A/N: So, this prompt once again came from Facebook's DWP - MirAndy page. The guys 'n' gals on the page keep my muse happy.

Summary: Miranda is a very successful nightclub owner. Andy is new to town and applies for a job at one of Miranda's nightclubs. Andy then finds out that Miranda is not all she claims to be.

Disclaimers: The usual disclaimers apply. Do not own them and definitely do not make $$ from them.

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The latter part of Andy's night, after spending time with Caitlín and Rian, was spent back at the house with Serena as Miranda replaced the Brazilian at the club. She was curious about the beautiful, but immortal, Latina.

After a prolonged silence, Andy asked one of the questions floating in her mind. "What was it like growing up in Brazil?"

Serena smiled, flashing a hint of fang. "I wondered how long it would take you. It seems Emily now owes me fifty dollars."

"You bet on me" Andy was even more curious by that admission.

"We bet on a variety of things. Emily believed that your wariness of us both would continue to hinder your curiosity. I told her your curiosity would win out before the weekend ended." Serena's smile widened.

"My grandma used to say it was nosiness." Andy grinned. "So, Brazil?"

"I am happy to tell you about the Brazil I knew and loved, but first I shall make a cup of tea." Serena stood quickly and left the room in a blur of movement.

Andy sat back against the chaise she was lying on and closed her eyes, fighting her swirling tiredness. She wanted to stay awake for Miranda's return, missing her mate already.

"I miss you too, my darling." The whisper of Miranda's voice hit her subconscious and she smiled as she started to doze off.

In what seemed like seconds, Serena returned with a pot of tea and two cups. She poured them a cup and sat back as Andy's eyes blazed open, holding her surprise at the gesture. "Like Miranda, I enjoy the warmth. The flavour, however, remains unpalatable."

Serena inhaled the tea and sighed. "Regarding my life in Brazil, I was born to a wealthy family, Andy, the only daughter of a shipping magnate. I was brought up near the beautiful Ipanema beaches of Rio de Janeiro. The '50s were part of Rio's golden age and from a young age I rubbed shoulders with celebrities and international high society who came to play and gamble at the casinos and dance or perform in the nightclubs." Serena frowned at her memories.

"The Rio I grew to know in the '60s was not the same place. Brasilia became the federal capital in 1960, taking the title from the city of Rio de Janeiro and the country was then under military rule after the army staged a coup in '64. The country, due to the military regime, was repressive but it experienced rapid economic growth but there were many still experiencing poverty." Serena caught Andy's eye. "Skyscrapers rose up around the city but the shanty towns grew. Many of Rio's beautiful buildings were lost. The city began to lose its gloss as crime and violence increased. It was sad to watch its decline."

The Brazilians sadness was clear in her voice and Andy decided to change the subject. "Can I ask you something else?" At Serena's nod of acceptance, Andy continued. "Do you miss the human bond with Emily, you know, being able to taste what she does?" Andy asked.

"My bond with Emily transcends that now. Unlike Caitlin, I could never live so many decades that way." Serena stated softly.

The two women fell into a comfortable silence as Andy sipped her tea and contemplated her evening.

Their time with Rian and Caitlín had been illuminating in many ways for Andy and she had been stunned to realise that they had lived that way for almost 70 years.

Rian had bonded with Caitlín to the extent that she was almost immortal herself, without going through the full change.

The ingestion of the immortal woman's blood over the years had started to reverse the effects of Rian's ageing process and they believed it amounted to her life expectancy increasing by up to ten times. Their bonding had also driven a diagnosis of breast cancer into permanent remission.

Rian showed Andy it was possible for her to live a full and complete life as a mortal companion to a vampire and yet she held a niggling feeling that this would not be the way her life would go.

Rian had chosen this life because she had two children and a husband when she met the immortal Caitlín. In a move that caused some controversy, she left her family home but continued to be a part of her children's lives, watching them grow into adults, living their lives and having their own children.

