Windora: Do you regret being a vampire?

Windora: Do you regret being a vampire?

A tear rolled down Lux's cheek. She did not realize she was crying until it fell on her hand. Her eyes grew wide, and she grabbed a pocket mirror to see if she was indeed crying.  One tear turned into a second one, and soon enough, Lux was sobbing in the train. She quickly grabbed a tissue and covered her face, long enough for her to stand up and rush to the train's toilet. She locked herself in and looked at her crying reflection in the mirror.  The redhead rarely cried from sadness. She had cried before, out of frustration about the way the vampire court treated her. 

She had cried before, at the murder of her lover, but these tears reminded her of an old conversation she had had a couple of centuries ago with her older brother Alceste.  She remembered the heavy scent of the centuries-old furniture of their boudoir.  She remembered sitting on a beautiful burgundy couch, a book in her hand, while Alceste was smoking, sitting across the room with the human newspapers in hand. It was a quiet evening, the moon was still young, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense guilt and sadness. It made her cry a couple of tears that fell on the pages of her book and elicited a curious gaze from her brother. 

"What's wrong, sister?"

"Uh... Memories of a distant past. I--- Haven't felt like this in a millennium." -She marveled and retrieved a pocket handkerchief from her dress to dab her tears away.-

"Memories of a distant past, uh? Do you remember how you turned into a vampire?"

"Only that I was given the choice. I do not remember why I forsook the gods I believed in, but I do remember how I felt. It was a pain like no other, a loss so deep and so brutal that it scarred my soul for eternity. I remember wishing I were dead, and then, I remember I wanted to live, but I did not want to feel that pain anymore.  Do you remember why you turned?"

"I hated mankind. I hated the life I was leading. The pain, the injustice... My life was meaningless as a human, and I found meaning in existence with you and our father. I remember how angry I was, and perhaps this anger still lingers to this day. Do you regret parts of the human experience?"

"Not everything." She kept wiping the bloody tears off her face and then felt her lips quiver. "When I was with Paolo, I felt regret for the first time. I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted to die of old age with him.  My nature makes it impossible for me to savor how precious life can be. He died, and any other fragile creature I have ever been with, all whithered and died. I remained untouched and all the same as the day I was turned. I regret this. Mortality."

"That's why I will never have a human lover unless I can turn them into a vampire. I don't know what you lost when you were still human, but I can tell that the pain of that loss still lingers. I truly hope, dear sister, that you would not fall in love with another human. We barely managed to save you from yourself. I don't think we would be able to stop you again." 

His voice was stern, but she could tell he was worried, given the way his knee was shaking uncontrollably. Lux laughed, a genuine laugh that alleviated her heart. Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks nd she kept wiping them off with the back of her hand until she stopped moving. She then looked at him, gave him a soft smile, and stood up. Her face looked a mess, so she had to clean herself up. 

"Don't worry. I don't intend to fall in love ever again."

The memory faded, and she was back in front of her reflection. Did she really promise Alceste she would never fall in love again? Lux was sincere when she said these words. She wanted to shield her heart from the pain of losing someone she loved, and for centuries, it worked. For centuries, Lux refrained from falling in love with a mortal soul. She would only enjoy their company, enjoy what they had to offer, which was their blood and sometimes sex. And she would try to convince herself that she was happy like this. She would try to convince herself that it was the right way to go. And it worked. It worked so well until... 

Jake. Jake crashed into her life like a wrecking ball. She believed that it was just going to be a one-night stand. It was just going to be some fun moments, a blink of an eye, and she would be on her merry way. She thought he was just some temporary fun, but reality hit her like a brick wall. What was meant to be a one-night stand turned into an unbearable loss that prompted her to find him again. She could not bear to be away from him for far too long. It amused her at first, and she branded him her special human. She had sparkles in her eyes, tingles going down her spine, and into her loins at the mere thought of him. Her heart was skipping several heartbeats, and her brain was filled with memories of Jake Winchester. Quickly enough, she grew attached to him, to the idea of being his Cara. To the idea of being his and only his. Quickly enough, she no longer saw him as a pleasant distraction and acknowledged that she wanted to share her heart with him. Quickly enough, she realized that she had fallen in love with him. 

That shook her to her core. How could she be in love after a century spent trying to avoid it? She tried to run away from Jake upon realizing her feelings and used the excuse of her current investigation and the matters of the vampire court to effectively leave. Yet, even miles away from Jake, the only thing she wanted was to go back to him. The only thing she needed was to be in his arms. Jake... So foolishly human. So full of contradictions and pain. So full of darkness and light.  He was a kindred spirit, a soul so tortured and yet still capable of love. A soul still capable of good, one she wanted to bring peace to. One she wanted to bring comfort to. One she wanted to heal.  Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks, and she sobbed like a child upon seeing her reflection. She dropped her head, hands holding onto the sink, and simply sobbed. She could not do it again. She could not fall in love with a mortal because if she did, then the same heartbreak would come again. 

Paolo's death led her to the doorsteps of suicide. She wanted to join him in death, could not see a point in living if the soul she loved so dearly was no longer here. Her brother and father fought her, literally and figuratively speaking. They fought so she would remain. They fought so she would not die and leave them alone. They fought so she could see that life was still worth living, even after millennia walking the Earth. She survived this, barely so. She survived this only to fall in love again with another mortal. The idea of losing Jake was unbearable to Lux. She could not fathom going on with her life without him here. Yet what could she do if not let Life do its thing? She refused to turn him into a vampire because it was his wish. He refused to be turned and clung to his humanity. Who was she to trample over his dignity? She would not turn him, but that meant losing him. 

