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Galain the Vampire...
Unable to survive on the blood of humans alone,
he needs an Elven source of blood.
Who better than his bondmate?
You will control the Amazon before dawn, M'Pet.....and you will go to the Master's embrace tomorrow after sunset." Galain removed himself from Tessa’s embrace reluctantly. The night was slipping away and he had business to do before he was claimed by Rauldac the next evening. He gazed down at his Mistress, catching her glittering eyes and he leaned down to kiss her again, running a hand down her body, caressing each curve with a firm hand, followed by a kiss, groaning as he pulled away yet again. What pleasures she had taught him in the past few days… he had never guessed at what had lain dormant in him, at what extent he could go for the sake of pained pleasure. He reveled in her touch and ached for her again even as he dressed once more and quietly left, a final kiss on her temple.
He had a specific prey in mind during these final hours before the sun rose. He would find it, claim it. ‘Thaya would be his in a way that neither of them had ever imagined and she would be his sustaining salvation as he dove further into the Dark. Physically, he found himself easily within the city again, headed first toward Carpe, then veering slightly, instead headed toward a slightly different location. A cold smile crossed his features as he realized what this place was, what had happened here only days before. This was most appropriate for what he had to do. He didn’t even ask for the room - he knew. The burning on his right arm guided him as he took silent steps, moving closer to where his prey was. He saw Elyen emerge from a room and he pressed himself tightly against a wall, melding into the darkness, only his eyes glittering as the elf walked past, unaware. And then he moved forward - pushing the door open. "Melda," he said, stopping only momentarily before crossing quickly to stand by the bed. He stood utterly still, staring at her tear-stained face, noting the bite marks at her throat. "'Thaya"
"Melda" The voice was not Elyen's.... weak and tired 'Thaya rolled over, looking up into eyes of sea green beauty. "Sy'rish?," her voice shook with fear and love all at once. How could he be here? Why would he be here? She thought perhaps she was delirious, seeing what she wanted to... what she was desperate to.
He sensed her disbelief and smiled as gently as he could kneeling down by the bedside. "It’s really me, ’Thaya," he said quietly, tracing one hand along the side of her neck, caressing her cheek. "You’ve been hurt my love." He quaked inside, he could smell her blood and he tingled within, eager to touch her more.
"Galain?" she leaned into his touch, her befuddled mind forgetting what it was he had become, "Where have you been Adero?" She reached out to touch him, her fingers tracing the tattoo on his arm, making it glow softly in the weak light of the room. "I missed you."
He gritted his teeth as the tattoo glowed, but oddly it wasn’t a sharp pain and he looked at it wonderingly before looking at her. "I’ve missed you too... I’ve been -lost." He lied only slightly, as his hand smoothed back her hair and he moved closer to her. "Lost and needing you badly, melda." He bent to kiss her lips, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as his body shook slightly. Gods, he had missed her indeed.
With a gentle sigh she pulled him closer, meeting his kiss with a passion that rivaled the weariness of her body. Her fingers wound through his gold locks as he moved to lay close to her on the bed, his body pressed against hers and she curled into him willingly.
He knew his time was limited. Elyen was only out on a small mission anyway and he moved quickly to lay with her, kissing her again as his hands trailed down to push the sheets away from her and then caress the softness of her skin again, tilting her chin more to him as he hungrily claimed her mouth again. He twined a leg around her, gently seducing her, letting his teeth gently graze her skin, need rising to a burning crescendo within him, knowing that life lay within his arms.
Her breath came short, responding to hands that were oh so familiar, her head swimming as his kiss consumed her. Galain had always been a passionate lover, but this time his need seemed to burn through her, his hands and kiss demanding and urgent. Her blood ran hot, and she whimpered softly as her desire rose to meet his.
He wasted little time then, quietly slipping clothing off himself, herself... urgency paramount as time grew shorter and he knew Elyen would return. The sweet scent of her blood rose in his nostrils, he could sense its heat, her need for him and he nearly smiled in triumph as he joined his body with hers, wantonness fueling both of them as he again kissed her, trailing his lips down the front of her as they danced a lover’s dance. His kisses grew more insistent as he returned to her lips, his teeth nipping at hers, pleased when she responded in kind, willing her to bite his lips. When she didn’t right away he purposefully cut his mouth with his own fang, feeling the blood ooze forth as he pressed his mouth again to hers. "Taste of me, melda. Drink of your Sy’rish’s love my sweet one," he whispered against her, sighing softly when she did.
The taste of his blood was coppery on her tongue, yet sweet in an odd way, she grew dizzy, her blood began to burn. "Galain..." She suddenly wanted him more, wrapping around him as he melded with her. She threw her head back, exposing her neck already red with blood.
