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The Value of a Life: A Vampire's Love Story03:53 Jul 04 2011
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Chapter Two: Into The Night
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Tracy chased Vachon up the stairs, laughing and crying and filled with the joy of what was happening to them. They get a second chance. This time she wasn't going to blow it. And tonight...tonight they were finally going to make love. She remembered the moment of his bite, the incredible sucking and drawing of her blood into him, and the pulsating waves washing over her. The thought took her breath away.
She stopped at the top of the stairs and looked around. Of course he was gone. In the mood he was in, she figured she was going to have to put up with a lot of his "Look At Me I'm Such A Cute Little Vampire" tricks before finally doing the deed. Luckily, Tracy was feeling more than a little sassy herself. She stood there and crossed her arms. This time she'd wait for him to come to her.
So she waited. And waited. What seemed like hours passed, even though it was just a few minutes. Just as her doubts and fears were about to break loose, she felt something brush past her. "Vachon, where the hell are you?" she yelled out, on the verge of being really pissed off. She looked around, but saw nothing. Then she looked down. A single red rose lay at her feet.
She stared, not breathing. The rose was tied with a ribbon and placed at her feet, a solitary sign of what awaited her. She bent to pick it up, and felt the brushing breeze again. Ten feet away, another rose waited. Tracy felt a spell weaving about her, and gave herself up to the enchantment. Walking slowly she picked up the second rose. Feeling Vachon's presence once more, she felt her body changing as the enchantment grew. She was melting, becoming someone she was not, someone she had never been before. She breathed deeply and felt the shine in her eyes.
She saw the next rose up ahead, and spun a little pirouette before picking up the next one. Dancing alone with her silent mysterious partner, she followed the trail of appearing roses to her apartment.
Entering the building, the stairs held a rose on each step. She breathed in their fragrance, the enchantment complete. She was no longer Tracy of the many fears and awkward moments. She was Tracy, in love with the Enchanter, the Vampire who weaves the spells of roses and wine and makes anything possible.
Thickly lashed eyes that had seduced more women than could be counted watched his golden girl with an almost suffocating feeling of love. He was scared - god he was scared - but the spell Tracy had cast on him left him no choice. He remembered her words when she argued with the angel for him. Her love kept him hanging on, when his body wanted to give in to the stake. Her tears and the smell of her blood and her need were like golden coils around his heart, protecting him from death. And when he finally opened his eyes, the hunger overwhelming him, the need for blood almost beyond control, she offered herself to him with one simple request: Don't kill me.
The first taste of her blood nearly overwhelmed him. Sweeter, hotter than he imagined, and laced with the rhythms of her heart, he wanted to drown in her, to drink to the last. But her fears, her unique vulnerability were there, too. He tasted her fears, her self-doubts. The urge to protect her welled up with his desire, and he knew he was lost.
She tries to be so brave. She thinks she's so tough. Does she have any idea how fragile she is? How can she love so strongly when she fears so much?
The courage of her love humbled him, and chained his heart forever.
Watching her walk up the stairs, he inhaled as deeply as he could, wanting to smell her again. He'd never get enough of the smell of her.
As she bent to pick up the last rose at her door, he suddenly appeared and lifted her in his arms. She wasn't startled.
"It's about time." Vachon blinked at the sound of her voice. He'd never heard her voice like this, so breathless, deep, and hungry. He looked in her eyes, and gently placed his lips to hers, trying to rein in the vampire as long as possible. He wanted to relish being a man as long as possible, to explore and taste and savor every moment before the vampire took over.
Opening the door, he carried Tracy through the living room, already lit with candles, and into the bedroom. She looked around, and decided this vampire speed thing comes in handy for completely spontaneous yet well-prepared for trysts. She laughed, ready to burst with love and desire, and enjoying every nuance of the night. "Look at this! Here I am dying to do the deed, and you're Mr. Romance!"
Vachon turned serious. "You're not dying, Tracy. I swear by all I know. You're not dying."
