LOVE AND VENGENANCE
CHAPTER TWO
by
BlackFury

Cynthia showed Peter how to open the bookcase door that led to her private suite and once inside, Peter whistled in admiration. It was most definitely a room fit for a princess. The bed had gold, blue and pearl grey silk hangings and the rest of the suite was very tastefully arranged. Then, he turned to her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, his hands running all over her very caressingly.

As the young Caine began to slowly undress her, she was remembering the passion within his great grandfather and finding herself pleased that Peter had inherited that trait of the family. She hadn't felt like this in years, decades even.

Once Peter had her clothes off of her, his lips slid down her throat as she began to undress him. Peter had never felt like this either, not with Kira, Kelly or Jordan. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

He never did figure out how they got into her bed but he was soon on top of her, caressing her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered to him and, she was. He lost himself in her beauty and her body. Later, he found her on top of him, kneeling astride his hips as he pushed up into her harder, his hands cupping her smooth hips, his passions increasing to levels he had never felt before.

Cynthia was suprised by the depths of her feelings for this member of the Caine family, and was loving the way he made her feel. Then, as she sensed he was reaching climax, she lay on him and whispered in his ear,

"I want to taste you, Peter, is that all right with you? If not, I will understand and respect your wishes. Just tell me, please." Peter lay there for a moment, then answered her by stretching his head back so she could more easily get to his neck. She smiled to herself and began kissing his neck.

When Peter erupted into her, his cry of ecstasy was cut off by her fangs sinking into his carotid. The rush that went through his body was one he was totally unprepared for. He shuddered and he automatically pulled her closer to him as she drank. She only drank for three minutes but to Peter, it felt like an eternity. She then licked the side of his neck, healing the tiny puncture marks.

Peter then fell asleep sprawled beneath her body. She smiled, rolled off to lay beside him and they both slept.

About seven hours later, Peter awoke first, not immediately remembering where he was until he saw Cynthia asleep beside him. His hand immediately went to the right side of his neck but he felt no marks but smilied softly, knowing it did happen. He laid there, propped up on one elbow just watching her until she stirred and looked up at him. When she smiled, Peter was again dazzled by her.

"Good morning, my love. Still remembering last night?" Peter nodded and, leaning down, kissed her again. Fortunately for him, it was one of his rare days off otherwise, he would have been extremely late for his job. They made love again that morning and then spent as much time together that day as they could until Peter finally had to go.

Later that day, Peter went to see his father and told him what had happened. Caine was working on an herbal preperation and was thoughtful as he listened, hearing his son's joy and wonder. After finishing, Caine looked at his son.

"Do you know her history?" Peter looked directly into his father's grey eyes.

"Yes, she told me herself. She also said that you should look in great grandfather's journal. There is something there you should read." Caine nodded and soon after Peter had gone, Caine was in his meditation/workout room, sitting in a half lotus position with his grandfather's journal in his lap. It was open to the following handwritten entry.

Journal Entry-

August 15, 1886, San Francisco California

I arrived this morning to find a large, angry crowd gathered outside a saloon called "The Silver Needle" yelling loudly for the establishment to be closed. I then saw a young woman with coal black hair wearing an elegant black dress standing facing them, fists planted on hips in a defiant manner. As I got closer, I could hear her telling them they were hyprocites since some of the people yelling the loudest for her to shut down were her best customers.

That caused a momentary calm in the angry crowd and I was able to make my way to the young lady's side. After more discussion, I was able to help diffuse the crowd and they left quietly. The young lady asked me to come in and inquired as to whether I was looking for employment. She knew, somehow, that I was shaolin and said that did not matter to her.

I told her my name and she introduced herself as Cynthia Moonscrim. I could sense something odd about her, but her honesty and openness were easy to see and I told her I was indeed looking for a job. She asked what I knew about drinks and soon I was employed as a bartender.

Thus began a relationship that would have a profound effect upon both of us and would link our families for many decades to come.

End Journal Entry-

Caine closed his eyes and meditated for awhile on what he had read and realized that he needed to speak to this woman that his son was so obviously in love with. He resolved to do so as quickly as possible.

Imagine his suprise when she came to him a couple of days later of her own volition to tell her what he was anxious to know.

When she arrived, Kwai Chang was tending to a couple of patients so Cynthia waited outside on the terrace until the shaolin was finished. About an hour later, he came out onto the terrace to join her.

"You must be Cynthia Moonscrim." He said in that quiet, yet strong voice he possessed. She was slightly suprised.

"How did you know?" She asked with a small smile. Caine returned the grin.

"My son described you as 'elegant' and I can see that he was correct. He had never described any female friend of his with that term before." Cynthia smiled again, then turned serious.

"Master Caine, there are several things you have to know about me before I can let any relationship with your son go any furthur than it already has. May we talk privately?" Caine nodded and soon, she had driven both of them back to the Raven, where they went into her office.

She told Thomas that she did not wish to be disturbed and then shut the door. She seated herself on the sofa and patted the seat beside her for Caine to sit down. He did. She was keeping her emotions in check for she had not been prepared to find that Peter's father looked exactly like his grandfather. That had been a shock and had forced long buried memories to surface all too abruptly.

Caine could sense emotions boiling within her but not exactly what they were about although he had a shrewd suspicion that it had something to do with his grandfather.

TBC