Chap 11 A Bite Out of Reality

"What should I do?"

Elizabeth's speech came across like a hushed whisper through a haze of whirling sensations, and immense confusion. However, mostly everything that was occurring to her right this instant was a result of her concentrated longing for Jack. There seemed to be a certain watershed of sentiments…..like the dam had broken and this magnificent torrent of rushing and raging force of wild waters surged forth, forever sweeping forward with this indomitable determination. Jack was doing something to her—Elizabeth felt it. She'd experienced traces of these special nuances before when they made love, but now he was not holding back either. Elizabeth had given consent for Jack Sparrow to bring her into the realm of immortality—perpetual life. The influential powers he brandished would affect all Elizabeth's five senses. They would circumvent her own will, only keeping her baser instincts intact, but sharpened. If that could be the cluster of words used for Elizabeth to describe this rush of conglomerate feelings, it was well suited.

Sparrow had stopped kissing her to gain breath and proffer a tiny chuckle. As they lay on the blanket atop the beach, he held her safely cradled within his arms. Jack only paused to admire her, to examine each delicate nuance of her feminine features and convince himself this was really happening. For a second-time Jack Sparrow was plucking Elizabeth Swann out from all others to be his own queen, but in a completely different mantle. The first had been a mere physical conquering, but this was a far greater commitment; he was claiming her soul to cleave unto his own as well…forever.

Elizabeth was brave and bold as brass, but poised in front of this critical threshold she was scared. Jack knew on a clairvoyant level that she understood what this night would hold for her. This phase would be a considerable leap, and therefore she harbored a primal and innate fear. Jack owned her fear completely. Even he had harbored trepidations when faced with transformation. But this was different, Jack was bonding himself to Elizabeth with a passionate and fervent love which already existed. Their love was so prevailing, it was a constant flame which burned on its own coals. Even Sparrow could not imagine what pyromancy would foster when joined in a forever scenario with Elizabeth.

Sparrow sought to guide her through this rough adventure, offering to be at her service. He remembered it well when Elizabeth made love for the first time and chose him. Jack sailed her through that experience easily enough, bringing out Elizabeth's own natural ardor. He was confident of doing it again, guiding Elizabeth through tumultuous waters and twine their powers to lighten the burden. Jack would hope this time as well to abate her fears and lessen the agony of transforming into a vampire. He was there for her completely, bound by his love. So, this was not so much a question of trust, because Elizabeth gave herself over to Jack long ago. This was a residue of primeval distress, an instinctive, elemental fear stirring up defensive reflexes by her human form dreading to cross the line into the unknown realm of supernatural.

"Y' know, darlin'….I don't quite imagine you'd put as much consideration frettin' over losin' yer virginity as y' are losin' the mantle of bein' mortal, eh?" Jack mused, his voice a low treble and distinctive tease.

Elizabeth discerned Sparrow next to her somewhere and opened her amber eyes to focus upon him. Jack was grinning down at her with that sage and foxy grin she usually resented. That certain smirk always represented his superiority in wisdom over her, and granted his twenty some years her senior had earned Jack that privilege. But many times without realizing it, Elizabeth envied his knowledge. At times she would discover her jealousy extended to his knowledge of the sea, or crafting charts, or even his pirate-like maneuvers in battle when overtaking another ship. Elizabeth studied how accurately Jack could judge people's motives…yes, all that and more. But Elizabeth had to remind herself a good deal of her own knowledge had been gleaned by learning from Sparrow. Her envy was balanced by the recognition of Jack having earned his place on that pedestal. Jack had lived harder and longer than her, but shared his experience with Elizabeth. He brought out the best in her, and she saw Jack's qualities shine in his love. Only Elizabeth saw the genuine warmth Sparrow had, unlike others who feared him or faced the gloating and cocky grin. So, when she saw that infamous grin, it had to be kept in perspective.

"What do you mean?" she asked with a brittle tenor, betraying her innermost sensitivity.

"Lizzie…stop worryin', eh? I told you, I'll make this as pleasant as I can so yer not t' fret, alright?"

"Sorry. I cannot help it, Jack. It is not every day I lose my life."

Elizabeth stated her rebuke, but realized she had been too harsh on Sparrow to attack him. Right away she redirected that feeling to one of being demure and her address was completely coy, and fresh in manner to ensure it would not sound like carping to Jack. This was not glib banter either between them, and Elizabeth distinguished that as well. She was not trying to jab at Jack's character or put him off. The fact was, her thoughts were in a jumble and Elizabeth had no idea why she reacted the way she had. Nervousness, perhaps? The last thing she wanted to do was alienate Sparrow or leave a false impression with him that would project anything less other than her loving him…or wanting this.

It had not put him off. Jack's impressions saw way past Elizabeth's own understanding of intent. He knew the circumstance was pretty elementary to him for having gone through it. His focus was to stay grounded and not get lost in his own primal desires. Jack lusted after Elizabeth for so long, and so intently that nothing on earth would have deviated him from this course of action. He already knew what he wanted, and he was getting closer to it in every moment which lapsed. Sparrow's veins were already awash with hints of obsession over the notion. Those ideas being stoked daily with a potent desire and perfect love. It sometimes felt like hot lava running through every part of him; each blood vessel and limb radiant with his desire. In fact, far more energy was consumed with Sparrow fighting to hold back his natural inclinations, rather than allow himself free license and reign to run full throttle. It was all about Elizabeth now, and he would do whatever she wanted, even walk away if this was a life she decided to refuse or follow. To protect her from himself, it would kill him, but Sparrow would walk.

This was Elizabeth in his arms. This was the single woman who was conceived and born into this plane of existence specifically for him. Jack acknowledged that the second his eyes met hers. He admitted it even when Elizabeth kissed him passionately, and then sacrificed his life to the Kraken. Jack Sparrow recognized the providence which brought them together, because it was settled within his heart and spirit—Elizabeth Swann was his. The only female on the face of this planet that suited him well. Once he obtained immortality, having her too was a commitment Sparrow made in the back of his mind. He secretly promised himself that he would spend eternity with her, despite her wedding Turner—if she'd have him.

So, with all that history and foresight burning like a perpetual eternal flame at the back of his skull, Jack was ready. He was well versed in preparing for this major event and going to execute this ritual unparalleled. So, concentrated in how to execute his efforts in this rite, Sparrow planned to be unsurpassed as the only vampire to indoctrinate another, to make some aspects pleasant for her.

