Viking's Tale
Over thousand years ago ...
It was a beautiful night. The air was still warm from the last hot summer day and the moon was full once again. Alva looked up to the stars as she swam in a little pond. She moved to the coast and stood up. Her white skin almost shone in the moonlight. Slowly she brushed through her wet hair and looked up to the stars. She loved nights like this. Always had and always will. She was made for the night. An eternal night.
Alva was still not over her abusing husband and her almost death. But it was over now and her husband was dead for a few years now, but it was still bothering her. At least she wasn't suicidal anymore. Alva sighed deeply and tried as always to forget it. Her new life was better. Nobody could hurt her anymore. She wouldn't have to worry about it ever again, she had realized.
The pond was hidden in the woods and shielded by a few mounds. She had found this clearing a few nights ago, when she first had passed this area. At the moment she wasn't quite sure where exactly she was, but didn't care either.
Suddenly she heard a movement behind her. Alva spun around quickly and saw what had caused the noise. Would she have paid more attention to her surroundings she would have heard the intruder earlier. Probably. Her maker always told her to look out for trouble. Always. Now she saw him.
There, on one of the mounds, stood a tall blond man and was looking down at her. They both didn't move, just staring. The man was wearing the clothes of a Viking and he held a big axe in one of his hands. He remembered her of the men in her old village. But not in a bad way. A long time ago she had had a dream. A loving, strong man that took her as his wife. Children. And then her father sold her off and everything was ruined.
The water reached the middle of her thighs and exposed everything she had to offer. Her hair hung down her back, wet and sticky. It wouldn't help anymore to run to her clothes or anywhere else. The man was what she was… vampire. Somehow she knew this.
Alva simply looked at him and waited. She never had seen a male vampire before. She was not afraid of him. More curious. Her maker and she had been sticking together ever since Alva became a vampire. The only people she had met were people she had fed off. She warily touched her pendant.
"What do you want?" She asked the Viking and walked towards her clothing, out of the water. As she bent down to get her dress he was suddenly standing right in front of her.
"Nothing in particular. At least at the moment."A deep and hsky voice told her.
He was so much taller than she was and was looking down at her. When he grinned at her she could see his fully extended fangs. That only could mean he was hungry or turned on or both. Alva could guess what he wanted.
It made her grin too. As long as she had lived her human live, sex had been a torture mostly. But since she had been living her new live, sex had turned out to be a really satisfying thing. She tried it out with some humans she fed off and it was good. How would it be with another vampire? Even better?
Alva smiled at him and got up again, leaving her clothes on the ground.
"You sure?" Very slowly she walked towards him.
A Viking took what he wanted. She knew it from her human life that these men simply took what they desired and it was easier to give in, especially when you wanted and needed the same on the inside anyways. To be truthful, she was a Viking as well. So why shouldn't she take what she wanted, when it was thrown at her like this.
His grin grew wider and he let the axe fall to the ground. It stuck in the dirt and was ready to be taken whenever it was needed. The Viking started to get his pelt cape off. All the man were the same, they loved to feed and the loved to bed woman. Even if the man was a vampire, this was a fact that would never change. It didn't take long and he was out of his clothes and pushing her down on the ground. Even though they had the eternity, they could not wait a single second longer.
In the meantime her fangs elongated when he moved his hands over her breasts and she moaned when she felt his well built body beside hers. Even though he wasn't gentle he was great. There was no need to be gentle; it was hard to hurt a vampire anyways. Everything on him was being big and tall. They lay beside each other on the ground, beneath them lay his pelt cape. Finally he kissed her. How long hadn't she been kissed? It must have been years, mostly decades. The last one to kiss her was Harald, but it hadn't been as good and passionate as this kiss. Even a stranger was a better kisser than her own husband.
Alva wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her arms over his muscular back. It didn't take much longer until he broke the kiss and brought himself in the right position on top of her; spread her legs wide with a knee. With a hard thrust he entered her and came into her very deep, she moaned loud and in the next moment she lifted her head to bite into his neck. He pumped into her and she felt how he laid an arm around her shoulders to steady her. Alva drank a few sips of this wonderful vampire blood. The next thing Alva realized was that she had pushed him over and was sitting on his groin taking over. He must have let her, she was sure that he was a lot stronger than she was, but it confused her a bit. She moved her hips eagerly and almost reached her peak, when she looked down to him into his eyes. They were a nice shade of blue, darker than hers but still beautiful. Alva let her head fall back when she felt the orgasm coming and cried out. And he could feel it as well as her insides tightened.
Alva let herself down on him and licked over the bite mark on his skin, which was already healing.
"Who are you?" He asked her. This should have been a pre-sex question, but better late than never, she assumed.
"I am Alfrieda." Alva told him while she got off him and sat down on the ground beside him. She wasn't quite sure why she told him the name that was given to her after her birth. It just seemed to be appropriate. "But you can call me by my moniker. Alva."