Lux wailed and slowly fell on the toilet's floor.  She wrapped her arms around her frame and pulled her knees up to her face so she could cry into her knees. The only other solution to her pain would be to give up on her immortality and become human again.  This idea shook her to her core, almost made her nauseous to the point of throwing up. She loathed being human and what it entailed. The pain she felt before she turned was still clinging to her bones, still reminding her how being human felt. She remembered the hopelessness, the fear, the disgust, and the void in her heart from her loss. While she could no longer remember what happened to Human Lux, she could still feel it. How could she go back to being like this? How could she wish for a life of misery? 

For Jake, she could. The idea that she could become mortal and lose her powers just so she could be with him was appealing. The idea that she might live a meaningful life with someone who loved her and was willing to share his life with her until the bitter end was appealing. The idea that maybe being human was not the disaster her whole being believed it was when you were with the right person. It was a risk to take, one where perhaps Jake would no longer want her in his life, and she would have given up her immortality for nothing. One where he would grow tired of her, could drop out of the surface of the Earth one cold morning with nothing but her tears for company. There was a chance he broke her heart, and then what? 

Lux was too proud to go back to her Sire and ask him to bite her again. She would rather die than endure this humiliation.  She would rather die than live with that heartbreak for eternity. She would rather die than experience again what humanity gave her. So the idea of becoming human again left her mind as suddenly as it appeared. The truth was that for a brief moment, she went as far as wishing to be human again so she could live with Jake, and the reality of her feelings for him slapped her in the face. She was in love with this human. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to care for him. She wanted to share her life with him and even went as far as considering being human again for him, and that triggered an ancient pain, an old memory of loss and emptiness that made her cry. Was it her destiny? To lose all of the people she had ever loved?  Was it her destiny to live with this unshakable pain that would remind itself to her ever so often? There was pain in love, but oh, her heart craved it and was willing to go through the ordeal for Jake. 

Her special human...

The love of her life....

Jake Winchester.

-TBC-

DOYA: they were safe

Oya twirled a little on her heels. She wanted to show Dean the outfit she selected for the day. Chuck granted them a couple of weeks without any major incident or hunt. He granted them relief, if she could dare say that word. Relief from their job as hunters... Relief from saving the world and fighting monsters... Relief from fear... The fear of losing Dean or any member of Team Free Will. How long had it been since she had a nightmare? Oya stopped twirling and furrowed her brows. How long? She could not tell. Since the wedding? Since they went on a honeymoon trip? It suddenly dawned on her that if she did not have nightmares after such a long time, that meant she had gotten too comfortable. If they had not been in danger, that was not a good sign. Something sinister might have been brewing, unknown to them, and maybe Chuck would punish them with the vicious temper he was known for. Her smile dropped, and Oya looked at the floor, then her hands, as if it would comfort her. She then looked for Dean, who was in the shower. This, she did quietly, as Oya did not want to scare Dean or ruin the mood of their little honeymoon. Instead, the hunter simply leaned against the door and allowed -forced- her gaze to focus on her husband in that shower. He was alive and well. They were happy, and no matter how short-lived this moment was, Dean was alive and well.

She grabbed a curly lock of hair and fidgeted with it while her teeth mind-absently gritted against one another. There was a time Oya wished for the nightmares to stop. She wished for her nights to either be sleepless or filled with dreams because Nightmares exhausted her. Nightmares kept her scared and worried. Nightmares forced her to see the worst in life, and she did not want to have them. What Oya learned over the years was that she preferred it when there were nightmares because she had fallen into a habit. They became familiar. They became easier to live with. A nightmare was a reminder that anything could happen and that she should not become too comfortable because if she was caught by surprise, then she would not be able to move forward. If she ever lost Dean out of the blue, without any preparation, Oya was certain she would simply join him in death. The world be damned.  She closed her eyes for a brief moment, in an attempt to soothe her heart, and wondered if Dean was feeling the same. He was. Maybe even worse than Oya because he came to the same realization far sooner than she did. 

He enjoyed their little peace and quiet during the day, but at night, when everything was calm, his fears resurfaced and tormented him again. He wanted to protect her laughs, her smiles, her quiet, dreamless nights. He wanted to protect Oya with everything he had because he could not bear to lose her. She knew him deeply, and while he tried to pretend he was fine, she could see right through him. Maybe that was why he only let himself be worried when she was deep in her sleep. So she wouldn't be worried like he was. So he would not ruin their honeymoon. If only she knew what was going through his mind, if only she--- Dean blinked and felt the soft arms of his wife wrap around his frame. She then pulled him into a hug and kissed his back. They did not speak, but this simple hug managed to soothe both of them. This simple hug-- managed to make them feel good. They were alive and well. They were safe. 

Windora: Mise au point

 After her bath, Lux dressed back up and sat on the bed in her hotel room. She had to gather her thoughts to know exactly what her next move would be. Despite what Dalmas Stejic said, she could not fully accept that Roustain was the Elder who was not dead. She did not reject the idea, but she needed more evidence of his survival than a couple of letters written by his trusted people and passed down to the Hermit vampire. One true thing, however, was the fact that there was an elder vampire on the loose and one who might destroy the vampire society as she knew it. Lux could not care less about the fate of those who rejected her - Or so she thought-as long as her father and brother were safe. 