Somewhere deep within himself the elf cringed in shame and self-disgust. But the rest of Galain, the rest that was Gangrel sang with victory. She was his. Slave to his calling when he needed her and she would come willingly now. He tugged gently upon that blood bond and then gazed once into her eyes before accepting the gift she proffered, her bloodstained neck and the coursing life that beckoned within her veins. He sank his teeth into her gently, fangs digging into her flesh and the rich essence of mage and elven blood entered into his mouth, nearly dizzying him with its potency. This was what he had needed and craved. It would keep him alive and strong even when he hunted human prey. He dared not drink too deeply, recognizing she’d already been fed upon once tonight. But it was enough as he heard her soft sigh and felt her heart slow. He withdrew slightly from her, still joined as one with her body, her blood fresh upon his tongue. "Sweet ’Thaya," he murmured, gazing into her eyes again, gazing deeply into the emerald pools that shone with his reflection. She was tired and further weakened by his own assault and he brushed his hands through her hair. "You’re mine again.. come to me when I call." He tilted his head, tapping her cheek lightly.
A small smile on her blood stained lips she stirred beneath him softly, "Yes En'deros," she whispered, half way between sleep and conciousness..."When you call."
He stopped in mid-tracks, glass in hand. There was something wrong. And it had to do with 'Thaya. Elyen frowned as he tried to place it. It was like when he followed her, a draining... But who would follow them to this place? No... Abandoning the glass, he shouldered his way past a crowd of people, irritation at the delay. Finally breaking free, he reached the bottom of the stairs. Then he looked up. Galain. Sated and smug, the High Elf-turned-gangrel froze when he saw the other man at the foot of the stairs. Despair warred with recognition and a growing sense of anger...
The vampire elf stirred. Elyen was returning. He could sense the other somehow and he got up from the bed swiftly. He had stayed here too long and dawn wasn’t far off. He kissed ‘Thaya one more time before he dressed, certain the other elf would return before he could leave. He walked quietly to the door and swung it open, freezing when he stepped out and took one look at the bottom of the stairs. At the foot stood the other elf, recognition warring with some other emotion in his eyes.
"You beast..." the words hissed out of his lips as he stepped slowly up the stairs, the High Elf keeping where he is as his eyes followed Elyen. "She loves you, and you defile her." A dagger found its way into his hand as he neared the new-born vampire.
"I defile her?" Galain could have laughed. In fact, he did, as he approached Elyen. "She seemed rather willing to be... defiled." He smiled coldly. "In fact, we’ve reached a little agreement." He didn’t elaborate, instead watching the other carefully, his eyes catching the gleam of the blade in Elyen’s hands. "Think to stick me with that?" He taunted and poised himself. He was still unarmed, but he had speed, he had his old elven abilities.
"No." The other smiled grimly, gaining a little satisfaction as surprise and wariness entered Galain's eyes. He paused before Galain, seeing the other's attention taken by the blade he held in his hand. One blade, not two. Because the other blade was already pressed against the High Elf's throat, edge drawing a bead of blood.
Galain actually hissed in anger and grabbed Elyen’s wrists, uncaring of how deep the blade went as he grappled with the other for control of the weapons. He slammed Elyen into the wall beside the door that led to the room where the Amazon slept and wrenched his right hand, watching one dagger fall to the ground. The vampire elf kicked it away and turned in time to catch a glancing blow off his shoulder. He fell back and crouched, again watching hi adversary, waiting before he lunged again.
Elyen ignored the loss of one dagger and transferred the dagger in his left hand to his right. His eyes narrowed as he studied the stance that the High Elf had taken. Galain had gained in strength and speed, but not in tactics. He stood still, balancing on the balls of his feet, ready to shift his balance should Galain move.
Both stood in the doorway, poising to strike. It was a game of patience and determination. Everything was. The vampire couldn’t stand it any longer and moved swiftly, feinting toward the hand without the dagger before grabbing the other arcing arm of the elf and twisting it around behind his back and jabbing his knee into Elyen’s back, forcing him to his knees. He knew he’d been lucky - Elyen was deadly with his weapon of choice and he had only seconds before he’d lose his grip despite his strength. "You don’t want to mess with me, friend," he said in a low whisper, letting one fang trace a thin line of blood down the side of Elyen’s neck. Pure elven blood smote Galain’s senses and he hastily let go of the other. Conflicting images of camaraderie and laughter mixed with the anger and hatred he now felt. He struck blindly, drawing blood from Elyen’s mouth.
The elf gasped as he fell to his knees, feeling the scrape of the fangs against the back of his neck. As Galain released him, he fell forward and twisted as he fell, kicking the other's legs out from beneath him. Ignoring the blood trickling down his collar, the elf came to his feet and used the bought time to retrieve his lost blade.
Galain scrambled after him, determined to keep Elyen unarmed. Determined now to simply kill him. He stopped, realizing the other was already armed again and angrily he lashed out, daring the other to stab him. Hell, he’d already been stabbed once before. He dove for Elyen’s knees and realized they were near the top of the stairs. Perfect. He crashed into the other, ignoring the shocking pain of the dagger ripping down his back as he forced the other elf backward down the stairs, both entangled in a deadly embrace. There was a sharp crack of Elyen’s head against the wall and then they stopped abruptly, Galain breathing heavily as he struggled to remove himself from the unconscious elf. The dagger was still in Elyen’s hand and the vampire elf stared at in, contemplating before he picked it and began a swift arc toward Elyen’s throat. The creak of a door and the tentative voice of An’Thaya stopped him. "Galain?" She asked and he dropped the dagger, staring up at her in momentary shock. "’Thaya." He said simply before turning swiftly away. "Your En’rish needs you." He moved abruptly away. Certain rules still applied and while everything in him screamed to finish the job, something deep within stopped him. An’Thaya was right there… He cursed himself. He’d never let this weakness show again. He kicked at Elyen for good measure, then turned away, daring those who had gathered at the foot of the stairs to do something. Then he was gone, fleeing the dawn and the havoc he’d left behind.
