Chapter 7 folks (all 2 or 3 of you).  It is getting deep.  There is interaction with demons, Jenst and Meier, and D in spirit here somewhere.  I must warn you of a very lemony yaoi scene.  If this makes you squeamish, please refrain from reading the end of this chapter.  Otherwise, please enjoy the trappings of my imagination. 

The Anti-Fan

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Vrykola stepped around the three victims he had just devoured.  He waved them off onto his servants.  They began to dispose of the bodies.  He sat down on a large chair in the big, open room.  The chair was reminiscent of a throne.  No doubt, he wished it were.  He heard the tearing of flesh and bone, but ignored his servants' necrophagous behavior.  He had much more on his mind.  His intended

"That Dunpeal," he said aloud to no one, "He could be trouble.  He was hiding something, perhaps the girl."  Vykrola thought back to the time he first saw the young woman, she had bruises on her neck.  Obviously placed there by some brut who had no intentions other than this roughness.  But, the bruises actually drew him to her, to Jenna.  He could smell her blood at the surface of her skin, knew that she was exceptionally strong.  (He licked his bloody lips in anticipation of her taste).  She might be one who could undergo the blood change, and become his companion.     

"But this foolish Dunpeal, he dares to interfere!"  His ranting went unnoticed in his big house.  His foul servants were still eating away the dead flesh of his most recent victims.  He was tiring of blood, of torn flesh, of the dull dribble his life had become over the centuries.  He had taken up the drug trade to amuse himself.  This false power over humans, "Bah!"  He had no need of it, except that the incessant boredom of his life demanded something.  Jenna would take all of that away.  ~A companion, something sweet from the other side of the realm.~ 

He would need to drain Brad of his blood and keep some in a vile to feed to her on their wedding night.  Thus, he could possess her with her father's permission!  ~Eh, he, he. . . that idiot Brad.  He thinks himself free from my wrath.  It is not the useless drugs that he lost that infuriates me, but his lack of foresight.  That he could not see Jenna for her true worth.~

Brad was walking to the shack.  ~How utterly ridiculous to call this mansion the shack.~ Still it covered up the boss' involvements when they talked about him.  As Brad approached the gates, he felt the darkest, most foreboding feeling he had ever felt.  Something was wrong, but he didn't know what.  He shook off the feeling, it was nearly 7:00 p.m., he didn't want to be late for his meeting with Vrykola.

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Meier sapped every last drop of blood from his victim.  He had no need of zombies in his life.  Then he kicked the drained body into the river.  No one would discover the body for days.  The night was still, yet there was a disturbance in the air.  It was vaguely familiar.  It didn't matter what feeling was disturbing his mind though, because the thought of Jenst kept pushing it out.  It had been nearly 70 years since he had seen his beloved cousin.  Times had changed, he had changed, but Jenst, he had not.  He had remained beautiful, and pure.  ~Damn my mother,~ Meier thought.  But then her shook that thought from his head.  It was not she who had done this, but he who had chosen this way of life.  She had merely shown him the way.  After the death of his father, he lost track of Jenst, poor, sad Jenst.  

"Now you are found, my sweet.  I shall not let you go so easily this time." Meier said with a hot, sexy grin on his striking face.  He thought back to the moment he saw Jenst in the ally way.  He had taken his breath away.  ~His eyes, those big indigo eyes, so coppery and dreamy.~  How would he convince Jenst that he wanted him so?  Meier bit his lip in anticipation of the many wondrous things he wanted to do to Jenst.  Meier found it mesmerizing that the taste of Jenst's blood could linger with him; it was only a droplet or two after all that he had licked from Jenst's voluptuous lips.  The memory of it brought Meier to full arousal, he growled.  "I will find you this night, my sweet, and I will help you to understand what I want."  He laughed, and his eyes flashed at the realization that had just come to him.  "What you want. . .yesss" he could smell the desire in Jenst as he flew away from him that night.  There was true chemistry working on them both.     

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Brad hated this place.  Usually Jenna came to make the cash deliveries, and pick up the new drugs.  Last time he lost the whole drop in the river.  He was so high; he almost fell over the side of the overpass himself.  His motorcycle was trashed.  There was no way to recover the drugs.  The powder dissolved in the water through the hole that Brad had ripped in it for his own personal dose.  Vrykola actually offered him amnesty.  Brad was so dense; he actually believed something like this was possible.  He stepped up to the door and rang the bell.

A pale looking man with fathomless eyes answered, Brad shivered in spite of himself.  "Yes, can I help you?" the man asked.  His breath was fetid.  Brad looked away before he almost threw up.

"I'm ah, here to see the Boss, Mr.Vrykola." he stammered, stomach still lurching.  He had never been here himself before, and Jenna never really conversed with him any more.  So he was completely unprepared for the overpowering presence of this place. 