Embracing Elizabeth securely in one arm, Jack's other hand came up and gently glided his index finger to flip a mass of blonde hair away from her cheek, coincidently exposing her neck. He felt her body instantly tense. Jack halted from taking this further, his only design at the moment was to kiss her, but Elizabeth's apprehension rose quickly into a defensive rigidity. Realizing this, his foxy grin had sprouted with amusement. Once more his countenance lit up with an aura of impish humor, because she was adorable to him. Jack's obsidian eyes were so alive and twinkling with mischief, but she detected his flirtatiousness when catching his grinning at her again—still.

"You've a rather grim outlook, luv. I quite assure you, it's not like that….not a 'tall."

"What would you have me believe, Jack? I see it as a rather cut and dry situation. At some point, I assume you must bite my neck…..I…..I am merely bracing for it, that is all. I cannot view that as being pleasant in any way shape or form!"

"I know, an' yer right in a lot of ways, eh? However, y' don't 'ave to fret as much as y' are, luv. I've got a way t' put a lot of m'self into this endeavor…wantin' to make it easy fer you. I'll do this proper, but only when yer relaxed n' stop waitin' for it, then."

"Well, that is simply going to be impossible. I know it is coming, therefore I am too preoccupied with waiting for it."

"Ah! So, I observe….." Sparrow's voice went deep and cagey, never losing his sinister smile.

Elizabeth admirably argued her point, which was a good one to express in lieu of what she was expecting to happen. Seeing it from her side, she expected that any moment Sparrow would lunge! However, Jack was already the in the choir now being preached to—he knew Elizabeth was apprehensive. That is why he had his own style on hand to implement. Jack was contriving a means to take his time going about it, and use his alchemic talents to 'divert' her worst expectations. Of course, he would not disclose to her 'how' he was going to handle this. He did not give Elizabeth a step-by-step preview the first time he made love to her either! She trusted him then and followed his lead. Jack was trying to get Elizabeth into that same mindset; realize he knew what he was doing. Again, Sparrow chuckled darkly, shaking his head slightly over this new obstacle. Elizabeth—always s wanting to control everything, even this! He took a deep breath, lowered his chin so that his ebony eyes were level to hers.

"Look Lizzie, I do 'ave a bit of experience under me belt, do I not? An' I think you've got the sand t' go through wiv it. Now, I've got the tricks up me sleeve, no doubt. But that's t' pull it off so's you won't really mind what's happenin'…..if only you'd let me!" Jack purred with a knowledgeable grin, then tapped the end of her nose playfully with his finger.

Elizabeth was mortified. How could she manage to make a muddle of this too? Completely depleted from running on raw nerves and exasperated, she sighed and went completely limp in Jack's arms; a total collapse. Elizabeth's head fell off to one side as if she fainted, purely performing in a comical act to alleviate the tension. It was so out of character of her playing out that sort of funny scenario, that it took Jack by surprise. He never thought Elizabeth would do that to make fun of herself. Naturally, Jack laughed at her comedic antics while he felt the tension leave her body as she lay there wilted within his arms. If that were not zany enough, Elizabeth began to 'pep talk' herself into this, another element of humor which amused Jack even more since this was such an odd thing for her to do.

"Alright, Elizabeth…..you can do this! You know you want this….want Jack, and all you have to do is—"

Before Elizabeth could complete that self-encouraging speech, Jack dove in for a kiss. She was too damned cute an irresistible not to. He simply could not help himself or hold off any longer in needing to kiss her. Elizabeth threw her arms around his neck and once more they engaged in a kiss of all time—one which stole their breath away and caused spirits soaring to new heights. The entire time Jack struggled to remain focused, combatting his own wanton desires to sexually plunder her. Jack knew he needed prudence, to be precise and calculate the moment when he'd choose to bite her. The craving for her sweet blood was enormous, so strong that Jack's arousal was impossible to ignore. A few times Elizabeth reached for him, but he stopped her. Sparrow was already too excited and stimulated beyond where he needed to be. His control had to last a long way tonight, so that was not an advisable maneuver or option to consider. Not making it a major point of contention, Jack was slick in maneuvering himself out of the way so Elizabeth could not 'upset the apple cart.'

Several moments of passionate kissing had sent Elizabeth reeling. Her head started sinking into that intensified 'buzzing' sensation which she had felt before, feeling that convert into small ripples of physical pleasure. However, only now Elizabeth could not pullout of it. She felt Jack shifting above her, hearing him mutter some words about their wearing too many clothes. Soon Elizabeth felt herself being divested of certain garments here and there. It was too difficult handling practical moves when her head was foggy most the time. Try as she may to think clearly, to discern what Jack was doing, but she couldn't. Elizabeth imagined short clippings of information which came to her. Yes, Jack was doing something sexual to her, but it was not simply a kiss, or a mere nibble, or soft licks in places which pleased her immensely.

Right now, Elizabeth was amid a struggle, but that was for mental clarification. All too soon that would transition into a battle where her body would fight to cleave unto life. Where she was going, it was not something a mortal physique could handle. The natural order of her physical form had to release itself to the abyss; the continuum of life as she knew it would be no more. No matter how she'd battle, Elizabeth's natural life would ebb and cease to exist. In its place, she'd become the same thing as Jack.

Now Elizabeth was struggling for coherence, to follow the steps and patterns of what was happening to her. Jack was making love to her, experiencing pleasures they had experienced before. But there was a distinct difference, there was some sort of mental enhancement. Elizabeth thought perhaps Sparrow was injecting some mental powers over her? She was not sure. Elizabeth kept saying to herself: be ready and brace for the precise moment. Jack was undoubtedly 'doing' things to her cosmically, eradicating the fear and replacing it with immense pleasure. Elizabeth was not cognizant of how he did it, only feeling the residue effects of his efforts. They were pleasant. However, the longer she felt Jack's lips cruise over the mounds of her breasts, the plateau of her stomach, and then felt him lilting lower to the valley of her sex, enormous pleasure consumed her. Elizabeth felt herself melting into a pool of molten liquid. She had never desired a man so much, or coveted copulation with him to this extent in her entire life! Elizabeth felt radiantly sexy, as if she had partaken of some incredible aphrodisiac making her nerve endings become vibrant and alive.

