Hello my loves, I know it's been a while. I've been trying to regain my muse. This chapter isn't as steamy as I'd like, but I did enjoy writing it none the less. I hope you all enjoy it! Don't leave me just yet. And I've changed my pin name. I am no longer Onyx Ash. I am now Siren Serenity.

Enjoy!

We return to our duo in a strange and confusing state. Lestat, while naked and sopping wet, has caught dear wounded Harper. Harper is still very badly hurt, aching from head to toe while Lestat is beginning to realize that his hunger for Harper is morphing... Strange things are afoot. Neither of them are ready for such things.

Lets see how this plays out.

Pain rippled through Harper like a tidal wave. She'd never felt so sick to her stomach from the pain. She felt stitches rip and let out a pained scream. Though it was more from horror. She was now wrapped in the wet marble, lovely, arms of Lestat de Lioncourt. Her mouth fell open as she stared at him. His eyes bore into her with a heat she didn't know existed. Electricity sparked and licked at her skin, leaving a strange painful seduction. She could feel warmth spreading down her stomach.

Blood stained her pale skin, dripping out from beneath her shirt. Lestats jaw clenched, setting his cheeks into hard stone. She thought she caught a glimpse of panic in the empty black void that usually took its place in his eyes. She clenched her own jaw, fighting back waves of nausea and pain.

"You left the door open.." She hissed.

He grinned a little, though its wickedness did not meet his black orbs. "I thought you'd be more tempted to come peek."

She hissed in pain as he lifted her from the ground. "I was trying to shut off the damn stereo."

He cackled once more, already leaving the bathroom. Even in pain, as well as fully aroused, she was hard headed and stubborn. How curious Madame Van Helsing was. He came into the bedroom and placed her atop the comforter with gentle ease. She squirmed, whimpering, trying to wriggle free of him.

"I'll bleed on the sheets." She huffed, thought the words confused even her in this current predicament. He shook his head, holding her still with strong hands. Harpers green eyes roamed over his naked body, her mind swimming once more where it ought not swim. She instinctively licked her lips and watched as he did the same while she bled. His hands, looking as if they might be shaking, lifted her shirt.

The blood made the fabric stick to her skin, she felt slimy with its movement. So much so that she heaved a moment. Lestat mentally swore. His eyes met hers and though she was not telepathic he held a private conversation with her. His head fell and he bit the fabric, tearing his own shirt from her sinful body. The small wet sheath fell away from her flesh, leaving her marred body peeking at him. Harper moved to cover her exposed breasts, but found she did not have the strength.

Air pushed from Lestats lungs as he looked at her. She was perfect in his eyes. Creamy flesh with mound that were rounded with perfection. He resisted the urge to take her nipple in between his teeth. She was bleeding all over the place, the last thing she needed was a vampire attacking her like he was in heat. Lestat drew back a moment to catch his breath and his calm. Harper already seemed drowsy from blood loss. He scowled to himself, lifting her gingerly.

Like lightning he was gone and in the medical ward once more. The doctor sat at his desk, sleeping in his chair. He'd been commanded to stay should something like this happen.. Lestat cleared his throat and Dr. McCammin woke with a start. He flailed a moment, toppling over in his chair.

"Yes, Mr. de Lioncourt?" He choked out from the floor.

"Help her." He said clearly, demanding the Dr. 'fix' Harper.

The two men stared at each other and then the mousy Dr. McCammin got to work. He stopped the bleeding, sewed her back up, bandaged her, and sedated her. He stared at Lestat a moment, looking like an angry father.

"I told you she would not be ready for sex anytime soon, Mr. de Lioncourt. How the hell am I supposed to heal her wounds if you can't follow simple instruction?" He barked, wiping the rest of the blood from Harpers midsection. Small sighs escaped the sleeping woman and Lestat leaned over her body to meet McCammins face. Rage boiled within his eyes and the mortal man stumbled a step or two backwards.

"Do not mistake me for a simple minded patient, Dr." He spat. "We were not sharing the joy of one anothers company."

"I am no moron, Mr. de Lioncourt. You're naked, first of all. And she is missing a shirt and her pants are half unbuttoned!" He huffed, dissaprovingly.

