Klasma: A bad encounter

Before handling Elijah, the witch wanted to close her shop. After all, becoming Klaus's companion implied she would never return to Mystic Falls, and she had to give up on the life she used to lead. The witch agreed with the terms. After all, what exactly did she have to protect here? She opened up her shop but never made meaningful connections here. She was, for lack of better words, akin to furniture inside a house.  Well, not exactly.  She still struck an odd friendship with the resident witch: Bonnie Bennet.  The relationship remained superficial, as Bonnie suspected she was a witch, but never received confirmation (and frankly, never had the time to investigate, given how messy her life was). The others only saw her shop as a convenient meeting spot, so leaving would not put them in distress. Nëela was certain they would not even notice that she was gone. 

One of them did. Damon Salvatore. He had always kept his distance from her since she settled in Mystic Falls. He watched Stefan talk to her, out of concern for Elena, but also because he could smell that she was powerful and a supernatural creature. He wanted to assess her threat, but realized over the years that there was nothing to worry about the apothecary at the corner. However, that vanished the day the witch met with Klaus. That day flagged her as more dangerous than she looked for both brothers, and while Stefan tried a direct approach, Damon remained in the darkness to observe her from afar.  He noticed that she remained the same, aloof, not really caring for the Salvatore brothers, unlike the rest of the lot, who seemed to be attracted to them like moths to a flame. She was living her own life, and perhaps that was the bit that really drew Damon towards her. He tailed her one day, when she made herself very pretty and went on a date that never happened with Klaus. Her genuine upset reaction caught him off guard so much that he decided to keep following her.  Did she fall for the monster? Could it be that someone could genuinely love someone who caused so much pain as Klaus? If there was a chance for the Original, maybe there was some for him? 

"Leaving us so soon?" -He walked into the shop, unannounced. It made her gasp, and she turned around to face him-

"So soon? If you knew me, then you'd know I have been around for years. There's nothing for me here, so I'm leaving."

"What a shame! Bonnie really liked this place." 

"She will find another. I've met a very curious vampire a while ago. His name was Stefan Salvatore. I heard there were two brothers, and since you're as curious as he is, I assume you're Damon Salvatore?" -She knew who he was; she saw him interact with Elena and the gang. Of course, it was Damon, and he knew she was bullshiting by pretending not to know who he was. He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. The witch pushed her sunglasses up her nose and lifted a brow. 

"Guilty as charged. I am Damon. I have a question to ask, and I hope you will give me an answer."

"It depends on what you ask, but please, try me."

"I know you're a supernatural creature. I just couldn't figure out what you were. Care to tell me?"

"Will you stop stalking me, Damon?" -She asked, bemused. He lifted both arms and chuckled at her words. Would he? Perhaps he would, perhaps he wouldn't. He was just itching to know what she was and why Klaus seemed to gravitate around her-

"I can promise I will try." -She rolled her eyes and chuckled at his answer.-

Well, if she were to believe all the intel she got from observing Elena and the gang, he was too busy wrapped up in his drama to eventually try to find her again. So she decided to bite the bullet and reveal her true nature to him. Slowly,  the witch removed her glasses, which revealed her closed eyes as she wanted to be dramatic. Damon crossed his arms against his chest and waited for her to open her eyes. The uncanny gold color took him by surprise, and he was left with a clenched jaw and a piercing blue stare full of incomprehension. How could she have eyes like this? They weren't typical of vampires. They weren't even typical of the Originals. The only creature he saw with eyes like these was Klaus, but only because he was a hybrid. He looked at her with eyes wide open and growled at the sight of this little witch's uncanny gaze.

"You look as if you've seen a ghost, Damon. Ahah!" -She laughed and put both hands on her hips- " I am sure that you're wondering what I am, so let me tell you." -She closed the distance between them but stood a couple steps away from him- "I am not a vampire." -She cleared that one question he had- "I'm not a werewolf- "Another option cleared- "I'm not human either" -She grinned- "I am a witch. A cursed witch, so I can't really identify as a witch anymore."

"Then what are you?"

"A cursed soul and a badass!" -She chuckled and put her sunglasses back on her nose.- "Now now, I have given you exactly what you requested from me. You can now leave." -She shrugged-

"What's your deal with Klaus?"

"And why should I answer you? Oh, let me guess, are you afraid that I'm plotting with  Klaus against you?" -She laughed and shook her head- "Lighten up, Damon! Not everything is about your family. I know who Klaus is. We have... History. All I want is to leave Mystic Falls and hopefully never return."

"You didn't like the town, uh?"

"Oi... It's none of your business, Damon. I'm not going after you or Elena and her gang. I'm just trying to get out of here as fast as possible. So let me finish and I'll be out of your hair."

Damon snorted. She had never been in his hair. As a matter of fact, she was never in their business. Damon knew that the witch was minding her own business, always kept to herself, and never made a fuss. She was so discreet that had it not been for Bonnie and her two other friends gravitating around the golden-eyed witch. Still, Damon knew from experience that he couldn't trust anyone, especially not supernatural creatures, because they tended to lie and have ulterior motives.  She was a bit different, brash, genuine, and salty. He realized that she was not lying and had no reason to.  He stroked the tip of his nose and grinned. 

"You're not in my hair, darling. But yes, I'll keep an eye on you. If I see you with Klaus, trying to come at my family and friends, I'll become nasty. You know that, right?"

"And I'll ask you one more time, do you really think that you're the center of the world? I don't care about you and your posse. I don't think Klaus cares either, but I won't speak on his behalf. What I know is that we're getting out of here, and I hope we don't cross paths anymore. Now, shoo!"

