Elise grabbed hold of the sides of his head and pulled him up a bit. He grinned into her wet pussy. She tasted so sweet, like berries and cream. The smell of her was intoxicating and he needed more. Sucking. Pulling. Rubbing. His chin was covered in her cream as she screamed out and wiggled beneath him. He held her in place as he drank down her sweet sex.
"I need more. I want to feel you in me," she cried out.
Always one to oblige, Jean-Pierre moved up and over her. He supported his weight with one hand and freed his massive cock with the other. It seemed to know instantly where her wet, warm hole was. He pressed the head of his cock into her tight opening and saw the look of strain pass over her face.
"Elise, do you wish me to stop?"
"God, no! Not now. Not ever!"
Jean-Pierre eased himself into her. Her body held tight and refused to allow him further access. Her bottom lip quivered and he knew that he was causing her pain. Unable to bear the look on her face, he bent his down and took her mouth with his. His cock mirrored his tongue as it inched its way in, only his tongue did not run into the same thin barrier that his cock did.
Elise was a virgin? She’d waited for him too.
The mere thought of her saving herself for him set him into an uncontrolled sexual frenzy. He slammed his cock into her, tearing through her maidenhood and claiming her body with his own. She screamed out beneath him and clawed at the backs of his arms. Elise’s channel eased somewhat, allowing him full access to her pussy, and he took advantage of it, thrusting deeper and faster into her. He rode her body with a fire and passion that could only come from a man who’d waited so very long to love again. The wait had been more than worth it. He didn’t even think it possible, but she was even more exquisite than she’d once been.
To top perfection was quite a feat and he hoped that he could love her as she deserved to be loved. He would give her the moon if she but asked for it.
"Je t'aime--I love you," he whispered in her ear.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she bit at his neck lightly. "I love you, too."
The need to claim her was great. Each time his cock sunk into her silky depths he wanted to let his demon out and taste her sweet coopery blood running down his throat. The thought of fucking her while he fed made it even harder to skive off his orgasm. It would carry a couple hundreds years worth of seed and he wasn’t sure how long it would last.
Elise’s pussy tightened around his cock and he gritted his teeth in an attempt to stop his fangs from lowering. He couldn’t. The clenching of her channel proved to be too much. As his shaft exploded, sending seed deep within her womb, his fangs descended. In a flash he was on her, striking the sensitive vein in her neck, drinking her down as his cock continued to spit come into her. His orgasm seemed to last forever. His bite was orgasmic, so Elise continued to clench down on his cock as it spit more and more come into her. The milking process only served to prolong his already insane orgasm.
Over the centuries, he’d learned how to feed from a human without killing them. It was a well-crafted art that all vampires had to learn if they wanted a warm meal without a trail of corpses in their wake. Normal humans could fill his needs for days without showing wear. Elise wasn’t normal. She was sick and he’d forgotten about that. He sensed her heart stopping a fraction of a second before it did.
"NON!" he cried out.
Pulling back from her limp body, he cried out again when he saw the glassy look in her green eyes. It was then that he felt her life slipping away. He bit his wrist quickly, gashing it open, and allowing his vampire blood to flow freely. Pressing it to her mouth, he tried to will her to drink, but in her weakened state, she did not respond. Blood ran out of the corners of her mouth. Each drop signified her death. He put his wrist to her mouth again, silently praying that she’d drink it before his wound closed up. He’d have to feed again if he was to open another vein for her and she would be past the point of siring if he left her for that long a period.
"Drink, Elise, drink of my blood. Accept my dark gift, join me, now and forever." She didn’t respond.
Fear gripped him and he put his mouth over hers. Using his tongue, he forced blood down her throat. She jerked beneath him, no doubt from the change occurring. It was then that he realized his cock was still buried in her body. He began to pull out of her, but stopped when her tongue caressed his back. The feel of her body swaying gently under his was too much. Seed shot out of his shaft hard and faster than he wanted.
Elise raked her nails down his back and screamed out in French, "Plus fort!"
Giving into her wish for it to be harder, he slammed his body down onto hers. Her green eyes rolled into the back of her head as she panted beneath him. A knock of the bedroom door startled him, but he didn’t move to answer it. Whoever it was could wait. Elise’s change would be nearing completion and he’d not leave her to go through it alone.
"Open this door, demon!" a woman shouted.
Visions of the townsfolk rebelling against him two hundred and fifty years ago flooded back to him, and once again he saw his beloved Elise dead before his eyes. For a moment, he felt as helpless now as he had then. It was only when he realized that he could save her this time that he snapped out of his funk.
"NO!" He pulled off her and moved towards the door, just in time to see it burst open.
Margaret, the costume shop owner stood there dressed as a nun with a large wooden cross in her hand. "I have the faith to back this up, demon. Don’t you worry none ‘bout that. We’ll see you turn to dust before we let you take Elise from us. Go, go back to the hell hole from which you spawned, demon!"
