AN: So, I'm going to repeat here what I did for my fic 'Stolen', I didn't want to make you all wait this long and I'm not going to offer any excuses. I just hope you enjoy the update and I hope I won't keep you waiting as long for the next one.

Warning: Lots of sexual content contained within. You have been warned and some of you are delighted.

Chapter 10:

Shortly after dark had settled over the outside landscape, the train slowed to a halt. Clessa and Anne both moved to the large windows of their new accommodations to see if they could ascertain why. They'd been riding in the plush train car for only a few hours before they found themselves looking outside for some sign of why they'd stopped. Neither female could see anything. The moon had yet to rise and the stars did little to brighten the bleak, impossibly flat world beyond the windows.

"I don't see anything." Anne moved from across the train and looked out the same window as Clessa, as though the change of venue would improve the visibility of the outside world. "It's the same over here."

"Maybe there's something wrong with the train."

"There's nothing wrong with the train." The gravely voice drew Clessa's attention to the forward part of the train car. She wondered how it was that the doors never seemed to make any noise when he opened them but whenever she tried, they groaned like a painfully dying man.

"Then where are we?"

"Your new home."

The answer took her by surprise. She'd never considered where she would exist outside of this train. She supposed she never really expected to make it off this train alive despite the declarations made by both the bastard that was slowly walking toward her and the translated decrees of the young queen.

"And where would that be?"

"The place of my birth."

She frowned for a moment before deciphering his little riddle. Sola Mira. Their new home was a vampire hive. Suddenly dying on this train didn't sound so terrible.

"How are we supposed to live there?"

"The same way you do here. You breath, you eat, you sleep," he stopped in front of her and ran his hand into her hair, bringing his mouth to her ear, "you fuck." He whispered.

She stood stark still and ignored the heat between her legs that had started the moment she'd become aware of his presence. She finally felt like herself mentally once more but she still didn't have her body back. Whatever he'd done to her, she couldn't shake. She wasn't sure if she'd ever felt anything more frustrating. She wanted to hit him when she heard his dark chuckle in her ear but she was actually afraid to even move. The longer he stood there, the more she wanted to spin around and rub against him like she was a god damned cat in heat. She honestly didn't think she could hate him any more than she did a day ago but he'd managed it perfectly. She turned her eyes to Anne. She used the presence of the little girl to calm herself down as much as she possibly could.

"As much as I would love to satisfy you at the moment, we need to be going." He knew how her body was reacting to him and she couldn't stop the flush she felt flood her cheeks. It was humiliating.

"Fuck you." She wasn't sure if she was cursing his lewd innuendo or his lack of action. Either way, she was pissed… and frustrated.

"Maybe I'll be able to figure something out on the way." Clessa just groaned. She almost whined when he pulled away. She was glad she was able to control it though, or she would have killed herself right then. "I have an errand to run. Be ready to leave in two hours." She felt his hand linger on her waist, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her stomach until the distance between them was too great. She listened to the sound of his boots echo off the walls before the sound disappeared. Only then did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Are you ok? You're face is really red." Anne came back from her corner that she'd moved to without being told.

"I'll be fine." Clessa lied.

XxX

"My uncle is a priest. He will come for me, he'll come for you." The young blond spat from inside her cage.

Black Hat stepped up to the metal bars and with an amount of enjoyment he should be ashamed of, he growled right back. "I'm absolutely counting on it." And with that he swept out of the room his human had occupied only hours before. Now, to escort said woman to Sola Mira.

XxX

While he could appreciate the irony of being a vampire and riding on a solar powered bike, he didn't like the machines themselves. He'd grown so used to moving inhumanly fast under his own power these days that he no longer valued the clunky contraptions. Familiars were their main beneficiaries but tonight, he'd found a reason to like them once more. He rode with Clessa, his body molded around hers as she was positioned in front of him. Holding her with one arm wrapped around her middle, he kept the bike on its course with his free hand. Even with the wind screaming past them, he could still smell the effect he continued to have on her. He wondered how long it would last and if he repeated the process in the future, if the same effect could be expected. If so, he would keep her drugged on him thus keeping her pliant, willing and ready for him whenever he had need of her.

