Bell Book & Vampyre

She was sitting in front of her computer, working on her latest novel, when he appeared behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.  Without batting an eye she saved her work and said, "Well, I guess that shoots that theory about having to invite you into the house before you can enter, all to hell."

Slightly taken aback by her lack of surprise at his sudden appearance, he spun the chair around and said, "Damnation woman!  Does nothing surprise you?  And you know as well as I do, that theory was already full of holes."

She looked up at him calmly and replied, "Lots of things surprise me.  But I have like, vampyre radar.   I am a witch after all, so sneaking up on me isn't going to easy."

He looked down at her and said, "Vampyre radar?"

She grinned wickedly and said, "Yeah, my panties get damp anytime a vampyre gets me near me."

That remark made his tongue positively tingle and the bulge in pants more noticeable.  She lowered her head as if ashamed and said, "It's my cross in life."  Then she looked at the bulge in his pants and said, "I see you have a cross to bear too."

He laughed and said, "Yes, my dick gets hard whenever witches get near me.  Especially a certain blonde witch."

She laughed and said, "Well I guess we will both have to bear our crosses with as much grace as possible."  Then she suddenly dissolved into giggles.

He looked over at the hand rolled cigarette in the ashtray by her computer, sniffed the air, and putting on a stern face said, "Woman, are you indulging in illicit herbs again?"

She looked up in mock wide eyed innocence and said, "Ooooh no!  I would NEVER do that!  I was laughing at the concept of a vampyre bearing a cross.  Really I was!"  Then she dissolved into another fit of giggles.  After she got the giggles under control she looked up at him again and said,  "I would be and good hostess and offer you drink, but it would just give you the munchies."  And dissolved into giggles again.

He wondered how on earth she managed to write at all, much less as well as she did, while flying at the altitudes she did, without the aid of a broom.

She caught that stray thought handily, grinned up at him and said, "Yeah I kind of shoot the "That shit will fry your brain and turn your mind to mush" theory all to hell, don't I?"

Started laughing and said, "Yes, you certainly do.  And I noticed you gave me a terrible case of the munchies last night."  Because he enjoyed the sound of her laughter so much, he added, "You know, for moment there, the thought of Twinkies started to make my fangs itch."  That remark reduced her to another fit of uncontrollable giggles.

He stood there letting the sound of her laughter fill his ears.  Then reached down and pulled her up into his arms.  And drew her warm body against his.  She returned his embrace, and laid her head against his cold silent chest.  He stoked her hair, and held her tighter.  Suddenly he heard a muffled giggled.  He loosened his grip on her slightly, and looking down at her said, "What is amusing you so now my beloved?"

She looked up at him with a twinkle in those amber eyes of hers and said, "Your cross is getting bigger to bear."

He laughed and replied, "It certainly is.  But before I let you do something about that, I want to talk to you."  He swept her up in arms and carried her to the couch and sat down.  She scooted off his lap and turned sideways so that her legs were now across his lap.  He reached over and picked up the pile of papers laying on the coffee table in front of them, then leaned back, put one arm around her shoulder, and started reading them.  "Is this your latest story?"

"Yes, the rough draft of chapter 12." Then laughed and said,  "Why?  Are you fan?"
He finished reading the pages, grinned at her and said, "Actually, I am.  That's what I was doing waiting for you in the woods last night.  Your work had intrigued and amused me.  He gave a quick flick of his wrist, and the papers landed in a neat pile back on the coffee table.

She looked at him, raised an eyebrow and said, "Wanted my autograph did you?  Or were you going to offer me an eternal book deal?"

He grinned down at her rather guiltily and said, "Not exactly."  Then quickly said, "But I was not going to harm you!  I quit killing my prey, I mean people, a long time ago!  You were supposed to be a nice little dessert I was going to sip a little of, and savor you slowly.  I had planned to eventually leave you in better shape than I found you.  Really I was.  Cross my heart." Drake took his right hand, and did indeed make the sign of the cross over his chest."

Then he grinned and said,  "I can do that, because I was crossing the Rio Grande, long before Jesus was walking on water.   Anyway, things didn't quite work out the way I had planned."

She just laughed and said, "Yeah, ain't it a bitch when a plan falls to pieces.  And isn't that sweet, a vampyre who is concerned with my health.  How refreshing to find a quality like that, in a bloodsucker like you.  And are you telling me you have God's autograph from before he got famous?"