She was determined to let them know the result of her investigation and to urge them to leave the vampire society while they still could.  She had to share the information with them as soon as possible, even if that meant she would have to investigate further and bring solid evidence of her theory for them to believe. Lux thought that she could not waste any more time.  She could tell Aurelius about Frederic Roustain having spies on her, about her meeting with Dalmas Stejic, and about the fact that the skull exposed at Francois's mausoleum was of a more recent type of vampire, which at least indicated that it wasn't Roustain's skull. She would talk him through her reasoning in hopes that he would be receptive to what she was saying. 

" And what do I do with Jake? I need to see him again." -She surprised herself by claiming it out loud- " Dumbass, it's dangerous for him. I know he is a hunter, but still... I can't possibly want to bring him to my family..."

She blushed. What would be the reason she would take Jake to meet with her father and brother? She thought it was swift, compared to how things had gone with her late lover; she hadn't even waited as long this time with Jake. She desperately needed him to meet with her family and to have them approve of him. Somehow, it could have a lot to do with Lux feeling that if she did not do it, she was missing something. She would not have the opportunity to do it again. Maybe, deep down, it was the way her heart was telling her that she was falling for Jake, and she was certain he was the right one. How could she be so sure when they did not see the worst of each other?  The redhead bit her bottom lip and furrowed her brows. Yeah, how could she be so sure that Jake was-- wait, why would she even think he was the right one? Sure, they hooked up, they had great chemistry, but wasn't it all just sex? What could possibly attract her to him besides his impressive physique and his addictive blood?

Who was she kidding? Lux enjoyed spending time with him, whether or not they had sex. She loved to be in his arms; she loved it when they cuddled before falling asleep. She loved the way he lightly snored when he was sleeping and the way his chest heaved up and down when he was calm. She loved his sense of humour and genuinely laughed when they were together. She could be herself, without having to change who she was. He embraced it all, the claws and tail and fangs. He embraced her completely.  She also knew that there was a darkness inside him, a pain they never spoke of but was ever present in him. She recognized it because she was the same. He was laid back and cool, but sometimes his face was dark. Sometimes she saw the tears he could not cry anymore on the stigmata worn by his body.  She knew that he was hurting inside, and while she could not fully grasp what exactly was plaguing his soul, she could tell he was in pain. She recognized it because she was the same. 

She bit her thumb and furrowed her brows harder. The vampire wanted to see the human again, and she wanted to find some comfort. Deep down,  Lux wanted to have someone who could comfort her. Yes, she wanted to be comforted. She wanted to have some support because she was exhausted. She felt that she could trust her special human, and he would be there for her. Why did she trust him? She could not find an explanation, but she knew that she trusted him with her life. He embraced her true nature without flinching and seemed to seek her company. So yes, it felt natural for her to seek his company. It felt natural for her to want to see him and to take him to meet her family.  So she grabbed her phone and texted Jake. 

[Text: Puppy] "I want to see you again, puppy. I need to see you TBH. I need your cuddles and to talk. I am in Montana right now, so tell me where you are, and we can meet halfway."

Doya shorts: Little distraction.

Oya braced herself and kicked  Dean's chest. He blocked the hit with his arms and pushed Oya away from him. She then launched herself at him with full force, but he managed to wrap his arms around her waist and throw her above his head, using her speed and strength against her. As soon as the hunter hit the mattress, she snarled and rolled on her side. She got on her knees, fast enough to watch Dean ready to launch a kick in her face. Oya managed to block his foot and move her arms.  She twisted his ankle and threw him on his back. She then quickly stood up and straddled Dean, pinning him to the floor.  He grinned at his wife and managed to free his right arm. The Winchester then wrapped it around her waist. Oya gently stroked his chest and let her hand rest against his cheek. 

"You're still sharp. I like it."

"I can be even sharper if you want." -He teased her- "Are we done training?"

"It depends on what you consider training, dickhead. I think that we can continue. I think we can absolutely continue to have a little bit of fun." 

As she was distracted, Dean took the opportunity to roll them over and switch positions with her. She grinned at him and lifted a brow. The truth was that Oya was no longer in the mood for a fight. In fact, the hunter was still thinking about Jake and their upcoming reunion. Deep down, she was well aware of how distant the brothers were and how reluctant both Dean and Jake were to share their feelings and warm up to each other. They cared for each other; that much was true, but they also did not know how to be different from what their father taught them to be. Both kept to themselves. Both cared deeply for the people they loved and considered family, but words would never be said. Attending one of his concerts should not require Dean to betray his personality, but she still worried that Jake might not want them to hang out with him for a day or two.

Dean noticed that his wife was preoccupied, given the little crease between her eyebrows. He nuzzled her neck and pressed kisses to her soft skin. He did not say anything, but Dean appreciated Oya's love and devotion to the family. He knew she wanted to keep them together and genuinely loved his brothers, Jake, Sam, and Castiel. He loved that she always checked in on them and made the first steps. This way, he would not have to think about it. This way, he could still be casual about it and pretend that it was her idea and desire rather than his own. This way, he would not feel awkward when he sees Jake and would not have to explain that he came because he cared for his brother. He grinned wider and nibbled on her neck again, distracting her from her worries. It worked. It really worked!

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-

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-

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.

