*Vampires Requim* [FILLED]

[Lancent]

Donna opened her mouth to speak, searching for the right flow of words till Boman put a hand. He escorted Donna out of the room, Leaving Cocoa atop the bed. HE gave him a look suggesting that he take his explanation slowly.

Cocoa sighed, first with his head down, then looked up at the sun lamp. The sky was a semi-purple and red color, indicating the being somewhere around seven a.m. or so. This would have been alot easier if the sun were already out, he thought. At least she'd be able to see that she a day walker now. He looked up at now, the look she gave him, the worry and fear as she hugged to Lance, made Cocoa's heart sink. She wouldn't be able to comprehend her new self on her own, he realized, and at the same time, he never wanted for himself to be an acquaintance of hers. It wasn't because he believed she didn't love him or anything of that nature. Lance had jumped into a relationship that was not supposed to be successful, it wasn't because he didn't trust her either. Lance sighed and looked at her meeting her worried gaze.

"My real name, is Azarith Malliard," he stated, he wasn't surprised when she jumped at that fact of a cat not just clearly, but speaking with intelligence. When Cocoa continued, he sounded guilty at most. "I am... well... was a warlock from England. Lady Raven, I apologize for my false accusations of you." He was referring to her reaction upon seeing Boman, and as futile as it would be, she guarded Lance from them. "My lady, the relationship between the two of you spawned in such a short time. I originally assumed you were leading him to be trapped and over time, my opinion hadn't changed (She looked offended). It wasn't until I had witnessed and understood what he had done to you, that i came to envy him." Cocoa's mood had gradually become depressed. She had gone through alot for Lace, so he only found it fitting to tell her his story. A story had told no one else. Not even Lance. "Lady Raven, when I was human, I had a significant other. She was the most beautiful redhead probably in the world. Her body was irresistible, and her smile was hypnotizing. I really missed the sex. Sex with her was so amazing, and we had done it so often..." Cocoa had gone completely off topic. He shook his and continued. "She was just as crazy as I was back then. We did everything together, Lady Rokyo and I." Had stopped at Raven's gasp of shock. Cocoa merely continued. "All our research, all our experiments, the people we murdered for no apparent reason, we did everything. We were in love then. But, during our relationship, i had discovered that eternal life could be obtained. We were both thrilled about it and we both spent years developing the means through which we could both obtain it. Unfortunately, during our run of research, the procedures which eternal life could be obtained had been concluded through a means of personal and very intiment means. It meant that sex had to be involve, and the process of how the procedure worked would only be favorable to a woman. When I had come that conclusion during the experiment, i had wanted to put a stop to the project, but with being a known and assured way of obtaining immortality, she had become obsessed with it. We had discovered that a body processing a high resistance to damage and less subject to toxic materials, a body with a strong immune system was needed as part of the procedure. She had learned through studies I myself had conducted, to be able to substitute a body for another without the person dying. she had drugged me one night, and using her telekinetic abilities she had paralyzed me. She performed the ritual of exchanging my body for that of a house hold animal. She liquidated my body and compressed it to a compound solution. From there, she would combine various herbs and Elixirs to create a serum that prevents growth and aging."

The problem is the means in which these serums are developed, have a great consequence upon its test subjects and environment. You are familiar with the incident in Raccoon City? The city where are virus was said to have been developed by the government which had contaminated the small city. Well, it was called a T-Virus, and it was a cover-up. The T-virus does in fact exist, but it's development and studies are conducted in laboratories in Brazil. The serum T-JR41 is what Lady Rokyo had released over the city." Cocoa paused to witness the horrid emotion that welded into Raven's eyes, she had gasped when he had relayed the news, but there was more to tell her. "Yes Lady Raven, that incident was her cause. The purpose of that particular serum was to simulate anti-aging. It works... with side effects, unfortunately. But there were others. The scandal regarding Metal Gear, which too, was just a blanket over the true purpose of that shared. There was an extremist group that raided an oil plant in the Atlantic, a group of five members to be exact. Each one of these members was special, but one of them was a project of Lady Rokyo's study. His name was Vamp, and he was a true example of what Lady Rokyo is trying to achieve. He was impervious to sunlight, blindingly fast, was nearly impervious to death itself. He had escaped from his captivity during a routine experimentation and had joined that that five man extremist group. However, he was killed by a man known as Raiden. The town of Silent Hill was another fault of Lady Rokyo. She had sought another psychic like herself, a small child by the name of Elisa, and began to experiment with the effects of a serum T-UR53, which is supposed to coat and trap oxygen into all organs, muscles, and respetory systems, ever fueling the body with elements it needs to function without the need of an outside source such as food and water or any other means of fuel. Unfortunately, the serum caused hallucinations and with the girl already being a powerful psychic, her hallucinations had manifested into a physical form, and we all know how that turned out.

I know that you are wondering what does any of this have to do with you, or Lance. To tell you the truth, its been all bout Lance from the start. Before Lance had been enslaved, he was a scientist, worked for Umbrella Corp. He was one of seven survivors of the laboritoyr incident which lead tot he fall of Raccoon City. What LKance reseached was unclear, but he and several of his colleuges had been subjected to self experimentation. I am not sure of the details of th procedures, but i do know that something formed in him that was unsuccessful to the other subjectees. what it is called is a complete mystery to everyone besides Lady Rokyo, butshe understood that this dormented what-ever-it-was, is a key to the Elixer of life." Cocoa didn't want to continue from this poit, she was one of them now and she needed to know what was going on. "In order forLady Rokyo to obtain the final ingridant for this elixir, she has to bare his child. The reason being is that the serums and solutions cannot be simply injected into the body like medication, that would result in filling her body with chemicals that would 'just be'. The serum and solutions have to be obsorbed by the body and only then would her body accept the elixir compound as chromosomes, embedeing them into herself and her child. That is why Lance is so important in this entire sharade. He has all the neccessary compounds flowing through his respritory system. If he were to (he instantly became uneasy with this part of the explanation, but he decided that being blunt about it would help him cope with the uneasy thought)... If he were to f*ck my wife and she concieved him a child, then that child's body, being born with every single ingredant, would be the final article to her game." Cocoa bent his head down in shame and defeat. "She has already given him one child... Mai, she was born blind and mute due to the incomplete formual from which she was born. Now that Lance has the complete formula flowing throughout his viens, my wife could bare his child again, and gain the new and final elixer. Luckily for us, it takes time for the solution to settle in his body. Once that is done, she will come for him. Now before I answer question about what had happed to the two of being in a comma, I would like to ask if you understood everything i just now?"  

[raven deshoulieres]

Raven was dumbfounded. She couldn't form the words that her mind tried to tell her. What did all this have to do with her? And why was it slowly getting hotter and hotter in the room? She looked over at Lance. He was so peaceful laying there, but reluctantly she looked back at the cat formerly known as Cocoa. " I'm not sure. All I know is that Lady Ryoko woman tried to kill me. I'm not sure where I fit in to all this now." Her head began to swim. She looked out the window expecting to see a starry night, but instead got a eye full of sunlight. She took cover under the sheets. It had burned, but in a surprising way. She looked out from under the covers. The sun was touching her skin, and she wasn't burning alive so to say.

She looked at the cat. " What have you done to me!? This is all so fascinating, but why can I be in the sun!? What the HELL HAS HAPPENED TO ME!?" She was frantic. Panicky. The situation was grim for her at the present moment.
She looked back over at Lance, who slept in the sunlight. She wanted him to wake up. She knew that she could handle this if he were awake and had his arms around her. She looked down at her feet. So she was about to start a new life?  

[Lancent]

"Now Lady Raven," Cocoa started. "Just calm yourself. Now listen, this has eveything to do with you now. You and Lance have been in a comma for about three weeks now. The reason is becuase you surrendered to him." Cocoa's voice trailed off. He became centamental as he answered her question. "Lady Raven... Lance killed you... You probably don't remember, but he did. You gave him everything, your life, your love, everything. You commanded him to. He had another way to get you out of exicution, but you gave up on him." He puased for a moment, guilt rising in his chest. "You loved him so much, didn't you? He knew, Raven, he knew... He knows that you gave him everything, and he knew you wanted him to live on, but he couldn't... You've become apart of his life within the short while you've known him. He didn't want to kill you, not even the night at the park, he never wanted you dead. He... he wanted you to know how much he loved you... so... he, he gave you evrything."  

[raven deshoulieres]

Raven just stared at the cat." So if he killed me, then why am i alive? Is, is Lance dead now?" she had so many questions forming in her mind, and yet she didn't know how to form the questions. She felt Lance move slightly behind her and thought he was awake. She rolled over and hugged him and looked into his eyes, but they were closed. She felt the tears well up in her eyes, but she held them back. She needed to be strong for her and Lance.

She looked back into the daylight. So she was a daywalker now. What would her coven think. Matter of fact, what would the Elders think? Would they ban her from the Fellowship? Maybe with her new found strength and abilities, they would find her more useful than ever before. She looked at the cat again. This cat had once been a warlock? Nothing surprised her anymore. She was alive, but was Lance? The heart monitors said yes, but his lack of motion suggested maybe not. She didn't know anymore.  