He grinned happily and said, "Oh, I'm not complaining about the way things worked out!  And I am full of the quality of inhuman kindness.  But no, I never have got around to getting His signature."

But then his face turned serious and he asked her, "How is that you know the ritual to seduce a vampyre?  I thought that knowledge had been lost forever.  What book of shadows did you find that ritual in?  And why am I having to ask you this?  Why can't I read your thoughts fully?  No mortal, even a witch, has ever been able to shut me out of parts of their mind like you do."

"I did not find it in another's book of shadows," She replied.  "I dreamed it for three nights running, starting the night of my thirteenth birthday.  As to the mind reading thing.  Well I am a true blonde, as well as a true witch, so reading my thoughts isn't something that even a vampyre can easily do.  Even if you get through the barriers I have up, what you may find in there, is likely to leave you more dazed and confused, than informed."

He laughed and said, "I can believe that!  Just being around you leaves me a bit dazed and confused sometimes."  Then he turned serious again and asked, "How much of what you know comes from books and the works of others.   And how much from your own dreams?"

She thought for a second and replied, "Probably half of what I know comes from the teaching of others, and half comes from my own dreams.  I've noticed the stuff that comes from dreams, can't be found in books and the teachings of others."

He sat there in deep thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How well do you really read my mind?"

She grinned at him and said, "Like I told you last night, about as well as I need to."

He glared at her and said, "Is that the only answer you are going to give me to that question?"

She didn't seem a bit troubled by the vampyre's piercing glare, and cheerfully replied, "Yes, that's the only answer you are getting.  A girl's got to have some secrets you know."

He shook his head in frustration, then suddenly asked, "How did you know my true name?"

She replied with a grin, "Same way I knew the ritual.  I guess you could say, I just dreamed you up."

He wasn't happy with all her answers, some of them led to more questions.   But he decided to let it slide for right now.

He put his feet up on the coffee table, and studied the room.   There were magickal artifacts from a variety of cultures hanging from the walls and sitting on end tables.  As he had walked towards the couch, he had noticed  an African totem pole standing in one corner of the room.  A Native American one in another.  Now he saw a didgeridoo from Australia in another corner.   In the other corner was a straw broom.

He looked back over at the didgeridoo and said, "Yes, I remember reading in the bio on the back cover of one of your books, that as a teenager, you had spent some time in Australia."

"Yes.  I have a great deal of respect for those people.  The culture is one of the most fascinating I have ever studied.  They are the oldest living culture on earth.  Their magick is some of the strongest I have ever seen.  An elder of one of the tribes, gave me that didgeridoo."

"Yes I saw in that same bio where you apprenticed under an aborigine elder for a couple of years.  But the bio didn't say how you came to be accepted as an apprentice.  The elder people of that culture do not usually share their knowledge of magick with white people.  Especially white teenage girls.  How did you come to be accepted as an apprentice by such a powerful elder?"

She grinned and said, "Well, I was helping his grandson with his homework.  We were in the same class at school."

He suddenly caught a glimpse of tiny pale heels wrapped around a black neck.  And felt a twinge jealousy go through him.  A fleeting thought of how nice it would feel to snap that dark neck like a twig, flew through his mind as he looked down at her and said, "I don't think your school teachers would have approved of the subject matter you pair were studying!"

She giggled and said, "We looked at it as sex education in action.  And you can't be doing that to all my ex boyfriends.   You would leave a trail of bodies behind you, that would make some serial killers weep with envy."

He frowned and said, "That many?"

She giggled again and replied, "Well, I did come of age during the swinging seventies you know.  I did my part, and was a good little soldier in the great sexual revolution that was going on then!"

As she was talking, she undid a button his on his silk shirt, slid her hand into the gap, and rested it his chest.  The feel of her warm hand on his cold chest, sent a shiver of delight though him.  And made his cross bigger to bear.  The hand that had been casually resting on one of her knees, began to slide up her leg.  He could feel the warmth of her skin through the blue jeans she was wearing.  His hand stopped when his thumb brushed seam of her blues jeans below the zipper.

His lips drew back in a slight snarl as he looked at her and said, "Well the revolution is over for you!"