Windora trivia: Vampire society in Windora storyline

1. 5 founding fathers (called Founding vampires): En-Sabah Adora, François Roustain, Akhona Ngawa, Fenghua Li, and Stepjan Stejic. 
2. All 5 vampires gathered together and created a small council of Elders. 
3. The council decided to expand, and each founding member sired children, enough to create 5 families: The Adora, the Roustain, the Ngawa, the Li, and the Stejic. 
4. The families were considered equal, but the truth was, the Adora were the most powerful, feared, and revered throughout time. En-Sabah Adora was the first vampire to ever walk the Earth and therefore the most powerful of all. Usually, he was the last one to give his opinion, and his decision was final and the one followed by the rest of the family. After his death, the Adora family retained this level of reverence and power. 
5. After millennia of ruling, the founding vampires all died under various circumstances, but it had been such a long time ago that it's difficult to confirm they are all effectively dead. 
6. Mausoleums were built in their honor, but we do not know what's truly inside, as it's forbidden to destroy the tombs and try to collect the ashes or any remains still existing. 
7. The deaths that can be easily proven because they died in public eyes were those of Ngawa, Li, and Stejic. All three died by exposure to the sun. Ngawa freely walked in after suffering the loss of her firstborn child (which happened to also be her biological child). The loss was too great for her mind to endure, and she committed suicide. Stejic lost his mind -under suspicious circumstances- and nearly threatened to destroy his own family. He was declared unfit to rule anymore and was put in isolation -locked in an empty tower with a rooftop window that could only open through a complex system. He chose to open the window and let the sun burn him to a crisp after so long spent isolated from the rest of his community.  The last one, Li, was actually murdered.  She became so hell-bent on going to war against the other families that, for their own sake, her own family turned on her. They trapped her and publicly executed her through a clever system of windows.
8. The deaths that can't be easily proven because no one saw them were the last two: Roustain and Adora. It was said that Adora buried himself at the bottom of the ocean after he ran a wooden stake through his heart. Only his firstborn witnessed the death and was the one who buried him at the bottom of the ocean, but no one else saw proof that he was dead. Rumours said that he knew he was going mad and was dissatisfied with his condition as a vampire. To prevent a potential genocide of his species, he decided to kill himself. 
9. It was also said that Roustain actually demanded to be decapitated and torn apart by his firstborns. Each parts of his body were buried in different places in the world, but his head is the only "relic" they expose at his mausoleum.  Rumours had it that Roustain was the closest friend of Adora, and upon seeing him go mad due to vampirism, he opted to die in a bid to protect the species.
10. The only remains that are exposed are of Li, Ngawa, and Stejic. There are urns with their ashes in their mausoleums. 
11. There is a skull, said to be of Roustain, in his dedicated Mausoleum.  Lux is the only one who suspects that it's not his real skull but someone else's. 
12. There is nothing in Adora's Mausoleum, and Lux suspects that he isn't dead either.
13. The truth: Roustain isn't dead. He just hasn't made an official comeback yet. 
14. He hated Adora. He wanted to be the most powerful of the species, the one others would look up to. The ones they would fear and they would revere. He hated the power Adora had and the respect across the Vampire society and among their peers. He poisoned Adora and had to flee the council and the vampire society altogether with his firstborns. 
15. François Roustain knew that the poison would take a lot of time to kill Adora, so he bided his time and fell into a deep slumber. He instructed his firstborns to tell a fake story about his demise so he would come out as pious, victorious, and generous. By the time he poisoned Adora, the vampire society was developed enough for the Roustain family to remain despite their leader being dead. 
16. They also survived for so long because Adora didn't tell the truth. Instead, he decided to take his death in stride and prepare his offspring and the vampire society for a new age without the founding vampire. The truth about his death was disguised, and the legend of the benevolent Founding Father was born out of a desire to light the path of his species and to have them focus on protecting each other, even if that meant they would die in the process.

So what we know so far is that: 

1. The Five Founding Vampires are officially dead. 4 effectively are: Li, Ngawa, Adora, Stejic.  1 is actually still alive: Roustain.
2. Frederic isn't aware of the existence of François Roustain. He is obsessed with becoming an Adora and accessing their wealth, their fame, and their status through a marriage to Lux, as well as their power. 
3. Frederic has her followed because he is intrigued by her desire to dig into the vampire mythos and legends. 
4. Lux is the only blood descendant of Adora. Hence, her immense power and her full transformation physique.  She doesn't know it. Aurelius doesn't either.
5. François wants to eradicate the Adora family and become the only ruler of the Vampire society. He would stop at nothing, including starting a war where only the fittest would survive.

Windora: Running away from you

A week after Lux and Jake's second encounter in Atlanta, 

Montana,  Helena, near the St. Helena Cathedral.

Summer was still hot in the USA.  Lux decided to stroll into Montana wearing a long-sleeved short black dress with gold accents. Her hair was braided in one single Dutch braid, and at her feet were a pair of black stilettos.  She was dressed far too elegantly for the day, and her luxurious appearance earned her the curious gaze of the humans who walked past her. She didn't care much about the attention she got, as her mind was filled with chaos. The emergency meeting she was forced to attend five months ago derailed her research. It stopped her from looking further into the vampire Lord, Frederic Roustain, of the Roustain Family. She learned from her regular blood bag that Frederic had her followed, and it both bothered the redhead and intrigued her. Her father shut down any attempt at conversing about his growing paranoïa and kept claiming the same dogma about the Founding Vampires: That they were all dead and had been for millennia.  If she went on a trip, if she was so determined to explore the world and find the graves of the elder vampires, perhaps, she would be able to prove her hypothesis to be true. It wasn't a war with humans that was coming. It was the return of a Founding vampire that was to be feared. 

