Sorry for the long update for this story. Writers block took over for a while. Anyway as everyone knows I own nothing of Star Trek. Please review at the end! I want to know what you think.
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He opened his eyes slowly as he felt pain in every possible part of his body. It hurt to think and he really needed to as he had no idea what had happened to him. Weyoun looked around and found that he was in his quarters with a woman sitting next to him on his bed.
"Welcome to the land of the living." She smiled at him as her fingers played with the bite marks on his neck. They would be easily concealed but she would not heal them this time. As far as she was concerned he was hers now.
"What did you do to me?"
Her amused tone turned serious. "What I needed to do. I told you to have fun but not reveal your new but very temporary skills to anyone. Dukat is not pleased and is looking into my past after what you did."
Weyoun looked into her eyes and saw how serious she was. "I had no idea the effect your blood had on me. I can no longer have it." His mind returned to what he had to do for the day. There was so much. He slowly stood up and felt pain in his neck. His fingers reached up and he winced at the stinging sensation. "You didn't heal me this time." He grew angry with her.
Catherine shrugged with a smile. "One way of marking you as mine. You'll be thankful when the event starts. Others will know not to touch you."
"I am no one's but the Founders. I serve them and them alone." He clenched his stomach in pain.
Her voice, low and husky spoke inside his head. 'Not anymore you don't. You are MINE.'
The pain eased up and he stood tall as he normally did. "I may want immortality but not at this price."
"As if you ever had a choice. You life to serve and serve you will. Now you have duties to perform."
Weyoun left his quarters and continued with his daily routine not that he had much of a choice in the matter. There was no use in sending anyone to rid the station of Catherine or her kind as it seems she held some sort of telepathic control over him and his actions. For the first time a true fear began to envelop him.
Catherine watched him leave and left shortly after to speak with another representative on the station. The oldest of the Vaspernan arrived a few hours ago to speak with her. He was Vulcan and half her age. She held a certain amount of respect for the man but in all honesty found that Vasperan were a lesser class of Vampire.
"Ty'Vuan, I hope you approve of all the luxuries that will be provided." Catherine held an air of respect in her voice.
He was no fool and knew that she was amongst the many Vampires that viewed Vasperan as lesser entities in the immortal world. "They are more than satisfactory. You did well." He smiled at her a rare thing for him. He was very in control of his emotions but from time to time allowed himself the luxury of exposing them. It was amusing to him how it unnerved other species that were used to the colder side of Vulcans.
"Glad to hear that. Is there anything else that requires my attention?"
He walked up to her. "You hate me don't you or at least the recognition I receive as a Vasperan. It is such a foolish thing to discriminate against. My strength may never match yours but the sun never discriminates against us no matter if we are Vasperan or Vampire."
Her voice went cold. "Old habits die hard. This does not mean I do not respect you. Your work has helped prevent our extinction. Vulcan logic is valued as always." She referred to his work with the Federation that helped keep their existence quiet yet known at the same time.
"You have a new conquest is see. I couldn't help notice that the Vorta, Weyoun has your fingerprints all over him. Interesting choice." Ty'Vuan was rather interested as Weyoun would be the first of his race to become Vasperan. He knew very well the Vorta held no idea what an honor that truly was.
"I've always had good taste. Perhaps one day a non-human would be allowed to become Vampire."
"I thought you never wanted to see that take place."
She smiled almost with a laugh. "I am not biased in that regard. You would have made a wonderful Vampire but the council will not allow any other race to be turned on Earth then and they still won't today."
He learned a lot from her today. Catherine DuMonier was very tight lipped when it came to her views outside the general accepted discrimination. "I thought you were more conservative than that but, given your past I am not surprised."
"Old habits die hard but they do die eventually."
"Does the alteration in your opinion have anything to do with the Andorian you planed to turn all those years ago?"
Catherine's patience was now worn thin. "Things are not as simple as that. They never are with, my kind." She left him to rest for the day.
