*Vampires Requim* [FILLED]

[raven deshoulieres]

When the orgy began, Raven's dream was interrupted by a past she hoped to be a nightmare. She remembered being chained up on all fours like a dog. Lykins all around her. One male, the leader of the pack, made his way over to her. He ripped off her clothes, and proceeded to lick her a** and finger her p***y.One by one each dog had its way with Raven. Each one would come back for more of her a**. She was mouth ********, a** ********, vaginal ********, and sometimes all three at once. She was feeling more degraded by the second. Part of her enjoyed it, but yet she was being raped, and who could enjoy that? She even felt the sensations as if they were really happening to her at that moment instead of in a dream. Once or twice a female Lykin had come by and groped her. She licked her c**t and made Raven orgasm against her own violation. There was a male Lykin she recognized but couldn't place the face. He came and slapped her face, and slid his c**k into her open mouth. He mouth ******** her till he came. He forced her to swallow every last drop of his semen. She gagged and threw up. This brought more beatings.

For an hour she was allowed to rest, but once the hour was up they came at her again. Back for more like a fat kid to cake. Again there was that female Lykin, and this time she was joined by the male that she just couldn't place. They tag teamed her alone for a while, then the others joined in. Their hard members sliding into her one after another. Fingers were in her a**, and tounges caressed her c**t and p***y. She never felt so numb in all her long long life. She was untied at that point, the leader of the lykins rolled her onto her back. He forced her legs apart and tasted her, learning all about her.He shoved his member hard into her p***y, and it make her scream in pain. A lykin came running in and announced that Lance was in the building. Raven's heart found new hope. The assault continued. The lykin let his load all over her body. They chained her up again this time up in the air only by her wrists. The semen had dried on her body making her sticky and dirty.

Lance had rescued her, and so her nightmare went white. She woke up then, still naked from last night. She looked around, but there was no one. She got up, and made her way to the other room where she found Coco. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and put him on her lap. She then petted his soft fur, and tried to make her mood better. She heard footsteps in the hallway. It was Lance. She looked at him. "Good morning my lover," She said with out a smile. Her mood was undoubtedly noticed, but she saw the look on Lance's face. " What's wrong Lance? Did something happen after I fell asleep? Did the Lykins come here and attack?" She was full of so many questions. She laid Coco back on the bed, and got up slow.y. She smelled the scent of another woman on him. But she also smelled something, or rather someone familiar. Two familiar scents. The female lykin had been there, and her scent was all over Lance. She looked over Lance's shoulder and saw him. The one lykin that stood out so well, but couldn't place. Bowman!  

[Lancent]

- Three Hours Earlier –





Boman had succumbed to her command. He had released deep within her as she fondled Raven and molested Lance. He was pulling her by the waist as to reach in the very bowls of Bekka as she moaned her delight. Boman felt humiliated to give into her spellbinding perfume so easily, and didn’t like to submit before another being of power. Once he had filled her, he stood and exited the room feeling low and pissed about it. She had come to him again just to ******** everything over again. The woman really had nothing else better to do. Boman took a seat in the family area. He had his pants in hand and proceeded to put them on. He had sat there thinking about what Bekka had made him do to her. He honestly enjoyed it, even though it made him seem to be weak before Lance.

Forty minutes had gone by, and he was still awake, watching as Bekka came from the room with Donna in hand, tears purring from her face. Her face was moist from pleasuring Bekka between her legs. Bekka was leading her by the hand, smiling at her like a little school girl with a crush. When the two entered the family room, Boman shut his eyes and labored his breathing to be heavy as to assume sleep. Lucky for him, she had passed whispering things to Donna like “I’ve got some things to show you,” and disappeared into the kid’s room. Boman sighed then, relieved about not having to ******** Donna too. Lance had come into the family room some fifteen minutes after Bekka and Donna. He was too weak to polymorph his wings into clothing so he walked about nude, discretion partially lost to those of his kind. He sat on the couch, still shaken for multiple reasons.

Boman could tell Lance didn’t know what to do now. Lance had just awaken from a coma, been attacked by gules, and now he had been rapped by a woman. To Boman, he looked quite distraught. Boman figured that with Lance and his occupation and status, he never had to worry before. He had been the kind of person who had no time to worry about anything other than himself. He fought and hunted Lykens and Vampires as well as other non-human entities which abused their place among the world. He didn’t have family or friends, only orders and he had always met them. Now however, Lance had a worry, and it was beating into him by the minute. Raven is apart of him now and Boman wasn’t sure if Lance really understood that. Many years before Lance had been enslaved into Lady Rokyo’s service, Boman and Azarith had shared many projects together. Lady Rokyo, being Azarith’s fiancé as well as his partner in the labs, she had always found it hard that Azarith would befriend a lyken. The three of them shared a project with various other persons of their similar status in the development of a ritual that could bound a person’s will and body to another. When Boman had been summoned to Lady Raven’s medical room, shortly after Lady Rokyo had gone, Boman had come to find that Lance knew of one of the rituals. He had performed the third method discovered by Boman and his team, a ritual which bounds the performer to a victim instead of the intended victim to performer. Somehow, Lance had done more than just bound himself to Lady Raven, making her his mistress out of love. Boman and his crew understood that the third ritual of “Eternal Binding” is one that requires a strong connection between the performer and the victim. Lady Raven and Lance have that connection, no doubt, but somehow, Lance was able to give her much more than just his will. Based on the analyses taken during his time in a coma, Boman understood that Lance intentions were to give Lady Raven his life and his powers, killing himself for her in the process. Back then, Boman had called the both of them fools for being so wishful and child like as he stood over them in the medical room. They had found each other by accident and assumed that noting in the world could prevent them from being together, they call themselves in love, but they don’t really know what word meant. Looking at the two of them now really didn’t change his opinion of them being fools, but they really were in love. Boman felt uneasy about being next to Lance right now, looking at the young boy shaking nervously. HE had no idea how much older Lady Raven was as compared to him. For all Boman knew, she could be even older then himself.