[Lancent]

Cocoa glanced at the window, the sun slapping against his. He looked to Lance and Raven, they looked so innocent together. But if they're love for one another is as true as this, then they would spend much of their live's in blood shed. The though of this made Cocoa's mood sink. And now that he had thought on what Raven had asked oh him, he really wasn't sure if Lance would ever wake up. If he were to, it would be no time soon. "Lady Raven," he started, indicating his respects. "I told you... He gave you everything... That's why you're not dead. He had every intention of surrendering his body and its ailments to you, but you had already surrendered yours to him. I'm assuming that's why you've become somewhat exactly like his being. Because of the experiments run on Lance by Lady Rokyo, he had been made host to all the necessary ingredients, the last needed was the serum Boman gave to him. Lance doesn't know he's a experiment, and I rather he didn't know. When he killed you, he used one of his white feathers. Both of his wings have and serve different purposes, I don't know them like he does, but he had ran you through with a white feather. To my understanding, the purpose of him doing so is that he used the powers of that one feather to exchange bodies with you. Well, tried to. He only got about half oh his soul into you. He was trying to execute himself in your body so that you could live, he didn't want live the rest of ever knowing he willingly killed the woman he loves... However, when he transferred a portion of his soul into your body then stabbed you, your body would act as a mirror and inflict the damage delt to you onto himself. His blood, filled with all the right ingredients go mixed into your wound and eventually through the rest of you. His blood, the Elixir, had altered every fiber of your being, killing and replacing every hair, organ, muscle, and cell. You died the most painful death possible...

It was the portion of his soul that brought you back, substituting himself in your place, that is why you live... I can't say that he himself is alive, it could be your portion of your soul that keeps his heart beating... I know what I’m saying maybe a little difficult to cope with, but if he were, or is still his own person, then that would make you his other mistress... That means you own a portion of his soul."  

[raven deshoulieres]

"So let me get this straight. He and I are in a sense one being? I don't know I'm rather confused still, but i think i'll understand with time." She was feeling sleepy. Possibly she was overexerting herself, which was in deed the case this time. She laid her head down on the pillow and let her nose touch tip to tip with Lance's. She tilted her head up and kissed the tip of his nose, and then closed her eyes. "I'm sorry kitty, but i'm so...tired." She fell asleep instantly.

4 days later:

Her clothes had been changed. Her hair washed. What the hell was the first thing she thought when she woke up again. She looked around. She was in a new room. Black curtains all around with a grand piano in one window of the room. She sat up in her bed. The blankets were crimson. They were the exact shade of her eyes. It was night time and the stars were out she noticed as she looked through the crack in the curtains from her bed. She got up, and wobbled a bit. Her feet and ankles were extremely weak from not having walked in weeks. She made her way over to the piano, and sat down at the bench. Her fingers placed themselves at the keys and began to play out of habit. The tune floated in the air. It was her favorite song of all Classical time. The " Appassionatta".

Her mind was racing. Notes formed sending the information straight to her fingers. She played for her life. She played for her Coven, and the Elders. She played for Lance, and their love for each other. She wanted him to hold her tightly in her arms, the way he did in her dreams. With each note more of her memory was regained. She remembered the passionate night of sex and love. He had literally given himself to her, and she to him. Their love was unbreakable. The song carried on through out the house. It was painful and sad. Her every emotion was put into the song.  

[Lancent]

He could feel her there with him, but wasn't sure if it was real. She couldn'd be dead with him, for he had sacraficed himself for her. Yet, he could smell her as if she were hugged around him. He could hear poeple takling, but couldn't make out a single word, he hadn't recognized any of the voices. He tried to move but the effort was pointless, his body wouldn't respond. It was then that the image of her had come to his mind, the defeat in her eyes, her crimson tears, she had given up on him, she had surrendered her love for him, so that she may die. It was all he thought about in the darkness of his purgatory, the last futile affection he had given her. He had told her, and that at the time was all that mattered. Before he killed himself, he had told her the obvious, what she needed to hear, I love you...



- Four Days Later -



Cocoa sat his watch, asleep in the chair. He could hear a piano playing, a song he'd never heard before. He could also hear scratches. Cocoa opened one eye, focusing it to Lance which his hands were moving now. It was like Lance was playing in his sleep. He say Lances eyes slowy flutter open, saw him try to sit up, but he couldn't. Cocoa hadn't said anything, just sat quietly in the chair next to his bed, watching him with an eye open. Lance tried to turn and moved out bed, but spending a long period of thime in a very stiff position hadn't treated his body well, he fell out of bed, landing hard on his a**. He gave a groan, his wings and tail were no stiffer than his body, they fell aound him like black and white strands of hair, his tail hitting the floor with a thump. Cocoa could see Lance having a hard time trying to stand, it took him almost four minutes to muster the strength to hual himself up, pulling chords and I.v.'s out his arms and chest. Cocoa knew Lance had no idea he was also in the room. When the machines had flat lined, Cocoa, splitting his tail into multiples, used them like tentacles to exctract the chords and attach them to himself, keeping the data feeds running. Cocoa knew where Lance was heading when he staggered to the door, he may not know it himself, but he'll get there all the same. He had noticed that his assumtion to Raven had been true after all, seeing Lance in total darkness, but still could make out his eyes, no longer a transparent grey, but crimson... like hers.

The light hit Lance like a recking ball, cuasing him to once again, fall on his a**. His stood, struggling, he remaind stationary to give his eyes a chance to adjust. His feet began to move now now, down a hall and though some anti-lock shielding doors, warmth consuming him now. Upon walking through the heavily armored door, he could hear the piano playing, not much louder than it was in his sleep, but much more clear. His eyes wouldn't ajust to te light of halls, so he kept them shut. He hadnt't realized he had been walking, having no idea as to where he was headed, no idea where he would step, but somehow his body knew exactly where to go, where to turn, how many paces forward, how high his hands should be to open a door, knew how many steps to take up the circluar staircase in a wide room. He could hear breathing, lots of breathing, like a room filled with vampires. He knew the scent, but even if worste came to worste, he was too weak to fight or defend, he was an easy mark to his enemies, but no one attacked, no one took the opertunity too end him as he should be. The halls were crowded with people and he could scence them all moving from his path, could hear them whispering, could hear every word said. But he hadn't focused on they're gossips, his attention was fixed to locating the instrument which hypnotized his body and mind. His body had eventualy gone down a derserted hall, followed by more empty passing rooms and more vacant halls. He had stopped in front of a large antique doubl-door. Reaching out, he turned the knob to one of them, opening the door and stepping in.

The room swam with emotion and harmony, the odor of detress and bitter scent of tears in the air danced with the voices of keys and the rythemic sounds of a piece he had never heard before. His tail came up slowly and eased the door closed, silently moved his way to the player as the piece had ended. He could hear silent sobbs from the player. Another piece had been started, one he knew, and as Mozart's Sonata K331 1st Movement began to play, another scent had hit him, choking his heart and lungs, the aroma of her stiffling his desire, feeding to his arousal. He moved as the piece began, sending his arms around her, trailing the lengths of her arms, his hands comming to rest over hers, his fingures mimiced hers as the A Major chords were played, she tensed, but had not resisted his touch. The scent, her scent, was driving him insane. He barried his face into her neck, licking her along her collar bone and tracing a path up her neck and to her ear. His dark hands move over her light skin, running traces over her, the piece began to break, and the moan she whispered into his ear made his knees buckle. This was exactly what he needed, to be with her, to be hers. She had left her herself to him last time he had had shown her his passion, and now she was here, breathing into his ear, the sounds of her lust tickled down his spine. She wasn't dead, and he had no desire to harm her in anyway, and he knew it had worked. Lance began pulling her clothing away, using his wings to cut through his own, he felt the warmth of her bare skin consume his own, she arched from him and he moved to close the gap between them. Her hands hit the keys to steady her self, the sound of an improper harmony carried the room. He lifted her, comming to position himself on the stool, bringing her down onto his bare lap, he hadn't slid into her, leaving his arousal to rest between her legs. There was one simple reason, he wanted her to invite him into her, to guide him to her lust. He had already shown his passion to her, he now wanted to see hers.  

[raven deshoulieres]

Raven had felt his presence awaken anew once she had played the Appassionatta. She knew that he was coming for her, and she wanted him. And then suddenly he was there, his hands resting upon hers mimicking her movements as she played the new song. And she then could no longer play. Her clothes came off, as did his, and they were swirled into a vortex of unyielding love and passion. His warm breath upon her neck and shoulders intoxicating her. Quickly she was brought to rest on his bare lap. His passion full to complete extent, and she wanted it right or wrong.

She placed her lips upon his and kissed him fully, and passionately. More than anything she wanted to feel him inside of her, and something else. She wanted to see his eyes. She wanted to know the passion inside them. She kissed his eyes lids and then his lips once more. Slowly, she placed herself upon his passion and slid it into her. The pleasure of it all, and somewhere in the room the Appassionatta began to play. Over and over her heat went. She couldn't contain herself, and didn't want this moment to end. Her lover was here, with her, inside of her. She had fully submitted herself to him in such a short time, but it was all for the love that she craved. They were one now.  

