6 comments/ 31886 views/ 14 favorites Vampire Hunter Dee By: Nikasha It was finally the weekend. Surely she would see him in the Square tonight. Without a doubt. Dee smiled to herself as she sat before her vanity, considering her look for the evening. She really only had four options in this seaside resort town; she could go as a local beach rat, a tourist, a Goth or a skate punk. The Goth look was just not an option with her long blond curls, and she could never stay on a skateboard more than two seconds. Three tops. And a beach rat would never hold his attention for long. Very well then, she smiled, tourist it is. Dee pulled her long curls back into a loose braid and applied a little mascara to her already dark lashes. Lipstick, too, was a necessity for her plan. The dark wine color made her lips look ripe for the taking. Perfume? Dee wriggled slightly where she sat. She was aroused just thinking of him, and that was all the fragrance she needed. Going to her closet, she chose a sleeveless black top and a matching cover-up that tied at one hip and fell to just above her knees. Dee stepped into sexy sandals and headed for the door. "No," she thought, "not yet." With a wicked grin, Dee slid her panties off and tossed them back into her bedroom. NOW she was ready. The Square was only a couple of blocks from her apartment, and she walked eagerly, enjoying the smell of the ocean on the evening breeze, moving among the other people still milling about. She found a seat at a restaurant and ordered a glass of wine. Dee sipped thoughtfully as her eyes scanned the crowd. Where would he be tonight? There was a crowd around the street performer, who only moved when a dollar was put in his jar, but it was the usual lot of tourists. A pack of Goth kids stood across the way, looking surly and misunderstood in their baggy dark clothes, facial piercings and eyeliner. "Ahhh, there he is," Dee smiled into her wine. Behind the kids, between two shops, moonlight traced the stirring of his too-black hair. She quivered with barely suppressed excitement, looked away, then back at him again. And was rewarded with a quick flash of his smoldering eyes as they reflected the light back at her. If she had blinked, she would have missed it. If she had not been looking for it, she would have dismissed it without a second thought. Well, SHE wouldn't have. Dee stared at the shadow between the shops and very deliberately crossed her legs, purring to herself as the cover-up parted to reveal her entire thigh and hip. Again, his eyes burned in the darkness, and she did not look away. He stepped partially from shadows, and she licked her lips before taking a sip of wine, her heart hammering. "By the Gods above and below," Dee whispered, "you are GORGEOUS." A slow smile stretched his full lips as he watched her watching him, and almond shaped eyes burned like fire above high cheekbones as he stepped back into the shadows. "That's my cue," she muttered, her eyes not leaving his form. She took a last sip of wine, tucked a folded bill beneath the glass and stood. She could feel him calling her to him and quivered. Dee passed through the crowd and headed for the shadow where he had been, moving between the shops and down the sandy path to the beach. She didn't have to see him, he pulled her forward as surely as if he had her in his grasp. He was leaning against one of the pilings of the pier, his waist-length black hair moving in the sea breeze as if it were a wild thing. "Looking for someone?" His rich chocolate voice actually made her knees weak. "No," Dee said, stepping boldly within reach. "Looking for you." She was nearly lost in his dark laughter as he took her face in his hands and bent to kiss her. Had he always been that tall? That strong? That overwhelmingly demandingly sexual? She melted against his hard, lean body, moaning as he devoured her mouth with his lips and tongue, her hands clutching ineffectively at his swirling hair. Dee was gasping for breath, trying to regain her balance-was the ground spinning? He had moved back enough to look down at her, smiling that deliciously hungry smile. "And what did you expect, once you had found me?" There, the merest trace of the accent that she hadn't been able to place before. But now she could finally see the beautiful Asian planes of his face. She had been so entranced by the sound of his voice, it took a moment to understand his question. Dee grinned up at him. "Everything, of course." His hand was beneath her skirt, clutching her newly shaved pussy, one finger teasing. "Absolutely everything?" She couldn't help but moan and thrust against his hand. "And shall I take you here, in view of the tourists, or did you have another place in mind?" Dee watched as he licked her juices from his hand. "Yes... I mean, I have a place." His arm went around her waist, guiding her back toward the crowd, the lights, and the noise. His fingers were teasing her bare hip, and she could feel his dark laughter every time his touch made her lose her balance. He was such a bastard. "I? But were you not LOOKING for me?" Dee thought that for a moment the sound of his voice alone would make her climax. She looked at him with lust-glazed eyes before starting up the stairs to her place, knowing he would follow the sway of her hips, hoping he would wait until they were inside the apartment. Inside, he was a shadow amongst the shadows again, his hair finally still around his shoulders. He watched her light a dozen or so tall hurricane candles, his eyes reflecting the flames. "Yukio, at your service," he said with a bow. "Dee," she said, going to her knees before him. "At yours." Her fingers deftly opened his pants, wondering what was it about black leather and vampires, as she released his cock with a hungry growl. She rubbed her cheek against his thickening shaft, inhaling his scent. It was his turn to moan as she took him into her hot wet mouth, his strong hands clenching in her hair as she swallowed him whole. Almost immediately, his cock was rock hard and throbbing in her throat, and he used her hair to move her head as he thrust almost lazily in and out of her mouth. Her tongue danced and swirled over his pulsing rod, tracing the flaring ridge of his crown, stabbing into his slit for his oozing precum. Dee held his gaze as she slowly dragged her teeth down the length of his cock and over the purple tip. He quivered above her and she smiled knowingly. Ducking her head, she greedily slurped at his balls, sucking each orb into her mouth and bathing them with her tongue. Yukio rubbed his leaking, swollen cock across her face, painting glistening trails of fluid over her cheeks, nose and chin. She purred between his knees and fluttered the tip of her tongue just beneath the head, laughing softly as his thighs quivered. His eyes were narrow slits as he pulled her head back by her hair. "You know what comes of teasing," he warned. "You," she purred, opening her mouth and extending her tongue wantonly. Dee nearly choked as he drove his cock into her mouth, his hand on the back of her head grinding her nose into his pubic hair. She swallowed convulsively, her throat closing around him. He worked his hips in a rough circle, enjoying the sensations and her helplessness. He withdrew and she gasped for breath, and he thrust his cock home again, fucking into her mouth with short demanding strokes, his breath coming faster. She swallowed around him again and he moaned, quickly pulling his pulsing meat from her mouth. She grinned up at him and stabbed at his slit with the tip of her tongue. With a growl he pulled her head back as his cock erupted, spurting hot jets of his seed into her mouth. Yukio pushed his cock between her lips, before he had finished spewing, and she latched on eagerly, milking him dry, sucking every last drop of cream up from his quivering balls. She moaned around him and swirled her tongue over his tip, not allowing him to soften. He allowed her to pull back, smiled as she kissed the glistening swollen head. Dee rose to her feet, gave him a "come hither glance" and moved into her bedroom with a candle. When she turned, he stood in the doorway, gloriously naked. "You are over-dressed," he said. Laughing, she untied the bow at her hip and dropped the skirt to the floor. She heard his breath catch as her juices dripped down her inner thigh, glistening in the candle's light. Too fast to see, Yukio closed the distance between them, his hands ripping her blouse away as if it were made of tissue paper. Then she was pinned beneath him on the bed as he ravished her with kisses, his hands hot on her breasts, his long hair falling around them both, in a dark whisper. His mouth was demanding on hers, sucking at her lips and tongue, stealing her breath. She felt a jolt of anticipation when she his teeth graze her throat. But his mouth moved lower and Dee arched beneath him as his teeth closed over her nipples, sucking and nipping them into aching points of pure pleasure before moving on. His tongue was pure fire as it stabbed into her dripping center, plunging deeply, noisily slurping at her juices. "Give it to me," Yukio demanded. He spread her slippery petals with his fingers and swirled his tongue over her clit. She gasped, her body rigid and on the brink. He drew back the hood of her swollen bud and lowly licked the exposed tip. Dee screamed and bucked beneath him as the orgasm ripped through her. She reached for him, but Yukio pinned her hands to the bed with his own, his tongue working furiously over her pulsing clit, coaxing the sweet flood of her juices. She sobbed with each spasm as he drew her further into the rushing pleasure, refusing to release her, refusing to stop until she was begging him for mercy. "I must say, I thought you'd have lasted longer," Yukio purred from between her thighs, licking her juices from his lips. Speech was beyond Dee. She merely gazed at him, grinning like a mutant Cheshire. Yukio traced a random pattern high on her inner thigh with his tongue... and sank his teeth deep, finding the femoral artery and feeding at last. After the initial flash of pain, Dee gave in to his hunger, knotting her hands in his hair and drawing him closer. Yukio's Kiss soon had her writhing beneath him, especially as he worked two fingers in and out of her hot, eager pussy. He withdrew and moved up her body, sucking her juices from his fingers and then kissing her mouth, sharing the flavor of his feasts. "My turn" she purred, and surprised him by flipping him to his back before climbing astride. Yukio sighed appreciatively as she slowly impaled herself on his thick erection. Dee moved her hips in a slow circle, stretching herself to accommodate him with a little moan. He quivered to feel her hot velvet core clench around his cock like a fist. "Haunt me in my dreams, will you?" Dee rode him oh so slowly, still gripping him hard with her muscles. "What better way to learn what you like?" he asked, reaching up to roll her nipples between his fingers roughly, his laughter dark as she moaned and shivered atop him. "Works both ways," she purred. Dee raked her nails down his chest and across the dark circles of his own nipples. He rewarded her with a full arching thrust that lifted them both from the bed. Her hands reached behind her, scratching up the insides of his thighs, laughing as he trembled, his cock jumping within her. Dee leaned forward and kissed him lustily, biting his lower lip and feeling the electric sting of his blood on her tongue. "Bad boy," she whispered, nipping his earlobe while her hips moved in slow figure eights. "Never allowing me to see your face. Never allowing me to know your name." Dee licked the path of his jawbone and bit his other lobe. "All the while filling my dreams with your cock..." She sat up, and smiled down at him, her lips stained with his blood. His wrists were held in manacles above his head. Yukio smiled and allowed her the fantasy of having him chained, pumping steadily into her greedy hot core. "Well, what did you expect?" he said, starting to lose himself in the pleasure of her body. "You are something of a myth among my kind. I had to know if the rumors were true about the woman who preferred us to mortal men." Dee increased her pace, riding his cock eagerly, pinching his nipples and thrilling to his gasps of pleasure. She leaned forward again, kissing him deeply, hands braced on his shoulders as she drove them both toward completion. "Come, my beautiful devil," she purred, "give me what I want." Her fingers were merciless on his nipples. With an bestial cry, Yukio drove into her demanding velvet sheath, his back arched off the bed, his body filmed with sweat as he finally pumped his thick seed into her depths, bucking as he felt her spasm around him, coming with him. Yukio longed to take her in his arms, to feel her heart pounding against his chest. Amazingly, the flimsy manacles held him tight. Dee sat atop him, smiling wickedly. Reaching between her thighs, she gathered their mingled juices and carefully painted an arcane pattern on his chest. "You are mine, Yukio-devil." He laughed and fought the restraints again, unbelieving. His laughter died in his throat and his eyes blazed. "You can fight them for a thousand years and they will still hold you. At their core is the hair of one of your brethren. I bought them on EBay." His look was black as she bent to kiss him, once again biting his lip and taking his blood. She dismounted and walked to a little cabinet where she withdrew a dark, rune-covered bottle. Pulling the cork, Dee carefully spat his blood into its secret depths. She gathered some of their mingled essence from where it dripped down her inner thigh, and this too was added to the bottle. She corked it tightly and placed it back in the cabinet. Yukio looked at her in horror. Dee smoothed his hair and kissed him softly. "Now and forever, you are truly mine, Yukio. Didn't they warn you that I would lock your soul away in my pretty cabinet?" His eyes widened, and she knew he had heard and ignored their words. "How many mortals have you tormented, held in your thrall, you greedy, beautiful devil?" Yukio actually opened his mouth to tell her. Dee put her finger over his lips, smiling gently at his panic. "Not so fun when the shoe's on the other foot is it?" She couldn't help but