Title: Generation Next- Chapter One
Characters: Next Generation Black Dagger; Mostly Wrath Junior and (AU) Ilena; John Matthew & Xhexandria's daughter
Rating: MA= Mature Audience
Spoilers: Follows The King
I do not own these marvelous characters- that distinction belongs to J. R. Ward and Penguin Books. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement is intended. I am simply one who worships at the alter of Ms. Ward.
This story will be AU, as it takes place long after current time for the books. However, my desire will be to stay as true to the established characters as I can.
Warning- Some may consider this story incestuous. Technically, John is a reincarnated Darius, who is Beth's father. I'm not sure exactly what that would make Wrath Jr. and J.W.'s daughter- aunt and nephew? But I simply don't care! John & Xhex are my OTP of all time, and I love the idea of the heir apparent to the Vampire world coming together with a one-quarter symphath. Won't that REALLY knock the socks off the Glymera!
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Ilena
"Saturnine Ruby for your thoughts," Nalla teased as she nudged Wrath in the side. It was an old joke. From a time when Wrath would steal his mother's wedding ring to propose to Nalla. At the tender age of seven, he was certain that Nalla would someday be his queen. She was the only girl he could ever imagine sharing his Oreos with.
The quip almost brought a smile to his face… almost. He was simply too focused on the two people across the room to give his old friend the attention she deserved. Any time he was within thirty feet of her, he could feel the magnetic shift through his body. She was polar north, and he was a homing pigeon.
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Ilena punched out in quick rapid succession; right, left another quick right. She imagined P.'s face on the bag. She could feel him across the room; surveying his little kingdom with his queen at his side. Or would that be his princess? Wrath had gone through his transition just three months ago. Overnight he'd gone from shopping in the Sears Junior section to rocking out Ed Hardy Big and Tall. Nalla had been called in to give him the lifesaving blood which allowed his body to put on over a hundred pounds of bone and muscle mass in the course of an evening. She had known that Nalla would be the one called in. Having already gone through the transition three years ago, and with her nearly pure, aristocratic blood, she was the perfect choice to see the future king through that perilous night. That didn't make the knowledge sting any less.
"Focus Ilena!" Warr shouted. "My little sister could block those punches."
"You don't have a little sister," Ilena ground out between her clenched teeth as she put all her weight behind her punches… all ninety-five pounds. Five foot- two inches; ninety-five pounds. In a world full of Giants, she was the leprechaun. She hated the fact that she was so small. Her father was huge. Her mother was tall and muscular. She was a mean-ass, take no prisoners symphath assassin. Not that her mother had any idea all that Ilena knew about her past, and her present "jobs". You just didn't live in a house, no matter how big, with ten warrior vampires and their various spouses, and not learn things. She was proud of the fact that when the brothers talked about her mom it was with some deference to her abilities and a deep abiding desire not to find their way onto her shit list. Ilena wanted to be a straight up killer like her mom and dad. The lessening society had taken too many of their people already. And now P would go out there and face them. He'd be out fighting, and Nalla would keep the home fires burning. Wasn't that just too perfect? Ilena gave three more quick punches and then a round house kick that almost nailed Warr as well as the bag.
"That's better," he encouraged. "Now I'm waking up. I might even need to use my other arm if you'd level off those punches and aim for a spot that mattered."
"You mean like HERE," Ilena grunted as she kicked out at the bottom of the weighted bag again, so that it slammed into Warr's thighs. Any shorter and the vampire would have been singing soprano for the rest of the day.
"Good one LaLa," Nalla shouted across the huge training room.
"Yeah, good one LaLa," Warr mocked from his hunched position, continuing to protect his recently assaulted lower region, while using the nick name he knew drove Ilena crazy.
"Grrr…" Ilena growled out as she stomped toward the showers. But, not before throwing her gloves at Warr's head and shooting an evil eye in Nalla's general direction. She hated that nickname. Of course, no less than P. hated his.
