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Synopsis: A female vampire seduces a young stripper, but when she 
learns of her Sire's wish to eradicate all his progeny, the stripper 
may become more than just sustenance.  She may be her savior.




                         -[ Feed The Night ]- 


--The Embrace--


Jezebel watched intently as the young girls on the stage swung 
themselves about brass poles.  Their bodies undulated to the rhythm of 
the music beneath the bluish-purple wash of the lights.  It was a 
Wednesday night and there were relatively few patrons in the club.  

"Hey, Jezzie!"  Eddie yelled from behind the bar.  His voice could 
barely be heard over the pounding of techno bass-riffs.  "Hey, Jezzie! 
 You want another Noose?"

"No, thanks," she yelled back.  She hadn't quite finished the one she 
had and didn't think she would be around long enough to drink another.

Besides, her attention was elsewhere.  The young bodies on the stage.  
Three of them and all as beautiful as the other.  They looked eighteen 
or nineteen, with the exception of the taller brunette in the center.  
She looked as young as the other's, but something in her eyes set her 
apart.  Her soul was an ancient one, but she had a young heart.  
Jezebel thought she looked like she had spent her life searching for 
something.  She didn't know what.  Neither did the young girl, she 
would bet.

As the brunette wrapped her long legs around the pole, Jezebel got up 
from her stool and walked across the floor.  There were two tables 
directly in front of the stage.  She sat in the one nearer the object 
of her interest.  

The girl wore a leather g-string with a matching top.  Her hands slid 
down her own body, caressing her hips and thighs.  She pressed her 
hand against her crotch and spiraled to the ground around the pole.  
She wound up nearly flat on her back with one hand grasping the pole 
as her hips rose and her hands grasped her crotch repeatedly.  She 
flung her head back imitating an orgasm.

Jezebel caught the girl's eye and gave her a wink.  As the girl's 
white-gloved hand slid beneath her g-string, she kept her eyes fixed 
on her captivating admirer.  Jezebel plucked the cherry from her drink 
and sensually drew it into her mouth.  The girl on stage was watching 
intently and pulled her glove off with her teeth.  She returned her 
hand to her crotch.  When she brought it back to her face, the blue 
and purple lights reflected off her wet finger.  She slid it into her 
mouth and issued a pleased smile.  She danced back to her feet and 
swiveled her hips as she spun around the pole again.  She rubbed 
herself against the pole as if it were going to come alive.

Jezebel felt herself getting wet beneath the black mini-skirt that she 
wore.  She waited until she was sure that the young woman was watching 
again and slid her left hand discreetly between her black-nylon clad 
thighs.  She pushed her panties to the side and entered herself.  It 
felt nice but did nothing to relieve herself of the desire this night 
was bringing.  

Jezebel removed her hand and put her legs together.  Her hand slid 
into her mouth and came out clean.  The brunette nearly fell off the 
stage.  The wheels set in motion, Jezebel stood up and walked away, 
making a point not to look back.

"Eddie!" she yelled, returning to the bar.

"Yeah, Jezzie?"

"That new girl -- What is her name?"

"Jesus Christ, Jezzie!  Again?  Why can't you leave my gal's alone, 
huh?  You always fall for them and they never dance here again!"

"Just tell me her name, stud," she said sarcastically.

"Andi.  Her name's Andi.  Listen, why can't you just go after guys?  
You're a great lookin' dame.  Hell, go after women for all I care!  
Just go after women who _don't_ dance for _me_!"

"Eddie?"  She cooed.  He stopped wiping the counter and looked up at 
her.

"Yeah?"  He said.  He was a little pissed off, but he knew what to 
expect of her.  Just venting his anger wouldn't kill her.

Jezebel gave him a warm kiss.  It was friendlier than most, but it 
wasn't a kiss she would give to a lover.  "You know you love me," she 
snickered, "so why can't you just let me have a little fun 
occasionally with your girls?"

She was right.  The truth was, he did love her.  At least, as much as 
he could love any woman since Sylvia left him -- the bitch.  If 
nothing else, he certainly wouldn't deny a nice fuck if she asked him 
for it.  Unfortunately, she never had.  And she probably never would.  
She only went after the most attractive women and never gave a guy so 
much as the time of day unless he was a Greek God.  "Yeah, ok.  I'll 
hook you up.  I'll hook you up.  Although it looks like you've already 
done everything except give her your phone number.  Jesus H. Christ 
woman."

"Just tell her that I want to talk to her.  I'll be in the booth in 
the back."  She didn't need to tell him which one.  She routinely sat 
in the back corner of the club, drinking Noose's, watching the crowd, 
watching the dancers and touching herself.  




Andi had just finished taking a shower when Eddie had walked in on 
her.  The pig didn't even have the decency to knock first.  She 
forgave him however, when he told her that the woman she had been 
flirting with wanted to see her.

She had only been intimate with a woman once in her life and that was 
with a fellow dancer at the Gold Finger.  She occasionally thought 
about other women, though.  If only she knew how to be bold enough 
with the same sex.  She could never ask a woman out.  She couldn't 
even flirt without becoming self-conscious.  But that woman out there 
tonight.  She had opened the gates first.  She had made the first move 
and that made everything seem so much easier.  And now she might have 
an opportunity that couldn't be passed up.

After she gathered her things and found a sexy knee length skirt and a 
frilly blouse to wear, she went to the back of the bar and introduced 
herself to her admirer.  The woman was gorgeous.  Even more so than 
she had appeared from the stage.  Her short black hair and red 
fingernails and lipstick looked so elegant against her pale white 
skin.  Her lips shined as she licked them and her breasts fought to 
free themselves from the confines of her turtleneck.  

Andi sat across from the woman and felt the piercing gaze of her blue 
eyes.

"Andi," she said.  Her voice fueled Andi's fire.  It was low and 
sensuous with a crystalline quality.  "My name's Jezebel.  You put on 
quite a show up there.  You're good.  Very good."

"Thanks," Andi smiled nervously, "it's easy when you have a lot of 
inspiration from the audience.  You put on quite a show yourself.  I 
envied that cherry."

"I envied that hand."  Jezebel took another drink.

Andi found herself at a loss for words.  She wanted to reply.  She 
knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to utter 
more than nonsense.  Great first impression, she thought, trip over 
your own tongue. 

"Why don't you sit next to me?"  Jezebel said.  She motioned for Andi 
to move.

Andi immediately felt a warm glow wash over her body as the excitement 
of being so close to something so beautiful enveloped her.  But she 
wasn't warm.  As a matter of fact, she felt her skin grow noticeably 
cold the instant she brushed her thigh against the woman.  It was odd, 
but not so much so that she couldn't gain the sense to take advantage 
of her circumstances. 