Damon gave her a bitter chuckle and slowly but surely walked back. He didn't want to fight because there was no reason for him to try it that night. She was determined to close her shop for good, and she even went as far as to reveal her true nature to him. He couldn't exactly ask her for more than this, so he simply didn't. Instead, he left the shop, now convinced that Nëela was dangerous. Damon was determined to watch her until she left Mystic Falls, and he was certain they would hear more from her simply because she was associating herself with Klaus, and Klaus was trouble.  He was always "trouble".

-TBC- 

Doya: Distant memories

Oya sat on the edge of the bed she was sharing with Dean. He was sleeping next to her, but she knew that it was never a deep slumber. Dean was always on high alert, and the slightest noise would wake him up. The hunter tried to make the least noise possible, so her husband wouldn't wake up. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts. She stopped at Jake's name and bit her bottom lip. Should she text him? This late at night? Oya tapped her thigh with her fingers and texted Jake. 

[Text: J: Hey, J! I saw that you're on tour right now! Congrats!!! If you're still touring when our honeymoon is over, I'll see you. Jake, I haven't seen you in a while, and I miss you. Let's try and meet soon, okay? O.]

She sent the text and crossed her legs under the sheets. The shift on the bed managed to wake up Dean, who rolled on his side to have a good look at his wife. His emerald eyes stared at the young woman, and he lifted his brow.  He knew she was restless and had been for several nights in a row, so he took it upon himself to ask her what was going on. 

"Hey! You either don't sleep at night or you wake up in the middle of the night. Are you okay?"

"MMMhhhh... Kinda. I've been missing Jake lately. I usually managed to attend one of his concerts when I go on solo missions, but I haven't seen him, and I miss his music." -She sighed, one big heavy sigh that meant she wanted to say more.-

"Come on, O. Spit it out. You know what he's been doing lately." -He knew she was his biggest fan, of course, she would know what he was doing.- 

Dean was right, Oya knew how Jake was doing. She was a fan of his work, had been for a very long time. Of course, she wanted to follow his career and would hound social media just to keep tabs on him. Dean knew she was genuine in her love for Jake's music. She listened to his Eps when they were driving. She knew the lyrics by heart. She always praised Jake's voice out loud on random occasions. Dean knew she felt joy when she was listening to him, and he knew that she would always make sure to know what was going on with Jake. 

Dean didn't keep tabs on his brother, but he knew that if Jake ever needed some help, he would come to him. Could he blame the guy for keeping some distance from his siblings? They've been through this with Adam when the latter showed up. Unlike with Adam, however, Dean and Sam tried to treat Jake better than they did their late brother. Still, there had been some distance between the brothers because Jake was doing his best to stay clear of the supernatural world. Jake eventually kept in touch with them, mostly through Oya, but he didn't call or visit them often. Dean furrowed his brows and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist. Oya gave him a soft grin and ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. 

"Yes! He's been on tour with a serious name in the business! Owen Ryan! Jake's staying at hotels now. He's also enjoying a bigger audience, and I've read some comments online about how good he is and how good-looking he is, too. I just want to see him again! I know we're on a honeymoon, but... Can we meet him?" -She gave him a puppy gaze and a little pout as she asked her question.-

"So that's why you've been restless lately? You want to see my brother?" -Oya nodded and bit her thumb- "And you want us to interrupt our honeymoon so you can see him?" -She nodded frantically before a light chuckle escaped her lips- "You're a very unserious person, Oya."

"Don't be unfair, Dickhead!" -Oya pouted again and gently hit Dean's shoulder. He chuckled and leaned his cheek against her thigh- "In all seriousness, I miss Jake very much and I would like to see him again. We're not working a case, so we wouldn't bring him troubles!" 

"You know damn right that it's not true. Wherever we go, there's always trouble. Jake won't like it, but since my Missus said she wanted to see him, who am I to deny her?"  -Her face lit up and she resumed stroking his hair-

"Thank you. I know you're not super close, but... I also know that he cares about you, and I am sure that he will be pleased to see you care about him too, especially when he's reaching a new milestone."

Oya wanted to support Jake's career in the best way she knew how. She always bought his EPs, always attended his concerts, and made sure to actively contribute to the fandom online. It was the best she could do as a fan. It was the least she could do as "Family". In truth, Oya was mostly doing it selfishly as Jake's sister-in-law. She knew that they would not be able to see each other as often as she wished they did. She knew they couldn't have a proper relationship as it was something unheard of in the "hunting community". Hunters rarely got to have families, and those who tried to do so were aware of the possibility of either losing their children or making them orphans. Hence, very few hunters actually tried to have families. 

The Winchesters were one of the very few families still alive, and if Oya was very honest with herself, she would even talk about a Dynasty of hunters starting at the moment the Men of Letters existed. Oya even joked with Dean about how she was certain they had an ancestor even older, clearly establishing the Winchesters as a long line of hunters, perhaps the only one in America. Yet, did it really matter? She realized that it didn't quite matter how long and how prestigious the bloodline was because to her, all she saw were Dean, Sam, and Jake. All she saw were the brothers and her family. Anything else was just white noise. The truth, however, was that they were a family, and because it was rare for hunters to have one, she cherished the bond she shared with Team Free Will and Jake. 

"There could only be you to think about doing something like this. I have to say, it's a good thing, O."

"Ah! Sincereity from the Elder brother!" She chuckled and let him unwrap his arms from around her waist to slowly sit on the bed.- "I'm joking! I know.... I know what you're trying to say. I'm just glad to do it for the sake of our family. It's going to be alright! Jake will be happy to see us, and we'll have a good time listening to him. There won't be any case, and if there is, we'll take care of it together. I feel relieved. I wanted to ask a while ago, but I didn't realize just how much I was missing him until tonight."

