Hey, here is chapter 4, finally! I'm taking 24 credits at college right
now, so getting these chapters up here in a timely manner is a bit trying.
I hold no copyrights on D or Meier. However, Jenst and Jenna are all mine.
Oh, is the sexy dunpeal Jenst not up here yet? He will be, oh yes he
will. (lick) I hope you enjoy the mild lime. These scenes get steamier
as the story goes on, by the way. If you have any aversion to sex with a
dunpeal, or yaoi, I suggest you get a life, and don't read this fic either.
Author: Audrey Evetevoli, the Anti-Fan.
D had to get food for her. As he stepped outside, he realized that Jenna's candles & dagger were still strewn about. He gathered them together. The stubs of vanilla mint candles filled his nostrils. He knew this reminded Jenna of her mother. He knew so much about her now. She was in him, she flowed through his veins. He stood there reflecting and was brought back to the moment by Left Hand. "D! D, what the hell are you doing? You can't keep that girl in there, ya know. She's got to go!"
"She's doing no harm," D stated calmly.
That can be argued. But you know that she'll draw vampires here. Your lair will be compromised." His comments were met only with silence. "I know you've already lost control once. Your teeth were borne, weren't they? You know you can't lie to me." D refused to answer. He put Jenna's things away and left.
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Jenna smiled to herself. She felt a warmth within herself that had never existed before. This warmth and tingling spread all over, to her breasts to their tips and all the way down. "Mmmm. . ." she couldn't help but touch herself to see if these feelings were real. All the wetness let her know that they were. She let out a sigh. She fell off to a blissful sleep.
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D could detect Jenna's feelings. It was hard for him to believe that he could have such an effect on a woman. He was searching her mind as he rode along. The memories of her father made his teeth clench. He had never felt hate before, but through Jenna, he felt it. He wanted to tear this evil man apart. While it was his job to rid the world of vampires, he wondered who's job it was to rid mankind of it's monsters. D had a foreboding feeling about mankind though. He truly felt that a vampire invasion was on the horizon. Vampire numbers were becoming out of control. Human numbers were swelling out of control as well.
D decided that soups and fresh vegetables would be best for Jenna. As he strapped the bags onto his bike, he felt a wave of ilk overcome him. He looked around. With his lightning speed, he went up to the roof of a building. He saw a shady pair of men below. He recognized one of them as Jenna's father. D was seething with hatred. They were planning on an exchange. D missed some of their conversation, but he knew it revolved around drugs. His senses were heightened, and he continued to listen. Then the core of the deal was being brought to light. Jenna's father was planning to trade Jenna for drugs! His blood was boiling; his anger was soaring out of control. "D, D just breathe, come on now, just calm down," Left Hand was whispering as loudly as he could without drawing attention. "Now is not the time."
"You're right," D hissed. He took the 2 figures into his mind and etched them there, along with their conversation.
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D put the safeguards in place as he came into the luxurious lair. He prepared the food for Jenna to eat. He brought the food to her on an antique tray. The wooden carvings were beautifully ornate. He knew Jenna would enjoy it. He stopped and looked at her. He was unprepared for the feelings that swept over him. His body ached for her. His breathing was coming heavy and fast. It took all of his discipline to remain looking flawless & calm. Jenna fluttered her eyes open. She smiled warmly. She was still very weak. D longed to heal her completely; but he could do no more. The only other thing he could do was to give her some of his blood, but he would not. "Are you upset with me?" Jenna asked.
"No," answered D.
"Then why don't you smile at me?" she inquired. "Do I not please you?"
"I am very pleased with you," D replied. Jenna blushed. "Please eat this food, it will strengthen you."
Suddenly Jenna's demeanor changed. "Why do you want me well? Who are you exactly anyway?" She had a streak of anger in her eyes. One look at D melted her though. "Besides, I'm not hungry."
D leaned in very close to her. "Please eat, Jenna." She looked into his eyes. They were so sad & pleading, she could not resist. She ate the soup; it mad her feel sleepy. She reached out and stroked D's face, touched his lips, grabbed onto his flowing hair. Then she closed her eyes in sleep. D took hold of her hand; he put it to his lips. Her scent overtook him, his senses reeled. The Dunpeal fell to his knees. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, and her full crimson lips. He sucked the air out of her lungs and breathed air back into them. She was so alluring. She was wearing only her black silk panties now. His face was only inches from her breast. He buried his face in her swell, he let a groan escape. She put her hand to his head and gently held him there. "Hmmm, my angel D," she said breathlessly. D took her breast into his hot, wet mouth. She felt like she was on fire! D's blood was screaming as it raced through his veins. He was not even aware that his fangs were showing & his eyes were bathed in red. Time flew by as they caressed and stroked, and licked each other. They eventually laid calmly side-by-side in complete comfort and bliss.