Andi put her hand on the woman's knee.  Her skin there was cold as 
well.  Not freezing, but certainly below normal.  Something about it 
gave her goose bumps and made her thighs wet.  The woman had soft 
skin.  The woman watched Andi's hand closely as it made its way 
between her legs.  She sat very still and finally closed her eyes.  
Jezebel bit her lip as Andi's fingers bumped lightly against the mound 
beneath her panties.

Suddenly, the woman came alive.  She put her hand behind Andi's neck 
and kissed her lips.  It was a light kiss at first but became hard and 
forceful, reminding her of one of the boyfriends she once dated.  But 
as the woman's tongue entered her mouth, the feminine qualities made 
themselves evident.  She caressed places inside her mouth that made 
her heart skip multiple beats.  Andi had slid her fingers beneath the 
panties and pressed her middle finger against Jezebel's warm lips.  
They parted slowly and beckoned for her finger to enter.  It did and 
it sent a wave of human electricity to her spine.

She grabbed Andi's hand by the wrist and stopped her.  "Let's go 
somewhere private."

"Ok," Andi breathed.  She really didn't care about privacy right now.  
She would have been content to strip and lay her body on the table for 
this woman.

"My place," Jezebel said, taking her new friend by the hand and 
leading her to the car.




Jezebel punched a code into the electronic lock on her apartment door. 
 It beeped and she escorted Andi inside.  She watched Andi's eyes 
light up in awe.  The apartment was dark with a lot of shades of black 
and deep reds, but it was the most comfortable looking place on earth. 
 The sofa was oversized.  Several beanbags lay in a pile on the floor. 
 And she could peer into the bedroom from here to see an extremely 
large bed with huge pillows and a beautiful down comforter.  The 
carpet was plush and felt good after they took their shoes off.  It 
ran through her toes like warm grass.

"It's beautiful," she said.

"Thank you," said Jezebel, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please," Andi glanced nervously at Jezebel and then at the 
floor.  She was a little anxious about the situation.  She was 
attracted to this strange woman.  She would happily lie down for this 
girl in the middle of the floor right now, but she was too nervous to 
initiate anything herself.  Perhaps if she was older, but this woman 
was probably a decade older than she was.  Maybe thirty-two, although 
by looks alone one would think she was in her early twenties.

Jezebel went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of red wine.  Andi 
watched as the impossibly beautiful brunette stood beneath the track 
lighting, pouring two long-stem glasses.  Her hair was thick and the 
darkest black you could imagine.  The gentle light above her covered 
her with a fuzzy halo.  Somehow this woman seemed out of place beneath 
such a symbol.  She gave the appearance of a rebel.  A woman, who 
didn't accept the rules of society, but didn't overtly challenge them. 
 A woman, who did what she wanted, but did it discreetly.

Andi sat on the sofa, curling one foot beneath her.  Jezebel came up 
behind her and stroked her hair lightly before handing over one of the 
glasses of wine.  Jezebel sat next to her and sipped from the glass.  
Andi's hand was shaking and she spilled several drops of wine onto her 
blouse.

"Oh, God, I'm so clumsy!"  She said, putting the drink down and 
swiping at her blouse with a tissue.  "I guess I'm a little nervous."

"You don't need to be," Jezebel comforted her, "Here, why don't you 
let me help you with that?"

She scooted closer and unclasped the top button of her blouse.  The 
second and third soon followed as their eyes met.  Andi put her hands 
on Jezebel's wrists.  Such smooth skin.  It made her shake even more.  
She felt like an insecure fifteen-year-old again.  

"Yes, help me," Andi said, kissing her soft lips.

Jezebel paused for a moment.  She felt like she was on fire.  She was 
always so cold.  She always hungered for someone to keep her warm, but 
it was never more than a selfish need.  Something about this young 
girl excited her.  It wasn't just the heat of her luscious body, but 
the spark in her eye.  She was captured electricity waiting for 
someone to ground herself to.  For the first time in ages, she felt 
the urge to shred this sweet girls clothing off of her and give 
herself completely to her.  She had rarely been unable to keep 
absolute control.  She was always the one to manipulate the situation 
and remain calm as she worked her lover into frenzy.  That frenzy 
would feed her for hours or even days.  But she felt herself losing 
control in that one moment of hesitation.

The buttons of Andi's blouse flew several feet as Jezebel ripped it 
open, revealing the soft flesh beneath.  Andi reclined against the arm 
of the sofa, pulling Jezebel to her breasts.  Jezebel drew one 
protruding nipple into her mouth and worked at it gently.

Jezebel felt Andi's knee rubbing carefully, back and forth, between 
her legs.  Her kneecap pressed against her mons without too much 
pressure.  The lips of her pussy rubbed against each other, making her 
wetness drip through her panties.  A wet spot developed on Andi's 
panty hose.

Jezebel pursed her lips around the start of the nipple, against Andi's 
breast.  Her tongue drew long vertical lines across the tip.  Andi's 
chest rose and dropped with a heavy sigh.  Jezebel released the 
beauty's nipple and kissed her way toward her shoulders.  The sighs 
increased.  The breathing intensified.  Jezebel heard the fierce 
beating of the woman's heart in her own ears.  It pounded a primal 
rhythm much like the song that she had danced to earlier in the 
evening.  The beat encouraged Jezebel to kiss Andi's throat and her 
neck.  Every kiss landing with the force of a feather but the effect 
of a jackhammer.  Jezebel opened her mouth, her incisors grew longer.  
Her lips moistened.  Andi's knee still moved from side to side and 
brushed Jezebel's pussy.  She stopped moving her knee and pressed it a 
little harder into Jezebel's crotch.  

Jezebel sighed.  Her breath shuddered.  Her body trembled and she felt 
as if her soul were being sucked from every pore of her skin.  The 
endings of nerves she never realized lay within her body burned and 
her loins shook with electricity.  Her body contracted and her vagina 
tightened on itself.

Jezebel tried to force her incisors back into her jaw.  She fought for 
them to recede.  The excitement was so great, but she wanted so much 
to control herself.  In her mind, she focussed on the control.  The 
molecules in her body slowing and relaxing.  Her body and mind pushing 
for control.  

But her instincts overpowered her and the sharp sting of Jezebel's 
teeth soon shocked Andi and caused her to gasp.  She tried to scream, 
but the hand between her thighs mixed her feelings and her body was 
confused.  Andi sighed and let an extremely loud moan rattle Jezebel's 
head.  Andi first attempted to fight her off, but was overcome with a 
sense of complete satisfaction and tranquility.  She pulled Jezebel's 
head close and let the blood in her veins flow over the lapping tongue 
and pursed lips of her lover.