"I'm glad you asked." He cupped her cheek with his large calloused hand and pressed a kiss to her lips- "Now maybe you will be able to sleep? I'm exhausted."- He teased her while rubbing the tip of his nose against hers-

"Dickhead!" She grinned, pecked his lips, before she swiftly wrapped herself in the sheets. Dean chuckled and joined her under the sheets before he pulled her into a tight hug.-

That was settled. They would see Jake, and while a part of Oya felt relieved, something refused to leave her mind alone. Some anxiety clung to her brain as she had a bad feeling about meeting Jake this time around. Perhaps it was all in her head, and she was just anxious about seeing Jake after so long. Perhaps something happened, and her intuition was clueing her in. The only way to be certain was to proceed and meet with Jake. 

-TBC-

Hope was the weapon of fools

When talking to a friend about discovering "late" into adulthood, how important it was to be loved, I was reminded of how much I was able to grow over the years. Genuine love can help you blossom into the best version of yourself. It can help you hope. It can help you achieve things you never thought you could (or never thought of). It can help you heal or at least soothe your deepest wounds. It was love who helped me get the best care for my mental health and realize I needed it. It was love that helped me become the person I am today, the love I have for others, and the genuine love others had for me. Not so long ago, I couldn't even assert myself or make decisions because I thought it wasn't my place to do so, and it didn't matter because I didn't matter anyway. I couldn't even pick up where to sit at a restaurant... Today? I'm back to being myself and choosing for myself! I  also watched others transform for the best, once they found love or allowed themselves to love again.  I love it! I love watching someone getting genuinely loved and cared for. 

Don't get me wrong, love is not going to solve issues, and it won't bring back what's been lost and can't be replaced like a loved one, but Love will soothe and help us carry on.  Love isn't a magic solution, and it's not going to solve everything. I still have suicidal ideations, despite all the love and care I have. I still suffer from mild anxiety and clinical depression. I still have other little moments of anger, weakness, and frustration, but my heart is soaring! I feel so much better! I met wonderful friends, and I am able to do things I couldn't dream of doing before. I also realized the difference between fake love and genuine love and how they're worlds apart. I guess you have to learn the hard way, so you can keep the lesson etched in your very soul. 

I noticed yesterday while talking to my friend,  that one of the positive changes that happened within me was about Hope. I grew up with Hope in my heart until I reached adolescence. I used to think that "Hope was the weapon of fools." In my mind, a long time ago, being hopeful was seen as a recipe for disaster due to the constant heartbreak and betrayal. I thought I was wrong to be hopeful, and I would be punished for daring to dream of something better. So I tried not to be and instead remained a "practical and realist" person. 

In truth, I was unable to recognize the self-destructive patterns I had been engaging in. I was unable to realize that those I surrounded myself with did not have my best interests at heart at the start of my adult life. I couldn't see the strength and capability I already possessed within me. I simply killed hope and kept doing it so it wouldn't grow in my heart. This way, if I were disappointed, I would reframe it in my head as a reality check.  It was simply Life unfolding as it was supposed to be. Such a simple trick! 

Then, I grew out of those bad relationships, and I slowly but surely picked myself back up, thanks to the genuine love I received. Little by little, I realized that what I mistook for "reality" were simply the self-realized prophecies and bad company fueling my insecurities, depression, and anxiety. It was a lack of reassurance and security mixed with low self-esteem and other fragilities. It wasn't "Fate" or "Punishment" for being alive. It was none of these things. It wasn't even me. 

How could it be me when I shrank myself to please others? How could it be me when I quieted my voice and ignored my needs and desires because it would be an inconvenience to others? How could it be me when I gave up on myself because I listened to those telling me that I would never amount to anything? Voices telling me they loved me when in truth they wanted to push me to my grave? (That might never be a story I would tell). It took me a long time, a lot of work, and a great deal of support to finally detangle everything and escape the sharp claws of self-destructive patterns I was stuck with. 

Love, genuine and kind love, helped me see that I wasn't valued before. Love from others made me find myself again. It made me accept myself the way I forgot how to. It made me hope again. I dared dream again. I dared assert myself again, and my favourite thing is that I learned that "yes, I could be loved for who I was!" I found myself feeling hopeful again, and this time,  oh, I truly cherish the ability to do so. I no longer feel the same way as I did decades ago. I realized that Hope was resilience and a fuel to do better... to be better. Love brought back Hope. Love helped me get back to myself. And I think that it's one of the testaments of how being genuinely loved could help, and I wish, I really wish that everyone would experience true love, and that I will keep moving in the right direction and be the better version of myself. 

 

Colby: relief and sorrow

"Mary!"

Tom's voice echoed through the bedroom as he watched the young woman shift and turn on their bed. She was nursing a fever from the bullet wound she sustained earlier that night. Nothing went as it should have, and Tom was wracked with guilt upon watching his woman wounded and suffering because of him. He swiftly grabbed her wrist and gently stroked Mary's swollen and calloused hand. The night was supposed to be a good night... How did it take such a dramatic turn?  She mumbled in her sleep, called for Tom's name, and all he could do was hold her hand and tell her that he was there. He would always be there, despite failing to do so that night. 

Arthur invited Mary over to the Garrisson Pub. He knew she needed some distraction and a little bit of fun. Since becoming the chief nurse and Headmistress in training of the Grace Shelby Institute, she spent most of her time advocating and caring for the children in her care. Obviously, with the rise of the fascist party of Great Britain, there had been more attacks against the Institute and more attacks targeting her. It got the attention of Alfie Solomons, who tried to strike a deal with Mary, one she could have taken had she not been under the Peaky Blinders' protection. In exchange for his protection, Alfie wanted Mary to hide his merchandise within the walls of the Institute. She refused, and Tom doubled her protection, but that made it more difficult for her to have a good time. 

