Here my friends (all real and imaginary) is chapter 6 . You'll get to know Jenst a little bit more, (before he takes all of his clothes off for you). Jenna tries to figure out how to "do it" with D. In addition, Count Vrykola (another original character) makes an entrance. Thank-you so much for being interested in this story. I hope you enjoy the chapter. Ahh, yes, I must insert a lime warning here. Please be advised.
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D considered Jenst's words. He had refused to think of the other Dunpeals who had turned before him. He knew he would not. Or was it that he was hiding behind a false sense of security? Jenst had always been loyal to him, cared for him even. But Jenna was all that mattered anymore. He sighed in defeat, where was his sense of duty?
"D, don't be so hard on yourself. A good woman now and again never hurt anyone; just lighten up about it will ya?" Left-hand snorted.
"I am not that way, and you know it," D hissed as he tightened his grip around the motorcycle handlebars. D reflected on Jenna, concentrated on her thoughts. She felt trapped. Of course she would, she always had been. Death was her only escape. But he had changed all of that. He would have to let her go. See to her safety of course, but let her go free.
The closer he got to his lair, the hotter his blood flowed. The passion and lust were a part of him now; there was no denying it. He stood outside the door resolved to set her free. He burst into the room with an air of authority hanging all around him. He began to wonder exactly what he should say to this beautiful, sensual woman. But it was too late, she spoke first.
"Hello handsome," Jenna purred. D stood there just staring at this gorgeous, alluring creature. She tilted her head to the side and said, "Well, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to give me a kiss?"
D glided to the bed, packages in hand. "I bought you some clothing, Jenna," he said rather clumsily. Although he realized that he preferred her in his silk shirt.
"That was sweet. . . D." She was lounging comfortably on her side, the curve of her hip begging to be touched. She put out her arm and her finger gestured him to come nearer. Then she reached out and grabbed him. She couldn't resist that sad mouth, she just had to make him smile. She gave him her warmest, most passionate kiss. D stayed as perfectly still as he could. He was not expecting this.
"What's wrong with you?" Jenna pushed against his leather-clad chest. "I thought you really wanted me, really cared." Huge tears welled up in Jenna's chocolate eyes. And just when she looked most vulnerable, she slapped D's face hard enough to bring sufficient color to his cheek. Jenna turned her back on him and choked back a sob. She curled her knees to her chest, she felt so betrayed. D could feel the betrayal and hurt within her.
"No, you misunderstand, my little one," D spoke achingly. "It's not like that." He wrapped his arms around her and lightly placed delicate kisses all over her neck, her ear, her cheek, forgetting all of his resolves. She turned to him, and looked up with her pooling brown eyes. D melted. He could do no other than to kiss her pouting mouth. She turned him to liquid inside. His blood screamed out for her. She put her arms around his neck and returned his kiss full force. She pressed herself to him, she tried to find his skin, and found only leather.
"D. . . I want to touch you. Don't you want me, too?" He sighed heavily, groaned actually. Her skin was like hot silk. He did want her. What could he do? He thought his leather clothes gone, and they were. He stood before her in only his soft-grey silk shirt, just like the one she was wearing.
Jenna quickly wrapped her arms around D, before he could change his mind. She ran her hands down his strong muscled back. They moaned simultaneously. D ran his hand through her red, choppy hair. His other hand cupped her sweet bottom. She returned the favor with both hands. She could feel the hardness of his desire pushing against her soft flat tummy. She began to lick the salt of his skin; down his neck, nibbling over and around his collarbone. She slowly peeled his shirt away from his perfectly muscled chest. She continued her slow torturous tonguing down his firm body. She took time to linger on his sensitive nipples, bringing each to a hard, rock-like state.
D was in a storm within himself. He had never experienced such sweet, turbulent sensations his whole life. How could he have lived so long without experiencing these feelings? His thoughts were swirling through his mind, but then he was brought frantically to the moment when Jenna took the length of his hardness into her hot, silken mouth. Instantly his fangs lengthened and his eyes were bathed in a blood red color. D's hands rested heavily on Jenna's shoulders to steady himself. Jenna kept him at this state of ecstasy for lost amounts of time. D's hips of their own volition began to help Jenna by thrusting forward in rhythm to her own sucking motions. This went on until he finally exploded into her willing mouth. He let out a howl, screaming JENNA, as he did so. He pulled her up to him. He had to hold her near, kiss her enchanting mouth. As he did so, she cast her look on him with her sultry eyes. Eyes that instantly turned wide and scared. D's eyes were smoldering still, yet Jenna's look startled him.