Still, Lux only had her theories with her. She needed to find actual proof of a Founding Vampire who was still alive. The implications of a Founding Vampire still alive these days were dire because ultimately, they would want to claim back power. However, vampire society had changed over the millennia, and rather than a handful of them holding power, they organized themselves in such a way that everyone could climb the ladder and become a leader through alliances and marriage. A Founding Vampire would disrupt this fragile society, and it would become a bloodbath.  She knew her father's life would be in danger, and she couldn't afford to lose him. It wasn't war with humans she was worried about. It was a war within the vampire society that could happen, and this one would be ruthless. A person was living in Helena who could help her with vampire history and help her narrow down her research. Meeting with him was the only reason that made her set foot in Montana. Another reason was that Lux needed a distraction from Jake. 

Jake... She practically ran away from him, from what he was making her feel. It wasn't a conscious decision, not even a conscious effort, but her body recognized the signs. It recognized the growing affection she had for him. It recognized the insatiable thirst she had for him. It recognized the growing urge to come back to him and be in his arms.  It recognized what her mind didn't, that she was growing attached to her special human and that she was feeling more and more reluctant to leave him.  She forced herself to leave the hotel room early in the morning because she knew that if she didn't go, she would want to stay. She had to leave, because if she didn't, she would not. She would never.  Jake...He distracted her. When she was with you, her issues took a backseat in her mind. He became her priority, not the Founding Vampire, not the vampires following her, and certainly not the vampire society and the endless waltz of suitors who want to force her sire to marry her. 

Jake... Well, she was willing to admit that he was a fantastic lover and she was addicted to him. Upon leaving Atlanta, she realized that she didn't want to try with someone else because she knew they would never be Jake. He was her special human. He was not afraid of her vampire nature, didn't recoil at the sight of her true form, and he desired her. Oh, he desired her, alright, and it was fucking communicative. Lux loved having sex with Jake. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She couldn't stop touching herself; heck, even in the train that took her to Montana, she locked herself in the restroom, allowed her mind to walk back memory lane, and fingered herself to completion. Jake truly was unique in the way he turned her into a cock-addict. Well, she was addicted to his cock, no one else's. She was addicted to him and found herself thinking about fucking him anywhere and anytime she had the opportunity. Yes, she wanted to see him again, and she knew that once her business in Montana was done, she would look for him again. She would text him and ask if she could find him again.  It was decided. 

But sex was something she could willingly admit to wanting with him. Her mind wasn't shy about being needy, and she would gladly admit to her addiction to his body and the way he was fucking her. However, it wasn't all she loved about Jake. It wasn't just his massive dick, his large and burly body, his strong muscles that could manhandle her, or the fact that he was such a good puppy to her. Always obedient, always eager to please her, and so damn good at doing so. No. It wasn't just sex. She was missing the man. She was missing his jokes. She was missing his arms wrapped around her frame. She was missing his kisses on her soft skin, the type of affection and adoration from Jake that put her soul at ease. That's what he did. He put her soul at ease, something in the way he was holding her, the way he was looking at her, or maybe the way he was calling her name..She couldn't really put her finger on it, but there was a connection that went beyond the physical aspect of their relationship, and she was missing it. She was craving it. She was craving him. 

She shook her head as she walked up the stairs to the cathedral. She chewed at her bottom lip and pinched her cheeks twice to focus on what was going to happen next. Before she could knock on the heavy wooden door, it opened, and an elegant man with white hair, red eyes, and a black suit with a blue coat around his shoulders welcomed her. He lifted a brow and took a good look at the vampire before he stepped aside and said in a cavernous voice. 

" You traveled all this way for answers, Miss Adora. I told you on the phone that people outside of the council looking into our history doesn't please the council, but you said you were ready. Shall we begin?"

-TBC- 

Rp splove: Mine: Oya edition

💚 For Oya, Dean feels at home. He is a warm apple pie and a nice cold bottle of beer. He is the comfort after the effort, the icing on the cake, the warm blanket wrapped around her frame when she’s exhausted, sick, or upset. Dean feels at home. He is her home. She finds comfort in his arms. She finds respite and safety in his arms. She finds peace. He is her peace. 

For Oya, Dean is hers to please. She knows how to help him unwind and relax. She knows how to make him drop the savior persona so he can just be him. She takes charge, she tells him what to do. She caters to their needs. Dean is hers to play with like putty in her hand and she would be damned if someone else wanted to do it. They wouldn’t understand his needs like she does. They would want him to act like a savior and a dominant when Oya knows he just wants to let her decide for them both. He wants to let her be in charge, so he doesn’t have to do it there, either. He’s the submissive to her dominant side, and no one can match that.

DOYA: in the dark of our room.

"Do you remember their voices?"

Oya's voice broke the silence that had settled in their motel room. She couldn't sleep and had been twisting and turning on their bed for a while before she decided that it would be best if she stayed awake a little longer. She pulled the sheets off of her and shifted on the bed so she could lie her feet flat on the floor.  Her hair was cascading down her back and spilled a bit around her waist and lap. Dean was not sleeping; as a matter of fact, he only kept his eyes shut for a while to get some rest, but was never able to fall into a deep sleep. So he turned on the light and rolled on his side to look at his wife's back. What was she talking about? It was too vague for him to answer, as she could be referring to anyone, dead or alive. This job was one of the most ungrateful ones. It was thankless, restless, and never-ending. Hunters died left and right. Family.... Maybe she was referring to family.  He cleared his throat and answered Oya's question.