Lance had turned to him slowly now, a depressed look about him. “Did you?... Really?”

Boman knew exactly what Lance was asking him. “Yes,” he replied, not looking at him, but kept his gaze forward. He knew if the circumstances were different and Lance had his strength, Boman would probably be dead the moment he had uttered the word. But Lance didn’t burst on him, didn't scowl at him, in fact he wasn’t even looking at him.

Lance’s expression was lost in what could be called depression. Lance turned his head away from the liken as to not show his pain. “Did you enjoy her?” He didn’t want to know, but the words forced them selves out.

When Raven was captured, she was supposed to be for Jansen’s amusement as well as Lance’s bait. Bekka had been allowed by Jansen to have her way with the b***h first, since Jansen and Bekka had been steady during the time. Bekka had begun to release her spell as she molested Raven, tonguing her in various places. When she had her fun, Jansen came over and had his way with her a**, ******** her roughly till she bled. Boman, hadn’t wanted any part of it, but with Bekka’s spell strong in the air he had succumbed to unwanted desires and he shared his time with Raven. He, too, had his way with her a**, holding her head up with a fist full of her hair, holding her by her waist with his left hand as he pounded into her with intention of inflicting maximum pain. He released in her, forcing himself as deep in her a** possible. He moved from Raven and Bekka ate his c** from her a**s. The third Lyken leader present had taken his turn with her vaginally. Each one of them had spent a little over forty minutes with her in session before she was tossed to the hounds for play. There was no doubt in Boman’s mind that he had enjoyed abusing Lady Raven, who wouldn’t? Boman was pretty sure that Lance had been in more than once already, and he could digest that Lance couldn’t possibly have enough of her. Lady Raven was a luxury to c** in, and to be able to ******** her often, even once every other month could be considered the dream experience. He, in some ways, envied Lance of her. She had devoted her entire being to him and he the same. She wouldn’t divulge herself in the company of another, she was his. “Yes, I have,” he replied, looking at Lance now, who’s expression had only depended in its negativity.

Lance wanted to hold her now, guilt kicking his gut. It was his fault that she was taken, Raven is his responsibility, not Cocoa’s. How could he have done anything about that? Boman had attacked him the night of the covenant meeting, forcing Lance to dismiss Raven from his company. If anything, he realized now that instead on dismissing her, he could have had Cocoa to fight Boman while he led Raven away. They could have had hot sex in someone’s car or house instead of the two of them being tormented by untimely circumstances. But, the fact that she was here with him, bounded to him by body and soul, actually lifted his mood a little, but not nearly enough to override the guilt of sucking on Bekka’s nipples. He simply had no options of any reaction.

Boman watched him, thinking about the affects of the ritual and what all transpired between Lady Raven and Lance. Lady Raven had a blood representation of her being, not marked upon her person, but its liquid structure and prints were carried throughout her blood. All Leaders of the vampire descent were gifted with this natural ability which allowed them to inadvertently mark those they’ve enslaved as biological ownership. If this was true, then anyone who had formerly served under Lady Raven no longer carried traces of her bio-insignia, but instead, carried those of her son’s. However, there is one person who should have her signature upon his person. He grabbed Lance and pushed him down, holding him in place as he is searched Lance’s nude body. Lance law under his grip hoping upon all hope that he wasn’t going to be rapped, by a dude! Boman located the makings on the small of his neck, just where the spine and the neck connect and join at the back. He released him then. “It isn’t done yet,” he told him.

“What do you mean?” Lance asked, gazing at the lyken with worry. “What isn’t done yet?”

“The ritual,” Boman began to explain. “The purpose of that ritual is to surrender half of your being to another, but you haven’t completed it yet. You have one more part of your person that you have to surrender or Lady Raven could be subject to the aguish and pain of being incomplete, and I guarantee you her body, nor yours, can handle that adjustment.”

Lance was deep in though, wondering what else he could possibly offer to his love. He had given her his life and she had excepted it, he had given her half his being and she has accepted that as well. What could he have possibly missed? “So, then what is it I am supposed to give her? I have already given her my body and my soul, including a portion of my mind, so what else is there?”

Boman studied the dark skinned man beside him, looking about his nakedness. “One of your wings,” he answered.






- Emergency Covenant Meeting –






They were all joined in the large conference room of a major law firm in the middle of the business district. They were all anxious to discuss the night’s events, each of them wanting information from the next. Bradanio took his seat at the head of the conference table. His eyes searched the scoped the room, locating the chair which the woman he fell in love with was supposed to occupy. Bradanio hadn’t noticed that there was another vacant seat missing a few short persons to his left. Harres wasn’t present. Someone unintentionally jarred his attention.

“Like hell do you mean?!” One of the brethrens exclaimed as they all began to shoot they’re arguments.

“The fact that this project is-!”

“Settle down,” Bradanio ordered, not raising his voice so much. The fell silent for a moment until another elder, a long bearded golden haired man spoke.

“This is absord, we cannot keep to this project if we are to live!” Grandol shouted, leaning on the table to emphasize on his words. “We are being hunting like dogs by those we sought to work with-“

“I am informed that this Fido Project, as successful as it is turning out, is only a cover up for a more serious project!” The room was in an uproar with everyone shouting their opinions and debates, Bradanio remained silent.

“Only because we are assumed to be conducting inappropriate experimentations under Lady Rokyo’s supervision! And most of us don’t even know what it is she’s up to!”

“My sources tell me that at least a third of the persons sitting at this very table now know what exactly is going on.”

“Yeah, and I bet Harres is the leak of that information, hence why he isn’t here.”