"Yessss," the man hissed, "He has been awaiting your arrival for 4 minutes now.  You're late."  He stared at Brad with those black, emotionless eyes.  "Count Vrykola does not like to be kept waiting."  He said as he pointed Brad toward the vast, open reception room.  Brad looked at his watch, shook it a little and held it up to his ear.  Thinking, perhaps, that this would excuse his lateness.

Vrykola was seated in his huge chair, staring into Brad's very soul.  "Mr. Stiles, do come in," he said with a smile that did not reach his eyes.  "I believe this is the first time you have been to my home.  Usually it is your charming daughter, Jenna, who delivers, is it not?"  He waited for a reply.

"Yeah, yeah it's usually Jenna.  But I thought, given all the stuff going down, that it'd be better if I came this time."  Brad said, wondering if he should sit, or wait to be invited to do so.

Vrykola detested liars; and Brad was lying to him.  He seethed, a sense that shone through his eyes.  "Please, take a seat.  We have much to discuss."  Vrykola waved his hand to a chair.

Brad's mouth had gone completely dry.  He tried to clear his throat as he sat down.  He wished he could look around at all of the stuff on the walls and interior of this place, it was amazing.  However, he chose instead to look into those boring eyes, eyes that wanted.  But what did they want?  "I haven't mentioned anything to Jenna about this, I'm sure you understand."  Brad tried to fill in the oppressive air with his worthless chatter.

"That is good, Mr. Stiles."  Vrykola said, almost hissed.  "I understand that you do not have a high opinion of your daughter."  He said matter-of-factly.

"Hey, that doesn't matter, right?  I mean, you like her."  Brad was stumbling over his words.  ~Damn that Danny, probably told him everything I said~ 

"Mr. Stiles, I do not think you realize the importance of your daughter enough."  Vrykola began as if to lecture.

Brad unwisely interrupted, "I know that she's the reason you're sparing my life."  It just spilled out of him, like the confession of a six year old.

Vrykola grabbed Brad's face and held it in his grasp. . . painfully.  "Listen to me, you worthless piece of flesh, I will have your daughter as my companion, and you will not blunder this away, as you have your entire life."  Brads cheeks were starting to bleed inside his mouth from the pressure Vrykola was putting upon them.  "I need you only to draw her out.  Then I will suck out all of your blood as a wedding gift to my bride.  I should think that would make her quite content. Heh, he-he.  Ahh yes, it will be good."  Vrykola began to fantasize to himself as though Brad was not even present.

~Is this really happening?  It's all Jenna's fault, I should have known.  I should have killed her when I killed her bitch of a mom.~  A drop of blood was beginning to trickle down Brad's cheek.

"In the tavern, you were being monitored by an individual.  He was sitting at the end of the bar.  He is a most astonishing specimen," Vrykola's mind began to drift for a moment as his eyes sparkled with the memory of Jenst. "Do you know of whom I speak?"  Vrykola waited for Brad's reply.

Brad searched his mind for any information.  He decided it must have been that intimidating guy with the long hair. "Uh, yeah, the guy with the barmaid?" 

Vrykola seethed, he hated Brad's lack of manner.  "He is a Dunpeal, he is very dangerous to me, and thus you."

Brad was so confused, ~A what?!  What the hell did that guy have to do with anything?~

"Shut up you worthless human being!" Vrykola nearly shouted.  "Now, where exactly is Jenna?"  He released his grasp on Brad's face.

"I, I'm not sure where she is right now," Brad faltered, "but she can't be too far." 

"Can't she now?  She's been gone for at least this past week or more, has she not?" Vrykola's voice intensified, he spoke slowly as if to a child.

Brad's jaw dropped.  His heart began to beat fiercely, so much so he could hear it in his own ears.  No one knew about Jenna's disappearance.  How could Vrykola have even suspected?   "How could you possibly. . . " Brad began to utter, wide eyed.

Vrykola was on Brad before he could finish his sentence.  His fangs were deep in his neck, sucking his blood, but not all of it.  "Foul creature!" Vrykola said as he pushed Brad away from him.  "You are now mine, slave," he asserted with contempt.  Brad fell to his hands and knees.

~Where am I?  What am I doing here?~

"Get up," Vrykola demanded.

~That voice, my master.~

"Yessss.  Mr. Stiles, you must obtain the girl Jenna.  Without harm, and above all else; this is of the utmost importance."  Vrykola whispered into brad's ear.

"Yes Master. As you wish."  Brad droned.

Vrykola chuckled wickedly, "You may call me sir."  He began pacing the floor.  "You will most likely run into trouble with the aforementioned Dunpeal, Mr. Stiles."

"Tell me sir, how may I defeat him to please you?"

"I will teach you a chant to call forth the demon Ciupipiltin, he will defeat the Dunpeal through you.  The chant alone will render the Dunpeal helpless."  Vrykola was smiling maliciously as he hissed to his new slave.  He was breathing faster with each word, his mouth watered at the thought of destroying such a beautiful creature as Jenst.

