I know I was MIA for a while, RL was too crazy, leaving me little time and/or energy to write. When I did want to write I didn't want to work on anything for FF. I do write a number of other things.
Also, when I came back to writing for FF the story was "In No Particular City" which was not good because it took me 10 DAYS to write that chapter and get it up. In comparison it's taken me half that time to write this chapter, edit and post it. Even with some very long and exhausting days when I barely wrote anything.
I struggle with both "In No Particular City" & "We've Got to Learn to Live with These Ghosts". They take a long time to write, and I'm not sure that many people are reading them anymore.
In light of that I'm considering putting both stories on hold. As always I am welcoming reader feedback. So if you read either "In No Particular City" or "We've Got to Learn to Live with These Ghosts". You have until Wednesday, September 9th to let me know. Review the stories, PM me, leave a guest review, e-mail me if you have that.
Enough interest and I'll keep them in rotation, lack of interest and I take them out to keep the stories I don't struggle with in, as well as shorten the time between chapters going up.
Currently, I have had three people asking for We've Got to Learn to Live with These Ghosts going. In No Particular City has a little more support with five people wanting it to keep going. While that does (I believe) include the one that originally requested the story, that's still not enough for me to keep it going at this point.
I'll take a final tally on Wednesday, September 9th, so if you read either of the stories and do not want them to be put on hold, voice it now!
Ch. 14 It's Clear Who He Wants Me to Be
(KLAUS)
"You have everything you need?" Stefan asks Clare as he walks with her to my car Friday afternoon. School just let out and she said she'd stay the night with me, I plan to get her to stay all weekend.
"Yes," she nods.
"If there's anything she's missing I will obtain it for her," I speak up. Stefan doesn't even look at me.
"If you need us call, any of us," Stefan tells her.
"I will," she says.
"If we call and she doesn't answer her phone we'll be over to check on her," Stefan informs me, now he looks at me. His gaze meeting mine, he's trying to be threatening.
"And, I'll be with them," Bonnie says walking over holding Jeremy's hand.
"It's like you don't trust me," I smirk.
"We don't," Stefan replies coldly, "I know more than anyone what you're capable of."
"I could say the same for you Ripper," I respond meeting his gaze and then turn to Clare. Her intoxicating scent is quickly becoming all I can think about. "Come Lover, we have much to catch up on," I say taking Clare's hand and opening the car door for her.
I drive away from the school fast, narrowly missing Tyler as he pulls out of a spot with Caroline in the car. Clare shoots me a look, but I ignore it, I'm thinking of all the wonderful things I'm going to do with her when I get her back to my house. I park in my driveway and run at vampiric speed to her door, opening it and taking her from the car. I run her inside, barely able to close the door behind me.
I've been inhaling her scent since I picked her up, thinking about her all week. I'm a starving man, starving for her, now I have her, and I don't plan to let her go. I need to taste her, to hear her cry out in orgasmic release, to feel her body wrapped around mine.
I push her up against the door and rip her clothes off. Taking her shirt in my hand and tearing it in half, her bra rips easily. Even her jeans rip enough for me to tear them off, at some point she kicked off her shoes and her panties rip as I tear her jeans from her. I shed my clothes in the blink of a mortal eye, but as a vampire Clare now sees everything I do. When I'm nude I pick her up by the waist, her legs encircle me and I thrust into her.
Clare releases a moan as I lean her against the door, and her body slides down my shaft. I moan her name against her neck as her body welcomes me. I've been thinking about this all week. About touching her, being inside of her, inhaling her scent, tasting both sets of her lips. I want to see how many times I can bring her to orgasm, how many her body can take. Now that she's no longer human she should have the stamina to go all night.
I thrust in fast and hard, her body hitting my front door with loud bangs. It's a good thing we're miles from any other house. I wouldn't be this rough with her if she didn't heal so rapidly. If it hurts her at all the pain must be drowned by the pleasure, because her face and sounds are nothing but pure ecstasy. I watch her face, her breasts bouncing, sucking her nipples on occasion until she screams out with orgasmic release.
As she's recovering I walk her to the sofa bending her over the arm. This view of her brings it's own pleasures, following the lovely and sensuous curve of her spine to her round apple of an ass. I smack her ass lightly before I slide my length into her slit once again. I watch her grip the couch cushions, her hips bucking to bring me in and seeking my length. She hasn't totally recovered from her first orgasm yet, and she's close again, very close to release I can feel it. Her core tightens around me, her body tenses before it begins convulsing wildly with orgiastic abandon.