laugh. "Actually, it is, but I won't tease you." "You are a wicked woman," he said sullenly. "I? But you've been hunting me, following me for months, and seducing me in my sleep. Did you think you were better than the others?" His embarrassed look told her he had. "Now then, some rules before I release you. Yes, don't look so shocked, I don't intend you keep you tied up-how are you to use those talented fingers then? The cabinet won't open to you and you can't break the bottle. In fact, you won't even be able to SEE it. You won't be able to kill me, either by feeding or otherwise, and I know you'd like nothing more than just that." She reached above his head, and his hands were free. Yukio rubbed his wrists, giving her the blackest look with his dark eyes. Dee purred and pulled him from the bed and into the bathroom. "Come on, shower time. The night is young, and I intend to fuck you until I can't walk straight." In spite of himself, Yukio's cock rose eagerly at the prospect. Vampire Hunter Dee Ch. 02 Dee deftly twisted her long blond curls up on top of her head and held them in place with a big spring-clip. Yukio stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his waist-length black hair falling smooth and straight without any evidence of their previous romp. "Vampires," she muttered enviously and twisted his thick hair up, too. Dee swatted his tight, perfect ass when she was done. Yukio stared at her sullenly, resisting her charms completely. Except for his cock, of course. It stood tall and engorged, pulsing with his heartbeat. Dee smiled and started the shower, bending to adjust the temperature, knowing the smooth curve of her hip and ass was taunting him. His look was still dark when she turned to usher him into the steaming water. Maybe it was the hot pink hair clip? Dee luxuriated in the near-scalding shower, laughing and stretching out her limbs in the strong spray as goose bumps raced over her skin. She put the vanilla scented liquid soap and the puff into his reluctant hands. "Bathe me," she commanded with a purr, turning her back to him. With a long-suffering sigh, Yukio obeyed. He squirted the soap onto the puff and started on her shoulders. He scrubbed half-heartedly, lazily. "If you can't do any better than that, I will chain you to the pier and leave you for the sun. Don't think that I won't." Yukio muttered something nasty beneath his breath, but his performance improved a thousand-fold. He worked the soapy puff in small circles from her shoulder to her wrist and then back along her sensitive inner arm, leaving her skin tingling before starting on her back. He was using more pressure now, and she braced herself against the shower wall, moaning appreciatively as he worked the swirling patterns down her spine. He soaped the round globes of her ass and then knelt to scrub her long tanned legs. Dee turned to face him, and he worked his way back up her legs, swirling the lather across her stomach and up between her breasts. Yukio dropped the puff and added more soap directly to her breasts. His hands slid over her slippery skin as he rubbed the vanilla scented foam on her nipples and tried to capture the rosy buds between his fingers. "Is that a SMILE? I thought you were hating every moment of this." His snarl was feral. "If you feel that way about it, you missed a spot." Yukio's hands came at her from both the front and the back, rubbing between her legs; his fingers tickling her bare pussy as well as her ass. She wriggled in his arms, soaping him despite his obvious distaste. "Vampires should not smell of vanilla," he said. "Mine do," she replied, stroking his cock with one very soapy hand. Dee laughed knowingly as his erection leapt in her grasp, and she teased the flared crown with her slippery fingers. Her other hand moved down to cup and squeeze his balls, one finger teasing behind them. Dee pumped his cock eagerly in her slippery hand as Yukio moaned and bucked his hips, his eyes closing with pleasure. Dee stepped back into the steaming water, tugging him forward by his balls. Despite his protests, she knew he loved the heat as much as she did. She turned and leaned into the wall, wiggling her hips at him. Yukio slapped the showerhead to the side as he closed the distance between them, nestling his hard cock against her ass, humping slowly as his hands claimed her breasts, admiring the sight of his erection spreading her cheeks. Dee pressed against him wantonly, grinding back against his cock, arching into his hands, moaning loudly as his fingers roughly rolled and pinched her nipples. The pleasure arced directly to her pussy, and she felt her labia swell and drip in anticipation. In a flash, his hands had moved to grasp her hips and his cock was driving up into her ravenous core, lifting her off her feet. Yukio growled and pressed her forward into the wall, her face and chest forced to the cold tile, her hands braced uselessly as he fucked her, easily holding her in position. Dee moaned at the delicious savagery, feeling his cock stretch her open as he fought her control, using his anger to fuel his lust, pulling her hips down to meet each furious stab into greedy, grasping pussy. Yukio used one hand in her hair to pull her away from the wall, only to sink his teeth into the yielding curve of her neck, shuddering as her blood exploded into his mouth. His hips bucked violently, as he sent jet after jet flooding into her pussy, growling as he fed deeply, wanting everything she had, wanting her blood to tinge his whole world red, wanting to bathe in the glory of her death throes... He couldn't do it. Yukio swore and bit her again. And again. Each time, withdrawing after only the smallest of tastes. "You keep biting me like that, and I'm going to cum again." Dee's voice was hoarse, and her chest and throat were flushed from the intense orgasm that had racked her. He pushed her off his still rigid cock, and she slipped almost bonelessly to the floor of the shower, trembling as she slowly recovered. His hand moved to help her to her feet, almost against his will. "What have you done to me?" She felt the question rumble through his chest as she leaned against him. Dee smiled against his smooth skin. "Nothing you wouldn't have done to me. I just beat you to the punch. Don't be a sore loser." She bit gently at his nipple, then reached for the showerhead, the hot water soothing her bruised and bitten flesh. She soaped her tender pussy and quickly rinsed clean. Yukio was looking at her darkly as she played the hot water over him before turning off the shower. "I don't care what you say," Dee grinned. "Your cock is loving every minute of this." He had to smile at that. Yukio accepted a towel from her, but merely wrapped it around his waist while she dried herself teasingly in front of him. Dee drew him out into the bedroom, a candle burning at the vanity, where she sat him. She released his hair from the hot pink clip and reached for her brush. Standing behind Yukio, she slowly drew the stiff bristles through his thick hair. His raven locks were untangled and offered little resistance. She pushed it over his shoulders so it hung in a shimmering black curtain down his chest, and continued brushing. She smiled at his response as the coarse bristles teased across one nipple. Dee brushed down that side again, moving slowly so that each row of bristles caressed him, one by one. She applied more pressure on the other side, and was rewarded with a growl. As she rasped the brush over his nipple again, Dee leaned in and bit the back of his neck. "Damn you, woman." He was no longer sitting before the vanity, but pinning her to the bed with his superior strength. His hands squeezed her breasts together as he licked, sucked and bit her own ripe nipples, moving quickly from one to the other. She arched hard beneath him as his teeth pierced her tender flesh repeatedly, very nearly climaxing from the jolting sensations. She reached for him, but Yukio grabbed her wrists and held them over her head, his grip so tight she soon lost all feeling in her hands. He snarled at her in pure animal lust as he stabbed his swollen cock into her greedy, sopping pussy. Moaning, she clenched hard around his driving shaft, and he responded by gripping her wrists so tightly, she feared the bones would crumble. "You're hurting me," Dee gasped out. "Good." Yukio's venomous gaze matched his brutal thrusts into her; even so, she wrapped her legs around his waist and attempted to do more than just take it. "Is this what you wanted?" He growled down at her. "Sex with a vampire all you dreamed it would be?" Yukio's thick hair was all around her, blocking out everything but the smoldering embers of his eyes. It seemed to move in a nonexistent breeze as his anger blossomed into a murderous rage. His inhuman pace was taking its toll on her body; no amount of lubrication could withstand his furious pace. He was perspiring freely, his thrusts becoming even more violently demanding, his cock pulsing ominously within her battered velvet walls. He bit her throat viciously, twisting to tear her flesh, and ground his hips ruthlessly against her, emptying his seed into her with a grunt. After little more than a swallow, he fell to the side, denied his kill. Again. Dee extricated her hands and checked that her wrists still worked; the skin was bruised almost black. She wanted to touch and check the bite on her throat but her fingers were just barely starting to tingle, and she knew she would only hurt herself further. "Yes, Yukio-devil," she said as though unfazed, "sex with you is what I wanted. Now clean up your mess." He looked at her as if she had just grown two extra heads. "Now." Dee would have snapped her fingers, but she didn't think she could pull it off just yet. Instead, she concentrated on exactly what she expected him to do, refusing to give in to the fear that she had made a terrible mistake. Yukio moved between her tanned thighs sullenly. "Some enthusiasm would be nice, lover," she purred. He didn't deign to respond, but pushed his long hair out of the way and pressed a soft kiss on her inner thigh. His tongue gently bathed her swollen, outer lips, then pressed in to trace her enflamed inner labia. He kissed the tip of her engorged clit before gently spreading her open with his cool fingers. Slowly his tongue licked across her abused entrance. Carefully, his long tongue pressed deeper inside her clenched muscles. Dee relaxed, releasing his thick cream to flood his mouth; her hands now knotted in his hair, she held him close and allowed him no escape. After a moment's hesitation, Yukio's tongue was working deeper into her core, and he slurped noisily between her thighs, lewdly devouring his own salty fluids from her flesh. He rolled her hips upward and pushed his thumbs in to spread apart her velvet walls, then slipped his tongue in again, probing deeply for every last drop of his essence. She was juicing with pleasure again, and Yukio devoured her slippery pink flesh with hungry little moans. The tip of his tongue teased across her anus and Dee nearly lost control. Bit by bit, he wriggled and pushed into her tight ring, his tongue coaxing her open. His fingers sank into her sopping core, working with the rhythm of his mouth, fingers going in, tongue going out, fingers coming out, tongue pushing in. Dee moaned, her hips working. He withdrew, only to push his two juice-slathered fingers into her ass. She quivered in anticipation. Yukio crossed and uncrossed his fingers within her tight ring, thump, thump, thumping inside her as he slowly sucked her clit into his mouth. Dee groaned, limbs spread wide, eyes open and unseeing. Thump. Thump. Thump. His tongue swirled around and around her clit as he sucked it faster. His fingers were working in and out now, too, and her drooling juices soaked his hand as he forced her closer and closer with his dancing tongue. With his free hand, Yukio reached up and pinched her nearest nipple. Dee sobbed as the orgasm ripped through her body, each spasm wrenching another cry from her arching, thrashing form. Yukio's fingers were momentarily trapped within her clenching ass, but he continued to cross and uncross them mercilessly. Until she locked her thighs around his head and threatened to remove it from his shoulders. He relented and she allowed him to withdraw. Yukio moved up to tweak her nipples, laughing as his slightest touch sent her into another bout of spasms. He stretched out beside her, teasing one finger over her skin just when she seemed to calm down, purring like the proverbial cat as she twitched. At last, when she could think again, she batted his hand away. "Just for that, you can sleep under the bed today." "Under the bed?" Yukio was indignant. "Yes, the sun rises in ten minutes. How far do you think you can get?" Vampire Hunter Dee Ch. 03 Dee moved painfully to the door. She had already soaked in a hot tub until the water turned tepid, but she was still excruciatingly sore. "Who is it?" she asked softly, one hand reaching for the baseball bat. "It's Dominic." With a relieved sigh, Dee unlocked the door and smiled up into the hazel eyes of the man who stood over six and a half feet tall. The crimson sunset was reflected on his freshly shaved head, and his white tee shirt seemed to be at least two sizes too small, stretched tightly over his powerful chest and arms. And of course, there were the obligatory black leather pants. "What, you think you're Vin Diesel, now?" Dee couldn't help but reach up to touch his smooth head. Dominic chuckled. "His movies are hot and women love this look. And there's a lot of stupid tourists around here." She beckoned him inside and closed the door before receiving his hug with a grateful purr. His skin was hot to the touch. "The sun's barely set, and you're already full?" He grinned down at her and shrugged. "Couldn't help myself. Besides, thought you might need me... extra strong." Dominic looked at the black bruises on her wrists and the vicious bite on her throat. He looked at her questioningly. "Caught a new one," Dee smiled. "And how is he?" "Sullen. Angry. One hell of a fuck." She felt her battered pussy respond eagerly, and she winced. "I was just going to make some tea," Dee said, heading for the kitchen with careful, pained steps. Dominic caught her up in his strong arms as though she weighed nothing, cradling her against his chest like a child as he moved to sit on the sofa. "I don't think tea is going to do it," he said softly, stroking her hair. "You should be more careful." "I'm trying, Dom. I know the rule: no anal until he's tamed." Her sex was suddenly achingly eager at the memory of Yukio's fingers thumping in her ass, and she winced again. "This won't do," he said. Dominic opened his wrist with his sharp teeth, and pressed the wound to her lips. He nodded as she latched on gratefully, drawing his strength into her, his blood immediately working to repair her damaged body. He stroked her hair and smiled into her eyes as they glazed over. "Enough," Dee said, pushing his wrist away sooner than he liked. "Gods, Dom, you're like a drug." "My little addict." His soft laugh rumbled through her head where it rested on his chest. He turned her head to reassess the bite on her throat. "Looking better already." "Feeling better," see said, wriggling in his arms. Dominic slid one big hand up her thigh, lifting the hem of her short smock to examine her. "Very pink," he said, and pushed one finger gently between her labia. "Very wet." He sucked her juices from his finger. "Mmm...you taste like GIRL." Dee reached up and kissed him, her tongue slipping around his. "So do you." He chuckled again. "When's your new toy due to rise?" She looked out the window at the deepening twilight. "Any time now. I hope he remembers he's under the bed." The words had barely left her lips, when the sounds of heavy furniture connecting with sleepy man came from the bedroom. His swearing was eloquent. "Japanese?" Dominic asked her quietly. Dee shrugged and rose as the bedroom door opened. Yukio stopped in the doorway bowed low to Dominic. "Yukio Asakura?" Dominic laughed in disbelief. "The last time I saw you, you were seducing rich tourists in Tokyo. Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Dominic's rich voice had turned smug. Yukio's dark eyes narrowed until they were only slits in his angry face. He pointed at Dee accusingly. "She is a witch!" "Not exactly," Dominic said. "She trapped me!" "Yes." Dominic stretched out his legs before him and crossed his ankles. "I taught her well." "This is intolerable! The tribes will--" "The tribes will do NOTHING for someone foolish enough to disregard the warnings and allow himself to be captured," Dominic said softly. "Only further humiliation lies down that path, my friend. Trust me." Dominic had made sure of it. Yukio seethed, still standing naked in the bedroom doorway. "Stop behaving like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Yukio, and go make me some tea." Yukio's winced as though struck. He looked impassively at Dee for a long moment, before heading in to the kitchen to start the kettle. Dominic chuckled and pulled her back down into his lap. "You've done well, little vixen," he purred into her ear, his tongue teasing her lobe as his hand moved up the inside of her thigh again. He licked across the healing wound on her throat, feeling her instinctively tense and then relax. Her thighs opened eagerly as his fingers brushed the juicy folds of her pussy, and he pushed two of his digits into her slippery core with agonizing slowness. Her mouth was sweet and demanding as she sucked at his lips and tongue, stealing his breath. Yukio cleared his throat in annoyance. "Your tea." Dee ground her hips against Dominic's hand, and snapped her fingers. Yukio looked at her in outrage. "An old fashioned boy like you should know how to serve tea properly," Dominic said, slowly working his fingers in and out of her greedy sex. Shaking with emotion, Yukio took the cup of tea back into the kitchen. In a few moments, he returned bearing a small tray, the teacup and appropriate condiments neatly arranged. A look of supreme distaste briefly clouded his features, and then he sank gracefully to his knees and placed the tray on the coffee table, before bowing low, his forehead brushing the carpet. After a moment, he made as if to rise. Without turning her attention from Dominic's thrusting fingers, Dee held out her hand to Yukio in an unmistakable command: Stay. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as Yukio's fury threatened to incinerate them all. His fists clenched uselessly as he was forced to kneel like a geisha awaiting Dee's pleasure. He was further angered by his insolent cock standing at full attention, as he was forced to watch Dominic's fingers tease her. The room was filled with the scent and sounds of her pleasure as she writhed on Dominic's lap. Dominic looked at the kneeling vampire, and held his gaze as his fingers pushed Dee closer and closer to release. "I'm not sure you deserve this hot little cunt," he rumbled. "You have to know how to please her." Dee was gasping for breath, her body quivering and taut. "You can't control her through abuse..." "Oh, Gods, Dom--please," she begged as his fingers slowed. "See?" His smile was predatory as he thrust his fingers deep and brushed his thumb across her swollen clit. Dee sobbed as the orgasm took her, Dominic's fingers still working steadily in and out of her clenching core, his thumb rolling her clit in small circles with each spasm. It wasn't until she had quieted that he slipped his fingers free, painting her glistening juices up the line of her throat and across her lips. Dominic watched Yukio fume as he sucked his fingers clean. "Be nice, Dominic," Dee said, slipping from his lap and turning to open his fly. "That wasn't nice?" Dominic pulled her smock off over her head, revealing the glistening treasure between her thighs to Yukio. "Be. Nice." She held his thick, engorged cock in her hands. Everything about him was so damned BIG. "Yes, ma'am," Dominic smiled, winking at Yukio. Yukio growled from where he knelt in impatient, aching arousal. Dee slowly licked up the length of Dominic's still-growing erection and around the flaring crown. She fluttered her tongue just beneath the tip, then stabbed it into his slit, eager to taste him. Dominic thrust his hips upwards, pushing his swollen glans into her mouth. He looked down to watch her lips tighten around his circumference. "It's a good thing a woman's body stretches to accommodate us, isn't it, Yukio?" Dominic grinned. Dee was worshiping his cock with her hands and mouth, rubbing her face on his pulsing shaft, smearing the first of his juices across her cheeks and chin. "Dominic." "Yes, my little vixen?" He turned his eyes away from the anguished Yukio, and met her burning gaze. "You have entirely too many clothes on." Dominic helped her to her feet, then rose with animal grace. With tantalizing slowness, he pulled the tight tee up and over his head, dropping it to the side. He kicked off his shoes and then slid the black leather pants down over his hips and thighs, then stepped out of them. "Were you a fertility god in a previous life?" Dee asked him in admiration. "No, but I have been worshiped as one every now and again." Dominic stood before her, glorious in his blatant strength and virility. Dee tweaked his nipples as she stood on her toes to bite at his chin, his cock trapped between their bodies. Dominic's big hands went to her ass, pressing her tightly against him as bent to kiss her lips. She trembled against him, eager to have him after so long, and wondering how she ever managed it. "I have just what you need, little vixen," he purred. Dominic's tongue was bloody when it slipped into her mouth, forcing more of his strength into her fragile body. She was still feeding eagerly when he slowly impaled her on his massive cock. Dee gasped as the fat head spread her wide and began its inexorable journey into her hungry core. His hot blood was filling her mouth again as he forced his kiss upon her, the drug-like pleasure distracting her and easing his way, until his cock was fully imbedded between her thighs. Dee rested her head on his shoulder, gasping for breath as her body struggled to adjust to his size. "Dom, don't move, not yet," she whispered, quivering. His laughter rumbled in her ear. "Don't move?" One finger slipped in to tease across her anus. She whimpered, thighs tightening around his waist, feeling like he was going to push out through her throat, and trying to hold still. Dominic looked at Yukio, still kneeling, still waiting. Still very obviously aroused. "She doesn't want me to move," he chuckled, and began to work his hips in small, slow circles, his hands still holding her firmly seated on his cock. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Dominic slowly lifted her until only the flared tip of his cock remained within her. "Is she bleeding?" he asked Yukio. "No, she's juicing like a--" "Mind your manners, boy," Dominic growled in warning. "Unlike you, I don't wish to damage her. She gives and accepts so much more when you please her." Dee was squirming in his hands, trying to get his cock back inside her. She groaned when Dominic lowered her slowly, filling her to capacity, stretching her body to its limit. Dominic looked deep in her eyes, judging her response. "Ready, little one?" "I'll climax if you move..." His rich laughter filled the room. "That's the whole idea!" Dominic's arms held her close as his hips worked his cock in and out of her tight core with agonizing slowness. True to her word, Dee came almost immediately, sobbing in his arms as he continued to slowly pump his massive erection into her. He kissed her closed eyes, and deposited her gently on the couch, still moving steadily. "How's the view, Yukio?" Dominic teased, moving a little faster, a little harder. Dee's nails raked his back, and her hips were thrusting upward to meet his. He grunted as she clenched around him. "Got you now, Dominic," she said, gasping as her muscles struggled to grip him. "Yes, ma'am," he purred, driving into her juicy cunt, knowing he no longer needed to be quite as gentle, but still taking his time. He kissed her thoroughly as she writhed beneath him, forcing her to take more of his blood, his strength. Dee pinched his nipples, and nearly lost control again as his cock leapt within her. His eyes were darkened when he looked at her, and she could see the effort his control required, despite the easy, graceful movements of his body. She bit Dominic's shoulder, not quite breaking the skin, and was rewarded with a stab of his cock that left her breathless. "Are you ready?" Dominic's eyes were nearly black, and she knew that without his blood, she would not survive. Surely he'd given her enough. Dee met his gaze fearlessly, then bared her throat to him, her body open and willing to his demands. Dominic slipped one hand behind her neck, inhaled her scent, and drove his teeth into her soul. All control was lost in the initial flood into his mouth. His lust for her sweet, pliant body was rivaled only by his overwhelming hunger for her essence. Dee's orgasm ripped through her as Dominic's massive cock rammed deeper and deeper, knocking the wind from her. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he fed voraciously, moaning against her throat as her blood drove him to climax, and the pleasure swirled around and through them both. "Dominic, you're killing her." Yukio's hand was on his shoulder.. Dominic snarled at him, his hand closing on Yukio's throat. "You are killing her," he said softly. The words sunk in, and Dominic slowed, nodding to Yukio as the blood lust released him. Dee was pale and still beneath him. "Are you with us, little vixen?" Dominic's voice rumbled in her ear. Dee found it nearly impossible to open her eyes, but she nodded. Or thought she did. "Open your eyes. Look at me." Dominic commanded She struggled to obey. Her vision swam, and her eyelids were so heavy. Maybe just a nap... The electric taste of his blood snapped her awake. Dee clutched his wrist to her mouth with both hands, moaning with each intoxicating swallow as his strength rushed into her. Only Dominic's look of guilty concern stopped her. "You're going to drink him dry," Yukio said with a smile. Dee released Dominic's wrist and looked about. Yukio was perched on the edge of the coffee table. Dominic was still between her thighs, his cock filling her completely. "Let's get you into the shower before I have to buy you a new couch," Dominic said, lifting her gently. Yukio steadied him as he rose with his sweet burden. "Hold him tightly," Yukio suggested, and she clenched hard around his erection. Yukio nodded when Dominic grunted. It was a tight fit for all three of them in the shower, but the hot water was soothing on Dee's chilled skin. She wrapped her arms around Dominic's neck as he slowly withdrew from her body. Yukio's face spoke volumes as the water ran red down the drain. Dominic's incredible size was a double-edged sword. He had damaged her badly, but his girth had kept her from bleeding out on the couch. "There's no such thing as safe sex with a vampire," Dee said as he gently set her down. Dominic was ashen from giving her so much blood, but her wounds were completely healed. "Good thing you brought protection," Dominic said, smiling at Yukio. "It never hurts to have a ninja on your side." Vampire Hunter Dee Ch. 04 Dee slept in the next day. The last two nights had been deliciously exhausting, and she felt the need for a little beauty sleep. Eventually, though, hunger won out, and she untangled herself from the twisted sheets with a sigh. From the foot of the bed, she looked upon its two remaining occupants. Yukio and Dominic neither moved nor breathed. At least that meant they didn't snore. Both beautiful and dangerous, they were nearly the polar opposite of one another. Yukio with his exotic features and long black hair, and Dominic with his incredible size and shaved head. Dee sighed and smiled wickedly, considering the possibilities. But her stomach insisted on food. Had she eaten yesterday? She couldn't remember.... The fridge was empty of anything not bottled or canned. Crap. Dee hurried through a quick shower, dressed and headed out for breakfast. Or was it lunch? She wasn't even sure what time it was. Daytime. Her time. Her pocketbook was as empty as her fridge, and Dee luxuriated in the warm sunshine as she strolled through the square toward the ATM. How could anyone ever give up the sun? Vampires were exquisite, but the