"Teach me sir that I might please you."

Vrykola began to imprint the chant on Brad's weak, pliable mind; a chant that he himself could not utter aloud, lest the demon attack him.  "If the Dunpeal knows this chant, he will escape.  If this is the case, return immediately.  If he tries to interact with you, you will continue the chant and thus defeat him.

"Yes, sir. I will sir."  Brad was no longer himself, but rather a puppet caught in Count Vrykola's strings. 

"Now, you will leave my hospitable home, forgetting most of our meeting, Mr. Stiles.  You shall remember that finding Jenna is the most important thing in your useless life.  You shall remember the chant when you see the beautiful Dunpeal.  You will seem to remember us discussing my generous offer further.  All memories of my home will be those of awe and respect."

"Yes, yes sir.  It shall be as you say."  Brad responded obediently.   

"You will go about your ineffectual life as if it mattered.  Nevertheless, you will be at my beck and call, at all times.  You will think of a plausible excuse for the horrid bruise at you neck and on your face.  Perhaps a bad fall?"  Vrykola's smile was repelling.  

"Yes, yes I fell down the steps at my apartment.  I landed on a child's bicycle.  But I'm fine now, thank-you."  Brad's mind began to rise above the fog a little bit.  Vrykola was escorting him out personally.  "Thank-you Mr. Vrykola, sir."

"Not a problem, Mr. Stiles.  These things do happen.  We will work things out after all.  Thank-you for coming to my home.  Have a good evening."  Vrykola flashed another emotionless smile.

Brad found himself stumbling down the long walkway toward the city lights.  "Man, what a trip."  He was shaking his head to clear it.  "I feel like I was going to do something; what was it?"  He walked on through the night, some weird chant coursing through the back of his mind.

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Jenst was hanging around the tavern that he knew Brad frequented.  ~That drug deal is going down tomorrow.  If I trail Brad, maybe I can get rid of him for D.~  Jenst really wanted to help D.  He had a soft spot in his heart for D.  D found Jenst several years ago, saved him really.  He helped Jenst to survive in the ever-changing world.  Pointed out the dangers to a Dunpeal, and the threats of the ever-present vampire.  Jenst felt that he would be forever indebted to D. 

Jenst leaned against the lamppost and thought about D.  He couldn't understand his feelings about him.  When he was near D, he felt flushed and confused.  Yet, his respect and regard for D were without measure.  He rubbed his forehead to clear his thoughts.  ~It doesn't really matter, I guess.~

A small group of women walked by and distracted Jenst.  "Ooo, hello handsome," one of them said, the others giggled. 

Jenst nodded his head to them and smiled his heart-stopping smile.  "Evening ladies."  The night's light hid the blush coming to his cheeks.

The group of women stopped and whispered together for a moment.  Then a cute brunette stepped forward toward Jenst.  "Hi, I'm Charyl," she stated somewhat shyly, "We're going to the Shadow Club dancing.  Would you care to join us?" she waved her hand toward her friends as she spoke.

Jenst looked up in surprise.  His eyebrows shot up in amusement.  He ran his hand through his gorgeous locks and spoke.  "Well, I may be headed there myself later tonight.  If I do, will you grace me with a dance?"

All the women were entranced.  "Sure, I'd love to," Charyl replied breathlessly. 

Jenst chuckled and said, "Thanks."  The lilt of his laughter brought the women out of their trance.  They were suddenly so happy and full of laughter themselves.  Jenst's gift of laughter had affected them all.  "See ya later," he said with a wave; and he began to saunter down the street, leaving yearning hearts in his wake.

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Regardless of his amorous feelings for Jenst, Meier was still feeling that something was not right.  "I have felt this feeling before.  Where, where have I felt it?"  Meier thought aloud to himself.  His thoughts turned to his days in the Philippines.  Days he had spent with his mother and her brothers.  There was one vampire who had been tortured, killed in the most unspeakable way.  Not by any human hand did she die, but by the power of a demon.

The religious leader of the village in which she resided had summoned the demon.  Her spirit was sucked out of her, and then all of her organs, which the demon devoured.  Then her bones turned to ash.  Lastly, the demon took her remaining flesh, tanned it, and added it to his collection.  This all took place while the vampire was still cognizant of pain.  Not until her family did a ritual for her, was she released from this torture. 

This demon had been summoned by a certain chant.  "NO!" He immediately thought of his vulnerable cousin, Jenst.  Most vampires would know of this chant.  But a Dunpeal might not.  Meier raised his fists to the sky and yelled, "God of the heavens, if anything happens to him, I swear I'll kill indiscriminately for the rest of my days.  Even you will have trouble counting the dead!"  Meier flew to the sky seeking out this demon.