D had to get food for her. As he stepped outside, he realized that Jenna's candles & dagger were still strewn about. He gathered them together. The stubs of vanilla mint candles filled his nostrils. He knew this reminded Jenna of her mother. He knew so much about her now. She was in him, she flowed through his veins. He stood there reflecting and was brought back to the moment by Left Hand. "D! D, what the hell are you doing? You can't keep that girl in there, ya know. She's got to go!"
"She's doing no harm," D stated calmly.
That can be argued. But you know that she'll draw vampires here. Your lair will be compromised." His comments were met only with silence. "I know you've already lost control once. Your teeth were borne, weren't they? You know you can't lie to me." D refused to answer. He put Jenna's things away and left.
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Jenna smiled to herself. She felt a warmth within herself that had never existed before. This warmth and tingling spread all over, to her breasts to their tips and all the way down. "Mmmm. . ." she couldn't help but touch herself to see if these feelings were real. All the wetness let her know that they were. She let out a sigh. She fell off to a blissful sleep.
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D could detect Jenna's feelings. It was hard for him to believe that he could have such an effect on a woman. He was searching her mind as he rode along. The memories of her father made his teeth clench. He had never felt hate before, but through Jenna, he felt it. He wanted to tear this evil man apart. While it was his job to rid the world of vampires, he wondered who's job it was to rid mankind of it's monsters. D had a foreboding feeling about mankind though. He truly felt that a vampire invasion was on the horizon. Vampire numbers were becoming out of control. Human numbers were swelling out of control as well.
D decided that soups and fresh vegetables would be best for Jenna. As he strapped the bags onto his bike, he felt a wave of ilk overcome him. He looked around. With his lightning speed, he went up to the roof of a building. He saw a shady pair of men below. He recognized one of them as Jenna's father. D was seething with hatred. They were planning on an exchange. D missed some of their conversation, but he knew it revolved around drugs. His senses were heightened, and he continued to listen. Then the core of the deal was being brought to light. Jenna's father was planning to trade Jenna for drugs! His blood was boiling; his anger was soaring out of control. "D, D just breathe, come on now, just calm down," Left Hand was whispering as loudly as he could without drawing attention. "Now is not the time."
"You're right," D hissed. He took the 2 figures into his mind and etched them there, along with their conversation.
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D put the safeguards in place as he came into the luxurious lair. He prepared the food for Jenna to eat. He brought the food to her on an antique tray. The wooden carvings were beautifully ornate. He knew Jenna would enjoy it. He stopped and looked at her. He was unprepared for the feelings that swept over him. His body ached for her. His breathing was coming heavy and fast. It took all of his discipline to remain looking flawless & calm. Jenna fluttered her eyes open. She smiled warmly. She was still very weak. D longed to heal her completely; but he could do no more. The only other thing he could do was to give her some of his blood, but he would not. "Are you upset with me?" Jenna asked.
"No," answered D.
"Then why don't you smile at me?" she inquired. "Do I not please you?"
"I am very pleased with you," D replied. Jenna blushed. "Please eat this food, it will strengthen you."
Suddenly Jenna's demeanor changed. "Why do you want me well? Who are you exactly anyway?" She had a streak of anger in her eyes. One look at D melted her though. "Besides, I'm not hungry."
D leaned in very close to her. "Please eat, Jenna." She looked into his eyes. They were so sad & pleading, she could not resist. She ate the soup; it mad her feel sleepy. She reached out and stroked D's face, touched his lips, grabbed onto his flowing hair. Then she closed her eyes in sleep. D took hold of her hand; he put it to his lips. Her scent overtook him, his senses reeled. The Dunpeal fell to his knees. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, and her full crimson lips. He sucked the air out of her lungs and breathed air back into them. She was so alluring. She was wearing only her black silk panties now. His face was only inches from her breast. He buried his face in her swell, he let a groan escape. She put her hand to his head and gently held him there. "Hmmm, my angel D," she said breathlessly. D took her breast into his hot, wet mouth. She felt like she was on fire! D's blood was screaming as it raced through his veins. He was not even aware that his fangs were showing & his eyes were bathed in red. Time flew by as they caressed and stroked, and licked each other. They eventually laid calmly side-by-side in complete comfort and bliss.