I'm not nearly done with her, and I take her into the kitchen now. I have a large kitchen that's never used, but it will be used today as I lie her on my kitchen counter. I spread her legs, and dive my tongue into her wet, warm, dripping pussy. Savoring each drop of her sweet juices that hits my tongue. Clare squirms, and moans, her body writhing on the butcher block counter top. At first she grips the edges of the counter, but then her hands comb into my hair and grip firmly.
I hook my hands under her legs and lift her up a little, able to get my tongue in a little further. Clare pushes my face deep into her as she builds towards orgasm yet again. When I reach up and squeeze her breast it sends her over the edge. She screams out my name, her body trembling, her legs clamping down on my head. Her juices at the moment of orgasm become even sweeter and more delectable.
I lick a few more times as she rides out her orgasm, before scooping her into my arms once again. I run up the stairs with her and toss her onto my bed. Getting between her legs and bending her knees I thrust in. All the way in with one thrust and her body bucks, adjusting to my length again. Then her legs wrap around my waist and pull me into her with every thrust of her hips.
Reaching behind her she grips the sheets, her eyes locking onto mine. I smile at her, watching her breasts bounce as her body moves. I slide an arm under her back, arching her up more, using my body to press her legs up to her body a little more. Forcing me even deeper into her, she moans and exhales while her body tenses momentarily. She's close again, and I want to send her over the edge, so far over that even as a vampire her legs will shake in aftershocks of pleasure for several minutes.
With one hand I reach up and squeeze her breast, tweaking the nipple between my fingers. With the other hand I find the pleasure button just above the apex of her legs. I press with my thumb and begin rubbing in gentle circles, and the combination launches her over the brink. She says a few things in barely audible whispers as her body tightens and then breaks into undulating waves of pleasure. Her body arches high, her hands gripping my sheets so tightly they begin to rip. Finally, a scream of pure, primal, prurient, pleasure is sent forth from the back of her throat.
I'm not quite done with her yet, I'm close now too, and I increase my pace. Watching Clare's face and body in complete surrender to the euphoria she's in, completely out of control. Feeling her entire body tighten around me, I'm sent over the edge myself and release into her with a guttural grunt of satisfaction. Humming out her name with an exhale as the orgasm begins to dissipate. A few more slow thrusts and I pull out of her, forcing her body to lurch and she curls on her side. I lie down next to her, my arm draped over her, my hand idly caressing her skin.
"Well, that was quite the marathon of orgasms," she laughs. She's already breathing normally, though her body does continue to tremble lightly.
"Only five was it? I think you can do more, I intend to make you do double that in one love making session before you leave my house this weekend," I tell her. Then I lay a soft open mouth kiss on her shoulder causing her to shiver a little.
"If we're going to do anything close to that again then I need food, lots of food."
"We shall feast, but I don't keep blood bags at the house."
"Then how will we…" she begins to question, and then stops.
(CLARE)
"You want me to feed off a live human?" I inquire aghast as I realize what Klaus meant by feast.
"Well, I'm certainly not feeding from a deer or squirrel the way Stefan does," he replies coldly as he continues to caress my skin.
"I won't kill, never again," I state firmly.
"We can feed without killing, you'll need your strength. Fresh, flowing blood is always best. You must have other clothes in your backpack, I'll retrieve it and we can go hunt," Klaus says and runs from the room before I can protest.
He's back in a few short seconds, handing me my bag, but I'm still very conflicted about feeding from someone. I have many thoughts racing through my mind, but beyond all the thoughts is a desire. A fundamental instinct to feed from a live human, a predatory instinct. It's exciting and terrifying all at once. I think of what Damon said the other day, that each person has their own flavor. It's the closest we can come to savoring real food. I think about killing that girl before I left DeGrassi, the thought of it sickens me, but not as much as it should.
"Get dressed, we'll go hunt and feast," Klaus insists.
"I don't want to hurt anyone, can't we just go to a blood bank?" I ask as I sit up to get dressed.
"You can't tell me that your not thirsting, starving for that blood. You can practically taste it on your tongue, hunt with me. We won't kill anyone, they won't remember a thing," Klaus says getting very close to my lips and whispering against my mouth.
"Okay," I give in. I don't want to go hunting for fresh blood, but at the same time it's all I can think about right now.