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Jenst saw Brad, and picked up pace.  Brad saw him and stopped, instead of running away, he turned down an obscure ally, motioning for Jenst to follow him.  ~That's odd.  Maybe he realizes how deep he's in this.  Does he think I'll help him?~

Jenst turned in to the abandoned ally and there stood Brad, seemingly in a trance.  He was saying something, but what?  "Hey, what do you think you're doing?  What, what do you. . . want?"  Jenst could not quite think straight.  The air was becoming oppressive, thick.  He tried to seize Brad, but he could not take another step toward him.

BELZEBUB

                        LUCIFER

                                                MADILON

~Stop it, just shut up.~  Jenst had his hands to his ears, trying to drown out these sounds.  What was doing this, what was it?

SOLYMO

                        SAROY

                                                THEU

Jenst was on his knees.  "Aaarrrgg!!  PLEASE, PLEASE STOP IT! STOP IT!"  Jenst was on all fours screaming with the pain that was searing through his body.  He felt like his insides were being torn asunder.

AMECLO

                        SAGRAEL

                                                PRAREDUN

Jenst was screaming so loudly that the old bricks of the building were shaking.  He couldn't think, but it didn't look like Brad standing before him any more, but a man with the head of a hawk and the tail of a snake.  Jenst's eyes began to roll back in his head.  ~Am I dying~ 

Just before Jenst let go of his earthly life, he saw a glorious sight, a white streak from the sky swooped down upon this man-thing.  But that was all he could remember.

Meier could see Jenst writhing in pain on the ally floor.  ~If I can just fly to the man's neck, I can suck him dry before he turns completely demon.  It might be the end of us both, but what the hell.~  Meier flew down with extraordinary speed, a blur to the natural eye.  His mouth open, fangs exposed, he landed squarely upon the neck of the creature that was once Brad Stiles.  He sucked the blood of this thing as fast and as forcefully as he could.  Even still, the man creature was trying to finish the curse.

Venite

                        Ciuppip. . .

Meier sat back, nearly exhausted.  He let out a huge sigh.  ~I did it.  I killed this bastard.~ hehehe.  He sat back and leaned against the wall.  "Whew, that was close."  He put his hand to his chin and rubbed it as he looked on Jenst.  "Why did you turn out so gorgeous?  Why Jenst?  I almost just died for you!"

Jenst looked up and saw Meier.  ~What was he doing there?  Where was Brad?  What was that thing?~  There were just too many questions running through his head, which seemed to be pounding like a jack hammer.  He put his hands to his temples to rub them a bit.  Then he realized that Brad was dead.  "What are you doing here Meier?  Did you have anything to do with this?"  He gestured toward Brad's dead body.

Meier was silent for a time.  He just stared at Jenst with his expressive red eyes, never even blinking.  He was livid, Jenst could make that out right away.  ~But why?~ he wondered, as he stood up, rather shakily. 

Meier didn't know whether to punch Jenst, slap him, or kiss him.  "Don't ever do that again!!"  Meier jumped up and screamed at Jenst.  His chest was heaving with labored breath. 

Jenst stood there, bewildered, what had he done to anger Meier like this.  "What?  What should I not do again?" he asked.

Meier threw Jenst against the ally wall, held him there with his hand splayed open against his chest.  "You could have been killed!  Or worse. . .changed."  Meier shuddered at the thought of what Jenst might have had to do in defense.

Jenst stared wide-eyed at Meier with his indigo eyes with their coppery luster.  His mouth hung open slightly.  ~Why would Meier even care about any of this anyway?~ 

Meier took Jenst's chin into his hand.  He stared into those big, helpless eyes.  He feathered his thumb across Jenst's purpled lips.  He could stand it no longer.  He took a step closer to Jenst.  He put his other hand on Jenst's hip.  He started to lower his mouth to Jenst's. 

"No, please no."  Jenst's whispers were ignored.  Meier kissed those full lips so gently, so tenderly.  He pulled back to look at Jenst's response, for anything.  Jenst looked into Meier's eyes, those red eyes.  ~They used to be a soft baby blue, before.~  Jenst's eyes were on the verge of tears, his mouth held a pout.  Meier's heart was nearly breaking, Jenst didn't want him.

Just then, Jenst put his hands to Meier's face; he outlined the shape of his eyebrows.  Softly, he followed the lines of his cheekbones, as Meier rubbed his cheek against the back of Jenst's hand.  "Hmmnn," Meier's trembling voice let escape. 

Meier began to speak Jenst's name, but Jenst put a finger to Meier's lips and let out a soft "Shhh."

Meier began to panic in his mind.  ~What did this mean?  Was Jenst refusing him after all?  Was this it?~  Then he noticed that Jenst's mouth was curving into the most alluring smile he had ever seen.