Sparrow made love to Elizabeth, but it was completely different. He never had need to use his powers in this fashion until now. A supernatural means to weave silken threads of sensual control around Elizabeth's psyche, doing that to sedate her in order to seduce and eliminate fear. Jack needed to apply a different protocol since this was a unique union. It was made complex by the fact of his own libido needing to be corralled since his blood was up. The craving to feed his insatiable hankering for Elizabeth's blood made Sparrow raw and almost sadistic. His method was to interchange quickly between those perimeters of sex play and serious business. Jack had been desiring Elizabeth for months if not years on end. And now it had culminated into this last and solitary act. This bond would be solidifying her to be his forever. Jack Sparrow was delirious with the idea, yet distracted by his own sexual need of wanting her. He was combatting his innermost vampirical nature to ravage Elizabeth outright, against running past that rough course to maintain valor and keep a perimeter of thoughtfulness. Jack's control was imperative for carving out the precise moment when his fantasy was to come true and reach fruition. So, a lot was banking on this act, a prerequisite to remain cautious and acutely aware to recognize the right moment when to bite. Drinking Elizabeth's blood to end her mortal life was no easy task.

Jack was enticing Elizabeth along this erotic route nicely, altering between fair and unfair teasing methods to excite her. Sparrow wanted her boiling to the point of forgetting what was to take place. Thus far, that ploy was working. Sparrow knew how to dance with her brain waves, darting in-between Elizabeth's reality and sexual perception. After all, Jack Sparrow was a pirate first and foremost! Elizabeth had already been used to his raw sexual tastes and animal lusts when set free. At times these carnal games were more fun for Elizabeth than Jack. Their styles of sex play were so closely matched and complementary. Within their historic walk as a couple, they could sense each other out sexually sans problems.

Elizabeth was not totally aware, but if she were watching herself now, she'd be shocked and amazed. Out of control by the enormity of her wanton appetites, she was the one demanding lurid deeds to satisfy her. Elizabeth's fantasies multiplied with Jack secretly influencing her. Elizabeth was being cajoled under this spell where Sparrow had her catering to her own libido. The way she demanded Jack to perform for her while in this altered state was shocking. Elizabeth was nearly operating in an out-of-body experience, as if her spirit soared above the sands, peering down at Jack and herself. She observed as spectator, watching bodies situated upon this small patch of fabric and making passionate love.

Suddenly there was a sweeping rush, a sound as if there was a wind of hurricane force. Elizabeth saw in her mind's eyes this pinpoint ball of flashing light before her that grew; a pair of eyes appeared….Jack's ebony eyes were in front of her. They were keen, sharply honed, and narrowed into a predatory stare. Elizabeth became lost as she connected with them, nearly shivering to climax then. The sight of Sparrow's dark and infernal glower of pure, sexual energy had knitted with her latent desires. Elizabeth fell into a deeper trance, perfectly attuned and driven by insatiable urges to touch and taste him. When Jack tilted himself upward in a lift of his pelvis, each were absorbed within this frenzied whirlwind. Jack delivered a series of thrusts which yielded a new dose of pleasure within her. An escalation of stimulation that accelerated and caught Elizabeth just the right way. The rhythmic timing sent her off to a place of ravenous hunger. She was almost there.

There was a rush of flames blazing and flickering into her cheeks. The blaring glare which came from a blush ignited within Jack's dark, black eyes. She felt urgency as Sparrow sauntered her closer and closer to the edge of her finish. His touch was scorching every inch of her exposed flesh; fingers brandished special places along Elizabeth's swan-like neck. When his lips traced a nipple and suckled hard, Sparrow waited for her to arch upwards with augmented lust. When Elizabeth responded as he conspired, Jack nibbled slightly harder to elicit a hiss. The surge of sizzling, erotic, pleasure and pain ensued. It struck a root of sensation which made a spiral descent into her groin, disrupting into an electrical charge. Elizabeth was lost in this tumultuous sea of tantalizing greed. She willingly gave herself over to it and the rougher strokes Jack taunting her with. Elizabeth was so excited by Jack's movements that she was quite equipped to handle more.

A distinctly harder and sharper sensation stung her neck at the peak of her arousal. Elizabeth heard her own voice begging for Jack to take her, it sounded like an ardent and feral call. It was much too base and lewd for a lady to request, but undoubtedly Elizabeth heard her voice call out demands to Jack all the same. Sparrow did not seem like a real entity. He was this teasing figment of her imagination that alighted around her. Elizabeth ascended into this heady whirl, driven by the sheer force of what Sparrow seemed to be manifesting in this bizarre vortex of sexual pleasure. Jack knew the depth of her passions well and how to wield this force, cultivating it to his advantage. Sparrow understood how to guide Elizabeth to the discerning moment; churn this into a combustion of desire. He used all the skills and precision of hands, mouth, and tongue wherever Elizabeth asked. He was compelled to comply and satisfy her while she was locked in this erotic trance. And Sparrow knew how to mix just enough danger in his lovemaking, a clever tool to inflame her desire for heightened results. Jack plucked those extra shards of pleasure and spoon fed them to her at an alarming pace. Jack merely reaped the rewards of his brigand behavior and waited for the moment to bite.

But now it was time. No more extended verbal repartee based on curiosity, or prolonged sex play for stoking the limits. If Sparrow missed his mark, another chance might not occur. He had meticulously manipulated Elizabeth into such a zenith of desire that she glowered hungrily at him. Jack returned a gaze which was sizzling, fiery, and filled with an incomparable lust. She wanted him. Elizabeth had to get behind those midnight black eyes, to share his view of this experience—feel, sense, and taste what the Pirate Lord Jack Sparrow was feeling behind that twisted countenance of pleasure.

However much to her delight and feral desire, Jack rose the stakes and got rougher with her. A voice inside her head whispered it was time. She was not afraid of Jack's lust unfurled; Elizabeth welcomed it. She too was partially in in cinders, insatiable while her own hunger burned wild like a raging fire. It was an incredible want, impossible to contain, and the only one thing left to do was unleash the untamed beast to let it roam as required.

Another fleeting thought hit her mind, only a instant of decorum which reminded Elizabeth that they were out in the open on a beach for goodness sake! She thought about the drunk, and even though Elizabeth was saddled within this trance-like state, it also took her beyond the borders of reality. She saw a fleeting image of Jack Sparrow enter into her mind as he walked the old man into the woods. Elizabeth did not know why this image haunted her psyche, but it soon faded.