"You're not human," she whispered. D felt completely exposed, and ashamed. He looked away quickly. "Nooo, no don't." Jenna wasn't really scared any more, just amazed. She put her hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes. She looked deeply into the eyes of her personal angel. She could detect not a shred of indecency or evil lurking there. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, keeping her hand gently on his face. D could feel that she did not abhor him. She was merely working things out to accept this new, strange situation. She let out her breath, long and slow. Her hand tracing a seductive line all the way down D's hard, sexy body.
She lay back down invitingly on the bed. The whole look of her called to him. He lay down next to her; his eyes were quickly turning back to their chestnut color. Jenna was fascinated. She swiftly kissed the corner of his mouth, pausing to lick at his incisors. She sat back with a little smile curving her mouth. She licked her full lips tauntingly.
"So, are you going to bite me," she asked as she snapped her teeth together. Her smile was playful, and endearing. Jenna was tracing her fingers along D's muscular stomach.
"No, Jenna, never." D said as her shook his head, amazed that she was so accepting of his condition.
She furrowed her brow a bit and said, "Aww, why not?"
"You do not understand my cherie." He brushed some hair away from her eyes. He planted a kiss on her temple, taking time to breath in her fragrance. He loved her feminine scent. "It would mean certain death for me, and possibly you."
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Jenst laced up his denim vest. It had quite a flair to it. He enjoyed wearing denim and silk. His shirts were all the same style: made of silk, priest collar, full poet sleeves, tightly laced 2-3 inches from the wrist. He usually wore bold colors, indigo, purple, or his favorite, burgundy. Jenst never considered himself good looking. He had always been surrounded by such striking creatures his whole life. He thought he was quite plain. Had he only seen himself through another's eyes! He slipped on his tattered jeans. Jenst wore no underwear, they seemed trivial to him. Besides, he enjoyed the breeze that blew across his exposed skin through the tears of his pants. He made sure his jeans had rips in the exact places he wanted: a split at his right knee, stringy rips on his left thigh, a complete tear just at the curve of his right buttocks. He couldn't help the wear and stress marks located at his crotch. The waistband of the jeans had been torn off and frayed. His jeans looked comfortable and touchable. They fit him like a glove. Lastly, he slipped on his well-worn cowboy boots.
Jenst was never sure what to do with his hair. This was the one feature that he had inherited from his dad, wild, uncontrollable hair. It was almost shoulder length; it flared out around his face. He had beads laced in his hair around his high set cheekbones. There were blue highlights everywhere in his locks. He ran his hand through his hair and called it good. Then he slipped out the door and into the night air. He was not even cognizant of the sex appeal he exuded with every step he took.
Jenst had always been a loner. It wasn't that women weren't constantly throwing themselves at his feet. But ever since Meier's change, Jenst was scared to death that he himself might turn. His mother had been a stunning vampire, with large creamy green eyes. His father had been an archeologist. They loved each other yes; but never could his mother truly let herself go in the presence of his father. To keep herself sated, she slept with other vampires. Unbeknownst to all, Jenst witnessed one of these encounters. It was ardent, violent and bloody all at the same time. His mother was not the loving person he had always known her to be. And the blood exchange, it frightened him.
Jenst feared for his father from then on. He stayed by his father's side as often as he could. His father was so pale and fragile compared to his mother. Jenst spent much more time learning his father's art of archeology. It was because of his father's findings that his parents were together. There were archeological findings that evidenced the presence of vampires. When his father encountered his mother, he was intrigued, not scared. This drew her to him.
