A/N: Trigger Warning: This chapter includes a graphic, and bloody torture, rape and murder. If this will in any way cause distress, I recommend you skip it.

A/N 2: Consider this an alternate future timeline of Lucy's Guardian, wherein Lincoln's, Lucy's and Jordan's relationship lasts well into their lives.

Chapter One: The First Bite

Lincoln sighed. If he'd been thinking, he would have driven to the party. Now, he was out at 3 in the morning, walking home from the party. He was 21 now and about to move out. He had a home set up for him, Lucy and Jordan. Lucy was currently in college at Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. But she was home for the winter break. It was only about four hours between there and Royal Woods. Somehow, despite Lincoln and Lucy having been dating

He, Clyde and their other friends had a party to celebrate finishing graduate school. Clyde and Jordan had been in Poughkeepsie in New York. Clyde had been going to the Culinary Institute while Jordan went to Vassar College. Lincoln wasn't sure why Jordan wanted to go to Vassar. But she went and she said that she really enjoyed her time there.

Stella had gone to Michigan State in Lansing, while Lincoln had gone to Ohio State University for Creative Writing and Graphic Design and Fine Arts. Chloe, Clyde's fiancée had gone to the Culinary Institute with Clyde. They were starting up a cooking show online that was already doing very well. They had a lot of donors on their . Rusty went for a degree as a phlebotomist. He got a job drawing blood in a lab in Hazeltucky. Zach had the perfect job for him. He made a YouTube account and talked about his conspiracy theories. He actually had a huge following.

He put immense time and research with his girlfriend into research into aliens, government conspiracies, cover ups and hidden messages in things that people listened to every day. To hear him talk about the secret messages in Beatles songs, you'd think that the Beatles were secret CIA operatives and that John Lennon was killed by the government when he threatened to go public with the true message behind their music. Liam still worked on his farm and was happy with that life. He liked the early mornings and early evenings. He figured that it was a simple life, but it was the life that he knew.

Lincoln for his part was a comic book writer and artist. He had two graphic novels out, though the majority of his money came from the Full House Gang comics that he'd kicked off all those years ago. 11 years of getting 25% of the royalties of Full House Gang merchandise; not only the comics themselves, but costumes and clothing, toys, cups and plates, and anything else that featured anything from the Full House Gang comics. And about three years after the Full House Gang first featured in an Ace Savvy comic, they got so popular that they got their own comics.

Then there were movies that featured them, then an animated television series. And the money all went into a trust fund that was kept for when he turned eighteen. He was allowed to take out a small amount each month for personal things that he wanted. Lincoln had a lot of money in his trust. So he donated to things that he felt were worthwhile causes. One was to Lisa. The sixteen-year-old scientist had already attained near legendary status in the scientific community with a time machine at the age of 4, treatments for various cancers that were far more effective and less invasive and painful than 'standard ones'.

She'd recently developed teleportation. But she frequently came out with new smart phones. The first smart phone she developed was at the age of 6. She'd created a phone that was easily a hundred times more advanced than anything on the market. Then, every year or so, she came out with another one. She always gave one to each member of her family and their partners. So Lisa was making plenty of money, but she put the money Lincoln donated into truly phenomenal research. She'd invented bionic organs partially thanks to the donations Lincoln had given her.

He looked around. His breath curled in front of his face. He pulled his jacket closer around him. He'd have to get Lisa to make him a jacket that kept him truly warm no matter how long he stayed outside. She could probably come up with a thin material that kept someone cool in the summer and warm in the winter or something. She might actually consider something so 'simple' a waste of her talent though. As he looked around though, he realized that he'd been so lost in his thoughts that he'd gotten lost. He knew that he would figure out where he was soon. But it was pretty cold.

He looked around and saw a young woman walking towards him.

"Are you lost?" She asked softly, smiling at him. He nodded.

"I'm from around here, so I never get lost. But this late at night and…"
"You're just tired. I understand. Why don't we walk together for a while? I'm sure you'll find your way." She said. He nodded.

"So… To start, my name is Nearra." The woman said. She seemed to have dark skin, but seemed strangely pale in the white light from the street lights, almost chalk white and she seemed to have brown hair and dark brown eyes.