Elizabeth was overpowered by the bruising kiss she felt Sparrow land upon her lips. His tongue coiling into her mouth and wrestling with hers had extracted a hedonistic moan. It was at last the time to reap the just desserts from the power Sparrow wielded. Soon, in her new form Elizabeth would understand, would comprehend that she would be his match. No such fool would ever dare walk up the cliffs stairs of her home and accost her again. She would be a powerful creature of formidable means and cut down those who sought her end. She would personify the very traits of a perpetual storm, and her enemies would taste a tempest's wrath named Elizabeth, indeed!

No word of direction was needed to part from her panting lips, no rasp or alluring plea be uttered, and no sign of aberration would interrupt what was to happen. The stage set, Sparrow launched the beginning of the end, knowing she'd react. Elizabeth stared into Jack's obsidian orbs and mentally conveyed clues of what she desired. She wondered if he had integrated his mind with hers and could discern the internal dialogue. Elizabeth invited him to proceed, that he could strike the fatal blow. Sparrow attempted to varnish over her voracity and encompass his own instincts to heed her. Jack combated that urge because he had to set the pace as experience taught him. A mere touch would shoot Elizabeth soaring over the wave with him, since they were both guided under his expertise.

Now Sparrow was on high alert, attentive to her and organized enough to stake his claim within the very next maneuver. Elizabeth's body was tantalized and primed; a bud of raw nerves which required a frenzied release. But Jack knew Elizabeth was riding this hot crest of sensory pleasure and he strived to have their union last just a bit longer, if only to savor the sizzle of victory before completing the deed beyond her awareness. Jack had groomed her perfectly to the point of cockily grinning down at her petite and panting frame under him. Jack licked the arch of her neck and Elizabeth crooned while he lasciviously prompted,

"No…that won't do a 'tall," Jack breathed into Elizabeth's ear, nipping and tugging at her lobe with his suddenly sharper teeth raking down the side of her ivory neck, "…..I know y' can do better than that, luv…I fancy a cheerin' section, tho―what will y' 'ave me do t' you, eh? What do y' want, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth was flushed, her body engorged and jam-packed with yearning. But she defiantly closed her eyes to avoid meeting Jack's piercing orbs. They were alluring, poised, and aimed to catapult her into that whirling spin. They seemed too strong, burning holes which seared into her head. Elizabeth was aware of his fingers visiting spots where his touch burned desire. Elizabeth saw Sparrow like the ball of fire in her mind, her own fingertips singed when gliding them over Sparrow's rock-hard muscles. Jack exuded more of the same magnetism while delivering a stealth performance. The secret was locked in his movements during a slow grind, he cultivated more heat within Elizabeth's body, and then switched to rapid thrusting. But his intense gaze monitored and penetrated past the physical limitations. Jack inhabited her spirit, imbibing Elizabeth with intoxicating sensory rushes which matched his tactile strokes. Sparrow achieved a mesmerizing grip on her psychically and that produced a whirling rush surrounding her innermost thoughts. Those powerful corporal images could not be diminished by Sparrow's shifting hips, only enhanced.

And then there was Jack Sparrow's sultry, one of a kind voice. It held a novel tone and rich dimension to it, one which command attention. It was sensually alluring and yet sneakily persuading Elizabeth at the same time. A true mixture developing a exceptional effect which was hypnotic and enthralling the senses in Elizabeth's orbit. She had an insatiable need to hear and focus upon Jack's velvety voice. She could not ignore it and adhered to every suggestion it dispensed. Whatever Sparrow crooned, had manifested itself into Elizabeth's reality. She heard echoes of her own voice answering him, as if singing from that distant tunnel…..a place so remote Elizabeth could not see it's source, but still she heard herself answer his requests. The fascinating thing was, when Sparrow asked for more 'lively' vocal support from her, much to her and his surprise, Elizabeth heard herself brazenly stammer,

"I….I want more….no, I….I won't beg….." she moaned as if in a sublime rapture of her own burgeoning willpower surging forth.

"Yes, yes y' mos' certainly will….mark me, says I…b'cause I say that y' will."

Sparrow had worried he may have been mistaken and lost influence over her before the crucial moment. He instantly tried to exact his will upon Elizabeth by executing that hypnotically, but at the same time outwardly delivered a delicious tease. Jack's game plan as before was deploying sexual tricks to gain access to Elizabeth's subconscious mind. Sparrow began using a grinding motion into her again, bearing down his concentration on all sensitive parts. Elizabeth boldly thrust back with that same defiance, bucking greedily after Jack and growling a savage reply; a sexual avarice which Sparrow appreciated. Elizabeth thrusted upwards and announced loudly with a pant,

"You shall do it….as I say…"

Writhing, thrusting, grinding―Elizabeth was evidently close by her own, unrestrained standards and the way she grating against Jack. They were both at the pinnacle of this dance of arching and undulating hips. Each struggling desperately with their need for that explosive release. Jack knew it was now or never, just when he'd got her at the proper point. Now Jack would deliver the devil's kiss and drink her blood. There was only a few more moments left to this tempest pace of twisting bodies. Elizabeth felt herself floating about in some euphoric haze. The only thing which kept her grounded was the sound of Jack's breathing and the syncopated thrusts.

Elizabeth had not been aware of anything more than a slight sting upon her neck, just a simple scraping sensation like a fingernail would produce. Suddenly there was a burst of white blazing lights flooding her inner vision. Elizabeth seemed to float away in this abrupt chasm. There was no darkness, but a prism of rainbow colored lights above. Elizabeth thought maybe she saw the stars in the night sky. With that wave of blinding lights her body convulsed into a full-bodied spasm—the most exquisite combination of pleasure and pain she ever experienced. Elizabeth climaxed and then heard it—a shrill cry. It was unlike any sound she ever heard or witnessed from any other. It mimicked the arduous last throes of someone who was injured or—dying? It sounded like this poor woman was being strangled to death perhaps?

