I am soooooo sorry it took me this looooooooooooooooooooooong to update...

I got back from my vacation and was like totally thoughtless for what to write about in this chapter...

Finally it accrued to write about this...

--This chapter is pushing mature ratings so please don't be offended by its content. I hope it isn't too graphic, I tried to make it so it wasn't.--

Courtney's smaller hand fit in Duncan's much larger hand more perfectly than he ever thought it would, or even could. Duncan considered this as he listened to Courtney tell him about herself, her life, all of them. Starting when she was a Aztec princess... all Duncan knew was he never wanted her to stop talking... because if she did that would mean that all of her life stories were over. An ending Duncan didn't want for HIS Princess.

Courtney's light voice filled the room as she told Duncan the first name she had ever been know by.

"Citlali Nenetl. My father named me after his favorite thing in the whole world, since he claimed that I had replaced it." Courtney whispered, her nimble fingers tracing a patch of skin on Duncan's back that had once been, but was no longer marred by a scare.

"And what does, umm." Duncan paused.

"Citlali Nenetl." Courtney supplied, her lips moving to caress the perfection of his new skin.

"Yeah, what's it mean?" Duncan half groaned out his question.

"Star Doll. I was such a tiny baby, and my father obsessed with the stars." Courtney sighed and rolled away from Duncan.

"Understandable, who wouldn't want to name you after celestial bodies?" Duncan asked playfully. His larger, yet not stronger, frame moving to cover Courtney's slender, lithe one.

...

Later Courtney rushed one.

"When I became of age, about thirteen, my name became Xochitl Anacanona." And before Duncan could ask, Courtney supplied the meaning, "Precious golden flower."

"Fitting, considering what I can only image was once a golden complexion." This time it was Duncan's lips that caressed Courtney's shoulder.

"Mmm, yes, well when I married two years later, Quentzal Yaretzi was added. Queen who will always be loved."

Duncan's movements had stopped. Courtney feared it was because of the mention of her 'husband.'

"On top of Zochit Anaconda?!" Duncan asked incredulously.

Courtney laughed and Duncan resumed his seduction of her body.

"Yes. But it changed again when I was turned. To my people I had died in childbirth-"

Duncan snorted at 'childbirth' since she was in fact the one that had been 'born'.

"But to all vampires I became known as Metzlti. Godess of night. " Courtney said mysteriously.

"Once again, fitting for you my love." Duncan whispered.

"I suppose so." Courtney replied and rolled over until she was sitting atop Duncan's expansive, well-muscled chest. "Enough talk. Sunrise it in an hour and even thought the rays cannot reach us here we must still have gone to rest by then."

"Hmm, an hour. Plenty of time." Duncan ran his hands over Courtney's bare stomach.

"During my time in Britain, I went by the name Mary Anna. A surprisingly common name for one so simple and plain. I was using that name when I met a girl maned Bethany, or Beth for short. She was not a very comly when she was a girl but she grew into a pretty little thing. She did have a sister who was a lovely little thing throughout her life, her name was Bridgette. I grew very close to Bridgette and Beth, so close that I almost told them my secret. In the end I didn't when they both moved away and married. Bridgette to a sweet young farmer named Geoffery and Beth to an smart young gent named Justin." Courtney sighed, unaware of what she had been doing.

Duncan finally regained his composure and said, "Do you realize you have the most amazing British accent I have ever heard?"

"Oh, yes, well when I talk of my past lives the way I spoke then is how I speak with recollecting.

"Interesting... so whenever I talk about my human years I will sound like the uneducated, foolish, criminal that I am?" Duncan asked, the innocent look on his face not fooling Courtney.

"No. You will sound exactly like you are... a very sweet, caring young man that just happened to fall under harsh times." Courtney said, smoothing her palm across Duncan's cheek soothingly.

"You mean a street kid who not only was born on the wrong side of the tracks, but stayed there and grew up there." Duncan replied dejectedly.

"Duncan! Shut up!" Courtney shouted, quite unusually for her. Not only that but she used cruder language than Duncan even thought she knew... it shocked him to no end... and all she had said was 'shut up'.

"Okay, if you really want me to I will." Duncan said once he recovered from the surprise. He rolled away from Courtney out of the bed. "Its about time we 'went to sleep' anyway." He said quickly and disagreed into another room.

