He leaned over and kissed her gently. "You know you can trust me" he whispered. "I'd never do anything to hurt you...I love you." He put his arm around her and pulled her to him, holding her body tight against his. In seconds their lips were locked together and they were kissing passionately. Wiliam tore off her shirt and pushed her back into the pile of soft pillows, his mouth moving down to the warm, delicate skin of her stomach and his fingers working frantically to unfasten her trousers.

I relaxed and allowed my consciousness to flow out into William's body as his tongue trailed down her stomach while he tugged urgently at her clothing, pulling the trousers and panties down her legs and tossing them carelessly onto the floor. I could now feel every touch on his flesh, sense his increasing arousal as though it were my own. In fact, in a sense, it was my own. Williams lips were moving over her body, teasing, tasting her, trailing soft kisses over her breasts, tugging gently at her nipples with his teeth before trailing his tongue down between her legs. I could feel the muscles of her stomach tightening in anticipation as William's mouth moved over her and began to suck gently at her swollen flesh. His hands gripped her as she began to squirm under him, holding her firmly as she gasped and whined with the intensity of it.

"Oh Bill, please...I...I'm..." With a muffled cry she began to convulse in his arms. He held her against him until she lay still and then swung himself up onto his knees, crouching over her, looking down into her eyes. I stared down entranced by their colour, a pale blue grey with tiny gold flecks while he slid a hand down between her legs and dipped a fingertip into her warm wet opening.

He murmured something to her softly just as I felt a jolt of lust race through me as her warm hand brushed over his stiff member, hardening it further until it was almost painful. Her fingers curled around it and he followed her lead unhesitatingly, moving as she directed him, wriggling her hips and spreading her thighs apart for him. I made the considerable effort to remain silent but I felt that if he didn't fuck her right now I wouldn't be responsible for the consequences. How he was able to hold back at this stage was quite beyond me.

Just as I was about to scream my frustration into his mind he sank down into her pushing himself in slowly and deeply, giving her body time to become accustomed to the size of him. When he withdrew, it was also slowly, so that his length stroked her as attentively his tongue had done moments ago. He had astonishing self control. All I could think of was a desperate need for him to move faster, harder and fortunately it seemed that Alex felt the same as, after the first few strokes she wrapped her legs around his hips, clinging tightly to him and urging him on with little cries of pleasure. The sensation of her warm soft flesh pressed against him pushed both of us over the edge and he began to move more strongly, thrusting harder and deeper as his own climax approached. William's hands moved to her shoulders and held her down as his fangs found her throat.

I had not forgotten the incredible taste of her blood and, as William's lips fastened over the wounds I luxuriated in the taste of her, reflecting that William had certainly made a good choice – even if she was causing me considerable trouble.

The girl lay sprawled across William's body, exhausted by their lovemaking and fast asleep.

"This is uncomfortable William. Move her would you?"

"No! She's fine where she is."

"William! I know when you're uncomfortable!"

"I'm not uncomfortable, I like it."

"Well I don't!"

"It's none of your business."

"Excuse me? I live within you William...it most certainly is my business!"

"Then you'll just have to get used to it won't you?"

I lapsed into a sullen silence and William sighed and carefully lifted Alex's limp form, gently placing her down onto the mattress. He pulled up the cover and made sure that it was completely covering her body, pulling it up to her shoulders. He paused, looking down at her and leaned down to place a feather light kiss on her forehead. She shifted slightly in her sleep, but did not wake.

William reached up and pulled a cord beside the bed. I was just wondering what it was for when I heard a knock at the door. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he pulled on a robe which had been tossed carelessly onto the floor and headed for the door. One of Darius's guards stood outside and nodded when William told him he needed a "laptop".

"Well...you're improving!"

"Whatever do you mean?"

I smiled to myself. "You told him what you wanted. You didn't ask him for it, you ordered him to fetch it." I could sense that William was slightly uneasy with this. "You are their God William, it is only right that you should act like one."

A few minutes later the guard was back with a flat black box which he handed to William with a slight bow. He thanked him politely, which was more than I would have done...well soon he would come to take this veneration as his right.

He settled himself comfortably on the bed beside Alex who was still sleeping peacefully and opened the box up. At the press of a button the inside of the lid lit up and words began to appear.

"What is this magic?"

"Ah...well, if I can get an internet connection I'm sure you'll find this very interesting...and informative."

His fingers flew across the keys and in a very short time pictures began to appear on the screen. I watched, fascinated as William showed me scene after scene of mortal armies marching...thousands of them, all well armed. He showed me what he explained was film of scenes of panic in various countries on the night of the Great Revelation. Then images of mortals who hated us, religious leaders who called for the destruction of all vampires as soulless demons. Exhorting mortals to fight to save the human race.

"Do people actually listen to this nonsense?"

"Oh yes! I have personal experience of these people...watch"

His fingers raced over the keys again and a page appeared headed "The Fellowship of the Sun". I read, with growing fury, the page of vicious, angry hatred for my children.

"Why are they permitted to do this?" I demanded. "These people should have been wiped out by now!"

"Remember what I said to you about the Colonel? That there were too many others like him? Well this situation proves my point perfectly. The leader of this church, Reverend Newlin, was killed by a nest of vampires from Dallas."

"So I should hope!"

"It didn't help us Lilith" he explained patiently. "It only made them more determined to wipe us out. When I left the States The Fellowship was being led by Rev Newlin's son, Steve Newlin, who hates vampires even more than his father did. His father has become a martyr to their sacred cause and they want revenge!"

He typed rapidly and more information appeared on the screen. Pictures of rooms full of weapons.

"You see...they have an armoury of weapons specifically designed to kill vampires. Crossbows with wooden arrows, rocket launchers, wooden bullets with silver cores...watch" He clicked on a video and I watched as a man put a long metal tube to his shoulder and pressed a trigger with a cry of triumph. An enormous tongue of flame shot out of the tube and set fire to a straw dummy with two ridiculous fangs painted on it, to the raucous cheers of the onlookers.

"It's some kind of mechanical dragon?"

"It's a flamethrower. Dragons? really..."

"You don't believe in them? Well I've not seen any for millenia I must admit."

"You've seen dragons?" he asked, his voice hushed in awe, momentarily distracted from my lesson in modern weaponry.

"There were dragons once" I said quietly. "When this earth was young there were many things which no longer exist on this plane. They were the children of a sea goddess from ancient Babylon. Now what was her name...Tiamat! That was it. I've not seen her for millenia either. She seems to have faded from human memory, or at least if they remember her, they no longer believe..."

We sat in silence for a while and then William went back to the keyboard and began flicking through different images.

"What are you doing now?"

"I'm looking for something."

"Looking for what?"

"A gift...for Alex."

I watched as he began to search through screens devoted to cars until he found what he was looking for. He gave a little sigh.

"Oh dear...that's the one!"

"What's wrong" I asked staring at the sleek, two seater car on the screen.

"That's the car that Alex has spoken of...the one she's always wanted."

"Well that's good isn't it? You've found what you were looking for."

I was bored with this already. William, however, was looking distinctly worried for some reason.

"That's a very powerful car! It could be dangerous for her."

Suddenly I was interested!

"Dangerous, how is it dangerous?"

"It's very powerful and very fast." He sighed and came to a decision, opening a small window on the screen and beginning to type a message. "Well, she's driven my Aston Martin with no problem...and I know it's what she wants..."

I relaxed and watched him as he fetched a sheet of paper from the desk and wrote a note. This could be my answer, perhaps she would kill herself in this car and I'd be rid of her...