Once Jack discovered a small pocket of pleasure within her, it was over. He pumped himself savagely into Elizabeth, holding fast onto her shoulders to brace himself. Jack nearly drowned in the savory flavor of her liquid gold as it squirt into his mouth. At the very last, Jack reached his own crescendo with a blinding rush; spinning out into the universe and landing with a guttural grunt. He instantly released his sharp teeth from Elizabeth's neck, groaning to a few lazy thrusts to reap the last shards of pleasure. The sound of his satisfied moan was heard as Sparrow's head dropped onto Elizabeth's heaving chest. Eyes shut and mouth opened with a desperate gasp for air, he lay there a few moments to catch his breath and gain perspective.

Jack's lips still carried traces of Elizabeth's thick blood upon them. He quickly licked them clean while struggling to preserve consciousness. Sparrow was drunk, laden with a heady intoxication which went far beyond rum. To quench his thirst on Elizabeth's sweet nectar had been haunting Sparrow for months on end. Now to finally revel in that bliss for only a few moments more, Jack had to forgive himself for basking in that luxury. Elizabeth's blood was the sweetest of any he'd ever ingested since he turned into a predatory creature. The elixir was so rare and exotic to his palate, it was capable of rendering Sparrow dizzy from the potent effects.

All too soon, Jack gathered his wits from the necessity to stay 'frosty.' It was on to the next phase of this venture and Jack was not yet finished. There was no rest for him after his sharp incisors abandoned Elizabeth's tender flesh. Sparrow had delivered immense pleasure with more certainty than ever, but he also dealt a lethal death blow to Elizabeth. He sufficiently fed and left her bereft of life in her natural form. Although Jack's head felt groggy, he had to be on top of his game and follow through with the task. It was his promise and now duty to guide Elizabeth through to the grand finale, her next step at becoming a vampire. Sparrow was pleased his bite had given her a final blast of enormous pleasure to dissuade the obvious unpleasantness of the deed. But they were at the midway point and he had to press onward.

He was currently forcing his eyes open to keep vigil over her. Sparrow was feeling groggy, but mentally alert just enough to gauge her condition and discern where Elizabeth was within the process of transition. Scoping her present status with his astute senses through that psychic connection to her, Jack realized she was in immense pain. It was par for the course and he expected that. When his vision cleared up, Jack also could see Elizabeth's visage wincing in agony. Her lovely features were riddled with creases and distortion. Her petite body twitched and twisted within Jack's arms as the metamorphosis started. All these tumultuous alterations made Elizabeth emergent with appetite, and one which required an immediate sustenance—blood. Sparrow knew he could ease her convulsions by administering what her newly forming body wanted, just enough to maintain her strength so Elizabeth could execute her initial kill.

Not wasting another minute of watching her suffer, Jack went for his wrist, taking it into his mouth and with razor-sharp, vampire teeth, bit. He began rending his own flesh to open a vein at the soft pulse-point. A show of rich, maroon hued blood glistened instantly within the moonlight as he began to bleed. Sparrow quickly presented his arm to the dazed Elizabeth's lips. Shaking profusely and unaware of what he had done, she continued to writhe and tremor with tremendous want. Jack gently but firmly pressed his bleeding wrist closer to her mouth and spoke using a louder but imposing tenor.

"Right…y' mus' finish it, Elizabeth…drink."

Once more Sparrow ordered a command and pressed his bloodied wrist to her mouth. At first, Elizabeth was not coherent to guess what he was doing, therefore had not responded. Jack was concerned if this was purposeful denial or her being too disabled. He spoke again, just a few words prompting her to drink, only now he pressed his wrist directly against her lips. The texture and taste of the warm fluid coerced her to tentatively lick at the blood. It contained a strange but alluring quality and scent which sparked an instant and voracious craving to partake. Whatever this substance was, Elizabeth heard Jack's coaching for her to resume, but it was not necessary. Nor did she find the substance distasteful. This time she responded with an immediate sense of urgency. Her turnabout was almost identical, imitating the dynamics of climactic frenzy as before. Elizabeth reached that zenith of feral determination, as soon as her inner psyche became cognizant. The longer Elizabeth drank, the quicker it became a fruited ambrosia of savory flavors that she craved more.

Elizabeth was snared within this pocket of altered reality, not aware of anything much other than hoovering between two worlds of opposing factions; a place where one departed and went elsewhere. A corner of existence where simple sensations ruled and base desires required fulfillment. Her soul lingered within the ballast, this strange funnel of flickering lights and subtle sounds, and none of it making sense to her. However, the taste of this warm essence took precedence over everything else. She drank and felt a spark of energy strengthen her limbs…and Elizabeth greedily wanted more.

Jack bit his lower lip as sharp teeth were sinking deeper into his wrist. It stopped for a second when Elizabeth shifted her head slightly, adjusting to apply her mouth at an angle to obtain a better flow of the coveted fluid. Then Sparrow felt another searing bite, Elizabeth latching on and feeding with a frenzied enthusiasm—a fervor which was nearly uncontrollable for Jack to handle. He tolerated the enormity of her need, satisfying the first level of Elizabeth's newly inspired hunger. Jack tried to settle into the discomfort, sealing his lips with a taut grimace, wincing still while waiting for the first anticipated sign. Soon he would have to signal Elizabeth when to stop and draw his wrist away.

At the ravenous rate she fed from him, it only took a few more minutes. That intense whipping sensation hit Sparrow hard like a sledgehammer against his skull. The crucial moment had arrived to sever his wrist from her lips, denying Elizabeth from the essence she craved. When Jack tried to pull away, she grabbed his arm refusing to relinquish it. Unable to tolerate the risk of becoming drained himself, Jack had to forcefully tug his wrist from Elizabeth's grasp. As soon as her mouth was freed, Sparrow heard Elizabeth gasp loudly as if she had surfaced from a deep well; waking from a dream, she instantly called out for him.

"Jack…..Jack!"

"I'm here, darlin'….yer right in me arms, feel me?" he answered with a gentle jostle to prove his presence.

Elizabeth felt disoriented, but had automatically gained recognition of being on the beach, and immediately remembered calling out for Jack. Her eyes wide opened and seeing him next to her, this was the first recollection she had of the old world. That first remembrance was entirely of Jack Sparrow. Elizabeth sensed an overwhelming and creeping terror, as if lost and wading through smoky mists of a stormy night. When she reached out into the darkness for him, he was there. Jack was her symbolic anchor to any sort of life. Jack indeed was holding on to Elizabeth, when she suddenly felt a twisting stab of sharp pain in her bowels. The tendrils of that same spasm shot upwards to encompass her chest and neck. When Elizabeth heaved, she doubled up and gasped to fill her lugs with air. Bent over she made it through several frightening waves of this awful cramping. Through this appalling reaction, her only touchstone was Jack's mellow voice and strong arms about her.