"Ahh! Men! Why must they be so tender ego-ed!?" Courtney demanded.

"Do we have to do this Mummy?" Asked the small child. Looking pleadingly up as his mother.

"You know we must darling, for sister's sake, we must." The little boy's mother answered, never once glancing down at the small child she called her own.

"Yes. For Gwen." Cody mumbled, his feet no longer dragging as his mother pulled him roughly along the road.

"What is this Courtney?" Duncan asked suspiciously, he was still a tad bit angry with Courtney from the night before.

"It is a place where parents go to sell their children to despicable monsters for the night." Courtney spat out, leaving no room to wonder what the children were being 'sold' to do.

"Parents?" Duncan asked, clearly mortified.

"Yes. This is how I like to feed best. I save a child while taking the evil parents blood and forcing them to love and care for the child for the rest of their natural lives." Courtney spoke so passionately that Duncan realized he wasn't really mad at her, just himself, for feeling sorry for himself. At least he had never had to face a situation like this one.

"So... how's this gonna' work? I impersonate a... um... evil monstrosity and you show up and... um... feed." He had to force the last word out, painful as it was.

"I hadn't thought of that... yes... let's work with... your idea." Courtney's last few words were unsure.

At first Duncan thought this meant she didn't trust him... but he soon realized she just wasn't use to the idea of someone else having... an idea.

"Christopher McCleain, but I'll let you call my Chris honey buns." Chris flirted mercilessly with the cute bimbo behind the reception area.

"Okay Chip." The dumb blonde said smiling stupidly, buts still hottly. Lucky for Chris, he was there for the kids. "I'm Lindsay and I'll take you right back."

"Sure thing darlin'," Chris was laying on the southern draw a mite too thick but the chesty girl didn't seem to notice.

"Well be sending someone back in just a few moments sir." The blonde said then left.

Sure enough, not even three minuets later a hot looking asian, or perhaps Vietnamese, woman entered.

"Hello, Chris. My name is Heather and I'm here to figure out what it is that pleases you?" She asked, slyly.

"Young. Hot. Sexier than even you darlin'." Chris' charm was gone and he was now all business.

"Male of female?" Heather asked, realized she would lose him if she didn't cut to the chase.

"Untouched. Gender doesn't matter. But I want a fist timer." Chris replied smoothly.

"Hmm, well, we have one..."

"Let me guess, its really expensive." When Heather nodded and was about to open her mouth to say something Chris cut her off and pulled out an envelop from his jacket pocket. "I'm sure this will cover any, and all, expenses?" Chris asked, his eyebrows raising questioningly.

Heather mealy felt the envelope before smiling and departing from the room quickly.

Right before she could make it out and stuff some of the extra down her pants, Chris called after her. "Oh, and send me a little something else too. I'm sure the money covers it."

Heather sighed, there went her pant stuffed bonus for the night.

Duncan rubbed the back of his head, Courtney would kill him for changing the plans, but for some reason Duncan knew that he was meant to save more than one little boy or girl tonight.

Courtney hissed when she dropped into the room and Duncan had not one, not even two, but THREE little boys tucked into bed together. Two the them were clinging to each other, the third turned away and sleeping as far away from the others huddled together as humanly possible while still managing to cling to the bed slumbering.

"Duncan! What have you done!" Courtney shrieked, so hight that only Duncan could hear her.

Unfortunately Duncan didn't know this so he dove for her and knocked her to the ground, then he glanced back up to the three boys asleep, checking to see if they had remained that way.

"Small change of plans Princess." Duncan said sheepishly, pulling Courtney to her feet.

"Ever so slight my love." Courtney said sarcastically and glared feircely at Duncan. Her face softening as she looked over the three young children, complete innocents when sleep over came their tiny bodies. "Oh Duncan, they keep getting younger and younger. These three are no more than mere babies!" Courtney said, her eyes filling with tears.

"That is why I couldn't bare to only save one when I knew there were others." Duncan cradled Courtney close.

"So many others. So many little lost lambs." Tears streamed down Courtney face, a new emotion that Duncan had never seen upon her lovely face before.

It was an obvious sign of trust...

I am truely sorry if I offended anyone with my sterio-types.

Sorta'

R&R