When the time was right, Caitlín helped her to fake her death, yet she still refused to turn fully immortal, happy to watch the continued growth of her family from a distance, as it continued to thrive."

Andy was saddened, in a way, for Caitlín. She had sat by and watched as her eternal mate aged while she and her children remained as they were. She had been born to immortality shortly after Miranda, as Asher continued to try to build a clan to call his own, replacing the immortal silver-haired woman and her children when they fled his presence.

Serena's small sigh and a quick movement snapped Andy's attention from her thoughts and a warmth settled around her. She understood immediately Miranda was home.

Andy's eyes blazed open as Miranda's quiet voice echoed through the foyer, responding to Serena's quiet murmuring. "That horrid little man is vastly lucky Emily and Nigel were both there to stop me. I could have quite easily have torn his filthy heart from his chest."

The image of Irv Ravitz entered Andy's mind, his gloating face as he congratulated Miranda on the removal of the uncouth young woman from her employ. She saw Miranda's fury and understood she had struggled to remain in control.

"He will get what's coming to him," Serena stated. "Emily said you made sure, in your compulsion, he would revoke Andy's blacklisting."

"Yes." Miranda's voice was quiet as her heels echoed across the marble floor of the foyer. "I could not bear to see her so disheartened by his petty spite."

"I'm going to meet Emily," Serena stated quietly.

Andy finally looked up, from her position on the chaise, into Miranda's darkening blue eyes and her breath hitched as her heart thundered in her ears. She was captivated by the immortal woman's beauty and the heat rolling off her in waves.

Clearly spotting the change, Miranda smirked. "Hello, my darling." She whispered.

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Miranda followed the languid movement as Andréa held her hand out, beckoning her closer.

"Come sit with me, Miranda," Andy asked hesitantly.

Miranda found herself stepping forward, her eyes trailing over the brunette. As tall as Andréa was, her body took up the full length of the chaise. She sat beside the woman's hip.

In one smooth motion, Andréa moved her so she was straddling her. Her dress rode up to accommodate the position as Andréa pulled her knees up so she could lean against her thighs.

"Tell me about tonight?" Andy asked softly.

Miranda was stunned by the heat as Andréa slid her hand up her jaw with the tips of two fingers. "It was fine. I had a small disagreement with that awful little man, Irving Ravitz." Miranda stated, unable to hold back her frustration. She found herself leaning into the light touch and her hand came up to hold the hand against her cheek. "He made me angry and hungry." She admitted.

"Did you feed at all?" Andy asked.

"Not since we..." Miranda trailed off. "...You are so warm, Andréa. She inhaled sharply. "And your scent tantalises me in a way nothing else ever has." She watched as Andréa grinned goofily at her words. She leaned forward and brushed her nose along Andréa's throat, feeling the powerful beat of her heart against her. She inhaled deeply once again before sitting back against Andréa's knees. She suddenly remembered the events of the night. "Show me your hand." She demanded.

"My hand's fine. You should hunt before dawn, Miranda." Andy claimed.

"Show me." Miranda was adamant. She wanted to ensure Andréa had healed.

The mortal woman held out her hand, rolling her eyes. Miranda glanced down and saw unbroken skin with only a small trace of bruising blemishing the pale skin, a light-yellow colour that indicated it was close to being healed. She breathed a sigh of relief.

She bent her head and kissed the knuckles lightly before pushing herself down further into Andréa's personal space, holding her tight against her. The softness of the brunette's curves felt wonderful.

"Will you hunt, Miranda?" Andy queried softly.

"No, all I want is right here, with you." Miranda traced her tongue along Andréa's jugular, tasting the skin and humming.

"Then take what you need from me. All I am, all I have, it's yours." Andy muttered breathlessly.

Miranda felt the change come over her as her fangs lengthened. She trailed them over the rapidly fluttering pulse point at Andréa's neck before allowing them to pierce the skin and starting to suck.