The doctor scoffed before thinking about his actions and as a result Lestats hand caught his throat, lifting him from his feet. McCammin choked for breath as he stared into the furious face of Lestat. Fury rose through his blood like lava spewing from a volcano. The beast in his belly screamed for blood, hungered for strength. But Harper needed this man.

She whimpered, a tiny whisper escaping in the midst of McCammins choking gasps. Lestat tossed the man aside, his eyes falling to Harper instantly. He surveyed her for pain, and placed a hand on her cheek to feel her warmth. To his surprise she leaned into his touch, a sigh leaving her. As if relieved?

Odd.

Hours later, when Lestat felt she was well enough, they came back to his chambers. The sheets had been changed, along with the mess in the bathroom. Bella was wonderful. He placed Harper in the bed, pulling the blankets over her shivering frame. He then took his shower as quick as possible. He dried himself off, and pulled on another pair of sweat pants.

Honestly, he didn't know where they came from. He usually slept nude.

Lestat crawled into the bed, and instantly Harper found him. She huddled against him as if her life depended on the very touch of him. He couldn't help but smile. She hated him when she was awake but when she slept... She craved him. He enjoyed this little fact far too much. So much so that he took the pleasure of twisting her curls around a pale finger. Lestat trailed his finger tips over the bruised regions of her face, amazed her skull hadn't been shattered from a vampires hand.

Harper Van Helsing never ceased to amaze him, this was fact.

Days passed, weeks even. Harper retreated within herself. She grew silent, not even chancing the occasional tease. Lestat found this quite distressing. It'd been a month and a half he'd kept her here. Her fight was fading her. Thus his interest in her would soon die out. Though it didn't dwindle, and night after night it perplexed him. What was it about Harper that kept him waiting for her fiery personality to return? Why was she any different?

She inspired him. How strange a thing, to have muse for his music. It'd been centuries since he'd found muse from something other than himself... Not since Akasha.

Strapped down and heavy
Tied up and bound
This weight I carry
This weight I've found
So Let me be the one to say
I've really had enough

His own music throbbed in his chambers as he opened the door in silence. He could hear Harper moving about. Confusion struck him for more than one reason. First; Harper hated his music. Second; she was usually huddled on the bed in silence. Yet he could hear her moving with confidence. He could smell her from here. She'd been moving throughout the room.

Downfallen on (or maybe down, falling?)
(Yes, you meant the world to me)
My sweet love
So headstrong
Strong

Watch me fall

One time too many
You let me down
Won't think what could be
Can't feel much now

Downfallen on
(Yes you meant the world to me)
My sweet love
So headstrong
(Are you?) this is whispered and hard to pick up
Strong

Lestat peered into the room, seeing Harper singing along to herself as she looked at herself in his old vanity. Something he never really used, but found his room incomplete without. She knew all the words. Every. Last. One. He was astonished. She peered at her face in the mirror, running painted fingers over fading bruises. But she caught sight of him and let out a squeal of surprise.

Curls bounced as she flew from the chair and slapped a small remote. The stereo reacted to her button mashing, but not in the way she wanted. The volume increased and Lestat let a wide grin play on his usually blank face. She did like his music. How fun. Little vixen. How he hadn't found that in the depths of her mind evaded him. Enticed him none the less.

Watch me
Change this world inside of you
Change this world inside of you

Does it really mean that much to you?
To hide your fear, to test the way I feel?
To test the way I feel
To test the way I feel
To test the way I feel

Watch me crawl
Watch me break
Watch me crawl
Watch me throw it all away.

Harper gave up on the remote throwing it on the floor. The batteries plopped out of the device and she peered at Lestat wide eyed. She swallowed hard, as if she were frightened... but perhaps it was simply because now he knew that there was a small piece of her that enjoyed him. His grin widened even more. She made a dash for the bathroom.

He waited a second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Her hand touched the door and he was on her in a flash. He loomed over her like the predator he was. She stood upright, trying to return to the usual Harper Van Helsing. Still a tiny squeak escaped her as he held the knob to the bathroom door closed. She pressed her back against the wood and looked up at the handsome devil.

"My my my, Harper, you are a slippery one." He said in a low hiss. "Retreating within yourself to gain alone time..." He clicked his tongue at her tactics. He hadn't even thought to probe her mind for hidden intentions. She'd already bled on his bedroom floor twice. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it as if she could not think of the correct words.