"You saved me didn't you?  Just now.  I don't know from what, or how, but you did it."  Jenst spoke so softly, Meier almost wasn't sure he heard it.  Then Jenst tilted his head to the side and his eyes turned dreamy.  As he lifted his lips up to Meier, he pulled him to closer as well until their lips met.  They kissed like this as time stood still.  Each one's tongue exploring the other as if all existence depended upon it.  Meier had lifted Jenst up off the ground and had him pinned to the wall.  Jenst wrapped his legs around Meier's waist and hips.  He had his boot clad legs locked fast to keep him there. 

Eventually, they let go of that kiss.  They stood in front of each other softly caressing each other's faces.  Meier was constantly running his hands through Jenst's outrageous hair.  Meier leaned in to suck and nibble on Jenst's ear.  "Ahhh," Jenst let escape a startled little sound.  Meier reached down to feel the pleasure of Jenst's arousal, kept at bay only by those shredded jeans.

"Meier, no. . . everyone, anyone could see us."  Jenst looked down the ally, suddenly realizing the drudgery of the scenery: Brad's dead body, the typical surroundings of a city ally.

"Shhh, don't worry baby, I've taken care of everything."  Meier placed a kiss on Jenst's forehead and walked a few steps away from him.  He waved his hands across the air, and the surroundings began to change.  As Jenst stood in amazement, the ally began to transform.  He could see the ally and a beautiful room at the same time.  Then, the only thing he could see was the lovely surroundings.  There was a strong smell of incense in the air.  The ambiance filled Jenst's senses.  There were candles burning everywhere, hundreds of them!  Two glasses of wine sat upon a tall slender table, and on the floor lain a huge pillow, large enough to be a mattress.

"How did you do that?"  Jenst asked in awe.

"I've been practicing, my pet."  Meier replied.  Jenst was impressed.  "You know the night belongs to me.  As you do."  These words made Jenst a bit uncomfortable, he did not belong to anyone.  "Now, where were we?"  Meier drawled.  He stood about three feet in front of Jenst, his arms slightly outstretch.  He bowed his head, and closed his eyes.  When he looked up, staring directly into Jenst's eyes, he stood completely naked.  He hid nothing. 

Jenst's breath caught in his throat, then came in fast and uncontrolled.  The length of Meier's hardness aroused him in a most unexpected way.  Meier sauntered over to Jenst.  His index finger gently lifted Jenst's chin, and he said huskily, "Now, what can we do about removing these clothes?"

Jenst held onto his vest like a security blanket.  But Meier was insistent.  Jenst looked around the room again, he knew it was an illusion.  "But what if someone. . . "

Meier's eyes were laughing, "Don't you worry, no one can see through this shield."  He could see the uneasiness in Jenst's expressive eyes.  He reassured him further.  "If someone walked by, they'd see only an empty ally."  He failed to express his next thought ~Only a vampire more powerful than myself could see through this illusion.~

Jenst could hardly resist the Adonis standing so close to him.  He slowly let go of his vest, seductively brushing his hand down the length of his body.  He removed his vest and shirt in one swift movement.  His spectacularly chiseled chest heaved softly as he stood there for Meier's amusement.  Then Jenst just stood there, contemplating his next move.  "And your pants, my pet?" Meier pleaded.

Jenst leaned down to take off his boots so he could remove his pants when Meier interrupted.  "Oh no," he said shaking his head.  "Not the boots, I want you to wear your boots, I want to lick your boots," he said as he stroked his length and rolled his head. 

Jenst trembled and smiled, "Okay."  So, he thought his pants gone, and they were.  Meier scrapped his teeth together as he took in the vision before him.  Meier's eyes were dancing with lust and desire.  Jenst was so gorgeous, and he didn't even know it. 

He stepped over to Jenst and put his hand possessively around the back of his neck.  He held him there and said, "Jenst, I know you want me," brushing his lips back and forth across Jenst's forehead. "Now let's see, what was it you said?  That I was extraordinarily handsome for a vampire?"   

Jenst blushed; he realized that Meier had been reading his thoughts during their last encounter.  How weak he had been!  He had not been in control of anything.  But it didn't matter anymore.  The moment was now.  "Yes, Meier, I've always admired your strong shoulders," he kissed each one.  "Your wonderful pale skin," Jenst buried his face in Meier's neck, licked it, softly bit it.  Meier had his hands around Jenst's hips now.  Both of them were being assaulted by the length and hardness of each others swelling arousal.  "And your perfect hair, I've always loved your perfect hair."  Jenst ran both hands through Meier's silvery hair.  Meier picked up Jenst, kissed him, then gently laid him back on the huge, plush pillow. 

Meier kissed Jenst's lips, letting his tongue slide in and out of his velvety mouth at will.  Then he distributed kisses all over Jenst's face and down his neck.  He slowly worked his way to the soft brown nipples on Jenst's chest.  He took each one into his moist, playful mouth.  He sucked on it until it was pebble hard.  Then he did the same for the other begging nipple. 