"Whose voice, O?" - That sounded like the most sensible thing to say at the moment, so he said it.-

"Your parents'.  Do you remember what your parents sounded like? I have been dreading this day for years, and it's finally happened, babe. I no longer remember the voices of my parents. I don't know my brother's..." -She bit back a sob.-

Guilt. She was feeling guilty, and he could tell because it was lacing her voice and strangling it. Dean was familiar with this feeling, maybe so much so that it became a second skin to him. Every decision he made, from sacrificing himself to save his brother to sacrificing himself to save the world, was made because of guilt. It fueled his heart during fights, motivated him to go above and beyond to repay a cosmic debt he believed he owed the universe. He didn't save his mother. He didn't save his father.  He didn't save Charlie. He didn't even save his own brother from being possessed by the devil. The world? Well, that he managed to save, and more than once at that! But the people he loved? Those he cared about? No. These people died gruesome deaths either because they wanted to save him or because he didn't arrive on time to stop it. Guilt was nothing but a life companion at this point, so he could recognize it in others. He could see it in Oya. 

She lost her family to a monster she failed to recognize and kill. She told him that he possessed the body of her brother, and she was unable to detect its presence until it was too late, and it killed her mother. That night, she lost both and her father followed suit when cancer took over him.  Her former fiancé, who remained a friend of the family after their breakup, also fell prey to a demon and died a couple of weeks later after that night. She had to kill him with her bare hands, a man she used to love and had known most of her life. Guilt had followed her since then, reminding Oya of how much of a failure she was for not noticing sooner. That thought somehow stayed at the back of her head since she met Dean and the two made a life together, but he knew that it came back. Her nightmares were focused on her family again. Her sleep was restless, and she was more irritated than usual. Dean also remembered that they were getting closer to the anniversary of their deaths, which, of course, opened old wounds in his wife's heart. 

"I... remember dad's voice, but only because he's been around for a long time in my life, and his voice is--- he taught Sammy and me how to be hunters. His life lessons are burned into my skull at this point. I can't forget it. Mom's voice.." -He cleared his throat and sat on the bed, his back leaning into the bed headrest- "Mom's voice I can't remember. She died when I was way too young. I don't remember what she sounds like. I can still see her face and her hair, but I don't...know anymore. I can't be sure. "

"Does that make you feel guilty not to remember her? I feel like I'm killing them twice..." -She admitted, her voice cracked and she put her face into her hands- "I feel like I'm an awful daughter for not remembering how they sounded... I'm.."

"Shhhhh... You know it's not true." He quickly moved and sat next to her. "Oya! Look at me." -She tentatively lifted her head so her hazel eyes could stare at Dean's green ones. His large hand cupped his wife's cheek, and he noticed it was wet from the tears she was crying- "Oya.. Hey.. You're not awful. I know that it happens... we tend to forget things, faces, voices.. It sucks but it happens." -He pressed a kiss to her forehead- "That doesn't mean you're awful for that. You always try to honor their memories. You still remember who they were as people. You still know who they were." -It elicited a sob from Oya, who gently leaned into his touch and put both hands around his wrist-

"I'm sorry, Dean. I know you were trying to sleep, but I wanted to pray to my parents and brother since their anniversary is getting closer. I wanted to remember their voices, but I got nothing." -She sobbed harder, her tears fell onto Dean's hand, and he looked at her with an intense gaze. How he hated to see Oya cry! How he hated to see her in pain and being unable to soothe it. 

"I know." -Was all he could say and repeat while he pulled her into a tight hug.- "You have nothing to apologise for. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry." -He repeated while his left hand slid into her thick mane so he could pet it.-

Oya kept crying. She wrapped her arms around his waist so she could lean her cheek against his chest. She would have preferred to have a nightmare that night. At least they knew how to deal with them.  At least her body was used to it.  To be unable to remember a loved one was distressing to her, and he knew all too well that feeling. There was nothing to be done but to let her cry her soul out while he was petting her hair, in hopes it would bring her some comfort. The fact that he held onto him, crying on his chest, indicated that it was working. It was what she needed. It was the least he could do. Perhaps even the best in that circumstance, but at least he was here for her, and Oya knew it. Oya knew it! 

-TBC-

WINDORA: Frustration

"I have to go, Red."

The rich voice of Lux's lover echoed through the bedroom. She met a handsome man at a gala, a brunette with green eyes, who promised her a fantastic night. At first skeptical, the redhead decided to give him a chance because he assured the vampire that he would deliver on his promises. His kisses were nice, not enough to make her legs wobble, but still nice. Unfortunately, everything else that came from that man's mouth was nothing but empty words that left a bitter taste in her mouth.  She rolled on her side and watched the splendid man slip into his vest.  He waved at Lux and walked out of the bedroom. How could one boast so much about being an excellent lover only to be a disappointment in bed? He didn't have stamina; he couldn't even give her ten minutes! He couldn't make it last longer with the use of his fingers and mouth on her! She realized that despite his decent size, he didn't know what to do with his length. Didn't know how to use it, didn't know how to make her feel him. No! All she had was a two-minute man who at least knew where to thrust his cock but didn't know anything else. How could he boast about being an excellent lover? How could he dare?  

