Lea of Mirkwood
Author's Note: Sexual innuendo ahead. See if you can find it.
To Reala and Lindi: David smells sex.
"Wake up, sister," said a smooth, caressing voice, and Fiona vaguely felt a hand cupping the side of her face. Then she heard a nervous snicker. She moaned restlessly and turned over, throwing an arm over her face.
"Fiona," sing-songed someone. "Fionaaaaa..."
They strung out the end of her name like a plucked guitar string. Fiona mumbled a few nonsense words and pulled the sheets over her head. Suddenly there was a sharp jerk and the sheets were yanked rudely from her sleeping form. She jerked reflexively, her legs curling up and starting to move into the fetal position. Her dark eyes snapped open and she was greeted with the sight of four mischievous boys crouched by her bed. Marko was the one holding the sheet with a silly grin on his face, and Dwayne was standing at the corner of her bed, his arms folded and the corner of his mouth drawn up in a smile. Paul was sitting at the head of her bed bending over her with a pitcher of water and David-
"What are you doing?" shrieked Fiona and made a rapid jerking movement away from David, who was perched on the bed and leaning over her. With her movement, her legs tangled up in the loose undersheet and she tumbled off the mattress onto the floor on the other side. As the laughter of the Boys filled the cave, echoing like waves on the shore, Fiona stood back up, brushing her mussed hair back from her face.
"I'm okay," she gasped. "I'm okay!"
As if just realizing the wicked look on all their faces, she bared her teeth and stomped her foot.
"What's your damage?" she snapped. "Is this your idea of fun?"
"Yeah," said Paul, fluffing her pillow for her. "So is shopping for girls. So come on."
Fiona straightened her top, the fabric having twisted awkwardly around her side while she slept. "Oh? What made you decide that?"
Marko grinned, revealing endearingly crooked teeth. "Max said we should go buy you some clothes. Remember?"
Fiona vaguely remembered something like that being said, but why it was a reason to disrupt her precious sleep was still beyond her reasoning at that time.
"Come on, sister," said David insistently, leaning over and pulling her towards the pack by the front waistband of her pants. His fingers, to be able to get a firm hold on her, slipped behind the waistband of the dark jeans she wore and pressed unintentionally against her bare skin. Fiona took a step nearer and removed his hand.
"You can just call me Fiona," she said grumpily. He smiled.
"Want a drink?" he asked, holding out an ornate bottle. Fiona laughed harshly.
"Cute, David. Very cute. I'm already a vampire, I don't need your blood."
David leaned forward until he was nearly touching her. "I think you do," he said in a low, even voice that sent a shiver down her spine.
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"How about this?" teased Paul, holding up a tiny scrap of black lace. Fiona snatched it from his grasp and examined the tiny thong, shaking her head.
"Thank you, Paul, but no."
David chuckled from his safe vantage point by the window, but truthfully the idea of seeing Fiona in something like that, or better yet, in the condition she had informed them all she slept in, naked, made him long for the security of a very cold swim in the ocean.
"Sister," he purred and pulled a pretty beige top from the rack and threw it at her. She caught it reflexively. "Try this one on."
Truthfully, he continued to call her "sister" to remind himself that she was strictly HANDS-OFF and FANGS-OFF. And no licking, he reminded himself sternly. No matter how sweet she tasted. Fiona held her hands apart with the tiny thing in between them. She raised an eyebrow and looked steadily at David. He met her dark gaze with his own pale eyes, fighting a battle of wills over the simple top. Finally she dropped her shoulders and sighed.
"Fine, fine, you want me to try it on, I'll try it on."
She turned around and stomped temperamentally back towards the little dressing rooms. Immediately the Lost Boys turned to each other, suddenly serious.
"You think we still can't trust her?" whispered Marko, his nervous energy being released in small bounces on the balls of his feet. Dwayne shook his head.
"You saw what she did when David offered her the blood," he said, his deep brown eyes glinting like multi-faceted jewels in the florescent lighting. Paul snorted.
"And, I suppose," he said sarcastically. "when she comes out of that dressing room looking like some model or something, we all think 'oh, she's far too beautiful to be a backstabber.' Right?"
David shook his head and jerked his hand sideways in the air to signal stop. "We don't think anything. Got that? Until we see her kill, we don't accept her fully, but we don't shun her either. Until we see her kill."
The other boys nodded firmly. Fiona slammed open the door and walked out determinedly through the racks, back in her own clothes, if she had changed at all. She started flicking through the clothes racks, picking out outfits seemingly at random. Once she had collected a rather large pile, she moved to the checkout counter.
"David!" she called shortly. "I want the money now."
Taken aback, the pale vampire stood up straight and took the wallet out of his back pocket, then tossed it to his new sister. She caught it out of the air and flipped it open as she set it down on the counter, taking out the appropriate amount and slapping it down on the flat surface. After a quick count of the money, the clerk bemusedly handed her the bag, she waved to her brothers and they left the store, walking out into the muggy night air.
"What did you buy?" asked David, his mouth close to her ear and his breath hot on her face. Fiona shrugged.
"Exciting underwear," she replied flippantly. "Nothing you boys would care about."