“I have heard that his household had gone into an uproar earlier tonight before the experimentations of that vaccine Lady Rokyo developed had escaped and raided his estate.”

“Does anyone other than myself find it peculiar that the lab is nearly one hundred and seventy three miles from his estate, yet these creatures originated from a vicinity of his grounds?”

“What ever he Lady Rokyo might have been planning he probably planned to cross her as he does to everyone else!”

“That isn’t the case. I believe those goons were sent there to take out Raven!”

“And what need would that be for? I’m sure we’ve all gotten word that her covenant has been disbanded and hunted for treason!”

“And how do you know she has even committed treason? Wasn’t she not rapped and tortured by lykens?

“How can it not be?! Had Harres just guessed where that lyken would take her when Jansen escaped the yard?” And how had the blood traitor known of the location as well?”

“Both of them were in Lady Rokyo’s employment. What perfect way to bait the only female covenant elder we had, a slut, into running her orgasms with our enemies!”

Bradanio didn’t like where this was going, but he hadn’t raised a change in topic or an opinion. He remained silent and only hope he could endure the torment of this topic. He had indeed fallen in love with her, missing her hypnotic scent and the tenderness of her wet innocence. Raven was a fantasy that only a few could enjoy, however, he didn’t like the fact that she shared that fantasy with about half of the elders here. He knew that Lammeth was the only other who ******** the beautiful maiden as often as he had. Bradanio despised him for it, but the person he hated most was Lance. Lance, who had somehow gotten Raven to devote her entire self to him, forcing her to leave Bradanio. He was getting pissed as he sat thinking about it.

“What makes you think that the next head of the North-Western Regions would just throw away that plausible title? And for what?!”

“Raven was nothing more than a information leek! Harres sold information to who ever was the highest bidder and Raven, well, if you’d finger her good enough she tell anything you’d need to know!”

This got a death glare from Bradanio.

“What the hell makes you think you can make such an out burst and insult to Lady Raven?!”

“Half of you have ******** that skank more than once!”

“That has nothing to do with-“

“It has everything to do with it! There are two lost covenants in this region now, and with the goons everywhere about the outer regions of the city, we have no means of escaping the city.”

“He’s right! The blockade set up every ten to fifteen miles are escape routes to help smuggle the citizens of this city and relocate them. Anything between the blockade that moves whether it be human or not, will be neutralized as presumed to be a threat. Plus, the transaction of moving citizens is only carried during the day, where threats and other creatures as such can be spotted easily.”

“Plus, the death rate of our foreign covenant brethrens are increasing! No thanks to that other damned blood traitor Alucard, and his mistress, head of Hellsing Inc.”

“The Hellsing Corp has already taken out most of Lady Rokyo’s key players in her scheme. This includes the destruction of a research plant devoted to the development of false vampires, which happens to be successful, despite that all of her test subjects were eliminated.”

“Why in the hell would she want to develop fake vampires?”

“Lady Rokyo knows something that we don’t. That would be the only reason she would release those things about the city, to trap us here and eliminate us.”

“Ya know,” said Mika, his Caribbean-Jamaican accent heavy in his tongue. “It’s a real shame none of ya know the real depts of this.” The entire room went still, silence wrapping around Mika’s words. Everyone, including Bradanio, watched the dark skinned man as his dread-locks sued as he spoke.

“Explain,” Bradanio demanded in a low tone.

Mika smiled in amusement. “A bunch of fools you are, always trying the make yourselves more important than you are. These most recent events pertain only to Lady Raven and dat Lance figure. There’s something about those two dat Lady Rokyo wants and she will do anything to get it. She lets these creatures loose to keep dem trapped here for as long as possible, but she knows dey will get out eventually. She knows we will be hunting those two, and she will do everything in her power to make sure that we dun kill them.”

“That’s too damn bad! They are blood traitors and they will be set to the morning’s flame!” There were collective agreements around the table at this statement.

“But what’s so special about the two of them for Lady Rokyo to go through such extremes?”

Mika only smiled. “I cannot say because I don’ know,” He lied. Mika knew all the details. He continued on his information. “But dis was all about Lance at first.” Everyone watched him as if not to miss an action. Mika slouched against his chair, lacing his fingers together. “Lance has something dat Lady Rokyo needs for her plans, but she doesn’t need it right now. What ever dis… factor… is, Lance was able to pass it on or share it with Lady Raven and now Lady Rokyo needs dem both. Dis is a good thing. If we are to stop the plans of Lady Rokyo, we’d have to kill the two blood traitors, though dat is where da problem begins. Finding dem will be difficult, but dey will always be together.” Hearing that truth made Bradanio’s heart sink. “But once da two are found, killing dem will be da biggest problem.”

Bradanio did not appeal the idea of Raven being hunted and killed, nor to the realization that she will always remain with Lance. He thought quickly before he spoke. “Is there anyway that Lady Rokyo may need only one of them to execute her intentions?”

“She may need only one,” Mika answered. “But if it is so, den it should be Lance that be killed. With out the blood traitor, Lady Rokyo cannot follow her goal.”

Bradanio’s heart fluttered a bit, there was still a chance that he could steal back Raven. Though even if she were captured, she’d be executed for her treachery. He could find her, and the two of them could disappear to unknown Caribbean islands where the two of them could be together. He still had hope to be with her, even as he was deep into his wishful dreaming, he regretted ever letter her fall through his fingertips.