Jenst's body was on fire.  But his mind was in a worse state.  ~What am I doing?  This has got to be wrong.  I like women.  This is my cousin. . .~  But before he could think anything else, his body took over.  Meier had just finished devouring his six-pack tummy and belly button, he was now moving in on his real target.  And he found it. 

Meier knelt in front of Jenst.  He gently spread his legs apart so he could get as close as physically possible.  Meier buried his face in Jenst's generous dark curls.  Then he kissed the entire length of Jenst's hard flesh.  "Now my love," Meier purred, "prepare yourself."  Meier took Jenst into his hungry mouth.  He licked and sucked on him bringing Jenst to the greatest of heights.  Jenst was certainly not prepared for this.

"Dear God in heaven!" Jenst screamed. 

Meier thought ~He has nothing to do with this.~  Meier chuckled to himself as he continued to work away at his prize.  ~The only god here is me.~  Jenst began to thrust into Meier's mouth, grabbing and holding on to his hair.  He came forcefully, but Meier did not let a drop escape his tongue.  "Now my love, you are in me, you are a part of me."

Jenst laid back on the comfortable pillow, his arms out stretched, quite spent.  He considered Meier's words, but they swirled around in his sex intoxicated mind.  He really didn't understand them.  "Baby, how are you feeling?"  Meier asked as he kissed each one of Jenst's boots.  (A secret fetish that he loved to feed). 

Jenst was actually feeling suddenly very shy, unable to come up with any words to say.  Meier sat beside him and rubbed Jenst's lips with his fingers.  He would never get enough of those luscious lips.  He anticipated Jenst's uneasiness, and before Jenst could blink, Meier had gotten the two glasses of wine.  He handed one to Jenst.  "Please baby, drink this."

"What is it?"  Jenst asked, suddenly suspicious.

"It's wine, you've heard of wine before, no?"  Meier asked playfully; smiling seductively, as he tried to lighten the mood.

Jenst chucked, sending shock waves of ecstasy through Meier's veins, "Well, yes I have."

"Then drink, love."  Meier raised his glass as a toast, and drank the contents of his glass.  This eased Jenst's uneasiness for some reason, so he drank as well.

"Mmmm, this is so tasty."  Jenst stated

"Not as tasty as you, my love."  Meier whispered huskily, as he twirled his wine glass between his fingers.  Jenst felt his cheeks getting warm as he blushed.  "Would you like more?"  Meier asked. 

Jenst was surprised he had drained his goblet so quickly.  "Yes, yes please."  He smiled demurely as he spoke, peering at Meier through those lashes that should have been outlawed. 

~You were always so damn polite~ Meier grinned to himself.  He poured another glass of wine for his sweet Jenst.  Jenst visibly relaxed as he finished off his second glass of wine.  Meier took his goblet from him, and put both goblets back on the slender marble table.  He mentally increased the flow of incense.  He looked at Jenst through heavily lustful eyes, sitting there, so vulnerable.  Jenst was biting at his lower lip, a sure sign of his naivety.  But Meier knew things would change momentarily, for this was not wine he had given Jenst, but a powerful aphrodisiac.

"Meier,"    

"Yes,"

"I. . ." Jenst hesitated.

"Shhh, don't speak baby, don't speak."  His voice was so soothing.  Meier was at Jenst's side again in a flash.  He was caressing Jenst's back with one hand, running his fingers through Jenst's wild hair with the other. 

Jenst felt so good, so comfortable.  This suddenly felt all right.  All inhibitions seemed to melt away.  He looked into Meier's demanding eyes.  He wanted him.  He found him desirable.  "Am I desirable?" Jenst barely whispered. 

Meier let out a sigh, his poor delicate love.  "Oh my sweet, is the ripe fruit of the vine desirable?  Yes, yes you are so desirable.  Jenst, I desire you more than I desire the sunrise." 

Jenst knew that this was saying a lot.  Meier could never see a sunrise again, not without terrible cost to himself.  He looked up into Meier's eyes again, now they were soft, almost pleading.  He ran his fingers across Meier's forehead, down his cheeks to his lips, sending a shudder through Meier.  Jenst put his finger into Meier's mouth.  Meier devoured it.  ~How could something so simple send such tremors throughout my being?~  thought Jenst.

He reached down and took hold of Meier's rock hard length.  Meier's entire body shivered at Jenst's soft touch.  Meier continued to suck on Jenst's finger, biting it now and again, very carefully.  Jenst began to concentrate on the flesh in his hand.  Besides rubbing the length of it furiously, what should he do?