Jezebel snaked her hand inside Andi's panties and pressed a finger 
into her vagina.  It was like an entranced snake maneuvering inside of 
the silky lining of the young pussy.  Jezebel continued to feed.  Andi 
sank further into a hypnotic meshing of heartbeats.  Andi's body swam 
in a river of endorphins and she was coming.

Andi lost consciousness, or at least all ability to recollect what was 
transpiring.  Her body followed waves of sensual winds and her mind 
drifted away from reality.

Jezebel knew when Andi had fallen into rapture when her breathing 
calmed and her movement nearly ceased.  She continued to feast on the 
young flowing angel beneath her and the world passed away from her 
eyes.  Life's fluid swam into her empty heart and she became drunk.  
When her body had taken its fill, she passed out and lay upon Andi's 
chest.




Jezebel awoke with a searing flame enveloping her skull.  She 
attempted to gain her faculties and turned to the cool body beside 
her.  The girl looked familiar.  Her beautiful skin and gentle, 
ancient eyes.  Two close wounds were circled by stains of blood on the 
young things neck.

Jezebel strained for a moment to recall her situation.

Her heart sank.  She had lost control.  She had given into her need 
for the girls letting.  It had been almost painless for her, but when 
she regained consciousness, Jezebel knew that she would suffer an 
agonizing recovery.  She felt guilty for losing herself and her 
ability to refrain from abusing the girl.

Jezebel stood up, slowly.  She found her equilibrium and stumbled into 
the shower.  The turned pulled the plastic curtain closed and turned 
on the flow of water.  The hot water showered her body and the 
bathroom filled thick with steam.  It penetrated her nostrils and 
encouraged her skin to clear.

She soaped her body and caressed herself with a washcloth.  She felt 
clean and her mind lost some of it's tangled cobwebs.  After the 
shower, she dried off and wrapped herself in a soft bathrobe.

After situating herself, Jezebel picked Andi's body up and moved the 
sleeping girl to the bedroom, allowing her to take over the bed.  She 
removed her clothes, taking liberty to let her hands and fingers 
explore the smoothness of her soft skin.  Andi's body felt so cold.  
Much like Jezebel often felt.

She pulled the blankets and comforters over the sleeping girl, up to 
her shoulders.  What she needed was heat, to relieve some of the pain 
and quicken the process of her body's regeneration.  Jezebel turned up 
the thermostat in the apartment.

Satisfied that her young friend was as comfortable as she could be in 
the present situation, Jezebel prepared to leave for the morning, 
before the sun rose.  She left a note on the nightstand for Andi, 
incase she happened to regain consciousness:

     I'm sorry for this.  You will be all right.  I will see to it.  
     I must leave to speak with an old friend.  I will return soon.

She locked the apartment behind her.




Her destination was an ancient looking bookstore.  But inside, there 
were more than just books.  There were maps and stones and items of 
unimaginable age and use.  These oddities were the possessions of 
Lodairos, a neutral friend to all who roamed in the night.  Not one of 
them, he knew more of their nature and history than any other human.  
Perhaps even more than many of the elders.

He always had a strong desire to be consumed by them and live his life 
as an undead creature, but he also feared such transition.  Still, of 
German descent and American citizenry he was a resource for many of 
those who found themselves in a time of tribulation.  Jezebel knew 
that he would be awake when she came to his shop, because he had 
adapted the hours and many traits of their lifestyle.

A small light glowed in the back of the shop and a small, elderly 
figure came to the door.  He peered through the glass and smiled.

"Jezebel!  Good to see you, dear!"  His voice was like bratwurst-- 
warm and inviting with just enough spice to catch your attention.

"I need help, Lodairos," she said, fumbling with her purse.

"Come in, then...  Come in!  Come in!"  He said, waving his arm and 
ushering her into the store.  The smell of old paper and rich leather 
bindings calmed her nerves a little.

"I was with something last night.  I got-- I got carried away.  I need 
to help them.  It's my fault and I want them to recover."

"But, child... Once taken by nasferatu, one never recovers.  Merely 
regains consciousness.  They are, clinically, dead.  You know that."

"Yes.  I know-- I know.  I should have controlled myself and avoided 
this whole situation, but I couldn't and I didn't.  But I can try to 
keep things from getting worse.  Will you help?"

"Jezzy, this person...  I've never seen you bother with someone like 
this.  It isn't like you."

"She's different.  This person isn't like anyone else that I've taken 
before."

"You like this person, no?"

"I-- I think so.  Lodairos, will you help me or not?"

"Yes.  I have what you need, but I can promise nothing."

Jezebel hugged the old man and thanked him.  He left the room, 
disappearing into a dark recessed closet that looked more like a 
medieval medicine cabinet.  He returned with a vial of powder.

"What is this?"  She asked.

"Crushed leaves of certain medicinal trees from Eastern Europe.  
Shavings of Catar bone..."

"It will help her?"

"Not alone.  You must keep her warm.  You must mix your own blood with 
this and place it on her tongue.  She will absorb it.  If she is going 
to be well, this will speed up the process.  But if it is not meant 
for her to survive...  Then this will do nothing."

"I appreciate your help, Lodairos.  Thank you."

Jezebel carefully wrapped the vial in cloth and secured it inside of 
her purse.




Dawn crept over the horizon as she tapped the numbers into the 
electronic lock and entered her apartment.  The cliché of the lonely 
vampire racing against the sun to stay alive was just that-- a cliché. 
 But the sunlight did lessen one's strength and senses.  A recently 
fed vampire suffered little effect from the sun, but one who had fed 
as much as a day before would be as week as a human with the flu.  
Truly uncomfortable.  Jezebel had fed only hours before, but she was 
too intoxicated and too worn from worry to imagine leaving again soon. 
 She wanted to administer the medicine to Andi and sleep...

Jezebel willed her incisors to protrude and carefully snagged the 
flesh of her forearm on one tooth.  A large drop of blood swelled to 
the surface immediately.  She coaxed it into the vial, with her 
fingernail.  She shook the vial and tilted it until several drops 
dripped onto her finger.  She knelt next to Andi.

"I have to give you this, sweet heart.  It should help you."  She was 
not sure if Andi could hear her or not.  She was likely still in a 
deep sleep.  She prodded her mouth open and placed the powder and 
blood mixture beneath her tongue.  "You are an angel...  I hope you 
will forgive me for what I've done to you if you ever awake."

Jezebel sighed and placed her purse and the vial next to the 
nightstand, on the floor.  Jezebel slipped her shoes from her feet and 
let them dangle over the edge as she sat.