Then he leaned over and kissed her.  As he was kissing her, she unbuttoned another button and slid her hand further down.  His moved his hand until it was over her crotch.  She licked his left fang gently, and his hand gripped her crotch.  Another button came undone and she slid her hand further down.  She licked his right fang, as she slid her hand out of his shirt, and began to unbutton his pants.  His was likewise engaged in unbuttoning her jeans.  Both their zippers went down in perfect unison.  She drew her head back, giggled and said, "Cool.  Two part harmony.  And no underwear!"  Then went back to licking his fangs, and wrapped her hand around his icy cock.

His hand slid under her laced trimmed thong panties.  As her warm hand was wrapping itself around his cold cock, his fingers began to gently rub her clitoris.  Her hand wrapped itself around his cock tighter, and began to slowly move up and down. He rubbed her clit harder.   He growled just as she moaned.  Then she began licking his fangs harder.  He moved his hand down a little, and rubbed her clit with his thumb as he slid finger into her.  She was right, having a vampyre around her really did make her panties damp.  And his cross was getting harder and harder to bear.  But the blood lust was coming upon him as well.

She stopped licking his fangs, giggled and said, "Oh oh, better do something quick, or necking is all I'm going to wind up doing with you."  Then she began to chant the words to the ritual that would soothe the blood lust.  As she was chanting the words, her hand was continuing it's gentle up and down movement.  He rested his fangs against the side of her lovely neck, and let the ancient words soothe the blood lust.

When he was sure he could control the blood lust, he very gently pierced the side of her neck with the tips of his fangs.   Her hand tightened on his cold cock, and the up and down motion of that hand became faster and harder.  As she continued to chant the words that would allow him to control the blood lust he gently licked the drops of blood from her neck.  The sweet taste of her blood made him want to bury his fangs deep within her neck.  But the desire to bury other parts of himself in various parts of her agile little body, became stronger.  His thumb rubbed her clitoris harder, and his finger moved in and out of her wet pussy harder and faster.  She moaned the last few words of the chant she repeating.

Though her blood was the sweetest he had ever tasted, it did not give him the ability to enter her mind as the blood of others did.  He could catch glimpses of her thoughts and feelings.  But could not fully penetrate her mind.  There was barrier there he could not broach.  There were other parts of her he could fully penetrate though.  He stopped licking her neck, closed the wounds his fangs had left, and withdrew his hand from beneath her lace panties.  He removed her hand from inside his pants, and carefully pulled the zipper up.  Vampyres do not like to be caught with their pants down around their ankles when they stand up.  Then he gathered her up in his arms, stood up, and said, "Which way to the bedroom?"

She giggled and said, "A male that will ask directions!  I think I'm in love!"  Then pointed towards the hall and said, "Down the hall.  First red door on the left."

He thought she was joking.  But damned if the first door on the left wasn't painted red.  He laughed, turned the knob on the red door, and kicked it open.  And stopped undead in his tracks.  The walls of the room were painted light pink.  The light bulbs in the pink shaded lamps were red.  In the middle of the room stood a queen sized four poster brass bed.  A red silk bedspread covered the bed.   The headboard of the bed was thickly padded.  Above the padding was a rail.  A pair of love cuffs hung from one of the ornately carved bed knobs.  A leather riding crop hung from the another.  On the wall behind the bed, centered between the two bed knobs, were a pair of crossed straw brooms.  In between the crossed broom handles, hung a small statue of the God Pan and a beautiful woman.  Pan and the woman were engaged in some enthusiastic fornication.  He roared with laughter and said, "Even for a witch, that is a really wicked thing to do to the title of a children's movie!"

She gave an evil laugh and said, "Isn't it though?"  But you ought to see what I can do with a spoonful of sugar, and a little bad medicine.  And you can already see what a few of my favorite things are!"  Then buried her warm face in his cold chest, and dissolved into giggles.

Laughing he strode over to the foot of bed and tossed her onto the bed.  She landed within inches of the headboard.  He looked down and her and said, "You are truly a wicked little witch!

She grinned up at him and said, "Damn straight I am!  And you best tap your heels together three times honey, because you sure as hell aren't in Transylvania, anymore."

He grinned wickedly and said, "No, but I'm about to be in you."  Then he leaned over and started pulling her jeans down over her hips.  She reached up grabbed the rail above her head, and lifted her ass off the bed.  Which made pulling those skin tight jeans she had on a little easier.  As he peeled them over her hips he said, "What do you do, get up in the morning, and pour yourself into these damn things with your first cup of coffee?"