- Back in Suite -







Donna had never felt so violated in her life. She was lying over a pillow, the side of her head pressed to the sheets and her knees positioned to hold her rear up as a tongue way too big and long to be a human’s body part, forced its way in and out of her a**s. Donna was scared for her life, trying with all her will not explode on the creatures face. Bekka dabbed into her several time before bringing her to an up-right position. Donna heart cringed once again as she starred into the face of a creature that just moment s ago, carried beautiful blue eyes and blonde frizzled hair, now starring back at her with big yellow and blood-lusted eyes, a hairless snout and teeth too big and sharp to fit into the creature’s mouth. Bekka had been in mid transformation for the past couple minutes, wanting Donna to see what her captive really was. Donna watched in sheer horror as Bekka’s snout shrunk into a human nose and her female features and complexion returned to her. Donna began to cry, even as Bekka slid her tongue into hers, wanting Donna to taste her own a** in her mouth.

“You are such a good little black girl, aren’t you?” Bekka praised her as she bought Donna’s head up to face her. She starred into Donna’s dark eyes with interest. Donna wanted to pull away from her, to escape this torture, but with Bekka having an arm around her, escape was impossible. Though, she was in shock at the moment, her body unresponsive to her will, she was nothing more than a doll right now. Bekka planted another deep long kiss, a kiss only true lovers would share. Bekka spoke as she began to caress Donna’s breast. “You are such a good little girl, letting me do what ever I want to you. So since you have, I won’t kill you. In fact, I own you now. You… are my b***h, you belong to me and me only, but you will answer to our little party’s needs if they want you. You keep being such a good girl, and you’ll live a very long life. But… If you try to escape me, I will hunt you down. I know you’re scent now, and you can’t hide it. Try to escape me and I’ll eat you alive, slowly,” Bekka warned as she placed both hands on Donna’s legs. “I’ll start from your ankles, and I’ll slowly work my way up to your c**t.” As she describe this possible demise, she traced her finders slowly up Donna’s legs, inserting both first fingers and middle fingers of both hands into Donna’s v****a, digging deep, fingering her as she bit an ear, teasing her doll as she silently begged her wordless mercy. “That sounds so delicious, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Donna whispered. She was defeated, never going to be free, never going to be married with children, never to see people she knew and loved. Donna had been broken, both sexually and mentally. Bekka had brought her wet fingers to Donna’s mouth, and she sucked her own c**.

Bekka released her after another make-out session, letting Donna fall forward in exhaustion. Bekka stood and switched off the room lights, then moved to lay beside her, the two of them in a spooning position with Donna on the inside. The two of them lay in silence for a long moment.

“Hey, doll?” Bekka said, burying her face into the black hair.

“Yes, my love,” Donna said between silent sobs.

Something was coming over Bekka about this girl, something she had only felt towards Boman. For the strangest reason, she felt sickened at the dark woman’s silent cries and her fear of her. She put an arm and a leg around Donna as she spoke. “Don’t fear me… ever… Do you understand?”

“Yes, love…” Yeah, right… Donna thought with sarcasm. After what she had witnessed, she doubt if she’d ever get used to being the sex slave of a beast.







“My… Wings?” Lance wasn’t sure if he had heard him correctly. Lance knew just about every reason as to why his two wings were special, but to have one without the other was unheard of. There was no way he could part with one and not be affect by the other. He looked to Boman for clarification.

“Yes, one of your wings,” he replied, cutting an eye to Lance who starred at him with mild shock and worry.

“Boman, I don’t think you understand-“

“Yes… I do…” Boman replied slowly, peering at him from the corner of his eye. Boman knew exactly what would happen if Lance were to part with one of wings. Although, Boman and several others in their research team in the past, Azarith had proposed a theory that demons and other abstract being can be made host to a humanoid body. The only other person within the team that took interest to the project was Lady Rokyo. Though, the project and its procedures were a complete mystery to Boman, he often wondered how Azarith and Lady Rokyo were able to trap demons into a nineteen year old boy and counter acting the demons from taking possession over his mind. He had no idea what sorts of magic the white Wings of Tranquility were composed of, but he didn’t want to know what sorts of demons lay dormant within the black Wings of Agony. If Lance were to surrender his tranquil wings to Lady Raven, he will fall victim to its mental possession. Boman knew there are circumstances to the effectiveness these demons would have over him, but if two persons befalls the ritual of “Eternal Binding”, their being had to be equally shared, if not, then the two would fall victim to the most painful of death, like having napalm in the blood. “I know full well what will happen to you when you complete the ritual,” Boman continued. “Which makes the choice of wing you will surrender all the more obvious.”

Lance had expected for Boman to say that because the choice really was so obvious. He loved Raven with all his heart, had in fact given half of it to her. If one of them were to suffer, it wouldn’t be her. Lance had decided that a long time ago.






- Next Morning -






She had called him love, but there was no smile, no affectionate emotions in her expression. She knew something had happened during her slumber just an hour or so ago, she could probably smell Bekka’s milk on his breath. He looked at her, trying to form the right lie, one that would make since, but one that was not too perfect. He drank the last of the water and sat the glass on the dinning table before him. He moved to shut the kid’s room door as he noticed Raven starring at Boman’s back, her expression morphing from uncaring mellow to flat out shock and hatred. Lance wanted to ask of her mood change until he recalled her hanging from the Iron Yard Prison, where she had been abducted to. He remembered seeing her beaten and scared, bruises covering her body and drenched in sperm. His eyes cut back to the door, Boman’s confession replaying in his conscience. He moved to sit beside his other, watching her as she starred back at him with questionable anger. “Raven, many things have happened last night that I don’t want to accept.” He started, thinking to himself that his lie at least started out good. He continued. “After you had fallen asleep, Boman and I had talked about the current events, including those that took place last night at Harres’s estate.” Lance had filled Raven in on the details of the conversation held before Bekka had arrived. However, it was where her name was mentioned, that Lance had come to a lost of words, so he spoke carefully as the words came to him. “Raven… Last night, while you were sleeping, I… I had sex with you… and someone else…” Her eyes grew wide instantly when Lance blurted this out. Lance looked just as shocked as she, wondering how the hell did that come out of his mouth. An odd sensation was washing over him, forcing him to speak. “W-while I made love to you… We both caressed you and… um… she… she… sort a’ fed me her milk… And… I enjoyed her…” For every word he said, a reaction in Raven’s expression produced the feeling of deceit and betrayal in Lance’s heart, making him feel claustrophobic in the large open family room. His lie wasn’t spoken, these sensations he felt forced him to be truthful to her and he wasn’t sure if he hated it or not. He didn’t know if it were his love for her that forced such awful truths from him, or if it were some unexplained force that befell him at the moment.  