"S'alright, then….this is what 'appens, eh? Jus' hang on a bit longer, Lizzie…" Jack encouraged Elizabeth, holding her hand and squeezing it, "…yer doing great, luv….only one more thin' to do an' you'll be on the mend, eh?"

Sparrow's voice reassured her, his instruction resonating within her ears in that distinctive cadence. She also felt Jack's fingers clasp her arms together, holding them as he placed her hands flush against his chest to warm them. Elizabeth could feel his heart pounding strong under her palms. The vague comprehension of realizing this thumping within was Jack's heartbeat seemed to keep her calm. But Elizabeth was uncomfortable, that throbbing in Sparrow's chest seemed to radiate and transfer up through her arms and manifest into a throbbing ache inside her head.

Elizabeth felt ill, and there were periods where she felt unable to breathe, as if she were drowning under water. Sounds were muffled and vague, not clear and defined. The only tangible notes of authenticity within her strange environment was a sense of being in 'limbo' and not completely grounded in either place. Elizabeth was absorbed within this agonizing ache; stabs which pierced her body. There was a constant and dull pain traversing through every limb—the other tactile and physically tangible thing linking Elizabeth to this world was Jack. Being in constant touch with him and having his warmth near her had helped. She felt him adjusting her arms and clothing…he was dressing her.

Strips of recollection were slowly piecing together for her, but it was a strain to cement those fragmented parts to one whole rejoinder. Elizabeth felt cold, and the entire time she was shaking uncontrollably. Jack managed to put clothes on her, but the quaking had not ceased. That was when Elizabeth finally focused through the haze and saw the sandy white beach. She remembered being on the shore earlier as they strolled in the moonlight, even looking off to the right and spotting the old, rotted rowboat in the sand. As she closed her eyes with the onset of another wave of pain—a few other images flashed through her mind while writhing.. Thinking she had been over the worst of it, Elizabeth was grappling with this last surge of excruciating agony. It felt as if she swallowed cut glass and having her insides ripped open. Growing weary by the second from handling this, she was going to ask Jack when to anticipate and end.

"Jack….."

"I know…..'tis a bloody unfortunate lot, but yer changin', luv…." Jack spoke calmly to her. He lifted Elizabeth up and slid her over to the edge of the blanket, closer to the small boat. He continued to hold her quaking form, keeping Elizabeth as still as he could, "…jus' lie back n' hold on a trifle longer. You'll need t' get sorted with a short rest, an' in a few moments level out, that's when you take the last step, then….."

Elizabeth's head fell back into the crook of his elbow, her long flaxen hair spread over his forearm and onto the sand. She looked so beautiful to his eyes, even laying prostrate and in this weakened recline. Jack loved her so much, it killed him to see her travailing through this torture. Knowing that Elizabeth made this sacrifice for him…to be with him, always was enough to swell Sparrow's heart to the point of bursting. But he had to keep himself focused now and not become emotionally diverted by sentiment that he'd become lax from the main task. Sparrow wasn't even close to being done with Elizabeth's night venture yet. There was a lot to tell her, and still one more integral hurdle remaining she had to leap. Jack was not certain if she could perform. This was not considered an unusual or remarkable transformation from any other, at least judging by segments of his own journey with Anne. So, he had a good indication how Elizabeth was feeling right now. She was frightened of that in-between and awkward stage before stepping over the threshold into immortality.

No longer would there be any material meaning to phrases including the word "normal' for Elizabeth. Jack sympathized much over this grueling transformation process occurring within her. Part of him felt enormous guilt and angst, despite his fawning over her now. She was birthing into a new awareness as a reformed creature, and Sparrow's trepidation was showing. He wanted the remainder of this stage to go smoothly. He sat there, freeing one hand from holding her arms, to begin stroking Elizabeth's cheek. She felt hot to the touch, like a veil of fire across her pale skin. Jack's vampire blood was causing her system to become a literal furnace within causing fever. The vampirical cells were replacing her old human cells; replenishing them with a newly formed matrix. Jack did not need to explain all that to Elizabeth for this task to be completed, details took a back seat over facing the real obstacle. Elizabeth had to do the unthinkable. Sparrow knew this would be the last barrier and challenge, a departure from her inner code of ethics, so unlike Elizabeth's innate character.

No, this was not going to be a cozy, fire-side chat whispered among lovers. Jack was actually banking on Elizabeth voicing argument, depending on how desperate she would be after pulling out of this bumpy juncture. But no matter, Jack understood this was the moral clause of becoming a full-fledged vampire. This part was easy enough for him to do, Jack had very little qualms about what was required of him and executed that phase with ease. But again, this was Elizabeth. Jack was deeply concerned, knowing her as well as he did. That virtuous side of her character which Elizabeth prided herself, would always remain. She contained such a staunch set of moral codes, that most individuals would find them impossible to follow—she did. Much to his chagrin, Jack knew this integrity Elizabeth hosted was going to provide the biggest limitation. He warned her about it, but also mentioned there was no way of getting around it. Jack had to make as many allowances as he could, to prepare for that eventuality. He would be there to support her, to convey the facts with subtlety, but also remain firm in nudging her forward. Jack knew that if he did not, the situation being what it was and eventual circumstances at hand were pretty much a fixed point. Jack could not let Elizabeth side-wind her way out of the last leg of this arduous journey. But, how does one explain to another person they love dearly, that for her to exist from this moment on, to obtain true immortality—was to kill.

Fifteen minutes had elapsed where Jack sat painstakingly with a writhing Elizabeth while suffering the consequences of his 'devil's kiss.' There truly was no simple way to avoid this, and he was trying to think past this part and imagine her as this virtuoso of lady vampires, like the queenly bride he wanted. Elizabeth was certainly all that, she was the brightest star in the firmament to him. But Jack had suffered pangs of culpability. He did his best to forge the most pleasant manner of getting her there….knowing this was waiting in the wings. Jack had enough knowledge of passing through the experience of transference to anticipate the worst parts and try to subsidize in every aspect he could influence. At least he learned that much from Anne, and how she taught him with great detail.

