Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki or anything else that anybody in the known universe could sue me for. I own nothing.

AN: Again, sorry, but I've had a massive swarm of ideas lately. For instance I'm coming out with another Saiyuki story soon called Coliseum. Going along with my love of vampires is my love of werewolves. In this new fiction Sanzo finds himself in a town with sadistic inhabitants who're pitching him into a gladiator style battle with a werewolf. Look for it soon! Sorry for the little advertisement there, anyway. ONWARD!!!

Succubus Nights

"Trivania…" Nahema said dangerously.

There was a silent warning exchanged between the two "sisters". They weren't biological sisters; even Sanzo could see that, so they must have just shared the same sire. Whatever that warning was, Trivania acknowledged, hissed once, baring her long pointed fangs, if at all possible they were even longer than Nahema's.

But Sanzo had learned something from the conversation, albeit a bad thing. Apparently these vampires had a very strict law system. Probably why they hadn't been attacked yet. Nahema was offering them "Sanctuary" Whatever that meant. Chances were that she could lift that anytime she wanted to. Or worse yet, there may be some vampire law they were sure to break, thus pissing off the vampires, thus death.

Reluctantly, he followed Nahema and the others into the large mansion. Immediately assessing the possibility of fighting from this location.

Maybe. He saw the door to a basement leading underneath the mansion in a storage room to the left. Their best chance was probably from somewhere in there. The rest of the house was filled with windows or doors or something else a vampire could very easily break through.

"This mansion has over thirty rooms," Nahema said softly, "You may sleep in whichever one you find to your liking. Food will be brought to your rooms if you so request."

Thirty goddamn rooms? Fantastic, a maze.

"Sanzo, don't you think it would be wise if-"

Sanzo already knew what Hakkai was going to say, and cut him off long before he could finish his sentence. There were many things Hakkai could talk him into. That was not one of them. "No."

"But it would be-"

"I said no. It would be safer, yeah, but: A, I am not sleeping in the same room as you dimwits. B, this whole thing was your fault. Key word: you. If you can't handle the mess you got yourselves into, by yourselves, then I daresay you aren't worth my time." He stalked off to the staircase, leading to the guest rooms above them, "Good night." He snapped.

VVVVV

Stupid, high and mighty, friggen monk. Genjo Sanzo, always pretending he was so fantastic just because he carried a banishing gun and a length of cloth and paper. Gojyo didn't know why, but that bothered him a hellova lot more than usual. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. He couldn't exactly remember what it was, but as far as he could tell, it had been a good dream.

He pursued the monk's path up the stairs and found his own room, a nice, warm room, with a bed big enough for two. His favorite kind…Maybe Miss Nahema could give a lonely soul a little visit during the night.

Now that he thought about it, that kid sister of hers had been pretty hott too. The kind of hott with two Ts that the dictionary doesn't recognize. So what if she'd been a little on the spooky side. As far as Gojyo could tell she was totally focused on feeding off Sanzo, what could he have to worry about?

VVVVV

Sanzo was busy preparing. There was a chair in the room he'd chosen; already he'd torn off a leg of the chair. It had torn in an effective manner. Sanzo could easily imagine himself staking anything that tried to mess with him. He stuffed it into his belt and checked his banishing gun. Okay…when was the last time he'd made bullets? Sometime last week. He always made his own. Couldn't trust some nobody in some village to give him quality bullets. So he'd made a couple hundred. As far as he could tell he had maybe fifty left. What could he say; he liked being a walking artillery shed.

There was a knock on his door. It sent his headache back to pounding and he was about to snap back a "come in" but then remembered something about thresholds. About how vampires couldn't come in uninvited, but as soon as you let them in they could come in however much they pleased. "Hakkai?"

"Sanzo?"

"You're not coming in."

"Are you concerned about the threshold thing?"

"Yep."

"Can I come in though?"

"I'm not giving you permission."

There was a moment of silence, "Okay then," Hakkai said, "If I step through this door uninvited, do you promise not to shoot me?"

Sanzo tried to come back with an equally intelligent response, "If you truly are Cho Hakkai then you'd have nothing to worry about."

The younger man (although only by a year) entered the room; Sanzo sensed a demonic aura, but it was only the usual he got from Hakkai. "Okay," He started the conversation, "What do you want? You know how I hate word games."

"With all due respect, Sanzo. You pushed it yourself."

Sanzo took his attention from Hakkai to the stake in his hands; he started carving out the tip, to make it as sharp as possible. It was his way of changing the subject when he knew somebody else was right. "So what do you want?"

Hesitation crossed the green-eyed man's features, and then he walked over and shut the door behind him. He remained like that for a moment, leaning against the door with his hands resting behind him. This gave them the appearance of being tied behind him. That, plus the look on his face gave him the distinct manifestation of a thief in ancient Rome. Bound and awaiting execution at the claws of a lion pride. "I'm worried. We walked into this without choice. All we know is what we've heard about vampires. It bothers me, we've fought countless demons, but we know nothing of their kind. Like, will sunlight really kill them? What about a stake to the heart?"

Sanzo stopped and carefully eyed his very own stake, "I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough."

"That's also what I wanted to talk to you about. One of the things vampires are famous for is seducing those of the opposite sex. I'm worried about Gojyo. That fog, if it is indeed drugged and sent him a different dream. A more predatory dream to twist his mind he might not even fight any vampire that tries to feed off of him, or turn him."