It was so warm.  It felt as if it were a sauna or a hot day in the 
middle of the Arizona desert.  Jezebel was sweating.  She removed her 
clothes and stood naked.  It helped very little to relieve her from 
the temperature.  She touched the back of her hand to Andi's arm, 
beneath the blanket.  She was still very cold.  She hoped the heat was 
helping her.

She crawled beneath the covers of the bed and slid herself next to 
Andi's body.  Her arms wrapped around the lithe beauty and her body 
scooted close, to press as much of her own flesh against Andi's as she 
could.  Andi's cool skin felt nice to Jezebel and cooled her off.  And 
the heat from Jezebel's body might help Andi.

Cradling Andi in her arms, Jezebel fell asleep.  She dreamed.  For the 
first time in years she dreamt.  A man with black eyes and a large 
frame stopped her in the hallway, as she entered her apartment.  He 
shoved her inside and threw her to the floor.  She tried to fight him 
off.  She had the strength of several mortal men, but this one held 
her securely as he raped her and then slit her throat.  Her vision 
dissipated with the last image seen being that of her own heart torn 
from her chest and held in the hands of her attacker.

It was rare for her to dream.  She would awake knowing that she had 
dreamt.  She would remember a man with dark eyes.  A large man.  She 
would recall him stopping her in the hall.  But the rest would be an 
uncomfortable blur and soon be forgotten.

Jezebel heard screaming.  That is what woke her up.  A loud, thrashing 
sound and shuddering screams.  They were coming from this very room.  
She forced her weary eyes open.  Beneath her lay Jezebel, still deeply 
asleep.  Beneath her?  She saw where she was.  Jezebel was between 
Andi's legs and her body undulated against her.  Her clitoris was 
throbbing and her legs were burning.  Her breasts bounced as she 
thrust her hips against Andi.  Andi's breasts shook softly back and 
forth with the incessant motion between her legs.  And the scream.  
Jezebel realized it was of her own voice, as an orgasm came upon her 
in a surprising wave of ecstasy.

Jezebel had awakened in the morning a few times before to the 
happiness of reeling from a wet dream.  But this was incredible.  The 
physical stimulation of her body hard and clawing for satisfaction.  
Experiencing an unexpected sexual climax.  It tripped her mind over 
its own thoughts and she forgot, momentarily, who the girl beneath her 
was and what she was doing atop her.

She gathered herself and slid to the side of Andi.  She stared at her 
face and closed eyes.  Her great breasts and flat stomach.  She tried 
not to think of what had just happened.  How she had come to be on top 
of Andi and how she had achieved such wonderful orgasm.  In a way, it 
frightened her too much to think about.  Losing control again, she 
thought.  She was losing control again.

"What are you doing to me?"  She whispered to Andi.  Why did she 
suddenly care so much for someone?  And why was she unable to control 
her desires for this girl?  Why?  She wasn't a human any longer.  She 
was nasferatu.  She was unto herself all she desired and needed.  The 
necessity of another soul was only for her feeding.  But Andi... Andi, 
she needed.

Jezebel shivered and a tiny aftershock flew down her spine while 
another warmed her belly.  She prayed that Andi would be well, to a 
god that she knew was not there.  Then she fell asleep again.  Her 
body was so tired.  Her mind was loose.  Even having fed half a day 
before, she was not strong.  She was not energized and healthy.

That disparate feeling continued over the next few days.  Jezebel 
slept.  When she would awake, she could hardly make it into the 
kitchen to eat, or to get a glass of water.  Every movement was 
laborious.  She would always return to Andi's side and hold her arms 
around her.  Only then could she sleep.  And only in sleep could she 
tolerate the reeling jumbled senses of her mind.

She knew that she was losing weight.  She was dehydrated from her 
inability and unwillingness to continue her trips into the kitchen for 
water.  Even the bathroom next to the bedroom, to cup her hands 
beneath the water of the faucet and sip from them became too painful 
and draining.  So she slept on.  Nightmares filled her sleep.  Years 
without dreams seemed to suddenly compensate her with the most vivid 
and frightening, illogical images and surreal scenes.  

More than a week passed.  Jezebel awoke once again.  Her body was no 
longer cold the way it always had been and it was not boiling as the 
temperature in the room had caused her to feel for these many days.  
She felt flushed.  She felt a stirring inside of her body that she 
welcomed.

She opened her eyes and the feeling grew more intense.  Between her 
legs Andi lay flat on her stomach, fingers parting Jezebel's lips and 
her tongue caressing her clit.  Jezebel opened her mouth to speak, but 
Andi's talented tongue only permitted a weak gasp and a sigh to come 
from Jezebel.  She squeezed her legs around Andi's face, gently and 
enjoyed the soft feminine expertise.  The tongue danced and skated 
over the soft flesh of her labia and pressed itself against her 
clitoris, stroking the hood that covered it.  The tongue came down and 
was thrust into her vagina.  Only now did Jezebel contemplate the 
surprising length and dexterity of Andi's tongue.  Her body convulsed 
and she involuntarily shook, writhing beneath Andi and bucking her 
hips.

Andi pulled her body from between Jezebel's legs and came up to kiss 
her lips once.  Jezebel moaned and tried to speak.  Her mind was still 
in a fog that cradled her thought.  She knew what she wanted to say, 
but her body insisted on extracting as much pleasure from its recent 
violent as it could.

Andi spoke, "I've heard that most comatose men wake up in the hospital 
with an erection.  I always wondered if women awoke sexually aroused, 
too."

Jezebel moved her lips, but she still could not make sense enough to 
push the words out.

Andi continued, "I can say without a doubt that they do.  At first, I 
couldn't move.  I could only see.  I couldn't even feel anything for 
awhile.  I was scared, too, but I did not want to wake you.  I knew 
that you had been caring for me.  When my body gained its senses, I 
could feel my nipples.  They were so hard.  I felt like a soft breeze 
of freezing winter air had just cascaded over my skin.  And when I 
looked at you... Saw you sleeping beside me...  God, I didn't want to 
wake you but I was...  In need of you."

Jezebel smiled, "You're turning me on...  Unless you suddenly have a 
huge reserve of energy, you should stop talking like that."  She 
winked.

"I'm sorry," she feigned an apologetic little girl pout, "Like I said, 
I couldn't control myself.  I had to have you.  Asleep or awake."  She 
grinned.

"Desire and control are difficult and dangerous to manage," Jezebel 
said.  Only after the words came out did she realize how true they 
were.

"Fuck me," Andi whispered, kissing Jezebel again.  She traced her 
index finger from Jezebel's cheek, along her chin, down her neck, 
slowly between her breasts, and down her stomach.  Jezebel's eyes 
closed and she bit her lip.