sun was not on her list of things she could do without. No matter what Dominic said, insinuated or promised. Dee checked her bank balance and stifled a crow of delight. Dominic must've been quite pleased with Yukio to have augmented her monthly allowance like that. Who was she kidding? Her "finder's fee" had been doubled. Chuckling, she withdrew a handful of twenties and chose a table in the square based solely upon the pattern the sun made though the palm trees, not caring about the menu. It was the pizza place, and she ordered a couple of slices at random, her mind on her bank account. She and Dominic had never formally discussed her payment. He had always made sure she had enough to live comfortably without working. Unless she wanted to; but it was so much nicer to just drift from town to town, any place with a beach and a view of the ocean. Dominic always showed up at the right times, when she needed his strength or his companionship, never crowding her, but always just on the edge of her awareness. Dee could always count on the busy metropolitan areas for good hunting, but sometimes these sleepy little places surprised her. She hadn't expected to find Yukio so far from the big cities, especially this far down the east coast. The dreams had started two days after she'd arrived, and it had been a full week before she'd been able to draw him out. Of course, he'd been sure he was hunting her. Vampires were always so damned arrogant. The one's she'd caught, anyway. Must go hand in hand with the black leather pants and animal magnetism. Looking down at her empty plate, Dee realized she was still starving. She ordered a glass of wine and another couple of slices, basking in the sun and the sea breeze, all but oblivious to the tourists milling around her, sunburned and burdened with fitful children and overpriced trinkets. A second glass of wine followed. She watched the shadows lengthen as the sun headed for its rendezvous with the horizon. Dee relaxed and enjoyed her time to herself, a requirement for good mental health as far as she was concerned. Blissful solitude. Dominic would be stirring soon; he was always an early riser. A shame he couldn't share a sunset with her. But he'd made his choice long, long ago. She didn't know his exact age, and she didn't care; anything past one hundred was just a useless number to her. Some vampires had boasted five centuries to her. Big deal. They still acted like spoiled children used to always getting their way. They were her favorites to catch. Dee finished her wine and left a hefty tip, courtesy of Dominic, and strolled down to the water to watch the sunset. Perhaps tonight she would see the elusive "green flash" she'd heard rumored in this part of the country. She focused on that precise moment the sun met the sea... Nope. It was a gorgeous sunset nonetheless, the sky bleeding out its last moments of daylight in pink and crimson and orange. She watched the pelicans wheel and dive for a last few moments before heading back to her place. She was almost reluctant to return indoors. Something was bothering her... Pretending to search her purse, Dee checked her surroundings more closely. He was so obvious; he could have been wearing a shirt that said PREDATOR across the front. Dee sighed. By the gods above and below, why were petty criminals so stupid? She headed directly for her place, keys in her hand as she climbed the stairs, knowing he was right behind her. She had just turned the doorknob to enter when he pushed her roughly inside. "Boy did you pick the wrong girl," Dee said from the floor, not even bothering to look at him. "Stupid bi-" Dee rose, shaking her head, and turned to him. Dominic held him by the throat with one hand, and Yukio was making a ludicrous show of cleaning his fingernails with a throwing knife. It was a real struggle not to laugh at their display. "Now," Dominic rumbled, "I know, that you were probably helpless to resist her feminine charms. But your social graces are severely lacking." Dee smiled sweetly and kissed Yukio and Dominic each on the cheek. Understanding blossomed in his eyes, and he fought to free himself from Dominic's seemingly casual but iron grasp. Yukio leaned in close to inhale the scent of his rising fear, growling like a wild animal. "No rough housing indoors, boys," Dee said reasonably. "Yes ma'am," they chorused, escorting her assailant outside and down the stairs before he soiled himself and her carpet. She closed the door and left them to their business. No need to witness the gruesome details; they would feed and the body would never be found. And one less predator would hunt tourists in her new town. Nice and tidy. They knew their business. Dee was just sitting down with a cup of tea when his knock came. Yukio grinned fiendishly when she answered the door and bade him enter. "Good one?" she asked him. He nodded, taking her into his arms with a laugh. "Oishii," he breathed in her ear. "Delicious." Dee hooked one long tanned leg up around his waist, pulling him in closer. "You just like a good struggle." Yukio nipped at her throat, his hands hot on her skin as he pulled her clothes from her impatiently, his desire rampant from the kill. Dee's hands tightened in his hair as he sucked her nipples into his mouth one at a time, the jolts of pleasure making her gasp. When he took the moment to shed his own clothes, Dee moved to the sofa and leaned over the high arm, wriggling forward until she balanced there, feet off the floor. Yukio moved quickly behind her, pleased to see that she was at the perfect height. Dee wiggled her ass, looking over her shoulder encouragingly. With a growl of pure animal lust, Yukio drove his cock into her hot juicy core, moaning as she clenched her pussy tight around his length. She writhed slowly beneath him, impaled and at his mercy as he ground his hips against her. Dee whimpered eagerly, as she felt his weight on her back, his lips parting on the side of her neck. His teeth stabbed into her flesh as his hips drove his cock up into her grasping velvet sheath again and again. She fought the blinding pleasure to struggle against him, and was rewarded with a growl, as he sank his teeth into her shoulder and bucked hard as he filled her with his seed. Dee yielded at last and shuddered beneath him, her climax milking his cock of its salty gift. Yukio raked his long hair over to one side and licked slowly across the puncture wounds. "You taste like the sea," he murmured in her ear, sucking at her earlobe. "I see you started on dessert without me, " Dominic said from the doorway. Standing upright once more, and working his hips in a slow circle, Yukio smiled at Dee's moan. "I only took a couple of bites." Dominic chuckled and looked into her eyes, gauging her lucidity and strength. "Did you leave anything for me?" he asked Yukio. Dee's hands were freeing his cock even as Yukio continued to fuck her from behind. Her pink tongue lapped across the tip eagerly, and Dominic pressed forward even as she swallowed most of his rapidly growing shaft down her throat. His hand tightened in her hair and he forced himself to withdraw rather than plunge forward; fully engorged, his cock would rupture her throat. Her small fingers swirled around the swollen tip and she grinned at him, her body quivering as Yukio's pace increased again. "I think she's still hungry," Dominic said, watching her rub her face along his length. Yukio withdrew from her hot slippery core and moved to feed Dee his cock. In an instant, she swallowed him whole, moaning into his pubic hair. He growled with pleasure and bucked his hips, slowly drawing back before pushing down her throat again. Her fingers clutched at him eagerly. Dominic traced the curve of her ass with one hand as he teased her dripping slit with his own cock. Dee wriggled against him, her thighs opening wider. Dominic obligingly pressed forward, slowly driving his huge cock into her body. "Something to be said for sloppy seconds," he said to Yukio, watching Dee quiver beneath him as her body struggled to accommodate his size. He reached around to strum his fingers over her swollen bud and was rewarded with a thrashing climax. Dominic smiled and stroked his cock in and out, short thrusts in time with each spasm, until she was sobbing beneath him. Dee came to her senses in the bed. "Are you back with us?" She looked at Dominic and Yukio, nodding warily, hand to her forehead. "THAT is how you cross the pleasure threshold," Dominic said. Yukio nodded at him seriously. Dee stretched lazily, arching her back. Dominic joined her, pulling her into his lap as though she weighed nothing. His kiss was intoxicating, as always, his blood moved like fire in her veins, healing and giving her strength. Without hesitation, she pressed Dominic back on the bed and climbed astride, feeling his big cock stretch her open as she slowly settled. Yukio's hands were stroking her back, her sides, lifting her hair to kiss the back of her neck. Dee moaned softly as his fingers teased the lube in and around her anus. She leaned forward, kissing Dominic hungrily, whimpering at the toe-curling sensation of Yukio's cock slowly pushing into her ass. "Oh, gods, yes," she gasped, quivering. And then they began to move within her, Dominic's cock separated from Yukio's by a fraction of an inch of flesh. Dee's breath caught in her throat. "Not yet," Dominic warned from beneath her. "Don't cum." Yukio's lips and tongue were hot on her shoulder. His cock throbbed in her ass as he increased his pace. Dee bit her lip, struggling, trapped between them as they drove her insane with pleasure. "Not. Yet." Dominic's hands tightened on her waist. Yukio's fingers pulled at her hips. Their cocks pistoned in and out of her pliant body relentlessly, as she lost herself in the swirling, demanding rhythm of their fucking. Dee's eyes flew open as their teeth pierced her flesh. NOW. The scream ripped from her soul as Dee's climax overwhelmed her. A small corner of her mind heard the bestial sounds of completion from both of her lovers as their bodies pumped their hot fluids into her. She shuddered between them, sobbing with release. Voices from far away. Warmth. A delicious ache deep inside. The jolt of vampire blood in her mouth that wasn't Dominic's. A familiar voice in her head, coaxing softly. Dee managed to open her eyes for a moment, became aware that she was resting back against Yukio, his wrist held to her mouth, his voice whispering words she didn't understand into her ear, and still completely impaled by Dominic. She looked down to see him grinning from ear to ear. Dominic was such a bastard. He laughed out loud and gathered her close as they rose from the bed and once again headed for the shower. The hot water revived Dee, and she quickly relaxed. Yukio supported her as Dominic gently withdrew from her body. She closed her eyes against a wave of dizziness, and Dominic was pressing his wrist to her mouth. Dee drank obediently, feeling Yukio stiffen with emotion as the evidence of the damage done to her disappeared down the drain again. Why did she go to him so willingly when it nearly killed her? Yukio smoothed her hair back from her face while Dominic gently washed her ravaged body. Already, she was healing, the deep wounds on her shoulders barely visible. Dee reached up to touch Yukio's face and smiled. She was asleep almost before they could get her to the bed. Vampire Hunter Dee Ch. 05 Dee was restless. She had been edgy all day and couldn't sit still. Yukio and Dominic had gone out the night before and had not yet returned. She sighed; there was only one thing for it. Dee went to the bedroom and pulled the travel trunk from the closet. In less than fifteen minutes, she had stripped the apartment of everything personal. She took the rune-covered bottle from its little cabinet and, wrapped protectively in a towel, nestled it in her backpack. The cabinet itself folded flat, and she found a place for it in the trunk. Dee dragged the trunk in to rest beside the front door. It was half an hour to sunset, and she was ready to go. But go where? The world had a lot of beaches; myriad rooms with a view were waiting. Lightning flickered, followed by a long slow rumble of thunder that grew until the windows rattled. BANG! Dee laughed nervously at the rush of adrenaline from the lightning strike. That was way too close. She peeked through the window to see if anything was on fire. No, but the sky was a black bruise of massed thunderclouds. Dee sighed; she was going to miss Florida and its spectacular lightning. She startled again when the door burst open. Dominic and Yukio were silhouetted by another vicious stab of lightning. Dominic smiled. "Maybe you should pack," he started, then saw her trunk. Dee looked at Yukio, arms crossed. "So, how long has he been standing there, practicing his little speech?" Yukio cast him an unreadable look, wondering why Dominic had even gone to the trouble. Dee nodded in confirmation. "Worn out your welcome, haven't you?" she asked. "Let me guess, jealous husband? Or jealous wife? I know it's not because you've been sloppy hunting. RIGHT? Because I like this town, and I'd like to be able to come back someday." "How does Mexico sound?" Dominic asked evasively, smiling as he reached for her trunk. "Dominic!" But Yukio took her arm and led her down the stairs, leaving Dominic to follow with her luggage. "Your friend Dominic has too many admirers," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know how he manages it." "Obviously, he doesn't." The limo was at the curb, and Yukio handed her in while Dominic loaded her trunk. She sat across from them, scowling all the way to the airport. Every time Dominic tried to offer an explanation, she glared him into silence. Yukio was going to great lengths to keep from laughing at him. The limo took them directly to the waiting jet on the tarmac, and Dee was out the door before either of them could offer assistance. "And you're making me miss a fantastic lightning storm," she threw at them before turning and heading up the stairs into the plane. Dee kissed Dominic's waiting pilot on the cheek in greeting. "Always a pleasure, Dee," he smiled. Dee grinned and strapped in for take off. "I see you've made her mad again," the pilot said to Dominic as he boarded. "Occupational hazard," he