"It's fine.... Leave!" -She groaned and rolled on her back. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, and she put her hand on her belly.-

What a dread this month had been for her! No matter who she picked, she ended up with either boring and not involved in their lovemaking, or eager but unable to keep up with her. One went limp from the moment she asked for them to go harder. Another apologized because he couldn't bring himself to spank her ass. All the beautiful women she pulled were either very timid or unwilling to switch. Neither of them was able to bring her over the edge. She did not cum. Not once! That frustration started to build up inside her, and her mind started to be plagued with the face of Jake when she had sex. When she made them grunt and groan, it was Jake's voice she heard. When they said "Madam", she remembered his face when he gave in to her. When they came hard - She made it a point to always make them cum-, she imagined that their slick was Jake's but always was she forced back to reality when she tasted their blood. None of them were Jake's. None of them made her lose her mind and crave their taste. Enough! Enough! 

"Fucking hell! Puppy! What did you do to me? "

She groaned loudly and hit the mattress with her fist. Before Jake, she wouldn't have complained about the lack of good sex in this century. She had resigned herself to enduring this sexual purgatory. Since meeting Jake, it became harder for her to pretend that she didn't care. She wanted more, and the frustration in her loins was too big to ignore this time.  The redhead scrunched her face up, grumpy as she was about the ordeal of the night. The vampire spread her legs, and her hand nonchalantly traveled down her soft belly and brushed over her folds. She bit her bottom lip, and her fingers explored her wet, puffy folds. She loved the sensation of her engorged lips and poking clit against her firm and small fingers. She loved the sensation of her soft, velvety little lips and shivered at her own touch. Lux's pussy was beautiful, smooth and puffy, with pink little lips and a tight little entrance.  A true lover, a genuine pussy connoisseur would have loved it properly. A true lover, like Jake, would have licked it; his large, raspy tongue would have lapped up her juices. Unf.. Jake's big tongue. The thought made her quiver and moan. 

Lux's fingers mimicked Jake's tongue. She spread her soaked lips with practiced pressure, her middle finger sliding up and down her slit, pressing a little harder on her clit. It made her draw in a breath as she imagined her big burly man eagerly attending to her eager and wet pussy. She remembered how good it felt when he fucked her with his tongue, when he lavished her pussy with his affection and licked her slick off of her. The thought made her groan, and she curled her toes. Her thighs pressed against her hand, but she forced them back open. "Keep those legs open, Lux...Keep them open for Jake." She was panting, her fingers resumed rubbing her folds for a moment before she slapped her wet pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet already! So messy! For what? For Jake?" She blushed and removed her hand from her folds. No! No!.. She wasn't seriously masturbating like that because of that human? She wouldn't meet him again! How could his face be the one she thought of when jerking off? Why was he back in her mind? Raaah! Frustrated and flustered, it made her hiss and her fangs protruded again.  She couldn't stop, not when she was hot and bothered like that! Not when she needed to cum as hard as she was. 

So the vampire hissed and rolled on her front. She groaned and slowly propped herself up on her knees.  She arched her back, so her ass would be up and spread her legs to have access to her pussy. Then, once settled, the redhead resumed using her hands on her pussy. She imagined Jake kneeling behind her, rubbing his fat cock through her folds. His hands grabbed her waist, his fingers digging harder into her soft flesh with the intent to bruise her. Lux whimpered; the overstimulation of her soft folds and entrance was driving her crazy. She imagined Jake's fat precum-beaded crown going through her folds, brushing against her sensitive clit and making her legs wobble at that touch. She wanted that cock inside her. She needed him to stretch her tight little cunt with his fat and heavy dick. She knew he would want her to lose her mind on him, to beg for his cock, to beg for him to ruin her like only he could. She could feel it, the way her pussy was quivering, pulsating against nothing as it needed to be filled.  "Fucking clenching around nothing! Raaaah!!! I fucking need Jake! I need him! His big cock, I need it inside me." She moaned, eyes closed, some of her hair almost preventing her from breathing properly as it spilled onto her face. 

She imagined him just rubbing against her, the same way she was rubbing her own slit. She could feel her puffy lips begging for more. She could feel her slickness soak her fingers and run down her thigh. She didn't stop teasing her folds, rubbing her clit as she imagined Jake do it for her. Lux shifted her position. slightly leaned on her right shoulder, and slid her right hand between her legs while her left arm was free to move as she pleased. She used it to spank her bubbly ass and felt it jiggle with force. It made her groan and she spanked her ass again, turning her cheek redder. "Fuck! Jake! I love when your big hand spank my ass like that. I love it when you own it. When you own that big ass of mine. When you sink your fucking fingers into it and make me fucking feel you! Haaaannn!!! Haaaan!! I need it. I need you!" She yelled, rubbing herself faster. Her feet hit the mattress, one after the other, but she was relentless in her actions. She kept playing with her pussy, rubbing her folds fast and hard and pushing on her clit with each passing of her hand. Her first orgasm hit her lightly.  She soaked her hand with her squirt and rolled her eyes further into her skull. It felt so good! It made her shake and fall flat on her stomach.  She rolled on her back and ran her soaked hand up to her breasts. She rested her hand there, panting and staring at the ceiling. 

How did he do it? How did Jake do it to make her crave his touch? She met him once! Only once and already no other lover made her pussy quiver like that. She imagined Jake at the edge of the bed, staring at her with his big, lovely grin on his face. He was handsome, warm... Sunny! His warmth was something she was missing. His strong arm wrapped around her frame, his warm breath against her neck, and his kisses. She was missing his kisses. Lux could feel tears well up at the corner of her eyes, and she knew that it was because she was missing Jake. Yes! Missing! Not just craving but missing that human. Her special human.  Still, as her chest heaved up and down, she felt another shiver go down her spine. She wasn't done yet. She wanted more. Her soaked hand, now cold from her juices, slowly traveled back between her legs. She resumed rubbing herself, still sensitive but still wet. "Look at you, Lux, still fucking wet for Jake. Still fucking needy for him! You want that, don't you? You want that big fat cock to spread your lips and fill you up, don't you? Haaan... You want to become his little cocksleeve again, don't you?" She nodded, responding to her own questions while her other hand squeezed her breast. She whimpered, her legs wide open as she imagined Jake on top of her now. 