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The sharpness of Miranda's bite felt like the sweetest thing Andy had ever experienced. It felt like the immortal woman was touching her everywhere at once; her lips, breasts, and between her legs. It was as if Miranda was deep inside her.

The woman above her stoked the flame of her desire as she fed on the heat. Andy lost control, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as she climaxed, an excess of wetness coating her panties.

Miranda pulled away, her tongue swiping over the wound, healing it instantly. When she pulled back, Andy whimpered and Miranda growled as she flipped them over, so she was hovering above her.

Andy moaned as Miranda pulled her flush against her and landed against the immortal's thigh. She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth against the solid muscle, pushing herself towards yet another orgasm. Her lips descended on Miranda's, soft yet hot. She kissed her hungrily but gently, mindful of the long canines. Her breathing was becoming ragged as she struggled to get enough air.

The pleasure continued to climb, with Miranda moaning her approval as her denim-clad thigh pressed against her hot core. She broke the kiss, panting into Miranda's neck. She was so close again. "I just want you to fuck me!" Andy's mind screamed.

"Stop," Miranda growled. The trace of huskiness in her tone showed her increasing hunger.

Andy stopped moving and looked down to see blood spilling from Miranda's lower lip where she had bit it. She bent down to swipe causing a deep rumbling growl to escape from the immortal woman's throat.

In a move, she was unprepared for, Miranda lifted her up and before she knew what was happening, she was placed gently upon her bed.

Andy looked up, leaning on both elbows, as Miranda reached down and pulled her black Chanel dress over her head, the lacy front fastening bra followed, then her matching thong, all landing on a pile on the floor. The woman stood proud, her pale, almost luminous, skin glowing in the lamplight. She could swear she had never seen anything as beautiful. Miranda was slim but had defined muscles under the alabaster skin, which flexed as she stalked towards the bed. The sensuality of Miranda's movements fuelled her arousal and her pulse thundered in her ears.

Miranda crawled up the bed until she was hovering over her. "Tell me what you want, Andréa."

The sound of Miranda's voice made Andy shiver as her hot breath ghosted over her skin, making goose-bumps rise all over her body. "I want...need...um..." Andy stuttered. She knew her cheeks were burning from embarrassment.

"Say it out loud," Miranda growled, trailing her hand against her stomach under her shirt.

"Uh, I...I...just fuck me please!" Andy begged hoarsely.

Miranda tore at the shirt and buttons flew everywhere, her nails shredded the fine satin of the bra she wore, leaving Andy's breasts free. She looked down at the heaving chest, the straining nipples and her grin turned almost feral.

Miranda's face held a hunger, but Andy knew it wasn't for her lifeblood. Her eyes fell closed as Miranda breathed warm, feathery kisses down her jaw, neck and collarbone, a move that had her gasping. The immortal woman's body pressed into hers, heating her skin.

Andy bent her head and Miranda's lips focused on her mouth, kissing her passionately. Andy kissed her back, her tongue breaching the distance to swirl around Miranda's. Their tongues wrestled and slithered against each other and Andy's stroked Miranda's teeth, grazing against the razor-sharp canines, filling Miranda's mouth with her blood before the saliva of her tongue healed the muscle.

Miranda bit her tongue to share her blood as they continued to kiss. Her hands moved between them to pull at the belt around Andy's waist. Tugging it free, she freed the button from its firm clasp and unzipped her before sliding her hand into the pooling wetness beneath her panties.

"So hot, so wet..." Andy moaned deeply at Miranda's observations as she fingered her furiously. "...Mine!"

The possessive tone of Miranda's voice had Andy growing even wetter, there was something infinitely arousing about the silver-haired Goddess. Andy could barely formulate a thought. Her mind chanted Miranda's name as she thrust inside her with two fingers and before the immortal woman's memories flooded her senses when she initiated another round of blood sharing.