Meier smiled, he knew of Jenst's inexperience, and sensed his concern.  He removed Jenst's finger from his mouth with a slow and deliberate sucking action.  "Follow my lead, love."  Meier took Jenst into his own hand.  He put one leg around Jenst's hips.  So, Jenst did the same.  Together they began to pump each other up, faster, harder, with complete abandon, to ecstatic heights; while swapping wet kisses along the way.  But just before Meier was going to erupt, he flipped Jenst around on his knees.  He put his shaft right up against the crack of Jenst's buttocks.  Meier continued to pump away at Jenst until they both came together; Jenst in Meier's hand, Meier all over the backside of Jenst. 

Jenst collapsed on the soft pillow again.  Meier lay down beside him, draping one leg possessively around his lover.  Meier slowly, methodically licked his fingers.  "Mmmm, delicious," he said, smiling wildly.   Jenst looked on in amazement, feeling somewhat cheated.  There was nothing for him to lick, to taste.  "Ah, do not fret love.  What you do not taste is going to be a natural lubricant for us."  Meier kissed the top of Jenst's head as he spoke.

Jenst's eyes went wide.  He didn't know if he was ready for this.  But before he could protest, Meier had planted his lips onto his.  Meier's hands were all over.  He started his slow descent down Jenst's body again, languidly lingering over the pulse in his neck.  Jenst wrapped his legs around Meier in response.  Meier still made his way down to Jenst's sensitive nipples, sucking on them, holding them between his teeth, pulling gently at them. 

Then Jenst sat up abruptly.  "Stop."  Meier was worried, he held his breath, but then Jenst said with his musical voice, "My turn."  Now it was Jenst making the leisurely descent.  Jenst scraped his teeth along Meier's sensitive neck.  He bit at his neck and tongued it almost to abrasion, causing Meier to moan hoarsely.  Jenst found his way to Meier's sensitive pink nipples.  He licked at one first, then the other, almost in a frenzy to give equal attention to both.  He licked and kissed between the creased muscles of Meier's chest and stomach, finding his belly button quite inviting indeed.  His tongue shot in and out of it playfully.

~Yes,~ thought Meier, ~that will be us soon enough.~

Jenst looked at Meier's protruding flesh, at the mass of silvery curls in front of his face.  He closed his eyes and allowed the musky scent to over take him.  He slowly kissed along the hollow in Meier's hips, edging closer to the main event in the center.  "You drive me over the edge, love!" Meier spoke achingly. 

Jenst laughed, putting Meier that much closer to his climax, and continued his slow torturous kissing all along every sensitive area, but the one.  Finally, Jenst took Meier into his hot, ravenous mouth.  Meier moaned as he did so.  Meier put both of his hands into Jenst's untamed, tantalizing hair.  He closed his eyes as Jenst brought him to dizzying heights. 

"I had visions, my pet, but they were not even close to the real thing," Meier managed to say as he pulled on Jents's hair before he shot his load fully into his mouth.  Jenst was not as quick as Meier had been, and some of Meier's seed escaped him.  After catching his breath, Meier quickly bent down to take Jenst into his arms.

"Now my love, I'm really going to take you."  He caressed Jenst's face and lips, kissed him, then turned Jenst around and started to kiss the back of his neck.  He held Jenst's full hair aside with one hand, and held onto Jenst's stiff rod with the other.

Meier moved them both to the edge of the massive pillow.  They knelt down, Meier behind Jenst.  Meier began to kiss and caress Jenst's strong back.  He scraped his teeth from Jenst's left shoulder all the way down to his right hip.  Jenst tensed with the pleasure/pain.  ~Damn you Meier!~ Meier thought to himself.  The moment he did this, two visible welts arose where he had made the abrasion.  Meier quickly licked them to try to keep them from hurting.  Then he stopped.  He realized that Jenst was sobbing, ever so silently. 

"Did I hurt you?" Meier asked with trepidation. 

"No." Jenst said softly.

Meier searched his mind.  "Are you scared, baby?"

"Yes, yes, I'm scared." Jenst admitted.

"I won't hurt you, I would never hurt you." Meier said sadly, guiltily, with tears beginning to well in his eyes.

"It's not that. . ."  Meier turned Jenst around so he could look into Jenst's eyes.  What exactly was he saying?  "I'm afraid. . . I, I can't turn Meier.  I can't; do you understand?"

"Oh my love, I will not bite you,"

He was unable to finish his thought, "But what if I bite you!" Jenst was wracked with terror of the thought of becoming Nosteratu.

Meier understood now.  "I will not let you, my pet."  He tried to smile for his love.  Jenst's eyes were cast down in fear and grief.  "Jenst, look at me.  I would never let that happen.  It is that purity in you that draws me to you."  He took Jenst's face in his hands.  "It is your purity that I love more than anything else.  Can you understand that?"

Jenst looked into Meier's pleading eyes, he could see the sincerity in them.  He believed him.  He kissed Meier fully on the lips.  As he pulled away, he said, "I believe you."  Then he laughed so softly, sending butterfly chills all over Meier's skin.  His laugh was pure magic.  "Please, Meier, don't stop." 