replied, not quite subdued. "We're ready to go when you are." Soon they were in the air and racing across the Gulf. After half an hour, Dee relented. "So, where are we going?" "I have a time share in Puerto Vallarta," Dominic said. "Good view of the ocean?" she asked. "Right out the back door. It has a private garden. And maid service, to clear away all those cups of tea you never drink." Dee looked at Yukio. "Ever been to Mexico?" "Cabo San Lucas," he said. "Big party place. Many delicious people there." Dee couldn't help but laugh. "Oh yeah, you know all about it." "It's a little quieter where we're going," Dominic said. "But I think you'll like it." "I have no doubt," Dee said, nonetheless sounding skeptical. "Wake me when we get there." And with that, she reclined her seat, curled around her backpack and promptly fell asleep. Dee felt rumpled and grumpy as they made their way through the airport to the waiting limo. She still hadn't decided to forgive Dominic, so the car trip was silent. She pretended to doze, not caring if he knew otherwise. Soon, the limo was wending its way through narrow, climbing streets, only to descend in an even more circuitous manner before pulling to a stop. Dee climbed from the car, feeling a little green and ready for the bad news. A single light beckoned through an arched portico. Dee glanced at Dominic; his expression was enigmatic. With a sigh, she hooked her backpack over one shoulder and headed for the light. Yukio and Dominic merged with the shadows as they followed. The light was above the door of the smallest house Dee had ever seen. It didn't even qualify as a house, but looked more like an overly made up storage shed. She struggled with her anger as she reached for the latch. The door opened, and she startled. "Ah, Senora! My apologies; the realtor said not to expect you until the morning, I am Raul DeLaGarza. Please think of me as your personal assistant. May I show you the house?" he asked, replacing the recent fax on the desk behind him. "Pardon?" Dee blinked at the man in the doorway. He smiled, his teeth straight and very white in his tanned face. He reached behind the opened door and threw a switch. "Welcome home, Senora." Dee's whole world changed as lights came on everywhere. The landscaping was lush and tropical with croton, kalanchoe and ti plants, and banana and giant bird of paradise trees towered above the overflowing beds; the stone path was winding and hugged by fountains and statuary. And then there was the house. It was palatial. White walls and columns, covered verandas, red ceramic tiles on the roof, espaliered bougainvillea rampant in planters and window boxes. The wide wooden doors were inset with beveled glass windows. Dee felt her knees wobble, and Dominic appeared at her elbow from the shadows with Yukio. Raul paled beneath his tan for a moment and took a half step back, then recovered himself. He turned his attention to Dominic and prepared to speak. Dee didn't see Dominic's glower, but she was immediately the center of his attention once again. Dee smiled and followed him eagerly as he led them through the double doors and into the great room. "The bar is fully stocked, as is the kitchen. If there is anything additional you require, please do not hesitate to ask. There is a personal chef available for your pleasure, as well as a masseuse. The maid arrives daily, and her schedule can be adjusted as you wish." Raul gestured to the wide winding staircase, and Dee preceded him. "There are four master suites here, each with king size beds." Raul led the way into the first bedroom at the top of the stairs. The ceiling was high and arching, the four-poster bed hung with gauzy curtains. Wide sliding glass doors opened to a balcony that ran along the rear of the house. A gently curving stair led to the pool deck, surrounded by more lush plantings. The freeform horizon pool curled around a raised hot tub. The pounding throb of the surf carried on the night breeze. Another set of steps led down to the sand. "Each of the master suites has its own shower and Jacuzzi tub," Raul said. The tub was large enough to easily accommodate half a dozen people, and the shower was equally as large. The double vanity was well lit. The toilet and bidet had their own private alcove. Raul led them through each of the bedrooms; simply yet richly appointed, then down to the pool deck and back into the great room through more sliding glass doors. "There is internet access available," he said, with one hand on the closed notebook resting on the desk. Raul drew an envelope from his jacket pocket. "Here is a credit card that you may use against the account opened for you, as well as some cash. Your budget is, of course, unlimited." He shared a quick, fearful look with Dominic, who winced. Dee took the envelope from his trembling hands. "If you require a taxi or a limousine, or anything at all for that matter, simply touch '1' on the telephone. There is someone on duty 24 hours a day for your needs. Do you have any questions, Senora?" The fear in his eyes belied his calm voice. "Thank you, Raul, for introducing me to this beautiful house. I can't wait to see it in the daylight." Dee's smile was honest and open, and she was pleased to see him relax. Somewhat. He very carefully didn't look at the two men shadowing her. "I'll see myself out, then. Buenos noches, Senora." Raul managed to make it through the door and close it gently behind him without running. Dee looked around a little more slowly, taking in the white stucco walls, dark wood furniture and brightly colored accents. Dominic and Yukio watched her, smiling. "How long can we stay, Dominic?" "As long as you want," he said. "But, it's a time share." Dominic's eyes hardened. "As long as you wish to stay here, you may. Days, months, years." Dee knew better than to ask for clarification when he had that look. "Dunno about you guys, but I need a shower. Or maybe a soak in that glorious tub!" She took the stairs at a dead run, shrieking as they pretended to chase her. Dee wasn't really surprised to see her travel trunk already resting beside the armoire. She took the time to reassemble the little cabinet and place it on one of the bedside tables. The bottle was safely enclosed within before she turned to the bathroom. She turned the taps on full and twisted her hair up, using a big plastic clip to hold it in place. With a sigh, she stepped into the steaming water, turned on the jets and settled back. Dee awoke to the breeze wafting the gauzy curtains across the bed, and a note beside her. "Silly girl, falling asleep in the tub is dangerous. We'll see you tonight. Sweet dreams." Dee stretched and padded into the bathroom to start her morning. After a quick toilet, she pulled on a tropical patterned cover-up and headed downstairs. The house seemed to come to life with the full light of day. What she had taken to be sliding glass doors last night, were actually just the beginning. The entire back wall of the house was made of sliding glass panels, and she joyfully pushed them all back. The house breathed in the cooling sea breeze and the sound of the ocean. The ocean! Dee stood entranced. Wide steps led from the pool deck to her own private beach, framed by palm trees and towering chunks of rock, the clear blue water glittering beneath the sun. "Oh, Dominic," she whispered, "I think I could forgive you anything for this." Dee was down the stairs, across the deck and padding down the wide steps to the beach as quick as a thought. Her own private beach. The sand was soft and warm beneath her bare feet and soon the waves were swirling around her ankles as she splashed from one end of her private cove to the other. She looked back toward the house. There was no one in sight. The rocks towered twice her height at either end of her beach, shielding her from any neighbors. With a laugh of delight, she pulled off the light cover-up and tossed it onto one of the covered cabana chairs. Naked, she dove into the warm welcoming ocean. Dee surfaced and swam out to survey her domain. The water was clear, and she could easily see the fish swimming and darting beneath her. Pelicans and brown boobies were diving further out, the gulls screaming and trying to steal their catch. She could watch them for hours. Eventually, the prickling warmth on her face and shoulders convinced her to return; sunburns were no fun. A hammock was hung between two palm trees near the steps, and she eagerly settled into its shaded embrace, one leg hanging over the edge to push off, rocking gently in the sea breeze. The sea breeze dried her quickly, cooling with the fading day. Dee was surprised to see the sun so close to the horizon. They would be rising soon. In more ways than one. Dee smiled and teased her hands slowly across her tanned body, her nipples crinkling in response as her fingers tweaked them. One hand slid over her bare mound, and she closed her eyes. Yes, right here on the beach, in the remaining sunlight. Dee dipped one finger to tease along her inner lips, feeling them already swelling, her juices seeping out. Moving slowly, one finger pressed in further, slipping in to gather and spread her essence up and over her clit. She smiled at the way her hips bucked at the contact. Dee pinched her nipples roughly, the pleasure making her undulate in the hammock. Was Dominic aware yet? Dee pushed one finger slowly into her core, drawing on the contact in her mind... Dominic was awake, waiting for the sun to set, watching her hungrily. Dee teased her soaked finger in circles around her clit. She moaned, hips moving, thighs spreading wider. She reached for Yukio, though her bond with him was still new... Lust jolted through her body; he was also awake and watching. Good, she thought. Let them watch her. Dee closed her eyes, and it was as if they were standing beside her. She smiled and spread her slippery lips with both hands, spreading herself wide for them, moaning as she imagined Dominic and Yukio stroking their cocks as they watched her masturbate. Dee's thighs were opened to their widest, her cunt open and greedy as she pushed two fingers into her drooling center, shuddering with pleasure as she rubbed her swollen clit against her palm. Little wet smacking sounds teased her ears as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out, and she imagined their fists moving in tandem on their swollen shafts. The sun was blood red as it settled into the sea, but Dee still had a few minutes before they would arrive, a few minutes before she would allow herself to climax as they watched. Slow wet strokes of her fingers into her juicing sex, slower circles around her hard little clit... she was getting so close. Dee pinched almost cruelly at her nipples, arching hard as the pleasure coursed through her body, her cunt aching with need. She drove two fingers deep again and ground against her palm, thighs closing tight around her hand. Gods, it was just too good. Moaning, she spread her ravenous pussy wide and strummed her fingers across her exposed bud. The world exploded around her as she came with a sob, her spasms of pleasure rocking the hammock. "Didn't wait for me," Dominic growled in her left ear. "Nor me," Yukio hissed from the right. Then Dominic's big hand was around the back of her neck, half pulling her from the hammock as he lifted her throat to his stabbing teeth, his fingers clamping over her mouth to stifle her cries. Dee shuddered, the orgasm still ripping through her as he fed. A hot trickle of blood ran down across her chest, dripping down her right breast to her nipple. Yukio's tongue caught the heavy ruby beads before they fell. His hands mauled her breasts as he teased her nipple into his mouth, sucking it roughly. His savage teeth were a ring of fire around her areola as they pierced her skin. Dee's body twisted between then, arching taut into a bow of jolting pleasure. Dominic withdrew, licking her taste from his lips as he watched Yukio feed slowly. He dragged his hand through Dee's sopping sex, and then spread her juices over his rampant cock. "Not going to wait for me, little vixen," he rasped, "not going to wait for you." Dominic stroked his cock methodically, willing her to open her eyes and watch him. He stepped away when she reached for him. Yukio withdrew, and the wounds around Dee's nipple wept sluggishly. He used her blood to wet his own cock, and stroked quickly. Dee lay sprawled bonelessly in the hammock where they had released her, aching from their rough use, but hungrily watching what she wasn't allowed to touch. She quivered in anticipation. Dominic grunted softly, and then he was pumping out hot ribbons of semen to splatter her left breast, her belly and across her bare mound. Yukio's seed jetted across her neck, over her chin and parted lips. Dominic looked down at her. "Messy girl," he smiled. Dee licked her lips and grinned at them both. "Your fault." Yukio laughed and dumped her from the hammock into the sand. Dominic swatted her ass when she gathered herself to rise. Gasping in mock-outrage, Dee half stumbled, half crawled up the steps to the deck, Dominic's big hand spanking her forward every few steps until she finally tumbled into the pool, laughing. Dominic shoved Yukio in almost on top of her, and followed with gleeful cannonball. Dee had nearly made the far edge of the pool when Yukio caught her from behind, his arms pulling her back against his hard lean body, his cock jutting forward between her thighs. She was stroking him eagerly, when he pushed her up against the coping, his hands tight on her hips. Dee grinned over her shoulder at Yukio, grinding her ass against him. His cock stabbed into her hot velvet sheath without hesitation. Dee moaned and looked up as Dominic sat on the edge of the pool. With one hand on her head, he aimed his fat prick at her mouth with the other. Her lips opened readily and the tip of her pink tongue traced the flared ridge of his head. Dominic nodded appreciatively to Yukio, who smiled and bucked hard into Dee, driving her forward, her lips straining around his big cock. The cool blue water splashed up between Dee's breasts, as she bounced and writhed between them, impaled from either end. Her hands gripped Dominic's cock as she clenched hard around Yukio, her mouth and pussy devouring their swollen flesh