Jezebel whispered, "Say that word again."

"Fuck."

Jezebel shivered.  Fuck sounded like the chorus of a heavenly hymn 
from Andi's lips.  "I'm glad that you're well, Andi.  You don't have 
any idea how badly I felt the entire time that you were out.  I lo--"

"I know you feel bad about it.  I know..." Andi leaned over to kiss 
her again.  Jezebel moved away for a moment, to an obviously agitated 
Andi.

"Wait a minute," Jezebel said.  "I need to tell you something.  And I 
know you're going to hate me or want to kill me.  I...  I wish I could 
do something about it, because I-- really like you.  But I owe you the 
truth."

"Alright," Andi said, retreating from her sexual dominance.

"Do you know why you were out for so long?  It was my fault.  I..." 
Jezebel took a breath and swallowed before attempting to continue.  
She touched her hand to the still visible bite mark on Andi's neck.  
Andi caught Jezebel's hand and pressed her own over it, letting 
Jezebel's palm lie flat over the wound.

"It's alright, Jezebel.  I know what you are."

Jezebel's eyes gave away her surprise.  "What?"

"I know what you did to me...  What I am.  I understand.  It's really 
weird and I don't know the consequences, but I'm okay with it.  You 
aren't as sublime and happy as you let on, Jezebel.  I know your 
troubles and I know you..."

"But...  How?"

"I don't know.  I do.  Just trust me: I know what has happened and I 
don't hate you for it.  My life isn't worth-- wasn't worth living the 
way I was before.  I wasn't who I wanted to be.  You could have done 
nothing to make things worse, even if you killed me."

"I'm so sorry," Jezebel whispered again.  Andi fell to embrace her.

"Stop.  I told you not to be sorry.  I've been awake for awhile.  I 
had a chance to think while you slept.  I need to figure some things 
out.  I need to get my mind straight.  But I do know what I want right 
now..."

Jezebel looked at her, curious.

"Fuck..." Andi whispered, kissing the full lips of her Sire.  She felt 
the soft rhythm of Jezebel's gyrating body below.  Her clit rubbed 
against hers.  Her skin melted against Jezebel's.

Jezebel's hands reached for Andi's and clasped them.  She turned her 
arms upward, resting on their elbows; offering support for Andi as she 
gave herself to Jezebel again.  Soft folds of skin titillated the soft 
lower lips of the other.  Their moisture mixed.  The insides of 
Jezebel's thighs lit fires against the friction of rubbing against the 
outsides of Andi's thighs.  They thrust their hips toward one another, 
reaching for orgasm.  Reaching for the satisfaction that one could 
provide the other.  Their eyes met and locked.  Bodies shook and 
breasts bounced.  Breaths came short.  Sighs came readily.

Andi took her right hand from Jezebel's left hand, resting much of her 
weight on her other.  Andi drew her hand quickly across her own breast 
and Jezebel's face showed a brief confusion when Andi removed her hand 
to reveal a thin, deep slice beneath her right aureole.  Blood spilled 
from it.  Andi leaned forward and offered the breast to Jezebel's 
willing lips.

Andi felt Jezebel's warm tongue lapping at the blood and drinking it 
from the vein in her breast.  It felt beautiful and right.  Her entire 
upper body wanted to float and felt weightless.  She felt her pussy 
contract and her stomach convulse.  She was coming and she released 
her inhibitions, screaming loudly and pulling Jezebel's hair tightly 
to one side.  Her toes curled and her eyes clenched tightly.

Against the blackness of her eyelids, Andi saw a man of large build.  
He removed his glasses to reveal the blackest eyes she had ever 
seen...




--Through My Eyes--


A month had passed since Jezebel and Andi met.  A month since Andi had 
been bitten and brought into the life of the undead.  Andi had come to 
view Jezebel as a mentor, mother, and lover.  In turn, Jezebel 
regarded Andi as her savior.  An angel sent to rejuvinate her heart 
and soul and lust for living.

The night became theirs.  It was the cloak that shrouded them as they 
made love, talked, danced and entangled themselves in each other's web

But when morning came, and sleep drew them in, Andi was tortured by 
nightmares.  Jezebel slept well, but worried greatly for her lover.  
She would cradle her in her arms and assure Andi that all was right.  
But the fear and sickness in her eyes frightened Jezebel.  She would 
speak to Andi almost daily about the nightmares.  Asking questions.  
Digging for a way to resolve the pain she saw her in.  But her 
questions were dodged.  She knew when Andi was lying, but did not 
press her on that aspect.  Still wondered why Andi would hide anything 
from her.

Jezebel looked up as Andi entered the room and drew the drapes closed, 
forcing the rising sun from the apartment.

"Hello, angel," Jezebel said.

Andi came to the bed.  She kissed Jezebel.  "Hello, yourself."

Andi started to pull away, but Jezebel's arms wrapped around her back 
and stopped her.  Jezebel pulled her down until Andi came to a 
straddling position above her.

"Stop fidgeting with the curtains and doors and come to bed," Jezebel 
said.  She didn't have to repeat herself.  Andi turned out the lights 
and it was nearly dark inside.  Jezebel reached between Andi's legs 
and slid her middle finger into her pussy, up to the knuckle.  Andi 
squirmed and fell to her side, willing Jezebel to do with her as she 
wished.  She withdrew the finger and put it to her mouth.  Licking it 
first, then drawing it into her mouth, pursing her lips around the 
finger.  "You taste like peaches..."

Andi slipped her index finger into her own pussy and pulled it out, 
glistening and shining in the faint light.  She pressed it to 
Jezebel's lips and watched as it was happily taken in to her mouth.

"I know that you know what this feels like, Andi...  When you want to 
crawl inside of the other's body and fuck them from the inside.  
Wishing you could experience the sensations they feel as you are 
causing them..."

Andi nodded, breathlessly whispering agreement.

Jezebel pushed Andi onto her back and put her palm against her pelvic 
bone, letting her fingers cascade down to her vagina.  She lightly 
brushed her middle finger against Andi's clitoris and watched a wave 
come over her, causing her to shiver.  She put more pressure on her 
clit and began a consistent circular motion, rubbing her clitoris 
around and around, letting the friction of Andi's own body rubbing 
against her clit induce an orgasm.  The motions sped up and her hand 
was beginning to be visible only as a blur of pale white.

Andi shuddered and her hands quickly grabbed Jezebel's, holding it 
against her pussy, and guiding her fingers into Andi.  She held 
Jezebel's hand still and humped her hips upward, onto the long, 
artistic digits.

