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WARNING: Explicit content. Sex scene, more graphic than any of those I have written so far. If you do not wish to read about it DO NOT read this fic. You have been warned! Otherwise, enjoy.
Part 1:
It has been almost two weeks since I saw that figure on top of the Four Seasons Hotel. All I've been doing for that time is training, beating up Ash, sleeping, feeding, beating up Ash, training, feeding, sleeping, beating up Ash. The list of the same things that I have done over the past two weeks goes on and on. I am bored at the minute; there is only so much of beating Ash up that I can take before I get bored of it. I beat him up last night, and it only took me two minutes to do it.
It is not a good thing for me to be bored, and I bore very easily. I go out of my Goth styled room, down the Grand Staircase, into the Foyer and out the front door. If Thierry wants me, he has my cell phone number, he can call me.
It is around nine thirty in the evening, so I decide to go to the nearest bar for a few drinks. Of course the nearest bar is called the Black Iris, it is a Night World club, but Daybreak now owns it. I don't get asked for any I.D at the entrance because nearly everyone knows me. Though this Bouncer at the entrance is new, I have not seen him around before. He stops me from going in.
"Sorry Honey, but you can't go in there until I get some I.D." The Bouncer says to me, holding an arm out and blocking my way. I turn to look at him, he is a werewolf I see, I narrow my eyes at him, bare my fangs and growl. I hate men sweet talking me, especially when they think that I am young and helpless.
"Whoa! Quite a set of fangs you have there Sweetheart." He says in a seductive voice. He comes closer to me and runs his hands over my breasts. Damn Bastard! How dare he? I decide to play along; I run my hand over his crotch in a playful way. Then when he is aroused, I clamp my hand over his dick and squeeze…hard! My grip is vice like, and it is not long before he is doubled over in pain.
"Never touch me again asshole!" I hiss in his ear. "Do it again, and you can kiss these Good-bye." I squeeze his dick and his balls hard enough to rip his genitals off.
"Okay." He whispers painfully. "I'm sorry." He is close to tears now.
"Ooh, someone's been a naughty boy." The voice is feminine, and very familiar to me. The owner of the voice is one Blaise Harman. Thea Harman's cousin. She is standing behind me, waiting to be let in.
She looks down at the Bouncer, whose nuts I've just let go of. She shakes her head and tuts.
"What did you do?" She asks, bending over so that her breasts are nearly hanging out of her blood red silk mini dress. "Let me guess? You sweet talked Laurana?" She shakes her head again, before straightening herself up to her full height. Blaise is only five inches shorter than me. She looks at me for confirmation.
"Yeah, he sweet talked me, but he also groped my boobs." I reply, glaring down at the Bouncer, who quivers under my gaze. "So I decided to teach him a lesson." I shrug, and walk past the Bouncer into the Black Iris, Blaise follows closely behind me.
"You really ought to control that anger of yours Laurana." She says to me as we walk down the stairs onto the dance floor. I turn to look at her.
"Really?" I say to her, my eyebrows in my hair. "And what would you have done if a stupid werewolf like him groped your boobs?"
"I wouldn't have grabbed his wolfhood; I would've hexed him for touching me." She replies, examining her red nails.
"That's just as bad!" I exclaim, laughing at the thought. "But my way means that he won't be fathering any cubs."
"So would mine." Blaise says, looking at me wickedly.
We both walk to the bar and order drinks, Blaise orders Bailey's and I order a white Russian. We take our drinks to the back of the club where I glare at a shapeshifter couple busy making out. We sit down in their booth. After watching the couple smooching, I start to get sick.
"Would you two please knock it off?" I say, tapping the girl on the shoulder. She breaks contact with the boy and turns to face me.
"What's wrong with you Laurana?" The boy asks, sensing my irritation.
"You two are making me sick, you know that don't you Falcon?" I reply.
"Lighten up will you?" The girl exclaims. Of all the female shapeshifters Falcon could've gotten, he had to get a dumb blonde.