She laughed and said, "Not exactly.  And I don't drink coffee.  You'll just have to learn to live, I mean deal with it.  I'm a blue jean baby through and through honey.  A rock and roll rebel, who was really born to be wild."

He was succeeding in removing her from those tight blue jeans as she was saying that.  As he pulled the waist of her jeans over her ankles, she sat up and pulled the t-shirt she had been wearing over her head, and tossed it over the side of the bed.  Then scooted down towards him, and began pushing his shirt back off his shoulders.  As his shirt dropped to the floor she was pulling his zipper down.  He pushed her hand from his zipper, and grabbed of one of knobs on the post at the foot of the bed.   Bent one leg up and pulled his boot off.  Put that foot back on the floor, bent his other leg up and began to pull the other boot off.  She was watching him intently and licking her lips as he pulled the boot off.

"Oooooh I'm a Texas girl originally you know.  And I just get weak at the knees at the sight of a man, I mean vamp, pulling his boots off!"

He dropped the other boot and said, "Yes, I read where you said in an interview that the sight of a cowboy in tight fitting jeans, pulling his boots off in front of you, made you want to swoon.  Why do think I wore the damn things?  But I drew the line at the tight jeans.  You'll have to settle for snugly fitting black silk trousers.  No underwear.  And no hat."

"She giggled and said, "Wow, you really did your homework on me!  I just adore a dedicated fan!   And that's all right.  The underwear and hat are optional.  Although you sure would good in a black hat baby.  Especially one with cock's feather tucked dashingly into the snake skin band."

Then she began pushing those black silk trouser down over his hips.  Giggled and said, "Yeah, you do come out of your pants a bit easier than I do."

Then his pants slid down to his ankles.  He stepped out them and kicked them to the side with his foot.   Reaching for the bed knob again he noticed that the ornate carving consisted of tiny naked figures fornicating in a variety of ways.  He shook his head as he pulled his socks off, grinned and said, "Woman, you are bad to the bone.

She grinned at him wickedly, took him gently in hand and said, "And when I'm really bad, I'm very good."  The way she drawled out the words, really bad, and very good, made his fangs twitch.  Then she leaned over and placed the tip of her tongue on the tip of his cock.  Pulled her tongue back off, and remarked, "Good thing I like licking and sucking popcicles."  Put her tongue back on the tip of his cold cock, and began moving her tongue in little circles around the tip it.   The circles got bigger.  He clutched the bed knob he was holding tighter.  She pulled his cock up slightly and began to slowly lick it.  Then she slowly enveloped the tip of his frigid member in her warm wet mouth.  She sucked gently, and took him further into her mouth.  He reached out and grabbed the other bed knob.

She withdrew her mouth from around his cock, looked up at him holding on to the bed knobs, grinned and said, "Damn!  I love to see a male spread eagled like that!"  He would have cheerfully lashed himself to the bed knobs for her right then.  Then she enveloped him again in her warm mouth.  She sucked harder and drew him all the way into her mouth.  If she had had tonsils, his dick would have been tickling them.  As she continued to suck him, she began to caress his balls with her hand.  He moaned and gripped the bed knobs tighter.   Then she began running her tongue up and down the underside of his cock as she sucked it.  She stopped squeezing his balls for a second.  Then she started softly drumming her fingers against the base of his balls.  Took her other hand, and gently raked her nails down his chest.  If the brass bed knobs he was gripping had not been solid, his fingers would have been putting dents in them right then.

She began sucking his dick so hard, he started to wonder if she really did practice for oral sex, by sucking the chrome off of trailer hitches, as she had laughingly claimed she did in one interview she had done for a popular men's magazine.  He felt her grin around his dick.  Then she answered his thought by flashing him one that showed him a picture of a pile of chrome less trailer hitches by the side of a barn.  Then sucked harder.  He began chuckling and moaning at the same time.  She raked her nails down his chest again.   The moan became a growl, and he nearly snapped the bed knobs off the posts.