Naturally, Arthur thought of something that could help Mary find her good spirits again. Nothing rivaled a good night at the pub, where Mary could sing and dance and listen to loud music without a worry in the world. He owed it to her, after all; she always managed to help him get back on his feet every single time he fucked shit up. As the elder Shelby had planned, the night began well. Mary was on stage, singing and dancing, and forgetting for a moment all the troubles she had faced since joining the family. It felt good! And for Mary, she finally had a little bit of fun during that night out. Things took a dramatic turn, however, when a sudden attack happened. Mary couldn't remember everything clearly. The sound of broken glass, the screams, Arthur throwing himself at her to shield Mary from the bullets raining on them. She remembered being splashed with his warm blood. His body shaking, his blood... oh, his blood that was pouring out of his wounds and that soiled her face, her arms, and clothes. 

She remembered the survivors ran to the next doctor's office to try and get Arthur some help. Mary remembered ordering the survivors around to check themselves for wounds and for those who were the least injured to help her save Arthur's life. A surgery... She worked on the floor, using hot water in a basin, a clean cloth, domestic needles and threads in the lack of anything better, and alcohol to help sterilize wounds and the tools she used on Arthur. She worked for hours, tirelessly, cut her fingers multiple times with the knife, stabbed them with the needle, but it didn't matter. She had to save Arthur. The doctor came in late, but he helped Mary stabilize Arthur's body and wait for the ambulance to come and get the Peaky Blinder to the hospital.  Only when Arthur was taken to the hospital did she realize that Tom had come to the Garrisson Pub, helped in any way he could while assessing the damages, talked to the survivors to see if they could identify those who had attacked the Pub, and kept his mind occupied. 

Only then did she faint, sustaining a bullet wound with the bullet still inside her. Only then did her body react now that the adrenaline was gone. Mary fainted, and then Tom began to worry about another kind of concern. He watched her risk her life to successfully save his brother. He watched her ignore her pain for other lives, but for a brief moment, he was scared of losing her. He couldn't suffer a second loss like that. It reopened old wounds, a trauma that never really healed. How could it heal when he lost Grace, his whole world crumbled? How could it heal when he still had hallucinations of his late wife? Looking down at him whenever he was feeling desperate, just like that night. She was there, in the corner of the room. Grace stared at him with a gaze full of judgment for putting Mary through so much pain and violence. He led a life that ended in Death. How could he expect a second chance at life? What a fool! Tom blinked, and Grace was now at the deathbed of Mary. 

He panicked, ran his thick and calloused hand over his face just to make sure that it wasn't real. His mind interpreted the presence of his late wife as a sign that Mary was dying. He held both hands tighter and mumbled under his breath. He was speaking nonsense, calling for Polly to confirm his wild, erratic thoughts. He was talking about spirits and ancestors, about the veil between the world of the dead and the living, about having to pay for the blood he spilled, and about sparing Mary's life because she was innocent. She suffered enough from the hands of others, and he didn't want her to suffer more. Perhaps she wouldn't have been shot and possibly lost her life if she had not met him. Guilt was wrecking his heart, and before he knew it, Tom's eyes were wet from unshed tears. His fingers were shaking, as if he was afraid that if he wasn't careful, she would die in his hands. Grace's "ghost" shook her head and softly pressed a kiss to Mary's forehead. 

"Tom...." -Mary's faint voice snapped him out of his mind,  Grace's ghost vanished, and Tom focused his attention back on her-

"Mary! You're awake!" -He grabbed the clean cloth, dabbed it on her forehead- "I'm here."

"Tom!... Tom... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." -She was too weak and still feverish, but alive. She tried to sit on the bed, but she couldn't sit down properly. He helped her with his powerful arms and took her hands back into his larger ones.- "How is Arthur?"

"You don't have to apologize, Mary.  Arthur is fine. You saved his life."

"I made you worry, Tom." -Mary replied in a grunt- "I never like it when you are worried because of me."

"You're awake. Everything else doesn't matter." -He dabbed her forehead again and  pressed his lips to the back of her hand for a brief moment- "I'm here, now, and nothing will happen to you ever again."

She nodded, unable to conjure up the words she wanted to say. She didn't know how to tell him that she was scared that night, far more than she thought she would be. She was worried about their enemies coming back for more, worried about him or any other member of the family dying in her arms. She was worried about so many things, but couldn't find the strength to talk to him. Instead, Mary set her green eyes upon Tommy and gave him a soft smile. She would be fine. She would be fine. She would be fine! 

-TBC-

Windora: unwelcomed distraction

Deep inside the cathedral was an office where the man who welcomed Lux took her. There was a desk made of polished wood and two wooden chairs facing one another. There was a huge library where several books of different genres, ages, and languages. There was a glass bottle of what appeared to be wine, but if anyone went for a taste, they would have the displeasure of finding out that it was, in fact, blood.  Two exquisite carved crystal glasses completed the set. Both teasing Lux for a taste, but she knew better than to touch what wasn't hers. If her host felt that she earned a glass, he would of his own volition offer her one. Her face was unreadable as she observed the man before her. Elegant yet cold. His face was carved with deep lines, despite his vampire nature, which only indicated that he was turned when he was already old. 