[Lancent]

He was losing his mind in her, turning her to face him. She locked herself around him, her arms and legs binding the two together, ever so vigoruos in her dance. She moaned her song loudly, lost in the pleasure of the moment, her hair was tossed about wildly. There was a crack in the stool, but they didn't seem to here it, the seat broke beneath them, they fell langing on Lance's wings, he shaped them like a cloud, resting her on the airy substance. It was warm to lay there, but it hot to him to lay with her. He panted between he releasing liquid heat as deep into her as he could. He collapst over her, cuasing them both to partally sink beneath the the black and white cloud.They were both panting now, giggling as they held one another. It was till something cuased Lance's mood to change, did the mood get ruined. He felt cold steal touching at the back of his neck. He swivled his head to stare up at Jareth and several others, member's of Raven's coven.  

[raven deshoulieres]

All at once Raven's mood changed. Jareth, and other members of her Coven were standing over them. A blade was on Lance's neck. Raven didn't care that she was naked. Jareth and these few brethren had seen her this way before. She stood up quickly. " What are you doing here Jareth? I have not commanded you to hunt him. Get out of here. You do not act upon your own free will when this is the game."

Jareth kept Lance and point. He laughed maniacally. " Oh Lady Raven. Your time as Coven Leader of the Symphony de Vampires has come to an end. The reign of Jareth is at hand! We are here to pull a mutiny, and kill whoever gets in our way." So he had come to kill her. Well that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. " Jareth," Raven said with force in her voice. " You can not kill your maker! It is written in the book 'None shall slay the body of thou's maker. Though ye eternally damned, death by fire awaiteth thee once the star of light rises in the eastern sky.'" She had quoted directly word for word. " Is that what you want Jareth, all of you? Do you want to die in the light of the sun? If so, then so be it." She looked around. Her words had effected everyone, but Jareth. He was no match for her. She had made him years ago. He was her son in even the mortal world. He was only a boy of twelve. She had turned him, so that he would never die. So that she wouldn't have to see him die. His eyes were just as crimson as her own. She would kill him if she must. A vampire's life is no life for a twelve year old mortal, nor a twelve year old trapped in a age old vampire's body.  

[Lancent]

Cocoa shut his eyes after Lance had left the room. His mood was greatly lifted upon Lance's awakening, though he had not attempted to bother with protruding Lance after such a long and anguished rest. However, was now found himself to be in a good mood, seeing Lance up and about.

Cocoa took a deep breath, putting himself back to sleep. As the darkness rose in his mind, images and memories swam into view. His mind wandered for another, till one particular memory remained focused and gradually became more vivid until it was as clear as if he were there. This particular scene was stationed in a a study, a large circular personal library, its walls lined with novels of interest and research of various magics and complex rituals. There were two desks in the room, both faced each other and both were positioned just short of the fire place, two large arm chairs separating the two desks, and were stationed directly in front of the fireplace. Lady Rokyo had come into the room, looking rather happy and self accomplished. She walked over to one of the desks, lazily sliding the surface contents around in an uninterested manner. He watched as Azarith, his former human form, walked into the room. He closed the door behind him locking it as he did so. He walked slowly to Lady Rokyo, the two of them whispering to each other, sweet nothings exchanged in their words. HE had grabbed her and Cocoa instantly remembered what it had done to him, the desire, the lust that conspired between them. Her shirt was pulled apart as they kissed, various other clothing being discarded during the foreplay. HE remember the rush he felt as swallowed his arousal, he couldn't help but to lace his fingers into her hair and forced himself deeper between her parched lips, she hadn't protested, but ran her tongue around him. He couldn't help but remember how warm his face had felt between her thighs, how wet she became when his tongue become lost within her. It was painful to recollect how passionate they were, watching himself take her by the hip and driving himself deep into he. She gazed at him with lust, looking back at him through the strands of her flaming red hair, her eyes deepened with affection. She had leaned forward taking hold of the desk's edge, given Azarith complete owner ship of her a**, forcing him to f*ck her all the more harder. She begged him harshly to abuse her a**s as her screams of pleasure grew. Her finger had come across a switch under the desk's surface. There was the sound of a click, and several bookcases and shelves began to shift themselves, revealing the lovers most grandest prize, they're most successful experiment in all they’re years together, the sight of him causing Azarith to release heat deep into Rokyo. He had pulled her to him, whispering his love for her as she did the same, both of them starring up at Lance with fascination. He was nailed to a gurney and positioned vertically on the far wall, his limbs chained to his side and his tail and wings bounded by complex magics or various sorts. His eyes were dead, its color lost a transparent grey from its former eerie green, his sanity and will taken from him by the psychos who stood naked before him.

Cocoa hated having this dream, hated having to Lance after the torture and mutilation he himself had caused him. Lance had no recollection of the torment he had undergone, Azarith and Lady Rokyo had done an excellent job of whipping his mind. Though what hurt Cocoa most about the dream he had re-witnessed a thousand times before, was another particular dream that followed. This memory had also taken place in the study. Cocoa, now in his feline form, never able to retake original form, rested on Lady Rokyo's lap in one of the large arm chairs. The room was dark, with the acceptation of the fireplace illuminating that half of the room. She groomed him as if he were just an ordinary house cat, the notion wounded him but he hadn't protested. Lady Rokyo had gazed down at him in guilt, and he could see it, her eyes were filled with regret for what she had done, but would not back away from her progress. "I love you," she had said to him. "Azarith, love... I love you, and I’m going to find a way to return your body to you..."She had still loved him, even after the betrayal she committed she still loved him. His mind wandered to a night about a month ago, after Lady Raven's rescue. He hadn't expected for Lady Rokyo to appear in Harres's mansion, but she was there. She had only gone to fore see Lance's recovery and what possible outcome would be revealed from the added serum to his blood. He had strolled into Lance's room, surprise hitting him to see her lips over Lance's. She had no discretion for him, even with her daughter in the room as well. She had broken the kiss, slowly, upon seeing Cocoa enter the room. Lance was unconscious from the serum's after math, but Cocoa knew if he'd been awake, he'd have enjoyed tasting her. However, she had shown no emotion toward Cocoa as she moved to leave the room, ordering him to keep his eye on him. Cocoa watched her as she left, she hadn't said anything other than a command to him, and it hurt him terribly.

The door swung opened and both Boman, followed by Donna entered the room, switching the lights on.

"What’s his stat, Cocoa?" Boman asked, scrambling to the monitors. "The alarm sounded and everything flat lined and... Where is he?"

Cocoa kept his eyes shut so as not to blind himself. "He went to Lady Raven." He responded in a monochromatic tone. "Is that such a problem?"

"Yes it is dammit!" Boman shouted furiously. "The entire estate is in an uproar! On the way here, I’ve been hearing arguments and fights about who will lead the new Symphony Covenant, not only that but now i hear most of Harres's estate is now in on the debate as well. Her covenant has broken and her brethren are no longer bounded to her." Cocoa's eyes shot open at this, Boman had his full attention now. "They are looking for them both, and we are running out of time. Everyone here knows that Lance is still too week to fight or defend himself, and Raven isn't even aware about her new found power. We need to get them both before they are killed!"

"What the hell is going on?!" Donna asked, she was lost from the very beginning.

Cocoa leaped from the chair and quickly pranced to them. "Boman will explain it to you after the both of you get the car ready."

"What!?" Boman said in an hysterical manor. "You take her and I’ll get those two!"

"She's your girl you do it!"

"Fine, where will we rendezvous?" Boman asked as the three of them ran out the room and down the hall, Boman and Cocoa slowing so that Donna may keep up. They had stopped before the access door. Donna Punched in some numbers and the door opened.

"I don't know, probably through the field."

"We'll keep an eye out for you." Boman took his girlfriend into his arm and bolted down the hall.

Cocoa has burst into motion, heading to the opposite end.








Who the ******** is this jerk?" Lance wandered, craning his head to look at him. Lance was wearing one of his wings like a bath robe and during Raven's threat, he had slipped his other around her, also taking the shape and form a bath robe. The audacity of these people gazing at her nudity, he wanted to kill them. Her body belonged to him now, and his to her. He'd be damned if anyone else will take pleasure in the sight of her. He was starring up at the boy who held him at point. Lance knew his name was Jareth, but how had he known that? "What the hell do you want? Get out you assholes we're busy!"

Jareth ignored him. “You don't feel it, do you?" He had directed this question to Raven, who looked a tad bit confused. "The bond that bounded us to you? Can you feel... that it's no longer there?"  

[raven deshoulieres]

Raven laid her hand on Lance's shoulder. It was a signal to remain calm. Raven knew that all hell was about to break loose. Jareth, her once sweet and innocent little boy, was threatening to overthrow her pedestal of power. She couldn't let that happen. She thought about what he'd said. About how the connection, was no longer there. Her love with Lance had faded that connection out. She was no longer the vampire she once was. (kicked off at this point)  

[Lancent]

Jareth made a snicker when the realization of losing her covenant slapped Raven across her face. And Jareth, being the the next body to have the purest of the conven’s blood, would reign in her place. She was now an outcast, and Lance knew it. With her no longer a mistress and now having no place amoung the elders, and now, everyone knowing full well she is loving a slayer of her kind, she was now no more a blood traitor than he is. Damn! Lance thought to himself, anger at himself building. She lost everything she worked so hard to accomplish, and I just had to come around and screw it all up.

Jareth’s smirk grew into a wide smile. “Ah, you do sense it, don’t you?” He said, his eyes focused to her. Some of his buddies smiled. “This is where your reign ends! You, and your blood traitor friend!” He pulled back the sword and Lance saw in slow motion as he drove the weapon toward him. Jareth stopped mid-stride.

