Chapter 3
They ran into their motel room just before the sun rose over the horizon. Maeve quickly shut the heavy drapes to keep any sunrays from coming into the room. She turned toward Barnabas and leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs about his waist. He held her tight, felt her rapid heartbeat against his chest and the blood rushing through her veins.
Kissing his face and neck, she said excitedly, "Now we can relax and have fun."
"Slow down, my dear," Barnabas mocked a frown, although he didn't try to stop her from showering him with passionate kisses. Her forcefulness knocked him over onto the bed, and immediately the room fell quiet. The only audible sounds were heavy breathing and slight humming from the fluorescent lights. Because they had become very comfortable with each other over the past few months, Maeve no longer kept her "tools" close-at-hand.
As he gently touched her neck, Barnabas quietly and softly sunk his fangs into her smooth delicate skin. By now, he knew this otherwise dangerous act would not endanger her. In fact, it stimulated both of them with enormous pleasures. As Barnabas sucked her neck taking in its precious treasure, which her body quickly replenished, Maeve slowly kissed his neck as she caressed his manhood. As they thrust their bodies together, short outbursts of enthusiastic groans escaped through the thin walls of the room. One thing surprised her, the more they made love, the more his body responded like a living human being instead of the undead.
During one of their breaks, Maeve whispered, "Barnabas?"
"Yes," Barnabas replied dreamily.
"I must work after sundown."
"Here, in this town?"
"Yes, I must find and destroy it." She couldn't give 'them' names, so she called them "It" to differentiate them from her lover. "You understand, don't you?"
"Of course," he said turning his head towards her, "And I will help you." Her responsibility as a vampire slayer was the reason they met in the first place. He always enjoyed watching her in action and he attained titillating sensations from her exuberant energy. Their amorous lovemaking continued for a few more hours before they finally fell asleep.
It was a moonlit night as Barnabas strolled through the woods. Seeing a figure walking away from him, Barnabas followed as the person walked into the shadows of the trees. As he quickened his pace, he smelled a pleasurable fragrance. This increased his desire to meet this individual but unbeknownst to him, an observer stood quietly out of view. Shortly, Barnabas stood behind the person and was about to place his hand on a shoulder. Instead, the person swiftly turned around to face him. As they stood in the shadows, the only distinguishing characteristic he could see was shining green eyes. The figure turned to flee when he calls out.
"Wait, don't go. Who are you?"
He grabbed an arm to restrain the stranger, who only growled at him. Trying to break loose of Barnabas' grasp, the figure moved backward. Barnabas kept pace, holding the arm, feeling a strong resistance. They moved out into the open where the moonlight shined upon them. Barnabas was shocked when he saw it was a woman. Unable to see her face clearly, he did see her fangs and heard her hissing. Both growled at each other, engaging in a ferocious battle, like creatures of the night fighting over food. During the commotion, a third figure came into the light and stood watching the two fighting. Seeing the observer first, the female vampire swiftly turned her attention to attack the bystander. Barnabas noticed the person was a young girl of about 10 years old.
"NO," Barnabas screamed and caught the vampire in midstream. The young girl screamed but stood frozen in place. Barnabas forcefully threw the female creature against a tree. She hit the tree with such force that she disintegrated into dust. Briefly inspected the tree, Barnabas saw a wood spike sticking out of the truck, at heart level. Quickly he turned around and stared at the young girl. He didn't recognize her but sensed her fear. He stepped closer, but she recoiled from him as she stepped backwards.
"What's your name," he barked at her more forcefully then he intended.
"NO, stay away from me," she screamed and ran away.
"No, don't go," Barnabas screamed after her, "I just want to talk to you." He chased her into the thicket, loosing sight of her.
"Barnabas, wake up," a familiar voice called out. Barnabas quickly sat up in bed and found Maeve sitting next to him, watching him intently.
"Were you there?" he asked urgently. He knew that they shared a connection more powerful then he understood. Since engaging in the 'game' months earlier and bonding through their lovemaking, they occasionally shared dreams. Most of the time, they were her prophetic dreams, warning them of upcoming vampire attacks.
"Yes."
"Did you see that girl?" Barnabas spoke rapidly still excited by the experience.
"I saw the female vampire and believe she's the one we are after tonight."
"No not her!" Barnabas jumped out of bed and looked at the motel clock. It was dusk. "The young girl, did you see her?"
"Barnabas, calm down. Sometimes we share dreams but we don't always see the same things. Tell me about the young girl you saw," Maeve said, genuinely interested. She got up and started to dress appropriately for the hunt. As they both got dressed, Barnabas explained the events he experienced in the dream with the female vampire and the young girl.
"She was beautiful, with flaming red hair and brown eyes with green luster. It was as though she could see right through me. I felt as though she knew me and was frightened not because of what I am, but for some other reason." Barnabas paced around the room as if an excitable bee trapped in a jar.
"BARNABAS! Stop pacing. We will be out of here in a few minutes. Then we can hunt that female you dreamt about."
"What about that girl? Will she be there too, maybe as a victim of the vampire?" He shuddered at the thought.
"Let's hurry then, and we will find out. If the child is there, we will protect her." Maeve confidently moved towards the door, picking up her bag full of equipment such as stakes, holy water and a bowie knife. Her thought was also on the young girl, knowing the child had an important significance to both of them.