Downfallen on
Yes you meant the world to me
My sweet love
So headstrong
Strong

I can't believe the things you say
So wrongful how I feel this way
I'm sleeping to relieve this strain.
So calmly, slowly, softly
Just Let it all just drift away
Let it all just drift away

Lestat sang the last two verses to her. Her own personal concert and even she could not hide the blush that took hold of her cheeks and ears. His voice was like pure lust to her, it worked magic on her aching body. She could breath better when she could lye in bed with his music blasting around her. But she could not sit still when Lestat shared the room with her. Still defiance found Harper Van Helsing.

"Move back." She demanded and Lestat moved closer.

"Or what?" He scoffed.

Harper slapped him hard, and he merely chuckled pressing her against the door a bit more. He shook his head, amused beyond contemplation.

"I thought we were past that, Harper dear." He whispered sweetly, moving towards her face.

Harper slipped from his grasp, under his arm, and backed away from him. She backed away in the wrong direction. Staring at his perfectly sculpted build he turned on her like a hungry God. He always looked at her like that. Even as she was draped in clothes that were too big for her and she looked an awful mess. He still stared at her with such lust it frightened her.

She knew she was gorgeous. That was no question.

She knew she was desirable. But goodness... She thought she might burst into flames with the heat in his gaze.

He pounced on her, pushing her back into the wall. She shoved at his chest, but his mouth latched onto hers like handcuffs to a criminal. She snapped at his lip and he pulled back with a cackle. His laughter filled the room and surrounded them in his entertainment. He shoved his mouth against hers once more and Harper melted just a bit. Cold hands roamed from her cheek to her throat.

His palm brushed her breast and already she ached deep within her womb. She frowned against his lips yanking her head away from him.

"Would you stop your seduction bullshit." She hissed and he pressed himself against her.

He buried his face within her hair and inhaled the sweet scent that was Harper. She was intoxicating and before he could stop himself his fingers tugged at the hem of the leathers that sat low on her hips. They came free and slowly slid down. In slow motion he watched as she came exposed. She reached for them and he grabbed her by the hair.

"Dont." He commanded and a hint of fear lit up in her eyes.

"So you've condemned me to rape then." She snapped back, the usual Harper venom oozing back into her voice.

Lestats thumb dipped under one side of her lace underwear and slowly tugged them down to reveal her. Air slammed from his lungs and he yanked back on her hair to hear her moan. She unwillingly obliged. Her hands came down on his chest to try and fight not only him but what she was trying to deny herself. Still every sweet touch that graced her skin sent fire through her nerves. His mouth found hers and it was over.

Their lips crushed into one another, her heart pounding like a drum. He lifted one of her legs, then the other, forcing her to straddle him. She huffed, both annoyed that she couldn't help herself and because he was still wearing pants. She reached a hand in between them and tugged at his own button but he tugged her hand back. Lestat placed her hands above her head, holding her by the wrists with one iron clad hand. The other hand tore off the shirt she wore, leaving her completely exposed.

Hunger swept through him as he dropped his head to her breasts, taking one pink nipple into his mouth. She let out a cry that was so satisfying he thought he might die of pure elation. His hand loosened his grip and she flung her hands into his hair. There they stay for a while until he moved her to the bed, wanting more of her. Wanting more than he'd wanted from a woman in ages.

He reached for his pants, hungry for what was to come.

"Ahem.." Someone huffed, and angry eyes snapped to the door.

Harper scrambled beneath the blankets as Lestat glowered at his band manager.

"Don't mean to interrupt... but its time to go." He said almost with a haughty tone.

Lestat stood in front of him instantly, danger rolling off of him in waves. He placed his face inches from the other mans and hissed darkly. "I'm a little fucking busy."

The mortal man sighed deeply, but made his way towards the door. "Fine, Lestat, but we have a show to do so make it quick."

Fury rose in the vampire. He did not want quick. He wanted lasting, hungry, possibly angry sex. No doubt Harper would be furious by now knowing she'd taken to his dominant seduction. Something she could not resist when it came to him for some god awful reason.

Lestat turned on the bed, seeing Harper half hiding under the blanket.

"We will continue this." he demanded and she scoffed.

"No. We will not. I've had enough of you and your desire to bed me. Send me home." She snapped, a bit shaken.

He grinned darkly and shook his head. "We've only just begun, Harper."

And he was gone.