Jenst also grew to love his uncle, Meier's dad. He was a scientist also. Jenst could never let go of the angst of day they both died. They were at the caves, everything was going quite well. Jenst's father was studying the pictographs on the cave walls; his uncle was taking some soil samples. Meier was wandering around outside the caves. Jenst was in the cave with the two men when the earthquake hit. The cave they were in collapsed completely.
Days later, after they had been dug out, only Jenst had survived. Because he was a Dunpeal, the soil actually healed him, but his father and uncle had no chance. They had been crushed by the weight of the dirt and rocks. Both Meier and Jenst felt helpless and lost. Moreover, Jenst felt guilty and responsible as well. The two of them clung to each other for support for a time. But Jenst's guilt made it difficult for Meier to comfort him, or to receive comfort in return. Meier eventually turned to his vampire mother for consoling. Jenst turned inward. Years later, after his mother had been hunted and brutally killed, Jenst felt all the more guilty for not having cultivated a stronger bond with her. His vulnerability shone in his eyes.
Jenst walked down the street looking too good for words. Yet, he never even knew it. He smiled often, with a deadly white smile that just made hearts flip. His stride was so fluid, it betrayed his desire to blend in. He was obviously different from other men, but it was not obvious why. Jenst's olive skin had blue undertones, giving his full luscious lips their deep purple color.
He looked around the bar he had just walked into. He was looking for Jenna's father. ~The scum~ he thought to himself. Jenst scanned the joint, his lashes were so thick and long, one might have thought that he was wearing liner, or mascara. Nevertheless, they were natural. Then he saw him, sitting with a drug lord's gorilla at an isolated table. Jenst sat at the end of the bar, putting himself in a great position to hear everything. The way he positioned himself on the stool gave everyone else a great view of his exposed upper thigh, through the rips in his jeans.
"Alright Danny. Let me get this straight. I give you $20,000 and Jenna, and the boss forgives me the load that was lost. Right?"
"Forgives? He, he, he," the gorilla rep laughed. "$20,000 and the girl and he don't kill you. You'll still owe him."
"Jeez. I did the best I could given the whole situation," Jenna's father said.
"Jeez, Brad, the Boss is doing the best he can, given the situation." Danny looked wickedly at Brad. He cracked his knuckles and licked his lips. "I'll be sure to take care of you if you're unable to meet these objectives, Brad."
Jenst could smell the fear coming through Brad's pores. He had no doubt that Brad would sell his own daughter, but Brad didn't know where Jenna was. Jenst laughed to himself. But then, Jenst was abruptly quite still. Someone threatening had just entered the bar. It was a Nosferatu, an ancient and powerful vampire. The gorilla Danny got up and ran to the vampire. The vampire was his boss, the drug lord. The Nosferatu was projecting an air of alluring splendor; but he was ugly to Jenst, who could see him for who he truly was. Jenst kept perfectly still as he continued to listen. Not a sound was being made. The vampire was speaking to his henchman telepathically. Jenst concentrated on slowing his heart rate down to a minimum; it was his only defense at this moment. The two men conferred for sometime, then the goon came back and sat with Brad. The vampire began to leave, but he stopped at the door and turned around. He looked at Jenst and practically burned holes into his neck with his stare.
"Look at me emergent one," he was telepathically demanding that Jenst look into his eyes.
~Must keep my eyes down. . .~ Jenst thought with tremendous difficulty. This ancient vampire was incredibly strong. The vampire began to hiss in anger at Jenst's defiance. Just then, the barmaid approached Jenst. Jenst sent the immediate suggestion that she kiss him. And she did! Her amative behavior broke the line of contact that the vampire had with Jenst. The vampire left the bar hastily. In Jenst's mind, he was relieved. However physically, this woman was out of control. She had her hands all over him, on his smooth chiseled chest, on his full crotch. She had managed to undo his clothing in the time it took to ward off the vampire. Meanwhile her lips worked at his velvety mouth like there was no tomorrow. Jenst gently pushed her away and laughed with such relief, that the barmaid was not offended. His laugh was like music to anyone who heard it. One of his rare gifts.
"Oh, baby, I don't know what came over me!" the barmaid gushed as she licked her lips.