She saw the first time Miranda had been intimate with the wealthy man she eventually married, how she had been pinned against the wall and made to stroke him into hardness, his grip firm around her delicate hand and wrist, before being taken roughly as she cried out against him. She experienced the woman's overpowering shame as Gregory pulled back, fumbling with the buttons of his pants, before walking away without a backward glance.

Andy arched her back, calling to the woman hovering above her, who was teasing her breasts with her teeth and tongue while two of her fingers thrust into her quickly and her thumb stroked her sensitive clit.

In her final moments before her climax, Andy felt Miranda's exhilaration when she rode a horse bareback for the first time, with the hot Texas sun beating down on her as she laughed joyfully.

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Miranda pulled her hand away from her mate and popped them into her mouth, humming at the flavour of her Andréa.

The young woman's menses had added further lubrication for their love-making, not that she needed it. She looked up and saw the brunette's eyes had fluttered closed as her breathing deepened in sleep.

She was concerned as in her rush she had placed them in her room, she would need to wake the young woman at some point close to dawn, but for now, she would let her rest. She turned away and dressed for her sleep in her silk pyjamas before settling back down next to her mate.

Her own eyes closed and she soon found herself running once again through the darkness until she burst into an immense maze. Stalling, she listened intently before inhaling. Catching the scent of her mate, she stalked forward quickly, sensing Andréa's rising panic.

Miranda ran hard, throwing herself around corners quickly, knowing something was stalking her mate. She urged herself on until it felt like she was almost flying. It felt as if there was a divine force demanding she move, she needed to ensure her Andréa was safe.

She heard a low rumbling growl and her fury was almost blinding. She entered into the familiar clearing where she and Andréa had spent the better part of their evening but stalled at the sight before her.

The large dark brown wolf limped towards her mate, sniffing the air before letting out a loud howl.

A thunderous roar escaped her throat as the wolf charged and she felt herself change as her true nature emerged. She crouched, still growling as the wolf stalled.

She saw her Andréa hold her hands out placatingly before stepping forward to touch the wolf's muzzle.

The wolf recoiled, whimpering and the air crackled around it. The beast started to writhe on the ground as bones forcibly shrank and changed shape, teeth retracted and hair shortened. In the span of moments, a man cowered at her Andréa's feet holding his injured hand close to his chest.

Miranda took in the sight of the dark-haired naked man who cowered even further, seeming to shrink upon himself, at the sight of her.

Miranda growled a short warning as Andréa stepped closer, her hand outstretched. "No!"

Andréa stalled. Looking across the clearing into her eyes, she saw the fear and determination.

In the blink of an eye, the man charged, using his good arm to spin Andréa into his embrace, his arm wrapped around her neck and she heard the other woman's breath hitch as the arm tightened.

"Nate, please...let go." Andy croaked.

The arm about Andréa's neck flexed, cutting off more air. "I should tear your throat out." Nate hissed. He seemed to shake himself, attempting to control his rage. "I don't know what's happening to me. Why am I here?" His confusion rose as he looked at her, dark hatred flashing in his dark eyes. "What are you?" He roared. "What did you do to me?"

Andréa's hand moved and she touched the man. He recoiled again as if he'd been electrocuted and loosened his grip. She pulled air into her lungs in heaving gasps.

Miranda's smile turned feral as Andréa kept the man at bay with her right hand. She spotted the ring adorning her finger, the large moonstone amulet she had Jocelyn create protecting her mate and keeping the dog calm, for now.

Nate's fury had him pulling Andréa closer again. Her hand fell from him as he pushed the air out of her lungs.

Miranda could see him weighing up his options. She could taste his fear and his desire as his arousal spiked. She opened her mind to her mate. "This needs to end, my darling. You know what to do" Miranda understood having Andréa drop all her weight would not work. The dog would have no issue carrying her full weight. She could use her elbows and feet though. She had options.