There was a noise, lets of noises, the sounds of breaking class echoed throughout the mansion followed by creaming and gunfire. Everyone in the room was stunned. “What the hell is going on?” On of Jareth’s buddies had asked. They all could hear the sound of harsh, shallow breathing. Lance had thought at first, of a lyken, but Lykens didn’t breathe like this. There was scrathing at the door as whoever or whatever tried to pry its way in. On of Jareth’s posy, a beautiful blond woman, approached the door cautiously as the scratching and beating be came more violent, the sounds of screaming and gun fire echoed around them. The blond woman approached the door, upholstered her gun and fired five rounds through the door. There was the death wail of a wounded creature followed by the sound of it’s carcass hitting the floor.

“What is it?” Jareth demanded, now holding the blade at the ready, still facing the two traitors. Lance was standing before Raven now, shielding her from any possible attack from either Jareth or anything else. The woman hadn’t opend the door, she merely bent to peer through the bullet hole. She gasped but couldn’t move away in time. The doors crashed open, hitting striking the woman across her head, blood speewing across the floor as people, no, gules began to fill thew room, attacking everything that breathed.

Lance paniced, not knowing what to do. He whirled around, grabbing Raven by her hip and hualing the both of them out of a window. They landed hard on the fourth floor roof. They were both scared, and didn’t know what to do from here. The grounds were littered with these zombified people. They were scaling the walls, climbing in and out of windows, eating the fallen residents. Lance slid sideways, Raven catching him before fell off the side of the roof. Gules were now screaming and roaring at him, scaling the building to get to them. He was too weak to take them, he wasn’t sure what to do when Raven took him by the hand ran, jumping through a skylight. They laned in a junction hall, and the creatures all erupted with delight, dropping th men and women they feasted upon to eat the more lively flesh. She could have lead them anywhere but here, he thought, bracing himself for retaliation. Dark strands no thinner than razors had bombarded the two-story hall from all directions, slicing down every creature but Raven and Lance, and a little redhead girl who cried in a corner, blood gushing from various parts of her body. James was running toward them.

“Why the hell are you just standing there?!” He barked, blood dripping from his hands. “Get the f*ck out a’ here! Where’s Cocoa?!”

“We haven’t seen him, “Lance answered. He bent down to be at eye-level with the child, he was whispering to her that she would be okay, that he was there to help. Raven was over his shoulder, re-enforcing Lance’s words with whispers of her own.

The girl was gushing blood from both of her arms and legs, the zombies were eating her alive. Lance couldn’t describe the pain and anguish he as he gazed into the child’s beautiful drowning blue eyes. The pain he felt, before killing Raven, could in no possible way be compared to the sight before him. She was taking very short and shallow deep breaths, no longer able to cry for the creaming she had been doing tore her throat from the inside. Blood spilled from her mouth as well as from her limbs, large amounts of flesh had been eaten away. Her torso and her inner thighs had been had been torn apart, like fingers that have been rammed into her body and pulled away at her flesh. In all the years in which Lance had been slaying vampires and lykens alike, he had never seen anyone, let alone a small child, be mutilated to this degree. But somehow, she was alive but fading fast. She looked to be about five or six years old, and, according to her sent, Lance could tell, that this little girl was human. He moved to pick the girl off the floor, looking down between several other bodies, to see a woman with the same flaming red hair, the same skin, the same blue eye. Lance became almost sickened to witness that half her head had been eaten, her eye, lost and deprived of life, starring up at him with hopeless plea of mercy and love. She died, shielding her daughter from the monsters. Lance’s knee had accidentally nudged her and her blue eye had fallen into what was left of her skull, sliding down what was once a complex organ or neurons and transceivers. He had to look away as he took the child into his arms. The little girl’s breathing instantly became heavier and much more frantic, the movements of her limbs numb and lifeless, shot pain into every fiber of her body. She tried to cream her agony, but her blood replaced her voice, spewing down Lance’s front and should, her blood soaking the side of his head and neck.

Gules were rushing toward them from all directions, they crawled through windows and leaped from the skylight, they raced down nearly every corridor of the building. “Dammit! GO!!!” James screamed throwing his arms about, as he did, they morphed into the razor strands which aided the two lovers before. He slashed at the goons falling from the skylight and turned to charge to take on those at one of the corridors nearest him, his battle cry reverberating through the hall.

Lance sailed down a deserted hall with Raven at toe. Mid way down the hall, two gules had appeared and charged them at first sight, their flesh loose against they’re bones and blood protruded from every deteriorated pore of their bodies. Lance saw Raven move from the corner of his eyes, but hadn’t realized that the two zombied persons had been torn apart until he had realize that Raven stood between they’re fallen bodies. It had happened so fast, and she apparently didn’t know what the hell she had done, starring at her hands as the dead blood, nearly black and brown in color, dripped from her hands.

“There you two are!” Cocoa ran toward them, stopping just short of Raven. He was in his human form, Lance seeing him from a distance, thought he was Chester, but had noticed the black hair and yellow eyes, the skin an eerie grey. “Lady Raven, Lance,” He stopped when he saw the little girl in his arms, though he hadn’t said anything about her, they really didn’t have the time. Raven opened her mouth to speak, probably to ask what had she done when Cocoa cut her off. “We need to go now, follow me.”

They ran after him, Lance falling slightly behind in an attempt to ease the pain he was causing the small child, she left a trail of blood behind them. Cocoa had struck down countless persons that have charged. They had reached another hall, this one four stories, and was surrounded by local law enforcement as well as FBI and CIA squads. They were on all levels, fire automatic weapons into the gules that threaten them with their presence. Several FBI Agents fired into there direction, killing several goons entering through the hall which Lance and his party had just exited. An agent beckoned them forward, granting the civilians safe passage out of the building. They were followed by other surviving people, members of Harres’s Covenant as well as former brethren from Raven’s now dead Covenant, now lead by Jareth. Jareth had ran passed them with the blond woman in his arms. He eyed both Lance and Raven with fury, running to exit the building. “This way! This way!” The agent shouted as more and more civilians ran past them to exit the chaos. If it were known that every single person who exited the building were not of human descent, they would have all been shot to death. They joined the crowd of exiting people, but only as cover to work their way to a corridor on their right. They all sped down the corridor as Agents began shouting about that not being a designated exit.

The corridor was lined with more squads, firing automatic weapons through the windows at apposing goons who raided the estate grounds. Several of them turned their attention to them and shouted that they halt they’re progress. “This is not a designated path or exit-”

Cocoa punched a hole in the wall wide enough to grant vehicles passage. The agents trained their weapons to them, shouting that they don’t move. At that moment, a white van appeared, hitting several gules as it halted twenty to forty yards away from them. Gules instantly began to attack the vehicle as most others ran toward them. The leading squad member noticed the child in Lance’s arms and through up his hand. “Let them leave, we’ll cover you.”

Cocoa, followed by Raven then Lance, sped across the grounds toward the van with speeds not recognizable to the human officers. Cocoa slashed away at the apposing goons and, stopping at the side of the van, slid a side door open, allowing Lance to enter first with the dieing child, and entered after Raven. The vehicle sped off, hitting several more, Boman, maneuvering the van to dodge on coming gules. How was a person of his size is able to sit comfortably in the driver’s seat was a complete mystery. Donna sat next to him in the passenger’s seat, hard pressed into the door and window, not because of Boman’s size, but because she was trying to distance herself as far from him as possible. Lance could see Boman’s reflection in the wind shield, his teeth bared and his eyes changed and dilated. He appeared to by half morphed into a lyken. Donna hadn’t known she had been dating an abomination, especially one that was not human like her. She sat in an upward fetal position with her eyes shut, not wanting to see the zombies of all genders attack the moving vehicle and not wanting to look at Boman, who tried desperately to calm himself so that he may appear to be his human self.

Lance was gazing down at the girl, who was coughing now. She was on her last and Lance would be damned if he’d let her die. He knew how to save this girl, knew that the chosen method was the only way. He had done it sometime ago, paying a great deal of his powers as well as a portion of his sanity to save the life of the woman he loved. She was next to him, looking into his eyes with curiosity as he she held onto his arms. They could hear a helicopter approaching, firing a very large machine gun. In they’re direction. Choppers sporting insignias of the National Guard had arrived over Harres’s estate, firing onto the grounds at the hordes of deranged carcasses. One of the choppers had spotted the white van trying to escape the grounds and have aided the vehicle, flying low just feet over tree tops, keeping a specific distance from the van to accurately fire at any tangos that come too close to it or its up coming path. It was difficult for Boman to maneuver through the golf course, but he managed well. As he did this, Lance had untwined several of his feathers from both Raven and himself, he needed a good sized feather, just small enough for the child to handle. He detached one, holding it to his side, Cocoa and Raven watching him intently. He needed for the child to be exposed to his ailment for such a ritual to work. He prepared to slice open his hand when Cocoa stopped him.

“Lance, you have lost enough of yourself to be trying this again so soon,” he said, grabbing on to Lance’s wrist and bringing up the feather. “Use me instead.”

