CHAPTER 4

The team was silent as Derrik drove the team to the hotel. Agent Reid broke the silence, "So, Hotch, what was that she gave you?"

"Business card." He said distractedly as he handed the card to Reid. It was glossy black; in red script it read: 'Fangtasia the bar with bite'. Printed in the lower corners were an address and phone number. Turning it over he read out loud, "FBI – BAU admit 7. Magan"

Getting down to business, Agent Hotchner began, "When we get to the hotel take an hour to get settled in, and then meet down in the lobby. We'll go get dinner and plan what to do."

They drove along in tense silence for a bit before Agent Prentiss broke it – asking, "Anyone else wonder about her?"

"Who …" JJ asked, "Ms. Nordhast?"

"Isn't anyone else even a little bit curious about why she looks the way she does, or how she knows those Winchester boys? I know I am for one."

Morgan countered, "No, I'm wondering about these other supernatural beings. I guess when the vamps came out I should have thought there might be other things out there – it just didn't cross my mind."

Rossi changed the subject back to the Sherriff's mate. "She is interesting – be hard to profile her though. She may be human, but I'm betting she's spent a lot of time with vampires. If she has a position in that society then she has to have picked up some of their traits – and we don't know the rules."

"You are right." Reid agreed, "I, however, would like to talk to one of those Ancient vampires. Can you imagine some of the things they've lived through or have seen?"

Hotch interrupted, "As interesting as it may be to speculate on Ms. Nordhast or these other supernaturals, we need to concentrate on the reason we are here. That reason being, to find out something about how vampires think so that we can profile the newest members to society."

"Maybe", Rossi countered "but if this is some other type of being I don't see how learning more about vampires is going to help in the case. Besides, finding more out about Ms. Nordhast may help us learn more about the differences between how vampires think and make decisions versus how humans do."

"The job is more than I have told all of you so far. The Director has wanted to be able to start profiling vampires since soon after they came out. Unfortunately, they are incredibly secretive. This is the first real opportunity we have gotten to do so; even if we don't need it for this case – we are still under orders to find out as much as we can about them."

The car went silent as everyone contemplated the implications of what Agent Hotchner had just revealed; and soon they pulled into the hotel parking lot.

Although she normally used the back entrance, tonight Magan entered through the front door of Fangtasia. She needed to check a few things with Pam before greeting Erik. As usual for this early in the night, the tall blonde was at the door checking ID's. When she saw Magan, she quickly drawled, "He is in the office with a meal." She didn't need to specify just who 'He' was.

Not surprised, Magan nodded before stating, "Very well. There will be seven FBI agents here at 11:30 to meet with Erik and I; who's going to be on door duty at that time?"

"That would be Jessica." Pam confirmed.

Magan made her way to the pair of throne-like chairs on the dais and sat down in the newer of the two. She then surveyed the room until she found Jessica playing the slutty schoolgirl vampire for a pair of fang bangers. Raising one hand, she summoned the young vampire to her, when the girl stood in front of her she stated, "We will be visited by a group of seven FBI profilers tonight at 11:30." She gestured to a large table just to the side of the dais. "Set that table up as reserved for them. When they get here, seat them at it and bring them a round of drinks. I told them to bypass the line and go straight to you. They have a card which they are supposed to give to you." She smiled a little half smile before continuing, "They are going to have no idea what to expect in here. When they first approach you, run out your fangs – may as well introduce them to the idea this is a different world than the one they are used to early."

Jessica answered with a little smirk, "Yes Mistress."

Magan smiled at her and motioned to one of the smaller chairs flanking the thrones. "Please … sit … join me."

Looking pleased, Jessica hurried to do Magan's bidding. After she had seated herself, Magan asked her, "So how are things going with Wolfram? Are you happy with your new situation? And are you learning now everything that you need to for your new life?"

Jessica gushed, "Oh yes … thank you for suggesting to Erik it might be best if I was removed from Bill's care and placed in Wolf's."

"It seemed the best way to put an end to several problems at the time. I'm glad everything worked out for you …"

"Elise is even helping me find a way to resolve my … intimacy issues."

"It was criminal of the Magister not to check that detail before you were turned." Magan then changed the course of the discussion, " Tell me, do you know if Wolf or any of the others are planning on coming in tonight?"

"I don't think so … well at least none of them mentioned anything to me."

Magan nodded "Okay, thank you." Changing the subject again she asked, "Are they your meal tonight?"

