12 comments/ 19588 views/ 8 favorites Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 01 By: ladyofdark1981 This is set in the same universe as my other story Forgotten but does not crossover as most of it is set seventy years earlier. I have done as much research as I could to try make it as authentic as possible (terminology and the like). I guess this the result of watching too many war documentaries with my dad when I was growing up. I am open to help with this one as WW2 England is not something I have experienced first hand so feel free to correct me if I have made an historical error as I am usually fastidious about such things, what can I say I'm a perfectionist when it comes to things historical (like when it comes to bows and arrows, they are LOOSED not fired as fired denoted a detonation of black or gun powder and crossbows have bolts not arrows ... I so sound like a geek right now) :Þ Okay I have rambled too much so without further ado here is my second attempt at writing. Chapter 1: Blitzed Captain Tresler stood beside his Dornier Do17, the payload already encased within the belly of the swift metal bird. There was to be another bombing of London this eve. Vulferam did not care what had sparked the conflict with the two nations who had once been allies not to long ago, he was a warrior and he would fight regardless. He had fought in every major conflict that the German states had been involved with since he was a boy of fifteen with his father's band of raiders. Vulferam was a werewolf and an old one at that. A run in with a wench one evening in the summer 568 A.D. he found himself with a curse that has haunted his every waking hour since. Nearly fifteen hundred years later he had swapped his sword for guns and now a great flying machine that could kill the enemy from afar and not always the warriors who he had targeted in the past, he now killed their families too. "A good night for it, no?" Major Färber asked approaching slowly. "Indeed, sir," Tresler replied studying the sky, "the moon is near full and will provide enough light to illuminate the Themes nicely." "Yes," the Major chuckled, "You almost pity them, their beloved river betraying them to their enemy." The old wolf smiled a toothy grin, "they have their subterranean transport system and the siren to warn them, only the stupid and the lazy will die this night." "Perhaps," Färber nodded in consideration to Vulferam's statement, "as long as we raze the targets I truly care not." "We have targets?" the Captain joked, "Since when?" The two men laughed. "Ah," the Major became solemn, "In all honesty I fear that the Führer has misjudged the British, I believe they are formidable foes and we will suffer for these raids on their capital." "They are more than formidable my friend," Vulferam sighed, "they do not like to loose, ever." "And the French do not like to win," they laughed again, "They would rather romance anything with a heartbeat than do anything heroic." Vulferam checked his watch, "I must be going, these bombs will not fly themselves to their targets." "I will buy you a drink upon your return," the Major grabbed Tresler's wrist in a warrior's handshake, "There is a beautiful Aryan wench with eyes like sapphires, hair like the very rays of the sun were harnessed to give her a golden mane and breast and thighs you could happily suffocate in." "Then I must return to show her that I am the superior lover where you are only superior in rank," Vulferam laughed and boarded his aircraft aptly named Nidhogg, the 'destroyer of corpses'. His crew joined him, including his pilots Geiger and Jäger two men who had no relation but could almost pass as twins because of their similarities in appearance. The Major waved and retreated to the safety of the barracks, he was officially off duty and had only wanted to wish his friend luck on the mission. The crew were excited as they usually were before a mission, laughing and joking about the enemy's weaknesses and inferiorities in everything from tactics to appearance. "Although," one of the gunners added, "I have heard that the British women are neglected by their men, having to take foreign lovers for satisfaction." "I would quite happily teach them a thing or two," Jäger laughed, "but I would probably break them with my gigantic cock." "You're not suppose to look at it with a microscope," the other gunner teased, "I heard the Scottish women can take a hell of a lot before complaining ... but you have to beat them in arm-wrestling first and I wouldn't like my chances there." "Enough," Vulferam silenced them, "We have our orders and though they are not honourable or ethical, this is war and there is no honour in loosing," he smiled as his crew cheered, "Marek, follow the river." Marek was the navigator he had a sharp eye and an almost mystical sense of direction, he would joke that his parents would try to leave him at the markets and he could always find his way home. They all readied for take off as communication during the flight was considerably harder because of the engine noise they quickly finished their conversations and wait for the order to take off. The Channel seemed to glow under the moonlight, the squadron of bombers and fighters made their way swiftly through the air. Vulferam sat in his designated seat next to Marek looking over the maps. Something felt wrong this night there was still a few more nights before he was forced to change into his lupine form, a secret now harder to contain now that he had friends who cared for him and wanted to drink themselves into oblivion in his company. No, something had his hackles up like electricity in the air, this night would not end well. "There it is," Geiger smirked, "the Dover cliffs," he informed the others over the loud bussing of the airscrew engines. "Why do you suppose they are so white?" "They are limestone," Marek answered the pilot, "that means billions of tiny crustacea that died millions of years ago all fell to the bottom of the ocean and became stone." "Don't forget the coral and the like," Vulferam added grinning wolfishly, "Though I do prefer the violent creation of volcanic rocks." "You read too much, Captain," Jäger laughed pulling the yoke pitching left to keep in formation, "do you not have a woman to occupy your time?" "Women are trouble," Tresler grumbled, "great for entertainment but that's about it." They followed the silvery Themes towards their target, the multitude of aircraft fanning out ready to deliver their payload to the unsuspecting people below. "Shit!" Geiger cried witnessing one of their sister aircraft fall to an unseen foe, "they have anti-aircraft gunners!" Within seconds the body of the Nidhogg was ripped apart by the hail of bullets, taking each of Vulferam's crew with them. He, himself suffered over a dozen bullets, a line of punctures from his right thigh to left shoulder. However those were the least of his problems, as he watched the ground rapidly approaching at an alarming rate. Vulferam never felt the impact he had lost too much blood and blacked out. "Oh wow!" the young Edward Benson cried gleefully, he was one of the young members of the home guard and was too young to enlist to fight in the actual war. "One of Gerry's planes have crashed in our field!" Sergeant George Blackwood shook his head, the kid all of about sixteen years and today was his first experience with war. George was proud of the boy being the grandson of his best friend, he had promised Edward's parents and grandparents to protect him and mentor him to the best of the old man's abilities. "Ready to investigate the wreckage?" Sergeant Blackwood asked the enthusiastic young man. "I am Uncle George," Eddie replied clutching his father's shotgun tightly. "Good," George lead the way, "I hope you are not squeamish at the sight of blood or dead bodies," the elder man chuckled. "You know I grew up on a farm," Eddie responded dryly, "blood and death is not a mystery to me." "I mean of a man," Blackwood sighed, "it is likely to be quite messy and nauseating look at." The boy nodded swallowing hard, it was true that he had never seen a dead body before. They cautiously approached the downed aircraft and already the stench of fuel copious amounts of blood and excrement filled the air. George was the first to explore the wreckage checking for movement among the six on board. "Come on, Boy!" he waved Edward over, "it looks clear." Slowly Eddie entered via a tear in the fuselage near the cockpit, "Jesus Christ!" he cursed his brain not registering the carnage, it was too surreal to accept. "Language boy," George sternly reprimanded, "we have a job to do and it would be more pleasant if you kept the cussing to a minimum." "Yes sir," Eddie continued into the plane he saw two men who looked like brothers they had both received a chest full of lead and would have died instantly as would have the man in the navigator's chair, a shard of the air craft's skin had imbedded itself in his neck. His once pristine uniform now stained with his life's fluid. He assumed that the meaty masses in the nose of the plane had been the gunners their remains had lost all resemblance of humanity, for that Eddy was grateful. "Looks like we have a couple of duds," Blackwood called from the belly of the craft, "that would explain why the plane didn't explode on impact." Eddie only half listened to George as he had found the body of the commander, a large blond man with a painful amount of bullet holes across his torso and would have died slowly. Eddie moved closer to the body aiming the shotgun at the man's chest, the officer could have been the poster boy for the Third Reich with a military cut of blond hair and icy blue eyes made him look angelic. Vulferam felt the pain in his chest but could not move, even his breathing had ceased. Not the first time that had happened however, it always made him feel vulnerable. Next his hearing returned he could hear voices of English men talking near by. This did not surprise him as they had crashed on English soil and he knew that his battle was now over resigned not to cause any trouble for now, he sat up. "Shit!" Eddie pulled the trigger as the corpse in front of him sat up right. "What in blazes?" George made his way back to the young man who now had the tell tale spray of blood splatter on his face and uniform. He looked at the gaping hole in the blond man's chest, "they may be the enemy son but show some respect!" "He sat up," the boy defended his eyes wide with fear. "Corpses can do that it's just the nerves firing at random," he kicked the body, "well if he wasn't dead before he is now." They readied to leave when they both heard a gurgling noise followed by a cough, "I surrender," the deep and distinctly German voice said. George and Eddie turned to see the blond cadaver struggling to sit up, "Holy Mother of God!" George blasphemed crossing himself at the unholy sight. "Please do not shoot me again," Vulferam begged, "I will bring you no harm." "I thought you were dead!" Eddie cried, "You should be dead!" he waved the gun around frantically. The lack of light in the wreckage managed to hide Vulferam's wounds, the accelerated healing would have made both the boy and the old man anxious. "I wish I were," he coughed again, "but, I am not." He straightened as best he could in the cramped space, "I am your prisoner," he put his hands up in surrender. The Englishmen stood there for a moment longer before George finally spoke, "follow the boy, if you try anything I will shoot you in the head, are we clear?" "Yes," Vulferam nodded, "Though I do not harm children." "You will forgive me for not trusting you," George sarcastically responded, "you were on your way to bomb the city, there are children there." Eddie moved for the hole he entered through, "I'm not a child, you know," he grumbled. "Where I come from," Vulferam spoke to him, "you would be fighting along side your father as a man." "Not ruddy likely, dad's working the farm to keep the troops fed," he looked back as the massive man bent the shell of the aircraft to make the hole bigger to exit from, "WOW! That is amazing!" Vulferam limped after him, "adrenalin can give you the strength to do stuff like that." George followed them out with his pistol in hand, "Eddie, run ahead and call the Lieutenant, tell him we are in need of a few solders to escort a prisoner." "Yes sir, Uncle George," the boy ran off through the field in the near black of the moon lit night. "What are you," George asked Vulferam watching him suspiciously; "you had no pulse when I checked you." "Cursed." The solders had come, handcuffing Vulferam and placing him in a makeshift holding cell inside a storage barn on the property the home guard were patrolling. For all Vulferam knew he was in a closet of some kind as his cell had no window and barely enough room to lie comfortably. The CO had given him a pillow and a blanket, it was September and the first signs of winter's chill had begun to claim the night. George had eyed him cautiously the entire walk to command, the old man was sharp for his age he did not trust the German wolf which only made Vulferam admire him. If he had been younger he might have offered him the gift of immortality as he would have made eternity more amusing. Now in the total black of his 'cell', Captain Tresler relaxed for the first time in over three years. Every war the German states had entered into he had fought in. He had watched war change from a violent and nearly intimate setting to just violent. The advent of ballistic weapons like canons and guns made it harder to seek glory in battle. Swords and other hand-to-hand weapons now decorated the walls and halls of the aristocracy and would never taste a man's flesh again. There was a part of him that was glad at the efficiency war had taken on in the last few hundred years, men died quicker if mortally wounded, usually. The bullets were a cleaner way to die and the explosives made a battle more exciting than a dozen trebuchet lined up in siege of a fortress and the masonry flying as the walls are pelted with large boulders. The previous conflict had him in the trenches in the Somme, fighting against solders from one of the British Colonies. Had he been mortal he would have died at the hands of a moderately sized man with more skill in combat than Vulferam had given him credit for. He remembered the strange twang to his accent and had pledged that day to find the place where that accent came from and explore that country once their governments stopped wanting to rip each other apart. He still did not know where that place was, maybe he would find that out whilst in the POW camp. Before Vulferam knew it, the door opened blinding him with the dawn in the east. "Your car has arrived," the man had said, stepping aside for him to exit. The wolf nodded as he passed where he was met with two of their largest men to escort him to the camp. He had heard that the reason why only one man ever successfully escaped from a British POW camp was that they were too comfortable to even contemplate leaving. He sincerely hoped so, he could do with a rest from war for a while. The two men grasped his elbows to guide him to the car, though these men were broad and heavy their heights were only to Vulferam's shoulder. The car had a beige leather interior and firm seats. Tresler was loaded into the back seat with one of the men beside him and the other sat with the driver in the front. "Old George made a call to the Ministry of War," the man in the front whispered to the driver, "it sounded pretty serious." "I wonder if that has anything to do with our destination?" the young female driver answered. "We are heading for Crewe Hall." "Crewe Hall?" the man asked puzzled as to why the great distance to travel for one prisoner, "there are many camps near by. His lot have stifled our fuel supply and we're using a great deal of it to drive him to the midlands." The slightly over weight young woman shrugged and started the car, "The Ministry have ordered that he be put in Crewe Hall," she smiled are the man next to her, "I like to think of it as a Ministry paid holiday." Vulferam rolled his eyes, the young woman clearly liked the man next to her, "I'm just going to sleep if that is alright with you," he spoke to the man in the back with him, "Wake me if you need me." The car ride was not a smooth one nor was it quiet and apart from the odd look from one of the men, he was mostly ignored. At the end of the long day driving they arrived at a farm in Oxfordshire. The old Georgian buildings still had most of the windows bricked up from that ridiculous law of the period. It was still daylight and the workers still tended the fields and livestock without the aid of modern technology. The sight delighted him, there were only a few men and many women hard at work harvesting a grain of some variety the use of scythes reaping through the tall grass humoured him. The men roughly removed him from his seat in the car and pushed him towards the house where a meal was waiting for him. He was handcuffed to the table and given a spoon to eat the vegetable stew. The night progressed better than the last as he was given a soft bed and pillow. He was handcuffed to that too but it was only a minor nuisance as it was the first real comfort he had experienced for many years. Major Alec Coburn sat at his desk signing paperwork his clerk left on his desk earlier. One particular form was of special interest to him, the notification to the 'Pantheon' of an immortal being captured by a couple of humans. Major Coburn was a Shifter a type of immortal not too different to their Were cousins, only they do not retain any physical evidence of their humanity when in animal form or visa versa. Coburn was a swan in his animal form, his mate was at home in Derbyshire with their four Cygnets who were learning to fly. The clerk one Corporal Gabriel O'Hara, a Cherub with an anal retentive view on organisation. His desk made other clerks in the military look messy. His boyish good looks prevented him from attaining a higher rank due to the need for secrecy they had to keep not that he really cared. The true power in the army was in the clerks hands. Every Commanding Officer trusted their clerk to be honest with them and a dishonest clerk could get away with murder not that Gabriel would ever do that. It was the previous day when he received the phone call to inform them of an immortal's capture those involved would be visited by one of the Fae to modify their memories of the events that occurred. He had filled in the appropriate paperwork for his CO to sign and now he waited for Alec to seal the envelope and summon someone to deliver the urgent notification. "And we have no idea what he is?" Alec asked again to solidify the lack of knowledge about this man. "None sir," the angel replied, "I am sure we will find out this evening when he is due to arrive." The Major chuckled, "Lissia will have fun finding out." Alec poured himself a scotch and offered one to Gabriel, "do we have an exact time of his arrival? Or are we just going with tonight." Gabriel sipped at the warming liquid, "That would depend on how cooperative he is." "If he's smart he'll behave," Alec downed the beverage in one gulp, "though, he did put himself at risk of exposure, perhaps we should prepare for someone with a low intelligence quotient." "Perhaps he is new to the immortal lifestyle," the Cherub suggested, "would you like me to contact the German council of Immortals? See if we can get anything?" Alec nodded, "Do you have the prisoner's name?" "Yes, his name is Vulferam Tresler," Gabriel answered, "He is German as far as we know, maybe Austrian." Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 01 "See what you can find out about this Vulferam Tresler, particularly what species he is," Gabriel saluted Alec and left for his office to make the appropriate communications. Alec felt restless, his animal instinct told him that danger was coming with the prisoner but he had no idea what. It was a little past noon and yet the dark clouds forming overhead covered the hall with its ominous shadow, the gods were warning them of the impending danger. He poked his head out of his office, "Gabe, could you send Lissia up, I need to speak with her." Gabriel put the enchanted quill down after informing the one on the other end of the charmed communications parchment that he would be a moment and walked off towards the infirmary. Inside the stunningly beautiful Vampiress was giving one of the prisoners a check up, the last few months had seen an influx of seasonally induced maladies that had nearly all of the human population at Crewe Hall incapacitated. "I think you'll be fine now, just do not do anything strenuous it could cause a relapse of symptoms and you'll be out of action for a few more days." The prisoner stood up and kissed her hand, "I must confess, I always believed that English women were not nearly as beautiful as German women, but I was wrong." He moved in to fully show his appreciation of the beautiful doctor when she held her hand up. "I said no strenuous activities, Hans," she smiled sweetly, "Doctor's orders." Gabriel cleared his throat trying not to laugh at the woman's ability to seduce any male she desired and sometimes the ones she did not. "Alec wishes to see you," he informed her. The prisoner moved past the angel and joined his comrades in the mess hall. "Oh Gabriel," she smiled and moved closer, "do you ever knock?" The Cherub's face flushed, "what would be the fun in that?" She tapped him on the nose playfully, "remember I out rank you," she said in a mock serious tone, "What does our feathered friend want with me?" The angel offered his arm to her, "we have an unknown immortal coming up from London. He was captured after his plane crashed in a field." "Interesting," they walked back to the CO's office, "Maybe we should get Tristan as well." "What should we get Tristan for ...?" a tall slender man asked as he approached the couple. Tristan was Crewe Hall's reverend, also a Vampire and Lissia's sire. Gabriel gave him the news in abbreviated form, so the prisoner's near by could not understand them. "Well, I will probably be needed when he arrives." They made their way to the office where they found Alec pacing with a scotch in his hand. "Not interrupting anything are we?" Tristan laughed, settling into one of the available chairs. "Not at all Father," Alec turned his attention to Lissia, although the Swan was mated it did not mean he was oblivious to beauty around him. "Doctor, I take it that Gabriel informed you of our latest guest?" "He did sir," she replied with her lyrical voice, "When does our guest arrive?" "Tonight some time," Alec let his eyes wander over her tight fitting uniform and drawn on stockings. "I will need you to be ready to give him a physical as soon as he arrives so we can determine what species he is, in case he cannot speak English." "I believe he can," Gabriel added, "he spoke to those who captured him, but he will need to be treated for the bullets he was hit with." "Is that all?" Lissia asked professionally. "For now," Alec sat behind his desk again, "be on your guard Lissia, you may be a Vampire but he could be stronger than you." "I'll keep that in mind sir." It was approaching night fall when they finally came to a stop. Vulferam's back was killing him, the route they had taken was not the smoothest of rides and he sent a quiet thanks to which ever gods were listening and waited for the car door to be opened. They had pulled up out the front of the imposing red manor house Vulferam looked up in awe as the fading sun lit it up like fire. 