“But-” Before Lance could protest, Cocoa had slashed at his wrist, making a very large vertical gash. He slid the white instrument across the wound, spreading his blood about it and then held his arm over several of the girl’s wounds to allow his blood to drip into her. Lance surrendered the feather to him and he drove it into the girl’s stomach. Blood and a muted screech escaped her mouth before falling silent, the turning black in color just as the girl’s skin had, absorbing the color from both she and Cocoa, who fell over sideways, and was unconscious. Both Raven and Lance watched as Cocoa’s body melted away from his human form, leaving the well known cat figure to lay on its own.

Raven took Cocoa’s limp body her arms and held him as Lance peeled away what was left of the small redhead’s clothing, unlaced the wing he used to clothe himself, not wanting Raven to spend the night cold in the back of a moving vehicle. He laced the feathers around the girl, and shared his right wing with Raven, the two of them naked beneath it. Raven scooted as close to him as possible more to keep him warm than herself, placing Cocoa in her lap as she positioned herself to lean against Lance, who was covered in blood. No one spoke for the following two and half hours till they had come to a small rest stop on an interstate. The vehicle was pulled into a Best Western Hotel, Boman being the only person to leave the vehicle to purchase several days and nights worth of stay. Boman knew something the rest of them didn’t. He wouldn’t share his information until they were all secure into a one room two bed suite. During the time Boman had done this, Donna had wanted to escape them, seeing that Lance may be wasn’t a creature from this world, sporting shape shifting wings and a serpent’s tail, and a man who had melted into a form of a sleeping cat, she had concluded that she was trapped in a vehicle with psychos and freaks of nature, she hadn’t dared to escape, even when Boman had returned to secourt them all to the paid room. She was too shocked and scared to stay with them, but mortified at the possibility of being eaten alive anywhere else. She’d take her chances with the freaks.

Lance hadn’t bothered himself about some of the residents and custodians viewing him as he paraded through the halls naked, he’d be pissed if anyone gazed upon Raven’s body but himself. She walked beside him with Cocoa in her arms, becoming pissed that people gazed at him. Boman opened the door to room B17, a room over looking the parking lot, the van covered in blood from they’re escape, but he’ll worry about that the following day. He stood aside to let them all in, Raven lay Cocoa on one of the pillows and Donna moved to the furthest position of the room, sitting on the bed in front of the closet. Lace lay the girl under the covers of the first bed, next to Cocoa. They had no change of clothing nor any other accessories of that matter. Boman had locked and chained the door, turning to see fear and fury in Donna’s eyes.

She stood, directing her attention at everyone. “WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON!”  

[raven deshoulieres]

Raven was still out of it. She felt as if she didn't know who she was anymore. She had lost her coven, now under the hands of her son. She was covered on blood. Dead blood by the looks of it. What was going on here? She looked around, but all she could see was a blurred vision of excitement. Next thing she knew she was back in her old home, in a meeting with her first coven group. She could even feel the Irish wind on her skin. Her son was there just to her left, her number two, and her first lover on her right, her number three. She had come to form her coven when lost vampires needed a home. About fifty of her kind lived in her house. Then one day, her lover attempted to over throw her, and he was cast out into the sun at dawn. She lost about another five brethren that way. Her son comforted her. He told her of the coven elders he had heard of while in Paris. She wrote to these Elders in hopes that they would realize that the thirteenth Elder was there in Ireland. Finally, on St. Patrick's Day of the next year she received a letter back, telling her to come home. There was a spot waiting for her at the Coven table. And so she made her way there. Her coven followed her willingly. The Symphony de Vampires was home at last. She took her place as the final Elder in the Coven.

She heard yelling. She shook her head and snapped out of her reverie. The female, Donna was her name, was yelling at the three of them. Though it looked to be more directed at Bowman. Raven stepped up towards her. " I don't know just as much as you do. I'm so lost right now. I don't even know who I am anymore." Raven sat on one of the beds in the room. The looked up and looked at Cocoa's limp body. She petted him gently feeling his body move up and down with his shallow breathing. Things were all a nightmare. What was going on here? Why did she feel so different? She didn't even have the want to feed anymore, though she knew that she needed to. She wanted a nice rare steak that that point. She looked over at the standing form of Lance. What was going through his mind right then? Was he worried, scared? Did he wonder what was going to happen to them like she did? She tried to block out Donna's yelling, but it was too much. Her eyes closed as she fell asleep and dreamed.

She reamed of a past time. After one hundred years of being in the coven, the eldest vampire, Bradanio, came to her after a regular meeting. " Raven," he said, " You are the next eldest vampire, and the one to take my place when I go into the fire. You lead your coven with a firm hand, and strong wit. I know that you will do the same for this one." He had patted her back, and led her to his home where they had made love that night. That was the problem with her being the only female Elder. She always had felt used afterwards. She knew that sleeping with the eldest was the reason she was frowned upon in the coven by most other vampire elders. She always tried to speak her mind at meetings, but she never was able to get across to any of them but the eldest ones. That's when Lance came in. He was a random point in her life that she'd never forget. The only time she had felt true desire and lust. Her morality was useless when they met. She had wanted him more then anyone she had ever been with, mortal or eternal. She fell in love with him. She knew that he was her blood mate.  

[Lancent]

Lance watched as Donna became more and frantic in the corner where she stood. Fear was all over her expression as her gaze darted about everyone else’s. She had focused and directed her question at Boman, who terrified her the most in the room. Raven had answered Donna with a response that only repeated Donna’s question with less fear and confusion. Lance watched as she lay on the bed, her legs hanging off the end of it, the string leading from the back of her coat to the back Lance, it looked quite faint to him. She had instantly fallen asleep. Lance didn’t want her sleep now, there was so much that needed to be explained and he didn’t want to have to repeat anything to her. He hadn’t protested or tried to wake her though, but instead, moved to sit next to her.

Boman had a hand over his face, a gesture of uncertainty and reluctance to comply. “Why did I have to be stuck to answer questions?” he muttered to himself.

Lance, since coming out of his sleep, hadn’t realized how much had happened between last night and this night. Everything was happening so fast now, he didn’t know how to make it all out. This realization hit him when he had realized that Boman, who had just tried to kill him a day or two ago, was standing in a low-cost hotel room with him looking paranoid. “Boman,” he began, looking down at Raven. She looked so sound to him, he wanted to touch her, but didn’t want to interrupt her sleep. “What happened? Why are we here? And what were those things that attacked that place we were just at? And why did you save us?” Lance remembered seeing Harres and some of his coven brethren, and Boman had helped to kill Jansen. Now he stood before him as an ally.

Boman looked to Lance, then to Donna who had just returned her gaze to him. He sighed. “Why me?” He muttered again. “Cocoa was always better at these sort of things.”

“You speak of Cocoa like he is a friend.”

“That’s because he is a friend,” Boman said, he could see Lance getting worked up and decided to sit where he stood with his arms and legs crossed. He thought for a moment. “Do you remember what you did to her?”

Lance looked at Raven again. She was lying in the exact same position which she had when he ran her trough. She didn’t have that defeated and helpless appearance she had before. She looked so homely and inviting to him. “Yeah, that was just a few minutes ago, right? How can I not remember-”

“No, that was a little more than a month ago.” Boman said, watching Donna as she moved to sit on the next bed, but continued to distance herself from them all.

“What?”

“Yes, a month ago. I don’t fully understand what it is you did to her, but what ever it was, it put you both into a coma for a little over a month.”

“How? How could I have been in a coma for a month? I just fought you like two days ago?” It was hard for Lance to believe Boman, he didn’t actually trust him and automatically assumed that he may be deceiving him. “Now you’re saying I’ve been out of it for this long? And that building, where were we?”

“Harres’s estate,” Boman answered. “The night you rescued Lady Raven, you passed out from having that serum seep into your hand and it spread through your body. You passed when Harres showed up and he had you and Lady Raven taken and treated at his mansion in the hills two hours from the suburbs and the city. When you first passed out though, it was because of the serum, which put you out for a night. When you attacked Lady Raven-“

“I didn’t attack her…”

“My apologies, when you… changed her, you ended up putting the both of you into a coma for a little over a month. What exactly transpired between the two of you then is a complete mystery to me. That information you will have to retrieve from her.” Boman nudged his head in Donna’s direction who instantly tensed at the mention of her person.

“So you’re telling me that I, me and my mistress-” Lance had paused for a moment, catching what he himself had just said. He was so used to addressing Lady Rokyo as his mistress that he had given Raven that increment. He continued, watching his words carefully. “Raven and I were in a coma for a month, in the Harres mansion or estate, what ever you wanna call it. So now, my question is what the hell were those things that attacked that party?”

“That wasn’t a party, that was Harres’s covenant Bluegrass Unity Coven. Although, staff of the household were all human, including Donna here.”

Donna’s fear was confirmed, she was surrounded by man-eating freaks, beast from what she had seen from Boman. Donna already had the notion in her mind of not living long enough to see the sun rise, so she decided to pry for information. “So then if the staff is all human, then what does that make you then?” She stood, backed into the corner with tears in her eyes.

“I… am a Lyken,” Boman said. Donna’s expression had gone from fear to straight confusion.