We both dress quickly and I request that he go out of town, I'm too afraid of going after anyone in town. We drive to the next town over, it's a Friday night, people are mingling around downtown. Klaus and I look like any other couple walking the streets. I grip his hand tightly, because being out here, all the sights, sounds, and smells it's a bit overwhelming.
Worst of all, or maybe best of all, depending on how you look at it, I hear blood. I hear it pumping through everyone's heart, rushing through their veins, I can smell it too. Imagine walking into a crowded ballroom filled with lights, and sounds and several dozen foods. All the aromas of the food wafting over to you, filling your nostrils and dancing on your tongue in a lovely aromatic symphony.
The primitive, predatory instinct in me wants to taste nearly all of them. I want to rip into their necks and taste each flavor, satiate my hunger. The human in me (what ever part of human that may still remain in me) is disgusted and terrified at this thought. There's a small voice buried deep inside me, screaming as loud as it can that I can't do this. The voice is being suffocated by my instinct and hunger.
"Pick one out," Klaus whispers in my ear.
"Anyone?"
"Anyone, there is a buffet around us, what looks and smells the most delectable to you?"
I look around, trying to hone in one single person in the crowd. Suddenly, I zero in on one, a man in his late twenties, walking at the back of a pack of other twenty-somethings. He's attractive; tall light brown hair, thin glasses on an oval face. It's his scent that strikes me though, when he walked by his scent enveloped me. It was like walking into the house with fresh brownies baking, and fresh apple cider being made. It's spicy and sweet, soft and welcoming. As soon as he walks by all I can do is think about biting him. I can practically taste his blood on my tongue. I must have a taste of him, the thought and desire are all consuming.
"That one," I whisper to Klaus.
"Approach him, get him into the alley where we can feast alone," Klaus tells me.
I don't have that much experience compelling yet, but my instinct to taste him drives me forward. I easily catch up to him, and since he's at the back of the group it's easy to grab his hand. He stops and looks at me, I hope that I look like an innocent young girl, and he can't see how incredibly bloodthirsty I am just now. When he's looking in my eyes and they lock with mine I know I can compel him.
"You want to be alone with me. You want to come with me into the alley," I tell him.
"We should go into the alley," he repeats back.
I pull at his hand and walk him into the alley. Klaus runs ahead of us, he's there waiting, and it surprises the guy. He jumps a little and stops walking, I'm worried that my compelling wasn't strong enough.
"Stay with us and do everything the lady says," Klaus commands.
The guy just nods and stops moving. It's a little scary how much Klaus can take control. It's even more terrifying to know that, despite being a vampire now, Klaus can still compel me.
"First bite is yours Lover," Klaus whispers in my ear. His voice is so soft I know human ears couldn't have heard him.
"Lean against the wall," I command the guy. I compel him to do so, but it probably wasn't necessary after Klaus compelled him to do everything I say.
"What are you going to do?" The guy questions, a little fear in his voice, and yet he does exactly as I just said.
"Taste you," I reply before standing on my tiptoes and sinking my teeth into his neck.
The guy groans, and kind of moans, his body gets tense and then quivers. I hold him against the wall as I begin to drink. It's wonderfully satisfying, he tastes just like he smells. Of course, it is blood, and there is that hint of metallic iron taste, but it's more of an after taste. It's so much better than drinking from a blood bag. It's as though I'm drinking from the fountain of youth, his heart pumping more blood to my waiting mouth. It's delectable, savory and so far beyond satisfying. I continue to suckle, to sup, it's as though I can't get enough, and whatever part of me wants to stop is being drowned in satisfyingly fresh blood right now.
"If you don't stop, you will kill him," Klaus whispers to me, "but it matters not to me if he lives."
I become overwhelmed by guilt and several other emotions. I wrench myself away and turn away from the guy and from Klaus. I quickly wipe the blood from my mouth, my body shakes a little, the guilt almost making me feel nauseous. I let the bloodlust take over, and very nearly killed someone else. I feel terrible now, my hunger temporarily satiated, the rest of me is in turmoil. I'm angry at myself, drowning in guilt and shame, angry at Klaus for bringing me to this temptation. I hear Klaus doing something, cleaning the guy up a little so he's not covered in blood.
"You followed a pretty girl into the alley and were attacked by two large men," Klaus says in a commanding voice. He's compelling the guy to forget all of this and have a story to tell his friends. "If I take anymore from him he'll die, I'm sure you wouldn't like that, so wait here," Klaus says and runs out of the alley. He returns a moment a later, a girl with him, attractive, thin and blonde. Klaus hasn't said anything to her, but he bites her neck, he's holding her too tightly for her to fight. The girl gasps and then moans, struggles a little before giving in and letting Klaus drink his content. I can't watch, I turn my back, but hear him moving. "I'm satisfied, let's return home," Klaus says taking my hand.