Jack glanced down at Elizabeth, and this his judging peer relayed to him that Elizabeth was frail, weak, and too pale. She needed to make the kill now and complete the last cycle of this trial. She was well on her way into becoming a vampire. Jack detected her present status and felt her suffering, and that aspect would increase as the hunger took over. The severe pains gnawing at her insides would not diminish unless she fed. This newly formed configuration required nourishment now, for Elizabeth would not survive on the amount received from Jack. Until she had a proper feeding, Elizabeth would lie there feeble and frail, sorely lacking any energy. Remaining in that state too long and she would die. This was quite evident to Jack by her limp position across his lap. Of course, there was no way he'd let that happen, even if Sparrow had to give Elizabeth every drop of his own blood and die for her.

But Jack had already thought two steps ahead. While Elizabeth lay prostrate and leaning against his supportive chest, she felt a sudden shift. That movement caused her to wake a bit. Jack was gently hoisting her into an upright position and cleared his throat to gain Elizabeth's attention. Her eyes were both closed, licking her parched lips and breathing shallow. She sampled a trace of blood residue there—Sparrow's blood. She began stirring to life again, eye lids fluttering until managing to raise her head. Opening those heavy lids, she focus on Jack's handsome visage, even if it was slightly blurred. She forced a wane smile of acknowledgement.

"Darlin'….we've reached that point, eh? You've got t' feed proper an' do it straight away."

Shifting uncomfortably upon the blanket, Elizabeth felt as if her bones were protruding through flesh, as if she had been starving to death and her body's muscular tissue was shrinking. Struggling to keep her eyes open, Elizabeth's grainy vision gained some perspective of where she was in real time. Seeing herself practically draped across Sparrow's lap, being wedged within his broad chest and an arm. Elizabeth casually stared at him in a questioning manner, until she winced from discomfort and then spoke. Her voice was puny and barely audible.

"I feel dreadful, Jack…I can barely move or lift my head. I do not see how I am ever to manage this last part." She stated sincerely.

Elizabeth continued to gaze up into his dark, mahogany eyes trained lovingly upon her. Some inner 'understanding' came through about him, and she was able to read why he was anxious about her. Without any doubt, she could sense Sparrow was gravely concerned. But that was unavoidable, there was no way Elizabeth could keep her head up, let alone stalk human prey at this hour. But after she admitted that, Jack suddenly held up a pointed index finger. That is generally a motion affiliated to indicate one wishes to bring up a key point in a debate or argument. The maneuver disrupted her chain of belief over this important aspect while Jack went one step further and announced with a cheeky smile spreading across his chiseled features,

"I know that, n' figured y'd be feelin' out of sorts….I decided ahead of time how t' best amend that too….savvy?" he answered sounding rather unusually 'chipper' about this grave predicament.

Elizabeth cocked her head to peer at him queerly, not sure she had followed his cagey hint. Evidently, by the measurable size of her scowl turning into a vacant visage, it was plain to Jack that Elizabeth was clueless to what he meant. She had figured Jack would be inventive, but she did not see him express sympathy over her plight. Had he not been transformed years ago? This malady could not be such a surprise to him, to realize Elizabeth was depleted of her life force. She had not adapted to this newly 'resurrected' form easily and clearly Elizabeth was out of her depth.

For the past, few hours they had been cavorting with the natural course of nature, between life and death. Jack and Elizabeth were currently out in the middle of this abandoned stretch of beach. There was not another soul in sight when they first arrived, and it was nearly three or four in the mourning now. Any pirate worth his salt was either passed out drunk in a pub, asleep in a brothel, or stealing coins off those who were sleeping! Truth simply put, Elizabeth had been through hell and back, so it was quite an easy equation to figure why she was in this mental fog, even losing track of time. She had no real concept of how long they had been there on this beach. Even what she viewed by the constellations above, Elizabeth measured the distance of how they had shifted along with the moon to different sectors of the night sky. They had been there a length of time.

But her foggy rationale was disengaged by Jack when he fortified his claim. He alleged having a solution despite Elizabeth's sound evidence—no human resource was at hand. Nobody was there on that beach but them. Sparrow seemed undaunted by her observations, if not outright exuberant over their prospects. Flashing her that cocky smirk of confidence and clearing his throat once more in that aura of presence, Elizabeth could tell a classic 'Sparrow' line was headed her way. She really was not well and feeling disabled, clearly not in any condition to banter with Jack. Elizabeth almost wished she could 'will herself' to drift back into that phase of the night when she was raptured within that prism of ecstasy and blocked off from anything else, especially the damned pain in her belly.

"Right, sit 'ere n' 'ave a look-see at this, then…" he announced with bravado.

Sparrow gently held Elizabeth propped up within one arm as he started to cautiously navigate leaning himself across the blanket to the opposite side. He was attempting to reach the rotted rowboat which had served as their fixed point of location thus far this evening. With extending his other arm and balancing Elizabeth, Sparrow reached over to grip the side of that small discarded boat. He dug his digits underneath the sand, obtaining a firm grip upon the splintered edge of the boat's trim. Emitting a slight grunt from being strained and overextended, Jack paused to grin at Elizabeth's questioning countenance. He suddenly lifted the decayed wooden trim with one strong hoist, flipping it until the boat tipped over and landed right-side up. There, it exposed the old drunk who had apparently been under that rowboat the entire evening!

"Here's the answer t' that problem, luv…." Jack proudly announced as the exposed drunk moaned incoherently.

Elizabeth stared at the grizzly sight, amber orbs now wide as she spawned a stunned expression! She gawked at the old drunken man and saw a stripe of read blood trickling down the side of his neck. Elizabeth assumed by his obvious infirmity, the drunk had been impaired by a whole lot more than alcohol consumption! It did not take much for Elizabeth to fathom he had been impeded from that departure off the beach by Jack's intrusive, vampirical bite. However, Jack had not killed him outright, but left the man still quite alive! She figured Jack wanted to keep him immobilized, therefore being incapable of moving out from under that boat.

Shocked and dismayed as to what he had done, Elizabeth turned instantly to glower at Jack, knowing it was purposeful crime. All along Sparrow hid that man by stuffing him under that rotted boat, intended for her use. Elizabeth's astonished look was enough to adequately express the scope of abhorrence she had over this man's dire fate. That is when she turned on Jack. Even in her weakened state, Elizabeth's voice may have been compromised in volume, but it's usual crispness and tart resolve had not diminished.