"No problem sweetie," Jenst retorted, running his hand through his hair, "It's nice to be wanted now and again." He slapped her arse as she turned to go. She counted herself lucky to have even touched such a man, let alone what had actually transpired. She doubted very much that he ever needed reminding that he was "wanted".
Jenst stood up to tuck his shirt back into his pants and adjust himself accordingly. He hadn't realized it, but everyone in the bar had stopped to see the "show" between himself and the buxom blond. Jenst coughed and sat back down. Normal activity started to resume. Danny and Brad continued their conversation. Jenst noticed that Brad was now white as a sheet.
"Brad, the Boss seems to think that you're not gonna come through with your end of the deal."
"Why does he think that? You told me that I have 'til Friday to get the money together, right?" Brad's voice was wavering now.
"Yeah, Brad, or is it Bradly? You still have 'til Friday, but it's Tuesday now, ya know."
"Damn it, I know what day it is. And it's Brad, just plain Brad."
Danny took a swift swig of his drink, keeping his eye on Brad the whole time. He knew this sucker was lying about something, the Boss was never wrong. Brad was pale and his forehead was sweating, a sure sign of something. "So, how you gonna get Jenna to come willingly?" He asked maliciously.
"She's gonna deliver the money. She's delivered to the boss before. She won't know anything different." His mind was starting to crack, ~ Where the hell was she?~ He decided to try a different tactic. "She's a worthless, used up bitch, ya know."
Danny cut him off immediately. "She's a hottie and you know it. Besides, it doesn't matter what we think. The Boss wants her for himself. (He he he) I think he might have something kinky in mind. He mentioned something about binding her to him." Brad's stomach was turning. "Oh yeah, the boss wants you to meet him at the shack on Thursday to make all the finalizations. You got it?"
Brad mumbled something, but shook his head yes. Jenst swirled around to look at Brad at this moment. Whether Danny noticed it or not, Brad had blanched again. Jenst wanted to laugh out loud. He knew it was because Brad did not know of Jenna's whereabouts. ~So, that vampire wants to make Jenna his bride. I don't think D will like that,~ he thought to himself. Jenst paid his tab and sauntered out the door. He put on some sunglasses, licked his delicious lips and walked down the street.
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"So, you're a vampire, right?" Jenna asked with heightened anticipation, "and if you bit me, I'd turn into one, too?" She waited for some kind of reaction from D, but instead he just rubbed a few strands of her hair between his finger and thumb. Jenna sighed and went on. "Well, are you even curious as to why I can accept you like you are?"
D's eyebrows shot up in response, he nodded his head yes. However, Jenna refused to go on until he at least made an audible attempt at an answer. This brought a smile to D's eyes; he realized that Jenna didn't know that he could read her, because her blood ran in his veins. He was somewhat embarrassed to admit that he had invaded her privacy in this manner. "Yes, Jenna, I am puzzled that you are so accepting of me. Why is this so?"
Jenna smiled her easy carefree smile that made D's heart skip a beat. ~How can she have this power over me?~ he mused. His eyes never left her inviting face.
"Well, D" ~angel D~ she thought, "I have had a pretty awful life." She suddenly sounded downcast and self-conscious. ~D, if you only knew how impure and used I really am, you'd never want me.~ she thought. D immediately kissed the top of her head and rubbed the back of her hand in support.
"If these this is distressing to you, please, refrain," D started to say.
"No, you should know these things." Jenna said sadly, she was sure that D would not want her after she imparted her sordid life's tale to him. D now felt a tinge of guilt, should he tell her that her already helped himself to some of her memories? But having done so, he knew her independence would be kindled, bringing on an anger he didn't want to face. Jenna went on.
"Brad, my father, is a drug dealer. Not a very good one either. He probably uses as many drugs as he sells. Ever since my mother," Jenna choked back a small swelling of a sob, "died, Brad has been running my life. I have been his drug runner in almost every situation. And, if, well. . ." she trailed off. She kept her eyes downcast. The humiliation she felt was so degrading. D put his finger to her face to wipe away a tear that was trickling down her cheek. He brushed his mouth across hers, giving her just the encouragement she needed to keep talking.