We return to his car, but I feel almost like a ghost, being dragged by Klaus, and all I can think about is biting into that guy's neck. Everything I loved about it, and how much I hate myself for doing it.
"I won't do that again, if I'm going to stay with you then you have to have a refrigerator with blood bags," I insist when we get back in his car.
"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy tasting fresh blood."
"My enjoyment of it is not the issue. I could have killed him, I would have if you hadn't stopped me, I don't have that self-control yet. I swore that I wouldn't kill anyone else. I couldn't live if I did that, I won't feel that again. You need blood bags, or I will not come back to your place and I'll spend all my time with Damon," I assert.
"Very well, as you're so insistent, I'll drop you at home and drive out to a blood bank to pick some up."
The rest of the drive is silence, and all I can think about is how close I came to killing that guy. Klaus drops me off and drives away, as I enter his house I get a little worried over why he didn't want me to go with him. I'm sure it's not because he's afraid of me killing someone, I'm certain he doesn't care at all if I kill someone. I have to wonder if he's going to kill someone and siphon the blood into blood bags. Or is he going somewhere that someone could recognize me?
The ringing of my phone is what knocks me from my thoughts. I run and grab it from my purse, expecting Adam, but it's Damon calling.
"Hi Damon," I answer forcing a smile onto my lips.
"I called earlier and you didn't answer, I went over and Klaus' car was gone," Damon says.
"We went out for a bit, as soon as we got home he…"
"Yes, I know what you were doing when you got home. Where is Klaus now?"
"Out, he went to get some blood bags I was hungry. I told him I wouldn't stay here if he didn't," I tell Damon. It's the truth, I'm just not telling him that I fed from a human this evening. I could tell him, I know Damon has done his share of feeding from humans, that he's even killed before. Still, I say nothing, something in me doesn't want Damon to know what I did tonight. I don't want him to tell Stefan, I don't even want him to come over and confront Klaus over it.
"Do you want to come home?"
"No, I'm alright, and I told Klaus I'd stay with him tonight. I'm just going to get a drink and take a bath while I wait for him," I reply.
"That sounds like an invitation to come join you," Damon says and I hear the licentious grin on his lips through the phone.
"No, if you're here when Klaus returns that will lead to a fight. When I get home you can take a bath with me."
"I still think I should come over and join you, but if you insist on me waiting then I'll be a good little vampire."
"I wouldn't call you little," I respond with a salacious smile. Damon replies with a lustful growl. "Goodbye Damon," I say and hang up before he can say anything else.
I'm sure Damon is thinking about it now, and when I do return home he's probably going to rip my clothes off the way Klaus did. Which reminds me, Klaus owes me an outfit, and I text him to remind him.
Clare: While you're out you'd better grab me a new outfit, bra and panties included. Seeing as you tore the clothes I was wearing to shreds.
Klaus: Of course Lover, I'll get you something nice. Anything else while I'm out?
Clare: No, blood and clothes will be good.
I send the reply and then stare at it a second. That's a sentence I never thought I'd use. I put my phone down and go to the liquor cabinet in what would be the dining room. I look through the ornate bottles, all glass with no labels. I sniff at a few of them before finding one that's appealing and take that upstairs with me. Klaus has a large round marble tub with jets, I turn the water on and get it warm. I find bubble bath, a bath pillow, and even wine glasses up here, so I pour some of the liquor I brought with me into a wine glass. Then I get undressed and step into the bath, melting into the hot water.
The warm water feels good, even better with the warm alcohol. When the bathtub is filled I turn off the water, and lie back, closing my eyes, drink in hand. I'm not afraid of drowning, as I'm not sure that's possible, though I doubt filling my lungs with water would be very comfortable. Of course, I don't exactly breathe anymore, not the way a human does, it would take some force to get water into my lungs, it still doesn't sound appealing.
I finish my first glass, and pour a second, closing my eyes again just as I hear Klaus' car in the driveway. I don't move, I know he'll come and find me here, and I'm sure he'll join me. I hear him come inside, and some noises downstairs, then he runs upstairs and into the washroom. He says nothing, simply divests himself of his clothing and slides into the tub. He moves over next to me and takes the drink from my hand, taking a sip.