with wild abandon. Dee was quickly losing herself to the rising pleasure when Yukio's teeth punched into her shoulder. Her knees gave out as he drove his erupting cock roughly up into her quivering core. Dominic held her head in position, her long hair wrapped around one fist, feeding his own erection as far into her mouth as he dared, waiting for some awareness to return to her eyes before he too released his hot cum. Dee swallowed reflexively at first, but then sucked him wantonly for every last drop. Dominic grinned down at her. "Perfect start to a new day." Dee smiled, sated, resting back in Yukio's arms. "Now, go put some clothes on; we're going out dancing." Vampire Hunter Dee Ch. 06 When Dee stepped from the limo wearing a slinky black dress and strappy heels, she felt as though she were stepping into a movie. There was a queue of people wrapped around the club that would rival any New York hotspot or Hollywood premier. Two well-dressed toughs with clipboards manned the velvet ropes holding back those eager to be IN, and turning away those not beautiful enough to even be considered. Dee barely paused at the barrier, before the ropes were parted and she was ushered in like royalty, flanked by Dominic and Yukio. Inside, the music absolutely THROBBED, and Dee felt her heartbeat quicken to match its tempo, her eyes momentarily dazzled by the pulsing, swirling lights. Yukio's hand at the small of her back guided her in Dominic's wake, as he easily cleared a path to the bar with his intimidating size and menacing grin alone; speech was impossible over the music. Once she was safely perched atop a high, chrome and leather barstool, Dominic waved the bartender over with a hundred dollar bill. Dee smiled at the bartender's inquiring look, and he nodded. A colorful blender drink garnished with a cherry was before her in moments; she took a sip, nodded approvingly at its potency, and the bartender was off to other patrons. Yukio was a solid presence at her back, one hand resting on her hip possessively, while Dominic leaned with his back against the bar, his eyes scanning the pulsating crowd. They were both resplendent in the obligatory black leather pants and black silk shirts. Dee shook her head; what was it about vampires and black? Dominic grinned at her and flexed his massive arms, drawing the fabric tight. Ohhh... the color of power and control. Dee nearly choked on her drink. Yeah, right. Dominic shot Yukio a look, and Dee found herself escorted toward the dance floor. She looked back at Dominic, but his attention was focused across the room. Better she didn't know what he had going on. Besides, she was here to dance, wasn't she? Yukio's left hand slipped to the small of her back, pulling her in tight against him with a smile. His waist-long hair was a living thing in the wind from the air vent above them, and Dee felt her knees go weak, just as they had the very first time she had seen him. In that instant, the music changed, and Yukio led her into a scorching Salsa. His eyes burned into hers as he spun and turned her to the seductive beat. At every opportunity, his hips ground against hers, his left hand ensuring she felt his rampant arousal. When the music drew them to pause with their lips a mere breath apart, Dee couldn't help but moan as Yukio failed to kiss her. His laugh rumbled against her chest, and then he spun her away again. When it was over, Dee was ready to take him there and then in the middle of the dance floor. Never mind the crowd. Yukio maneuvered her through the crush of people to a corner that was just barely excluded from the pulsing light show. Dee moaned into his kiss as he suddenly pressed her against the wall, one leg curling up around his hip demandingly. His breath was feverish against her throat as she opened his leather trousers. Her fingers tugged Yukio's erect cock free, even as his hand was under her dress and pulling the dampened crotch of her panties to the side. With a stab of his hips, Yukio drove his cock up into her eager, clasping cunt. Again and again he thrust deeply into her core, lifting her completely off the floor until she was pinned by his weight against the wall. Dee's growl rivaled his as she felt his teeth breach the side of her neck, high where the marks would be hidden by her hair. And then the rushing pleasure of her orgasm left her gasping, shuddering in his arms, thrilling to his bites as he released into her rippling cunt. Yukio licked across the wounds beneath her hair and eased her to the floor. He kissed her again lingeringly, withdrew, repositioned her panties and tucked his softening cock back into his trousers with a grin. Dee nodded toward the bathroom and he followed her to the door. Inside, Dee paused, thinking she had stepped through the looking glass. The door had plainly indicated that this was the women's toilet; however, there were just as many men inside. She entered an empty stall and closed the full-length door, pleasantly surprised to find her surroundings astonishingly immaculate. After a few minutes, she had cleaned and refreshed herself. Outside at the row of sinks, Dee had the time to pay more attention. Here, conversation was possible away from the bludgeoning roar of the music. Deals could be made, contraband could change hands, meetings could be arranged. Dee smiled as she saw a couple in the corner. Then she laughed. "Hey, Dom." "Hey, Dee," he grinned over his shoulder at her, not pausing his steady strokes into his prize, who clutched and rode him enthusiastically. "Nice club, Dom." "Yeah, it is, Dee." Yukio smiled as she stepped from the restroom and led her back to the bar, to her miraculously empty barstool and her barely-touched drink. She sipped the refreshingly cold concoction, trying to regain her calm, while Yukio reclaimed his place behind her, that one hand teasing her hip. She leaned her head back against his chest. ~Found. You.~ Dee looked around. The Voice had been in her ear, in her head, louder than the music and crystal clear. Impossible. She looked back at Yukio, one eyebrow raised questioningly. He smiled and kissed the side of her neck. ~Found. You.~ Arrogant and predatory. Definitely vampire. Yukio's lips brushed her ear, teasing and unconcerned. Dominic appeared from the crowd as if summoned from thin air, not even having the grace to look disheveled. Dee looked at him and thought hard: One of your brethren thinks he's got me. Dominic's laughter nearly reached her over the pounding music. Dee sipped her drink while Yukio's lips grazed the side of her neck tauntingly. She slid her fingers up the side of his face and into his hair as he dimpled her sensitive flesh with his teeth. Dee quivered as he nipped harder, just short of breaking the skin. One of the well-dressed toughs from the door stepped up and put a hand on Dominic's shoulder. Dominic looked at him, looked at his hand and then brushed it away as though it were a speck of dust. The bouncer pointed at the elevator doors at the end of the bar. Dominic just looked at him for a long moment, and then glanced at Yukio. Dee was handed from her barstool and once again they were moving through the crowd. The bouncer produced a keycard, called the elevator, and ensured that they were all within before sending them up to the private rooms. The silence was disorienting as they stepped from the lift, the music reduced to a dull pulse through the smoked glass window that overlooked the dance floor. Deep leather couches surrounded a low table, and Yukio pulled her down onto his lap with one hand as he sat. Dominic leaned against the private bar, where he could watch both the entrances. "Here he is," Dominic said, standing upright just as the other door opened. Dee stroked her fingers through Yukio's long hair as she eyed Mr. Important with disinterest. He was nothing special to look at, with an average build and height. His hair had that carefully disarrayed look, his khaki pants were crisp and his shirt perfectly starched. A thin waif of a girl followed at his heels, pale and strung out, scarcely aware of her surroundings. How boring. He probably even thought himself a player. "How could you bring these...dogs into my club?" he asked without a trace of accent. The girl sank, trembling, to her knees at his feet, her gaping shirt revealing myriad vicious bite marks across her prepubescent breasts. A narrow metal collar circled her frail neck. Her dull, sunken eyes were utterly devoid of hope. Ah. His club. Probably his town, too. Dee smiled. "I didn't realize you had a leash law here. But I can assure you, they are quite tame." Dominic hid a laugh behind his hand as Yukio's imminent outburst was silenced by Dee's hand snaking in to clench his balls warningly. All attention was on her. "Tame," he said, savoring the word. Eventually, he shrugged. "Alright. You say you've got them under control, who am I to doubt you? After all, a mortal whoring about with two vampire lapdogs would scarcely go over well." Dee crossed her legs casually as she sat in Yukio's lap, feeling him trembling with barely restrained emotion. She waved away the implied threat. "I'm on holiday. I doubt your little town will even notice me and my boys. They know the rules." Dominic's grin was still firmly in place, but his eyes had gone hard and flat. Dee stood, pulling Yukio up with her by the edge of his collar. "Come on, Fido. I'm bored." As she reached the open elevator doors, Dominic pulled the club owner in close by his expensive shirt. "Enjoy your club. While you can." Dominic released him and straightened his collar. "Woof." Dee smiled sweetly, and they were on their way down and back out into the throbbing music. The speakers were pumping out a disturbing dance-mix version of Type O Negative's "Christian Woman," as they escaped the throng of entranced dancers and slipped into the sultry night air. The waiting limo was a welcome refuge. Dee relaxed between her "pets," still grinning. "Do you want me to take care of him?" Dominic asked. Dee snorted. "That loser? Don't even waste your time." ~Bitch. Kill. You.~ Dee rolled her eyes and made a one-handed masturbatory gesture. ~Meat. Breeding. Blood. Doll.~ Dee felt her blood turn to ice where she sat, recalling the image of the poor young girl from upstairs. "You know what, Dom? You do what ever you want to that fucking asshole." He nodded soberly. "Now," she continued, "I'm sure Puerto Vallarta has more than one club, and you promised me a night of dancing." "So I did," Dominic said, and gave directions to the driver. Much later, when the stars were beginning to fade, Dominic pressed a thick envelope into Raul's hand. The personal assistant took the waiting limo back into town to a certain police detective with very precise instructions regarding a specific nightclub and its owner. Vampire Hunter Dee Ch. 07 It had been just over a week since the evening at the private club. It had been exactly seven days since the newspaper's lurid story of its closing. Dee had listened with satisfaction as Dominic translated for her; his club had been shut down, his assets frozen, his employees arrested... he was wanted for questioning regarding tax evasion, drug trafficking, human trafficking, money laundering, child prostitution and murder. It had been one week since Dee had become a virtual prisoner in her palatial beach home. Raul, the personal assistant, had introduced her to the leader of a squad of very serious men who had shown up the next morning, all wearing military fatigues and carrying assault rifles with practiced ease. Although most stood guard in full view around the estate, Dee knew several were hidden, watching and waiting for any attempted egress. Probably with snipers eight blocks down the street. Attack could come from any side, and so Dee gave up her swims in the private cove and sunbathing on the beach. She couldn't relax on the sundeck with armed strangers standing on the roof, and so her days were lazed away inside with a book, or surfing the net. For a couple of days, she scanned the massive rocky outcroppings of Los Arcos through her binoculars, methodically adding bird sightings to her field guide. The nights were the worst of all. After the briefest of greetings and lingering kisses, Dominic and Yukio melted into the shadows with the guards, hunters in their element. Edgy and in ill humor, they returned just before dawn, to secret themselves away behind the blackout draperies and bulletproof glass. The tension was exhausting, and every day found them all just that much more tightly wound. Each morning, Raul brought her the newspaper, looked through it with her for any mention of the missing club owner. Every day, for a week, there was nothing. "I think perhaps the gentlemen will find this story of interest," he said to her, eight days after the club's closing. Raul folded the paper open to the story, and even with her limited Spanish, Dee understood the word: Muerto. "He is dead?" she asked, not sure if it was a reprieve or not. "Yes, Senora. It was done in a manner that left no doubt as to his superiors' displeasure with him." Dee thought of the ways a vampire could be killed, the REAL ways, and looked at Raul for explanation. "His throat was cut, Senora." Raul drew his finger in a line from ear to ear. "Thank you, Raul. I'll tell them when they get up tonight." "The guards will remain until I hear otherwise." "Of course, Raul." Dominic read the article with interest. Then he went back upstairs. When he returned, he was freshly shaven and dressed to the nines. "Raul," he said, "call the limo, please. Yukio, stay in the house with Dee... just in case." Dominic took Dee's face in his hands and kissed her softly. "Just sit tight." Dee didn't ask him where he was going, or what he was going to do, or why. She merely nodded and let Yukio herd her toward the couch, away from the windows. She kept the fear in check until Dominic was in the limo and headed down the drive. Yukio's arms were tight around her as she shook. "It's ok," he said softly. "He will do everything necessary to keep you safe." Dee didn't ask who would keep Dominic safe, but Yukio chuckled. "He is strong. He will return to you." The wait was pure agony. Dee had never been good at sitting and doing nothing, but she knew pacing the floor wouldn't accomplish anything. So she closed her