'Just like Hell', he mused. The driver wandered into the ominous building without a backwards glance while the men assigned to guard him held him firmly before following. He was taken to the CO's office the name on the door was Major Alec Coburn, he noted the name as a faint scent he did not recognise wafted to his nostrils. "Thank you gentleman," the pale and slender man said, "you may go out to my clerk and sign the paperwork." The two men were ready to argue. "Are you hard of hearing?" They shook their heads and left the prisoner with the commanding officer. "So, here you are." Vulferam stared at him, "What are you?" he asked abruptly, eyeing the man acutely. "I am a shifter," he replied ignoring the rudeness of Vulferam's question, "A swan to be precise." "You are like me?" he asked slowly, "I am a wolf." "If you are a wolf then no, we are not alike," Alec explained, "you would have to be a lycanthrope or 'Were' as we tend to call your kind." The wolf cocked his head to the side, "but you change your body from human to an animal." "Yes but we are either human or animal. You on the other hand are not solely human or animal but are a hybrid of both." Alec had the feeling that this was a young and newly changed were, but where was his mate if that was the case? Spontaneous turnings were made impossible nearly a millennium ago for all immortals. Perhaps he was orphaned or abandoned at birth so he was not educated about his heritage. "That would explain the extra nipples," Vulferam retorted dryly. Alec chuckled at the wolf's humour, "I think I will have Gabriel escort you to the infirmary give you a check up." He called Gabriel in and the two left for the infirmary. "A Werewolf huh?" Gabriel asked, "I'm a cherub." Vulferam looked at the man, "I thought cherubs were small, chubby and naked?" "When we are children and we don't go around naked until we are adults," he smiled mischievously, "It is much more fun that way." The two laughed lightly. "So born or made?" The question took him by surprise, "ah ... made." "Congratulations," Gabe shook his hand, "How long have you been mated?" Vulferam felt as though the conversation had escaped him, mated? Isn't that what animals do? "I'm sorry?" Gabriel would have answered if not for the fact that they had arrived at the infirmary and a tall, voluptuous woman with chestnut hair and green eyes standing in the door way with a cheeky grin playing on her pouting lips. "Hhmm yummy, a werewolf, my favourite flavour," she flashed a pair of pearly white fangs and licked her plump lips. "Yeah," Gabriel stepped back, "Good luck there." He made a hasty retreat leaving Vulferam Tresler with the beautiful yet deadly Lissia Bowen. Any questions, feel free to ask. You also loose a crossbow, trebuchet, catapult and balista :Þ Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 02 This was done sooner than I anticipated but it felt right so here it is. Chapter 2: Meeting the Leech. Vulferam stared at the beautiful woman, her fangs were undeniably vampire and it made him nervous. He prepared himself for an attack from the succubus. Within an instant her features softened and her teeth retracted to a more human appearance, "I'm only kidding, come on in," she smiled waving him in. Apprehensively Vulferam passed the vampire and stood in the middle of the moderately small room. An examination table stood in the corner and a cupboard filled with medical supplies on the opposite side above a desk. There were no windows in the room that was painted an antique yellow with white trimming. Lissia closed the door and walked around Vulferam to face him, "so, a werewolf," she smiled, "we have no records of you." "I do not see how you could have my service records as you are English and I am German," he calmly responded. "Your immortal records which are not hindered by the mortal conflict," Lissia sat in her chair and looked the man over, "how old are you?" He folded his arms across his chest, "one and a half thousand years, give or take." She took what he said down on a not pad, "born or turned?" "Turned." She paused and looked up at him, "before the restriction, interesting." She stood up and began to check his more recent wounds where his uniform was damaged. "Did you know you were going to be turned?" "No, I was victim to a young woman in a tavern," he explained, "I killed her when she bit me but it was too late." "You did her a favour," she replied nonchalantly, "I read that the punishment for such acts was to be torn apart by the rest of the pack. A slow and painful way to die." "I did not realise," he shifted from one foot to the other. "I have been careful not to do the same to anyone I have been with since," he explained. "You needn't have worried," the woman said as she began to remove his tattered shirt, "due to a lot of impatient young weres the ability to change a human into a were or anything else for that matter became a lot harder to do." Her fingers expertly found every bullet he had in his chest, not only the ones from the previous evening but from previous conflicts he had been in. He was sure there were arrow heads in there as well but he could not be sure. "My my you have been through a lot my dear captain." The intimate contact from the woman made him uncomfortable, his past experiences with vampires usually led to him killing them. This was new to him, she seemed almost sincere in her behaviour. "Lay down please," she indicated to the examination table in the corner. The wolf did as he was asked and laid down. He was a bit too tall for the bed with his feet and half of his lower legs hung over the edge. She went to the cupboards and retrieved a syringe and a phial of clear liquid, a scalpel and a kidney dish. Vulferam eyed her cautiously as she placed them on the chair next to the bed. "A little anaesthetic to dull the pain," she said filling the syringe and injecting it into the area of his chest where the shot gun had hit him. His chest tingled slightly before it went completely numb. He tried to prop himself up to see what she was doing only to have her shake her head and push him down with an unseen hand which was as gentle as her touch before. He laid there and waited for her to finish what she was doing. He closed his eyes and tried to relax but the slight tugging on the surrounding flesh disturbed him. Before too long the tell tale sign of metal hitting metal rang through the room as the first pellet extracted was dropped into the kidney dish. He let his mind wander to other places as Lissia extracted another twenty or so pellets along with various other bullets and slugs from bygone era. "I must say," she said as she worked lower to his abdominals, "you do not know how to duck do you?" He smiled at her comment, "projectiles have become faster over the last few hundred years." His eyes caught hers as she chanced a glance up at him, her green eyes sparkled in the incandescent light of Edison's most famous invention and he found he could not look away. "You are quite right," she finally replied and returned to removing the vast amount of metal from his torso. "Shit," she cursed after nearly an hour of searching his body, "I need to get another kidney tray." She pulled off her gloved and grabbed another trey out of the cupboard. "You're not one for hygiene are you?" he asked, watching her behaviour. "You are not as fragile as humans are," she put another pair of gloves on and continued, "besides a prisoner with any sort of injury are sent to a hospital before they come here. I usually only deal with minor maladies, anything major is taken out of my hands." She moved down checking his hips and removing every bit of shrapnel she found along the way. "Your going to have to roll over." Vulferam felt strange at those words, he wanted to laugh as the absurdity of the blatant command one would usually give to their pet dog. He did as she asked and the doctor began to check his back. With the anaesthetic working like a charm he felt completely relaxed. "How old are you?" he asked before he could stop himself. Lissia laughed at his spontaneous question, "Old enough," she replied, yanking another lead slug from his body and dropping it in the tray. "Let's just say that I had the good fortune to meet the last of the Egyptian pharaohs and experience Pompeii before Vesuvius roared and snuffed out the city." "You don't look that old," he turned as best he could from his prostrate position to look at her again. There was something about her that made him want to look at her. "Any Roman orgies?" he asked with a mischievous grin. "Too many to remember," she responded with an equally devious grin, "though I would advise you keep your thoughts pure for the time being to avoid any embarrassment later." She indicated for him to lay back down which he did reluctantly. While she had the chance, she checked his neck for any artefacts and caught a scent that was an odd combination of machine oil and honey mead. Unconsciously licking her lips at the delightfully sweet scent and began to wonder what his blood would taste like. Inhaling deeply the honey mead fragrance was more dominant than that of the machine oil which would have come from his years working around the aircraft he flew in. "I have nothing to be embarrassed about," he smugly replied. "You are in England now, Mr. Tresler," she chuckled at his obvious ticklish nature as she felt along his ribs, "Sex and anything to do with it does not exist," she teased. "What a shame," his mocking reply loaded with unspoken promises, "a woman like yourself should never sleep alone, that would be a crime I will not permit to occur." Doctor Bowen shivered at his words, he was the very image of what a wolf should be; tall, broad, muscular and an air of dominance that every werewolf possessed and all these traits in abundance. "I am a vampire, I never sleep alone," she retorted in a playful arrogance. She tapped his leg for him to sit up. "Than I willingly volunteer my services," he smiled with a wiggle of his eyebrow. Lissia hooked her finger in his waistband of his slacks, "these will have to come off." She visibly blushed when she saw that not only he had found their banter arousing, he had escaped the confines of his underwear by over six inches. Being a were, Vulferam had no shame about his naked body and took great delight in watching Lissia as he removed the last of his clothing. She openly gaped at his nudity and the sinfully large appendage that stood out proudly from his body looking as lean as the rest of him. The unmistakable aroma of her excitement made his triumphant grin widen. The complete dozen of his nipples all tingled at her appraisal, "you can touch me again if you like." A part of her wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into the fleshy rod that so temptingly bobbed just out of reach, for him to erupt in orgasmic bliss as she drugged him with her saliva and venom. A quick shake of her head cleared most of those thoughts away, "Please, would you resume your position on the examination table?" she asked as professionally as she could. Watching Vulferam lay down again did nothing to help her to refocus on her task. "Ja freundliche gnädige Frau," he relaxed back with his fingers woven behind his head. "Fräulein," she corrected, "I am note bonded, married or mated." She began to search over his legs, purposely avoiding the palpable erection as best she could, removing all the shrapnel she could find and nearly faltering as he moaned at her fingers gently massaged his legs as she searched. Once she had searched all she could without touching him intimately she drew a deep breath and began to feel for anything that should not be on his very masculine organ. "You will not find anything foreign there," he groaned, "but you are welcome to continue what you are doing." His provocative invitation caused a maddening heat to grow between her thighs which took a lot of energy to reel back in. "As tempting as that sounds," she moaned painfully, "As your physician I must advise you to refrain from sexual activity for the time being and to eat as by what I felt from your torso you have not eaten enough for the last week." "I thought you nation was on rationing," he retorted as he replaced his clothing. "It is but we have our own sources of food for cases like this," Lissia had turned away to avoid another rush of heat to fill her sex, "the realm of Starlight has been providing us with a top up of rations for immortals and a select few humans. A were like yourself should not skip too many meals as your metabolism is directly linked with your ability to heal rapidly and shift painlessly." "I only shift when I have to," he said as he shrugged on his tattered shirt. Lissia froze at the revelation, "Only on the three nights of the full moon?" "Yes and I do not look forward to it," he was beginning to want to leave in search of a soft warm bed. "Why do you only shift during the full moon?" "I have always done it that way." Lissia continued her clean up, "Always?" Her one word question surprised Vulferam, "Yes, always. Without fail." A shiver ran up the vampire's spine, "Not even when you hunt?" The wolf laughed, "I am a warrior, I have no time to hunt." She kept her back to him for the moment as the disclosure sank in, a were that only changed at the full-moon could dangerous to everyone including themselves. According to what she understood not indulging the more primitive side of their personality led to their base creature to take full control during the height of the lunar cycle leaving the were with no recollection of what occurred during the three day period. "You should get to the mess hall and make an appearance," Lissia announced concealing her train of thought, "I'll organise something more substantial later this evening along with some clothing to replace your tattered uniform." Unexpectedly, he stroked her cheek with a silent guarantee that he was not finished with the vampiress, "I look forward to your visit," and with that he left her side and was quickly met with two human guards, who in reality could do nothing if the wolf decided to escape, and headed for the mess hall. Lissia took a moment to calm down and headed for Tristan's quarters for advice. Tristan sat on his bed sipping at an unsweetened coco and reading the bible, not that he paid any attention to what was in it as he waited for his prodigy to report to the CO and then fill him in. Tristan was a nosey person before he became a vampire nearly five thousand years earlier, it was his curiosity that made his mind up all those years ago to join a raven skinned stranger on his lonely voyage through existence. Chi had long since moved on to other companions as did Tristan. He heard the door open and close, he looked up to see Lissia looking as white as a sheet, "Are you alright?" he asked patting the bed next to him indicating for her to sit with him. "I," she rubbed her face as though fatigued, "I don't know." "Did something happen between you and the wolf?" Tristan asked, concerned that the overly muscled man had hurt his little Lissia. "I think so," she sighed at the memory of his scent, "Tristan, he smelt fantastic ... like honey mead." The priest cocked his eyebrow, "this is not going to end with numerous Hail-Mary's is it?" She laughed at the thought, "Tris, you know I don't believe in the Christian god," she flushed red in recollection of Vulferam's glorious naked body hard and proud before her, "But if I did it most certainly ended with me reciting the small prayers until dusk tomorrow." She giggled at the thought until another one focused in her mind, "it's the thirteenth today is it not?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "He only shifts during the full moon," she met her creator's eyes and nodded, "I believe he will be dangerous during that time, so we have two days to find a secure place for his change. Just in case." "The wine cellar is empty," Tristan informed her, "Has been since our beloved CO discovered the treasury of rare wines down there, I think he either moved them or drank them." Lissia laughed, "I never thought that Alec's taste for wine would be so useful." "Speaking of which," Tristan leaned back and stretched, "What was the Major's opinion of the man?" "I haven't talked to him yet," she looked away, "I was rattled by the captain." "Where is he now?" the priest asked. "I sent him to the mess hall," she explained as she stood up, "He hadn't eaten well for a while so I sent him there." Tristan studied his life long friend, "For a were who has not eaten properly he sure is an impressive specimen," he said knowing full well that he had yet to meet the Germanic wolf. "You can say that again," Lissia sighed until she realised that Tristan had not seen him yet. "Hang on, you don't even know what he looks like!" she cried out in frustration, he had tricked her into admitting something personal. The priest laughed, "My dear Lissia, it has been a long time since I have seen you riled over a man." "And what's that suppose to mean?" she shot back a glare to her friend and mentor. "All I'm saying is that it has been nearly two thousand years since 'what's his face'," he shrugged looking away to the window. "I thought you promised not mention Blandinus ever again?" Lissia continued to glare at Tristan and crossed her arms waiting for his excuse for talking about the Roman merchant who also a vampire. "Technically you mentioned his name first," Tristan countered playfully, "But it is true, he had you loosing your concentration." "Until I found him in bed with you," she huffed collapsing on the bed again. "I broke it off to make you happy you know," Tristan protested, "Shame really he did have such a wonderful body." The mock longing in his voice caused Lissia to giggle, "You know he's in America now." "Yes, I keep in touch with him as much as possible," he smiled cheekily, "I'm just waiting for my offspring to leave the nest." She picked up the pillow and threw it at him, "Catholic priest can't have partners of any kind." "This is only a front and you know it," he retaliated by pulling her hair. The two wrestled like children, laughing hard until the mirth faded. "Feeling better?" "I am, thank you," Lissia gave him a hug and stood up to leave, "I will fill Alec in on the situation. Could you help me by preparing the cellar for its new resident?" "I will remove all sharp object and clear away the cobwebs," Tristan smiled warmly at his friend and left to survey the abandoned wine cellar. Alec leaned back in his chair with his feet resting on his desk and a tumbler of scotch in his hand which he sipped. "All you're missing is the cigar and the image would be complete," Gabe teased from the door with a coy grin. "Damn it Gabe!" Alec cursed nearly spilling his scotch, "Don't you ever knock?" The cherub laughed, "Lissia's here to see you." Alec nodded and waited for the vampire to enter. She glided in with her usual grace and poise only with a worried look on her face. "Major," she greeted him with a dip of her head, "how much do you know about lycanthropes?" The question caught him off guard, "ah," he sat up straight and looked right at her, "a little." "And I'm not much better," she admitted, "what I do know is based on what I've heard from others so I can not verify if my fears are founded or not." Alec raised an eyebrow at her, "what is wrong?" Lissia hesitated, "he will only shift at the full moon and has no pack." "That could be a problem," he steepled his fingers in contemplation, "with what I understand about weres is that they need to shift on their own or they forcefully shift at the full moon." "That's my understanding," the good doctor agreed, "that and he should be with a pack instead of trying to make it through this world alone. He's a wolf and he needs family." Alec then voiced the main concern, "he could expose us when he shifts tomorrow." "He could kill everyone, Alec," Lissia added, her concern showing on her forehead, "Tristan suggested we put him in the wine cellar in case he does go classic wolfman on us." "You talked to your sire before me?" the Major asked with an irritated inflection, "You were required to come to me first." Lissia looked away, "I had something private to discuss with him, nothing to concern you." "It had better not, leech," the swan shifter sneered. The use of the derogatory remark hurt Lissia, it was something the pantheon had ruled as illegal but failed to enforce it. Uses of such terms as 'dog' for canine shifters and lycanthropes, 'cat', 'kitty' and 'pussy' for feline shifters and lycanthropes and 'leech', 'parasite' and 'bloodsucker' for vampires are considered offensive and should not be used by civilized beings of the worlds. "Play nice cobbling," her eyes darkened as she held him in her gaze, "How about I bring the wolf here so we can discuss the issue." She sighed and relaxed, "after I have a bite to eat." She turned to leave, "Gabe, I need a beverage," she said to the cherub as she left. "Bloody vampires!" Alec cursed returning to his decanter of scotch to pour another glass, "why did I have to work with a vampire and not another shifter or a liminal, even a nymph would be easier to handle than a vampire." "She's a qualified human doctor, Alec," Gabe answered his CO, "And you did not specify that you didn't want vampires." "Shut up Gabe." Vulferam had just finished changing into the clothing he was given by one of the guards after a quick shower and made his way to the mess hall. The clothes were a little small but did the job of replacing his ruined uniform for the moment. The mess hall appeared to be the formal dining room of the manor house, only all valuable items had been removed for safe keeping. The other men in the room all sat and ate in contentment as the food was reliable and delicious, if you liked sausages with boiled potatoes and vegetables. Vulferam grabbed a tray and moved to the line where the food was served by a grumpy looking man who had a limp as he moved to each item on the menu. With a tray full of food he made his way to a table and ate. After discovering that the food was a little less appetising than he first thought he let his mind wander to more pleasant things namely a chestnut haired beauty with hypnotic green eyes full lips and curves that made him weak at the knees. He sighed at the memory of her gentle hands, at least he believed they were gentle as most of his body had been injected with local anaesthetic. He wondered if her lips tasted as good as she smelled, like the wild flowers of his childhood home in spring. He thought it strange that a vampire with a body to die for could smell like anything but the typical sickly sweet stench of rotting flesh. Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 02 After finishing his plate he passed on the strange looking dessert called a trifle and sat back down to wait for someone to escort him to his quarters for the remainder of the evening. He thought back to his companions in Germany, did they know that he lived or that a beautiful woman need not be blond with blue eyes to be attractive? Probably not, many of them had fallen for the propaganda of the perfect race which made him a little sad. He wondered how they would have reacted to Lissia had they had the fortune to meet her, would they throw away their fair standards for the sinfully beautiful woman. He figured they would and he would have to beat their heads in for lusting after what was his. 