"My name is Lincoln." The white haired boy said, shivering.

"Why don't you come to my house? You can stay on the couch for the night and head home in the morning. I'm sure you'll have a better sense of direction in the daylight." Nearra said.

Lincoln nodded. He was too tired to argue. He walked over to Nearra's house with her. Something was a little weird. The windows were all heavily tinted. Maybe she just had a severe reaction to light. There were people like that, right? Who burned really easily. Maybe she was a night person because of that. Lucy would probably think she was a Vampire. But Lincoln knew better. He chuckled.

"Something you want to share, sweetie?" Nearra asked as they got inside.

"Oh, no… My little sister… I noticed your tinted windows on your house. My little sister would probably think you were a Vampire and ask you to turn her." Lincoln said. Nearra laughed.

"Well… I don't prefer the term Vampire. It's such a vulgar term. My mistress referred to us as Kindred. Me? I'm not fond of the term. It implies that 'Vampires' as you call them have any sort of cohesive society. We don't really. Some of us gather into a sort of cabal. But they rarely exceed four or five members and most of us are primarily solitary."

"Uh huh… I think… I'm just going to head out… I'm sure I'll get home before sunrise." Lincoln said, a little concerned now. She'd seemed so kind and even comforting. Now he was sure she was just crazy. Not that Lucy was crazy. But that this woman genuinely believed she was a Vampire.

"Ahahaha! I can see you doubt me. Why don't we give you a little demonmonstration…" Nearra chuckled, shoving Lincoln and sending him flying across the room, crashing into the wall. The young man gasped as he was winded from the blow to his back.

She was on him in the blink of an eye. He was dazed, but she smirked, breathing heavily, sniffing him eagerly.

"Ooohh… You're just my type." She breathed, running her tongue over his neck.

"Even under that coat, I can tell how strong and athletic you are. I could tell from the minute I saw you three weeks ago." Nearra cooed, kissing Lincoln aggressively, clawing eagerly at his chest, growling in pleasure, her hands wrapping around his neck, biting his neck in a non-lethal place, licking the wound.

"Mmmm… Haven't tasted blood this good… In ages… I'd keep you as a pet if I thought you wouldn't be missed." She breathed, kissing him even more passionately, grabbing his shirt, tearing it and pulling the pieces off of him, seeing claw marks on his chest. They had already stopped bleeding. He punched her hard in the face, getting into a fighting position. She chuckled, her eyes glittering maliciously with delight. He wasn't going down without a fight. She respected that. But she couldn't kill him just yet. She wanted to play with him first. His pain would be her greatest pleasure.

"Oh, you're serious? Well okay then. Let's do this!" She laughed, charging at him. She wasn't going to go all out. She would only go a little bit above human physically, dodging his first attack, and ducking under his second, clawing open his side, watching as it stopped bleeding again.

"Hmmm… Fast healer. Well, they do happen occasionally." She said, dragging a nail down his chest, causing him to hiss in pain as she left a long claw mark down from his chest to his stomach.

She kissed and licked the blood from the chest mark. He pressed his feet into her stomach as she moved and kicked her off of him, scurrying to his feet. He'd been trained by Lynn in several martial arts. But the main martial art she'd taught him was 'Lynn Style', which combined the styles of Hapkido, Taekwondo and Parkour. He got down on his hands and feet. He wasn't great at running on all fours, but he could run pretty well and it gave him more options, including confusing his opponent with his strange movements.

"I like. If I thought that Royal Woods could handle a second Vampire, I would turn you. Unfortunately, a town this small would definitely notice two Vampires." Nearra said regretfully. He moved at her, leaping up and tackling her, clawing at her eyes. She laughed as he drew blood. He hadn't clipped his nails as recently as he normally would, so they were jagged from getting chipped and he did damage to her eyes. She punched him with a strength far beyond even an Olympic athlete. Even with Lisa's UDOM injections into his bones, he felt them crack. She was unbelievably strong.

He staggered back, gasping for breath. He wasn't going to give up though. He could feel the tickling sensation of his bones healing. Unfortunately, she didn't give him time to fully heal. She was on him, and he was too dazed to kick her off of him this time. She smirked.