“A lyken,” she repeated in total disbelieve. “As in a werewolf?” the possibility of such horror stories told to kids and displayed in movies actually existing was absurd. But then again, in the van escaping the estate, the form which Boman had displayed… She slid down the wall landing hard on her a**. To think she had fell in love with a beast of fiction, slept with him too, and not having been able to take a pregnancy test, she was made completely unsure if she bore an abomination within her. She began to cry. “How long?” Donna asked between sobs. She tried to squeeze herself into every existing space in the corner. “How long have you been like this?”’

Boman didn’t want to do this to her, but lying wasn’t going to help the situation. He had decided to tell her the truth. “Eighty years.” Donna was mortified. Boman hadn’t bothered to tell her this and they had been intimate. Donna would have never looked at the man, or beast, if she had known this. “Donna... ******** you!” She was screaming now with tears streaming down her face. “******** you! And stay the ******** away from me you monster!”

Lance could see the hurt in Boman’s expression, knew her words stabbed at him like sabors. There wasn’t enough room in this particular suite. Boman stood and Donna instantly tried to retreat into the wall. He had walked to the door, stopped before existing as to announce his intentions. “I’m getting a bigger room. Lance, don’t let her escape.”

Boman stepped out and Lance looked over to Donna. He could only see portions of her body from where he sat since she lay in her spot sobbing. She looked up at him then, saw his crimson eyes studying her. “And what the hell are you?” she asked with no respect in her voice, the harshness in her tone making her voice sound crackled.

Lance looked to Raven, who had turned in her sleep, facing the opposite direction from him. He ran a hand softly down her face, feeling how warm she was. He knew something had happened between himself and Raven, because of the simple fact that she was indeed warm. If what Boman had told him was true, then Lance himself was always cold, but now, he could feel heat emanating from her. He opened his wing of tranquility which he kept in the form of a bathrobe around her to shield her exotic body from everyone but himself. As the feathers parted, she had turned to lay flat on her back. He traced a path from her nose to her lips, down her neck, across her chest, his fingers gliding lightly between her breasts and continued down her stomach. He lead his fingers all the way to the part of her body where he had been most intimate with her, his had slipped between her thighs, his fingers easing over her soft gender, a soft and most inviting moan escaped her breath. She was warm everywhere and Lance was pretty sure he was the same. She had shifted under his touch, tightening her legs around the warmth of his hand. “I’m not sure anymore,” he answered. He was distracting himself, easing the stress from Boman’s information and the nights more tragic events. He shouldn’t distract himself though, knowing that there may come a possibility where he may need to defend the two of them, even in his current weakened state. He wanted to take her again for a second time, but knew he couldn’t. He slowly removed his hand from his teasing. He was leaning over to kiss her when his eyes caught Donna’s, forgetting for an instant that she was in the room. He pulled away from Raven, lacing his wing around her. “Sorry.”

“You’re a ******** monster just like him!” Donna exclaimed.

“Not really, I was human, but I don’t remember anything about my past though.”

“Ooh, that makes me feel real comforted.” Donna’s attitude and sarcasm was starting to bother Lance.

“Ma’am, I understand that you are having a hard time trying to believe all this, with it happening so fast. Much of it I don’t necessarily understand myself, but please realize that you are part of the team now.”

“My a**!”

Boman had returned then. “Lets go, we have a bigger room on the fifth floor, also overlooking the parking lot,” he said as he went to pick up Cocoa.

Lance didn’t trust him still, his tail shooting up to block Boman from reaching Cocoa. Boman didn’t deny him the right or protest for that matter. He backed away, now looking at Donna. “May you accompany us?”

“Hell no!”

Lance wanted be cleaned, wanted to lay with Raven, but he didn’t need Donna holding them up. He turned to her. “If you don’t comply, we’ll be forced to kill you.”

Boman didn’t like the fact that Lance was threatening her, but he played along with his scheme to gain her cooperation. “Donna, you’re one of us now. One of the team, and the only way you leave the team is through death. We are all now trapped in a complex situation ********… Off!”

Lance was getting impatient. He extended his tail to the black docter, who instantly became hysterical, and bounded her hands together. “No one here has any intentions of hurting you.” He said as she began screaming. Boman walked over to her. She became ecstatic then, he raised a hand, bringing it down to the base of her neck. Donna’s entire body went limp. Lance was amazed that Raven hadn’t woken from her sleep. Boman took Donna into her arms and carried her to the door as Lance undid the wing around himself and used it to carry Cocoa and the small redhead child, the both of them completely black in color. He’d have to travel the halls naked again. As they left, some of the neighboring guests were standing outside their rooms in speculation of the screaming.

“What’s going on? Are you Kidnapping those people?” It probably did look odd to others outside their situation. Two dark skinned men carrying women and a little girl down the hall, probably was something that security should know about. Lance thought fast in his response.

“Partying at the Sheraton Hotel, last night of our stay. I told her not to go taking those damn drugs. She started hallucinating and passed out, luckily.” Lance spoke as they were passing the other guest.

“Then why are you naked?”

“Lost my clothes on the highway.”

They were settled into a much larger and more expensive suite. This suite came with the accommodations of two bedrooms, one sporting two beds (a kid’s room) and a master suite. There was a hot tub in the master bedroom, a dinning room, living room, and kitchen, a closet next to the bathroom, and a laundry room. Lance had carried Cocoa, Raven, and the child to the master suite as Boman laid Donna on one of the kid’s bed. Lance got the hot tub running, waiting for the water to fill and heat up a little. He had completely unlaced his wings from those he carried, taking Raven into his arms and setting her into the tub as Boman walked in. She was still sleep even as the water consumed her body. Lance joined her, easing his body under the bubbles as Raven moved to lay on him. Her a** was in his lap and her back pressed to his torso. Boman stood by the door, stepping to the side to sit with his legs crossed.

“I still have more questions,” Lance told him, breathing in Raven’s hair. He had placed his arms around her to keep her positioned on top of him.

“Okay,” Boman said after a pause.

“What were those things that attacked the mansion?”

Boman thought for a moment, searching his mind for the best possible output. “Those gules were once people of various status and race. A third of them were Human, the other two thirds were a mixture of vampires and lykens who were stuck in the phase. They’ve all been exposed to a larger source of the serum I had given you well over a month ago. From the looks of things, the serum is much more concentrated and has many more compounds added to it.”

“So what is it for? Isn’t it supposed to be some kinda chemical warfare material developed for the Fido Project?”

“Technically, the Fido Project is only a cover-up for the serum’s real intentions.” Lance eyed Boman questionably. Boman had explained about the different chemicals which had been developed over the past fifteen years under Lady Rokyo’s funding. He had told Lance of the incidents of Raccoon City and Silent Hill (Virginia) and how they related to tonight’s events. It had been the same information relayed by Cocoa to Lady Raven. Boman had stood once his explanation was complete and left to check on Donna in the kid’s room. Lance took that opportunity to glance over to Cocoa and the girl. He looked down to Raven then. She had her head back on is left shoulder, her face pressed against his neck, breathing him in. Her lips were parted slightly and he planted a deep, long, and desirable kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. She was so irresistible to him, he couldn’t get enough of her in a night. Raven arched her back, pressing herself to him as his hands rapped her peaceful body, sliding his fingers about her gender and nipples, seeking pleasure inside her. More groans of delight and sharp intakes of breaths escaped her, feeding into his ear. He was becoming aroused all over again. She had moved in her sleep again, this time lay with her face berried into the crook of his neck. Lance slid down a bit, just low enough so that his head could rest on the inner edges of the hot tub, and so Raven could lay comfortably on him. Most of their bodies were submerged beneath the warm water and the bubbles of the bath wash. He be began to grope her a** with both hands when Boman had returned from checking on Donna, making sure that she was still unconscious. Lance hadn’t halted his perversion on Raven when Boman entered, they’re kind had no personal discretion, plus the fact which her body was hidden beneath the bubbles. He brought her legs up to either side of him, the stiffness of his burning need to be inside her again was pressed on her pink innocence, coming up between her a**.

Boman repositioned himself in his previous sitting position. Lance kept his gaze on his lover before him, the sound of her labored breathing calming him from any panic that he may still be experiencing. “So what is it she’s after?” He asked, picking up from where the conversation had been paused. “What is it that she’s trying to gain?”

“Eternal life, more or less.” Boman watched Lance fanes Raven beneath the suds. He remembered doing the same to Donna, but that wasn’t going to happen now or possibly ever again. Lance’s notion hadn’t bothered him, though there was one major fact which Boman wanted to apologize for, but found it to be a particular subject that he didn’t want raised at the moment. He eyed Raven with regret and sheer embarrassment. He had enjoyed it to some degree. That memory just a month ago would have been something he’d have shared over a feeding frenzy with some friends, now that he had come to like Lance and Raven, despite the fact that the two of them had been in a coma and have had no direct confrontation with him. The memory sickened him to the pits of his stomach. He kicked the thought aside when Lance spoke again.

“So everything that has happened now, everything, is because one woman wants to live forever?” Lance was smiling as he spoke, but knew this was no laughing matter. The experiments which Lady Rokyo had conducted in various facilities around the world were affecting everyone. Lance knew that Lady Rokyo knew exactly what she was doing, and as usual, really didn’t give a damn about it. “Has she obtained what she wanted or is it still in development?”

“Well,” Boman started. “There is one final ingredient she needs to complete her formula. I wonder how fortunate I am to have gotten my hands on it first.”