"D, if Brad couldn't make his payments, well, I became the payment." ~There, I said it, now he can refuse me.~ D said nothing, he just looked at her with his soulful eyes, giving her time if she needed it. "D, he sold my body to evil men. I don't deserve anyone like you."
D's eyes opened wide in shock, "Like me?" He wondered that she would consider him to be anything that deserved purity of any kind. "Jenna, I can imagine, if I tried, what might transpire if such wicked men were given access to one such as you; it is wholly vile." His words were soothing. "But it never was, nor will it ever have been your fault or doing."
Jenna was now letting her tears flow freely. He wasn't rejecting her! He was an angel. "Maybe not, I don't know. I was able to lock myself away in my mind when these things took place. Like living in my own little corner of the universe."
D already knew these things. But he was confused, how was it that he was drawn to her blood as though it were virgin blood? It made no sense to him. His desires were so intense, how could he be mistaken? He turned his attention back to Jenna.
"There were so many different men. But there was one man who came into drug power that was more powerful than all the others had been." Jenna's face took on a look between fear and awe. "He goes by Vrykola. Brad was really scared of this guy." D's stomach instantly tightened, but he kept his face calm, he did not want to alarm Jenna. He knew this name, could it be that this ancient has aligned himself with humans to do his bidding? It made sense, drugs could do most of the controlling, he needed only to supply them.
". . . but he said I could call him Cola. He was always very nice to me. And compared to the other men that have passed through my life, I welcomed his affection. But D," Jenna said almost in a whisper, "I swear I saw him kill someone once." Jenna's color drained from her face.
"When Jenna, when did you see this?" D asked softly.
"I was making a drop for Brad, and I thought I heard Cola's voice, it's very distinctive. So I was making my way past the corner of 5th and Pine, and then I saw him in the ally way. He was bent over a man at his neck." Jenna's hand went to her neck instinctively. "The man's mouth was hanging open in a scream, but no sound was coming out." Jenna had the sheets up close to her face, as though she could hide from the memory. "I hid behind a dumpster, I was in shock I guess. Cola laughed so wickedly. . . I couldn't believe it was him. I could see him through the rusted out places in the dumpster. He was so blatant about this, laughing. I saw blood dripping from his teeth, no, they were fangs." Jenna sat there wide eyed and still, caught in the horror of the memory.
D put his arm around her small shoulders, realizing that she had carried far too much upon them in her short life. She suddenly looked up at D, realizing that he might also be one of these vile creatures. D reassured her, "Jenna, I am not like Count Vrykola. I am not a vampire." His eyes were so clear and true, Jenna believed him at once.
~But is it because I just want to believe him, or is it true?~ She wondered. D smiled at this, she wanted to believe him. His smile took her breath away! It was so beautiful. "If you are not a vampire, then what? What, who are you, D?"
"I am a Dunpeal, or Dampire, better understood as a half-breed." D looked a little sad at his words, but still proud. My father was a vampire, my mother was human, and I am who I am," he said without apology.
Jenna sat up and brought her knees up to her chin. "Wow. This is just so freaky," she said as she shook her head. D's eyes were sadder than usual (if that's possible) at her comment. She noticed right away. She flung her arms around his neck. "But that doesn't change the way I've been feeling about you, ya know," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. D's spirits lifted.
"How is it possible that you can you be so buoyant like this Jenna?" D said not hiding his amazement.
"Because I am with someone who is not trying to hurt me, or use me in any degrading way D. You have no idea what that means to me, no idea." Jenna spoke these words with sincerity, as she stroked his face lovingly.
"Now D, you said that making love to me would be certain death? I don't believe you." D opened his moth to explain, but she put her hand to his mouth to stop him. "I know, I've been used by men in the most hideous of ways." She bit her lip, yet she went on. "But I am still a virgin in the most technical sense of the word." D's eyes were riveted on her words. "Brad is just so sick. He didn't want to lose his insurance, me. So he never allowed men to "take me" in that way. He always watched, just to make sure.'' She once again became humiliated to be sharing these things.
D took her chin in his hand and spoke softly to her. "It is a tribute to your strength that you survived it, my love. Let those things go, let them go." D weaved a soft spell with his voice, erasing much of the pain that lay there in her memories.