[raven deshoulieres]

Raven looked from Lance to Bowman, and back to Lance. This was all too much to take in at one moment in time. Lance had just confessed something that no significant other ever wanted to hear. Now, for the first time, she recognized one of the lykins who had raped and beat her. Not only was she terrified for her life, but she felt hurt and used by Lance. This wasn't happening was it? Raven shook her head. There was this part of her that was afraid, but yet another that was angry. There was something building up inside if her. A power she had used blindly onlyonce before. Tears ran down her face as she shoved Lance out of the way, and ran for the door. She ran through the the kitchen and then through the living room. The door was bolted shut when she got there so she began to fumble with the locks. She didn't realize it, but she was tearing each one off the wall and the door.  

[raven deshoulieres]

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[Lancent]

Lance fell backward of the sofa, the pain of impact ripped through his chest. He wasn’t able to breath as liquid heat rose in his throat, blood exploding from his mouth. He tried to focus his vision, but Raven’s strike hindered his ability to see. He stood and staggered his way to her just as she was about to peel the last remaining bolt from the door. He slid his arm around her, slowly, as if wanting to savor his need to touch her, holding her softly as he pulled himself on to her body. She was naked as well as he, and having to press himself against her was calming the both of them down a bit.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her ear, the pain of it all, as well as his newly obtain fractured ribs were eminent in his words. “I am so sorry. I couldn’t help myself, I don’t know why, but my body wouldn’t respond to me.” He ran out words to say, so he merely kissed the nape of her neck. His gender began to grow, sliding against hers. A sigh escaped her.

“It’s not his fault,” Boman said, causing Lance to jump out of surprise. In that short instance, he had forgotten that there were others in the room. Boman was standing in the doorway of the kid’s room, behind Lance. “You were affected too.”  

[Raven Rae Knight]

Raven became instantly calm in Lance's arms. Feeling his skin against her own soothed her in a way that nothing else could. She came to her senses seeing that she had all but ripped the locks off the door. Her hands, as she lowered her hands to look at them, were covered in blood. Was it hers? Was it Lance's? She felt blood on him, and immediately knew it was his that was on her hands. What had become of her. That didn't matter now, as she felt his arms around her comfortingly. His member was hard against her bare a**, and it made the heat of her swell. She turned around and began to cry into Lance's chest.

Her red tears fell from her eyes and mixing with the blood on his body. She didn't understand what was happening to her. She looked over to Bowman. " How the bloody HELL am I supposed to trust you!? Not after what you did to me you filthy dog!" Raven was furious, and the strange power began to build inside her once more, but she bagen to concentrate on Lance's skin against her own. She at once became calm, but that power was still there. She wanted an explanation, and she wanted it now even if she had to kill to get it. She went over and wrapped her hands around Bowman's throat. " What are you trying to tell me, Bowman? Choose what you say wisely." She had him in mid air against the wall.  

[Lancent789]

Lance was having difficulty believing that this innocent and fragile woman of his had Boman by the neck and was about to break it. She was demanding answers but was choking him for every moment he remained silent. How could he respond if she was choking him? The look on Boman’s expression further confused Lance. He looked as if Raven wasn’t even touching him, but Lance could see that his neck was to the point of being ruptured, however, Lance could see Boman tightening his fists. If Boman struck Raven, sending her careening into the all kitchen wall, he’d be forced to kill Lance because if he didn’t, Lance would kill everyone. Though, if he were to kill Raven, he’d still have to kill Lance. If something were to happen to the two of them, he’d have to answer to Lady Rokyo.

Lance had moved forward, trying to gasp for breath as his ribs and chest muscles slowly mended themselves. He put a hand to Raven’s arm, just a simple touch and she looked at him with hatred in his eyes. He backed away from her one full pace and saw the regret in her eyes. She had dropped Boman then and went back into her lover’s arms. He had dragged her back into the master bedroom, giving Boman a glance before doing so. It wasn’t a glance or a look of anger or hatred, but one of uncertainty. The bedroom was even brighter now that it was mid morning, the sun filling the room and they were both hit with the sensation of burning, but now pain aided that sensation, no flesh erupted into flames. He had sat Raven on the bed, looking her into hers eyes, starring back at his own. He was reminded then of the trails he had endured for her, and she the same for him. He reached around her, putting both arms behind her to support himself over her, planting a kiss deep and slow upon her lips. She kissed him back, putting her hands around his neck to keep him there. The kiss broke with the two of them starring into each other’s eyes, passion and lust present in each of them once again. Though, he felt he didn’t deserve her passion right now, the confession of last nights events bore into her. She had tried to run from him, wanted nothing to with him, until he had touched her again.

He looked away from her then, moving to sit be side her, his guilt forcing his gaze to his feet, his tail still. He began to speak, telling her what had happened after she fell asleep. He spoke of Donna’s behavior, how they had moved to a bigger room, hence the suite which they occupied now. He was reluctant to tell her of the encounter with Bekka, who which Raven still had not seen, but he explained the incident in full detail as well. He wasn’t sure if Raven had recovered from that ordeal, but he continued with the conversation he held with Boman before she had awaken. He told her in complete detail of the information Boman had given him, ending his verbal bulletin with the incompletion of the ritual. Lacne had looked to her then waiting for her to say something. She had remained silent through the entire duration which he spoke.  

