Chapter 5, the saga continues.  Another original character, & and one whom you'll recognize right away.  As usual, no official rights to D, but painfully possessive of my original characters.  By the request of some readers, I will make the fic rated "R" now.  The sex scenes may get progressively more involved.   Also by request, I'll try to make the chapters longer for you.  I want only to satisfy you, my reader.  Thanks for reading my fic, I hope you are enjoying it.

The Anti-Fan

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Jenna was sleeping now.  D was running his fingers through her wavy red hair.  She fascinated him.  He looked at her possessively.  D carefully ran his fingers over her chest and belly.  The Dunpeal took her in, imprinting everything about her in his mind forever.  His fingers lingered on the Broken Cloud* at her breast.  He relived that moment of biting her, but not enough to draw blood.  It had been incredibly difficult to stop himself.  That passion could be so powerful was frightening to him.   He had never imagined it could be so.  It's no wonder he had tried so very hard to avoid these feelings for all these years gone by.  *(Broken Cloud: Kama Sutra word for a bite mark on the chest or breast.  A circle of teeth marks around the areolas, without broken skin.) 

"So, whatcha gonna do D, keep her as a slave?" Left Hand whispered hoarsely.

"She is here of her own free will," D replied.

"Yeah, right." D squeezed his hand shut tight.  Jenna did need some clothes, he realized.  He decided to go out again.  She was calm now.  There were no yearnings for death at the forefront of her mind.  He stepped outside.  He set the safeguards, but something felt odd.  There was an electrical charge in the air.  D searched his senses; he couldn't quite decipher what it was. 

"Do you sense it?"  D asked Left Hand holding up his hand to the windy sky.

"Yeaaah, it's something alright.  I'm telling ya, it's the girl." Left Hand responded as he sniffed the air .

"You're speculating about things you have no knowledge about," D snapped back.  Her refused to let anyone, or thing accuse Jenna of bringing about evil.

"Oh I see, and you're the expert on the female human now?  That's a laugh!"

"I swear I'll slice you off. . ." D began.

"No need, I'll just shut up and say I told you so later," Left Hand said with an obnoxious chortle.  D was grateful for his silence.  The feeling in the air seemed to dissipate, so he set his concern for it aside.

He was back on his bike riding into town.  Everyone stared as he picked out a flowing purple hued silk skirt for Jenna.  D considered getting a bra for her.  But he thought it would be too painful for Jenna to wear over her wounds; this among other more lascivious thoughts.  He chose a cotton gypsy shirt to match the skirt.  It would breathe and allow her wound to continue to heal.  He certainly looked out of place, tall, pale, and devastatingly handsome.  He spoke to no one while he made his purchase.  When he stepped outside he saw someone wave to him from across the way.  It was Jenst, another Dunpeal.  He crossed over to him.

"D," greeted Jenst.

"Jenst," D replied.  D stared forcefully into Jenst's eyes.  Jenst had to look away.

"D, you must stop this obsession.  I know you remember Brennen & Salvador.  There have been many others before them.  You know this."  Jenst spoke with selfless passion.  D said nothing.  "D, we can alter her memory.  She'll remember only that she was rescued and recovered."

"I can't, Jenst.  She is in danger.  I must protect her."  D spoke with conviction.

Jenst proceeded cautiously.  "No, D, you do not have to."  D's anger began to rise.  He was not aware of it, however. 

"Yes Jenst, I must."  Jenst reached out to touch D's shoulder as a sign of support.  D grabbed Jenst's wrist and held it fast.  "Do not presume to tell me what I should and should not do."  D spoke slowly and deliberately.  He was unaware of the fire in his eyes.  Jenst removed his wrist from D's painful grip.

"No.  I would never presume," Jenst said softly, calmly.  He was feeling such angst for his friend; one of the very few that he had.  "I do intend to find the girl's family," he was swiftly interrupted.

"NO!  You cannot!"   D was only inches from Jenst's face.  "He is the danger!"  His words were audible growls.  D's chest was heaving as he spoke, practically knocking into Jenst with each breath he took. 

"I see, then I shall seek out this dangerous man.  My only wish is to help you D."  Jenst was all but bowing apologetically to D, begging forgiveness for what he guessed must have been insolence.  D's ruffled anger calmed.  He related what he knew about Jenna's father and the drug deal.  "Look for me to the east," were Jenst's departing words.

D was completely oblivious to his bizarre behavior toward his friend.  He could think only of Jenna.  He thought on her and found her satisfied.  The corners of his mouth begged to smile.