Andi closed her eyes and came.  Against the blackness of her eyelids, 
she saw a tall man with ivory skin and dark, brooding eyes.  She was 
vaguely aware of the image.  Her interest and body were occupied by 
the fire in her belly.

"Don't stop, Jezzy-- God don't you dare stop!" She cried.

And Jezebel didn't.  She continued her ministrations.  She eased a 
second and a third finger in.  A fourth was soon to join them when 
Andi's hand coaxed them eagerly to enter her body.  She was panting 
and her body undulated like a raft in the torrid sea.  Sweat began to 
cover her forehead and her chest.  Her thighs were an excited pink and 
her labia were full and voluptuous.

Another image painted itself on the backs of Andi's eyelids.  She was 
slightly more aware of this one, but her brain, consumed in the moment 
of ecstasy discarded it.  A woman lay on the floor by the man's feet, 
a line of blood about her neck.

"More," Andi whispered, "More Jezzy, I want you inside of me."

"No, child-- I'll hurt you.  I don't want it to hurt, sweet," Jezebel 
argued.

"I don't care.  Let it hurt.  Please, Jezebel.  God, I want you inside 
of my body.  Yourself, you said you wanted such."

"But," she protested.

"Just put that fucking hand in me.  Don't worry about me...  Please... 
 Just do it quickly and it won't hurt..."

Jezebel gathered herself and knelt on her hands.  She took hold of her 
wrist with her other hand and forced her entire right hand into Andi's 
pussy.  Her body resisted at first and it took much strength to enter. 
 But she was in, to her wrist now and it caused only one long guttural 
scream from Andi.

Jezebel was shocked at what she was doing.  There was something 
sensual about having her fist inside of this warm body.  It made her 
feel connected and she was, for awhile, a part of Andi.  It was 
spectacular.

"Does this feel well, Andi?"  She asked, hoping that she had indeed 
found enjoyment in this, as it was she that had insisted.

Andi said nothing.  She clenched her teeth and breathed heavily like a 
woman in labor.  She was sweating and shaking.  Her eyes were tightly 
shut.  Her cunt was begging to be relieved of the mass inside of her.  
Her skin quaked.  Jezebel's hand began to twist in semi-circular 
motions.  This sent Andi over the edge and her body entered the most 
intense orgasm she could recall.  She screamed, loud enough to hurt 
Jezebel's ears.  She wanted the hand out of her, but she desired to 
have it within her, too.  It was beginning to overwhelm her and she 
could no longer accept the stimulation and the intriguing, odd sense 
of pain inside of her, swelling throughout her lower body, belly, 
breasts...  

The image reappeared against her eyelids.  It was Jezebel at the 
floor.  Punctured neck with a streak of blood.  Another streak of the 
blood was faintly visible on the dark shoes of the black-eyed man 
above her.

Andi passed out.




Jezebel awoke hours later to Andi's prodding.

"What is it?" She asked, attentively.

"I need to talk to you, Jezzy..."

Jezebel sat up and brushed the hair away from her eyes.  "About the 
dreams."

Andi nodded.  "Yes.  And something else."

"Alright...  I've been waiting for you to explain.  It's an odd time, 
but I suppose this is as well as any, isn't it dear?"

Andi smiled.  "Yeah.  I guess."  She thought for a moment.  She began 
to speak and then hesitated before continuing.  "It's more than 
dreams.  I've also had these... visions.  But they've only come a few 
times.  Perhaps a half dozen...  And they come only when... well... 
when...  when I'm coming."

Jezebel smiled devilishly and immediately tried to cover it up.

"Smart ass," Andi retorted.  "It's always been a dark-eyed man in the 
dreams and visions.  A tall, pale figure.  Almost ghostly.  It never 
made sense before, but his eyes frightened me.  They always have since 
the first dream weeks ago."

"Dreams," Jezebel whispered, "Andi, dreams are just the result of your 
brain processing information at night.  It's noth--"

"No.  Listen," Andi insisted.  "This dream...  The vision... Earlier, 
when you put your hand in me...  When I came-- I saw him again... And 
you."

Jezebel's eyes perked up and she ruffled her brow.

"Jezzy...  You were by him on the floor...  You were dead or 
something...  I think you were dead..."

Jezebel sat quietly.  She was unsure how to respond.  She wanted to 
disregard what she had just heard, but...

It was familiar.  She had experienced similar dreams during the time 
that Andi was sick.  That is why she found it difficult to ignore.  
The image.  The situation of her body on the floor.  The man.  It was 
familiar.  It had happened to her.  It was real.

But when?  Would she not recall it?  It had been so long.  She was 
certain of that.

"I think," Andi said, "that I experience these images when I am most 
connected with you.  That is why they occur when we make love.  And 
when we're asleep...  I don't know.  Perhaps we are symbiotic then, 
too."

"I don't know," Jezebel thought aloud.  "I dreamt about this man, too. 
 When you were asleep I dreamt for the first time in many years.  I 
can't recall them completely... but the man with dark eyes.  I knew 
someone like him before.  With eyes like pits."

"Who is he?" Andi asked, scooting closer to Jezebel and taking her 
share of the blanket to keep warm.  Their legs brushed against each 
other beneath the covers.

"I wish I could say..."

"And why has he hurt you in my dreams?"

"Again...  I wish I could answer you."

They were both scared, and neither needed to say so.  Whatever these 
things meant, they were enough to stand the hair upon your neck 
on-end.  But Jezebel knew that there was nothing that could be done 
about things beyond your control.  Perhaps, after sleep, she would 
have the faculties to recollect the face in their dreams.

And there was always Lodairos.

Into each other's arms, they fell, appearing to sleep like babes on 
the outside, but sharing the same simultaneous dream of the dark man 
attacking Jezebel.




Andi had recently decided to continue stripping.  She found a 
comfortable excitement in dancing before men.  Seeing their lust for 
her body and sucking in the beat of the music without her inhibitions. 
 As night came, she showered and dressed for work.  After she had 
gone, Jezebel went to the small store wherein she knew Lodairos would 
be busily archiving his texts and whatnots.

Jezebel arrived to an unlocked door.  That was unusual.  Lodairos was 
an aging man and he knew that this neighborhood was no longer the safe 
fortress of his childhood.  Worry growing in her, she pushed it open.  
She cautiously stepped inside and saw the gentle glow of a low-watt 
bulb in the far end of the store.

A figure moved there.  It turned.

"Jezebel!" The voice cried.  It was Lodairos.

"Jesus," Jezebel said, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?  Your 
door was unfastened!"

Lodairos nodded.  His eyes darted from her face to the corner of the 
room, gesturing for her to look behind him.  Look for something.  
"I've been too busy at work.  I must have forgotten about security, 
child..."  