"So, Fiona," said Marko with a quick grin. "What do you wanna check out now?"
Their female companion glanced at him with a flicking glance of appraisal. Then she looked straight up and pointed at the glittering lights of the roller coaster.
"That."
"Anything sister wants!" said Paul with a broad smile, showing all his teeth.
They found themselves waiting in line uncomfortably. All of them were hungry, and everywhere around them was meat, sweet meat hot with blood. Teenagers were crammed together, the smell of their blood dark and rich with life and vitality, and bittersweet with the alcohol hastily imbibed between glances from adults. A sigh went through the group of vampires as they watched one of the teen boys bite playfully at the neck of his scantily-clad girlfriend. Marko couldn't keep a slight groan of hunger escape him, and he clenched his fist irritably to keep from going to them and draining them. An elbow nudged him and Paul shoved a flask into his hand. Marko unscrewed the cap and sniffed it. It was blood, the scent of which was repulsive to humans but sweet and enticing to Marko's kind.
"Whose?" he whispered curiously. Paul grinned.
"The last ones," he replied softly. Marko closed his eyes blissfully in remembrance. The last ones had been doing some sort of experimentation, and had just gotten out of a party. Their blood was racing hot and rich with the lacing of the taste of vodka and the rich smell of marijuana. With a swift flip of his hand, Marko tipped the metal flask back and let the liquid flow down his throat like wine. Once done, he licked his lips and offered it to Dwayne. He took a sip, savoring the taste and running his tongue over his lips, then passed it to David. Their leader held the mouth of the bottle to his lips and lightly ran the tip of his tongue over the rim of the flask, sampling the taste. Apparently satisfied with the taste, he tilted his head back and drank deeply, his eyelids fluttering as if he were tasting the sweetest ecstasy. Finally he relinquished the flask and offered it to Fiona. She looked at him through half-lowered eyes, dark with anticipation and took the small metal container.
"Yours?" she asked in a low, smooth voice. David shook his head. She raised one eyebrow and raked her gaze up and down his frame.
"Pity," she murmured, and took a long drink, leaving a ring of dark lipstick on the mouth of the flask when she handed it back to Paul, who took one last sip before tucking it back in his zippered jacket pocket with a flash of metal.
Finally the line moved up far enough for the pack to be able to climb in the seats. David, in a jostling rush of bodies, found himself strapped into the little car on the outside seat in the front, next to Fiona. She turned halfway in her seat, her jacket gaping wide open in the front, enough for his right shoulder to brush against her chest. Behind him were the rest of the lost boys, their hoots of laughter cheering the mortals to yell along with them, even though the ride hadn't even started. David looked at Fiona with his ice cold eyes, appraising her through the eyes of a spectator, not a brother. She was already worming her way into their thoughts. David could smell it. They thought she was attractive. It was understandable. She reeked of sensuality. Every breath she took, every tough shot she made, every threat, every deathly furious glare filled his delicate nostrils with the smell of sex. Even now, as she was begging Paul for another swig from his flask, he smelled her tainted blood and it made his dead pulse beat with the lust for her blood on his lips.
"Paul, please?" she pleaded, moving her other arm around to clutch the back of her seat, making her shirt underneath the jacket gape open further, revealing the top of her breasts.
"No way!" said Paul, his voice a distant roar over the screams of the crowd as the ride started to chug forward. "You'll spill it on the ride!"
Fiona turned around and had a good natured pout, her arms folded over her chest as the ride started to climb upward, with her lush dark hair spilling over her chest. Finally the little cart pulled to the top, and then the bottom dropped out. They plunged downwards, feeling their stomachs leap up into their throats, and the rush filled them. The feeling of heady giddiness overwhelmed them and the smell of adrenaline filled the air and made the blood pump hard, hot and fast. David felt the rushing wind comb its sweet fingers through the long hair at his neck. The shooting cart dipped and twisted through the tracks until finally it shuddered to a halt and the pack climbed out, shaken and exhilarated.
"Let's do it again!" whooped Marko. Dwayne laughed, a well-earned emotion and punched his blood brother lightly in the arm. Marko curled back and pretended to be deeply wounded. Fiona pawed at Paul's jacket pocket for the flask of vital juices. Paul reluctantly handed over the small metal bottle and Fiona drank another sip of the smooth, rich fluid.
"You like that?" asked David in a soft, caressing voice. Fiona smiled and handed the bottle back to Paul and looked at David with an intense stare.
"I love it," she whispered. David smiled at the thin smear of blood on Fiona's lips, and the spot of redness next to the corner of her mouth.
"You're a messy drinker, sister," said David. The other boys looked at her with sly looks. Fiona raised one eyebrow. Before she could move, David bowed his head down and flicked the tip of his tongue along Fiona's lips, licking up the excess blood. He stepped back and smiled wickedly, his pale brows drawn together like some mischievous sprite.
"Thank you, sister," he said smoothly, enunciating each letter individually and finally turning away and walking ahead of the group, his long trenchcoat following him like a tame stormcloud.
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Chapter three...done so quickly after the first two. I feel dirty for all that sexual innuendo. I must go write Maggie/Nelson sap to comfort myself.