"Not a bad fight, sweetie. I respect that." She said, kissing him surprisingly gently on the lips.

"Are you fresh? Have you lost your innocence yet?" Nearra asked.

"Y-yes… I have two girlfriends. I'm pretty busy, so you probably don't want me." Lincoln said.

"Nonsense. It's fun when they're fresh. The look of shock and fear in their eyes when I hit home is priceless. But for you, I'll make an exception." She said, kissing his chest, moving up to his neck, nipping and biting, leaving deep wounds that bled and even with his fast healing, he still found scars being made.

Especially the wounds she made with her fingers, clawing her hands over his chest and back, leaving long, painful, jagged wounds over him. Even the nanomachines that Lisa injected him with weekly were starting to slow down and his bleeding was getting worse. Even worse, he was getting aroused as she started to pull her own clothes off. She pulled her jacket off, showing a slender, but muscular body. She was clearly strong and athletic as she clamped her hand down on his throat, smirking with an incredibly aroused look in her eyes as he thrashed below her, gasping for breath.

She wasn't pressing down so hard that he couldn't breathe at all, but she was pressing down hard enough that she induced his panic response to suffocating. She had been doing this for a long time and she was like a predatory cat playing with her food before she ate it. She pulled her pants down, standing up, showing off her now nude body to him, teasing him, seeing that he was fully erect. She knelt down, stroking it, smirking as it twitched involuntarily. He whimpered. He didn't want this.

"P-please…" He begged hoarsely.

"Please l-l-let me go! I promise I won't t-tell anyone! I swear!" He pleaded. Nearra rolled her eyes.

"You know, you could act a bit more like a man and not beg like a little whelp." She said softly. She kissed his manhood, wrapping her surprisingly long tongue around his manhood. She was impressed with its size. She would still have fun with him, even if he was a coward who begged and pleaded rather than fought. They both knew he couldn't win against her. But the thing for him to do would be to fight to his last breath anyway. She dug her nails into his chest, moving herself up, pressing her breasts on his chest.

He gasped as the nails dug into him, drawing more blood. He was already starting to feel woozy. She slowly lowered herself down on his manhood, gasping in pleasure, a blush filling her cheeks as she moved up and down on him, her nails continuing to curl, clawing small marks on his chest. He bit her, trying to get her to let go of him, but she didn't even notice as her butt rose and fell, loud, predatory squeals and roars of pleasure escaping her lips as she rode herself through to a powerful orgasm.

"Well… That was wonderful. I'd keep you as a pet. But unfortunately, I suspect that you'd be missed if you went missing and I can't let you leave here with the knowledge that you have." She said, panting still with satisfaction. She shoved him back down as he tried to get up to run. She bit his neck, gulping his blood down, growling and roaring as he clawed desperately at her, trying to bite and claw and fight, anything to keep himself alive. Before long though, he'd lost too much blood and his fighting weakened.

He was feeling cold. He felt sick. He was panting for breath. He'd lost so much blood that he was having trouble breathing. She finally finished him off, kissing him one last time before she whistled. A tall man came into the room.
"Yes, Madam?" He asked deferentially.

"Dispose of him. When you get back, clean up this mess." She ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am." He said, lifting Lincoln's body with ease and carrying it out to his car, driving it to an isolated location. It was difficult to disguise the wounds that his mistress left. But with the amount of dirt on him, he could at first be mistaken for a homeless person. He left Lincoln's nude body in an alley covering him up with garbage. That would drive home the idea that he was homeless. He sighed. Such a young man. Such a handsome man. And from what he heard, he'd put up a good fight. But few could stand against Nearra and last long. If she'd truly set her sights on them, even less so.

He went back to his Mistress's home and started cleaning up. He knew she shouldn't have gone with a man who looked like he was from such a relatively well-off family. He would definitely be missed. And they didn't need that kind of attention. He tried to convince Nearra to focus on homeless people and those who she knew had no immediate family or no family nearby. But over the past three decades, she'd become more reckless. Arrogant even. And after a while, when his warnings went unheeded, he stopped bothering. He cared about Nearra. He was her servant. He'd been so since the late 1800s in New York.

But he wasn't sure he could cover for her forever.