Jezebel tried to follow his eyes, but she did not quite catch on what 
the old man was trying to convey.  He cocked his head and she knew 
that they were not alone.  He had tried to convey that to her from the 
moment she entered.  That is why he moved nervously and his voice was 
higher than normal.  Shaky.  Unsure of it's footing.

"Lodairos-- what is it?" Jezebel whispered.

"Run!" He whispered, pleading to her with his eyes.  His gray hair 
falling over his eyes and his hands gesturing for her to go.

She wanted to ask why.  She wanted to take his hand and calm him down. 
 But the light behind him quickly disappeared.  Jezebel looked up and 
before her, behind Lodairos, stood a man of more than six and one-half 
feet.  Dark, trimmed hair and sunglasses.  His skin was pale, like a 
sheet or a ghost.

"What the hell?" She gasped.  She stood, frozen as the man towered 
over her.  His hand reached to his face and removed his eyeglasses.  
The black pits of his dark eyes stared into her soul.

Jezebel tried to scream.  The tip of a large knife suddenly appeared, 
silently through Lodairos' stomach.  Blood spilled from the blade and 
wound to the floor.  He mouthed words that Jezebel could not make out 
and the blade disappeared.  The man withdrew the knife and returned it 
to his side.

Like ice, crushing beneath the heavy boots of a storm trooper, he 
spoke: "My time has come to repent and make right what I have done."

"What are you talking about?" Jezebel yelled, "What the fuck are you 
talking about?!"

He lunged for her, but her quickness allowed her to evade him and 
avoid the point of the knife he wielded.

"I made the mistake of embracing you, child.  Many I have embraced.  
And the time has come for me to cleanse the soul I have left and 
sacrifice my children.  I must remove the stains I have put on this 
earth."

"You...  You're my sire..." She said quietly, backing away from him 
and easing her way to the doorway.

"Yes...  I raped you and fucked you like the whore you have become."

"Why would you say such a thing?  Why did you...  Why did you make me 
this way?"

"I was a venomous man.  Frightened of my newfound strength and 
immortality.  I thought I was a god.  But I was wrong.  I'm erasing 
the mistakes of my youth."

"But I'm not a mistake!  I was... I was human until you..."

"Yes, yes... I know... But I made you what you are.  I am your sire.  
Give yourself to me and we will make things right.  I will be quick in 
taking your heart."

He swiped at her, lunging forward.  He missed her as she dodged to the 
side and he fell against the wall, blade slicing into the dark wood.

"Fuck you!"  Jezebel said.  She swung her arm around, elbowing her 
attacker in the jaw and drawing blood.  With a quick jump, she found 
the door and opened it.  As he came again for her, she caught him in 
the balls with a heavy foot and he squealed.  He dropped to the floor 
and cursed her as the bitch he claimed she was.

She wanted to look back as she fled, but the sheer anger and 
relentlessness in his eyes had convinced her that one more glance 
would not be worth her life.  She ran.  Andi should have been to work 
by now and she would be able to speak with her there.  In her 
presence, she would feel safe.




The bar was alive tonight.  Not crowded, by any means, but there were 
enough people to mingle and dance with.  Jezebel made her way through 
the people to the counter.

"Jezzy!  You're here!" Eddie said loudly, handing her a drink.

She shunned the drink and asked him when Andi would be on the stage.

"She's got another ten minutes, babe.  You want I should go get her 
for you?-- I gotta say, I'm damn pleased one of my girls returned 
after a night with you.  Guess there's a first time for nearly fuckin' 
everything ain't there?"

"Thanks," she replied, "but I'll just go talk to her myself.  I'm in a 
hurry."

Eddie saw something unusual in Jezebel's face.  It was... anxiety.  He 
hadn't seen her worried about anything before.  "Jez-- you okay?  Is 
everything alright?"

She looked up at him.  She would like to have told him, but could not 
risk involving him in this.  He was a bit of a prick, but he didn't 
deserve to have anything like this thrust upon him. He wouldn't stand 
a chance.  "I'm... There's someone I don't want to see.  And I want 
Andi to know who he is."

"Well, I see anybody in here looks a bit suspicious, I'll take care of 
them.  Now get on back and see Andi before she goes on!"

Jezebel moved around people, zigzagging her way to the back of the 
club.  The pattern of lights changed, and the blue intensified; 
pulsed.  The music changed.  A harsh, industrial riff of KMFDM shook 
the building.

Andi danced powerfully onto the stage; demanding attention and getting 
it.

Damn!, Jezebel thought.  She couldn't get to Andi from the 
dance-floor.  There was no way up and the stage was much too high.  
Steps.  There were steps behind stage from the dressing room that she 
could use.  If she could get her attention from behind there.

But that would cause a commotion.  Ten minutes.  She could wait ten 
minutes.  Andi would have another thirty minutes before her next set 
afterward.  She could wait.  She stepped up to the front part of the 
stage and watched Andi dance.  Her nearly naked body spun and her 
breasts bounced.  Her long arms wrapped around the brass poles and 
then around herself.  She caressed her body and lay on the floor, 
slithering toward the crowd.

Her eyes caught Jezebel's.  Eagerly, Jezebel tried to communicate to 
her, gesturing and yelling, but it was too loud for her voice to 
carry.

Jezebel waited and watched.  Just a few minutes.  It was all going to 
be fine.  Her Sire was behind her, crawling on his knees in pain.  He 
would be awhile before finding her-- and this would be the last place 
he would look for her.




Eddie took a clean cloth and dried the inside of the glasses before 
him.  It was a pleasantly busy night.  More people meant more money.  
And more money meant... Well, it meant he could get the hell out of 
this town and away from his ex-wife.  Some place warm would be nice.

But he wasn't excited at the thought of leaving the gorgeous women who 
danced for him.  Especially Andi.  She had worked out very well at his 
bar.  Such a beautiful young thing when she walked in off the streets 
looking for a gig.  And here she was, his main draw for customers.

His thoughts turned to Andi's new fling, Jezebel.  The thought of them 
together made him snicker.  Somehow, they seemed appropriate for one 
another.  He'd sure like to get a piece of each of them, though.  But, 
he wondered, what was up with Jezzy tonight?  She seemed so worried.  
Her mind was definitely elsewhere and she was scared.

Who could she mean by 'him'?  It certainly couldn't have been an 
ex-boyfriend.  When had he ever seen her interested in a male?  To 
that point, when had he seen her around any men?