She seemed to have regained her mental faculties, no longer acting drugged or intoxicated but he could easily tell that her body remained highly drawn to him. Even now, she couldn't seem to stop her body from moving against his in a way that had nothing to do with keeping herself securely fastened to the bike. She'd balked at riding with him, probably because she didn't trust herself, saw her body as treacherous and him as evil for causing and taking full advantage of it. He didn't care what she thought of it, he just cared that it was what it was. As such, he let the hand that held her tightly to him begin roaming. There was little else to do after all. The ride would be uneventful over the flat, sandy terrain. First, he allowed himself to enjoy the softness of a breast through the fabric of her dress, the flesh made cool by the night air as it whipped by and sapped the heat from her. Her body arched slightly in reaction before she seemed to try to control herself, bringing one of her hands up in a vain attempt at staying his hand. He instead took her hand, squeezing it tightly enough to deliver his message before placing it back down on the pommel of the bike, bidding her to just keep hold and not to interfere with his ministrations. His hand quickly returned to her breast and he gave the hardened nipple beneath a rough tweak, hard enough to elicit a gasp from her that he could hear over the din of the wind. He continued with this for a time, switching between each mound before he finally grew bored and wished to up the stakes. She no longer wore one of her dresses, the garment being completely unsuited to transportation such as this. He'd given her a pair of slacks that he'd requisitioned from the previous town. They fit her loosely and were fairly unattractive on her if he were being honest but right now, that didn't matter. He slid his hand down her abdomen and straight under the band of the oversized clothing.

Black Hat groaned when he felt just how drenched her sex was and then he groaned a second time when her bottom pressed back and wriggled against his uncomfortably confined erection. With little thought besides the female that sat trapped in front of him, he pressed three fingers as deeply as he could inside of her, hearing her moan loudly. He then attacked her neck, pleased with himself that he'd had her bind her hair tightly against her skull in the form of a thick braid. He lathed his tongue over her pulse point. His teeth and jaw actually ached with the desire to pierce her flesh and drink deeply from her while he kept his drenched digits pumping inside of her, curling up against her walls while the heal of his palm pressed and slid against her pebbled clit. The desire was so great that he let his fangs press against her with almost enough pressure to break the skin. Almost instinctively, he let them cut into her delicate flesh but only barely similar the night before when he had healed her. He worried at the flesh with his tongue for a short time before he gently bit deeper into her.

He expected her to scream and tense against him, instead she continued with her previous moans, not even trying to pull her neck away from his feeding mouth in even the slightest manner. Black Hat no longer believed in a heaven or hell but he knew that as this moment, he was closer to that paradigm than ever before. He didn't drink deeply as his attention was still split between the intoxicating taste of her and the way she was currently, rhythmically clenching around his still pumping fingers. That's when he actually heard her scream into the night but it wasn't one of pain. He released her neck at the same time, letting his tongue heal her once more. This must be what the queen did to her, numbed her against the pain of feeding as a consideration to the human female. He simply hadn't known he could do it and more importantly, hadn't cared. He did now though. He found he preferred her compliance and pleasure to her fight and pain. He might have scoffed at the thought as some horrible human remnant from his previous life but in light of what the young queen had done as well, he let this newer intention toward his possession take hold without so much as single self deprecating thought.

Just as he was finished with her neck, he pulled his hand from her, his fingers, all the way up to his wrist, coated in her nectar. He smiled devilishly as he wasted no time in pressing them into her mouth before the wind could dry the viscous substance that coated them. She gave a groan but didn't hesitate or attempt to thwart his crude intentions at all. Instead he felt her warm little tongue dance across his digits, greedily taking what he'd offered her. He couldn't help but wonder if his small dosage had increased his affect on her again as he removed his fingers, gripped her chin and twisted her back so that he could capture her lips with his own. He smiled lightly against her mouth, as he tasted her release as he slipped into her mouth. She seemed to slump bonelessly into him once he pulled away, his arm once more taking on its original position around her center but now holding her to him even more possessively than before. In the distance, Sola Mira took shape. He took that moment to glance behind him and at the second bike carrying his only trusted familiar and the little girl. His eyes then swept farther out and saw the handful of warriors and the young queen as they easily kept pace with the human machines and their odd assortment of living cargo.

He smiled into Clessa's neck, nipped at it harmlessly and relished the thought of the next time he'd be here, returning victorious.