Jessica glanced at the pair of fangbangers and smiled faintly, "Probably, I go on duty at 10:00."

"Then you best get back to what you were doing."

Jessica got up then and returned to what she had been doing before she was summoned.

Inside her head Magan then heard. Do you care to join me downstairs, My Lover? I have finished my snack …

I'll see you there … the profilers should be here at 11:30, are you going to still need to feed? I can bring you someone.

No … I will get someone later.

Magan rose and proceeded thru the door to the back. In the hallway, she passed a tall buxom blonde sporting a fresh bitemark. Pausing at a heavy iron door, she unlocked and opened it – then walked down a set of stairs to a spacious living area. When she heard a click from the door closing at the top of the stairs, she turned around just as Erik seemingly materialized. Erik embraced her and she felt the physical proof of his desire for her grow between them. "I missed you when I arose My Lover." Erik whispered in her ear, and then seized her mouth with his. She returned his kiss, running her tongue down one fang and slicing it open to allow him a taste of her blood. "I want you now … here …" I groaned as I picked her up and slammed her against the wall I n my haste.

"Oh … yes … I had hoped you did." She cried into my mouth as she reached to undo my pants.

I unzipped her dress – she was getting tired of replacing them when I ripped them off – as I trailed kisses down to her neck: while in the meantime pulling the top of her dress down around her waist, unhooking and removing her lacy bra in the same movement and causing her to shiver in anticipation. Reaching under her skirt I tore off her underwear in one smooth fluid practiced movement – leaving her garter belt and stockings in place. Placing my fingers between her folds I smiled when I found her wet and ready for me. Whispering in her ear, I gloated, "Your body knows you are mine – it welcomes me Lover."

"Always My Viking … always." She conceded, sucking in her breath and moaning as I began to caress her quivering nub. I carefully broke the skin over her carotid, allowing the resulting blood to run in twin rivulets between her exposed breasts. Lifting her so that she could wrap her legs around my waist, I bent my head to the twin globes, I lapped up the blood between them – making my way up to the wound on her neck and closing it. Sitting her down on the back of a chair, I slid between her legs and replaced my fingers with my tongue.

"Oh damn Erik … gods … that's sooo good … yes …yes … please more …" She called out as she writhed under my ministrations. Swiftly I ran my hands under her ass, pulling her slightly toward me to gain better access. I continued licking and nipping at her core as she moaned and urged me on. Through the bond between us I felt her lust and excitement, and allowed it push mine to match hers – and keeping her teetering on the brink of release. "Erik … fuck me now … please …" she begged me.

I scraped my fangs over her femoral artery as I pulled back, causing her to release a frustrated scream. "No … fuck … do me now … oh, oh … oh My Love."

Quickly standing, I used my free arm to pull her to me as she wrapped her legs around me. I teased her neck with light nips, careful not to break the skin. Placing both hands on her hips, I nuzzled her ear and questioned, "What do you want?"

"Fuck me … bite me." She insisted.

"I'm not feeding from you till later tonight, after our guests are here."

"I said bite – not feed." She told me as she reached down to take a hold of my cock with one hand while massaging my balls with the other. I felt her mind push into mine. She does not do so often anymore – not since I learned to block her, but I wanted her as much or more than she wanted me right now so I allowed her lust to spill over into me. As it flooded in I lifted her up and buried myself within her body. Repeatedly I lifted her and impaled her; gyrating and twisting my hips against hers – forcing her into a mindless crazed joining. When I felt she was pushed as far as I could push her, I buried myself as deep as I could inside of her and bit deep into her breast above her heart as she screamed out her ecstasy. As I felt her orgasm-tinged blood hit the back of my throat, it triggered my own. After a brief drink, I released my bite and licked at the wounds. While I was healing them, I carried her into the bedroom –scattering the rest of our clothing as I went.

Gently I lay her on the bed and joined her. Neither of us was sated, but with the initial surge of lust burned out the bond between us opened into the deeper passion and love that I had never allowed out before her. This time we concentrated on exploring and slowly teasing each other. She ran one of her hands alone the side if my face, swiftly slicing one finger open along the side of a fang, running it seductively over my lips as she had the first night we met, though this time she left it resting on my lower lip when she finished – allowing me to lick and then gently suck on the tip until the wound closed. While it healed, she slid down and took most of me into her mouth. I lay back and relaxed into the sensations – fantasizing about how I would reward her.