He let go of the bed knobs and grasped her head between his hands.  And pushed her head back from his dick.  Then knelt down between her legs.  Chuckling as he heard her say, "Damn! The only thing I like better than seeing a male spread eagled in front of me, is seeing one on his knees in front of me."  He brought one arm up, placed a hand on her chest and gently pushed her back down onto the bed.  He grasped her buttocks and pulled her snatch to the edge of the bed.  And slowly inserted his tongue in it.  He was gratified to hear her moaning for a change.   Then she raised her legs, and put one foot mid way up each of the brass bed posts, as easily as some women uncross their legs.  He made a grunting moaning sound and plunged his tongue in deeper.  He feel her juices flowing over his tongue.  He scrunched his body down, and pulled her into his face so that they flowed down his throat.  Whether they are sucking them, or fucking them, vampires like their women, and their witches, wet.  She was a water wonderland as far he was concerned.  He could feel her pleasure flowing through him, the same way he felt the thoughts and feelings of others flow into him, as he drank their blood.

Because she was shaved snatch type of woman, he could feel his fangs pressing against the bare flesh of her pussy as he pulled her harder into his face.  The sensation made him work his tongue in and out faster, and pull her harder into his face.  She braced her feet against the bed posts harder and pushed herself into his face harder.  The tip of his fangs broke her skin.  He retracted his tongue out her in a flash, licked the drops of blood, and thrust his tongue back inside her.  The blood mingled with her juices, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy and two the flowed down his throat.  And plunged his tongue deeper into her.  He felt the first spasms of her climax, reached his hand up, and rubbed her clitoris with his thumb.  She made a low keening moaning sound that made him want to howl, as her juices ran down his throat.

He withdrew his tongue, and stood up.  Took her feet off the bed posts, and wrapped her them around his waist.   As he did, she raised her upper body up.  He leaned over and wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her towards him.  He slid his arms down, cupped his hands under her buttocks, and lifted her up.  She wrapped her arms around him, leaned her head forward, and started licking the hollow of his throat.  He began to purr.  A deep growling purr like that of a tiger.  He took a couple of steps back, turned and walked around the foot of the bed.  He strode to the middle of the side the bed.  Braced his legs against the side of the bed and bent his knees.  As her buttocks and his knees touched the bed he crawled forward on his knees until he was nearly in the center of the bed.  Then turned so that he was facing the padded headboard.  He crawled towards the headboard.  She was gently licking and sucking the hollow of his throat and it was beginning to sound like she had a roomful of happy tigers by the tail.  He sat her buttocks down, flung the pillows out of the way, picked her back up, and crawled closer to the headboard.  When her back, and his knees were firmly against the headboard he stopped.  Then he took his hand and guided his cock into her.  She moaned as she continued to lick and gently suck the hollow of his throat.  The purr turned to a growl.  He grabbed her cheeks tighter, and pushed himself up into her further.

She reached down grabbed his buttocks, and began to move herself up and down.  He let go of one of her buttocks, raised his arm up, grasped her hair, and gently pulled her head back.  Then he leaned down, and kissed the side of her neck.  He trailed his tongue up her neck, and along the side of her cheek.  When it touched the end of her earlobe, she began to squirm try and to pull away from him.   He heard her mind screaming, "No! No! Not my little shell like ear!", and grinned wickedly.   She felt that grin, knew he had caught that mind scream, and began to whimper.

He held her head tighter, and gently kissed her ear.  She squirmed and whimpered again.  The grin on his face as she did, would have made any canary eating cat proud.  He gently licked her ear.  She whimpered louder and squirmed harder.   He grinned from ear to ear, then placed his lips over her ear, and gently touched the inside of her ear with his tongue. She shuddered as she squirmed.  He delicately pierced her ear lobe with his fang, licked the blood from it and swallowed.  Then placed his tongue back in her ear and probed it gently.   She whimpered again and dug her nails into his back.  He felt a shudder run through her whole body.  He flicked his tongue out of her ear, scooped up the droplets of blood from her lobe, and drew his tongue into his mouth.  He let the blood flow under his tongue and to the back of his throat.  Then plunged his tongue back in her ear.  When she began to shudder he felt it through his body, and through his mind.  The shudder ran down her body, and he began to feel her climax.  He purred against her ear and let his tongue dance in and out of it.  He knew the nails she was digging into his back were close to drawing blood.  She was whimpering and moaning at the same.  He could feel the muscles inside her warm wet pussy contracting as she squirmed and shuddered.   He tongued her ear harder.  Her nails pierced his skin. His purr became a growl.  He heard her mind softly whisper his true name once.  He heard her gritting her teeth in an effort not scream it out loud.

He grasped her hair tighter, grinned against her ear and whispered.  "Cat your tongue my beloved?  Surely you don't believe that old legend about a man owning a witch's soul, if she screams his name thrice in one night of passion?"