'His? Where did that came from?' He speculated as to the origin of the sudden possessive thought. Another sigh escaped from his lips but it was cut short with the arrival of the object of his desires. Lissia glided into the mess hall and was instantly swamped by other prisoners who all claimed an illness or injury for her to look at. A growl rumbled in his chest at the pathetic sight of the men all trying to get her attention, but her eyes searched around until they fell on him and his stomach flipped at the smile she wore. She closed in on him ignoring the others until she sat with him, "I need you to come with me up to the major's office," she said quietly as the men began to fall back. "How do you do that?" he asked her, referring to the men flocking to her. "It's a vampire trait," her cheeks glowed lightly with a rose tint, "I am, for lack of a better word, a predator. I unconsciously lure prey to me so I can feed from them. Like a carnivorous plant only I don't kill me prey." He nodded, "is it only humans you feed from or can other species do it also?" he knew what he was really asking, was he just a morsel of blood seduced by her charms in her eyes? The pink in her cheeks deepened which shocked her, Lissia had not been so rattled by anyone, "I can feed from anyone with haemoglobin in their blood." He could see in his mind her lips on his throat in a slow succulent nibble, "what does the major want with me?" he asked shaking his head to rid the erotic image. "It's about something you told me before," she became serious, "the part about you only changing at the full moon." "Yes," he lounged back, "what about it?" "It's not normal," she explained, "you should change at least once a month under your own power, either for hunting, fighting or sexual activities with what I understand." The mentioning of sex did not ease Vulferam's mind rather throw it into more upheaval. Images of bending her over the table at which they sat and driving into her hot wet flesh flooded his mind. He needed to hear her call out his name in the throes of passion as he plundered her depths. "Vulferam?" Lissia called through his daydream, "are you alright?" she seemed genuinely worried for him. "Are vampires telepathic?" he asked, much to her surprise. "Only to their spouse," she answered cautiously. "Then I am alright," he grinned at her downing his watery black tea. "Ready to go?" "Sure," she caught his eyes with hers, "afterwards I can get you some actual food and some clothing that will fit." Vulferam could not help watching her as she stood to leave, he was so enraptured by her figure that he had to be prompted to move. Gabe announced Lissia and Vulferam's arrival to the major and returned to his work as the meeting commenced. The regular human side of the assignment was repetitive and boring, forms for this forms for that forms to scratch ones posterior. The monotony of his task found his leaning in to try hear the conversation on the other side of the door, the voices were at a level so he could hear them but not understand what was being said. "Anything of interest?" Tristan asked as he sat with the curious cherub. "Only if mumbling is what you want to hear," he replied with a shrug, "what ever it is then they do not want it known by us." The camp's priest grinned and filled Gabriel in with the issue at hand, "it's the perks of being Lissia's sire, she shares everything with me." "If you were born a woman you would be a notorious gossip," Gabe chuckled, "but this is serious. I have had experience with lycanthropes before, werelions to be precise." "So how bad is it?" "If wolves are anything like their feline cousins," the cherub paused to word it accurately, "he will black out for the three days and will be very dangerous during that time. There was a problem with the young males of Cumberland Pride a few years ago, they did it for kicks. Only it all ended badly, the king at the time had left for a run with the fertile females for a romp in the woods leaving the males unattended. He returned to find several of the pregnant lioness's dead from evisceration and many of the cubs missing." The colour drained from Tristan's face, "Do you think this wolf will do the same?" "The moon is a powerful force in lycanthropes," Gabriel explained, "they use it in all their rituals, regardless of species." "You had better tell our fearless leader then," the vampire advised, "Maybe you should educate our charge about his kind, you know more than the rest of us here." He yawned and cracked his knuckles, "You should also educate Lissia on all you know about the immortal world, apart from vampires and humans she knows next to nothing and we don't know if we will come across any more foolish immortals during this conflict." "Hm, yes," they looked up as the office door opened and the three neutral looking immortals exit, "Is everything alright?" Alec nodded, "yes, everything is fine." He cleared his throat, "Gabe I need the wine cellar cleared and the lighting fixed. Our guest will need if for a few days." "Yes sir," Gabe answered and left to recruit a few guards to complete the task. "Tristan," Alec turned his attention to the other vampire, "any reason why you are here?" "Just a chat with Gabriel, sir," he said standing to leave, "I hope your chat was as amusing as mine." He gave the swan a mischievous grin and left. "He knows more than he's letting on," Alec grumbled as he looked at Lissia. "I don't know what you mean sir," she responded with a smirk and left with Vulferam. Any non-english words I use have been translated by babelfish so forgive me if the context is out as I have been too lazy to learn. Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 03 I was informed by an anonymous person that the anti-aircraft guns used were a 50 Calibar, the bullets along with the shrapnel would have caused Vulferam a lot of damage. As I did not have a way to respond I will do so now, thank you for your feed back it was greatly appriciated. I would like to say that I was aware that the calibar of the weapons were high and the shrapnel would cause a great amount of damage to any human body, but my rendition of werewolves are more robust than most so Vulferam would have healed over anyway and I did allude to artifacts being removed from him. The particular type of AA Gun used was a QF 3.7 inch AA Gun which is still used today. Chapter 3: What to do about the Wolf? Vulferam sat on his cot alone in his quarters. He had been given a private room because of his lycanthropic nature. Lissia had said she would be back soon with some things for him so in the mean time he would acquaint himself with his new surroundings. He had a window, a bed, a table, a chair and a small set of draws; acquainting done. Laying back he stretched out and inevitably his mind wandered back to the delectable vampire, why did she smell of wild flowers? And why does she blush so much around him? Everything about her held him captive, the way her hands explored his body of foreign object was so sensual that he could not stop fantasising about what would have happened if things had continued. He felt the familiar twitch in his undergarments, the blood rushing to the centre of his lust at a painful rate. He checked the door to see if it was closed, which it was, then released himself from the confines of his undersized clothing. He groaned at the initial release of pressure but it was shortly appreciated as the cool air of the room did nothing to ease the arousal the vampiress had caused. In a moment of weakness he gripped the base of his towering erection with a firm hand as though to steady himself. Eventually the need within him grew too great and with a determined motion his hand began to alleviate the pent up pressure. All too quickly his hand increased in speed and the vision of the leggy vampire above him, straddling him with her succulent thighs as she moaned his name filled his mind. He could picture her ample breasts as they bounced with each thrust of his hips, her hair cascading down over her shoulders instead of up in the tight bun she greeted him in. He wished more than anything that his fantasy was real at that moment, his attraction to the predatory woman defied logic, he met her only a few hours ago and already he was fantasising about her in the most intense ways. "Lissia," he hissed out as he felt the wonderful tingling within his loins and shoot up the hardened flesh in his hand. As the euphoria subsided he opened his eyes to see the object of his fantasy standing with a clean outfit and a roasted leg of mutton. It would have been a welcoming sight if it were not for two things; she had found him with his dick in his hand and she had an ominous white substance splashed across her face and hair. "Feeling better I presume," she stated dryly and placed the clothing next to him on the bed and the plate of roasted meat on the table. "I apologise for my appalling behaviour," he quickly said as he sat up and wiped his ejaculate from her face, "how can I make it up to you?" Lissia sighed and sat next to him, "you aren't the first I have caught fantasising about my while 'easing the pressure' so to speak." He felt a flutter of relief followed by a surge of jealousy, "Like who?" he demanded. The vampire raised her brow in surprise, "myself," she teased with a playful smirk. Vulferam's emotions calmed, "I am sorry for my rudeness," he offered a shy smile, "thank you for the food and change of clothing." She wiped the remaining fluid from her hair, the scent driving her mad with her own lust. "You need to eat after that sizable expulsion of protein," she gave him a knowing smile, "I will get you more meat if you require it." Her offer was more like a dare to repeat his self pleasuring. He moved to the mutton on the table and began to eat like he had been starving for months, his manners reminiscent of a wild animal. The low grumble that emanated from his chest as he ate sounded like a hungry beast. After a short yet noisy session of eating the captain placed the bone on the plate and gave a satisfied belch. "Better?" Lissia asked. Vulferam nodded and wiped his mouth with the serviette, "thank you." "I should be going," Lissia announce and prepared to leave, "I have a few things I need to do before I retire for the night." He stood to bid her farewell when a thought crossed his mind, "is your allure always so strong that it beguiles the mind so strongly?" Lissia shuddered, "I have never seen it affect someone as powerfully as you." "What does that mean?" "It means that it might have something to do with your lunar cycle," she caught his gaze and became trapped. Vulferam moved closer, "how can you be sure?" he asked as his hands came up to stroke her face, "I feel I have known you all my life yet I know for a fact that is impossible." The doctor inhaled deeply, the honey mead aroma filling her head with need, "I know." The wolf took this as a signal to move closer, taking her face in his large hands, "What is happening Lissia?" The hunger he felt for her grew with each beat of his heart, the need to taste her lips becoming unbearable. "This is insane, the desire I feel toward you is impeding my ability to think clearly." His lips brushed against hers, his tongue tentatively traced the plumb luscious opening of her mouth. "Please Lissia, just one taste." His begging was her downfall, melting into his kiss in a slow tender embrace. Vulferam's victory increased with his scent clinging to Lissia from his little accident earlier. His arms wound their way around her body pulling her closer to him in a possessive hold. A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest, he had not felt this good since he was human, it was almost like going home after a particularly bloody battle to someone who truly cared, nay loved him. "Fraternising with the enemy?" Tristan asked innocently from the door. "Tristan!" Lissia jumped with fright. Vulferam snarled at the intruder, "leave now vampire!" he demanded, drawing Lissia protectively behind him. Tristan grinned, "You can't get out of the 'Hail Mary's' now Lissia." Lissia looked like a teen caught in a compromising position, "Tristan what are you doing here?" The priest walked past them and sat in the wooden chair, "I came to see if my prodigy was alright as she did not leave the room as quickly as I initially thought she would." He looked Vulferam over with a critical eye, "I hope your intentions are honourable sir." Vulferam responded with another growl. "You must let her go to get some sleep as she has been up most of the day to prepare for your arrival." He appeared to ignore Tristan's comment as he had turned away towards Lissia. "I cannot allow you to be tired," he sighed leaning his head against hers, "Dream of me tonight as I will be dreaming of you." Lissia felt light headed, never in her long life had she ever heard such sweet words from anyone and mean it. "I will," she replied and quickly berated herself for the sterile response. Vulferam smiled and gave her another kiss, "Good night my dear Lissia." He reluctantly released her from his grasp and watched her leave. She paused at the door, stealing one last glance at the tall warrior wolf before disappearing with her sire. Gabriel huffed at the amount of dust and grime that coated the walls and floor of the cellar. The empty wine racks acting like a skeleton for the copious amounts of cobwebs left by hundreds of spiders. The cherub grumbled at the task ahead of him which would have to be done the more human way as he was ordered to use a few of the guards to help him. A quick flap of his wings and a little divine magic could have the cellar clean without the frustration of waiting for these men to finish their tea breaks every ten minutes. The cellar was a fantastic idea considering how dire the situation was concerning the German werewolf, Gabriel had had little to do with wolves in his time in the lower realms though they did fascinate him. Out of all the lycanthropes in the worlds it was the wolves that were the most unique, they were the only species to mate for life, they lived in packs that acts like one big family and are one of the most powerful immortals to walk the planet. Their secretive nature has kept them as one of the most numerous immortals also, second only to vampires who coincidently live in the same secretive manner as wolves. "Corporal," called one of the cleaners, "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help?" The man out ranked the cherub and looked he looked ready to pull rank to motivate him into lending a hand. "I was ordered to ask you to do it," Gabe replied, "by the major." "Well corporal," the sergeant grinned, "your pretty hands are going to get dirty. Get to work!" Gabriel grumbled and picked up a broom to start sweeping. The stench was unbelievable, he could swear that most of the dirt was mice muck or worse. A few dead bodies of mice and a couple of rats, some of them mummified some of them rotting in a very gooey manner which only made the cherub's stomach churn. "I will need a shovel for this, not a broom." His complaint fell on deaf ears as a couple of men on the other side of the spacious cellar began tossing the dead rats at on another. "Oi! Cut that out you two!" the sergeant screamed at them, startling one who had just flicked a rat towards Gabriel hitting him square in the face, leaving liquefied internal organs splattered over his body. "Now look what you two 'ave done," the sergeant chuckled at the formally pristine corporal Gabriel, "you've gone and messed up our pretty corporal Gabe." "I am a clerk," Gabe protested, "I am not meant to rough it in the filth of this order. I should be catching up with paperwork not being the butt of your amusement." The cherub threw down the broom, "I'm going for a shower." The men laughed as Gabriel left, slamming the door behind him. "Our precious corporal can't handle a bit of mess," one of the younger men snickered. "Get back to work!" the sergeant screamed. Gabriel hurried through the corridors to the nearest bathroom and jumped under the shower before the warm water could make it to the showerhead. Not bothering to remove his uniform he washed the decaying remains of the rodent from his clothing. "What in God's name is that smell," Tristan cursed as he entered to brush his teeth. "A run in with the cleaning crew for the cellar," the cherub huffed as he scrubbed. "Dead rat huh?" Tristan chuckled. "I cannot wait until this assignment is over," Gabe continued, "Humans can be so annoying." He began to remove his sopping uniform and stretch his wings. "Why don't you transfer to another assignment?" "I can't," Gabe mumbled, "I have unfinished business." "Anything I'm allowed to know?" the vampire priest sounded excited about the prospect of some new information. "It's personal," he sighed. He took a deep breath, "At least I do not have to clean the cellar now." "Why didn't you just," Tristan snapped his fingers, "you know, do your angelic voodoo thing?" Gabriel laughed, "Alec ordered the men to do it and I stupidly lagged behind and got roped into it." "Daydreaming?" "Not quite," Gabe turned the shower off and reached for a towel, shaking his wings off. "I finally have an excuse to learn more about the elusive werewolves." "They aren't that bad are they?" Tristan chuckled, "I mean don't they interact with humans?" "They do," Gabe confirmed, "but it's their life away from society that intrigues me." He finished up and left for his room. Lissia laid back on her bed, her lips still tingling from Vulferam's kiss. She felt like a young girl again infatuated with the bravest warrior of the village only now she was older and the warrior showed as much interest in her as she did with him. And Vulferam's godly good looks makes ... what ever his name was ... look average at best. She knew she needed to sleep, she was after all the camp's doctor and had many patients to care for. Rolling onto her side and sighed, she felt so alone in her room. She never felt lonely before not in all her long life had she felt the need to be with anyone but Vulferam had managed to entice the longing in her in less than a few hours. "What is happening?" she asked herself, "what is it about the wolf?" Tristan had remained oddly quiet after catching them together, his usual cheerful self conspicuously absent and replaced with a curious expression that he glanced in her direction every few steps. He had the courtesy not to question her once they passed her room only to mumble something about needing to brush his teeth. She suspected that he was trying to assimilate what he saw into his brain. Her thoughts quickly returned to Vulferam, she was mesmerised the moment she entered his room earlier. He looked more impressive than he had in the infirmary, his hand gripping the masculine flesh in firm stroke as he moaned her name. She wanted to be doing more than just stand there and watch him, he had not even noticed she had entered the room until he exploded with the creamy white nectar that smelled as delightful as he did. When the hot stream landed on her face and hair she swore she too had shattered at that moment. He was so embarrassed for the his indiscretion that she had to alleviate his discomfort, to make him feel better. Lissia went to run her hand through her hair when Vulferam's scent caught her off guard, from where she had wiped away his lustful expulsion from her head. The strong sweet aroma igniting a fire deep within her and the memories of Vulferam's heated kiss flashed into her mind. His soft lips against hers felt like a dream, the one singular perfect moment if only they had not been disturbed. She wanted to feel his gentle hands caressing her naked body, to feel his lips explore her sensitive skin with tender kisses. With a shuddering breath Lissia realised that her fantasy had clouded her mind, whilst wanting her dream to be true her own hands had travelled down to the hidden valley between her thighs in a vain attempt to simulate her desired lover only to find that her release eluded her. She rubbed the delicate little bundle of nerves with her thumb as she plunged her fingers into her flowing canal with all the speed she could muster and still only tilted on the precipice of bliss. With her free hand she tweaked her nipples for the extra stimulation she needed and still nothing. A thought struck her, something she had only ever done once before as an experiment. She allowed her little finger of her vigorously pumping hand to drift south to the tight little rosette and pushed in, imagining her wolf above her claiming her hungry body. It was enough to bring her racing to her climax crying out Vulferam's name longingly. With her heart racing she wanted nothing more than to feel his body next to hers to just hold her. She pulled her pillow to her chest and sighed. Was she in love with this foreign wolf? She had heard of such intense romances from the old stories but never believed that it could ever come true. It was said that the vampire king and queen of the kingdom of Britain had such a fairytale courtship but even they had drifted apart over time. Every love affair Lissia ever had had ended badly and she had given up on trying any more, but Vulferam had her questioning her decision. The possibility of anything between the two of them would be impossible, he a wolf, she a vampire, they were from two completely different worlds. "It's nice to dream," she signed sadly clutching the pillow tighter and drifting into sleep. Alec waited for the manor settle into a peaceful night before he opened the window of his office. He had neglected his swan for the last few weeks and missed his mate and cygnets to the point of depression, so he decided to visit them. The cold night air was inviting like a promise of what awaited him in Derbyshire. He discarded his uniform and shifted into a snow white swan. He stretched his wings enjoying the way his feathers spread out. He took flight towards his home where his beautiful pen waited for him. The moonlit night provided him enough light for him to find his way. He last saw his family in the summer, a beautiful warm sunny day in July. He had taken them to a pond for a swim and a bit of fishing for their dinner. Alec was lost in his thoughts he did not notice the hunter below until a solitary shot rang out and clipped his wing. In a panic the swan began to fall rapidly to the ground. He could not let them near him as he knew that the moment he hits the ground he will shift back to a man and trouble will erupt. His fortune of landing on a bush was short lived, his body returning painfully to that of a man. His wait causing the broken branches to stick into his ribs. He knew that he had to move and fast, praying that the hunter did not have dogs with him. His prayers were unanswered when two Springer Spaniels approached quickly. "Shoo!" Alec tried to wave them away but their inquisitive noses just pushed past the branches of the shrub to sniff him. "Go away!" The dogs stopped and cocked their heads in confusion, Alec smelled like a swan but had the body of a man. Alec's fear only increased when a man with a shot gun followed the dogs and saw him behind the bush. "Oh I'm sorry," the man apologised, "If I'd known someone was out here I would not have come out hunting." The man sounded somewhat educated, "I don't suppose you've seen a bird fall around here have you?" "No I haven't," Alec replied, "I wouldn't have a spare coat with you? I seem to have lost my clothing after my swim this afternoon." The lie flowed easily from the major's lips, it was not the first time he used it. "A little cool to be swimming sir," the man said as he removed his jacket and handed it to Alec. "Thank you," he wrapped the over sized jacket around him, "I thought I would catch my death out here." "How about you come back to the house," the man offered, "I'll get you some clothes so you can go home." The dogs followed the men, still trying to work out why Alec smelled like a swan. Back at the man's house they were greeted by a short plump woman with rosy cheeks, "Who is our guest, dearest?" she asked bringing over a cup of hot tea, "oh it looks like you need it more than my Ernest," she handed Alec the tea before he could say a word. "Give the man some space Dory," Ernest chuckled ushering Alec over to the agar to warm up. Dory waddled over to the pantry, "You wouldn't happen to have shot anything out there tonight did you?" she asked her husband as she pulled out a loaf of bread and a jar of strawberry jam. "No," Ernest sighed, "I thought I did but I must have missed." "Not to worry my love," she smiled at him, "it will just have to be snoek and boiled potatoes again." Ernest grumbled, "I hate that stuff." He left to get Alec a change of clothes. Alec felt a little guilty for this nice older couple who were clearly victims of the depression and now the war. He hated seeing humans suffering because of the conflict that consumed their corner of the world. He watched the woman named Dory cut and add jam to the bread. She seemed happy enough but avoided Alec's gaze due to his state of undress. "I would have thought a strapping young lad like yourself would be up at the front," She said filling the kettle for more tea. Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 03 "I am a guard at Crewe Hall," he informed her, "And I have to get back soon." Dory laughed, "you will have to wait until morning, the car doesn't have lights." Alec slumped in his chair, he not only had miss a night with his mate but not would be getting back to Crewe until the morning in broad daylight for all to laugh at. Ernest came in with a change of clothes and a blanked, "you can sleep on the couch tonight." "Ernest Charles Duncan, don't you even think to make this poor man sleep in the chilly old parlour," Dory chided her husband, "Let him sleep in Mitchell's room, he won't mind." "If you say so," Ernest sat at the kitchen table and helped himself to a piece of bread. Alec left the room to put on the clothing. He inspected his arm where the pellets had struck him, luckily only three had actually hit him and had healed quickly. After eating some jammy bread and downing another cup of hot black tea he settled in for the night. Gabriel awoke early to a light shower of rain against his bedroom window. He stretched and rose from his bed scratching his neck and wings. He dressed at a leisurely pace when there was a knock at his door. "Yes?" he called out, retracting his wings. The door opened to one of the human guards, "Corporal, I was wondering when was the last time you saw Major Coburn?" "Last night," he answered, "is something the matter?" Gabe turned his full attention to the soldier at the door. "This morning the major did not show up for the morning brief," he explained, "his room was empty and his office window was left open all night." Gabe wondered if Alec had gone for a flight the previous night to visit his family, if so he probably had over slept. "I am sure he is not to far away." The two went up to the CO office to investigate the ominous open window, Gabe's suspicion had been confirmed. "He'll be back soon." The man left and Gabe could get a better look at the room. He found the major's uniform folded neatly on a chair in the corner, the major had gone out for a flight and had not returned yet. His thoughts were disrupted by an obscene sounding car horn. The cherub moved over to the window to see a dilapidated old car and the major getting out of the car in oversized clothing. Gabe could see from his position, Alec looked grateful to the driver and trudged inside. Something about the scene tickled Gabriel. Tristan over heard the commotion throughout the hall, something had the mortals excited this morning. He quickly made his way to the infirmary for his breakfast and went up to see Alec about the fuss. Upon reaching the CO's office he saw Gabe laughing hard at his desk, "Hello father," he giggled, "I believe what you are after is down in the foyer." The camp's priest ventured to the foyer as advised and saw a very embarrassed Alec Coburn standing in an outfit that was at least three sizes too big for his lithe form and very red faced, "Good god man," Tristan smirked at the spectacle, "what have you been up to?" Alec shuffled after Tristan as they walked up stairs towards Alec's room, "Is it not obvious?" he huffed. "I figured that you would talk to me when you were ready," Tristan snickered trying not to look too amused. "I need a clean uniform," Alec grumbled and walked a little faster giving Tristan the hint to leave him alone, which the vampire ignored. "You would feel a lot better if you talked about it," the priest chuckled at the futile attempted escape. "No I won't," the major responded dryly as they arrived at his bedroom door, "Now if you will excuse me." He closed the door on the vampire only to now find him lounging on his bed, "Will you take a hint to leave me alone or do I actually have to tell you?" Tristan smiled mischievously at the major, "I sense hostility from you Alec," his mocking remark doing nothing to loosen the swan's lips. "How did you figure that one out?" Alec's sarcasm stained drawl only caused the vampire to grin wider. "My usual polite mannerisms too subtle for even your super human senses?" "I see you are not in the mood to talk," Tristan sighed ignoring Alec's temper, "I need a cup of tea, would you like one, sir?" The swan calmed, "Please, in my office in ten minutes." Gabe made sure that a pot of tea and some short bread biscuits were waiting on the major's desk. Alec had swung by Lissia's office to get the pellets removed and then went down to check the condition of the cellar for their guest. "I didn't think we would see you this morning, doctor," Gabe greeted the lovely vampiress as she entered with Alec. "I was hoping for something a little stronger than black tea," she smiled in Alec's direction who understood her silent request and retrieved a bottle of amber liquid from his cabinet. "It's bourbon all the way from the bayous of Louisiana," Alec informed her, "you could run a car on this stuff." He offered her a tumbler with soda. "Thank goodness I don't have to worry about liver damage," Lissia chuckled and downed the contents of the glass in one gulp. "Another?" Alec handed her the bottle and sat down as Tristan entered, "a little early in the morning for hard liquor isn't it?" he asked his prodigy. "No," she replied flatly and poured another for herself, "Anyway it wasn't that long ago we were having beer with breakfast." "It's been three hundred years Liss," Tristan informed her, "Let it go." She blew a raspberry at him then sighed, "how is the cellar coming along?" Tristan snickered now that the true reason for her odd behaviour revealed itself, "the sergeant is asking too many questions about why we are cleaning out a useless room but apart from that we are ready for tomorrow night." "Why don't you do that mind thingie you do to make him forget?" Lissia asked her sire. Tristan took the bottle away from her, "if you actually put in the time to practice you could do it." He took a swig and placed it back in the cabinet, "why don't you go and have a look at it?" She nodded, "maybe I should let our guest see his lunar accommodation?" Tristan snorted, "wanting to finish what you started last night?" Alec and Gabe shot Lissia questioning looks, "Care to elaborate doctor?" Alec asked her. "Care to elaborate as to why you had shot gun pellets in your arm and was driven here by an Oldsmobile in clothing that were made for a much larger man?" Lissia countered with a challenging smirk. When Alec did not answer she chuckled, "I thought so." "So what is the wolf doing right now?" Gabe asked distracting from the current tension. "He's down in the garden with the other prisoners for their morning walk," Lissia notified him, "I'm sure he's behaving himself." "He wasn't last night," Tristan added whilst checking his nails, "but I believe you also weren't behaving last night." "Tristan!" she hissed angrily, "drop it!" Gabriel shot a look at Lissia, "What happened Lissia?" he asked a hint of pain in his voice. In the blink of an eye Lissia disappeared, leaving a gash on Tristan's cheek, "I suggest we drop it like she asked," he advised the other two men as he checked the blood on his hand, "We don't want any unnecessary accidents." "What do you mean?" Gabe asked. "She is one who is vicious when angered," the vampire sighed, "an unfortunate general from a golden age of human history upset her once and was convicted of treason shortly after." "I'm thinking we'll drop the subject," Alec said. I must admit that I am loving this story so much and isn't it nice to have something to distract us from this dreary world? I know you agree with me :Þ Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 04 Here is another Chapter for everyone :Þ Chapter Four: Into the Dungeon. Lissia was angry at her sire, how could he embarrass her like that in front of everyone! She was so angry that she did not take any notice of where she ran to until she bumped into a large barrel chest, "I'm sorry," she apologised as she picked herself up off the ground. "Don't be," Vulferam smiled down at her as he offered her his hand. Lissia was stunned at what had happened, she had run into the one person she wanted to be near. "What is wrong?" She felt a stab of pain at what had just occurred in the major's office, "Have you ever been betrayed by someone you trusted?" "I left my family," he reminisced sadly, "I was the one who done the hurting. I am sure my mother would have been heart broken." "How would you feel if your mother had disclosed a personal secret with others?" She asked him quietly so the other prisoners could not hear. "Probably the same as you feel right now," he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, "It was that Tristan, wasn't it." Lissia nodded, "He is my sire, he is like a father to me and he told Alec and Gabe about us last night." Vulferam growled, "He hurt you?" his grip on her increased. "Vulferam you're hurting me," she told him, "But don't let go." She buried her face into his chest. He had the overwhelming urge to protect his beautiful vampire and avenge her pain but her request for him not to let go sent his heart soaring. He guided her to a secluded corner of the garden and sat down under a tree and pulled her into his lap. "Don't cry beautiful Lissia," he soothed, "It pains me to see you so upset." He pulled a handkerchief out from her pocked and dabbed her tears away, "Do you need to blow your nose?" The vampiress laughed and rested her head on his shoulder, "We've cleared out the cellar for you whilst you change." "Thank you," he said laying his head on hers, "It would be the first time I will be out of the way, so I will not harm anyone." He sounded pleased, "Will I have bedding and food down there?" "I will make sure of it," she nuzzled into his neck and took a deep breath, "I love the way you smell," she thought aloud wrapping her arms around his chest. Vulferam groaned as she pressed against him, "I like the way you smell too," he responded, "Something I will never get tired of." He gave a small chortle, "And it's getting stronger." The vampire could feel her sadness ebb away and desire quickly flowing in to replace it, an irrational need to take Vulferam right here under the tree grew exponentially. Before she knew it she was unbuttoning his shirt to touch his skin to run her fingers through the blond hair of his chest. She crushed her lips against his in a ferocious kiss. The wolf liked where this was going, Lissia's explorative fingers rousing him to the heights of arousal he could only feel with her. His own hands began to lift her blouse to feel the smooth creamy skin of her waist then slid them down under her clothing to the soft curve of her delicious bottom. He wanted to do more, to rip her clothing completely away from her delectable body and ravish her right there. "Vulferam," she moaned, "Vulferam, I love the sound of your name." His hands squeezed her soft buttocks and she moaned louder, "Yes! Touch me, make me yours." Her words were his undoing, flipping her onto her back he tore her shirt open along with her brassier. He stopped to admire the perfection he saw in the delicate globes of her breasts, "You are perfect." He laid a kiss over her heart then rested his ear to listen to the rhythmic beating. "I never knew vampires had a heartbeat." "All living things have a heartbeat," she sighed as he began to kiss her chest once more, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tips. "I'm glad," he mumbled between teasing nibbles. She tasted as delicious as her scent and he wanted to taste more. He crawled over her, trailing his kisses up to her neck scrunching her skirt up as he nestled between her thighs. "Yes," Lissia cried moving her body against his, "Take me!" Vulferam growled possessively as he tore her underwear away and loosened his belt with the overpowering scent of her arousal hitting his nose with the force of a sledge hammer. "You are mine!" he roared as he lined up to take her body. Their moment ruined once again by Tristan, "Don't you two think you should move out of view of the other prisoners?" He asked them. Vulferam scanned the area and noticed a few pairs of eyes on them and he snarled at the voyeurs, covering Lissia with his body, "Leave!" The prisoners left quickly leaving the three alone, "I would recommend that you dress and get inside," Tristan advised them. "It would be wise if you abstain from each others company for now." He turned his back to them to allow them to dress again, "At least until after your sabbatical during the full moon wolf." Vulferam did not like being told what he could and could not have, neither did Lissia but both could understand the logic of the advice. The full moon was a day away and its influence was already beginning to effect the German wolf in his behaviour and emotions. He reached his hand out to Lissia, "I will not leave her side," the wolf stated sternly. Tristan did not like this, his paternal instincts towards Lissia screamed for him to remove the girl from the wolf's side but something else lingered in the back of his mind. "You need to get inside now," Tristan felt old all of a sudden, like a father finding out his daughter was interested in boys. This was utterly ridiculous as she has been quite promiscuous in the past but always with humans and never for too long as he assumed that she never believed in love. The look in her eyes now spoke that was no longer the case. "I will talk to you later, Tristan," Lissia glared and moved to leave with Vulferam, still holding his hand. Both Lissia and Vulferam felt frustrated, neither of them wanted to go their separate ways but knew that Lissia had a job to do. Vulferam had walked with the beautiful vampire to her office door and pushed her up against it, "I will be waiting for you," he whispered in her ear. Lissia wound her arms around his chest and nuzzled into his neck, "Meet me by the cellar later," she pleaded, "I will deal with my patients as quickly as possible." "Good," he lifted her lips to his and kissed her tenderly, "I love you." She was sure her heart stopped at those words, the honesty behind them filled her with both fear and elation. He loved her and did not hesitate to say so. She remembered to breath when Vulferam's eyes grew concerned, "You love me," she did not need to ask or sound unsure, she felt it like a warm blanket wrapping around her. He nodded and kissed her again, "Yes," that single word was whispered against Lissia's lips making her shiver with delight. He waited for her to reciprocate but none came only her eyes wide in astonishment. He smiled as he had affectively silenced her with his heartfelt words. A day ago he just felt relief at not fighting now those thoughts were a world away and his mind was now focused on making a life with this delectable vampire. Never before had he ever felt the need to settle down and make a home, now he did and it was an euphoric feeling. He wanted a normal life with all the trimmings, if it was possible, he had no idea if they could have a family but he would definitely give it a good shot. The image of his vampire impaled on his body as he drives her into madness with his relentless thrusts had him grinning wide. As though reading his thoughts, Lissia had wrapped her legs around his waist and ground herself against him purring with impassioned lust. "Say it again," she sighed, "Tell me that you want me, that you love me." She pulled his lips to hers in a hungry kiss that had the wolf growling like a ravenous animal. "I love you," he moaned, "I need you." He did, right there in the hall. He found his hands moving much like they did in the garden, finding their way under the off white blouse to the creamy flesh underneath. "Vulferam," Lissia gasped, "We can't! Not here!" Vulferam paused and retreated slightly, stealing another kiss. "I have to get my work done, then I will let you have your wicked, wicked way with me." The wolf sighed and pressed his body to hers, "And you will let me do anything?" He asked suggestively. "Anything," she smirked cheekily, "Everything ... all night!" He released her, "Tonight, every night, I will take you to brink of ecstasy and make you forget ever lover you ever had." With a final kiss he left her in the hall. "I already have." Tristan felt confused, what could make his progeny act so out of character? Was the wolf also gifted in the arts of a mage? Had he bewitched Lissia? The vampire was so caught up in his train of thought that he did not hear Gabriel enter the priest's room. "Something on your mind, father?" Gabe asked. Tristan did not stop his pacing, "In all the years since I rescued her, not once has she been so ... so ..." The vampire was more pale than usual, "I caught her in the garden with the wolf in a compromising position." Gabe's jaw dropped, "No!" he cried in disbelief. "I just don't understand it," Tristan slumped into his armchair, "She has never been this obsessed over anyone." Gabe wanted to comfort Tristan but was too shocked at the revelation of Lissia's actions, "What possessed her to act so wantonly?" "I do not know," he sighed, "It is like she has been cursed. I believed that the wolf is a mage or something akin to it, but I have not known mages and weres to interbreed." "Maybe they are mates," Gabe announced dejectedly, "That is the only explanation." "Mates?" Tristan questioned, "Like destiny and all that?" Gabriel began to pace now, "Some species are designed to seek out their genetic equal and opposite but there is also an underlying trait that is not easily explained, they seek someone who is compatible with their personality." "It sounds like a perfect match is guaranteed," Tristan remarked dryly, "Vampires have a name for that, soul mates and each vampire hopes to find their match. But it does not promise happiness." "Do all vampires react so miserably when they think about their soul mate?" "It varies from person to person," Tristan explained, "Vampires by nature are polygamous so soul mates tend to fight frequently over jealousy." "That doesn't sound like soul mates," Gabe commented, "It sounds more like choosing a verbal sparring partner for life." "Which is why I never thought Lissia would ever fall into that trap," The priest felt the weight in his heart, "I'm scared for her." "I understand," Gabe nodded, "Is there anything I can do?" Tristan shook his head, "I think she may be ready to move on." Alec pulled the communication scroll out of his desk draw along with a quill and began to write to the farming community of Starlight, tended to by a herd of bovine shifters. He asked for meat, specifically a whole mutton carcass for their guest's duration in the cellar and anything else they could give for the family who had helped him. The letters appeared as though someone was writing them in the room, 'We have several turkeys, a side of beef and some smoked bacon to spare, will that suffice?' Alec grinned and replied, 'More than enough. Thank you.' 'Will deliver tonight in the usual place.' The usual place was the cellar of the King's Head Inn which was run by a widowed succubus who had a knack of keeping the local police focused on her when any supplies arrived. From there the supplies were distributed by her children to the recipients around town. Alec stretched and leaned back in his chair feeling good about himself, yes he missed seeing his family but the thought of a good deed for the lonely couple made his day. Yes, today felt good and there was nothing that could ruin it. The calm was short lived as an urgent knocking rapped on his office door and one of the guards poked his head in, "Sir, we have a problem." Vulferam had joined the other prisoners in the mess hall, somewhat reluctantly, to play cards to pass the time. His body may have been in the large hall with the other POWs but his mind was elsewhere. Normally he would have caught on that the others at his table were cheating but he could not care less, only the sight of Lissia's lust filled eyes occupied his thoughts at that moment. "Captain Tresler," one of the other men at the table called, "What is the fun of cheating if you don't react to it." Vulferam blinked to find that he had lost another hand, "Sorry, I was thinking about something." "You mean someone," one of the other men smirked, "Like a particularly tasty English doctor?" The men at the table chuckled, "We heard about what happened in the garden." Vulferam growled at the suggestive tone of the man's voice, "I would leave Lissia out of this conversation if I were you." The man laughed, "You speak as though she belongs to you," he licked his lips and moved in closer, "You are not the only prisoner to have tasted her body, she likes new meat." Tresler was snarling now, "Shut your mouth now, that is no way to talk about a lady!" The man snorted, "I doubt she ever was a lady with the things she can do with her mouth I would say she was a professional whore ..." his declaration cut short with a fist to the mouth. Vulferam had pounced on the man and proceeded to attack him for the insults he had given his Lissia. He had landed on the man with great force and Vulferam felt several of his ribs give way. He repeatedly punched the man in the face when three guards grabbed him from behind and hurled him of the now bloody and beaten man, "Right you!" The elder guard yelled, "You're off to the Major!" Vulferam threw the men off and went to attack the man again, "Easy big guy," another guard tried to calm Vulferam down by standing between him and the offending man bleeding on the floor. The wolf wanted the man dead for being so disrespectful and just swatted the guard out of the way. "Vulferam!" Gabe called as he entered quickly after hearing the commotion from down the hall. He did not need to see what was happening or who was involved to know who was the centre of the conflict, "Do you think Lissia would be happy that you killed one of her patients?" He backed down, "I would do nothing to upset her," the captain declared visibly calming. He was quickly grabbed again and led out of the room leaving Gabe to take the poor injured man to the infirmary. The vampiress sat at her desk with a tray of blood tests from the prisoners who had fallen sick over the last few weeks. She picked up one sample and drank it like a shot of alcohol and waited, when nothing happened she filled in the report that the patient was fine and moved on to the next. Truth be told Lissia had never sent any of the samples to the pathologist for testing, why would she when she could tell exactly what was wrong with the patient just from her body's reaction to it. For any viral condition she gets a brief hot flush, bacterial infections gives a hint of nausea, any form of cancer makes her feel stiff and sore. So far only a couple of the men had influenza but that was about it. Treating them was simple, a drop of her blood in with a 'vitamin injection' to help them manage the illness. It would work that way with all human ailments, however the treating of potentially fatal diseases and conditions must be left alone for the sake of the immortal community. Her report writing was stopped when the door opened and closed quietly, "Just take a seat and I'll be with you in a moment," she automatically said without looking up. "I think he could use help sooner than that," Gabe's worry stained tone ripped Lissia away from her work. "Shit!" she cried and dove to the man's side, "What happened?" "Your boyfriend beat me up," the patient moaned. Lissia looked up at Gabe who confirmed the statement with a nod, "I don't know exactly what happened but the dear captain lost his temper in a spectacularly violent way." The vampire reached for the medication in the top cupboard, a nice strong dose of morphine to relax the patient and then she would knock him out to heal him. "Did you even get your medical licence?" Gabriel asked her as he watched her work. Once the man was under she shook her head, "No need to, I have had plenty experience with human anatomy over the years and I can heal any illness or injury with a few drops of my blood." "You fraud," Gabe chuckled as he helped Lissia change the patient into something more appropriate for his recovery. "Yes but the paperwork is really simple to fake so why not?" she retorted with a grin, "Anyway, I have had much more experience with the human body than any of the doctors alive." "Orgies don't count, Lis," Gabe smirked. The mention of orgies had her determination to remain professional for the day crumble into the memory of Vulferam on her examination table, naked and begging for attention. How she regretted not acting on her desires the previous evening to take the delectable wolf when he so mischievously suggested it. "Lissia? Are you alright?" Gabe called her out of her daydream. The doctor blinked and shook her head, "Sorry, I just zoned out." Gabriel looked concern, "Lis, you've been motionless for ten minutes." "Really?" She asked with disbelief, "But I could have sworn that it was only a moment." "You should get back to work," the cherub said, turning his attention to the unconscious man on the examination table, "Won't he be waking up soon?" "Not with what I gave him," she admitted, "There was a dash of morphii blood in the morphine." "Blood from a dream demon? Where did you get that from?" "I have my ways," Lissia said flatly as she began to withdraw a syringe of her own blood to inject into the patient, "Anyway I need him out until a suitable amount of time has passed for his recovery so not to draw attention." She set the syringe on the table and checked that the broken ribs were in the correct positions and his nose and cheek bone would heal fine, "Okay, here it goes." She bandaged him up and injected her blood. "How long should this take?" "Not long but he will be out for over a week," she began, "Don't worry, he'll be fine because of my blood," she added at the concern etched on Gabe's face. "Now I must check on my other patient." "He's not injured," Gabe informed her, but she had already left. His blood had now cooled and now Vulferam felt the weight of guilt at attacking a man who only wanted to share some friendly banter, he stood before Alec and accepted the full force of his lecture of keeping their existence secret and the responsibility to all their kind to keep it that way. "What do you have to say for your self?" Alec demanded when he had finished his tirade. "I apologise for my actions," Vulferam uttered in an embarrassed whisper, "I do not know what came over me." He felt ashamed, what kind of man attacks another over a suggestive comment? An unsubstantiated one at that. "That makes two of us," Alec walked around from behind his desk, "You are too dangerous to leave with the other prisoners." The swan sighed, "I will need to place you in the cellar for solitary confinement, until your wolf can calm." Vulferam nodded, "I understand," the wolf was humbled. He had thought the same thing, he should be isolated from the others to keep them safe particularly his Lissia. "I will go there now, if I can be shown the way." Alec felt sorry for the big man, after the short amount of time he had spent there he had become quite attached to the vampiress. Had this been under more peaceful circumstances he dared to believe the two of them would bond as life mates. He hoped that the war would end soon to give the two lovers a chance, maybe that would ease the stress Vulferam was experiencing. "I will have someone take you there shortly," Alec announced, "I am sorry but it needs to be done." Within a few minutes a guard entered to take Vulferam to the cellar, "I am so sorry," Alec repeated himself as Vulferam walked away. He hated to admit it but the German Werewolf was growing on him, he could not blame the man for attacking his fellow prisoner for offending the object of his desires for Alec would have done the same thing if someone had offended his mate in such a way. Alec more than anyone understood the need to protect ones love and he had on more than one occasion and his protective nature towards her only increased since they had their brood of cygnets nearly eighty years ago. Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 04 The urge to see his mate again began to grow once more, he needed her more than ever. He did however deciding to take a car there rather than risking another flight right after the pickup of the meat order. The guard watched Vulferam with caution, he had heard why the new prisoner was being placed in the cellar for his violent outburst. The large blond man showed no sign of aggression which only caused the guard to worry about his own safety even though his commanding officer had assured it. "You have nothing to fear young man," Vulferam said startling the guard, "As long as you do not voice anything derogatory about the lovely doctor I will not harm you." "I would never say anything bad about her," he admitted truthfully, "She is a lady and must be treated as one." Vulferam chuckled, "That she is." "I'm John by the way," the guard introduced himself, "I was not able to join my brother in the army fighting your lot, flat feet." "Vulferam," the wolf retorted offering his hand which the guard reluctantly took, "And I am a glutton for punishment it seems." John laughed at the half smirk on Vulferam's lips but missed the sadness in his eyes. The thick wooden door he was to be trapped behind loomed ahead at the bottom of a set of stairs. He would not have any contact with his precious Lissia until his monthly curse was over and although it would be four days it would feel much longer. They stopped before the door and both prisoner and guard had grim expressions as though any mirth they had felt drained away with each step down they took. "I don't know why they are putting you down here," John commented, "Normally those heading for solitary are taken to the loft." "I must really frighten the command staff," Vulferam's dry sarcasm went unnoticed as John opened the door with a loud creak. "At least we cleaned it yesterday," John added without really listening, only staring into the blackness of the cellar, "Bruce chucked a half rotten rat at our dear corporal Gabe." Vulferam huffed in amusement and stepped inside. "There is bedding and a bucket for when nature calls," he paused finding the key for the extra locks, "I'll see if I can get a light bulb for you." He closed the door leaving the German wolf alone in the cellar with no light and nothing to pass the time. Even his superior sight could do nothing without the faintest light source leaving him effectively blind. He felt around for his bedding, finding it in the far corner he sat upon the soft mattress and leaned against the wall willing the time to pass more swiftly. Lissia knocked urgently on Alec's door and entered without waiting for a response, she was ready to start a fight with the swan only to be met with an empty chair which did nothing to alleviate her anger. She was tempted to smash everything in the office but had enough control to leave the furniture in its current state. Gabe caught up with her after a brief detour to the foyer to see off the major for the night. "He's left to do a few errands," He informed her, "He'll be back in the morning." "Are you sure he is not escaping?" Lissia hissed angrily, "He gave me no chance to defend my Vulferam." Her words broke, "What have they done with him?" Gabe felt a stab at his heart at the way she referred to the wolf and he was sure she had no idea she had said it that way either. "He has been sent to the cellar a day early for his attack on your recent patient." Defeated, Lissia sat on the edge of the desk and sighed dejectedly, "I should not be surprised," she let her eyes stare at the decorative rug under her feet following the swirling floral patterns anything to stop the tears falling. "He was ready to kill or at least maim Tristan for sharing our moment last night with you and Alec." Gabe did not want to think of Lissia in the arms of the devastatingly handsome Vulferam, instead finding the same floral pattern Lissia found so interesting, "I thought it was bad form to gossip about your private affairs, its your business not ours." Lissia lifted her head and looked at Gabriel, "It's nice to know I have one friend in this place that will not turn on me," she offered a faint smile to the cherub, "You're a good friend Gabe." He met her gaze and returned a subtle grin of his own, "You're the only one in this hell hole that has any real virtue, honesty and loyalty and the like." "Thank you," the vampiress lifted off the desk and moved towards the door, "I should go see how he is going down there, we were suppose to have a look around this evening anyway." Gabe nodded and watched her leave feeling worse than he did before. Vulferam heard a loud knocking at the door of his prison, "Vulferam?" It was his Lissia coming to visit him. He raced to the door, trying to be closer to her, "I'm here." Lissia felt relief at the sound of his voice, "Oh Vulferam, what did you do?" She called through the wooden door, "And why did you do it?" His voice was filled with sadness, "He said things about you and I lost control. I wanted to pummel him into oblivion for those awful things he said." "You will be glad to know he will not be causing any trouble any time soon," she told the distraught wolf, "I've put him into a deep sleep and he won't wake until after you get out of there." When she did not hear a response she then added, "He won't remember it either and put it down to the concussion you inflicted on him." "I have never lost control like that before Lissia," he enlightened her, "Even this close to the full moon, it is like you have unlocked something in me and I feel this need to protect you from anything that could hurt you." Lissia's heart leapt at the announcement, "I know what you mean," she added, "I have this need to be close to you and being away from you hurts my very soul." Vulferam growled approvingly, "I do not care if it is not allowed, once I am out of here I will make love to you until neither of us can walk right." Lissia giggled at his comment, "I would like that very much, but I must warn you, my stamina for such activities can last for days." "I will hold you to that," the wolf groaned in anticipation of sampling her delectable body, "And afterwards I will hold you until you are ready for round two." They sat there on either side of the door, each holding their hand up to the wood wanting to touch one another and talked until it was late in the evening. Vulferam did not want her to leave but the sound of her yawn changed his mind, "You need your sleep," he said softly to her, "Please rest, I do not want you exhausted before we touch again." Lissia was both grateful and disappointed at once with his request, "I do not want to leave you." "The full moon raises in the afternoon tomorrow," he said calmly, "We can speak in the morning." Lissia reluctantly agreed and whispered her parting words to him with a few little scenarios of what she would be fantasizing about later in bed and finally left. Vulferam made his way back to his own bed, purposely avoiding the now painful erection he now had with the intention of alleviating it with Lissia's hot and very wet core as he pins her under him. Lissia's journey to her quarters was punctuated with a stop at Vulferam's designated room. He may have only spent one night in there but his scent had cemented itself in everything already, particularly on the bed. She moved into the room and reached for his pillow, pulling it close in a warm embrace. Her nostrils filled with the sweet aroma of honey mead, his scent. Taking deep breaths, she tried to inhale every bit of the aromatic molecules that was solely his. Knowing that she could not stay in his room she placed the pillow down and stood to leave. After a small moment of pondering she snatched the pillow up again and quickly retreated for her room with very naughty fantasies racing through her mind. Locking the door behind her she divested herself of her uniform and slipped into her bed holding the pillow to her chest. Heated yearning flooded her body, this was as close as she could get to her beloved wolf until he was released from the cellar so she would make do with what she could get. Aching her back she rubbed her breasts against the pillow willing the image of Vulferam's soft lips kissing them with all the gentleness he promised down in the cellar. Like in the garden that morning. She wanted Vulferam above her, cradled in her thighs poised to enter her. She called his name softly, allowing her fingers to be Vulferam's substitute for the evening. She could feel pleasure her fingers gave her but it did not allow the greatly needed release she so much craved, it was worse than the night before as the little trick she used before did nothing. Only building the need to levels she had never experienced before. She was literally standing on the precipice of the most intense orgasm she would ever experience in her life and it was like her body was too scared to take that final leap. She silently pleaded with her body to release the flood gates and ease the delicious tension wound tightly in her voluptuous form but to no avail. As dawn peaked she conceded defeat and dressed to see or rather hear Vulferam before his wolf emerges later. Alec returned early from his visit to the Duncan's and his family with a whole sheep carcass for Vulferam to feed from over the next three days. With the heavy body on his shoulder he made his way towards the cellar to give Vulferam the meat. "No, I will not wait," Alec heard Lissia yell at someone. "He is being punished for his crime, Lissia," Tristan returned just as heatedly, "Anyway, Alec has the key and he is not back yet." Not sure if he wanted to get between the sire/progeny argument he decided to make his escape to his office however his escape was slow and was spotted by the irate vampiress and was swooped on like hapless prey in the sights of a hungry raptor. "Sir, I must see Vulferam urgently," she had a desperate lilt to her plea, "Please sir." Alec should say no, he was CO after all and she wanted to see a prisoner who was being punished, more so as he could scent her arousal as though she bathed in it moments ago. He also knew that if he were to say no he would end up having to not only punish her also he would be her patient. With his options heavily restricted he agreed. "Alright Lissia, you may see him but you have to settle your duties first." Feeling satisfied as to not let her get her way immediately he turned towards the kitchen to store the meat until it could be sent down. 'Lissia can take this carcass to Vulferam and save me the trouble,' he mused and continued on his way. "You are making a very stupid mistake Lissia," Tristan continued as he followed the vampiress to the infirmary to check on the current resident patient. "Alec gave me permission to see him," she replied with anger, "I am not a fledgling any more so will you please give it a rest. I do not expect you to understand what is happening between Vulferam and I so I would appreciate it if you kept your nose out of our business!" Tristan refused to leave, instead he picked up the patient's chart and studied it, "You do not think that this is evidence enough that he is dangerous?" he asked her nonchalantly. "He," Lissia pointed to the unconscious man in the bed, "Is a mere human who I might remind you provoked Vulferam with unsavoury comments about me. I am not as fragile or stupid as this man was so I am safe." "And when he rips your head off for being a threat to his existence it will be me who is left mourning," Tristan stated bitterly, "He has the strength to kill you and in his unpredictable state I cannot be assured of your safety whilst you are in there." The doctor calmed, "I do not know how to explain to you," she smiled at the tender moments she had shared with the large and supposedly dangerous wolf, "When I'm with him I feel safe." "I know you do," Tristan sighed deflated, "That's what scares me." Lissia finished her check up and gave her sire her full attention, "I will not be remaining in there with him for the three days he's stuck in his wolf body, I just want him to know I will be there for him when he gets out." Tristan sat on the bed next to one the patient currently occupied, "You care for him deeply, more than you do for me I dare say." Lissia went to argue this statement when Tristan lifted his hand to hush her, "Wolves mate for life Lissia, if he claims you there is no turning back," he explained, "At least that's what Gabriel has told me." She thought about that little piece of information, would being claimed by Vulferam be such a bad thing? But what did that mean? She would ask the resident know-it-all later, after her visit to Vulferam. "I'm feeling a little hungry," Lissia changed the topic to something she knew would get Tristan's attention away from her wolf, "I have O negative readily available in storage." "Sounds nice." Some time later, Tristan and Lissia made their way down to the cellar. The priest unlocked the door and allowed Lissia to enter with the sheep carcass slung easily over her shoulder, she had insisted on skinning it before taking it to Vulferam to make it easier for his wolf to access the entrails without the wool getting in the way. Vulferam looked up at the sound of the lock clicking, he knew that he was receiving food when Gabriel brought a light bulb down earlier and assumed it was the cherub again until he scented the wildflowers he craved, "Lissia?" He raced over to her to help with the carcass, "You should not be here, I will change soon." The vampire smiled at the sight before her, he had clearly removed his clothing to avoid destroying them when he changed. She spied his throbbing erection, "Happy to see me?" He looked down and chuckled, "This is from what you promised me last night." Resisting the temptation to touch him she found the hook Gabe had put there to hang the meat, "I wish I could act on it now but I am climbing the walls as it is with the knowledge that we cannot do anything for three days." "I can smell that," he breathed into her neck, pressing his body against her back, "You are the bane and salvation of my existence." His hands glided down from her breasts to her hips, gripping them tight. "One kiss and I will have to go," Lissia responded, turning her head to face him capturing his lips with hers. His growls rose again and what should have been a parting kiss turned into something more intense. Lissia pushed him back, "Vulferam I must ..." her eyes widened in shock and fear. His face had begun to change, stretching into a canine-like snout sprouting a sandy coloured fur. His chest expanding to a much large size to match the increased height. The grip he held her in tightened to a painful level. Her eyes chanced a glance at the open door, wondering if she could reach freedom but his grasp was unforgiving and with a quick thought she willed the door to slam shut and lock, keeping Vulferam in the cellar for the safety of the others. "Lissia!" Tristan screamed when the door closed in his face, "Lissia!" She wanted to reply but the looming wolf stopped any sound from leaving her mouth. She was trapped with her wolf for the duration, and for the first time since she met him she felt fear in his presence. She did not know how she was going to survive the next three days and make it out alive. Heh heh heh, things are really going to heat up now. Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 05 Thanks to my wonderful editor Jen who spots all my errors and fixing them for me. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, it took me long enough, lol. Chapter 5: Finally "Lissia!" Tristan screamed as he pounded his fists on the solid wooden door with panic setting in fast. "Lissia!" He could not hear a sound from the other side of the door. He tried to open the door only to find it locked, he reached for the key in his pocket only to find it was missing. He must have left it in the door and now it was gone. A fresh wave of terror washed over him as he realised the key was locked in the cellar. He pounded on the door until his fists were bloody and he tired from exhaustion, his throat raw from screaming for his progeny. He needed to get help and fast, he ran up the stairs as fast as he could, tripping over several times. He was determined to reach the Major's office to find a way to rescue Lissia from the wolf. Paperwork always managed to distract him from anything he did not want to know about, in this case the dangerous animal in the cellar who most likely was ripping into the sheep carcass at the moment. The thought of the mess that would ensure made him shiver, all that work of cleaning the cellar out and he would mess it all up again. "Bloody wolves," the cherub shook his head. "How can Lissia be attracted to such a beast?" He read through the forms and signed all that was required and stood to take them into the Major when Tristan burst through the door, "Something the matter father?" "Lissia," Tristan panted from exertion. "She's trapped in the cellar with the wolf!" "What?" Gabriel nearly collapsed at the news, "Is she hurt?" "I know not," Tristan whimpered. "I cannot hear screams or anything," he gave a sob. "I think she maybe hurt, but I cannot be sure." "Wait," the angel spoke with hope. "Don't you have that sire/progeny thing?" Tristan knew what he spoke of, a bond that a sire has with their vampiric offspring. "I did not try in fear of no response." "Where's your bollocks man?" Gabriel yelled insultingly. "Lissia is in there and she could be in trouble!" Tristan nodded and closed his eyes to concentrate on her mind. The feeling from her was one of fear and cold, it chilled him to the bone as Lissia was rarely scared of anything. What horrors was she experiencing to induce such a terror? "She's petrified," he cried. "Then get the key and we'll get her out!" Gabe demanded, holding out his hand waiting for the key. "Lissia has it," despair drowning his heart at the fact she would be trapped until they had the spare key, "Do we have a spare?" Gabriel kicked his desk. "The owner has it and that will take days to get," he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, "I should have said something," his words were so quiet Tristan nearly missed it. "What?" Gabe looked shocked that the vampire heard him, "Lissia," he sighed. "I ..." "Oh no," Tristan would have chuckled if the situation were not so serious. "You've fallen under her spell," he sighed. "I did too when I first met her," he chuckled dryly. "She had run from her village because she was being forced to marry a man she hated." Gabe smiled at the reminiscence. "She was angry, dirty and hungry, covered in woad and carrying two bronze swords that were so corroded that they were useless." He laughed now. "They were ancient." "How is she now?" Gabe asked worried beyond belief. Again Tristan concentrated on Lissia and gasped, "She's delirious!" "We have to get her out of there." Lissia's eyes bulged at the terrifying sight before her, Vulferam was much bigger than he was in human form. His features a perfect blend of human and wolf, his hands were large with nasty looking claws at the ends of his fingers, his face distinctly lupine with his human eyes staring back at her. His massive chest, nearly double its original size, and as her eyes drifted down, she saw that his erection had also grown in size. A low rumbling in his chest caught her attention again, there was a hunger in his eyes as they surveyed her trembling form. With a quick swipe, Vulferam tore away the front of Lissia's uniform, she screamed at the suddenness of the action. Another growl told her he was happy with her now naked state. He began to sniff along her neck, nuzzling into her hair as the remainder of her uniform dropped away. The gentleness of the act calmed her a little, it was clear that he had no intention of harming her. Still too stressed to relax, she tried to ease out of Vulferam's grasp, she thought he would let her until he gave a sharp bark and flung her over his shoulder. He marched towards the bed in the far corner and ripped the bedding off the mattress, creating a nest on the floor. He threw Lissia into the centre of the soft mound and crawled over her in a dominating stance. The vampiress tried to remain as still as possible as he began to sniff over her exposed body. He seemed to like the curve between her shoulder and neck giving the area small licks and nips without breaking the skin. Lissia bit her lip at the feeling his attentions were giving her, the same one that she had felt the night before, not the lust, but the trust. Her trust in him had returned; she knew he would not harm her, but her ability to see past the sharp teeth and fur was still eluding her. 