Author's Note: Thank you very much for the wonderful reviews. Like I've said, this is my first attempt at a supernatural story so please be gentle with me.

This chapter was heavily inspired by one of my favorite bands, Stone Temple Pilots. I was writing this chapter while listening to Plush. The chapter title comes from one of the song lyrics. This chapter contains sexual content.

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"So tell me about this new chick that Taker picked out for you." Rock said as he moved a pawn.

Every week, Dave and Rock played chess. Turned by the same mistress on one fateful night, they both were very close with each other. Both men were trained and mentored by Taker and had the same interests. Besides being very physically attractive, they also had the same charismatic charm that often spurred contests of how many victims each man could get in one night.

With his soft brown eyes, light brown skin that reminded one of an iced mocha latte, and a panty-dropping smile, it was no wonder how Rock acquired many victims. And he used the same gimmick on a different girl every night. If he was generous with the girl, he often gave her a two-for-one night and invited Dave. And it happened more often than not.

"She's a blonde." Dave briefly mentioned while studying his next move.

Rock gestured. "And?"

"She's a bartender." Dave moved a rook.

"Don't be so talkative now, Batista." Rock smiled.

Dave grinned. "Her name is Trish and she's a great woman."

"How is she in bed?"

"Is that all you think about? How great a woman is in bed?" Dave asked with a disgusted face. "Have you ever stopped and ask about their feelings and what they want out of life?"

Rock stared at Dave before both men broke out in laughter. "That was good, man. You almost got me there." Rock commented.

"Like that?" Dave smiled.

"Good one." Rock conceded. "So how is she?"

Dave nodded as he reminisced about his lovemaking interactions with Trish. Even in his years of existence, he's never been so blown away by someone. And what was more impressive was Trish's flexibility. He would never forget how she showed him a maneuver she labeled the 'MaTrish', in which she was bent over backwards. It gave him plenty of ideas to use at a later date. "Damn good."

"Good." Rock moved a knight. "So what's the problem?"

"What makes you think there's a problem?" He questioned.

"Um, I think after knowing you for 200 years, I think I know when there's a problem."

Dave studied the chessboard before making his next move. "Her family was killed not that long ago."

"So? Did you do it?" He asked.

"No, but she doesn't know the story of The Family."

"Wait, wait, wait a minute…" Rock waved a hand to Dave. "Didn't Taker specifically choose her to be a member of The Family?"

"Mmm hmm." Dave nodded.

Rock stopped moving his piece midway. "And how long have you been boning her?"

"For about a month."

Rock moved another rook. He stopped and studied the chessboard. "How do you plan to turn her if she doesn't know?"

"I'm not sure."

"Yeah, because that's an idea." Rock smiled.

"I don't know how to approach her. I just don't know."

"Well, man…" Rock moved a last piece and slumped back into his chair. "You don't have too many options. You can tell her, she's cool with it and she's inducted into the Family. Or..."

"Yeah, I know what the 'or' is. And I don't want to go there."

"I don't think you have that option, man." Rock stood up and gathered his keys. "And by the way, checkmate." He smiled.

Dave glanced at Rock and at the chessboard. "What? That's impossible! You never beat me at chess."

"And you never had been sprung on some chick before." He smiled again. "Same time next week?"

"Yeah, yeah." Dave said as he continued to stare at the chessboard.

Rock turned around before he left. "You know what you have to do, Dave."

"Yeah, I know. I'll keep you posted."

After Rock left, Dave stared at his chessboard. Taker had given him a task and he only had a limited time to complete it. And no wasn't an option to Taker. "You really need to stop sneaking up on me, Taker." Dave said without turning.

Taker walked from behind Dave and sat at the table. "You need to turn her, Dave. Bottom line."

"I know."

"Or…"

"I know what the 'or' is." Dave said. "I'm just trying to figure out…"

Before Dave could finish his sentence, a huge explosion happened in the kitchen followed by a 'Dude, that was fucking sick!' Dave and Take turned to each other and glanced at the kitchen. "Should I even ask what that is about?" Taker asked.

"I wouldn't dare." Dave murmured.

"Dave, get in here! You gotta see this, man!" Nitro shouted.

"Dude, that was fucking awesome!" London laughed.

Dave turned his attention back to Taker. "So like I was saying…"

Nitro and London scooted out of the kitchen, covered in blood. Both vampires had shit-eating grins on their faces. "You guys would not believe what just happened here!" London said.

"Do I even want to know?" Taker asked.

"We took a jar of hours-old blood, you know? And put it in the microwave and heated it up, you know?" Nitro said. "And it exploded! It was fucking sick, man!"

"Yeah, I didn't want to know." Taker shook his head.

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Later that week, Dave met Trish at her apartment after she got off from work. Normally, they would stay up and talk about what had transpired during the week before proceeding with sex.

Not tonight. Trish was too revved up from not seeing Dave all week to care about anything other than getting what she's been craving.

Her mouth was amazing and skillful. Kissing all over his body, Trish moved stealth-like. When she enveloped his shaft in her inviting mouth, she moved slowly, loving the pleasure she was creating in him. She moved faster on his shaft, not wanting him to climax but teasing him with the possibility.

It was achingly beautiful. And Dave loved every tortuous minute of it.

Dave let out a deep sigh as he watched her. Slightly pulling her hair out of her face, he was getting more aroused by his personal show. She took him in hungrily and craved more of him. Fuck, she's amazing.

A strong believer that there was more to give than to receive, Dave didn't hesitate to please Trish as he placed soft kisses on her most intimate parts. He played with her nipples with his fingers, then with his tongue. He sucked on each breast gently before trailing his tongue down to her navel.

Meanwhile, his hands were exploring her lower half, caressing her soft thighs. Sliding down the bed more, he spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs. He inhaled her intoxicating scent as he moved closer to her core. She was clean-shaven with a small patch of hair on her mound.

He tasted her slowly; wanting to savor her in the same manner he savored the restaurant meal. He pinned her arms down on the bed while he feasted on her. Meanwhile, Trish couldn't stand the undeniable pleasure. Her legs began to shake and small beads of sweat were forming on her body. So many times she was close to climax and he almost wanted her too.

But she loved the sweet torture he was giving her. And he couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying it himself.

Dave decided to end the torture and let Trish climax, he tightened his grip on her arms and began to lick her furiously. He concentrated on her nub and Trish exploded with pleasure. He continued the action for several more minutes until he satisfied with the number of multiples he had given her.

When he did enter her, they both drew a sharp sigh. She felt incredibly tight and wonderful on his shaft while he completely filled her. He slid in and out of her, their eyes connected and their souls comforted. They moaned together, often capturing kisses. Their tongues teased each other while their bodies danced in a natural rhythm.

Throughout the night, they switched positions and challenged each other with their body language and desire. The pair would climax several times that night; a few of the climaxes being simultaneous. When they climaxed, it was nothing short of hot and desirable as her head was thrown back as he kissed her neck.

During the night, Trish and Dave spooned together. As Trish slept peacefully, Dave watched her. Turning her was the only task that Taker gave him yet Dave felt a stronger connection with her. Her spirit, her being, and her soul drew him in.

As Dave caressed Trish's face again, he thought about their conversation at the restaurant. Trish's only concern was his lack of reaction than anything else. But if she really knew how he felt, there was no telling how she would've reacted.

He often killed his victims without giving a second thought about their families and whom they're leaving behind. More than a few occasions did he kill someone and disappeared before the body dropped. And now he was with someone who was challenging everything he had ever learned or felt. And that was very dangerous.

If Trish didn't accept his lifestyle, Dave would be forced to kill her.