A dark image reflected in the glass he held.  Eddie looked up from it 
and saw the bearer.  It was a tall, dark-haired man.  He wore damaged 
sunglasses and walked with a subtle limp.  His pale skin-- it looked 
as if he'd ripped it from Jezebel and worn it himself; so pale.

He certainly didn't belong in a place like this.  He didn't seem to 
even want to be walking into this place.  Eddie's instincts raised his 
interest and he stopped the man.

"Can I help you?  Are you looking for someone?"

The man kept silent, scanning the room.  He was looking for someone.  
Jezebel.  Eddie would have wagered his scrotum on it.  The man turned 
to Eddie and said, "Yes, thank you-- I've found what I'm looking for."

The man removed his hat and glasses.  His eyes were pits and their 
blackness froze Eddie as he opened the drawer by the register and took 
the butt of the revolver inside.

The man walked further.  Those who were standing moved from his path 
as he approached.  He certainly was not going to move around them.  
Several people at their tables glanced nervously upward as he passed 
them.  He wore a grimace.

Jezebel felt a cold stare.  It darted across the room and froze the 
hair on her neck.  She turned, sure of the eyes that stare came from.  
Her Sire.  His angry, mechanical hate bearing on her.  Forbidding her 
to flee.  And to flee would only prolong the chase.  

She knew that he was weakened.  The limp he had acquired from their 
earlier encounter gave his pain away.  And the grimace on his face, 
which was more than just hate-- pain.

Her mind raced and she wanted to alert Andi.  Seek Andi's help so that 
she would be all right.  So that she would not have to face this end 
alone.  But only she and her Sire existed.  Outside their bodies the 
world moved in slow colored blotches, blurring their peripheral 
vision.

Andi suddenly ceased dancing.  At their tables, customers grumbled and 
wondered why she had stopped.  She nervously clutched at her face, 
naked body standing free.  She stared exactly into the eyes of the 
dark-eyed man who had torn her attention from her routine.  He was 
oblivious to her, though.  He moved in a set manner, determined, as he 
came upon Jezebel. 

"Jezebel!" Andi screamed.  She could not get her attention.  "Eddie!"  
She screamed, realizing that Jezebel was unable to gather her senses.  
She seemed...  hypnotized and drawn into the void where the strange 
man stood.  The man from her very own dreams, whom she had seen above 
Jezebel many days before.

Eddie saw the commotion as the patrons of his bar mumbled worriedly 
and unknowingly in response to the sight before them.  The dark man 
who had entered minutes before reached a cold hand to Jezebel, 
brushing her cheek.  Without words, Eddie drew the pistol from below 
the counter.  With a clear line, he fired.  Twice.  The first tore 
through the man's right arm, shattering his elbow.  The second bullet 
pierced his shoulder, throwing him forward against the stage.

The man screamed and stood to look at Eddie.  In a magnificent bound, 
the wounded man leaped to the stage.  He shoved Andi off and she fell 
clumsily to the floor below.  She winced as the room echoed with the 
snapping of her forearm.  The dark-eyed man, with his healthy arm, 
ripped a brass pole from the ceiling, it's now jagged edges reflecting 
light against the walls of the now empty nightclub.

Eddie fumbled with the pistol.  It clicked twice.

The man turned toward the bar, twenty yards from the stage.  He 
hoisted the brass pole like a massive shining javelin.

"Christ!" Eddie swore, hoping furiously for the trigger to give.  
'Click'.

The man hurled the pole into the air and it sailed across the room.

'Click'.  The magazine could not be empty.  It was always kept fully 
loaded.  God damned miss-fires! "Christ!"  Eddie swore again as his 
eyes caught the end of the pole bearing down on him from the center of 
the room.  He forced the trigger once more and the gun fired.  Eddie 
didn't see the bullet hit its target squarely in the jaw, throwing 
bone and teeth spattering across the stage and lights.  The pole 
carved through Eddie's large forehead with its uneven rude edge.  It 
speared him against the back of the bar, between black and white 
photos on the wall.

Andi screamed as she saw her boss-- her friend, slaughtered in her 
defense.

The dark-eyed man, seeming only momentarily effected by his wounds, 
dove from the stage, landing on Jezebel's back, wrapping his arms 
around her head.  She would die and he would see to it.  His mistake 
would be erased.

Jezebel knew she was in danger.  She wanted to fight off her Sire, but 
he leapt on her and controlled her.  How could she fight her creator?  
How could she destroy he, who gave her life?-- But these were not her 
own thoughts.  God, these were not hers!  They were his!  She knew 
this and fought desperately to banish them from her head.  But his 
connection with his progeny, even years later was such that she could 
afford only a weak and swift fight before submitting to his obvious 
power.

He drained it from her; the power.  He reclaimed what he had given 
her.  To removed her heart from her chest would be the only remaining 
step.  Then, she would cease to be nasferatu.  She would cease to 
live.

It was then that Andi felt the surge of power.  It was pure adrenaline 
coursing through her veins like a wild drug in the arm of an addict.  
She was nasferatu as well, and her Sire was soon to expire.  She was 
strong.  She had not yet needed to rely on the instincts that had 
embedded themselves in her system these last weeks.  Now, it was 
impossible to deny that she was more than she ever imagined she could 
be.

Instinctively, she willed herself to move across the floor.  Despite 
the awful pain in her leg, she stood and found herself whisked to 
where the dark-eyed man and Jezebel stood.  She had not leaped, nor 
walked-- yet she had moved from where she sat, to where she now stood. 
 Her power, in this moment of duress, had grown exponentially.

"Turn to me, coward," she demanded of the dark figure.

He turned, releasing Jezebel from his arms.  His mutilated jaw and 
mouth could not speak, but she heard words in her mind, "Do not 
interfere child.  She is mine."

"No," she telepathed to him.  She had learned recently of her ability 
to communicate without words or gestures with Jezebel.  She had not 
realized it was an ability beyond herself and her lover.

The dark-eyed man's eyes suddenly gained emotion.  Before, so sure and 
direct, now curious and growing frightened.  He knew instantly that 
this one was powerful.  She was young and she had something within her 
that he had never had...  Passion.  Yes, he sensed passion in her and 
he feared it.

"No," she said aloud this time.  "She is mine!"

Shouting gutturally, from her throat, Andi threw her hand into the 
man's chest.  Her finger's dug instantly into his skin and shock 
glazed his eyes.  Her hand twisted inside of his body and he slumped 
forward, gasping a final breath before she withdrew.  He fell to the 
floor.  Andi loosened her grip and his now still heart rolled from her 
hand, dropping next to his belly.

She looked for Jezebel.  She was slumped against a barstool.  She was 
delirious and incoherent, but she would be fine.

Andi would see to that.

                                  -fin-

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