Sanzo opened up the rotating carriage on his gun, eying the bullets carefully, making sure everything was clean, loaded, and generally not going to blow up in his face. "So? You can risk your life and babysit him if you want, but I'm not leaving this room unless those bastards break down the walls. By the way, if we do get into trouble, I saw a trap door that looked like it led to a cellar. If everything goes to crap, which I'm sure it will, make your way down there. It's the best place to defend from."

Hakkai only nodded. Must've admitted to himself it was futile. The green eyed man left and Sanzo went back to treating the stake to its sharpest possible point. Finding the right place on there with his hand he made a mock stab towards the wall.

The thought came that maybe he could get some water and bless it, then it occurred to him that he had no idea how to bless anything, much less water. His master never got around to covering it.

So much he could have taught me…

Thoughts like that were always enough to make his old scars ache, and his head throb.

"You know…" That same silky smooth voice carried in through the window.

Screw the stake, he had his gun. By simple reflex, it was up and pointed at her.

Nahema was standing on the windowsill, the wind blowing her gray robe in various places, again leaving something to be desired beneath it. "Easy there vamp."

"Vamp? Is that all you think of me?" One pale leg slipped down into his room, bare foot softly touching the floor before sliding back up again. Like testing the water with your toe before diving in.

"I guess the threshold myth is crap."

She shrugged, "Yes and no. Actually threshold only applies when it's somebody's home. As in a place where you feel like you belong, you set down permanent roots that tie you there. If I'm to assume correctly, then you have no such place, Genjo Sanzo?"

"Leave." He hated to admit it, but that struck a cord. A really deep one that thrummed throughout his entire sinewy frame. With any luck it showed up as simple annoyance instead of the deep rage that it really was.

Nonetheless, she continued, as though she didn't expect him to actually shoot her. She switched faces, no longer the sexy seductress, more like a young girl teasing a boy she liked. "Of course, the threshold doesn't stop us unless it's a home where three or four generations at least have lived. Anything less and it just takes a huge chunk of our supernatural power as we enter."

"As much as I love trivia," Sanzo said, the gun as steady as ever, "Get the fuck out."

As you might imagine, she didn't get the fuck out as directed. But dropped from her perch on the windowsill into his room.

He would have shot her. But then remembered that thing about sanctuary. He supposed that meant if he shot their host the other vamps would have no reason not to rip his throat out…damn.

Sanzo stopped aiming the gun at her. It was no secret this whole thing was going to go to hell sometime that night, but he wouldn't be the cause of it. Leave that to the morons.

"You're very observant." Nahema said, still moving around the room. Slow, sexy motions. The face of the seductress was back. "You noticed that I have you under my protection. And that if you kill me you'll be at the mercy of my clan."

Sanzo stuffed the gun back into its holster in his sleeve. Irritated. By the time he glanced back up, she was there. One leg sensually brushed up against his. She was a lot faster than he gave her credit for. By reflex he jumped off the bed as fast as he possibly could. The first time he hit the ground irritated the burn on his leg. He ignored it and rolled back up onto his feet. "Don't come any closer, bitch."

"…You know. I can personally lift the sanctuary any time I so please. Leaving you and your friends…completely alone…" As she said the last words, her hand adjusted her robe, stopping perhaps a millimeter before becoming indecent. "Or…you could have some company."

Sanzo had to admit…that was one tempting offer. The thought of settling down beside that heated, pale body, made him quiver in anticipation. Just to let it all go for one night. Care for nothing but the flesh beneath him…

Hold nothing…

Two words were all it took, words from his master that he'd held to his heart for the last ten years. He rose to his feet, and turned his back. It was probably the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.

Wait. Scratch that. Moving around when he had scorpion venom pumping through his veins defiantly beat it.

"Well then," He said, "I guess that means I can shoot you now, because I am defiantly not going to screw you."

She smiled again; this time Sanzo could have sworn it was a real smile,

VVVVV

Gojyo never even felt her arrive. He only knew she was there by the slightly increased weight on the bed, and the lover's sigh by his ear. Unfortunately it was Trivania, damn, he was hoping for Nahema…

Whatever. Beggars couldn't always be choosers. He was just as happy to have her peroxide sister beside him as he would any other woman.

Trivania placed a soft, quick lick on his neck, working her way up his finely toned jaw all the way to his mouth. Gojyo lost himself in her, a strange numbness spread from where her kisses touched. He returned her kisses, soon finding the numbness to be replaced by pleasure. Purest, pleasure.

VVVVV

"What are you smirking about?"

"…I like you…" She said. "I was hoping you wouldn't accept. Allowing me to feed on you would have meant you waved all rights to Sanctuary. You and your friends-"

"Servants." Sanzo corrected curtly.

"Servants, would have been free game to any vampire who wished to feed."

Oh, a good thing then. Sanzo was about to make a rude demand, accompanied by either the term 'vampire whore' or 'bitch', when a sudden thought shot through his mind. A rather unpleasant one at that, "What if one of my companions accepted the company of another vampire? Like Madame Peroxide out there?"

"Then the sanctuary would be broken."

Shit…

He'd noticed they were writing the script. Sending them those dreams, somehow, he still didn't know how they did that. It was an attempt to twist their minds. Then Nahema came to them, giving them little choice but to accompany her back to her home. It was all a setup, he'd known that from the beginning, he'd just never intended to play by her rules. Hell, he still didn't. But now the playing field was tilted way more in her direction

Because if his estimations were correct, then their treaty was already broken. In the form of one stupid, kappa that couldn't keep his pants on.

Double shit…

Chapter end