"She's annoyed because the 'wolf Bouncer grabbed her boobs." Blaise says to the couple.
"What'd he do that for?" The blonde asks, looking shocked at the idea.
"He's a dick that's why Bridgette." I reply calmly.
"What'd you do?" Falcon asks interested in what happened. "Is he still alive?"
"Unfortunately." I reply dryly, taking a sip of my white Russian. "Although, I don't think he'd being having sex anytime soon." I reply with an evil smile.
"What did you do?" Bridgette asks getting excited.
"I grabbed his balls and squeezed. Really hard." I say, my grin getting wider.
"I thought you were one of the good guys?" Bridgette asks, uncertainly.
"I am. I'm also an assassin don't forget." I reply, gulping down the rest of my drink. With that I get up and go to the dance floor. I push some Night Worlders out of the way, and start my seductive dance moves.
It's not long before I've attracted the attention of a Lamia boy. He makes a beeline towards me and starts dancing with me. I put my arm around his shoulder and start dancing up against him. He's actually not bad looking; long black hair, ever changing eyes, and tall. He's a Redfern…or closely related to them.
I pull him closer to me and kiss him hard on the mouth. I'm hungry and horny. One of the perks of being a vampire is that I can attract any man to my bed. I can even get a homosexual to sleep with me. I've had quite a few of them in my time. I've even had threesomes with Lesbians. This guy doesn't hesitate; he quickly grabs my ass, and pulls me closer, grinding his hips into mine. He doesn't look any older than twenty, and he doesn't feel as though he's stopped the ageing process. He will satisfy my frustration, but not my hunger.
I drag him off the dance floor, up the mental stairs and out of the Black Iris. We pass the Bouncer and he looks at me, withering as I glance back at him and grin. I let the boy take me to a dark blue Ford Focus, and we speed off down the Strip. He turns off into a deserted area two blocks from all the lights. He stops the car and looks over at me.
"What's your name?" He asks, looking at me very hungrily.
"Why?" I reply sweetly.
"Because I wanna know who I'm fucking." He goes straight to the point.
"Laurana." I reply, moving closer to him, and reaching down, I pull down his fly. "What's yours?"
"Bobby." He replies, gasping at my touch on his dick. I burst out laughing.
"What kind of name is that for a Lamia?" I ask, looking up into his eyes.
"Well, I lived in a small town and my parents had to make me have a normal human name." He looks at me with an even hungrier gaze. I lift his arms up and pull off his Linkin Park T-shirt.
"Hmm." I purr, seeing the well built muscles on his chest and the six pack. "I approve."
He reaches over to me and unclasps my leather bra top, the one I was wearing the night I saw that figure. He pulls off my leather duster, and then removes the bra top. He plays around with my breasts, before reaching down and unzipping my leather trousers. I wriggle out of them, and throw them onto the back seat of his car. I pull down his jeans and sit on his knee facing him. I pull his dick into me without touching him with my hands, and start to grind my hips, he follows my lead. I prefer to have sex with vampires because they don't pass out; they're strong enough to keep up with me.
"You're really beautiful." He pants in my face. I just smile and grind my hips into his…hard and fast.
After another fifteen minutes of hard, fast thrusting, I throw back my head and scream. I run my sharp nails down Bobby's back, causing him to come with a shudder. I dart in quickly and sink my fangs into his smooth pale neck. I drink him, and I feel him drinking from me. After five minutes of drinking his blood, I pull back. Because he is not as strong as I am, my blood sedates him, making him drowsy and he falls asleep. I pull him out of me, and get dressed. I reach my hand over and touch his forehead. I send out tendrils of power that wrap around his mind, making him forget I was ever there.
I climb out of the Focus and walk down the street, looking for someone to feed off. I don't have to walk far; I come across another male, this one human, and I pull him towards me with my mind. He comes obediently, walking towards me with a glazed look in his eyes. I grab him by his shirt and sink my fangs into his neck; he shudders at the pain, but stops after I project comforting thoughts to him. I pull back after taking approximately one and a half pints, and do the same mind warping as I had done with Bobby. I look at my watch and see that it is almost midnight, so I decide to go home to Thierry's mansion.