Lance looked to him then. “Well? What is it? You have it now?”

“Yes, I have it now. I’m looking at it.”

Lance studied his expression, then out of sheer curiosity, looked to the mirror just to his left. What he saw stunned him. His eyes were not grey, they were crimson, like Raven’s. He tried to sit up to better study the image in the large mirror but found to be disturbing Raven’s rest. He settled back o his position and continued to stare at what little was reflected of him. Though, it wasn’t just the fact that his eyes had been changed in color, but it was the fact that he actually had a reflection. He could Raven as well, and that bothered him to some extent. Vampires don’t carry reflections of their being, yet he could see the two of them just as he could see Boman behind him. He turned back to Boman. “What the hell did that serum do to me? Was it the final ingredient?”

“Like I said to you before, information about what the chemical had done to you, you’ll have to ask Donna about it, but I highly doubt you’ll get answers anytime soon.” Boman answered, his eyes cutting to the child on the bed. He wanted to ask who the child was, but that question could wait till another day. “One thing is for certain though, any changes to your eyes or body, including Raven’s, is because of you. What ever ritual you preformed on her had made the two of you some what the same, but as I said, you gotta ask Donna for the details. As for you having a reflection, it is assumed between Cocoa, Donna, and I, that this particular change or gain was brought by the serum. It changed you somehow, made you a little… more.”

“What do you mean more?”

“Ask Donna for those details because I don’t understand them either.”

“And why are you telling me this?”

“Because we are on the same side now. We… are a team.”

Lance only looked at Boman with uncertainty. Why Boman considered them to be allies now was still a lost detail to him. “Why?”

“Several of the Coven Elders have been against the Fido Project from the very beginning. Although the research conducted was to create chemical and bio warfare to eliminate my kind, some of those who help to support and fund the project have speculated a deeper purpose. From there, investigations had been conducted by some members of the board, Harres having part in this as well, to dig for information among the various laboratories. Some of the World Elders of the vampire Coven had also had speculations and decided to let the smaller factions uncover information, hence Lady Rokyo’s discovered quest to create an Elixir of Eternal Life. Now, based on the previous information which I have told you, we have come to find out that all these ingredients has been passed to a single host, which she will use to create the Elixir.”

“A host, as in a person, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“So I take it that a name for this host hasn’t been discovered yet?”

“No, we have a name. This person used to be human, has no recollection of his past and is a walking freak of nature.” Boman was beaming at him.

Lance had actually stopped his fondling on Raven to digest his words. Anyone under experimentation would technically be human, a person with no past, and is a walking freak of nature. “You’re not talking about-”

“Yes… I am.”

“But how could that be? There’s no way Lady Rokyo would-“

The sound of struggles and Donna’s screams came to them. Boman was up and about before Lance had realized what he was hearing. Boman was just pulling the master bedroom’s door open when he had realized that Donna was being held with an arm secured behind her and her hair being grasped by hands Boman recognized. This beautiful woman, light skinned with her long blond hair tied into a thick ponytail, her blue eyes locking with Boman’s and her smile grew even wider. “Hey sweet heart? How you been?” Boman couldn’t believe this bullshit. His ex-girlfriend Bekka had Donna detained. “Excuse the intrusion, but I caught her dialing security.”

“The hell are you doing here?” Boman exclaimed with fury and shock in his voice.

“Why, I’m here to assist you,” she said, forcing Donna forward and letting her go once she was in the master suite. “By the way, you really should teach this b***h of yours how to keep secrets.” Bekka ran her tongue up Donna’s neck before letting her go. Donna, once free, had ran to the opposite side of the bed, closest to the window. She sank into the corner and began to cry, her fear of everyone over whelming her. Bekka smile widened. She looked over to Lance and instantly became pissed.

Lance remembered this woman, when he had first seen her, she stood guard to Jansen’s quarters in Grid Iron Manner. She was naked then with all her scars and battle wounds in full display. Now, however, with her being fully groomed and dressed, she was quite a sight to see, despite the clothing she sported that evening; camouflage plants and a black t-shirt displaying the words “I-EAT-MEN” in white. Lance, too, became pissed at the sight of her. She stepped toward him.

“Bekka,” Boman said with warning in his tone. “He is on our side.”

She mad a disapproving sound in responce, kneeling to be at eye level with him. “I remember you clearly, you wanted to fight me when we took that b***h of yours.” Boman already didn’t like where this was going. He could see Lance going into his kill mode. “And her… Ah yes, the slut!” She said this with a delightful tone, as if Raven were an enjoyable memory. “She was some real fun. I especially liked eating Boman’s c** out of her a**!”

“WHAT?!!!” Raven shifted under Lance’s exclamation but didn’t wake. This was the exact topic Boman did not one to discuss. “Lance glanced down at Raven and shot a cold stare to the lykens. “You did WHAT TO HER?!!!” His whisper was harsh and the danger and the promise of death could both heard and felt in his tone. He wanted to stand, but refused to disturb Raven’s sleep.

Bekka’s head was next to Lance’s now, peering down the suds to Raven’s lean figure. She smile as she gazed happily into the death filled eyes of Lance. “Oh yes, every single liken in that complex got a piece of her sweet a**.” As she said this, she wrapped her arms around Lance whispering into his ear. Lance couldn’t hear Boman shouting at her, but just starred into Bekka’s eyes with hatred. “And you know what? She tastes so good. I bet you’d know from us marinating her.” She put her arms around him, hugging him as if he were a significant other. Lance treid to move his arms, tried to force her away, but the effort was different than trying to move an office building. He was way too weak to fight her off. He had awaken from his slumber just hours ago, and judging from his puny state compared to what he had witness of Raven back at the mansion, he had concluded that it may take as much as a full week to fully recover to his former state. So against these two lykens, he was completely defenseless… and the three of them knew it. Bekka ran a hand though Raven’s hair as she spoke, pressing her face against Lance’s teasing him. Lance had noticed a certain scent in the air now, emanating from Bekka, it attacked his lust and drove his arousal insane. Lance could see, and feel, this effect in Raven as well. She moved under him, her breathing became shorter, anticipating him to enter her. Boman moved to grab Bekka, but she brought up a leg and kicked him hard in his leg, sending him backward and leaving him unable to stand for the moment. Before Boman had attempted to retireve Bekka, Lance shot a glace of plea to him, but saw in Boman’s expression that he too was having difficulty resisting Bekka’s seductive scents.

“Mmmm…” Bekka moaned, rubbing her face to Lance’s. He couldn’t do anything but hold on to Raven, she was the only thing keeping Lance from giving into his unwanted desire to be seduced by the lyken. Bekka grabbed his chin ever so lightly to turn his head and slid her tongue into his mouth. She was defeating his pride and structure without violence, and this ability of her’s put unthinkable fear into Lance’s heart. She could destroy his relationship with Raven if she wanted, but Lance had some unexplainable doubt about that thought. There was a reason for her doing this to him, but he couldn’t think of reason as to what and or why. He couldn’t think, for that matter, with him willingly licking Bekka’s tongue. Bekka broke their kiss for a moment to undress. It was during this time that Lance put his full concentration into his love for Raven, starring down upon her face, which was tilted up to him, waiting for his lips to meet her’s. He didn’t however, not wanting the taste of a lyken in her. Somehow, Lance found a tad bit of resistance to Bekka as he studied Raven. He kept his arms locked around her so she wouldn’t be disturbed by movement, knew she wouldn’t wake being safe in his arms. He only wished that were the true circumstance. During the gap in this sexual torture, he began to wonder why Raven hadn’t awaken during these personal intrusions. It was made highly possible that when she over exerted herself killing gules at the mansion, the action must have taken a toll on her recovery and may have existed her. I she were awak, she may be able to take out Bekka and defend him, however, for some odd reason, the idea that Bekka being more powerful, than Raven, maybe himself, and maybe even Boman, dawned on him, feeding to his fear of her. Bekka had gotten down to on her knees and wrapped her arms around Lance once again, looking over her should at Boman who was getting to his feat, pure anger in his expression. “Boman,” she said with authority ringing in her tone. “Come here and ******** you mistress hard.”

Lance could see Boman shaking from the reflection in the mirror, though not of excitement, but of anger. “Bekka, this isn’t the-“

Bekka turned and gave him a crushing look. “How have I told you to address me?”

Boman’s anger left him. He had never wanted for Lance to learn of such a weakness. Boman felt mortified that had no choice but to obey her, she owned him after all and there was no way to get out of such captivity. He looked to Lance who was just as trapped as he. Boman bowed his head in obedience. “As you wish you little slut.”

Bekka loved to be addressed in such an unclean and disrespectful manner. The reason being was always unclear to Boman. He grabbed her by the waist as she spoke. “If that little b***h of yours tries to escape,” she said as Donna tried to edge her way around the bed to escape the freak show, and possibly the country at that matter. “Then I want you to ******** her face till her ******** head falls off!” Donna had caught the threat and retreated back into the corner. There was no way she had wanted to sit in during their orgies. She wanted no part of this.