Nalla, Wrath, and Ilena had grown up together in the mansion. Along with Qhuinn, Blaylock and Layla's daughter, Kalila; Butch and Marissa's son, Vishous Jr., or V.J.; and Warr, Rhage and Mary's adopted son. Much to her mother's horror, when she was five Ilena went through a Princess phase. She wanted Disney princesses on every dress, shirt, bow and shoe, or she refused to wear them. Not to mention walls, bedding, and backpacks. Wrath Jr. was ten at the time, and Ilena became fascinated with the idea that he was a real prince. She began to call him Prince Wrath, which she later shortened to Prince. This eventually caught on, and was shortened once again to P. In retaliation for the name he thought of as silly, and embarrassing, Wrath had begun to call her LaLa; a name which stuck as well. Of course, she hadn't realized it was meant to be insulting until many years later.
Ilena stomped into the girls shower area. The facilities had been modified many years ago to accommodate both the warriors and soldiers who trained here, and the woman who lived here and needed a place to keep in shape. Throwing herself into one of the comfortable lounge chairs, she groaned up at the ceiling. Closing her eyes, Ilena imagined climbing onto Warr's Shovelhead and roaring down the drive to someplace, anyplace, where there were no princes or future queens. What she really wanted was to be back in that darkened room. Just him, and her, and his hands, lips, and fangs moving against her skin.
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Wrath
"Saturnine Ruby for your thoughts," Nalla teased as she nudged Wrath in the side. It was an old joke. From a time when Wrath would steal his mother's wedding ring to propose to Nalla. At the tender age of seven, he was certain that Nalla would someday be his queen. She was the only girl he could ever imagine sharing his Oreos with.
The quip almost brought a smile to his face… almost. He was simply too focused on the two people across the room to give his old friend the attention she deserved. Any time he was within thirty feet of her, he could feel the magnetic shift through his body. She was polar north, and he was a homing pigeon.
He hated seeing another guys hand on her. Even one of his best friends… especially one of his best friends; his brothers. If he didn't know with absolute certainty that Warr would never cross that line with Ilena, nothing could have kept his ass planted on these bleachers. He'd have ripped the guy's arms off by now. As it was, Wrath could feel the aggression rolling off him.
"You need to chill P.," Nalla hissed next to him. Despite growing up with Warr and later V.J. to buddy around with, Nalla had always been Wrath's best friend, his confidant. While he hadn't had a chance, or maybe the nerve to talk to her about it yet, she intuitively recognized the shift in his feelings for Illy, which was the name she preferred.
For almost twenty years, Ilena, or Illy, had been just another of his "cousins". Though they actually shared blood, unlike him and Nalla, she was no more or less a part of his family. Then, the transition hit. Bella had been brought in to serve his blood needs. It had been grueling and painful. Through most of it, he wasn't sure he'd make it. He'd seen the fear in his mother's eyes and in the stiff, hard edges of his father's stoic face. Somehow, he'd survived. Much later, he'd awoken in the darkness to hear a rustling in his room. There was a scent in the air like the sweetest ambrosia. Instinct had him grabbing out and dragging the warm smooth body up next to his. His erection throbbed. This was what he'd waited on… what all the locker room talk and speculation had been about. The blood surged through his new warrior body and prepared to take full advantage of all of its new needs; blood and sex. Generation upon generation of his kindred had gone through this same ritual; living the first twenty to twenty-five years as a eunuch. Stuck in a body that wasn't fully functional. Suddenly, his body was roaring to life, and he had to be inside this female now!
His hands moved jerkily against smooth skin. He was having difficulty controlling his new, bigger limbs, but his body seemed to move mostly on instinct. His lips pressed against a soft cheek, then down to the long line of a neck. He could feel the blood rush through the vein just under the skin. His hand cupped a small, tight breast that was barely a hand full. The nipple was a tight bud pressed into his palm. His leg wrapped around another, much smaller and smoother than his own. Between those legs… paradise waited.