Old memories spun in her head thinking of her first non-human lover. She could still feel his hands on her cold skin that he loved so much and the heat that emanated off of him was beautiful.
She woke up wrapped in the pale blue arms of her newly found companion. It surprised her how Andorians burned, their emotions matching that intensity. His blood was an acquired taste that she learned to appreciate.
He woke looking into her eyes. "I never thought Humans were so active."
"I'm not Human. I was long ago but now am something much stronger. I'm called Vampire amongst my kind."
Nirkorat looked her, his antennae twitching is curiosity. "And what is a Vampire?"
"An immortal." She didn't mind sharing the information with him as he was not going to live much longer anyway.
He was in deep thought for a moment then his mind seemed to remember something. "Yes, I have heard of something like that. There was one Andorian that became immortal. She was banned from ever returning to Andoria again." His features of interest shifted to caution.
She felt the warmth leave her as he lifted his naked form off of her. "Her name is Yulvan. She suffered a lot when that happened. I know, I am her friend and she seeks nothing more than to return to Andoria again."
Catherine stood up in the pile of sheets made of pure Andorian silk. She bought the finest she could get with the money she held. Nirkorat was another wealthy merchant who dealt in Andorian silk that had a rather interesting past with the Imperial Guard.
"She left us, Catherine."
"No, she only became immortal and one's emotions are only increased when you are turned."
Nirkorat's antennae dropped a little knowing that Yulvan would have felt severe pain for being separated from her family. "She was warned and made her decision."
"You have not yet bonded with anyone yet. Strange for your age isn't it."
He took offence to her statement. "I was not on Andoria for that time and all other Andorians I met were not of the age."
Catherine gently took his hand and led him back to bed. The coolness of her skin that was of the room temperature thrilled him. It was one of those things that most Andorian males fantasized about, a woman that held skin as cold as the air around them. Here one was before him and she would easily be the death of him.
"I won't ask you more about it. I know your mating rituals and that of birth are very personal to Andorians. Please forgive me for bringing it up."
That seemed to calm him down as he lay back down upon her. The coolness of her skin almost burned against his warm skin caused by his high metabolism. Her fingers trained down his back and he let out a soft moan.
Catherine buried the memory for she had to prepare for the final details of the event.
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Dukat waited for the Vorta to come to OPS. He had a lot of questions for Weyoun and he was going to get answers one way or another. Dukat was rather good at extracting information from others when needed. He wanted to know what Catherine and her kind were going to do on the station.
Weyoun entered as normal with his updates, questions and general reports about the station and the war.
"I want to know about Catherine DuMonier. She's been to your quarters and for a man that holds no interest for the company of women that is rather suspect." Dukat stood as he spoke.
If he had not experienced the power that Catherine held over him he would have found Dukat rather intimidating at the moment. "Everything about the event has been given to you. If your questions concern her or the nature of those attending I highly suggest speaking with her. I did suggest that before." His voice grew cold then felt a slight shiver run through him.
'Bring him to me Weyoun. I'll meet him in Quark's this evening.'
"I'll arrange it so you can meet her in Quark's this evening if you prefer a more public location." Weyoun motioned with his hands.
That seemed to placate Dukat from further questioning and they both returned to their duties.
Dukat found the day went too quickly for his liking but he would not be late for this meeting. He wanted answers and as Weyoun seemed to be of no use he had to ask the demon directly. She was sitting in Quark's in a plain green outfit with her hair tied back.
"I'm glad you can make it Gul Dukat. Weyoun mentioned that you wanted to speak with me." Her voice was low and she made eye contact with him.
He was surprised at how plainly she dressed. He was under the assumption that all of her kind dressed to show their wealth and sexuality. "Do forgive me but I was under the impression that your kind dressed in a more flamboyant style."
"And I was under the assumption that Cardassians shot and asked questions later. I'm glad to see that I was wrong." She took a sip of 'wine' that she had Quark order in for her. Dukat nodded towards the glass she was holding. "It's all donated and replicated. All that is needed is less than a few drops of blood. He was well compensated for his donation."