Boman obeyed Bekka’s command and trusted himself into her. The cry of pleasure she gave was screamed into Lance’s ear as she rubbed her face against his. There was no way Raven could sleep through this. Bekka reach below the surface of the suds and water, planting a finger deep into Raven’s a**s, and planted long hard kisses on her mouth. Lance didn’t know what to do under Raven’s moans of delight. She though Lance was making love to her, and he wasn’t. This freedom Bekka had over him was crushing his pride as well as his very image. He gazed upon the beautiful blond exchanging tongues with his sleeping lover, who moaned under his neck. Tears were coming to his eyes now. He had imagined what anger and fury would stimulate his mind to see her mutilated, but to witness her rapped as he held her in place, as if he were offering, no… inviting his enemies to pleasure themselves.

The realization of it made him hate himself. He didn’t want to be with her now, he was betraying her simply because he was weak. He didn’t have an excuse, forgetting he was no where near recovering. And what if Raven realizes that she’s not the one crying with joy? he though as Bekka began kissing his neck. Boman was screwing her violently and she vented the pleasure in his ear. Lance wished at that moment, that Raven would awake from her undisturbed slumber and kill him for his betrayal. Bekka’s arousing scent was purring from her by the gallons now, both Boman and Lance were completely under her spell. Lance couldn’t help but to fornicate with Raven while she slept over him, he guided himself into her and tried with all will he had to seduce her as slowly and softly as possible. He was only successful at it some of the time.

An hour or so had past and Boman had released his final batch into Bekka just as Lance released his last into Raven. He had slumped over Bekka, breathing hard as she gasped for breath in Lance’s ear. She had her arms around him as if he’d been the one screwing her vigorously, nibbling on his ear. Lance was overly exhausted, he held Raven with one arm as her breathing became labored again, she hadn’t waken not once during the festivity, he kissed Bekka, still under the spell of her perfumed scent.

She had broken their kiss to address Boman. “Boman-” He was up and out the room before she could finish her sentence. She had humiliated him in front of the blood traitor he was supposed to be aiding, he felt he had left both his character and his pride in Bekka. She smiled when he ignored him, knowing that Boman loved having her from the back. She faced Lance again and landed another kiss on his lips. Lance was gone mentally, the natural scent of her attraction clouded his mind for the moment, but he’d be back to himself when he awakes the next morning. Well, at least until Raven killed him, assuming that she may be able to recollect the night’s more desirable events.

Lance broke the kiss. “I don’t love you,” he whispered softly to her, looking away. His guilt was so overwhelming at the moment as well, knew it would be with him for a very long time. Lance was shaking, badly, and the next morning and night it would only get worse. He continued his sincerity to Bekka. As he spoke, he had been running his hand though her hair. “I don’t love you Bekka, I don’t even like you. I enjoy tasting you though, and I will admit that. I had enjoyed the taunting you did to me. I liked having you molest me, and molesting her. It is because of that lust for you (he willingly gave her one last long and deep kiss), that I WILL KILL YOU…”

“No you won’t,” Bekka stated smiling, giving him a long lick from the base of his neck to the side of his face. “But your girlfriend here is more than willing to try if she so wishes in due time.” She moved, propping herself next to him. She guided his head into the full of her large and firm breast, moving herself as well as Lance so that his face slid around her tits. His arousal fed into Raven again, pumping more liquid heat into her. This was exactly what Bekka wanted to happen. She reach over Raven, pulling Lance out of the sleeping beauty and force three fingers inside her passion. Lance put a kiss to Raven’s gasp as to quiet her and to steady her shifting over him as Bekka fingered her slowly and softly. She came up, returning Lance’s face to her bosom as his mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking and licking with wanting, the scent of her spell no longer emanating from her, but lingered heavily still. Bekka had but her molesting fingers into her mouth, taking in the taste oh Raven and Lance in one shot. There is something different about these two beings, Bekka thought to herself. The taste, the sensation in her mouth, was transformed into waves of heat and pleasure throughout her body. They didn’t taste of anything she had ever sampled. His c** with hers was so memorizing, so plentiful in flavor, it caused her toes to curl and the rush of hormones and lust up her body, made her c** on herself, also spewing milk for Lance to drink. “Yes… that’s right! Learn my scent!” she begged. Bekka fell toward him, feeding him her tank of calcium, squeezing the breast he fed so vigorously on while she stifled her plea of release with her fingers, licking and sucking every once of the lover’s flavors from them. Milk escaped his mouth as he sucked harder while once again groping Raven’s butte. She had moved from him then, looking quite pleased with herself. “You two taste too much alike,” she said, still licking her fingers. “I can’t tell your scent from hers, or your taste. Looks like I’ll have to get you two alone and privately so I can learn to track you when needed. But~” she dragged getting to her feet and moving to the far and of the master bed. “There is one more person I need to learn if we’re all going to be such good friends.” She spoke with playful sarcasm, standing over Donna who had been pleasuring herself behind the bed. Apparently, she was seduced by Bekka’s spell as well. Bekka took a position on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide, smiling down at Donna, who had began to cry again. “Okay sweet heart,” Bekka began, speaking softly and calmly. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and I do prefer the hard way.” She gave Donna such a loving and lustful look. “Now, give me your face, it’s time you had an early breakfast.” Donna obeyed not wanting to experience the contents of the hard way. She got to her knees and pressed her face into her thighs, her tongue feasting within Boman’s remains. Bekka held her with fists full of hair, forcing her face deeper between her. “You… belong to me now, keep that in mind and I won’t be tempted to kill you.”

How come Raven never breast fed him? Lance though though, swallowing the last of Bekka’s milk. Lance had lost all his sense when he fed on her nipples. His head tilted downward toward Raven, his eyes closed. I bet she’d be much sweeter than this. Somehow, the mental mentioning of her name alone made him realize how deeply he had allowed himself to be consumed by Bekka’s spell. The recollection of his betrayal to her hit him like a wrecking ball. How would he explain his enjoyment to Raven? Would she forgive him? After all, he had been under a spell, but then he had enjoyed himself. He knew, somehow, he knew Raven knew of everything that had just happened. Maybe it would seem like a crazy nightmare or fantasy dream, making love to Lance in a pool with other strangers doing the same. A crazy sex pool dream. Either way, Lance probably would be questioned about this so called dream. Lance had decided then, out of his love for her, for Raven, he would lie, telling her he had the same or a similar dream, and it may be possible that they had sex in their sleep. Even though his decision was final, his hurt plunged into the darkness of regret and deceit, the pain of his very own notion striking tears into his eyes once more. Why did he feel so deeply for her, he wouldn’t understand. In all honesty to him, he really didn’t need a reason because he had concluded at the mansion on this very same night, he had made love to her so passionately over the baby grand piano. It was that mental observation that caused him to break, putting a hand over his eyes to hide himself from his surroundings. Raven had to have remembered him killing her, stabbing her with a part of his very own being. There was no possible way she could forget, no way she couldn’t remember and yet… Raven had accepted him… again… and she didn’t have nor needed a reason…





- Three Hours Later -





The sun shown brightly through the open curtains, beaming on the four who lay under the covers. Cocoa and the little girl were still consumed in darkness, the color of it still clear in her skin. Lance hadn’t slept not a minute since his false actions the previous night. The sun was beaming against his back, creating a burning sensation unaccompanied by death. He had ever intention of giving his life to the sun for his crimes against his love, but the sun refused to take him and it made him feel even more pain. Raven slept ever peacefully next to him, the two of them lying in a spooned position, his arm around her to hold her close. Lance needed her to keep him sane now, but the guilt and regret driving him away from her. He had remembered what Bekka had said before she had taken Donna into her lustful captivity. She was going to pleasure herself once again with each of them to learn their scent. Lance berried his face into the base of Raven’s neck, taking in a large amount of her hair and skin. He knew now what Bekka ment, he couldn’t distinguish Raven from himself, but there was a difference between the two and it would take long to learn that difference.

Boman had come into the room shortly after Bekka had taken Donna to the other bedroom. He had intentionally opened the curtains as wide as possible. Lance hadn’t mind, he was going to do the same. But now the sun danced on his back, raising questions that needed to be asked, questions that Boman said could only be answered by Donna. Lance carefully slipped out of bed, gliding his way to the kid’s bedroom as his tail dragged along the carpet. He opened the door to find everyone asleep except Boman, who, like Lance, had had his ego and pride crushed by a whore. Boman lay on his side, starring at the wall away from everyone else. He hadn’t slept either. Lance could feel his anger emanating from the beast. Lance looked to Donna, who slept with Bekka. The two shared a bed, lying in the same position which he and Raven had, dried tears visible on her face, the both of them still naked.

Lance hadn’t wanted to disturb they’re sleep, so he had closed the door and stepped into the kitchen. For the oddest of reasons, he had the strangest longing for water, instead of blood. He had found the refrigerator to be empty, so he fixed himself a glass of sink water and drank as he headed back to the master bedroom. The water, streaming down his throat produced a sensation foreign to him. Even as he gulped the natural liquid, he could still taste Bekka’s milk in his mouth. He nearly dropped the cup as the guild overwhelmed him. He had a trembling hand on the door knob, not wanting to confront his fear of Raven. He waited a moment, taking deep breaths to calm himself. This is my fault, he thought slowly. I might as well deal with it. I don’t have a choice. He silently hoped she would forgive him, she’d still be asleep, but as he walked into the room, he found her to be sitting, patting Cocoa’s limp body in attempts to brighten or ease her own mood, studying both he and the red head little girl. Lance caught her attention as he entered.