"I can't." Andréa's whispered admission shocked her. "I can't hurt him."

Miranda found her anger growing as Nate rubbed his lips over Andréa's pulse point, where she had bitten down just a short time before. She snarled as he licked the skin. "If he bites you, even in human form, you could die. He wants to claim you as his own."

"But I am bonded to you." Andy's panic was growing as she became lightheaded.

That does not matter to him, he does not know the rules." Miranda hissed.

"You smell different, Andy." Nate inhaled the skin along her jaw. "Why is that?" He growled.

"Miranda!" Her name fell from Andréa's lips in a small whimper before she clenched her jaw.

Miranda felt the urgency to move forward, to stop the mutt. She would rip his beating heart from his chest and drink it dry. A low snarl escaped as she gnashed her teeth at him.

"Stay where you are." Nate hissed. "One more step and I will snap her neck."

Miranda glanced around. If she moved fast, perhaps she could...

She noticed as Andréa's dark, expressive eyes flicked over her shoulder and a wave of reassurance flowed through the immortal woman. She turned her head sharply and caught sight of a feminine figure floating mysteriously behind her. The figure took on the form of a beautiful woman. She recognised her as Jocelyn's grandmother, Phoebe, who had passed to the spirit realm almost two years before. The spirit's eyes seemed to tell the story of the world and beyond, they held knowledge and wisdom.

Nate was oblivious of the spirit, becoming overwhelmed by his animalistic lust and pure desire for her Andréa, his hips began grinding into Andréa's ass as he nuzzled her neck.

"Relax, Andy." The spirit whispered.

Miranda saw Andréa close her eyes, trying to calm herself in her captivity. "I can't do this; I feel so weak." Her mind whispered.

"You must." Miranda tried to remain strong but was furious over her inability to resolve this without the man extinguishing the light that was her mate. She could see her lips turning blue as her oxygen was slowly cut off. "Look at me, Andréa."

Andréa's eyes lifted and their eyes locked. "Regardless of what happens, I love you, Miranda."

Miranda saw despair in the gaze as Andréa's eyes dulled and let out a small whimper at the defeat held in them. "Don't you dare give up on me." Her mind whispered brokenly.

Phoebe glided forward, casting a yellow light across the open field, a lit white candle and oil raised in her hands as she spoke softly. "Well-protected may I be as I go forth to roam this realm." One drop of the oil hit the candle with a hiss. "For Diana, Goddess of the Moon, Great Huntress with her pack of she-wolves, I walk abroad with your blessing." She flicked another drop of oil on the candle. "I implore you to keep all evil from Andy; I beseech you to drive this werewolf away from her path. May you change deadly wolf intent and savage heart, back to the human form of the gentle young man he used to be." The third flick extinguished the flame and darkness descended.

Miranda jolted upright with a growl as Andréa gasped for air, a shuddering sob breaking free as she realised, they were no longer in the clearing but in the warmth of Miranda's large bedroom.

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Andy was inconsolable, no matter how much Miranda attempted to reassure her, she felt violated by the events of the night.

She ran from the immortal woman and locked herself in her room. She showered, setting the water temperature high and spending time under the hot water scouring her skin, scrubbing Nate's lips and tongue from her neck and jaw and erasing all signs he'd been near her.

She dried off and found her most comfortable pyjamas. Grabbing her iPod, she sat on the floor beside the closet, her knees up against her chest and putting the earbuds in, tried to drown out her swirling thoughts. She didn't want to let Miranda into her head just yet. Closing her eyes, she fought against her rising tears.

What she didn't account for was Miranda's need to be with her. The first indication she wasn't alone was a warm hand brushing against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear before pulling her earbuds free.

Andy followed Miranda's graceful movements, as she sat down opposite her, keeping her distance and her eyes averted while she stroked her fingers along the seam of her silk pyjama pants nervously.