Rumors led her to his doorstep, the hermit vampire Dalmas  Stejic. He was said to be a very old vampire, a scholar from Damascus, turned into a vampire when he was already an old man. He was said to be obsessed with vampire history, obsessed with the origins of this species, so much so that he didn't want to socialize with his peers. He kept informers across the whole vampire society to help him write down all the major events happening since the deaths of the Founding Vampires.  If Lux wanted to find information about the founding vampires, he was her best chance to do it. For now, he observed the redhead who was sitting across the table. He sat still, his eyes hawking on Lux, studying her every move and determination.  She pinched her lips together and her eyes averted from his face to the library behind him. 

Her mind was troubled from the moment she left Atlanta. She didn't want to leave Jake, but she had to. He had a tour and she had an investigation to lead. The safety of her father and their family was her priority, and she had to look further into it. She ran her hand through her red hair and moistened her lips. Jake's face came to mind. Again! His infectious grin was the first thing she remembered. That grin that made her legs wobble and her heart flutter. That grin that sent shivers down her spine.  She then thought of his arms, strong enough to hold onto her, strong enough to lift her legs and bend them above her chest. Lux remembered when Jake did it, when he noticed she loved to grab her legs and kept them spread wide for Jake. 

She felt vulnerable like that, exposed with her cunt opened for him and her clit poking out for attention. Lux remembered the delicious friction between them, the fact that his hard cock brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner walls. She remembered her toes curling and felt them curl in her shoes as the memory took over. She sucked on her bottom lip and dropped her head a little bit. The redhead fought hard to hold back a moan and slowly rubbed her legs together.  She tried to focus on that old man, and for a brief moment, the vampire managed to do so. She focused on that bottle of blood and cleared her throat, wanting to ask a question to distract the old man from her growing arousal, but nothing came to her. She swallowed a lump and tucked some hair behind her pointy ear. 

 "Miss Adora, perhaps you need to drink something?" -

"I have... I just need a little moment Mr. Stejic." -She slowly coughed and waited for him to pour her a glass of blood.- 

"Miss Adora. When you wrote to me, I didn't know if you were being serious about researching the Elder vampires. Very few of your peers actually care about our history, let alone about our Founding Fathers."

"What.." -She coughed- "What made you change your mind?" -She cleared her throat and grabbed the glass of blood and took it to her lips so she could take a sip-

"I was informed of your genuine interest in our history and the fact that you questioned the scholars of the fortress."

"Informed? Please, don't tell me you're working with Frederic Roustain!" -She almost choked on her drink-

"No. I do not /work/ with Frederic Roustain. I do not /work/ for anyone, so you don't have to worry about it. I just like to keep myself informed about what's happening in our vampire society. "

"I see... So you figured out I was serious in my inquiry. Do you have an answer for me?"

"I do." -He stood up and turned around so he could take a look at the books he wanted to show her.-

Lux's mind drifted again. This time, she was hearing Jake's groans and moans in her ears while she was riding his cock. Both of her hands were on his chest, claws drawn and embedded into his chest. Her tail wrapped around his cock, squeezing firmly while she was bouncing on his cock. She remembered the smell, that chaotic mix of blood, cum, and sweat. She remembered the echoes of their cries in that room, the pleasure washing over her body, and Jake's eyes rolled deep into his skull. Pleasure, unadulterated pleasure, bliss even.  His fingers sank into her flesh, and would have bruised her had she been human.  That memory was overwhelming her to the point that the redhead forgot what Dalmas was saying. Her eyes followed his movements, but they were blurred because her mind was filled with memories.  Jake nibbling on her neck, whispering horny things and sweet nothings to her ears.. 

She had the memories of Jake holding onto her calf, her waist, her neck, her hair... anything he could reach with his hands and anything she wanted him to touch. It elicited another moan she could only muffle. Her legs rubbed harder against each other, and she put both her drink and her other hand flat on the desk.  Fuck! What was going on? She bit her bottom lip harder, as her pussy was quivering now and clenching in thin air. Fuck! She was turned on, and she heard the dry noise of books being smacked against the desk. Dalmas lifted a brow, noticing the flustered vampire who was having trouble keeping her hormones in control. He might have been old, but his senses were keen, maybe even more than those of a younger vampire. He picked up the scent of her arousal, noticing how darker her cheeks turned as she blushed. He noticed her chest heave up and down, and her legs rub together. 

"Miss Adora. Perhaps you need a minute to gather yourself?"

"What? oh.. This? I am sorry. I was distracted! I apologize for my distraction." -She cleared her throat again. The sensation of Jake's kisses to her neck lingered a little longer, and she pinched her lips together- "Please, I'm listening." -Why now? Why couldn't she stop thinking about Jake?-

"Fine. I wanted to find the relics of our founding fathers and investigate their deaths. I have witnessed two deaths with my own two eyes. My Founding Father, Stepjan Stejic, and Founding Mother, Fenghua Li. I haven't seen the other deaths and subsequent burials. However, I wanted to find proof of these events ever taking place. So I dedicated my entire life to research."

"I see. I have a hypothesis regarding two of our founding fathers. Something tells me that you have the answers to my questions."

"I assume you're talking about Roustain and Adora. I have found testimonies of Mother Ngawa's suicide. Letters recounted the event and were sent to me with the belongings of fallen brethren."

"Letters? Are you saying that when a vampire dies, their belongings are sent to you?" -He nodded- "I see... There was no reason to censor these letters since it was acknowledged that she walked into the sun." -She sucked at her bottom lip and looked up to the old vampire.-

"Yes. Therefore, all of my attention was focused on finding what happened to Roustain and Adora."

"I do not believe the story they told about our Founding Father, Adora. I heard the stories; he was not losing his mind at the moment of his death. I refuse to accept that he preemptively died when he showed no signs of madness. Do you have anything supporting this?"