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Jenna woke peacefully.  "Am I in a dream?" she wondered aloud.  "How can this be real?"  She found her way to a massive wood & leather love seat.  She was so exposed.  "I need a shirt or something."  She found several grey silk shirts hanging in a beautifully ornate wardrobe.  She threw one on.  It hung on her like a dress.  She found the bathroom and began to freshen up.  The neckline on the shirt hung so low on her, her breasts were mostly exposed.   She noticed the bite mark on her right breast.  She touched it lightly.  Just touching it brought back the memory of passion so strongly that she was weak in the knees.  After she regained her strength, she looked at it again.  It didn't hurt, it was actually somewhat  . . . mesmerizing.

She went back to the room with the loveseat.   She took a look around the studio-like apartment.  There were no windows.  "That's odd," Jenna thought.  Though there were many beautiful antiques all around.  She began to delve deep into thought.  "Who is this guy?  I don't even know.  He is gorgeous though.  And his body, oh my gawd."  Her eyes flashed and a slight blush came to her cheeks as she bit her thumb nail.  She began to think about her options.  "This will never last," she sighed.  "I could go back to the house, his house." She thought about this for a minute.  "He'll beat me up, maybe break a rib."  She reflected on this as she subconsciously rubbed her carefully, sensually treated wounds. 

"I could just leave this city.  But I have nothing, not one red cent."  Now she was feeling angry.  The need to walk away was strong.  "How the hell do I get out of here?"  She was showing her frustration by pounding on the walls.  She was trapped.  "Damn it!  I've gone from one trap to another."  Weariness was beginning to overtake her.  Her wounds were sore.  So, she went back to the bed.  As she laid back on it, she realized that it was softer than anything she'd ever slept on.  "Well, if this is my cage, at least it's comfortable."

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Jenst stood crouched against the ally wall.  After he was certain that the victim was not Jenna's father, he watched impassively as the vampire took his fill of the victim's blood.  He could try to stop him, but this human was a derelict anyway.  He wasn't hired to do so either.  But he knew that that these were not the real reasons that he let the vampire have his way.  Jenst Link observed his cousin, Meier.  Why had he chosen to turn?  They had been quite the duo prior to Meier's change.  But now, they were ostracized. 

Meier wiped his mouth with his index finger, slowly and methodically, then he sucked off any remaining blood.  He looked to the ally and saw Jenst.  He flew to him so quickly, that Jenst was taken off guard.  Meier pinned Jenst against the wall between his two outstretched arms.  His face was only inches from Jenst's.  His breath smelled of fresh blood; a smell that was not as offensive as Jenst would like to think it should be. 

            "Cousin, why are you here?"  Meier interrogated in a sing-song voice.

            "I'm looking for someone," Jenst almost whispered.

            "I'll bet." Meier was quite intimidating.  He was taller than Jenst, and still extraordinarily handsome for a vampire. He made Jenst feel small the way he was towering over him, so close to his person.  Jenst didn't let his feelings show.

            "I'm not looking for you, Meier."

            "Really, now, who then?"  Meier licked Jenst's long neck.  Jenst turned his head aside, trying hard to keep his breathing under control.  "Do you want to play, Jenst?"  Meier scraped his teeth on Jenst's beautiful smooth neck.

            "Stop it, Meier," Jenst spoke with cool authority.  Meier stepped back.

            "Fine."  They stared at each other for a formidable amount of time.  Then Meier laughed.  He slapped Jenst's face forcibly.  Jenst's lip was bleeding.  Jenst went to wipe his mouth with his hand, but Meier grabbed his hand to stop him.  Meier leaned in closer, ever so slowly, staring directly into Jenst's big eyes without blinking once.  Jenst looked helplessly back into Meier's mesmerizing red eyes, his mouth parted slightly, he was breathing faster now.  The corners of Meier's mouth slowly lifted into a wicked grin, the tip of his tongue licking at their corners.  Suddenly he lapped up the blood droplets from off of Jenst's full lips.  He jumped up to the roof and yelled down to Jenst, "I'll play when you do cousin!"  He laughed maliciously as he flew away.  Jenst stood shaken, and aroused.

Meier couldn't stand being refused by Jenst.  Things had changed to be sure.  Why had he never noticed Jenst's chiseled features before?  His lean, lithe body, his arms and his stomach so defined, his eyes, so demure.  Now it all seemed quite obvious and tempting.  The thing Meier found most intriguing was the contrast between them.  Meier was, of course, quite pale with silver white hair.  Jenst on the other hand, had olive skin with sultry looking blue-black hair.  "Damn his good looks!" thought Meier, as he flew on into the night, working furiously to relieve his sexual tension.