When the immortal woman spoke, her voice broke. "What we have, what we will build is a once in a lifetime thing, Andréa. The moment I realised you were my mate and when I knew someone wanted to do you harm, my whole world stopped turning. It was like everything became about you, about keeping you safe. There is something about you that brings me joy, your touch makes my whole body warm and the thought of losing you is unbearable. I would do anything for you, be everything you ever need. Our bond is so powerful and the only thing that can break is death, and even then, I would fade shortly after you. I could not exist in a world without you now that I have found you."

Andy scooted closer, pushing herself onto Miranda's lap. She buried her head in the immortal woman's neck, her whole body shaking as she let herself cry. Miranda ran warm, soothing circles on her back, offering silent comfort.

Finally, Andy sniffed back her tears and lifted her head to gaze into Miranda's face. The immortal's blood tears trailed down her cheeks, dripping off her chin. She'd made no effort to brush them away or hide them from her.

Andy pressed her lips against the tears, feeling the effect of them immediately as they sent tingles down her spine and she shivered. She caught Miranda's lips in a gentle kiss, whispering an apology against them. "I'm sorry, love. I am so fucking sorry for pushing you away. I promise I'll try to be better..."

Miranda's finger came up onto her lips and she saw the resignation in the blue eyes. "No apologies, my darling." Miranda glanced away. "Perhaps it is I, who is at fault. I should have resolved this after I found him stalking that brunette looking to slit her throat. I should have ended him then and there."

"You can't beat yourself up over what ifs. You did what you thought was best. Neither of us could ever anticipate he could breach my dreams in such a way." Andy husked.

Their heads lifted as the clattering of feet hit the stairs. Andy felt her panic rising again and Miranda shifted, picking her up with ease to place her on the soft mattress of the large queen-sized bed.

"It is Nigel and Jocelyn," Miranda reassured. A knock came at the door and Miranda straightened. In a blur, she flung the door open and stepped to one side to let them enter the room. "Well?" She demanded.

"We know how he has managed to breach the dreams. We experienced his fury as he woke up." Jocelyn held up a slim black cord holding a silver-plated pendant of a wolf howling at the moon. "We got this off Nate It is a dream amulet, to focus energy that will allow the wearer to dream walk or astral project. There are code words that are used. It is a brand of dark magic that I know, and detest."

"How did you get it from his person?" Miranda stated icily. "I told you no one was to go near him. We have the camera's monitoring the room."

Nigel rubbed his hand over his bald head and glanced at Miranda. "Emily caught a flash of it under his shirt. She stormed into the room and as he turned in surprise she latched onto his wrist. She is currently hunting, with Serena's help. She was hurt in the fray as she and Serena pulled it from his neck."

"Hurt, how?" Andy asked from her place on the bed.

Jocelyn looked at her, her eyes holding genuine warmth. "He managed to grab her and threw her to the floor. It's concrete and she smacked her head pretty badly." Jocelyn stated softly. She stepped closer and placed her hand on top of Andy's. "He won't be able to breach your dreams again or project to you. The amulet is not bridged to him, Andy. That means it needs to be carried on him for the binding to work." She opened Andy's hand and placed the amulet in it before closing her fist over the silver. "You are safe, now. I have put extra protections in place, I believe you may have seen some of my assistance first hand?" Jocelyn asked.

Andy nodded. "I saw a ghost." She admitted.

"My grandma said you were very brave. She only wishes she could have done more." Jocelyn stated.

Andy smiled softly. "Will you thank her for me?"

Jocelyn nodded and returned her smile. "I will, although she already knows. She watches over us and she will warn of any danger and do what she can to deviate it." She frowned suddenly. "You look pale, Andy. You should eat, regain strength and try to sleep." She turned to Miranda. "Feed this woman, some warm broth would do her the world of good."

Miranda bowed her head. "Yes, Jocelyn." She muttered.

Jocelyn hummed her approval and stalked from the room, pulling Nigel away and leaving the two women alone once more.

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