As I am walking back in the direction of the mansion, I feel eyes on my leather clad back. They make me uncomfortable, turning around I see the same figure at the other end of the street that was there on top of the Four Seasons Hotel two weeks ago. He is tall, around about Ash's height, he wears a long black leather duster, just like mine, and is wearing solid black underneath. He is facing me with his hands folded together on his abdomen. I cannot see his face, it is in complete darkness.
"Who's there?" I ask him. "Who are you and what do you want with me?" He just merely looks at me. I repeat my questions. Still he does not answer, but instead he takes a few steps closer. He stops about ten feet from where he was. He is now standing right next to a dustbin. Again I repeat my questions. He still does not answer, he looks at me sideways.
"What's wrong?" I ask, my patience wearing thin. "Cat got your tongue?" He seems to smile at this.
"Eu sou o angel da escuridão. Você e toda a aurora morrerão!" His voice is deep and husky. I stand there trying my best to come up with a translation, but before I have time to do so, he has come face to face with me, without me knowing. He grabs my by the lapels of my duster and hisses into my face.
"Diga o senhor Thierry que o angel da morte está vindo o reivindicar e todo o aqueles que residem em seu mansion. Eu sei que você pode me compreender. Farewell." With that he lets me go, and disappears. I am left there shaking and panting, trying to think where I've heard that language before.
I shake my head and set off towards the mansion. I know now what it is that stranger said to me know, and I must warn Thierry. I break into a run, and run the one and a half miles to Thierry's in just under fifteen minutes. I run as fast as a cheetah. I am hardly out of breath when I reach the iron gates of the mansion; I open them and hurtle up the long twisting driveway. I practically rip open the door, and sprint upstairs to the first floor and skid to a stop outside Thierry's office. I have left a very long skid mark from my boots.
"I see." Thierry says to me, after I told him what happened with the figure. I haven't told him about Bobby or the human male I fed from. I doubt Thierry would say anything about me having sex in the front seat of a stranger's car, but he would have a few things to say about the human a fed off.
"What did he say?" Thierry continues, looking at me from behind a large mahogany desk.
"He said, 'I am the Angel of Darkness. You and all of Daybreak will die.' Then he grabbed me and said 'Tell Lord Thierry the Angel of Death is coming for him and all those that dwell in his mansion. I know you can understand me. Farewell.'" I finish, looking back at him.
"What did he mean by understanding him?" Thierry asks confused.
"Oh! He said it in Portuguese." I reply, a little shakily. Thierry looks at me even more. I know that look; it means that he is analyzing me. In other words, either he's looking into my mind to see if I'm telling the truth, or, he's checking to make sure I'm alright. I usually don't fall to pieces like this. Not very many things scare me. But this guy did.
I don't feel Thierry in my mind, which must mean that he is making sure I am alright.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Thierry asks, concerned. He may be my great, great, great…whatever Uncle, but he does get concerned about me. He passes me a glass of water and I gulp it all down.
"I'm fine, just a little shaken. That's all." I reply, wiping the water from my upper lip.
I get up and walk out of Thierry's office, go up to the second floor, and come to a stop on the fifteenth door on the right. My room. I open the door and flop down onto the king sized four poster bed. I look up at the black ceiling, remembering that face. For someone so evil, this guy was hot, and I mean hot! He had long waist length jet black hair my fingers are desperate to run through, a well built body I long to caress, black eyes I could get lost in for the rest of eternity, sensuous lips I ache to kiss, and a neck my teeth itch to get into. I've fallen for the bad guys before, but damn! This one is one I long to nibble on, and I am certain to savor the taste for a long while.
I close my eyes and after a while, I fall asleep. I have the strangest dream; I dream that I am on a cliff over looking the ocean; I am surrounded by people, both human and Night Worlder alike. We are waiting for something, but what? I feel that something is in the air, something heavy like pressure about to erupt. We have not long to wait. All of a sudden the sky overhead turns black and storm clouds cover it. Lightning strikes and thunder claps.