"Do you believe that he is not dead?" -She frantically nodded- "And what do you think would happen if he were indeed alive?"

"He would come back and witness the new vampire society. He would not like what we became and would try to reform it. I think... we are not safe from a civil war." -He opened one book and put it on the table, opened to a couple of letters stacked together-

"Here! There are accounts of witnesses who saw the preparations for the suicide ceremony. They saw the wooden stake, the coffin. Some went with the firstborn of Founding Father Adora and saw the body and the stake before it was closed and buried in the ocean."

"Witnesses? I thought there had been none but the firstborn...." -She stroked her chin and once again, was disturbed by another flashback.-

 Lux quickly put her hand over her lips to muffle the soft moan that escaped her lips. She thought of Jake playing with her breasts. She loved it when he massaged them, softly, then more firmly and even hard. She loved it when he played with her nipples and felt her underwear get dampened by her arousal as she was now completely turned on by her flashbacks. Fuck! How indecent! How could she be turned on when getting the information she needed from an old scholar? Why couldn't she completely focus on the information being given to her? Fuck! Lux blushed harder and bit her bottom lip harder, to the point of drawing blood.  Dalmas lifted a brow, never breaking his serious facial expression. He politely waited for her to compose herself, and once she was ready to go, and mouthed an apology he resumed talking as if he had not seen anything. 

"Only the firstborn was present when he assisted his Sire's suicide. He held onto that secret for centuries until guilt overwhelmed him and he wrote a confession letter. It was kept hidden in a book he owned and that was passed on to his lover, who held onto it until the firstborn died. She then gave it to me because she felt the burden of her grief to be too great for her to bear. From this letter, I was able to confirm that many of the other accounts of Father Adora were true."

"Still... There is no way to truly confirm it.  The coffin is lost to the sea, and it could still be empty. However, I trust your judgement. If you think that we can trust the letters. What do you know about Father Roustain?"

"The skull in his mausoleum isn't his. I found a note by the architect of his mausoleum. He was given instructions for the building. From design to construction to the ceremony that had to take place here, and the relics that were to be placed there. I could have stopped here, but I collected letters and diaries from his court, witnessing his growing frustration with Father Adora. Some even talked about a seething jealousy that was eating at him. His jealousy was well-known and documented."

"What are you trying to say?" -Lux asked, blinking several times.-

"I am saying that I have information that could seal your fate, Miss Adora. If I tell you what I know, there will be no turning back."

"Are we in danger?" -He slowly nodded at her, and that information was enough to snap her out of her fantasies- "Then I have to hear it."

-TBC-

GoT: Shooting daggers at a distance

"Jaime Lannister, I never thought you'd be bold enough to show your face here, after all you and your family have done to us." -Theo sneered while he was giving his salutation to Jaime Lannister.  He should have addressed him more politely, but he refused to dignify him with the title "Ser"-

"It appears that you would have to discuss the matter with Ser Bronn since he is the one who invited me over, Ser Theodore." -The Golden Lion grinned and averted his gaze from Theodore to Bäahal, who was talking to Bronn.-

"I see. I will not anger our host. He's graciously welcomed me. I am still surprised to see you alive, Ser Jaime, but I guess that even the more wretched of us can deserve a second chance." -He sneered at him- 

Theodore Tyrell's true name was  Ambrose. He was the son of Lady Elinor Tyrell and Lord Alyn Ambrose. Yet, after the death of Lady Olenna Tyrell and the slaughter of his entire family tree, he was the only survivor of the whole house and defiantly decided to reclaim the name Tyrell, as a way to claim that his family wasn't completely wiped out. It was an act of defiance, mostly aimed at the Queen and the three remaining Lannisters: Tyrion, Kyra, and, more importantly, Jaime Lannister. 

"I count my blessings then. The gods showed me some leniency, and I will take advantage of it to be a better man. Don't we all?" -He replied in a sneer-

"Maybe you've moved on from the War and the terrible years of ruling of Cersei and her children, but I haven't. I don't know why the gods kept you alive and why you're allowed to breathe the same air as our princess, but I will make sure to expose your true nature to her and the rest of the world. They will all see that you're a snake and nothing more. And I will have the princess. I will marry her. You have my word!"

Jaime shrugged and decided to ignore the less-than-subtle jab at him. He was aware of the hatred he would receive as soon as word would go out about his betrothal to the princess of the seven kingdoms. He knew. He went to Bäahal, who was draped in a lovely white and purple dress.  She was beautiful, far more beautiful than he remembered her to be, and he couldn't blame Theodore Tyrell for wanting his beloved Princess. He only had to take a look at Bäahal to see what that man saw in her.  

Jaime knew that the first thing he saw was her big silver mane, which she managed with braids and buns, so the hair would reach the bottom of her back.  Theodore Tyrell probably saw her purple eyes, vibrant and delicate amethysts that held so much warmth and hope that it could only draw him to her. Jaime swallowed a lump, finding himself longing for a gaze from his beloved princess.  His eyes averted from her face to her curves, well hidden behind heavy fabric. She had always been curvy, for as long as he remembered. The only time she had not been was after the siege. It left her emaciated and skinny, which shocked Jaime. It took a while, but Bäahal regained the weight she lost and was even more radiant.  Jaime moistened his lips. 

He knew how Theodore lusted after the princess, just as all the men before him had. He only saw the princess for her beauty, for how she presented herself to the world with her uncanny features and beauty. Like all these men, Theodore never cared for what was in her heart. He didn't care about her bravery or her love for her people. She cared for everyone and even risked her life defending peasants. Theodore didn't care about what made Bäahal the woman Jaime loved. He didn't care about her sense of humour and cuteness when she discovered the world. Jaime shrugged and simply closed the distance between the princess and Bronn. She held both of Bronn's hands and warmly shook them to express her gratitude for his hospitality. Bronn grinned and peacocked in front of her. Jaime cleared his throat, and she turned her head to look at him. 