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((Putting the posting order back right...))  

[Raven Rae Knight]

Ravens eyes went from pure white to a look of blindness. The colors had come back to her eyes, but they were clouded over with a film like substance. Her brain couldn't comprehend what had happened in the past few hours. Tears made their way from her eyes and onto her naked lap. "So what you're telling me," she said through sobs, "Is that you were with another woman while i was asleep, and that i was rapped by said woman. Then, now we find out that we are possibly going to be in a lot of pain unless we complete some ritual, which i still haven't come to understand. Lance, this is all cosmic for me. I've been a normal vampire for as long as I can remember...well over two thousand years, and now i can walk around in the day light, i've lost my coven, and my only flesh and blood son. For the past two weeks all i've been thinking about is going out into the sun, but i realize that that is no longer a plausable death. I don't feel like a blood traitor, and yet I am. I know that the Elder Coven will be looking for me. I know that they will want to kill me, to cast me out into the sun. What are they going to do when they find they can't do that? They are going to cut my head from my body is what they are going to! I want to live to be with you, but once the Elders have me I'll be at their mercy." She continued to sob.

The child on the bed next to them stirred in her sleep. Raven knew that she was having a nightmare. Her motherly insticts kicked in. She got up and walked across the room to the sleeping child. She picked her up gingerly in her arms, and looked her over. There were many cuts and bruises still on her body. It also looked that her shoulder was dislocated, but there was nothing they could do about it while she was sleeping, and if they made her a vampire her shoulder would forever be dislocated b/c she would be the way she was as a human forever. She planted a kiss on the little girl's forehead. She continued to hold the child like a baby. She walked back over to the bed where Lance sat silently child in tow. She sat down, and remembered her son at this age. She was never going to be a mother to him again, but maybe for this little girl she could be a mother. Her eyes had changed back totally normal now. There was a tear in her eye. This poor little girl didn't have a mother anymore, and all Raven wanted was to mother this little girl into adult hood, but as long as she was what she was, and this little girl a human...she couldn't. Raven looked up at Lance. Her eyes pleaded with him to help her obtain what she wanted, but she believed he couldn't help.  

[Lancent789]

Her words stuck to him, barring down into him. She only wanted so little and the little she had he had taken from her. From the start, Raven may have never wanted to be head of the North Western Regions, maybe she wanted to herself. Ever since he had come into her life, drifting pass on a clear night in a park, waiting for a violent outbreak, she had been wanting him. Lance watched her as she sobbed with the small redhead in her arms. Raven just wanted to be a mother, have a family, her coven being at her side, to live in a harmless environment. She wanted all this… with him.

The possibility of the elders getting hold of her was one that didn’t bother him, he would always be with her and only her. There was no one else for him besides the woman sitting beside him now. He put an arm around her, using his left hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes. “Sweet heart, you’ll never have to worry about the elders getting to you, no one here will allow that to happen, not even Boman. As for your coven, we can start anew, completely from scratch, where ever you wish for us to live. And as for our children,” he paused, lust suddenly in his voice. He leaned to her, whispering into Raven’s ear. “You are different now… Unique… and you can bare my children.” He landed wet kisses along her neck, his white wings wrapping themselves around the child in her arms and moving the youngling to the pillows. Lance’s tongue caressed Raven’s neck. He was getting aroused for her all over again. He had just pleasured himself with her resting body just hours ago, but Raven had an aura about her, a power over Lance that drove his lust and desires into insanity just from a simple touch. He pulled his lover into his arms, still whispering to her ear. “I want you to give me our children, our legacies. Raven I want to start over with you. I want to leave this hunter’s life behind, but I can’t do it without you. Please understand that I will never do anything to intentionally hurt you.” His next kiss he put to her lips, deep, long, passionate, caressing her as he did so. “I love you, Raven, and nothing is going to change that… Ever… and it is for that love,” he paused, looking to the tranquil feathers behind him. “That I have one more gift of me to give to you… should you choose to accept?”  

[Raven Rae Knight]

Raven shivered in anticipation. Lance's touch was so soft. Her tears were wiped away now, and the child was now longer in her arms. She was able to completely lean upon her lover. " Lance, i'm well over a thousand years old. I now have all of what i assume can only be eternity to have children with you. This little girl needs a mother Lance. I want to be her mother, even if i'm not the real thing." Raven looked down at the floor. All of it was true. She not only wanted to be a mother, but she she wanted her coven back. Her own son would drive them all into the grave. " Lance. I want to bare your children. We are eternity together. I want my Coven back. I want it all. I can live a normal life now. I can walk in the sun, and I can bare children. I don't understand this incomplete ritual at all, but i don't want it to hurt you at all." she looked at him nervously" But i accept whatever it is you wish to give me." She took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze.  

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Lance had turned not to just sit beside her, but to face her. “What makes you think you cannot be her real mother? Her blood mother? Raven, I have made you unique, much more unique then even I am. You say you want my children, and your covenant, well, we can start with that little girl right there.” Lance had looked at the sleeping youngling, he hasn’t noticed till now that she had regained about a third of her original skin tone. As for the ritual, I know nothing of it accept what I am to do and how to perform it. I have never seen this ritual done before, never heard of it till Boman had explained it to me. But what I do know is that in order to be with you, I must surrender half my being to you, making myself apart of you. You’ll have to turn her, after half of myself… is half of you.” Lance spoke his last few words slowly and softly, leaning so that his lips grazed over hers. He pulled Raven to himself and laid her down as he moved over her once again.  