Now that his Jenst was smiling again, Meier sighed and went back to his pleasurable work.  Once again he brought Jenst to hardness.  He inserted one finger into Jenst's behind, still covered with sticky come.  Jenst let out a small sound, but found this to be rather pleasurable.  Meier inserted two fingers and began to pump them in and out of Jenst's virgin hole. 

Jenst could no longer control his breathing, and began to concentrate on the new sensations he was feeling.  He didn't even know it, but Meier had three fingers working on him.  His bliss was only interrupted by Meier's mesmerizing voice.  "Baby, I'm coming in now, you let me know if anything hurts, and I'll stop.  Okay?"

These words made Jenst nervous, so, Meier was only able to insert the head of his velvety manhood at first.  "Jenst, relax baby, relax for me," Meier was whispering in his entrancing voice.  Jenst realized that there was no hurt, only pleasure, and he did relax.   Then Meier slipped himself all the way in.  Jenst let out a scream of ecstasy.

In his scream of pleasure he yelled, "Yes, right there!"  Meier laughed to himself.  He had found his lover's hot spot, and he concentrated on hitting that spot again, and again.  The reality of his whereabouts hit him sharply though, as he heard the comments of some passers by.  They had heard Jenst's pleasurable cry.

"Did you hear that?

"Yeah, what the heck?"

"Who knows, probably a T.V. or something."

"You're probably right."

Meier relaxed back into his love making as they passed by unconcerned.  He hadn't realized how difficult it was going to be to maintain this illusion and make love to Jenst at the same time.  But then the pleasure overtook him, and nothing else mattered.  He continued to thrust his hips into Jenst. 

His hands were holding Jenst's hips, pulling him back on his member again, and again.  Ten little bruises began to appear where Meier's fingers gripped Jenst, one for each of Meier's fingers.  With each plunge, Jenst let out a little cry, or scream, or both.

Meier wanted this to be the ultimate of all experiences for Jenst.  He reached down and took Jenst's hard flesh into his hand.  So now he was pumping from behind and in front at the same time.  Jenst was screaming Meier's name each time he could let out a sound, for he found breathing next to impossible.  Tears were streaming down Jenst's face.  He knew not why, because he was not in pain, neither was he scared, it just happened.   

Meier kept pumping away, feeling his climax right on the edge, about to give way, but he forced himself to wait for his lover.  As soon as Jenst shot his load into Meier's hand, Meier released himself as forcefully as possible.  Driving with all his might into Jenst, he grabbed Jenst's shoulder, and his hip for one last, final thrust before he screamed out, "Jenst, my love!"

Both of them collapsed onto the soft, inviting pillow.  They were laboring for breath, swimming in the gratifying feelings of ecstasy.  It was as if they were both floating among the stars, slowly descending back to earth together.  

Jenst spooned into Meier's larger frame.  Meier was playing with Jenst's hair, now wet with perspiration.  Their bodies were glistening from sweat, tears, and come.  Meier turned Jenst's face to him.  He kissed away the few remaining tears from his face.  "Are you okay, my pet?"  Meier entreated.

"Yes, yes," Jenst whispered, not quite down to earth yet.  Meier was reticent to believe him; but Jenst continued, almost sang out, "yes, I am, my lover."  Then he turned and spooned closer to Meier, marveling that his body once long and hard now lay soft and comfy. 

Meier then realized what Jenst had said, ~He called me lover~ Meier smiled with sweet satisfaction, and closed his eyes to rest.

Jenst lay there in his arms, reflecting.  This experience had been beautiful; nothing like the turbulent interaction he had witnessed between his mother and some other vampire.  Her lovemaking had been so violent, so scary.  He took Meier's hand and brought it to his mouth, and kissed it sweetly.  Meier kissed Jenst's shoulder lazily.  ~Who'd have ever guessed that Meier, the Vampire, would be such a gentle lover?~  This thought made Jenst giggle.  His laughter floated about like dandelion wishes, and landed softly on them both.  Jenst fell asleep next to his slumbering lover, whirling in his newfound emotions.  

But all was not well as the blissful lovers slept.  For Brad's Master had sought him out, having felt a great disturbance from his slave.  He found the ally were lain the dead body of his servant.  Count Vrykola watched with evil jealousy as Meier took his lover, the Dunpeal.  His mouth salivated as he watched them making love, for he was a vampire more powerful than Meier.  How he wanted to defile the beautiful one.  He of course, was aware of Meier, and could care less for the rogue.  ~However, this Dunpeal, he is worth pursuing~  Vrykola was certain that the Dunpeal knew of Jenna's whereabouts.  He might even be the one who was sheltering the fair maiden.  ~And thank-you for your outcry, Meier.  For now I know the name of said Dunpeal, the beautiful one, Jenst~