Her face lit up, and she leaned forward, welcoming him with a warm smile. He didn't dare touch her in public, mostly because it wouldn't be received well. She was the princess, and despite being betrothed, some gestures were forbidden. He simply slightly bowed at her, and she bowed back before she released Bronn's hands and caught both of Jaime's hands between hers. She thanked him for coming and riding her to safety. Unlike Jaime, the princess was oblivious to Theodore Tyrell's attraction to her. She couldn't see the anger that was bubbling at the surface when he was staring at Jaime. She didn't see the intense desire that man felt for her every time he set his eyes on her. Jaime saw it straight away, but as always, he didn't react to it. He didn't need to. 

Theo watched as they slowly walked out of sight. He clenched his fists, hard enough to pierce through his skin and draw blood to his fingers. He couldn't accept that the princess had chosen this man as her betrothed. She might be leaving, but Theo was determined to see her. He would wait until she returned to the Red Keep to serenade her at home. This way, he was certain that she would not leave and would have to entertain him for as long as he stayed. This way, he would make sure to convince Bäahal to break up her engagement to Jaime Lannister and become his betrothed instead. Yes, he would do it! Yes, he will have her!

-TBC- 

Windora: Lux sensual questionnaire

Big spoon or little spoon? Big Spoon (I love to be the one hugging my lover)

Have you ever been on a blind date? Courtships count, do they? If so, then I have been on blind dates.

What's the best kiss you've ever had? It was the one I gave Jake with his own blood. It was rough, sensual, and intensely so.  I liked the fact that he didn't even flinch upon tasting his blood, and the fact that he kept kissing me as if it was normal and not incredibly kinky. 

What's the best date you've ever been on? I haven't been on a date with Jake just yet. So, this date is a bit old. It was with my former lover, during the Renaissance. We traveled together to a nearby city because he wanted me to meet his sponsor, but we actually met his parents. We ate shaved ice in the middle of summer, and it was so sweet. He introduced me as his beloved and told them that I was a creature of divine extraction. They welcomed me, knowing I was different and that just ... It was the best day of my life because I was accepted despite my true nature, and they were all kind to me.  I don't know if his parents ever loved me, but at least they accepted me, and they accepted our love. It was the best gift he could have ever given me.

Favorite way to be affectionate with someone?  I will cuddle the one I love. I will pepper their skin with kisses. I will hug them any chance I get. I love to be in contact with their skin, so they should be prepared to be hugged, kissed, cuddled, and touched whenever possible. I guess that makes me clingy. 

Favorite place to be touched? My breasts. They're fucking sensitive, and I love when my nipples are being played with or teased. I mean, Jake could just brush the back of his hand over my breasts, and I would lose it! I love when they're being played with. 

What's your favorite memory of you together? It has to be our first fight! unorthodox, but it's true. I didn't expect the night to start with a fight, but I can't fault him. He clocked me as a vampire, and he anticipated an attack from me. I don't blame him one bit. It also turned me on, so... I can't forget that. 

Top, bottom, or both? Both. 

Do you like it rough or sensual? Both, although I am more inclined to be rough. I tend to be shy when I'm being made love to. It's intense and beautiful, and I feel this incredible connection with my lover. It's overwhelming but in a good way. I am just more vulnerable when it's sweet. I love both. 

How do you feel about sex toys? I am indifferent to them. I usually use my tail if I need to feel stuffed.  I could use a toy and have with past lovers, but I don't care about them.

What's the hottest thing someone can say to you in bed? That I am a good cocksleeve! That I'm tight and yet I can take such a big cock. That I look good doing whatever I'm doing to them. That they are losing their minds because of me, because I feel good. This shit is hot! 

Do you prefer to give or receive? I love to give. I love to watch the reactions of my lover to whatever I'm doing to them.  I'm used to being the one giving, but with Jake, I'm also on the receiving end, and it's wonderful! I love when he touches me, when he uses his tongue or fingers to lick, suckle, or pull on my nipples or any other part of my body. I love it when he thrusts into me. I love being on the receiving end of his care, and I love giving him so much pleasure. It's difficult to choose what I love most.  

What's something you secretly fantasize about? I want to have sex where we will be heard by the vampire society. I want to have sex just so they know that I'm loved, cared for, and desired fully.. They despise me, and they loath my true form, so I want them to hear me get my shit rocked while looking my absolute self. I want them to seethe in contempt and jealousy. It would be amazing! 

What's your favorite type of kiss? I love a soft French kiss. When we take our time. When I can feel his tongue. He kissed me so slowly, once, when he was fucking me so hard and fast. It was incredible! I love making out with him. 

Juicy questions to ask about your relationship: 

What initially attracted you to him/her?  His voice. I was walking around New-Orleans and I wanted some fun and distraction. I walked past the bar where he was performing and was blown away by his voice. I had to get closer to see who was singing so well. His voice was the first thing that attracted me to him.  Then, when I saw him, it was his eyes that caught my attention. All I wanted to do was get lost in this forest-green pool.  Then, it was his smile. All three elements are what drove me to him. He was handsome, and his voice was compelling too, something I had rarely seen in humans. A gift, if you will. 

Would you change anything about the way you met? No. It was the perfect date. 

Have you ever been in love? Yes. An Italian sculptor. *Is falling in love with Jake*

Why did things end with your last ex? He was murdered by a rival sculptor. 