She shuddered from head to foot again as she reached the peak of her climax and gritted her teeth harder.   When the shuddering stopped she gasped for breath and said, "Damn you!  You know perfectly well it is not just a legend, in the case of a vampyre!"

He growled and pulled her head against his chest.  Clasping her tightly against him he whispered, "I will one day hear you scream my name thrice as I hold you in my arms.  Then for all eternity, you will be mine."  He pulled her head back and kissed her deeply.   Then let go of her hair and picked up her buttocks again.  Without withdrawing from her, he carefully crawled backwards.  When he was far enough away from the headboard, he lowered her buttocks, wrapped one arm around her waist, braced himself with the other, and gently lowered them both down onto the bed.

As her head touched the silk comforter he began to thrust himself into her.  She reached up grabbed the bed rail with both hands.  The legs that had been wrapped around his waist opened, and she began raising them up.  When she folded herself in half, then hooked her toes under the bed rail, he shook his head in wonder, and started thrusting harder.

"Damnation woman, which one of your parents was the contortionist?"

She giggled and said, "Neither.   But I'm double jointed in both my hips.  Comes in real handy and times like this."

The way she emphasized the word comes, made him thrust harder and grit his fangs against his teeth.  She let go of the bed rails with her hands.  One of those hands gently cupped his balls.  The other hand was dragging his face towards her.  She began licking his fangs.  No matter how hard he pounded her, those toes she had hooked under the bed rail, remained firmly in place.  He made a mental note to check the bottom of her feet later, to see he she had suction cups on them, and kept pounding her pussy.

He felt the pressure building and gritted his fangs harder.  She had the same hold on the back of his head and hair, that he had earlier on hers, and was busily licking his fangs for all she worth.  Her other hand was gently squeezing his balls.  As the pressure became unbearable, she let go of his head and balls, grasp the bed rail again with both hands, and began to meet him thrust for thrust.  As he began to climax, a howl issued from his throat.  He heard another howl and thought for a moment it was her, and looked down at her in surprise.

"No honey, I very seldom howl.   That was Precious.   He must be home from the hunt." Then she thrust herself against him again and he let out another howl.  Which was answered by whatever or whoever the hell Precious was.

When his orgasm was over and he could speak again, he looked down at her and said, "Who or what the hell is Precious?"

She giggled and said, "Precious is my pet.  After I get dressed you can meet him.  I don't dare let him until then, because he is worse at clawing me, than you are at nipping me."

He finally raised up off her, and rolled onto his back.  He couldn't wait to meet this witch's familiar.  She let go of the bed rail, lowered her legs and stretched them out.  He heard a whining howl, and a scratching sound.  She stretched her legs and body, then sat up and swung her legs off the bed.  She walked to the end of bed, reached down, grabbed her jeans from beneath the foot of the bed, and pulled them on.  Then continued around the bed and picked up her t-shirt from the floor.  She pulled her t-shirt over her head.  Then said "Okay, Precious, you can come in."  Walked to the foot of the bed again and sat down.  Then whistled once.

The vampyre sat up and leaned against the headboard.  Heard a sound between a whump and a thump.  Then heard nails clicking against tile a floor.  A few seconds later, a huge timber wolf came bounding into the room.  The animal stopped as he came through the door, looked at him, and gave one low menacing growl, then bounded over to the end of the bed and leapt at Kassie's chest.

She laughed and fell backwards, and the wolf stood over her, licking her face.  She started giggling and trying to push him away but he braced his paws on either side of her body and continued licking her face.  She reached up, grabbed him, and rolled him off of her.  The wolf lay there in her arms still happily licking her face.  Finally she managed to stop giggling long enough to say, "No!  Stop that!", in a fairly serious voice and the wolf stopped licking her face.  The huge animal rolled onto his stomach and lay there contentedly while she stroked his back.  He looked over at the vampyre sitting in her bed and growled again.  She giggled and said, "Now now Precious, be nice.  Mustn't treat company like that."

Precious glared at the vampyre, growled once more deep in his throat to make it very plain how he would like to treat this guest, then rested his nose on his paws.  He stared at the vampyre steadily, in a very unfriendly way, while she stroked his fur.

"That's Precious?  You mean you actually named that animal Precious?  Damnation woman, you do have a warped sense of humor."