"You fucking vampire slut! Look at you begging for that big human cock!" -She groaned, suddenly slipping three fingers inside her to mimick the sudden thrust of Jake's cock inside her.-

The stretch was brutal, not quite the same as when it was Jake who did it, but brutal nonetheless. It was the kind of stretch that left no room to think, no room to fill as her soft velvety walls and lips were tightly hugging his cock. It was the kind of stretch that made her scream his name "Jake! Fuck!". The kind of stretch that made her eyes roll into her skull. She was filled with her fingers, unable to bottom out like his thick cock would. Unable to feel the veins of his cock brush against her walls until she was wide open around his cock, filled, with his heat radiating inside her like he was branding her.  She was unable to feel his hot breath and his grunt at the sensation of her pussy milking his cock for all it was worth. No! Her hands were not enough, and she knew it, but she would do with what she had and fill in the gaps with her memories of Jake. Jake was too much, too big, too intense for her, and yet she still wanted more from him. She was craving the way he fucked her, intense, hard..stretched to her limits as he started to pound into her. Jake hands were holding onto her waist, keeping her in place while he was fucking her with a bruising force. He wanted to brand her with his cock, with his cum even. He wanted to make her his, and she welcomed it. In reality her fingers were mercilessly pounding into her, hitting nerves inside her sloppy cunt. The fingers of her left hand were pulling on her nipple as she fingered herself hard. 

The sounds her pussy made, were turning her on. "Split me open, Sir! Split that fucking pussy open! Haaan!! Haaan!! I don't want to think anymore!" She groaned. The room was now hot, and the air was thick with her arousal. It was smelling like sex -at long last!-, like sweat and the wet sounds of her pussy being fingered by the vampire was driving her crazy. Her long, pointy ears fluttered, and she bucked her hips, eager to meet her hand. She imagined Jake going faster, his hands moving from her waist to her thighs. She imagined him pressing his whole weight onto her, locking her in a position she couldn't escape from. Lux imagined him pinning her to the mattress, taking the vampire in that "mating press" position that elicited moans and whimpers from her. Her toes curled, in real life she was assuming the same position, her pussy spread open, her fingers squeezed tightly by her walls. Her left hand released her nipple, and she wrapped her left arm around her leg, so her fingers could spread her big lips to help her finger herself more. It was so lewd, so hot, to almost be folded like a pretzel in an attempt to make herself cum while she couldn't help but think of Jake and his big brutish hands putting her in whatever position he wanted to. She wanted to feel stuffed, so she added a fourth finger. 

That one made her whimper loudly, and she could only pump the four of them a couple of times before she pulled the fourth one away. "Too fucking tight!" She fake-complained. Her toes curled. "But you're made for Jake's cock! You're made for him, like the perfect little cocksleeve you are! Fuck!!! Shit! Sir! Shit! Fuck me like that!" She suddenly pulled her hands off of her slit to slap her puffy lips. "You're so needy! so fucking needy, Lux! Haaaann! You want that fat cock! You want it to stretch you open and seal you shut! You want him deep inside you! Haaaan!! Yes! Yes! Yes I fucking want it!" She ran that juice-soaked hand through her red hair and put it back on her pussy. She was hot, her cheeks were red, and her face was messed up. She was on the edge and could feel her whole body shaking. It was only a matter of minutes now, given the familiar knot in her loins, Lux knew she was about to cum.  So her fingers spread open her pussy. "Come back in... Please.. Please Jake! Fill me up again! Fill me--Aaaahhh!" She screamed again as two fingers slid back into her tight cunt. She quickly added the first one and resumed pumping in and out of her warm hole. Lux was delirious by now; she was still imagining kissing Jake, their tongues dancing together while he was taking her hard and fast.  She kept the hard and fast pace, before her imagination had Jake break the kiss and press his face against her shoulder. he kissed her skin there, and his shoulder pressed against her mouth. She couldn't handle it.. No! She couldn't! She had to bite him. She had to drink his blood while he was deep inside her. The memory of that blood hit her back. 

It was too much for her. Too much to handle and she squirted her juices on her hand, the sheets, her thighs..  She pulled her hand from her cunt and held onto the sheets she ended up tearing off.  Her body squirmed, and Lux cried those bloody tears. She cursed and rolled on her side. She cursed again and hit the mattress. Fuck! She was both happy and angry because the real Jake wasn't there. How could he be far away from her? Why did she /care/ about him?  Lux felt vulnerable, empty, and needy. She needed Jake. Those people she fucked in between had nothing on Jake. They frustrated her so much because they weren't Jake. They couldn't give her what he did. They couldn't fuck her like he did. What was the point in seeing other people if they all brought Jake back to the forefront of her mind? She noticed she had drooled as it was now soaking the sheet pressed to her cheek. She enjoyed herself and still felt the electric shock in her spine as well as a growing frustration. She couldn't come back to him. He wouldn't want to see her again. She wouldn't want to find him again -Lie! fucking Lie-. What a shame! What a fucking shame! 

-TBC-