[Raven Rae Knight]

Raven stared into his eyes. " I will do anything to be with you for all eternity. If we must complete this ritual in order to be together then so be it. It shall be done. As for the little girl, I shall not make her one of us until we are finished with the ritual. Her name, from what I have read in her mind, is Keiran. It means "little dark one", and it will suit her fine in her on coming new life. I only hope that she will have a little brother to share eternity with." Raven lay underneath Lance now. Her breathing was heavy, but quick. She wanted him, needed him. She pulled forward to kiss his lips. Her nose was touching his now. She closed her eyes and kissed the corner of his mouth lovingly. " I love you, Lance. For all eternity."  

[Lance789]

Boman admired the bond between the two of them. They had been through so much in so little time, yet they pledge themselves to one another, even though they barely knew each other. He heard Lance tell Raven he loved her as well, and their voices fell silent as only breathing could be heard from them. How many times will these kids go at it? Boman thought, standing from the couch. The two hybrids were making love for the third time within a six hour time span.

Boman passed the kids room poking his head in to check mainly on Donna. He still loved her, though his mistress has claimed her. When he looked into the room, Donna, who lay beneath the arm of a sleeping Bekka, had met his gaze, not lifting her head to fully view him. Her expression showed her anxiety, and fear was also present. He recollected how he had met her on a day where he was out enjoying the last free time he’d have before Lance and Lady Raven would awaken and carry out they’re duties. He had been awaiting transportation from Harres’s staff, when he had spotted her coming down the path looking quite pleased with herself. She had landed a high paying nursing job working for a salary almost triple her current. She had sat beside Boman smiling, bidding him a good day. Boman returned the verbal gesture with one of his own and somehow a conversation was born. Topics of choice were friendly ones, nothing personal being asked or mentioned unless it pertain to the topic. When a black Escalade pulled up before them, they were both surprised to see they had the same destination. Donna had been given the task of tending and analyzing both Raven and Lance, and it was through that assignment that the two ebony persons had become close. Boman remembered the time they had been conducting skin and follicle tests on Lance when he got the sudden urge and lust to be playful. They were already going stead at the time and the relationship had rocketed just as Lance and Raven’s had. He had pulled her skirt up around her waist and fondled at her panties, grasping at her a** and kissing her ears lightly. He had taken her leaning over Lance and the status sheets, at least until Cocoa had come in and yelled at them. That was the first time she had met Cocoa, the shock of actually seeing in person a talking cat had over whelmed her. Though in a span of night, his lover was ripped from him. Now with the thought in his mind, he couldn’t fault Lance for always wanting to be with her, to keep her as close as he could for his own sake.

Shaking the thought from his mind and closing the door to the kids room, and feeling quite pained about her despair he headed out side, standing before the open door. Over the rail, two officers were studying the vehicle, the badly damaged white van shirred with blood and maimed organs. The officer was reporting into a receiver and another jotted down the license plate number. Boman’s mind was still on Donna, and now Bekka, his former lover and current mistress. He didn’t want to think about Donna being a lesbian pet, and surely didn’t want her to be mixed up in something he helped to create. If anything, he figured she probably hated him. However, he hadn’t expected for Donna to come out to stand beside him. She stood only but a few feet from him, looking down at the officers who examined the battered vehicle. Boman hoped she didn’t get the urge to try and run to them, she looked to him as if she were working out a plan, her eyes briefly darting to his in suspicion.

Never the less, she hadn’t moved from the spot looking as if she had a lot on my mind. “I… I don’t hate you,” she said as a feeble attempt to break the silence between them. Boman’s gazed returned to her and she looked as if she were to break into tears. “Why are you doing this to me?” her voice croaked with tears and her body shook from sobs.

Boman didn’t know what to say, though he had wondered if it really were his fault. “Sweetheart listen-“

“Don’t you sweetheart me!” she hissed, her expression becoming colder with every word. “How dare you call me sweet-heart! How dare you?! I’m a sex slave to a lesbian slut and being held as a toy against my will to a bunch of mutts, with you being one of them, and I’m supposed to be your sweetheart?!”

Boman looked down to see that two officers had had began to interrogate other tenants and asking others to remain indoors due to environmental hazards, a bit of an understatement. He could hear one of the tenants telling the officer that those people, pointing up at him, had shown up in the vehicle last night. Boman ignored them, wondering what to do with Donna. Most of him still loved her while the more arrogant him wanted, in a remote sort of way, to just brush her away from his list of problems. He sighed before he spoke. “You say that as if I wanted this to happen-“

“Oh sure~, what male jackass on the planet wouldn’t his own personal b***h. ******** monsters and s**t trying to eat me and know I gotta bark for some nasty slut when-“

There was a loud smacking sound before Boman realized that Bekka had an arm around Donna and a hand firmly grasping at her a**. “That’s not a very nice thing to say to your ******** you!” Donna hissed, not a being able to do anything about the molestation. “I’m not a slave! I am not Tolbi you b***h!” Donna felt some courage since the officers were headed toward them, taking the stairs to reach them quicker. Her heart was racing as the officers were now just down the hall, looking at the three of them and knowing something was awry, the sudden urge to scream and struggle flashing into her body.

Bekka pressed her face against Donna’s and spoke to her in a low tone. “Well then, if you are not my slave, then I have no use for you, so maybe I should just kill you now. I haven’t eaten in days and cops taste especially good as well.” Her tone was both loving and cold. As she said this, she lid a hand into Donna’s robes and cupped a breast as the officers halted progress just feet from them. “Hello officers,” Bekka said with a smile.

Both men just starred at her with suspicion, noting her hold on the black woman. “Do you own a white moving van, Ford?” One officer asked, bracing himself to draw his gun if necessary.

“Yes,” Boman answered, his arms crossed but his body still facing the lot. Only his head was turned in the officer’s direction. “The vehicle is registered to Harres’s Estate and Enterprise. I work for a private shipping company run under Mr. Harres’s legion. I have I.D. But its in my wallet inside, though, I exercise my right to ask to verify a warrant.”