What's one of your dating deal-breakers? Physical violence is a no-no. Psychological abuse as well. To be treated like a possession or a monster... Fortunately for me, Jake does nothing of that sort. 

Is there anything about the future that scares you? I'm afraid Jake would hate me. I don't want to lose him. I can't imagine a life without him now. 

The most forbidden person you've ever had a crush on?  Jake Winchester. He is literally the son of a legendary hunter and an enemy of my people. 

What's the wildest thing you've ever done for love? I didn't turn him into a vampire. I wanted to! I was desperate because I wanted to live eternally with him, and he didn't want to. He cared for his humanity, and he wanted to die as a human. I accepted not to turn him, and it cost me.  He died way too soon, but I loved him and I'm glad I didn't turn him into a vampire. He lived his life to the fullest, and he taught me a lot about myself and love.

Do you want to have a family someday? I'm a vampire. I can't get pregnant anymore. I also don't want to sire vampires unless one really wants to become part of my family. It hasn't happened yet, and I don't think it would, but never say never.

What's something you've always wanted to ask him/her but haven't? "Wanna be my boyfriend, puppy?" Sounds simple to ask, but I  don't want it to ruin what we have going on. He's not just a fuck buddy... You see? I actually care about him. 

Questions about sex:  

Where (or from whom) did you learn about sex growing up? I've always been a curious person. 

How often do you like to be intimate? All day, every day! 

How important is sex to you in a relationship? It is a way to show our love for each other. It is also something I crave a lot. I love how good it feels, and I want to have sex every day. It matters a lot to me.

How do you like to be touched? Well, I love it when he teases me. When he touches me anywhere but where I want him to. I love it when he is firm in the way he touches me, like I can feel his strength. I love it...

What's your favorite part about sex? His reactions to me. I thrive best when I can see how good he feels because of me.

The most challenging part about sex? To be vulnerable and shy. I mean, when I'm being made love to and it's slow and it's soft and it's overwhelming, but all in a good way. I always saw myself as a monster, as someone who had to be in charge and lead, and... to fully stop and let someone take care of me? That's challenging because that means they are working towards my own pleasure, and they want me to give in to them fully.  to trust them. to.. let go. It's so rewarding when I can do that. I let someone love me... that's trust of the highest degree! 

What makes you feel closer to someone during sex? When we talk, we laugh and chuckle, and we moan. We're vulnerable because we see what the other person likes and what can make them lose control. I feel closest to someone during these moments.

Do you prefer morning or evening sex? I'm more of a night person, but I fuck any time of the day! I'm that horny! 

Lights on or off? On. I want to see his beautiful face. I want to see how messed up he is. 

What do you fantasize about when you masturbate?  Don't laugh at me! A couple of things. If we're looking at the big picture, it'll be Cowboy Jake. The idea of him riding a horse, grabbing his guitar to sing songs by the fire, having him work on the ropes and lead the herds... Having him whistle at me, tip his hat, speak to me with that country accent? Unholy fucking spirit, it turns me on beyond reason! There's also Carpenter Jake. The sight of him working wood, carving it, making a table or a chair... having all that wood dust cover his arm, him wearing tank tops and jeans... him... looking focused and using his big calloused hands? That turns me on, too.  If we're talking about specifics? His smile is making me melt. His groans and moans, too. I mean, I only have to listen to him, and that makes me wet! When he calls me Cara or when he speaks Italian? OH, I can't resist it. It has to be in my fantasies. His voice and strong arms are my kryptonite as well.. As a matter of fact, everything about Jake turns me on. He could be standing there, looking for something to eat in the fridge, and I would be on my knees or drop my panties. 

What's something you want to try with Him/her in bed?  I want to be tied or blindfolded. Maybe even both at the same time! 

What gets you off more: oral or penetrative sex? Penetrative, but it's because I'm a size queen and I need to feel that cock stretch me out and brush all the sensitive parts of myself. It has to be noted that I also cum buckets whenever Jake is giving me head. He's so skilled! 

Have you ever tried BDSM? ..... yes! I mean, you have to look at Jake's body and see all the bruises I give him daily. I claw at him, I choke him with my tail, I drink his blood, and he fucks me hard. I fuck him hard enough for his skin to bruise. I bite him... 

Does the thought of recording a sexy video turn you on? Yes! Fuck yes!

What's the last thing you came to? Drinking Jake's blood while he was fingering me.

What turns you on the most?  Jake's smile. I can't resist it. I think of everything I love about him, and it's his smile I love the most. It's his smile that sends shivers down my spine. It's his smile that gets me wet. 

The funniest thing that's ever happened during sex? One of my lovers, a woman, ended up having her period when we were going at it. I think she was giving me head, and it triggered my vampire face. I had never been so happy for her to be busy licking me and not staring at me. She would have freaked out I think. I laughed, mostly because I had a hard time retracting my fangs, and I felt like a baby vampire learning the tricks for the first time.  Needless to say that I did my best to hide my face from her until finally those fangs disappeared! 

What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?  I fucked in a parking lot at night, once. I was dressed in the sluttiest outfit I could find. Short skirt pulled up, fishnets, and no bra, so my breasts were hanging out. platform shoes and beady chains wrapped around my waist. It was seedy, we had watchers, he was a decent fuck, and I was more turned on by the settings than by what he was doing to me. 

Most inconvenient place you've ever been turned on? During a suitor's visit. I was interrupted mid-coitus, and I was still fucking horny! 

On a scale of one to Mount Everest, how high is your sex drive? Mount Everest! And can go higher! 

What's the hottest nickname He/she can call you in bed? Cara. I love the way he says it.