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Midway to Carpe Galain changed his mind. He was not ready to go there yet. But he was ready to see someone else. Fiery red hair and emerald eyes flashed before his mind’s eye and he smiled to himself. He reached out to ‘Thaya, and quickly realized where she was and with whom. Momentarily he considered actually entering their room, seducing both without their realizing it just to see their faces afterward. He nearly laughed aloud, but decided that perhaps another day would provide for such entertainment. Instead he stood very still, standing in the grey shadows as he called out to the Amazon, used the bond he’d created with his blood. It was a quiet call, not unlike his Master’s. A call that whispered through her mind, twined into her dreams and quietly filled her senses with the scent of blackberries and evergreens his own scent that beckoned to her to come. He moved quickly to a nearby park and waited beneath a tree.
'Thaya stirred in her sleep, responding to something within her dreams. Unthinking she rose from the bed, drawing on her clothing quietly, so as not to disturb Elyen. Her hands went to her daggers, but something made her leave them behind. She made her way down, out onto the streets, her feet leading her to the place from which the calling pulled. Finding herself in a park she looked around bewildered, something so familiar... just beyond her understanding, it bound her here with silken cords of need.
Galain didn’t dare breathe. Instead he gazed upon the Amazon as she glanced around, trying to understand who was calling her and why. He smiled only slightly. She came, but she knew not to whom, nor would she remember. It galled a little, but it was necessary. He sent the call again, it almost seemed a slight breeze that ran through her hair and tugged her closer to him before he stepped out and revealed himself, watching her eyes widen. "Thaya," he said quietly before stepping forward to run a hand down her cheek, along her neck and down one arm. Then he bent to kiss her before lifting her gently into his arms. He might be a different creature now, but something within kept him from any outright cruelty to this one... yet. The tattoo on his arm glowed dimly in reaction to her presence and the abruptly cancelled need he’d felt for Tessa welled within him as he held ‘Thaya’s body close. He laid her gently down in a small copse, and stared down at her. "Do you know why you come to me?" He whispered.
At first her heart jumped in fright when she saw him, but as he gathered her softly to him she realized he wasn't going to hurt her. Feelings warred within her as he lay her down, but she did not struggle against him, his voice slid through her mind, binding her to him further, her blood seemed to be on fire... she barely heard his question. "Because you need me," she murmured.
Galain smiled at the answer. Because he needed her. He did. He was fresh from the Blood Kiss and felt no life-threatening need for her blood at present, but he needed her nonetheless. Needed to touch her, taste her, feel her... have her. He bent to kiss her and then slowly removed her clothing as before, removing his own before pulling her to him and wrapping his legs around her, kissing her again and again, reaffirming her connection to him as his kisses grew more insistent and her throat fell back. He made love to her even as his teeth sank into her throat again, elven mage blood seeping into his mouth and into his body. Heady pleasure gripped them until he pulled his head back, running hands down her. He paused as their eyes caught. The trust that was so implicit in her expression stabbed into his gut and for a moment he wasn’t sure whether to throttle her or take her again. He tamped down feelings and did the latter, oblivious to the passing time.
His fangs in her throat brought her pleasure she hadn't expected, when he pulled back she almost felt dissappointment, sweet loss as she kissed his blood smeared lips. The Amazon in her responded the the feral needs in him, the second time she took him as much as he did her, startling him at first. Pulling him close to her she sighed, whispered in his ear, "I love you Sy'rish."
Those words rang in his ears and he shut his eyes. This one loved him... had loved him. And he used her, took what he needed of her and then abandoned her. What had he become? An image of hooded eyes rose unbidden in his mind. Rauldac’s eyes. He was vampire. Rauldac’s Son. He’d been chosen by the Clan Progenitor for a reason. He swallowed and pulled ‘Thaya atop him and then pulled her down to him, hands twined painfully into her hair. "And I love you, melda," he said before kissing her, cutting her lip with one fang and running his tongue over it. Regardless, they were tied together. One hand strayed to the fresh bite mark on her neck. "You are mine." He asserted then. A nearby sound stopped him from acting again and his sharp eyes caught movement nearby. "It’s time to go," he stated simply and rose with her, dressing her himself before dressing as well. And then in an unerring flash they were within the room itself that the Amazon shared with Elyen. Galain stared down at the elf who slept so uneasily, daring to touch his forehead. "Sleep more deeply," he murmured before laying An’Thaya down beside her En’rish. He looked at ‘Thaya and smiled. "I will call again." He gazed one more time at Elyen, many thoughts running through his mind before he kissed ‘Thaya again and then was gone.
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