eyes, willed her thoughts still, and half-dozed. Yukio roused her, and she looked up to see Dominic smiling at her. "It's done." Dee laughed with relief, then squealed as Dominic casually slung her over his shoulder and headed upstairs. Yukio followed, his face alive with hunger. Dominic tossed her roughly onto the bed, giving her scant seconds to catch her breath, before he was on her, his mouth and hands moving over her as he laid her bare before them. "You cost me much tonight," Dominic rumbled as he and Yukio closed in. Dee grinned. "How can I possibly repay you?" A lecherous leer stretched across his face. "I can think of several ways." "As can I," Yukio said from between her thighs. Dee's reply was an incoherent moan of pleasure as his tongue sank into her eager core. Dominic cupped the back of her head with one big hand and fed her his hardening cock, effectively silencing her. She licked and sucked hungrily at his quickly swelling glans as he thrust it insistently between her lips, grunting with satisfaction as he rubbed across the roof of her mouth. "Is she ready for me?" Yukio's reply was a lewd, wet slurp. Dominic's eyes were feral as he twisted her head to meet his gaze. "I hope that meant 'yes,'" he said, pulling his rigid cock from between her lips. Dee found herself lifted, turned, positioned... and then Dominic was thrusting into the tight, wet velvet sheath of her sex, pushing into her from behind with a growl. She couldn't help but writhe with pleasure as he pulled her back into his lap, her thighs spread wide and trembling over his. Dominic's hands were strong and possessive on her hips, holding her steady as he sank further into her. "Love that little cunt," he rumbled in her ear as her head lolled back on his shoulder. Dee gasped suddenly. Yukio was between her thighs again, his tongue lapping and teasing over her clit as Dominic fucked into her with increasing hunger. Her hands knotted in Yukio's long hair, greedily pulling his mouth tighter to her swollen bud as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Dominic's warm breath in her ear was all the warning Dee received. His teeth sank into the hammering pulse at her throat, and she was undone, sobbing as the spasms rushed through her body. His cock plunged relentlessly into her contracting center, as Yukio drew her pulsing clit deep between his lips. Dee's uncontrolled screams of pleasure reverberated through the house. * * * * * * * * They lay in a tangled sprawl of limbs, languid and sated, the sea breeze a soft caress as it wandered through the room. Dee found herself resting against Yukio's chest, with one leg hooked around Dominic's waist. "I have just one question." Yukio's voice rumbled softly against her back. "Hmm?" she asked. Dominic merely raised one eyebrow and waited for the query. "Why? Why all of this, Dominic?" Yukio gestured broadly at the room, the house, Mexico itself. Dominic shook his head. "Not my story to tell. Ask her, if she's willing." Yukio's hand tilted her head back to look at him. "Well? Now that you've dragged me into it?" His exotic features drew her, but she looked away. Dee felt Dominic's hand curl around her ankle and she sighed. Fine. "It was a long time ago. I was married, crazy in love with my husband, and very pregnant. Then along comes Dominic... sniffing around, like he does. He used to come into the bookstore where I worked, always trying to make conversation. I wasn't having any of it." Dee took a deep breath. She hadn't said the words in so long. "So one night, when my husband picked me up after work, we were walking back to the car, and a bunch of guys jumped us. Like nine or ten of them. My husband tried to protect me, offered them what money we had. They just... killed him. Right there, without any warning. And then they shoved me into the trunk of a car and took me somewhere. Some place private where they wouldn't be interrupted." Yukio's hand was gentle on her shoulder; she flinched from his touch. Her voice was ragged when she continued. "They raped me, of course. Over and over and over again. I begged them to stop, for my baby's sake. They..." "You don't have to," Yukio said, the horror of her memories suddenly flooding into him through their bond. Dee forced the words from between her lips. "They... tore my womb out." Yukio shuddered as the images burned into his mind, as clear as if he were witnessing the events himself. "They butchered my child." He actually tried to turn away from the sight of that small, fragile body as it was dismembered with vicious, sadistic ease. The vision was inescapable. The sounds of rending flesh and tissue, and the wet, choking sobs of lungs not yet formed enough to give breath to dying cries seared into him like white-hot iron. "They laughed. And raped me until I stopped screaming, stopped fighting, until I was nearly dead. And I WANTED to be dead. I just wanted it all to be over." Yukio had gone utterly still. "Dominic found me; he'd been stalking me, of course. Why wouldn't he be the one? I remember waking up in the hospital and just wanting to die. He wouldn't let me." Her eyes focused, looked at Dominic for a long, long moment. "I hated him for that." "I couldn't figure it; why should Dominic care what happened to me? Seems another tribe was trying to move in, Dominic wouldn't budge, and they tried to use me as leverage. Have you ever seen him really angry, Yukio? The Devil himself pales in comparison." Dee was quiet so long, Yukio thought she was finished speaking. Hoped. "Later..." she finally continued, "days, months, I don't know how long, Dominic told me he tracked down the ones that hurt me. Killed them all. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything anymore. Then he told me he had this plan to fuck over the ones who planned it. THEN he's got my interest. Revenge? Count me in!" "Dominic knew someone who knew someone... next thing you know, I've got a magic bottle and a way to bind vampires. The hardest part about Sex Magick was the sex. The doctors had healed my body, but I was still so... broken. He helped me through the nightmares, the panic attacks... the suicide attempts. For a long time, I could only do it drunk on his blood. Eventually, it got easier." "And when you'd trapped them all?" Yukio asked quietly, secreting the details away in a dark, dark corner of his mind. "We packed them into a shipping container, and took them to an island with white sands and palm trees, and big stretches of beach rock. I had bound them to me; they had no choice but to obey." "You chained them out for the sun," he said, horrified and yet practically willing her to continue. "And the crabs. It's not like in the movies, Yukio. As you know, your kind does not spontaneously combust and turn to ashes in the sun. Not immediately. All day long they cooked, and at night, the crabs came up to feed on their burnt bodies." Yukio found himself looking at a score of living corpses, flesh blackened and cracked, blistered and rotting away even as they fought against their bonds. Even through the filter of her memory, he nearly gagged at the stench. "Just before the sun came up, Dominic took me down there to them. They were... non-repentant. I castrated them and forced their worthless meat down their throats. Shut them up, at least. The crabs picked their bones clean over the next two days... Sometimes I wonder if they were dead, even then." "There was a big Inquiry among the Tribes. Dominic fed them a story; if these idiots were stupid enough to be bound by a human, they didn't deserve protection. It was downright humiliating, and surely only the weakest would fall. A general warning was passed along, and that was that." "That left Dominic free to do as he pleased, which is mostly following me around and keeping me happy. Or using my skills to increase his territory and wealth." "He owes you," Yukio said, forcing a smile past the horror of her words. "And I owe him," Dee said. Yukio was silent for a moment. "She bound you, too," he said at last to Dominic. "We are bound together," Dominic corrected him. "We anchor the Magick that made it all possible. She is Unchangeable and I am her Protector." * * * * * * * * * The warm night breeze washing over his skin, laden with the scent of the sea and jungle, coaxed Yukio to wakefulness. He drew the heady potion of life into his lungs in a slow, savoring breath as he listened to the rustling of birds settling in for the night. He grinned, recalling all that he now knew of the human hunter who had lured so many to their deaths. How the Tribes would reward him for the information! He would rise in the ranks and have his choice of new hunting grounds; no more scavenging for him. Yes, it would be only a matter of getting word to them. A strand of his long hair teased across his cheek, drawn by the breeze, and he reached to brush it away. Sudden realization lanced through Yukio, and he was instantly fully awake and struggling against his bonds with a curse. Dee was crouched down, inches from his face, watching impassively as he became cognizant of his situation. Naked. Bound. Outside. Trapped between the rocks and the inevitable dawn. Yukio's gaze clutched at her desperately. "Greedy, arrogant, self-serving bastard," Dee said. "Just like all the rest. You are no different from ANY of them. If it takes me 1,000 years, I'll kill every last fucking one of you," she added with a smile. Nearby, the engine whined as the blades came back up to speed on the helicopter. Dominic stepped from the trees and beckoned to Dee. In the end, she would kill him, too. Vampire Hunter Dee Ch. 08 Another sleepy little beach town, so much like all the others, with the same endless array of beach bars and t-shirt shops, tattoo parlors and seafood restaurants; all eager to give the tourists a taste of paradise. What a load of crap. The locals all had the long-suffering look of people too long at the same job, needing the money the holiday travelers brought in and loathing every moment of it. A surly remark lurked behind every smile. Why had she picked this place? The warm night breeze was like a lover's caress as it moved over skin and through hair, carrying the scent of exotic blossoms and the steady throb of the pounding surf. Oh yes. That's why. The stairs to the apartment were concrete, offering only the slightest rasp of grit as the light dusting of sand shifted underfoot. A quick twist of the bulb on the landing, and the door melted into the surrounding darkness. The lock was unremarkable. He took the time to oil the hinges before opening the door and stepping into the flat. All was still. Dark as the Pit, too. The night-vision goggles took care of that little obstacle, and he looked around carefully, allowing himself the time to adjust to the brief disorientation. There was nothing on the cheap coffee table. No magazines, no newspapers. A pair of flip-flops was slightly askew beside the door, the lone sign that anyone was actually occupying the apartment. She travels lightly. Surely, after all this time, there is something treasured? Some memento she held dear? With long-practiced stealth, he moved to the bedroom, and paused to be sure she was actually there. Indeed, she was sprawled bonelessly in the middle of the bed, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that had shifted as she moved in her sleep to reveal— That's not why you're here. The small wooden cabinet rested atop the battered chest of drawers. There was nothing special about it, though it pretended to Asian heritage. He checked the sleeper again. Still dreaming. The little wooden door opened easily, and he looked at the bottle within. Runes literally crawled across its opaque surface. No, that couldn't be right. He reached for the slim neck and felt his skin crawl in protest as a bead of sweat ran down his spine. The merest brush of contact, and he was lost in a swirling storm of agonized screams and boiling blood. He jerked his hand back, biting his tongue in effort to remain silent. It was a shaking hand that carefully closed the too-thin door on the cabinet, effectively hiding the bottle from view, although its shape seemed burned into his retinas. The few steps to the front door seemed to take an eternity, and it took all his will not to just run for the exit. The goggles were shoved in his bag almost before he had the door open, and he stumbled at the shift in his vision, scattering the flip-flops to opposite sides of the room. There was no time to remedy the error, there was nothing but the overwhelming NEED to get out, to put as much distance as possible between himself and that damned... THING. He was already panting when he made the sidewalk and finally allowed himself to run. Mere blocks away, and he was dead-bolting his own front door. His hands shook as they closed on the Maker's Mark bottle, his fingers settling on the hard red wax that had sealed the top. He fumbled for a glass, but gave up after the second attempt sent it skittering over the edge of the table to shatter on the floor. Fuck. The bourbon was smooth as it splashed into his mouth, the glorious warmth sliding down his throat like mother's milk. Two, three desperate swallows and he thought his world might start to make sense again. He shuddered at the unwelcome memory that spiked through his brain. FUCK. He was suddenly aware of how his clothes clung to him, sweat-sodden with fear. He left them in a trail to the shower, where he climbed under the cascading hot water, huddling on the tile floor, shivering. He reached up and twisted the cold tap almost closed, feeling as though he would never be warm again; never get the images out of his head. What the fuck was she doing with something like that? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dee was suddenly and completely awake. Why? She didn't move, but kept her breathing slow and steady and just listened. Nothing. But she could almost swear she wasn't alone in the house... She slitted open her eyes just enough to see that it was dark. Too dark. Was the power out? She listened for another long handful of heartbeats. The low, steady hum of the ceiling fan assured her all was well. The darkness unnerved her. The light on the landing didn't have an off switch; it had taken her a week to get used to sleeping with its light leaking through the cheap miniblinds. Why was that light out, now? It's an imperfect world; bulbs burn out all the time. Although unmoving, Dee stilled herself further. She thought she had heard a sound... perhaps the whisper of fabric, as if shifting along an outstretched arm. Her heart hammered in her chest, pounded in her ears, and she bit back a curse as her own body robbed her of that briefest advantage. Fuck. Or did it? Again, louder this time. That breath of movement, the obvious sound of clothing. She didn't dare move, but strained with all of her being to pin a location to the sounds. THERE. Someone was in the living room. She recognized the sound of the lightweight flip-flops as they slid across the tile. In a single fluid motion, Dee rolled from the bed, her hand reaching, closing around the baseball bat resting against the side of the mattress. Weapon raised, she darted through the darkened apartment, silent and furious. The front door stood open, and she rushed to the landing, barely catching a glimpse of her intruder as he-? she-? disappeared into the night. FUCK. Dee stepped back inside and closed the door before turning on all the lights. Nothing seemed to be amiss, although one of her shoes was in the tiny kitchen, and the other was barely visible beneath the sofa. In the bedroom, the door of the wooden cabinet was not quite closed. In a panic, she opened the door completely. Dee sobbed with relief to see the bottle still in place. She pulled it to her, sinking onto the bed and wrapping herself around its oddly warm form. It was safe. Thank the gods. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As was her wont in the late afternoon, Dee was sitting at an umbrella-shaded table, drinking a glass of white wine and watching the ocean. The remains of her meal had been cleared away, but that didn't stop the birds from eyeing her hopefully. A glossy black grackle squawked and shifted atop the sign that said, "Do not feed the birds" in five languages. "Do you think they can read?" "The tourists, or the birds?" she responded without turning. He responded with a genuine laugh. "Both, I suppose." Dee glanced at him, quickly, appraisingly; the fabric of his casual attire that spoke of money, his average yet almost delicate features, his grown-out haircut that brushed his shoulders, the way his smile somehow made him seem completely accessible. Without a word, she used one foot to push the adjacent chair out from her table. "Yes." He paused for only a moment; having been caught trying to think of an excuse to ask to join her, then accepted her offer, placing his amber drink on the table in front of him. "I'm Matt," he said, extending his hand. "Dee." She liked the way he actually grasped her hand without trying to break it. His fingers were a bit damp, but that could be from the condensation on his glass. At this range, his eyes seemed to shift between blue and grey. Interesting. Dee interrupted him before he could speak. "Is this the part where you tell me you've been watching me for days, and just HAD to come and talk to me?" Again, that amazing smile dazzled her. "What about... after watching you sit here alone all afternoon, I wondered if we could share this patch of shade, have a couple of drinks and make snarky remarks about the tourists?" Dee made an amused sound that wasn't quite a laugh. "And if I didn't buy that one?" Matt didn't hesitate. "Then I'd simply say that the view was best from your table and ask to join you." "Nice recovery." He smiled, lifted his drink to her and took a sip. Dee finished her glass, signaled the waitress for another round, and then asked for a phone book when the drinks arrived. "Locksmith?" he asked, following her finger down the page. "Yeah, some jackass broke into my place last night." His eyes were wide with concern. "Are you alright?" Dee looked at him. "Not 'what did they take?' but am I ok?" Matt smiled thoughtfully. "If it makes you feel better: Did they get anything important? Did you see who it was? What did the police say? What about the neighbors? Are you ok?" She couldn't help but laugh. Couldn't help but like him. "I'm fine. Pissed as hell, though." "Naturally. Your privacy was invaded." Dee waved that away. "I almost had the bastard. A couple seconds sooner, and he would have gotten to be very good friends with my baseball bat." Matt leaned forward. "You saw who it was?" "Not really. It was dark, and he was running like the Devil himself was on his heels." She looked at him for a long moment. Dee's phone vibrated and sang The Phantom of the Opera theme. She sighed, distracted from her train of thought. "Excuse me, I have to take this." Matt nodded and sipped his drink, looking out at the water to give her the illusion of privacy. "Hey, Dom... What? No, everything is fine...." He allowed himself to relax a little. She had no idea, then. "Really... Yes, I'm positive... By the Gods, Dom, you're worse than a mother hen.... Yes, I WILL.... Bye." Matt looked at her with a tentative smile. "Boyfriend?" Dee's face closed. "It's complicated." "Why didn't you tell him what happened? He seemed worried." "Because then he'd come down here." Matt stirred his drink idly. "That would be a bad thing?" "He's the last person I want to see right now." In the end, she hadn't asked him to install the new lock. She hadn't invited him to her place at all. She wasn't stupid; she'd seen all of those movies where the handsome new stranger strikes up a friendship with his intended victim to get into her house. No, she wasn't stupid at all. So, instead, she was at his place, drinking his expensive bourbon and ... flirting with him? Yes, there was the almost coy smile, and there, the way she toyed with her drink. And he was tempted. Who wouldn't be? She was attractive, assertive and witty—all things he enjoyed in a woman. But always, in the back of his mind, the dark, ugly reminder of what he had found in that cabinet. He watched her eyes dart around his apartment as though cataloguing the contents, pausing now and again on a picture, a work of art, the row of heavy, crystal glasses on the shelf above the bar. He realized she was speaking. "What happened?" "What?" he asked. "There's only seven glasses." She'd noticed that? He shrugged as though it didn't matter. "Broke one." Dee shifted her casual repose across from him on the white leather couch, tucking one tanned leg up under her. She leaned forward and added another couple fingers worth of Maker's Mark to her glass, swirling it around the ice cubes to chill slightly. "I never expected something so careless of you, Mattie," she said, looking at the amber liquor and not him. He felt ice gripping his balls. "Pardon?" he managed. Dee's eyes continued to study her glass as she lifted it to her lips, drained it. "Do you have a housekeeper?" "No..." the question threw him off guard. "No," she agreed. "Because you like your things just... so." Dee poured more of his good bourbon over the ice cubes. "You like the finer things in life, and nothing is out of place." Finally, she looked at him, and Matt thought he would drown in her eyes even as he feared she knew the truth of it all. "It was an accident," he found himself confessing. Her lips smiled at him; it didn't reach her eyes. "And me, Mattie? Am I an accident, as well, in your carefully planned world?" Part of him rankled that she called him that. The part of him that wasn't terrified almost liked it, wanted to hear that familiar form of his name on her lips again. Her glass was empty again. How much had she had? He saw the telltale near-fumble of her fingers. "You are," he said softly, "unexpected." She laughed softly, and he wondered just when he had gotten close enough to feel the heat coming off of her tanned skin. The heady scent of her mingled with the bourbon, doubly intoxicating to him. She was all sea and sky and a deep, dark longing. Dee's hand rubbed over his erection through his jeans as her lips sought his, and he was very nearly lost. His body arched against her palm as his hands slid up to cup her face. Her full lips quivered, gave softly when his thumb brushed over them. The memory of those runes shifting and twisting over the opaque bottle suddenly lanced through him, and cooled his passion completely. Matt took a deep breath as he looked at her. "Ask me again when you're sober," he said. "Fuck you," Dee swore and pulled away from him angrily. "You mother fucking jack-off!" She half-rose to her feet then slumped against the padded leather arm of the sofa, out cold. Matt watched her for a long, long moment, before taking a deep breath and brushing the disheveled hair from her face. Now, with her guard down, he could see that she wasn't as young as he'd initially thought. He could usually pin a person's age within a couple of years, but things just didn't add up. Early thirties? Forties? But there was something utterly timeless about her... Beneath that playful, sarcastic exterior, there was...a hardness, which surprised him. Where was she? Where was the kernel of self that was the essence of Dee? Matt's hand reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin slowly as he closed his eyes and just felt. Swirls of dark color eddied and flowed and mingled, and he held his breath as it he could still the ripples through sheer will alone. There... a flash of lightness... he followed it instinctively, passing through the shuddering washes of painful color that he'd learned meant emotional agony. As he neared that that tiny bead of light, that single grain of golden essence, his heart nearly broke at the overwhelming anguish. He opened his eyes and looked down at her unconscious form. "You've been alone such a long time, haven't you?" he whispered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dee floated in that half sleeping, half waking realm, slowly letting the day tug her into awareness. Until she realized she wasn't in her bed. Eyes snapping open, she leapt to her feet, hand clenched in a fist and ready to swing. "Ow... that was bad...." Dee slumped back onto the couch, head in her hands, eyes tightly closed. Slowly, she opened one eye. On the table was a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water. Dee gratefully downed a double dose as well as the water, before noticing the note that read: "Have a shower—you'll feel better." Her finger seemed to brush over his handwritten words of its own will and she smiled a little, remembering... Yeah right. He'd turned her down. Besides, there was no room in her life for—For what? A man who might actually—Dee cut the thought off before it could fully form and made her way to the bathroom. Towels had been left out for her. And a toothbrush still in its packaging. Who was this guy? The toothbrush made her feel slightly less dreadful. A long, hot shower made her feel much better. Almost human, Dee thought, as she toweled off. She eyed yesterday's clothes with distaste and slipped into his robe instead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Matt checked the images on his display, switching among the views from the carefully hidden cameras, before tucking the equipment into his bag and slipping out the door. It had been a difficult decision to leave her alone in his house, but he didn't think he'd have a better opportunity. He parked the van across the street from her apartment, checked the display again and headed up the stairs as though he belonged there. The new lock wasn't any more impressive than the old one, and he was quickly inside and staring at that innocent looking cabinet again. Very carefully, he eased the door open and just stared at the bottle, watching the runes do their odd, shifting flow over the matte glass. He didn't dare touch it, but eased the camera from his pocket instead. The first few images were blurred; then he caught the rhythm. There was a subtle throb in his head... a slow, pulsing beat. He took picture after picture until he realized the runes were repeating. Enough. With practiced care, Matt closed the cabinet door. Checking for errant flip-flops, he headed out, locking her new deadbolt behind him. He flipped on the equipment in the back of the van and watched the monitor for a moment. After parking in his own driveway, Matt dumped the pictures from the camera onto his laptop, keeping half his attention on the monitor that showed Dee still passed out on his couch. It was simple enough to cut and paste from the photos so he could see the whole of the runes' message at one time. Except that they weren't runes. Symbols he recognized were turned on their sides, like sowilo. Ansuz was flipped and had an extra arm. Algiz was missing its center. There was gebo... but it also appeared in a circle. Matt pulled up the runes on Wiki to refresh his memory. Nope, he knew what they were supposed to look like. After a moment's thought, he clicked on the link to the Phoenician and smiled. Of course. Not sowilo, but shin. And it was he, waw, taw and teth when circled. Who writes in ancient Phoenician? Fine. Matt slipped through the back door into a university's language research site and began the painstaking translation that he hoped would answer a few questions. He picked out words and phrases; blood seal and grave eater, and something about anointing a lover with his seed... This was Old Magick, from the time when the gods walked among men and their words held Power. Matt shivered as the memory lanced through him of the absolute horror he'd felt and heard and experienced when he'd touched that inscribed glass. If there was one thing he knew, it was that Magick always had a cost. He could only imagine what would make such a cost acceptable. That soul crushing anguish he'd found within Dee... A red light was blinked insistently; something had tripped the motion detector. There. She was just starting to rise. Hung over, too, by the looks of it. He knew just the fix for that. Dee stepped out of the steamy bathroom to find Matt cooking hash browns in his immaculate kitchen. He tossed a smile at her over his shoulder. "These always hit the spot after I've had a bit too much," he said. She couldn't help but smile back as her stomach growled in response. Dee perched on a barstool as she ate, the grin getting bigger and bigger on her face. "What?" he finally asked. "It's just killing you that I'm wearing your robe, isn't it?"