The blond got up as well. He held out his hand for her and helped her stand up. He was covered with dirt so he walked towards the pond. "Eric."
Alva followed him into the water. "Are you often so quick with the women?"
"Depends a lot, but when I saw you bathing in here I just had to approach you."
"That sounds way interesting." She just said and had to admit that she'd do it again and again with him.
"You aren't that old yet, am I right?" He didn't quite ask, he was more telling her a fact.
Alva smiled a little bit. "Almost ten years. I know that isn't much, my maker is way older than I am."
She hadn't gotten that old in human years either. Dying when you only had turned nineteen just seemed wrong to her.
"I'm not an old one either. Didn't even reach the hundred yet." He seemed to be quite sad. Or mad. But who was she to judge? She hadn't been happy for a long time.
They were standing next to each other in the pond. Her head barely reached up to his shoulders and she leaned on to him. "I hope you don't mind it. That I bit you."
Eric laughed. "Don't have to excuse yourself, I pretty much enjoyed it."
He stroked over her hair softly and looked down to her. "I enjoyed everything in fact."
Alva smiled. She had forgotten that there were nice men... err vampires.
"How good for us all." Suddenly someone behind them said. "Then you two could get out of there and put on your clothes again."
The two young vampires spun around and looked at a young boy, who was a vampire as well.
"Godric." Eric simply said and walked out again.
"You too, Alva." A female voice said friendly. Eric looked at her, but didn't stop.
Her maker demanded and Alva obeyed. She followed Eric out and saw Elene stand beside the vampire that ought to be Godric. She was a tall, dark haired woman. Godric looked so misplaced beside her.
The both of them seemed to know each other, because they didn't pay any attention to them anymore and they'd started to chat. How odd. Two vampire men in one night. Must be her lucky night.
When she got out of the water she put on her old dress that wasn't anything pretty anymore and joined her maker then, after slipping into her shoes.
"I don't think we have to introduce you anymore." Elene began and looked at Alva and Eric. "But well Alva, this is Godric. And I am Elene." She said the last to Eric who simply nodded.
Alva felt pretty tiny between the tall Eric and tall Elene and the very nice looking but surely powerful, old Godric.
"Elene and I decided to stick together for a while until everyone decides to go their own ways." Godric announced. He looked barely 17 and seemed to have died very young. He was only a little taller than Alva.
"Fine, I don't mind female company." Eric looked at Alva and pulled his axe up off the ground. "At least for a while."
"Always this young vampires with their human feelings…" Elene said and sighed slightly.
Godric chuckled. "Don't forget their short temper."
A wide grin appeared on his lips and came close enough to kiss her teasingly.
Eric still held Alva pressed against the wall behind. They had kissed each other and Alva could feel his arousal, as well as her own.
The male broke the kiss and looked at her as if she had done something wrong. "Don't make a fuss like that again in front of the whole Club." He told her and looked at her not to patiently. "I just didn't stop you because I like you. But you know I am not going to submit ever again."
Alva looked away. "I am sorry. I just don't want to share anymore. We can feed together if you'd like. I am not very fond of TruBlood either. Even though it comes in handy sometimes."
Somewhere she had a point. Would he be happy to see her on some other mans lap drinking from him? Rather not. The whole thing started to get complicated.
Eric decided to let her be for today. He had to figure that whole thing out once again. Slowly he stepped back from her.
But she didn't want him to go. Not yet. Alva charged and sent him onto the ground. He landed on his back. Long ago he had learned to let her play her games as long as it stayed a game. Angry Alva was hot, but not so enjoyable as happy Alva. She sat down on his groin and looked down. "Can't we stay here for a while? I am sure Pam can handle everything on her own for a while."
Well. Of course Pam was able to throw the Fangtasia on her own for a little while.
"Eric… can you remember our first… get-together?" Alva asked him. "A little later you told me, you'd have raped me if I wasn't willing to let you fuck me. What has changed?"
His calmness really confused her.
He looked at her earnestly. "I learned to be patient and to enjoy what I'll have when I tease you long enough. But of course I got your point."
"Please, stop torturing me already." She leaned forward and put her hands onto his chest to steady herself. She looked into his eyes and was so happy that she finally had decided to return to his side.
"Hell no…" Eric sighed and looked to the door.
Suddenly the door to the room got kicked open and Pam came in. Pam looked rather unimpressed and Alva was about to get depressed very soon. At the moment she didn't like that person at all.
"Why do you keep on interrupting, when I try to have some fun, Pam?" He asked her. She had no problem with annoying him.
Pam grinned. "We have a big problem, Sheriff."
And this problem really was a big one.
AN: Sorry for the long wait. I knew there are a few of you, out there waiting. I had this chapter written a long time ago, but never published it, because it didn't feel right. Today I made a few changes and thought, I'd simply share it with you. Maybe I can write a little more soon :)
Would be great if I got some feedback! And I hope you enjoyed this little trip to the past.