She giggled as she stroked the wolf's back and said, "Don't I though?  But really, he is my little Precious."  Hugged the wolf and said, "Aren't you sweety?"

Precious grinned happily, showing a pair of huge gleaming white fangs, that were even bigger than his own, and licked her face again.  She hugged him again, then sat up.  Clapped her hands once, and said, "Okay time for you to go back outside."  Then said, "Out Precious!"  The wolf reluctantly stood up, glared at the vampyre leaning against the headboard again, snarled once to show the vampyre who really had the biggest fangs around here, then turned and leapt from the bed.  He heard the animal's nails clicking on tile again, then that whumping thumping sound that he now realized was a pet door.

While Precious was making his exit, she had walked back around the bed and climbed in beside him.  He draped an arm around her shoulder, grinned and said, "How strange.  Wolves usually like me fine.  I've never seen one show such an unfriendly attitude towards me before.  It must have done something to that poor creature's mind, when you named him Precious."

She giggled and said, "Jealously is a terrible thing to behold.  Be it in men, vampyres or wolves.  He sort of feels the same way about you, as you feel about my old boyfriends."

The vampyre opened his eyes wide in mock shock, looked down at her  and said, "Don't tell me you are fucking him too?  The humane society isn't going to like that.  I know his fangs are bigger than mine.  But really! "

She dissolved into giggles and said, "No. I'm not fucking him too.  Even if his fangs are bigger than yours.  But he still considers me his property.  I raised him from a puppy, and I'm his pack."

The mentioned of puppies took his mind back to last night.   Had the hunger not been coming upon him, he would have enjoyed coming mounted on her again.  But the hunger was growing.   He leaned over and kissed her deeply, straightened back up, removed his arm from around her shoulders, turned, and reluctantly swung his legs over the side of the bed.  He walked to the foot of the bed, picked up his trousers and pulled them on.  Then sat down on the foot of the bed and began putting his socks and boots on.

She watched with enjoyment, the play of light across the muscles of his back as he pulled his boots on.  He was concentrating so hard on fighting the hunger growing within him, he did not read the thought she had, as she noticed one drop of blood on his back where her nails had dug into his cold flesh.  The wounds themselves had healed even has she had withdrawn her nails from them.  But one lone droplet of dried blood still clung to his broad back.  He was silent as he reached down and picked up his shirt.  He stood up, put the shirt on, buttoned it, then tucked it in his pants.

He was fighting a growing need to feed.  He strode around the bed, gathered her up in his arms and carried her back to the living room.  He felt her head resting against his chest.  Felt the blood flowing in her veins through the arms he cradled her in so tenderly.  And had to fight to keep from sinking his fangs in her throat.  When he was in front of the computer she had been working at when he had suddenly appeared behind her, he gently put her down on her feet.  And clasped her once more in his embrace.  Held her tightly for a moment.  Then as the hunger nearly overpowered him pushed her gently away.  Turned away from her before he could do her any harm, strode from the room, and disappeared.

After he disappeared, she shut the computer down.   Then went into the bedroom and carefully cleaned his blood from under her nails.  She let the dried blood fall onto a piece of parchment paper as she scrapped it out.  Then carefully poured the scrapings into a small dark blue glass vial.  She pricked her finger with a needle, and added a few drops of her own blood to the vial.  She corked the tube tightly.  Wrapped it carefully in a piece of red silk.  And placed it under her pillow.  As she drifted off to sleep that night, she slid her hand under the pillow, and wrapped her fingers gently around the silk wrapped vial.

In her dreams she saw him feeding on a young black man, who from the insignia on his jacket, belonged to a gang.  She felt him fighting the blood lust.  But also felt the young man becoming weaker and weaker.  She began to whisper an ancient incantation.  Saw her dark lover gain control over the blood lust, and fling the young black man to the ground.  Then she fell in a deep dreamless slumber.

Shortly before dawn, she began to dream again.  In her dream, she heard her named called three times.  Then felt the touch of a cold hand against her cheek.  The red silk comforter slid from the bed and she felt herself enveloped in a gentle cold embrace.  Felt cool lips and fangs against her ear.  And softly moaned in her sleep.  Heard the whisper of his voice.

"You are my beloved.  My cold heart's one true desire."

She felt the gentle brush of lips against hers.  Then she fell once more into a dreamless sleep, as the red silk comforter slid back over her body.