Tracy looked into Vachon's eyes, and her heart tumbled over. She saw his pain, his fear that despite drinking from her earlier, he could still kill her. "Don't. Please don't. You never ever have to tell me that. Javier, you won't kill me. I know that as deeply as I know anything. You WON'T kill me."
"How can you be so sure, Trace?" Vachon wasn't agitated, merely resigned, and greatly curious. Tracy's loving words filled his soul.
"Because you love me. Because I love you. Because I just know, okay?" Such silly words, so inadequate, yet perfect in his need.
"Okay, now where were we?" Vachon looked into her eyes, and his arms tightened around her as he spun her around the room. Laughing like children, he spun them faster and faster while moving closer and closer to the bed. "Stop!" Tracy cried, "I'm getting dizzy." They landed on the bed, his weight pressing her down into the soft perfectly made bed. "Oh, Tracy, are you ever going to forgive me for messing up your perfect bed?" He started nuzzling her throat, making her shriek with laughter.
"Don't start teasing me about being neat, or I'll cut your hair in your sleep!"
"Now that's going too far...I may have to suck the life out of you yet."
The teasing and laughter subsided as they looked in each other's eyes. The heat started to swirl around them, licking at their bodies, causing them to press closer together without thought or notion. A tinge of gold started to ring his magnificent brown eyes. "Will you drink again?" Tracy asked him, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
"Yes." He looked at her, trying to gauge her fear. "Does that scare you, Tracy?"
Her eyes opened, and a jolt went through Vachon. They were burning with hunger that rivaled his own blood hunger. "It wasn't a question, it was an invitation."
The silence thickened. Long moments passed. "In a hurry, hmm? Well, you aren't even close to wanting me bad enough." Now she was scared.
"Oh, Javier, don't even..." He was going to make her wait. He was going to tease her. Not tonight...
"Please, Javier, don't make me wait..." She looked up at him leaning over her, idly toying with the buttons of her blouse. "Javier, don't."
"Don't worry, Tracy. I won't make you wait forever. I won't even make you wait long enough to say my name right. But you will wait...." Bending down to her face, he moved his lips over her cheeks, her forehead, her chin. She shook in his arms as she desperately reached for his lips, but he was far too strong. Reaching out with just the tip of his tongue, he traced her lips, always teasing, never giving her the final taking her mouth craved. Turning his head slightly, he left her face and moved to her neck. Hoping the sound of her pulse racing would speed things up, she offered her neck willingly.
He obliged by gently licking patterns over the pierce marks of his last penetration. Imagining his fangs sinking into her now, they descended and he had to fight to control the vampire. Tracy's moans urged him on, but he maintained his iron control (that's not all that's iron, he thought wryly), and continued down to her blouse buttons. He craved more than the ecstasy of her blood. He hungered for the release of his body in hers. The thought inflamed him, and his tight grip on control began to slip.
Tracy could feel the bonds slipping. She felt the urgency taking over, and the strength in his hands increasing. As he held her, even hurting her, she reveled in his passion. She felt her blouse tearing as Vachon ripped it from her body, and gasped as she felt his fangs on her breasts. Shaking from need and wanting, she urged him to hurry, to fill her, to drink. She felt his body, strong and naked and exquisite, and wondered when he removed his clothes.
Finally, finally, unable to wait a moment longer, Vachon tore the rest of her clothes off, and she was never more glad for vampire strength. Her beautiful vampire loomed over her a moment, staring at her body with golden eyes ablaze, his fangs showing and thrilling Tracy beyond any mortal cravings. In a single motion, Vachon filled Tracy and penetrated her neck, sucking with a strength that would have scared Tracy if she weren't so lost in the feelings he created.
She'd never known such possession, such a complete filling of her emptiness, of her heart. Feeling his throbbing desire, she left herself to fly with her beautiful vampire, never knowing if she cried out or gasped or fainted, only knowing the purest joy she'd ever felt.