"Jack, what did you do? I thought you walked him safely off the beach! Why did you throw him under this rotten sail boat?"

Pursing his lips together and feigning a scowl of disdain, Jack was affronted over his 'innocent' offering now being contested by Elizabeth. Sparrow assumed that question should be seen as a miscellaneous query, given by this dramatic revelation of the prize. Jack was battling to sculpt his guilty countenance into reflecting an optimistic outlook since he solved Elizabeth's dilemma outright! He casually sat erect, offered a flowing gesture of his free arm in front of him, that flawed nervous tick of clearing of his throat post offense resounded as Jack answered.

"OH, well…I umm….thought that a trifle obvious, eh? I imagined this scenario might play out as it had….so, ahead o' time….an' wif keepin' yer quandary in mind, I sort of 'prepared 'im fer you, then."

"And what does that mean by 'prepared' him, Jack?" she snappishly grilled Sparrow, putting him on the spot.

Wishing he had not been so thorough anticipating how this evening's sequence would wind up, Sparrow became skittish. He stretched his neck out and tanned fingers felt about his own throat, then scratched it. All during these nervous ticks, he was not certain if Elizabeth would be latching onto his throat at any moment. Weakened status or not, she looked extremely miffed over this deed, a fact which translated to Jack that she could still do a decent amount of damage if provoked. Now being a newly formed vampire, Elizabeth was on her way to having the strength of three human men!

"Well….ahem! Since he wasn't turnin' out t' be on the agreeable side of the conversation, I saw an opportune moment handy n' bit him. I fed on him a short while jus' to fill me up so I could perform better…..mmmm…..with you, then. On a full stomach so t' speak. Then after that, I stashed 'im right 'ere fer further use….right? I put him 'ere fer you Lizzie, so y'd 'ave a handy bloke about t' complete yer cycle, n' have done with it, eh?"

Jack sped up his speech at the end of his retort, up to and including his happy ending with a false bravado. He had hoped the jovial attitude would become infections and rub off on Elizabeth. Jack was wrong. Mortified over his scandalous behavior, Elizabeth shook her head and closed her eyes. This was the stark truth of the path she took. Hardly an argument she would win blaming Jack as the evil culprit here. Elizabeth understood up front, she knew very well what the price of this walk would cost. She just did not like it very much. Elizabeth was daunted by all this, sitting there in the sand and calmly contemplating the reasons why Jack did this. To see this from his perspective, Elizabeth realized Jack viewed this situation as if he had brought her a bouquet of flowers! He meant well and so Elizabeth dashed her knee-jerk response to chastise him. She understood becoming a vampire would cross the boundaries of decency. This was precisely the necessary evil she had to adapt towards being an immortal and simply cope.

Even an ailing vampire was a formidable creature of unspeakable power. Driven by the insane drive to feed, Elizabeth reached over, grabbed the old man by the neck, and sank her teeth into his neck with no mercy. Her blonde hair went flying, scattered about the man's countenance as she noisily fed from him. The sounds of his groans and eventual death rattle resonated from the man while his legs thrashed and Elizabeth mercilessly finished him off. Drunk from her first kill and not yet adapted to all her newfound skills or how to deal with them, Elizabeth toppled over. She was woozy with extreme intoxication, but a smile of satisfaction spread across her scarlet lips. All the pain had vanished. She could feel a surging strength waxing through her arms and legs, even her breathing was clear and unencumbered. Elizabeth felt free from everything in her past life, like a tidal wave of cleansing water washing over her.

Sparrow sat there smirking, arms crossed over his chest and observing Elizabeth bask in her newly established form as a beautiful vampire. He was both proud and relieved over his Lizzie tonight. She had made it. Of course, Jack never really doubted her, his faith in her fortitude to survive coupled with his innermost readings always told him—Elizabeth would be a force to reckon with. However, there was one fly in the ointment. Jack's smile of pride slowly evaporated as the other gnawing issue seemed to stand out as a prominent and viable complication which would soon need to be settled. Could Elizabeth become a vampire strong and clever enough to combat the likes of Anne, with all her years of experience and power. When and if she'd catch wind of his doing this, Jack knew there would be hell to pay.

Jack bit his lower lip in trepidation as this creeping feeling flooded his senses. Someone else was in the area. There was a distinct uneasiness; a sudden presence and Jack had a feeling of being 'watched.' It influenced him to glide his vampire eyes over to the tree line, but he did not see anyone. Normally, he would have gone to that point of suspicion and ferret out the cause. If there truly was a reason he'd been drawn to seek out who belonged to those prying eyes. However, right now Sparrow refused to leave Elizabeth's side when she was in this vulnerable state. She had some catching up to do from weathering such a drastic evolution, the process having left her in a far weaker condition than she'd normally be when acclimated to her new form. Jack thought over his options and negated that one instantly. Instead, he kept a sharp eye out in the distant woods, mentally reviewing his past affiliations with the one who made him.

Sparrow recollected one of his last conversations with Anne. Jack had been called out and reprimanded by Anne for expressing a cross-desire from hers. This argument stemmed from Jack admitting he would have Elizabeth as his very own love bonded vampire mate—not her. Anne was adamant about Jack making that error in judgement and without mincing words, pretty much threatened him. She told him that this outlandish wish broke the order of vampire codes. Jack would never be allowed to fulfill that wish…..because she'd personally see to it. Jack did consider himself warned, but remained undaunted and had not considered her threat viable. Anne told him outright he belonged to her, and as the one who made him. After that, she ordered Jack to adhere to that ruling. Sparrow balked at the idea of ownership, telling Anne right to her face his freedom was one item of his old life and habits he'd never relinquish. Perhaps foolishly, Jack vented his full intentions of making Elizabeth like him, and they would be his ideal of a vampirical coupling.

It was only until recent events had Jack considered his lack of foresight in this brash confrontation with Anne. He had put it behind him as time went on without incident. Hearing of Elizabeth's attack on the bluff, that brought a whole new slant and dimension to what had transpired between he and Anne. Sparrow suspected since Elizabeth had readily dispatched the men and tossed them over the cliff, they were human in origin. But, at the same time this malicious attack had confirmed his worst suspicions. Hearing that a strange woman was behind all this seemed too coincidental. Until he could get Elizabeth up to snuff and capable to operate sufficiently in her altered vampire body, Jack would be on high alert.

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