"You have fine taste, this is my most expensive brandy," Klaus whispers against my skin and then he takes my lips with his.
He kisses me deeply and I hear him setting the wine glass down on the tile. His hand glides along my body, squeezing my breasts and then caressing down my belly. He gets my legs open and wriggles two fingers in, I moan and deepen the kiss as I grab his shoulders. After a moment of his fingers massaging my core he withdraws them and I whimper. He takes me by the waist and quickly reverses our positions. Managing to do it so quickly and agile that the water doesn't even splash out of the tub.
I sit straddling him now and he looks up at me with a lustful appreciation. He picks up the glass of brandy again and holds it to my lips. I take a sip as he moves, opening my vaginal lips and thrusting into me. I moan and cling to him, my body welcoming him and molding around him. When he's all the way in I quiver slightly, and while my body adjusts to this position I lie my head in the cradle of his neck and shoulder. I smell his blood now, different than a humans, not as metallic, but not as strong either. I want to taste him, to feel his blood on my tongue. I haven't tasted his blood, and though I know it won't satisfy my hunger, I desperately want to taste it.
"I want to taste your blood?"
"Only if I get to taste yours again lover," Klaus replies as he takes my hips and begins moving my body along his length.
In response I open my mouth, my fangs emerge and sink into his neck. You have to use a little more force, to draw harder with a vampire to bring the blood to your lips. Blood doesn't flow through our veins in the same way as a human's. I want to know how it works, but no one's been able to answer this question for me so far.
Removing my fangs I start to suck and Klaus moans. His blood is rich, dark, almost like bittersweet dark chocolate and red wine. The taste coats my tongue, it's a pleasant sensation, but it does nothing for the hunger. In fact, it makes me even hungrier, like being hungry and smelling a delectable meal being prepared. The aroma invades your nostrils, floats over tongue and your stomach growls wanting the food. I drink for a moment and then pull away, licking the remnants of blood from my lips.
Klaus smiles and kisses me as he begins to move our bodies faster. He's thrusting harder and faster, and I feel myself nearing orgasm. My entire body grips onto him, clenching around him as I start to reach the summit of my arousal and climax. Just as I begin to orgasm Klaus moves us a little, changing our position so that he can sink his fangs into my neck. I moan when his teeth pierce my flesh, my body oscillating as he begins to drink my blood.
Despite the fact that I know it does nothing to satisfy his hunger, he continues to drink. More than I did, more than I could, I'm not sure why he drinks so much as it's not even satisfying the way water is. A pleasant taste, but not satisfying in the least, and yet he doesn't stop. I feel him orgasm, he sucks even harder as his seed fills me. His thrusting slows as our orgasms dissipate, but he continues to indulge in my blood. I can't pull away, and I have to wonder how much he can drink, how much my body can take.
Finally, he pulls away, licking the blood from my neck and then his lips. He holds me tight and stands from the bath lifting me with him. He sets me on a wood bench sitting against the wall and takes towels from the rack. He wraps me in one and begins drying off with the other. I feel weak, and I'm famished, I feel as though I haven't eaten in days rather than a couple of hours. Klaus dries quickly, then pulls the towel away from me, he picks me up and takes me to his bed.
"I need blood, lots of it, I hope you got a good supply."
"I got plenty, I'll get you some," he says and runs out of the room. He's back in a couple of seconds and has two blood bags in his hands. "Stay with me until Sunday," he says holding the blood bag out of my reach.
"No, I need to return home."
"You don't have school until Monday, stay with me again for another night," he insists. Then he takes my face gently in his hand, his eyes locking onto mine, looking deep into mine. I become gripped by him, "You want to stay with me until Sunday."
"I want to stay," I repeat back. I know I'm being compelled and I can't break from it.
Klaus smiles and gives me the blood bag, I devour it, drinking it down in a few sips. I take the other devouring that one as well, and Klaus brings me two more. I drink those down as well, and ask for more, though I at last feel my strength coming back and some fulfillment from all the blood. Klaus brings me another blood bag, and lies with me. When I've finished the blood bag he takes it from me, setting it with the other empty ones.
"You should rest now, I fully intend to take you in every single room of this house when the sun rises," Klaus says.
I close my eyes, both afraid for and excited about what the rest of the weekend with Klaus has in store for me.
Update soon, picking up from Damon's pov the next day, and including a surprise visitor. Next story to be updated is Passion at First Sight.