'His fur,' Lissia wondered. 'It's so soft and warm.' She sighed softly as he began to drift to her chest, sniffing, and licking at the sensitive skin. "Vulferam," she cried in her growing passion. He growled loudly startling her, but not as startling as what he did next, pulling her knees up and thrusting them apart exposing her sex. Her loud cry and another torrent of fear disturbed Vulferam's concentration. He shook his head at the shriek she emitted, but recovered to achieve his main objective. He lowered his nose to her femininity and inhaled slowly, savouring the sweet scent. Lissia had no idea what his reasoning for the lingering whiff, she would have been embarrassed if she was not so curious. A sudden hot jet of air surprised her as well as aroused, before he began the process all over again. The slow lingering inhales torturously teasing her intimate parts and rewarded with the all too brief exhales drove her mad with desire and her fear completely forgotten along with any other emotion she felt previously. Lissia could feel not only the heat of the wolf's breath, but her own need had taken hold and Vulferam let her know it with a swift flick of his tongue. The vampiress shuddered at the way his tongue easily covered her entire femininity and dragged up, the rough texture tickling her in just the right way. A low moan flowed from her throat, so Vulferam did it again and received the same reward. Before she could comprehend what was happening the wolf lapped at her weeping centre, her legs quivering with each pass of the nimble tongue. Moisture flooded her nether lips and it only spurred the wolf on, like it was a reward for his effort. Vulferam gave a low growl each time the tide came in, Lissia's pleasured cries accompanying them. Time had no meaning any more, Lissia knew only one thing mattered at that moment, the pleasure her wolf gave her. His attention to her was precise, designed to draw out each orgasm with deadly efficiency, each one growing in intensity. The vampire was in a trance before too long, her voice seized and no coherent thoughts moved through her head. Lissia blacked out, much to Vulferam's displeasure. Disappointed, but not deterred, the wolf curled up next to her protectively, growling in contentment before closing his eyes and falling into a peaceful slumber. Tristan and Gabriel stood at the cellar door solemnly, listening for any sound to come from the other side. It was silent and that worried them. "What can you feel now?" Gabe asked after a while. Tristan reached out for her, "Nothing," he choked. Dread fell over him. "She could be unconscious, but I can't be sure." "I think we should see Alec," Gabe suggested. "He'll find a way to sort this out." Inside the cellar, Vulferam heard hushed voices on the other side of the door. Careful not to wake his sleeping beauty, he crept to the door and listened. "If he has hurt her, I will kill him," Gabe snarled through his teeth. Vulferam growled until the two men on the other side of the door went silent then returned to the sleeping vampiress, holding her tightly until he drifted back off to sleep. "He's killed her, I know it!" Tristan panicked as he ran with Gabe to the Major's office. "How do you know?" Gabe asked struggling to keep up with the ancient vampire. They could have travelled faster, but if they were seen doing something unnatural by a mortal both would be in trouble. Tristan bashed on the Major's door frantically, which annoyed Alec who had just lit a cigar to extend his enjoyable morning. "I'm not in," he called out after a satisfying puff of the cigar. "Come back tomorrow!" "Sir," Gabe called. "We have a problem." "When don't we," Alec grumbled under his breath. "Come in," he did not bother to hide the annoyance in his voice, "And make my day by all means." Tristan was the first in and stood in front of Alec with a look of desperation, "Lissia is trapped in the cellar." Alec felt his day turn to pot in a millisecond, he knew his good feeling would not last. "Who has the key?" it was a simple question which he really did not want to know the answer to as he had a gut feeling he already knew who had it. "Lissia," Tristan answered. "We need to get her out soon! If it is not too late." With a heavy sigh Alec spoke, "I'll take care of it, now the two of you go find somebody else to bother." The Major shooed them away and picked up the phone to arrange another key and a replacement doctor. "I hate this war," He shook his head. "I need to off load that wolf." Lissia groaned as she woke up feeling well rested and feeling more than a little randy. She felt Vulferam's nose sniffing around her neck which caused her to giggle, "Ready again so soon?" She teased when she felt a hard rod pushing against her behind. She gave a cheeky wriggle of her bottom which had the wolf growling with desire. The fine layer of fur that covered Vulferam's body tickled Lissia's back with each breath he took. All traces of Lissia's fear was now extinct; she now knew that he would never hurt her in any form he took which bolstered her love for him. "I know you cannot talk in your current body," She began, rolling over to face him. "But, do you understand what I am saying?" He gave her a cock of his head as though he was either confused or in askance of something. "I suppose it does not matter either way," Lissia sighed. "You probably won't remember this." She scratched behind his ear and laughed when his leg began to shake. "You may look like a big vicious wolf, but you're just a big puppy." Vulferam groaned and nudged her back, sniffing at her neck and down her front. "Again?" Lissia teased and fell back as Vulferam pulled her legs apart so he could taste her again. He lazily dragged his tongue up her entire nether regions. Lissia squirmed as he dipped into her wet opening. He built her up to the point of explosion when he began to lick elsewhere, over her stomach, her breasts, her armpits. She screamed out is shock, "That tickles!" He gave her what could only be described as a smirk and continued over her body, paying attention to her ears and neck. "Are you cleaning me?" She asked indignantly. Her reply was a grunt before she was flipped over so he could focus on her back. "You have got to be kidding me!" He left no spot on her body dry, every little crevice probed and cleaned with his nimble tongue. His process was very gentle and Lissia hated to admit it, but very pleasurable too. It did get a little too much when he decided to clean between her toes which had her kicking violently in hysterics; however he did not cease his attention. When he finally finished Lissia was exhausted, the laughter made her stomach hurt. Vulferam rested his head on her lap and she patted him until she heard soft whimpering and the occasional twitching of his feet. "Poor puppy," she cooed. "You sleep well." She kissed her fingers and pressed them to his nose. His nose twitched and he sneezed down her leg. "Lovely." Most of the day had passed and Gabriel was a wreck. He continued to write to all the wolf packs in Britain with no luck, only one was left, but he did not hold his breath, a wolf who only shifts on the full moon is potentially deadly to all those who cross its path. The Skye pack was not the most social of packs, but Gabriel had to give them a shot. 'Alpha Archie Wilkins Skye,' Gabe wrote on the enchanted parchment. 'Yes?' The reply came swiftly. 'I have a favour to ask,' the cherub tapped the quill impatiently on his desk as he waited for the response. 'What is it?' The exasperation could be felt easily, 'Out with it.' Gabe wondered how he could word what he needed in a diplomatic way, 'We have a wolf in need of a pack.' He did not want to scare Archie off too soon. 'Male or female?' It was an odd question, as all the others had asked what was wrong with them or what had they done to be left expelled from their pack. 'Male,' Gabe replied and before he could blink the Alpha responded. 'We'll take him.' 'You're not worried why he is without a pack?' 'We have many young women here who are in need of a mate and no available males to satisfy them.' The statement spoke for itself. 'When can we have him?' 'There is something you should know,' here it comes. 'He only shifts on the full moon.' 'That is not a problem, we'll deal with it.' Gabe was dumbfounded, Archie Wilkins was one of the most difficult wolves to deal with according to the Pantheon, but he was eager to take Vulferam off their hands. 'Thank you Alpha. We will send him in a few days, so he should be there by the next full moon.' 'I hope so, after that we cannot use our ferry due to the weather.' 'Certainly.' 'Good day.' And like that the conversation had ended. Gabe felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He knew that if Lissia did not emerge from the cellar in a couple of day's time, the wolf was going nowhere and would be disciplined accordingly. He placed the quill on the desk and rubbed the weariness from his eyes, one way or the other Vulferam would no longer be their problem. An undetermined length of time had passed since Vulferam had fallen asleep. It was hard to tell the time in the cellar with no windows to the outside. Lissia was scratching behind Vulferam's ear to pass the time until he woke again. She had no idea what he would do next, he liked using his tongue which she had no problems with. He was beautiful in his lupine form, his fur a few shades darker than his human hair colour and his body broad and sleek with each of his well defined muscles clearly visible. His scent took on a more earthy tone in this form, something Lissia had not expected. Vulferam stretched and rolled onto his back, his legs falling to either side and his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. The small movements of his hands and feet indicated he was dreaming again. The image was adorable in Lissia's eyes, she reached down to scratch his exposed belly and laughed to see his leg start to shake. Her chuckle woke the slumbering wolf, with a long and wide yawn; he stretched again and sat up. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he found Lissia gazing upon him with an amused grin playing on her lips. The wolf appraised her naked body without hiding his desire her, she had awoken him and he would take full advantage of her playful countenance. He huffed in amusement and slowly crawled over her like a predator standing over its kill, his teeth reflecting the light of the incandescent bulb hanging in the centre of the room. The glint in his eye said he would be satisfying a great hunger and the vampiress had a good idea what that would be. "What are you waiting for Fido?" Lissia teased him confidently, even though her neck was dangerously close to his deadly teeth. Vulferam growled, but did not harm his woman, lust bubbled through him, simmering beneath his skin. His carnal impulse hardening his flesh in preparation to take Lissia, his mate. There was no sensuous fun this time, no teasing tongue probing intimate areas, this time Vulferam was going to give completely into his instincts. He growled again at the aroma of Lissia's excitement invading his nostrils, tickling the hairs. Lissia laid still under him waiting for what he would do, the sight of his colossal erection had her mind working overtime as fear and anticipation combated for dominance. Anticipation won out and she did what she had heard the female of his species did in this situation, hoping it was the right move, she leaned her head back exposing her neck in submission. Her reward was a long lick which tickled immensely. She could not believe the surreal situation, she wanted him, Vulferam, her beast. "I'm waiting puppy," she goaded him, letting her knees fall apart and sending another pulse of her scent straight to his olfactory system. Vulferam gave a sharp bark, snapping his jaws. Without any tenderness, he grasped her hips and drove in with such force Lissia squeaked in shock. She was fully aware that he was larger in this form, she saw he was at least half as thick again and a couple of inches longer and she loved each and every one of them. Like the animal he was, he drove in and out with only one goal in mind, his claws piercing her skin in an effort to pull her closer. The pain Lissia felt was nothing; she had felt such things before and she knew she would again, if anything it enhanced the pleasure coursing through her body. Her head lolled from side to side until Vulferam began to lick her again, it felt fantastic. Without warning, he clamped his teeth into the crook of her neck and began to thrust harder. The vampiress' eyes shot wide open in disbelief, her internal muscles began to spasm ferociously in the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, the fact he had bitten her was not registering in her mind at all. He was not stopping, so she just held on for the rest of the ride. 'By the gods,' her brain screamed. 'He's getting bigger!' Vulferam's knot formed quickly locking them together, he finally let go and howled in triumph. It was only then did Lissia realise the bite as she felt the tingle of her skin knit back together. Lissia was oblivious to the symbolism of the bite, thinking it was a kinky thing wolves did together; like what vampires do. "You are ... I can't find the words," she tugged the wolf's head down and kissed his nose, he licked her back. "You want to snuggle?" Lissia asked rubbing his ears. Vulferam groaned and in a lightning fast movement he picked her up and flipped her onto her hands and knees without leaving her body. He clamped down on her neck again, this time on the other side and began rutting with all the energy he could muster. Lissia thought she would loose her mind as the extreme passion engulfed her. Using the leverage his bite had on his mate he continued to pound into her until he had her crying out incoherently. It did not take long for the wolf to send himself into her succulent body and collapse over her. Out of breath they laid there not thinking or moving, only contentment spreading throughout the couple and both could not be happier. Lissia felt stiff and sore and for a moment she had no idea why, then it all came flooding back, the wild uninhibited passion with the fabulous German wolf. It was then she noticed he was not with her, she looked about and spotted him with the sheep carcass, his head buried inside the chest cavity. "Tasty?" Lissia called out, alerting him to her presence. Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 05 The wolf looked up and grinned, he reached into the sheep and pulled out the spleen, offering it to her. Lissia's stomach churned but she accepted it anyway, she needed the iron and as she had no idea how much longer they would be trapped down in the cellar she would have to take what she could get. Reaching for the bloody organ, she drained it before eating it, she could smell the decay setting in but she would live, she had eaten worse to survive. The wolf indicated for her to sit with him, which Lissia did without hesitation. Vulferam nuzzled her neck tenderly as soon as she sat down. His actions were more gentle than before and his eyes were filled with adoration. The vampiress felt happy; yes the food could have been better and some warmth and intelligent conversation would be nice too, but the company was perfect. The wolf's change of demeanour had puzzled her, but it was not unwelcome, Vulferam's attention to her comfort and happiness felt like a dream. "Will you remember this when you change back?" Lissia asked the wolf as he handed the liver to her. She accepted it and thanked him. Vulferam's head cocked to the side giving a non-committal response. "I look forward to hearing your voice again," Lissia cooed, cupping the side of his face gently. "Not that I find your howl unappealing." Vulferam leaned in and licked her face lovingly. The action was one expected from sentient beings when showing affection towards one another, which said to Lissia that the primal half of Vulferam was not as beastly as she had first assumed. Taking the fact that he could not speak and wore a mask of an animal out of the equation, he was the same man as before. She took a bite out of the liver and he resumed tearing chunks of meat from the bones. Lissia yawned again, Vulferam noticed and swiftly picked her up and carried her to the nest he built earlier and nestled next to her with his nose in the crook of her neck. His breath felt hot and Lissia quickly decided it was the best sensation in the world to have him so close. She had the urge to take a bite out of him, unsure if he would take it as the affectionate action it was. As a vampire to just bite someone close was tantamount to a kiss between lovers and it was something the vampiress found irresistible. Rolling over, she repositioned herself next to her wolf and found the strong pulse in his neck. She slowly bit down for a taste of the blood she fantasised about. Her hesitancy was unfounded, not one flinch or jerk; instead, Vulferam groaned and gripped her tighter against his body. As she pulled back he began to lick her again. If the rest of their time in the cellar was spent like this, Lissia would be ecstatic. It had been two days since Lissia disappeared into the cellar, Tristan was a wreck and Gabriel was moody and distant. Alec had sent for the other key, but more important things were on his mind, if Lissia was no longer able to perform her roll as the camp's doctor, he would need a replacement and fast. The prisoners were grumbling that they had not seen the pretty doctor for a few days and with what had been discovered, a glimpse of the vampiress was the highlight of the prisoners' day. There was no more avoiding the issue, they needed someone and urgently. Taking out his parchment and quill he contacted the immortal council of Britain. He quickly explained the situation and the need to replace her either temporarily or, gods forbid, permanently. 'Is there a particular species preferred?' The person on the other end asked. 'Not particularly worried,' Alec responded. 'Anyone who is willing and able to get here as quickly as possible.' The reply took several minutes and Alec began to wonder if they had forgotten about him. He was about to ask where they had gone when an elegant script materialised on the parchment. 'This is Prince Vidar; I will come to your aide.' 'My Prince!' Alec had the urge to kneel even though the monarch would not have seen it. 'You honour us.' 'I merely wish to escape this dreary castle and my imposing parents,' the Prince explained. Alec knew of the Vampire Royal family, but their life was a mystery to all those not privy to the court. The Prince was the most accessible of the three as he found ways to live amongst the people and not just vampires or humans either, but he reputedly spent an entire year with the Nereids and not once gave into the advances of the nymphs. 'I can assure you that you will be safe here,' Alec promised. 'I do not want safety, I need peace from the bombardment of young women throwing themselves at me with only the goal of securing the position of being my wife and future queen of Britannia. I need respite from the constant assault.' The Prince sounded desperate, 'Only one will ever achieve that position and I wait for her return.' Alec watched as the words faded again, what ever the reason the Prince is not with his chosen woman, he hoped that the separation for them would not be too long. 'When shall I expect you, you're highness?' 'I will be there within the week,' Vidar answered quickly. 'I look forward to meeting you in person.' 'As do I my lord.' The writing faded completely indicating the end of the conversation. Alec did not know what to say to the others, the vampire Prince would be working along side them. The Major put the parchment away and pulled out a cigar, he hoped that Lissia survived as she would be overwhelmed by such a visit. Vulferam blinked wearily, the first moments of conscious thought returning as the moon's effect waned. He suddenly became aware of the soft warm body curled at his side, a halo of chestnut hair radiating over his shoulder and chest, his Lissia sleeping soundly. She was the image of the Frayja, goddess of love and beauty, his favourite goddess whom he devoted his blood to since he first picked up a sword. It seems that after so long, the goddess finally answered his prayers and gave him someone who strengthened his heart, he just hoped that he could live up to the wonderful woman in his arms. It was then he noticed the insatiable lust that had engulfed him prior to his descent into the cellar for everyone's protection. He contemplated what could have happened during the full moon to have curbed the need to possess this woman. He touched her silky hair and relief washed over him, he could not explain why; however, the feel of her gave him the knowledge that this was reality and not a dream. Then the realisation came to him, why was she here and not waiting for him on the other side of the door. Guilt seeded in his heart, she had been trapped with him in the cellar and anything could have happened to her. He brushed her hair aside and spotted what appeared to be a large bite mark, it appeared old and well healed but he could not recall it being there before. He knew he had done it, but as she lay in his arms he knew somehow that it was not in malice or rage. He continued to stroke her hair and the baby soft skin of her face and neck. He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the closeness of her body. He would make love to her once she wakes and then he will make the most of what time they have left in the privacy of the cellar, make her scream without the retribution of the Major or her sire. Fully aware of how hard he was, he refused to disturb Lissia from her sleep though he did not wait long. Her breathing gradually deepened and she eventually stretched. She slowly opened her eyes and met his pale grey eyes. "You're back," she smiled sleepily, leaning up to kiss him softly. "I'm back," he agreed pulling back and openly inspecting the bite he gave her. "I'm sorry about that," he grazed his fingers over the puckered skin and Lissia shivered. "No need to be sorry," she purred, "My mind was elsewhere." She pulled him into another kiss, one more demanding than before. Without parting their lips, she straddled his thighs, holding him down. She ground herself against his painful erection, coating his throbbing organ with the fluid of her excitement. Before he knew it she was sliding down his staff encasing him in her heat. He groaned and gripped at her hips, taking control of her movements so he did not embarrass himself. Her firm, yet soft breasts rubbed up against his chest in a slow erotic motion. Vulferam was enjoying the languid pace of her kiss, the way her tongue wrapped around his. He felt bereft when she tore her lips from his, but quickly recovered when she began to nibble his throat. "Bite me," he begged her. "Not yet," she mumbled against his neck sending a quiver down his spine. "When?" "When I cum," her hot breath was like a shot of adrenalin. His grip tightened and he pushed her down hard on his aching rod. Lissia giggled, he was impatient, but then again, so was she. She reached for one of his hands and guided it to her soft mound of flesh, rubbing her nipple in the palm of his hand. Once he caught onto her plan, she gave him a reward; clenching her internal muscles around him, she rode him with the expertise three millennia of lovemaking had given her. "Lissia," he sighed, the incredible sensation enveloping his senses, it was then he noticed something different, pressure building at the base of his erection in a way he never experienced before. He wanted to see what was happening to him when Lissia pushed down hard and taking the growth into her hot body. That was when the pressure grew exponentially, in a half panic; he tried to push his love off in fear of hurting her. "Calm down," she panted. "You did this before," she let out a long moan of pleasure. "When you gave me these." She pointed out not just one, but two bites. He felt that twinge of guilt again, but she would not let him feel