"Yes, mmm... don't stop!" she moaned.
Wrath froze. It couldn't be. That wasn't Nalla, or a chosen. That was… Ilena? WHAT THE FUCK?
Wrath shoved out and up; pushing her away as well as himself up off the bed. His hand shot out and switch on the bedside lamp. The quick change in illumination nearly blinded his newly transitioned eyes.
"Illy. What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled. He pulled the discarded duvet from the floor to cover his nakedness.
"I just wanted to be sure you were okay," she muttered as she pulled a sheet up around her newly exposed body. In a matter of moments he'd practically had her completely undressed. And, she had not been fighting him. "I mean they said you were," she stammered. "I just needed to see for myself."
She pulled at her clothing under the sheet; pulling everything back into place. It took everything he had not to grab out and stop her. To keep from re-exposing every inch of that supple, young flesh.
"Yeah, well you should have just like… like called or something," he glowered. "I didn't know it was you. I'm not… you know I… I didn't know it was you." Ilena. Fuck. He'd nearly molested little Ilena. He could just see the look on his Uncle John's face as he explained that one. Yeah- no- murder didn't quite cover it. And Aunt Xhex? Yeah… that was a place he couldn't go even in the hypothetical. Forget the blades; she could fuck him up from the inside out. She'd just pop the top off some little traps in his brain and send him straight into crazy land. One way ticket, do not pass go, do not collect $200.
"Yeah, I know," she acknowledged with a look of pure anguish. "I was just- it was the transition. I got it… I mean, I know. I was just… you know… checking, and… you know it looks like you're fine!" Her eyes darted down to where he'd bunched the fabric to cover his huge erection. "Yeah… ummmm… great. So, you know… I'll just go." Ilena continued to stammer as she backed off the bed and towards the door. Her normally flawless white complexion turning a deep rose.
"Illy, wait," he reached out, barely missing her hand as she made her escape into the hallway. "Wait," he sighed as his hand and head dropped. Fuck him.
"Good one LaLa," Nalla's shout right next to him brought him back to the present. Illy was just finishing up her training across the room, and she looked pissed. Like that was new. Ilena, bringer of light, was always pissed. She lived her life in a seeming constant state of agitation.
Warr's chuckle echoed out across the large area. Wrath hopped up and lumbered out to the center of the mats. "You ready for some real training now?" he barked.
"Bring it," Warr stalked over, a twinkle in his eye. You would never know he was Hollywood's adopted kid! The guy was pure sex. Not that Wrath went that way, but man, you'd have to be an idiot not to see the way the girls looked at him. He moved like a predator; five years out of his transition. At six feet- seven, two-hundred, sixty pounds, he and Wrath were now about eye-to-eye, but had Wrath beat by at least thirty pounds of muscle mass.
While Warr hadn't joined their happy family until about six months after Wrath Jr. had been born, he was already three years old when Rhage and Mary adopted him. Orphaned by a car accident, He'd been brought to the attention of the King. His father had been a direct descendent of a warrior. It was only because his mother had been a commoner that he wasn't immediately swooped up by one of the first families. Rhage and Mary had been ecstatic. He was the answer to a dream. You could never meet a kid who was more unconditionally loved, and Warr lived his life like he knew it. It was rare to find him without a smile on his face. How he and Ilena had become so close was one of life's great mysteries.
"I'll bring it old man," Wrath smirked. "Just make sure those brittle bones of yours don't snap when I bend you like a pretzel." Warr roared with laughter, which was immediately followed by the sound of nearly six hundred pounds of vampire flesh slamming together. What was a little blood and bone breakage between friends?!
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This is my first attempt at an ongoing fiction in a very long time. I know there are errors. I lost track of my BETA reader. If you have a passion for BDB, and you'd like to help me out, PM me please. Thanks!
I hope you enjoy!