"I'll be honest I didn't agree to have your kind on this station." His tone was laced with anger but very well controlled.
Catherine raised an eyebrow but sat back. She knew about him and his first contact with one of her 'kind'. "I understand your hatred of my 'kind' but you were attacked by a Vasperan a non-human immortal. She was never supposed to be made and she and her maker were dealt with. I am a Vampire far more in control than that waste of skin ever would have been."
Dukat could feel the hatred of the Vasperan in the voice. "It seems there is more to the Vasperan and Vampire world than I could have found out though my sources."
Her features softened. "There are very few places we can meet and have a Grand Meeting. It happens every three hundred years and we are banned from Earth. Not because of Humans, they would have had no problems with it but the Vampire council found that it would be better for Humans if we removed ourselves from Earth and its progress."
"Interesting." Dukat was growing fascinated with Catherine.
"Twelve hundred will come here and spend three days feasting, talking and learning. If you have issues with this I would leave the station for that time. We are very addictive. Even now you are growing attracted to me though you want nothing more than to make me suffer for what was done to you." Catherine smiled and spun her drink in her glass.
Dukat knew that she was trying to calm him. "I appreciate your honesty."
"There is more you want to ask."
For the first time he smiled. "Weyoun, I want to know what you did to Weyoun to give him such power. I know you know what I am talking about."
She smiled back finishing off her drink. "I offered some of my blood to him to see how well he can control himself. You were stronger than he had anticipated and you found out about him. Though Major Kira will not. Weyoun will become a Vasperan if the event goes smoothly."
Dukat's features remained the same thought he, for some reason grew angry that Weyoun would be given such an opportunity. "He's only a servant."
"And he'll serve me very well."
"The Founders may have issue with you taking one of their servants so casually." He tested her now.
Catherine laughed at that. "They deem themselves as Gods, Vorta, JemHadar and any solid is deemed to be expendable. As an immortal I know their mentality. Do you have any more questions for me? I'll be happy to answer any you may have."
As much as he despised himself for it he did have questions for her. "What is in the blood that creates the bond you make with mortals?"
"What you would call a virus. It makes me what I am yet has psycokeneic properties that allow for different abilities and create a connection with those that share my blood." She stated matter of factly.
"How did this virus come about?" He heard of all the legends and they sounded like stories parents tell their children.
Catherine took in a large breath for effect. "It came from genetic tampering from an invading race. They were called the Inkarigans, cousins to the Iconians. Long, long, long time ago they settled and decided to do some tampering with the Human race at the time to help further their dying empire. Their cousins the Iconians sent them through one of their portholes and they found Earth. Not much more is known than that. By the time we discovered them they were extinct by a few hundred years. Pity it would have been interesting to see the looks on their faces as their creations descendants met them."
She watched as he took everything in, not missing a word or beat. "I have a question for you. Have you ever wanted to be immortal?"
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious."
"I wouldn't go past that curiosity. A man like you will only destroy himself over and over again." The final words were worn with a smirk.
He was now irritated. "What do you mean by that?"
"Seriously? You honestly want me to answer that question?" He nodded now with a smirk of his own. "You live in the past and at your age you'll never leave it. Like men who were slotted the role of the villain they wish to dominate those that did them wrong in their eyes. Even a mortal can see you desire nothing more than to conquer Bajor. As an immortal you may leave Bajor behind but you'll end up conquering, destroying and conquering again."
Dukat only sat back at her honesty. He knew he held a certain attraction to Bajor. Perhaps her words had cut too deeply and he knew that arguing with her would do him little good. She was too well practiced. "What type of immortal would Weyoun become?"
Catherine was caught by the question. "The best kind if he learns quickly enough."
"That's not an answer."
"Oh but it is. You can never learn." Catherine stood up instantly dismissing Dukat and walked away at a speed faster than he could comprehend. It caught the attention of a few other patrons who quickly ignored it and returned to their drinks.
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