The two studied the large muscular man for a moment, reading his expression for faults. One of the men reached into his pocket and withdrew a warrant. “We had it printed before we came up.”

“Ma’am is everything alright?” The other officer asked, anticipating a problematic answer as the other officer pass the three tenants and entered their room.

Donna looked to be in thought as she considered Bekka’s words. Her scowl at the woman over her shoulder sharpened. “My girlfriend spilled wine all over my favorite bath robe.” Donna lied, remembering what Bekka had done the previous night, turning into that beast. She didn’t want a confrontation where she would be killed.

“Oh baby I said I am sorry,” Bekka apologized in the most lust of ways. She had Donna now, knew the woman’s options of freedom were all nailed shut. Bekka kissed Donna’s neck with deep passion, causing the uniform to just stare at them, marveled at the two beautiful women who finessed before him. “I said I would make it up to you.”

The uniform didn’t look as if he bought the program, but decided to press a different topic. “No about your vehicle.”






Inside, the officer viewed exactly what he expected to see. A clean, well manicured suite with expensive and luxurious carpeting and tapestry. Everything looked orderly, no dishes in the sink, no empty alcohol bottles askew on the floor, no scent of drugs occupied the air. The officer poked his head into the refrigerator, noting that it was empty. He opened the stuff and couldn’t detect any sign of it being used. The stove top had being cleaned to perfection, but no scent of cleaners reached his nostrils, he stove hadn’t been used in days. All the trash reciprocals were empty.

He checked the kids room next. No clothing in the drawers nor around the room. There were shoes, though only six, four women’s pairs and one male’s. This struck him as odd. There was only one purse on the night stand and no phone book by the phone. No cell phones plugged into the walls.

His experience as a cop began to give him warnings, and when warnings were felt, there was no benefit of the doubt. He drew his gun before checking the bathroom. Only fresh towels and rags left as courtesy from the hotel occupied the racks, none of the soaps appeared to be used and there were no signs of mildew on the tile walls. The sinks were as dry as the fuzzed carpet.

Nothing had been used in this room besides the beds and the one couch, even the glass dinning table displayed not a single fingerprint. These people arrived with nothing, and that bothered him, these people were running from something or someone and the battered vehicle which they arrived in was proof enough. The officer drew his gun as he approached the master bedroom. The door was closed but no not locked, and sounds, those he knew all to well, were penetrating the wood finishing. With his hand on the knob, he turned it slowly, cautious to avoid any creaking sounds from the hinges and starred into the room. He opened the door wider, unable to fully register what he was seeing, his mind working over time to piece the scene into logic as he gun lowered slightly and he unwarily whispered an exclimative.

She was on top of him, sitting upright as she rode him. She had two huge beautiful white wings growing painfully out of her back, her shoulder blades were bleeding profusely and she didn’t seem to care. There were markings all over her body, symbols of some sort that looked like blood to him. The woman was rough with her motions over the dark skinned man, vigorous and demanding, her head rearing backward from the pain she intentionally caused herself. Her back seem to explode, blood showering him as the wings extended another foot out of her person. She was falling backward, the dark man catching her around her waist and held her there as she continued her fetish.

The officer jumped back as the blood spattered against him, hitting his face and arms. He trained gun on the two of them, mentally trying to work out what was going on in the room. “Both of you down off the bed and on the ground now!” He demanded his gun training from the woman to the man. They ignored him, the woman hadn’t stopped her motion and the man hadn’t made any attempt to obey the his commands. The cop began to shout again. “Off the bed and on the ground now!”

As the uniform stepped forward to pull the girl off the bed, he began to experience a sensation upon his skin, like some sort of irritation. It took a moment for him to realize it, but it was burning… Her blood was burning him. Pain rocketed throughout his body then, pain and anguish pulsating his nerves as he screamed, his gun discharged twice as he collapsed to the floor, feeling his flesh deteriorating before his eyes. His body twitched violently for another several moment before going still and silent.






The discharged had been heard, the uniform outside on the porch drawing his gun and aimed it at the three tenants. “All of you on the ground now!” he shouted, studying the three, watching and anticipating even the slightest of movement. Some of the other tenants on the floor had poked their heads out of their suites to participate in the sudden commotion.

Donna had to resist the sheer urge to run forward since Bekka hadn’t moved. Bekka had been smiling at the cop. She watched as the cop trained his gun to Boman, screaming orders for the large man to drop to the floor. Boman, however, walked calmly to the door. The officer fired, the bullet biting into Boman’s shoulder, but the large man hadn’t noticed.

“That’s gonna cost you… officer” Bekka said, her smile becoming maniacal as she tossed Donna to the floor as she launched herself forward, her hand out stretched. Tenants and onlookers of all ages winced and retreated at what they saw, though only after a moment of stunned awestruck at what they had seen. Bekka’s hand had completely tore through the cop’s head, sending brains, blood, and bone about the outdoor hall. The body dropped to the floor as people began screaming. Bekka beckoned Donna into the suite, though Donna was to stunned to move. She just starred in horrid amazement as blood trickled from her mistress’s hand.

Within the suite, Boman had been equally stunned by what he saw, starring down at the cop lay burned and singed on the carpet floor, not daring to touch him. He looked up to Raven who sat still over her lover the of them resting and starring at one other, their tales of lust and passion visible only in their gazes upon one another. For a moment, Boman studied the two of them, Lance laying on his wings or agony, his tail swung slowly from side to side, then focused on Raven, who’s wings were freshly grown and blood soaked.

He sighed then, going over to the bed and taking Keiran and Cocoa into his arms. “Lance, clean her up. He have to go, now.”