it for too long. "I'm giving you a matching set soon." Her added growl was enough to inflame his lust into overdrive. Vulferam began to lift his hips, joining her in her movements, the slapping of their skin echoing softly off the stone walls. Lissia felt that wonderful tension growing inside her, the first flutter of ecstasy escape; it was at that moment her teeth dropped, salivating with hunger for the wolf's blood. Vulferam sensed the change in her, lifting her up to see what she looked like. Her eyes still the vibrant green he lost himself in, her fangs long and slightly curved like little daggers. The tips had beads of pearlescent blue liquid, the colour was beautiful. Lissia gasped as the full force of her orgasm hit her, she sank her teeth into Vulferam's neck, piercing the large vein. Vulferam felt the bite and it was exquisite bliss, the feel of her teeth in his neck was indescribable pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close. The pull of the blood from his neck triggered an intense eruption deep inside her, pulse after glorious pulse; he filled her with his essence. She pulled away and licked the wound until he healed, her teeth back to normal. Lissia collapsed against him and sighed, "I love you, Vulferam, all of you." "I love you, Lissia," he kissed her ardently, tasting his blood on her lips, "My sweet vampire." The key had arrived via official courier that morning, a few more hours and the full moon would have passed. Alec contemplated telling Tristan about it, but changed his mind, if the vampire knew he could get in then he would take it and possibly be confronted with the mutilated remains of his progeny. He would give the responsibility to Gabe when the time came. The day was a solemn one, Gabe sat staring at the clock on the wall leaving all the official paperwork to pile up in his inbox. The seconds passed too slowly for his liking. "Gabe," Alec called from his office door. The cherub looked up and saw a key tossed in his direction, "It should be safe now." Gabe nodded and left for the cellar. Walking in silence, he passed Tristan in the hall. "Are you going to open the door?" The vampire asked quietly. "I am," Gabe responded. "I do not think you should come, in case it is ..." he could not let that sentence end. "I will be fine," the priest replied dryly. "As you wish," they walked together towards the cellar. The door looked darker than before, ominous and imposing in the mystery of Lissia's condition. Gabe's hand trembled as he held the key, aiming for the lock slowly. The stiff mechanism clicked and the door swung open revealing the dull light of the globe. Both Gabriel and Tristan stared in disbelief, before them lay two naked bodies entwined erotically. Lissia was not only alive, she was relishing in what it meant to be alive. "Lissia?" Gabe nearly cried, her beauty radiating from the arms of the wolf. He knew for certain that moment that he would never hold her like that, he saw the bites that marked her as Vulferam's mate. She was forever lost to him. "Lissia!" Tristan ran into the cellar and hugged his progeny while Vulferam held her. "Do you mind?" She chided her sire, "We're busy." Vulferam simply cocked an eyebrow at the vampire, "We'll be done soon." He continued his attentions as though they had no audience. "Looks like she has chosen you," Tristan beamed in pride. "Lucky bitch, he's sexy." Vulferam huffed to dismiss the men. "Sorry, we will leave you be." Tristan retreated and took Gabe by the shoulder and ushered him away. "She lives," he laughed. "But he must leave," Gabe informed the vampire. "He has been promised to the Skye pack." "What?" Tristan demanded. "I was asked by Alec to offload him on one of the packs in Britain," Gabe explained. "Skye accepted and now he must leave." "This will kill her," Tristan looked back at the two in a lovers embrace, smiling happily in ignorance of their imminent separation. Now the adventure begins :Þ Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 06 I know, my updating is woeful at best, sorry. Thank you Jen, I seriously would not have been able to get this chapter up if you didn't help me. Chapter 6: Northward Bound It was nearly evening when Lissia and Vulferam emerged from the cellar and swiftly entered Lissia's quarters. No one dared to disturb them, to give them some time together without the knowledge of their imminent separation. The war had caused much heart ache amongst the mortal world; a few immortals also had to do their part to protect their existence. However they had been occupied for most of the day and it was becoming apparent that they would not emerge without encouragement. The Major had grown impatient waiting for them to leave each other alone and took it upon himself to interrupt them. He marched right up to the staff quarters and bashed on Lissia's bedroom door until an irate and naked Vulferam answered the door. "This had better be important," the Wolf fumed angrily, glaring at the Major as though he was a mixture of mortal enemy and prey. Alec swallowed nervously, an apex predator stood, towering over him in a threatening posture which would make anyone feel vulnerable. "Officially, you are still a prisoner here, Captain." The Swan stood fast in his position, trying to look authoritative towards the Wolf who was looking quite bemused. Alec shifted nervously from one foot to the other, briefly looking down only to catch the impressive erection Vulferam still had, glistening with the dew from Lissia. He shot his eyes back up to the increasingly angry Wolf glaring at him. Vulferam's nose twitched, smelling the obvious fear emanating from the Major like a miasma of acrid swamp gas. The Major looked so scared, this made Vulferam very happy, "A man like you should know better than to interrupt such an intimate moment between a man and a woman." The Wolf's growl rumbled in his chest like thunder. "I-if that was a threat, dog," Alec postured, trying to regain his authoritative stance, "Y-you will be reprimanded." He lifted his chin in a challenging way. Alec felt his blood run cold as Vulferam grinned malevolently, "Does the birdie want to play?" He took a step closer to the Major who was now beginning to shake from fear. It was then Lissia decided to pop her head around from behind Vulferam, "Vulferam, play nice," she purred, stroking her mate's well muscled chest, "He wouldn't be interrupting us if it were not important." The Wolf appeared to calm down a little, though still fuming from the disturbance, "State your purpose or leave us be." Alec sighed, "Can the both of you come down to my office as quickly as you can," he tried not to give away any of what he needed to talk about with them. "It is vital that we discuss Vulferam's issues." He did not give them the chance to respond, he retreated quickly, leaving the two lovers staring after him. "You scared him," Lissia smirked, "His fear is stinking up the place." She let her hand travel down his defined abdominals to the nest of blond hair at the base of his hard staff. She gripped him firmly and gave a few tantalisingly slow strokes before pulling away. Vulferam growled playfully and caught her wrist, "Finish what you start, mein kleiner Vampir." He forcibly pulled her up against him, "Schmecken Sie mich!" Lissia teasingly bit her lip, "I always do," she huskily growled back, "And I will, as soon as we settle what Alec wanted." She flicked down her fangs, collecting the droplets of venom with her finger and smeared it across the tip of his erection, "That is a promise." Lissia and Vulferam emerged from their room shortly after the Major's departure. They were presentable in military fashion with their hair tidily presented, their clothing neat and shoes polished. Lissia in her pristine uniform looked freshly pressed and no one would guess that she had been up to anything if it were not for the tell tale aroma of sex. Prisoners watched the two of them walk hand-in-hand up to the Major's office, sparking questions as to where the good doctor had been the last three days. Vulferam eyed each of the men standing near them as they walled, growling possessively over his woman. "Ignore them," Lissia whispered in a voice only he could hear, "I only have eyes for you." Vulferam turned away to look at his Vampiress; smiling lovingly back at him, how was he so lucky to find a beautiful woman like her he will never know and during such a turbulent time in the world. "If any of them touch you, I will kill them," he declared casually. "While they are near you, I have to keep an eye on them which takes my eyes off you. The inconvenience alone is infuriating enough, let alone their fantasies." He smiled and opened the door leading into the Major's office for her like the gentleman he was. "Ah," Alec feigned surprise though he was fooling no one, "Please take a seat." He wrung his hands nervously, still feeling the affects of Vulferam's predatory gaze. Upon sitting down the couple noticed both Tristan and Gabriel sitting there also. Vulferam did not think anything amiss, but his Vampiress thought otherwise. "What is this about?" Lissia asked Alec, though she was looking between her sire and friend, she noted that Gabe looked guilty and sad. She cocked her eyebrow at him and he looked away. She had never seen him act so suspiciously before. Alec waited for them to sit before starting. "We have found a pack for Vulferam," he stated as emotionlessly as he could. He looked past Vulferam rather than at him, not trusting his nerves just yet. Vulferam leaned in closer, "A pack?" He queried, puzzled over the use of such an animalistic term for a group of werewolves, though logically it did make sense to him. "A community of werewolves," Lissia clarified quickly, "You will have to tell them he is not interested." She tilted her chin in defiance. "He must go," Alec explained, wringing his hands, "He has no idea what it takes to be a wolf and we do not have authorisation to have him here." He could be dangerous, the Major thought quietly to himself. "What is the location of my new pack?" Vulferam asked, holding Lissia's hand to calm her down. "The Isle of Skye," Gabe answered quietly, so much so that he was barely heard by anyone. "Scotland?" Lissia shrieked, "We're going to Scotland?" She looked at Vulferam who just nodded, accepting the idea of their imminent departure from Crewe Hall. "No, he's going to Scotland," Alec pointed to Vulferam, "You will resume your roll as doctor of this encampment." Vulferam growled at the Major's explanation, it meant that he would be separated from Lissia, an idea that was painful to comprehend. "Then he is not going," She announced resolutely, defiantly challenging her superior officer, "Where Vulferam goes, I go." "You have your responsibilities," Alec raised his voice retorting with the old approach of 'he with the louder voice is the correct one', "Don't forget that." Alec wished he had a good shot of scotch at that moment, feeling his momentary courage slip away as quickly as it had come. Lissia went quiet, contemplating the options and a possible compromise; this surprised the Major as much as everyone else in the room. "Then let me take him," she finally said, "If you insist on separating us, then let me have some time with him. The war could go on for years and we do not know when or if we will ever see each other again." Her voice hitched without warning. Alec saw something he did not expect, Lissia's lip quivered slightly, scarcely detectible to even his eyes. He knew what had happened between the two of them in the cellar, he wondered how he would react if someone wanted to separate him from his mate for an undetermined length of time. He stared at her, seeing the resolution in her eyes, "You will go either way won't you." His arrogant resolve had disappeared and was now replaced with compassion; he would be a cold bastard to ignore their connection. "You know I will," she answered his rhetorical question, her determination unwavering. With a sigh Alec nodded, "You need to travel there on foot," he informed her, "Fuel rations won't allow us to send you by car." "When do we leave?" Vulferam asked now, travelling a great distance on foot did not phase him, he liked walking. What he did not like was the thought of being apart from Lissia; she was his and should be at his side at all times. "As soon as you are ready," Alec could not look Vulferam in the eye, what he was doing was a bastard's act and all in the room knew it, but the Pantheon itself would demand the same thing and nobody wanted to involve them. "We will supply everything you will need." Lissia stood, not wanting to be in the room any longer, "I do hope you gentlemen enjoyed the show," she spitefully scorned her Sire and Gabe. She glided out of the room in a manner she had perfected over the centuries in the company of the aristocracy, Vulferam following her in a less elegant fashion. "She won't be coming back will she," Tristan voiced the thought going through all their minds, the sadness of losing his progeny echoing in his countenance. "No, I don't think she will," Alec agreed, guilt stabbing at his gut for the relief he felt with Vulferam's imminent departure. Lissia slammed the door shut behind her, the full weight of reality pressing down on her, "Those bastards!" She choked back the tears that threatened to spill. "How dare they do this to us." Vulferam pulled her into his arms to comfort her, seeing her cry was not something he wanted to experience. He felt a warm wet patch forming on his shoulder from her tears, "Hush, meine liebe," he soothed, stroking her back gently, "I will not abandon you, and you would not abandon me." He placed a soft kiss to her head, feeling her calm slightly. "Do you know what will happen to me if I go with you?" She asked him, looking up into his watchet eyes, "The Pantheon would be called in and they do not take kindly to rule breakers." With a heavy sigh she relaxed into him, luxuriating in the Wolf's warm embrace. "I will protect you," he reassured her, "I will kill anyone who threatens to hurt you." He was serious; he would kill anyone who gave her a lustful glance. "You can't kill the Pantheon," she told him, "The only immortals who cannot be killed, not even by fire." Vulferam met her worried eyes with confusion, "How is that possible?" "I don't know," she shook her head, "Scares the hell out of me to think that they will never stop." She buried her face into his chest and took a deep breath. His scent was as intoxicating as it smelled, the sweet honey aroma taking all her worries away. "By the gods, you smell good," she moaned huskily. "I thought we were meant to be packing," Vulferam mused, enjoying the way her hands moved over his tense body. "We have until tomorrow before we need to leave," Lissia moaned, sliding her hands under his shirt, working her fingers over the sculpted muscle of his abdomen and chest, "I don't want to think about anything else right now," her breathless plea making it all the more harder for Vulferam to ignore her actions, "I want you inside me," pulling him down over her as she laid back on the bed, her eyes pleading for his sensuous touch. Vulferam grinned and captured her lips, taking in her heavenly taste as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Pulling back he ripped off his shirt exposing his distinctly masculine chest that only a were could achieve, sculpted like marble. Lissia tore her blouse off with equal enthusiasm, the simple beige brassier covering her succulent breasts temptingly. The Wolf with anticipation and enthusiasm had no trouble tearing through the front to reveal his prize, two perfect globes with dusty rosettes ready for the taking. His hungry mouth all but devoured one of her breasts, running his tongue over the hardened peak, gently nipping at it now and then. Lissia held his head close, her eyes fluttering closed, relishing in the attention he gave her, the sensation shooting straight down to her lower abdomen, a flame of desire igniting. The strong floral aroma of her arousal had Vulferam growling, letting her nipple fall from mouth with one final lick. With as much gentleness he could muster he removed the last of her clothing with only minimal damage and attacked the origin of her tantalising scent with much fervour. Feasting on her nectar like his life depended on it. He cradled her thighs lovingly, his fingers only clawing at her the tiniest bit, a silent warning not to try to escape, not that she would ever dream on doing so. Vulferam's hardness grew painful with each languid stroke his tongue performed. He pulsed as she did when he swirled it around her sensitive bundle of nerves. She flowed, balancing on the precipice above a chasm of bliss, filling his awaiting mouth. The Wolf groaned, fighting his own release back down so he would not disgrace himself. With no grace he opened the front of his trousers and entered her, roughly taking her like a barbarian, not that she minded. "Yes!" Lissia hissed, her mate plunging into her with animalistic passion, his fingers bruising her hips, his nails morphing into claws and digging into Lissia's creamy flesh. The Vampiress was oblivious to the pain, the aroma of her blood not so much. Her fangs fell; venom began to form like dew drops on a spring morning. She looked up at Vulferam, whose head was thrown back lost in the passion, short hair sprouting over his pale skin, never before had she seen such a seductive sight. In a flash she reached for his shoulder and pulled him down, her teeth sinking into his jugular. The moment her teeth pierced his skin Vulferam lost control, he held Lissia still while he spent himself inside her. Lissia feasted on the haematic goodness of his blood, both floating on a sea of euphoria in the aftermath of their love. The moment Lissia released her lover he turned to look at her; the fur had receded as had his claws. "You look divine," he murmured, hovering above her lips momentarily before capturing them in a sweet kiss. Neither of them wanted to move, in each other's arms they were at peace and away from the rest of the world. Vulferam joined the other prisoners for the evening meal while Lissia finished up a few details in her surgery before leaving later that night. It was mostly paperwork with a couple of the 'patients' coming by to see the doctor over ailments that were trivial at best, their visits slowing down Lissia's efforts. Another knock at the door stopped her again. "Who is it?" She asked as politely as she could, putting her pen down before she threw it. Gabe poked his head around the door, "It's me," he answered kindly. Lissia's mood darkened, "Corporal," she greeted him tersely, "Did you enjoy the entertainment so much earlier that you want to see some more?" She stared at him waiting for him to state his purpose. "Lissia, please don't be like this," Gabe pleaded softly, "I came to apologise." There was honesty in his gaze, beseeching her forgiveness. The Vampire relaxed a little, "Thank you," she sighed sadly and slumped back in her chair, "I'm sorry; I just can't believe that in three days so much changed." "We thought you were dead," Gabe admitted solemnly; the dreadful memory of not knowing still hurting him, "Or at the very least injured. I was asked to find a new home for Captain Tresler; the Skye Pack was the only one who would take him." "You were only following orders," Lissia said, understanding the importance of hierarchy, "I will be leaving with Vulferam this evening, I'm not sure I will return." Those words cut him deeply; he cared for her, more than she would ever know. "You should think about coming back," he said softly in an attempt to keep her calm and not anger her, "Just until the war is over, and then you and Vulferam can have your happy life together. I don't want to see you hunted by the Pantheon." Lissia gave a dry laugh, "I don't particularly like the idea of Brenna Penrose hunting me down; she's been getting nastier over the last few centuries." She sat up again and began to finish her paperwork, "I have a lot to do before tonight," she stated sardonically, "If I don't return, find someone who will be kind to take my place." "The Vampire Prince himself is coming," Gabe informed her, "He insisted he did it himself." "The King won't be happy about that," Lissia dryly commented, smirking at the thought of the British Vampire King getting angry for not getting his way, "It's a good thing I won't be here, I could be pestered by the King to seduce his son." Gabe would have normally smiled, however his heart felt like lead. "I don't want you to go," he finally confessed. The Vampiress sighed and shook her head, "I am going and nothing will stop me." Her tone was resolute. Gabe wanted to cry, he wanted to yell at her, but all he could do was wish her luck. "Be safe on your journey," he said softly and stood to leave. "Gabe?" Lissia called, stopping his retreat, "You are a good friend." He gave her a wan smile and left, closing the door quietly behind him. Lissia returned to her room to pack, she wasted no time in dawdling with her belongings and just threw a few changes of clothing and other essentials for the long arduous walk north. The Vampiress did nothing to hide her ire, she made as much noise as she could to emphasise the point. There was a gentle knock at her bedroom door, "May I enter?" Tristan asked opening the door hesitantly, cautiously keeping his distance. "If you must," she huffed impatiently, shoving another piece of clothing into the bag. Nothing was packing right, was everything fighting to irritate her? "I must," her sire smiled wanly, sitting down on the chair on the other side of the room keeping out of her angry reach. Lissia watched his tentative movements and sighed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so aggressive." She wanted to slump on her bed and cry at the unfolding dilemma. "It's not fair, why is he to be ripped away from me so shortly after meeting him?" Tristan was in new territory, his heart was breaking for his fledgling and he was partly to blame for their pending separation. "Lissia," he began, choosing his words carefully, "You will only have to deal with being apart from him for a few years, depending how long this war goes for." "And if I choose to stay with him?" She asked, not lifting her red eyes from where she was staring. "I will do what I can to protect you from the Pantheon," Tristan declared resolutely, not knowing what else to say. Lissia shot him an astonished look, "You would do that for me?" "I made you what you are today," Tristan explained, "At first I saw you as a lover, but as we ventured around this great big world I came to look at you like my child." He tried to give her a reassuring look, as her sire, he was nearly invincible in her eyes. "We have been together for thousands of years," Lissia remarked, huffing out a dry chuckle, "I don't think I know how to function without you by my side." "Most Vampires leave their sires after a couple of hundred years," he commented casually, like it was nothing special, "Even naturally born Vampires leave their parents by their third centenary." Tristan chuckled, "You are like those people we use to make fun of in London, the men who refused to move out of home and join society." He laughed harder when Lissia playfully slapped his arm, "It is true, you have not spread your wings to begin a life of your own and now you have that opportunity with Vulferam in Scotland." "You're right," She leaned into him for a fatherly hug, "With Vulferam, I can feel my future beckoning me to follow." Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 06 "Fate has decided you need a change of scene," Tristan sniffed, a small tear escaping from his eye, "Come; let me help you with packing." "And the Pantheon?" She asked suddenly, "What if they decide to punish me?" "Kaveh owes me a favour or two," Tristan leaned his head on top of Lissia's, "He will honour his promise." It was late in the evening when everything was ready, the prisoners had retired for the night and only the night duty guards were moving. In the entrance hall Vulferam and Lissia checked their gear one last time. They had everything they could ever need and possibly more, Lissia felt like a pack horse with how much she would need to carry. Tristan helped Lissia hike the pack onto her back, feeling utterly helpless with her task ahead. "It's nearly midnight," Gabe commented, looking at the clock on the wall, "You best get moving." Vulferam checked also, indeed it was nearly midnight, "He's right, we must leave soon." Major Coburn fidgeted at a distance from the couple, feeling guilty and relieved at their departure, "You must get there by the next full moon," he informed them, "After that, you will have no way of getting to Skye." "That would not be a bad thing," Lissia sneered at the Swan, "The basement worked fine for Vulferam." The Wolf decided to keep out of the argument, not wanting to cause any more trouble than he already had. Tristan looked to be of the same frame of mind, Swan shifters were not known for being aggressive in any way, but Vampires were and Lissia in her time was one of the worst. The priest stiffened at the glances that were exchanged between them, one that spoke of blood and violence. "I will miss you, Lissia," Tristan spoke loudly, distracting his progeny from the murderous focus she held towards Alec, "Remember to keep to the fields, away from humans." Lissia looked back to her sire, "I will," all malice she had ebbing away quickly. She gave him one last hug and stood next to Vulferam. "I am sorry for not getting to know any of you better," Vulferam announced, "Something I hope to fix when the war ends." He offered his hand to shake to all present. The Swan hesitated before conceding, "I do not hold you responsible for what has happened between us, I am sorry for offending you." Alec nodded, "I am an arse at times," he gave a dry chuckle, "Best be on your way, while the moon still lights your path." Gabe moved away after wishing them the best of luck, watching Lissia walk away with the Wolf at her side was painful enough without the possibility of never seeing her again. The door opened and closed, blocking his view of her. He felt like a knife had pierced his heart. Lissia looked back at the dark silhouette of Crewe Hall under the waning moon; all the windows were blacked out as per regulation. She stood for a moment, though she had only been there for a few months she would miss the place and all of its occupants. Vulferam waited by the gate, "Lissia," he quietly called, "Is everything alright?" "Yes," she smiled, catching up to him with a jog. Taking his hand in hers, Lissia looked up into Vulferam's eyes, "Everything is perfect as long as I am with you." He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, "It's a long journey, though it will not feel like it with you by my side." With uncertainty and conviction they walked out the front gates, hand in hand. Daybreak brought with it the appearance of a bright sunny day, though the sounds of sirens and German aircraft, both Lissia and Vulferam knew some people would be waking up to bad news. The commotion had them keeping to the country lanes and away from the main roads. Vulferam did not want to say anything; he had been feeling hungry for some time. Knowing that the food rations were going to be tight he tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in his stomach, but it growled, alerting Lissia to his predicament. "I'm fine," he protested. Lissia gave him an uncertain look, "I heard that if weres don't eat they can momentarily go feral." "I'm fine," he insisted, and it appeared to be until movement caught his eye. "No, you can have some of the rations," Lissia stepped in front of him, "Someone could see you, you can't possibly be thinking of going after what ever it was." "Rabbit," he answered her, side stepping her block to begin trailing the rodent. He froze for a moment, his skin felt funny, tingly, then just as suddenly the feeling vanished and he felt alright again and continued to track the rabbit. "Shit," Lissia cursed, rubbing the bridge of her nose, "It's great that you have mastered the shift on command thing but did you have to do it now? In broad daylight?" Vulferam paid no attention to her; the rabbit had gone down a barrow so he started to dig with his hands, no paws, to get it out. The change in his body should have caused him some alarm, but his stomach was unrelenting in its demands for food. Lissia grit her teeth, he just shifted in broad daylight, destroying his only set of clothing and was digging in the dirt. She was grateful that nobody was around, but that was about it, "Vulferam, please stop playing in the dirt and get back over here!" She called out as she marched over to him. She heard him growl and saw him shake his head, he had caught the rabbit. Rather pleased with himself, he waltzed over to Lissia and dropped it at her feet. "No, you have it," she tried to smile at the sweet gesture; sighing as he tore into the rabbit with delight and shifted back. "I'm sorry," he apologised, looking guilty for his lack of control. "You're going to have to shift back, you destroyed your clothing," Lissia spoke, looking around for witnesses. Humans have a habit of just showing up when they are not wanted and she did not need reprimanding for a near breach of secrecy. Vulferam looked down his front to see he was naked then looked to where his clothing lay in tatters, another wave of guilt washed over him, "Sorry." "Just shift back for now," Lissia implored him, "I'll find you some clothing in town, you will have to wait out here and out of sight, Wolves have been extinct in the British Isles for centuries." "I could be your dog?" He suggested coyly, shrugging to try and convince her that he was genuine. Lissia laughed, "You are too big to be a regular dog; even an Irish wolfhound would look small next to you." He nearly did not believe her, but the way her face lit up when she laughed was enough to silence any doubts, "So I should keep out of sight." "Yes," she giggled, "Now shift already, I will go into town and get you something new." She waited for him to shift and frowned when nothing happened. "You are going to shift, aren't you?" Another sheepish look crossed his face, "I can't." Cursing, Lissia looked around for a place he could hide, "Go hide in that shrubbery over there, and think about being a wolf. What did you think about when you shifted before?" "I was hungry and thought about finding something to eat, anything to eat," he explained as he was shooed over to the shrubbery under the large tree Lissia wanted him to hide behind. "Well just try while I'm off in town," she gave him a quick kiss and dropped their gear with him in what turned out to be a small hollow in the middle of a group of bushes, the greenery hiding him well. "Don't go anywhere," she called out as she left. Lissia replayed the rabbit hunt over and over in her mind; overall it would have been amusing if the setting had not been so dangerous. Although they were not close to any of the farm houses in the area the location of the farmers themselves could have been anywhere. She had not heard any rustling or gasps so she assumed they were safe. The city of Manchester was a sight to see, lines and lines of terrace houses reaching off into the distance. The main street she walked down had its name blacked out so only the locals could know where they were, the shops all looking closed up awaiting a more reasonable hour to open. The Georgian architecture towered over her looking pristine; clearly the bombers she heard had missed this area. She walked carefully along the street until she found the tailors. Without any grace or ceremony she sat on the doorstep waiting for the shop to open. She did not wait long as an old woman shuffled up the street looking through a large number of keys to find the right one. "Hello duck," the old woman greeted Lissia, "Need something new?" Lissia smiled, "Yes, my dear husband is in need of new trousers," Lissia lied, cloth was something in great demand and she had the feeling she would need to bribe the old woman for the amount she was about to ask for. "If they are just torn I can mend them for you," the woman explained as they entered the shop. "Unfortunately he thought it a good idea to dry them by the fire and an ember burned them to a crisp," Lissia explained, "Along with his shirts." "My husband did the very same thing just last week!" The woman excitedly gossiped, "And it wasn't the first time either." She shuffled into the back room and brought out some new fabric. "'Harold!' I says, 'you'll make the ministry think we're dealing the cloth in the black market!'" The woman waffled on as she set up the equipment she would need for making a new set of clothing for Vulferam. "Now, do you have your husband's measurements?" Lissia mentally kicked herself, thinking quickly she started figuring out his dimensions for the kindly woman. "I don't, but he's tall and quite muscular around the shoulders," Lissia indicated his size to the woman who fanned her face at hearing Vulferam's basic shape. "My you have a nice one there by the sounds of it," she grabbed the tape measure and handed it to Lissia. "Is he not in the army?" "Flat feet," Lissia quickly replied. She fumbled with the tape measure and the two eventually worked out the measurements for Vulferam's new clothes. "I have cash," she pulled out some used five pound notes for the woman whose face blushed at the amount there, totalling around fifty pound. "I'll pay extra if you can finish quickly." "You're one of those Lady types aren't you, duck," the woman giggled nervously at the assumption of being in the presence of nobility. Lissia held a finger to her mouth, indicating silence on the matter which made the woman look more excited than she already was. "This will take a couple of hours, but I will make yours my top priority." Vulferam dozed in his secluded spot, the long walk and his recent meal making him tired. He had pulled out a blanket from his pack and covered himself, the ground felt remarkably comfortable and he doubted he would find a place as comfortable later in their journey so he made the most of it. He did not know how long he was asleep for when he was startled awake by the sound of two dogs sniffing around near by. He sat up and checked to see how close they were and if anyone was with them. Looking out he saw what looked to be a couple of young children playing with the dogs. He silently hoped they would move on and not discover him. They were no older than five or six years, the little boy and girl danced around each other giggling and occasionally throwing sticks for the dogs. Such innocence he had not seen in many years, he had distanced himself from children since that fateful day his skin erupted with golden fur, fearful he might harm a child or worse, eat them in his primal rage. He could not look away from the children as they played, his long hardened warrior's heart began to melt, something inside him wanted to protect the children from any harm. They were not in any danger, but the war ever loomed unspoken in the distance and bombers he flew with only days ago could fly over and blow up their homes. The thought made him feel sick. They did not linger for long, finding some blackberries and eating all they could before returning to where they came from, the dogs in tow. With the children now gone Vulferam could relax, but he could not, the adorable children had him thinking about the future and what it might entail now he had found Lissia. The image of his beautiful Lissia holding a new born child in her arms nearly had him in tears. He wanted that, the happy family, the war would make it hard at first, but he could wait, wars do not last forever. Laying back he waited for his Lissia's return, the sun was high so she should not be too much longer. The old woman finished in record time according to her, she presented Lissia with the finished garments and placed them in a paper bag. "Only two quid," she said, "You are such a nice young lady; I can't take your money." "I insist," Lissia put two notes in her hand, "Tell me, do you have any children?" "Two boys in his majesties navy and my eldest has just made me a grandmother," she boasted. "Then spoil your grandchild as best you can," Lissia walked out before the woman could see the notes in her hands. The shocked cry let her know that the gentle old woman found the value of the notes. The Vampiress walked away quickly, vanishing into the now crowded street. Lissia's return to the place she had left Vulferam was silent and the Wolf did not hear her approach, but her scent drifted to his nose like a tantalising and irresistible flower. He pounced on her the moment she stepped into his hiding place, knocking the bag from her hand and pinned her to the ground with an impassioned kiss. Once he backed away enough for her to breathe, she laughed, "Someone's in a good mood." She felt the erection Vulferam sported demanding access to her body. Vulferam buried his nose in her hair and took a deep breath, "Now you have returned, you smell fantastic," he took another deep breath, as though trying to capture every particle of the fragrance that was all Lissia. "Thank you," Lissia tried to sit up, "You need to get dressed, I hope the clothing fits; I didn't have your measurements so I guessed." Vulferam gave her another heated kiss and agreed to dress. Lissia watched with appreciation as he pulled the clothing over his naked form, the shirt was a little tight, but would have to do. "These fit better than the clothes from Crewe," he commented. "I think I had better get those measurements because I know you're going to need more clothing," Lissia sighed as the last of his tempting flesh disappeared under the fabric. "Weres have a habit of ruining clothes from what I've heard and you have done nothing to disprove that sentiment." "You torment me," Vulferam whispered in her ear, moving to her side faster than he had thought possible, he wanted to make love to her in the wilderness; not dress and move on. He could hardly think of anything else when she was around. "We must move on," she tried to sound authoritative, however his hot breath on her neck and hands snaking around her body had her head spinning, "We need to make it past Manchester tonight." His groan answered every question as to whether he would comply, reluctantly he let her go, "Tonight, milady," he told her, "I will make sure you cannot walk tomorrow so I will have to carry you the entire day." "A threat?" Lissia giggled, "Because it does nothing but make my feet move faster to our destination for the night." The long day of walking had come to an end, the sun was setting and both were ready for a rest. Lissia readied the tent while Vulferam found food. He had managed a successful shift of just his olfactory system to find some pheasants for the evening meal. Catching had been the tricky part, not actually having hunted seriously for a few centuries he managed to kill three with a sharpened stick. The triumphant hunter returned to the encampment with his kill to find Lissia building a fire, "Won't that alert others to our location?" He asked, placing the birds down at her feet. "A gift from the fey," she explained, "Starting the fire with this," she held up what looked like some ordinary flint, "The fire will be invisible along with everything the firelight touches to human eye." "A useful tool," he reached for the flint and examined it carefully, it still looked like a normal piece of flint, "What would happen if we lost it and a human found it?" "Then it would behave like flint and they would be none-the-wiser," Lissia responded, relaxing by the growing flames for a well earned rest. Vulferam sat next to her, plucking the birds readying them for roasting. His eyes lingered on her bare legs, his mind fighting his desire for dominance, they needed food, but her close proximity was quickly fuelling his desire's argument. He closed his eyes, hoping that would help for now, 'food first then sex,' he chanted over and over in his mind. The plucking of the pheasants became more aggressive, soon all three were ready to cook. Lissia noticed his movements, but said nothing, she did not need to; the bulge in the front of his new pants told her everything she needed to know. Deciding to tease him she took the birds and threaded them onto a makeshift spit and slowly began to roast them. At first she did nothing, not even look at him, her attention appeared to be completely focused on the birds. Vulferam watched her intently, waiting for her to do something that would indicate she wanted more than just standing there to cook the meat. A muscle twitch, fluttered breath, anything would do. Lissia heard his frustrated huff; slowly she peeked over her shoulder to see what her Wolf was doing. She audibly gasped at the hunger she saw in his eyes. The predatory stare reminded her of the look his Wolf gave her and she shivered in anticipation. The small movement was all he needed, he moved with lightning speed and had her pinned under him next to their magical fire. "Remove your coverings or I will tear them from you," he breathed in her ear, his tongue solidifying his intentions as he slowly dragged it along the shell of her ear. Lissia complied as quickly as she could, pausing only to watch Vulferam do the same, taking care not to destroy his clothing. No sooner than the last item of Lissia's garments hit the ground he had her down, pinned beneath him. Finding his target, he pounded into her with all the animalistic zeal that had built over the day. The Vampire could only let him go, all hopes of moving were shattered as the beast of a man claimed his woman, not that Lissia minded, he had her peaking within moments and held her there. Once again Vulferam's skin began to sprout the golden hairs of his Wolf, the silken texture sweeping over Lissia exposed flesh drove her to the edge of insanity, clamping her hand over her mouth to stop the scream that threatened to escape. Vulferam did not want it to end, he could feel his climax rapidly approaching and he growled, "Bite me, Lis," he demanded. Those words were more than she could handle, his demand pulled her fangs from their resting place and the venom all but squirted from their tips. Without licking his skin she bit down and Vulferam howled, the venom coursing through his veins lighting every nerve with overwhelming pleasure. He returned the favour by biting his beloved Vampire in kind. Gradually they returned to reality, the smell of the roasting birds making Vulferam feel hungry in a different way. He looked down at Lissia, who still swooned, a droplet of his blood in the corner of her mouth, her fangs barely visible below her lip and a glazed look in her eyes, he knew he had done that and he could not be prouder. "I guess you have eaten," he smirked, leaning down to lick away the stray blood drop. Lissia smiled dreamily, "You are tastier than any morsel of food you could offer," sitting up, she watched her Wolf move naked around their campsite towards the fire and the cooking pheasants. He turned the birds before returning to her side. Luftwaffe Wolf Ch. 06 "As are you," he said as he sat beside her, tracing her jaw with his finger tips, "Everything else is merely sustenance to keep me alive." For an unknown length of time they sat together in each other's arms, Vulferam occasionally turning the pheasants until they were cooked and they ate in silence. The pheasants were nothing, but a pile of bones nest to the fire by the time Vulferam finished eating. Lissia had a few bites, but decided to drink from Vulferam again, much to his delight. The night was getting late and they had travelled quite a distance, Lissia tugged on Vulferam's arm, "Let's go to bed," she yawned in a less than flattering way. The Wolf smiled, he followed his Vampire to the tent and crawled in with her, lying down with the sleeping bags zipped together allowing them to hold each other during the night. He closed his eyes when he heard Lissia giggling. "Something amuses you?" He asked her, opening one eye to look at her. "I can't close the tent," she told him, her voice creaking into another round of giggles. "How is that funny?" He was more alert, sitting up to see what was so humorous about not closing the tent flap when he saw his feet sticking out the bottom. "That's it? I need to move up?" With a slight huff he moved back so his feet were in the tent. Lissia closed the tent flaps and Vulferam laid down again, this time his head came into contact with the other end. Lissia began to laugh again. "I will sleep diagonally then," he smugly grinned, proud of the way he had solved the problem. Moving to the new position he laid down again to find he barely fit this way either. Lissia's chuckle erupted again when he grunted in dissatisfaction. "You wouldn't know of a magical device that could make this tent any bigger do you?" He asked her with his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If there is, Alec didn't give me one," Lissia laughed, "I have an idea," she enjoyed watching his face turn red with frustration, but she could not torment him for the rest of the night. She left the tent and began constructing the second tent. "What are you doing?" Vulferam asked when she had been gone for longer than he wanted. He was glad to see the tent flaps open and expected Lissia to join him again when he saw her zip the flaps from the second tent to the one he occupied. "Just like the sleeping bags," she said, satisfied with her solution. She crawled into the sleeping bag with him again, "Smart as well as beautiful, what a lucky wolf I am," his comment earned him a playful slap. "Women through the ages have frequently solved problems for the men that kept them, I should know, I have been one many times," she snuggled into Vulferam's arms again, "I live to solve problems, particularly those that concern those I love." Knowing what she meant he said nothing. He did, however, pull her on top of him and began kissing her in the way he had read about in stories of old. Before they knew it they were in a slow dance of love that carried them late into the night. Tristan walked towards his room, the manor house felt empty without his vampiric child to throw jovial insults at him. It was the first time they had been separated in over a century and this time he had no idea if he would see her again any time soon. He was happy for Lissia, though he missed her already. His footsteps echoed through the empty hall as he neared his room. Opening the door he found it no longer felt warm and comforting, but cold and repelling. He sighed heavily and walked in closing the door behind him and turning the lock, more out of habit than necessity. He went through his evening ritual of writing his thoughts down in his diary. How many of these had he written over time? Thousands probably, each housed in the library of the Pantheon for safe keeping. He read over his latest entry; even that felt cold and distant. Closing the book he changed for bed. He had just settled for the night when a soft knocking at his door disturbed him. "I'm coming," he called out, unlocking the door once he reached it. "Gabe?" The Cherub looked more depressed than Tristan did, "May I come in?" He asked politely, waiting for invitation. Tristan stepped aside to allow Gabe to enter, "Something on your mind?" Gabe nodded, "I feel lost," he said sadly, "I held my tongue and now I will never know." "She made her choice," Tristan said bluntly, "If she felt any affection for you the way you would have liked she would have acted on it." He sat next to the Cherub and sighed, "You are a good man, and you will one day find a woman or man who will complete you. Do not dwell on what might have been; you might miss what is right in front of you." The Cherub could not find comfort in the Vampire's words, "Still hurts." "It always does," Tristan reached for a hidden bottle of scotch and poured the Angel a drink, "It will dull the pain." For those who are interested, I have set up a facebook page for all my excuses :P I haven't got many followers on it right now but the link is on my profile page, feel free to give me direct feedback or inquiry about updates. I've learned to turn the TV off when I'm writing which is a surprisingly big help.