Images of them through his eyes flashed through her mind as he sucked, and she spun round at the beauty of their coupling. Having him inside her, and now she inside him, thrust her to a new level, and she fell, drenched with their passions, to a deep healing sleep.
Javier pulled away from his Sleeping Beauty, and closed the puncture wounds. He was glad she slept, because he knew he wouldn't be able to speak for a long time. Something was changing him, her blood was changing him. He was scared.
He could no more turn from Tracy than he could refuse her blood. Thoughts of tomorrow, when Knight looked at Tracy and would know, and the hell there would be to pay for that, were quickly dismissed. Dawn was nearly here, and he needed to make sure no light would come into the room. Odd he didn't think to leave, he thought. No, today would be spent in Tracy's arms, bed and body.
ARO vs CAIUS ( Chapter 4 )09:36 Jul 02 2011
Times Read: 519
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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Star Wars, or the jokes.
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A/N: I think you'll need to be slightly obsessed with Star wars to understand this chapter.
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Marcus POV:
"Today will be a day long remembered. It has seen the death of Kenobi, and soon the fall of the rebellion." Aro said, dressed in a Darth Vader suit.
Heidi, Demetri, Jane, Alec and Felix were playing the theme song on a variety of instruments.
Caius was dress as Luke…
"You bet I could. I'm not such a bad pilot myself." Caius said.
I sighed. This is ridiculous.
"When I left you I was but the learner. Now I am the master."
"I have a very bad feeling about this."
"I find your lack of faith disturbing."
"I didn't hear you give any ideas."
"Perhaps I can find new ways to motivate them."
"Come on. Why don't you take a look around? You know what's about to happen, what they're up against. They could use a good pilot like you. You're turning your back on them."
I could imagine myself bagging my head against a table.
"Brothers…" I started.
"What?" Caius snapped. "Can't you see we're role playing?"
"Yes, I can see that. But it doesn't usually count as role playing when you're just saying random lines…" I sighed at my brother's stupidity.
Honestly, how could you not feel sorry for me?
Aro sighed. "Aside the point, brother dearest. Now, Luke, how about we settle this battle?"
Caius/Luke nodded,
They then pulled out these sticks that suddenly had laser beams sticking out of them. They attempted to do tricks that I think were supposed to be cool but they just kept dropping them or hitting themselves only to cause them to wail in pain from the electricity shock.
They swung the life sabers around and with each swing it caused a sound that could only be described as a house fly buzzing past you. It's rather annoying.
They charged at each other and started a one-on-one fight to the 'death'.
"Go baby!" cheered Athenodora, playing the role of the supportive housewife.
"Come one! Kick his ass!" Screamed Sulpicia, suddenly very competitive.
They continued charging at each other, neither of them getting anywhere.
"Caius! Be safe!" Athenodora begged. Caius scoffed at that.
"This is taking to long!" Screamed a frustrated Sulpicia. My thoughts exactly. "Let's speed things up! Whoever wins gets to spend an entire day with the wife of his choice! Or both…" she said cheekily.
The brothers both stopped and looked between the wives and then each other. They growled and charged again.
After another five minutes I was getting pissed.
"Jane." I called.
She stopped her instrument and looked at me. "Yes, sir?"
"Get me one of those things."
She got a mischievous look on her face and threw me a life saber.
I caught it easily and approached my moronic brothers.
"Brothers." I said. They ignored me.
I shrugged. This'll make it easier then.
I flipped Caius onto his behind with the life saber and smashed him across the head with it. I then struck a shocked Aro across the head and he went flying backwards. He fell to the floor next to a groaning and moaning Caius and joined in with the groans.
"Traitor..." he managed to get out.
"WOOT!" I heard the wives cheer.
They then proceeded to wrap an arm around me each throwing insults at their husbands such as; "Marcus is a real man." Or "Marcus could kick your ass any day" and a very disturbing one "I wonder what he's like in bed…"
She girls then led me from the room and I let a small and barely noticeable smile creep on my face.
I don't even try and I always get the girls that aren't even mine…
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