What seems to be the Heavens burst, great torrents of rain fall from the clouds. The ocean starts to froth and the waves get bigger. Than comes the wind. The wind howls like some obscene grotesque monster. The waves get bigger and the rain comes down heavier that before. We are all soaked. The sky turns from inky black to blood red in a matter of seconds. The ocean level is nearly up to the cliff we are all standing on.
Out of the Heavens erupts four shapes. I cannot tell what these shapes are, but I have a feeling that I know. The four figures swoop down faster and I see what they are. Horsemen. Four of them, riding a different coloured horse. One is on a white horse, one is on a red horse, another is on a pale horse, and the last one; he is riding a pure black horse. Each Horseman is wearing a cloak of the same color as his horse, as well as his amour.
It is, without a doubt, The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. They are: Conquest he is riding the white horse. He holds a bow in his hand and he also wears a crown. War he is riding the fiery red horse, he carries a large sword. Famine he is riding the pure black horse. He is holding a pair of scales in his hand. And the one that rides the pale horse, he is Death! And Hades was following close behind him. All of the riders look at us, and one by one, they each say one word: "Come!"
Just as all four of them ride down towards us, I wake up and scream.
Someone rushes into my room. Arms wrap around me, and a shoulder is there for me to cry on.
"It's alright Laurana. You're safe. It was just a bad dream." The voice is male, and it takes me a while to recognise it. It sounds familiar. It is Thierry's voice, he is the one holding me and pulling me into a comforting hug. I look up from his shoulder and see nearly the rest of Daybreak standing either in the room, in the doorway or else in the hall. Hannah is standing right by my bed. She is holding her daughter Nariko in her arms.
"Are you alright Laurana?" She asks in a worried voice.
"I'm fine." I get out squeakily. "Just a bad dream."
"What was it about?" Thierry asks. I pull back and look into Thierry's face. I am still in his arms, when I tell him about my dream.
"Do you think it was prophetic?" Thierry asks, after I tell the whole dream to him. He let me talk myself into silence without interrupting me. I have been having prophetic dreams since I was little. I even prophesized the day and hour that Thierry was going to rise out of his makeshift grave.
"I don't know." I reply drinking the mug of hot chocolate that Ash brought up for me.
"God I hope not." Ash says. "Don't want anything like that happening."
"I think we should all go to bed." Hannah suggests after a while.
"Okay." I agree. I may have had a fright, but I'm still tired. Thierry gets up off the bed and walks to the door.
"Stay with her Nilsson." He says to the CIA looking vampire in the doorway.
"Yes sir." Nilsson replies. He comes into the room and sits down on the bed.
"Good Night Laurana." Thierry and Hannah say to me.
"Night." I reply.
I am left on my own with just Nilsson for company. Nilsson and I have been friends for years. He is the one person I can tell anything to. Nilsson would never tell any of my secrets to anyone.
He climbs into bed after taking his clothes off, all he is wearing is a pair of black cotton boxers.
He looks at me and asks if I'm gonna be alright.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I reply cuddling up to him.
"Good Night Laurana." Nilsson says, wrapping his arms around me. I reach up and play with his shoulder length hair.
"Night Daniel." I reply, using his real name. After a while, I fall back to sleep, this time all I dream about is pitch blackness. Nothing in there that's frightening. My dreams are normally like that. Black, pure black. Darkness in my mind makes me feel safe. I feel like I am falling into a black hole. But that's good. Nothing disturbs me until I wake up. Absolutely nothing.
Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed that? The info for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was found in the Bible in Rev. Ch 6. That dream that Laurana had was NOT made up. I have had that dream about three times, I just didn't know what to put down as a dream that she had. So I put down one of my own. I have no idea where that dream came from, I've just dreamed about it a few times. Of course, it hasn't woke me up screaming, just confused.
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