Jean-Pierre shielded his eyes from the white light that began to emanate from the holy object. He hissed as Margaret moved closer to him. Her gaze went to the bed and she cried out, "Elise! Oh Lord have mercy, what has he done to you?"
"I saved her life, you old fool." He batted at her, but she held tight to her protection. As long as the cross still glowed, he was powerless to stop her. His body weakened quickly and it took all his might just to remain standing. Margaret walked to the bed and put the cross near Elise. When Elise didn’t respond she turned her narrow gaze back to Jean-Pierre.
"You killed her. You didn’t turn her. You killed her. You’re a murdering demon and you’re going back to hell. Didn’t they warn you? Didn’t they tell you that there’d be a price?"
Jean-Pierre tried to make sense of Margaret’s words. Didn’t who tell him what? The more it thought about it, the more he remembered the hag sisters who’d assured him that he would indeed see Elise Marie again. They warned him not to tempt fate, not to fight what had been predetermined, but still he did. Now, they were at the mercy of a religious madwoman who somehow knew about the warnings a set of equally insane sisters gave him over two hundred years ago.
"You should have listened to them. I did, right before I sent them to hell, too!" Margaret shouted.
The idea of Margaret, a seemingly mild-mannered shop owner being able to kill three hag sisters actually alarmed him. If she could kill three seers then she might very well be able to kill a newly formed vampire--Elise. He wasn’t concerned about himself. It would take quite a bit more than Margaret to destroy him. Sure, she could inflict pain on him, but killing him was an entirely different matter altogether.
"Come on in, boys, and get her body out of here. We need to cleanse her with holy water before we cut her heart out and bury her," Margaret yelled.
Two large men burst through the door, wearing robes, and carrying ropes and burlap bags. They looked a good deal like Margaret so he assumed they were relations. One of the men looked down at Elise’s body and Jean-Pierre could smell the man’s arousal as he stared at her naked, blood-stained body. The need to tear the man’s head from his shoulders was great--too great for the demon within him to resist.
The French doors to his bedroom blew open, and the cold October wind blew into the room. All around him, candles flickered and screams sounded. The screams
hadn’t come from anyone in the room, but rather some unseen force. Margaret’s little helpers cowered in the corner as shadows appeared out of nowhere, trying to grab them--taunting them.
The sound of soft songs rode over the screams and Jean-Pierre knew that the supernatural community had gathered their strength to aid him on this night--All Hallows Eve. The power of the paranormal was ten fold and with the help of his brethren he would not lose Elise to crazed townspeople again. No. It was time that an end came to those who would persecute others simply for being different.
The light from the cross faded and the woman behind was revealed to him. In one moment, he saw all the sins of her past. All the murders she’d committed over the years, claiming to be working for God. She’d murdered women, children, anyone who she deemed evil. All the lost souls, but his and the three seers, had been ordinary people that her twisted mind had perceived as evil.
Margaret looked to the men she’d come with for help, but Jean-Pierre knew that she’d find none there. The men, if not dead yet, would be locked in insanity, prisoners of their own minds. The spirits of their victims now had their vengeance. "No! I will not be harmed by you, devil!"
Jean-Pierre tipped his head back and laughed wickedly as the wind around him brought about the sound of thunder. "I am not the devil, old woman. I am much worse." He leapt at her and flung her back against the wall. A sharp pain in his gut made him glance down. It was then that he saw she’d used the wooden cross as a stake. White-hot pain lanced through his body as he slid to the floor.
Margaret’s eyes gleamed. "I told you he’d protect me. I told you…."
As Jean-Pierre gave into the darkness, he saw a blur that looked slightly like Elise standing before him. "Femme de la dame, Je t'aime."
Chapter Five
Domme, France--near Dordogne Valley
Jean-Pierre glanced over at Elise and wondered when, if ever, she’d speak to him again. They’d been in France for a month now, and she’d barely spoken to him. He’d thought that she’d accepted what she was when he’d woken to find that she’d killed Margaret, but she hadn’t. Elise seemed to hate her very existence now and she blamed him for it.
The blank look on her face as she stared out at the black river spoke volumes. She’d been prepared to die. She’d accepted that her heart would not last much longer and she’d been ready for the inevitable. He’d changed all that without first speaking to her about it, and he would regret that for all eternity.
"I did it because I love you," he said, hoping that this time she would answer him.
Elise dropped her head against the window and moonlight spilled over her long dark hair. She was a vixen, a raven of the night, and she had no idea what kind of control she had over him. He would do anything for her. Hell, he had waited hundreds of years for her to return and would wait a hundred more for her to be ready to accept him once more. After all, they had an infinite amount of time.
"Jean-Pierre," she whispered.
At first, he thought that his mind was playing tricks on him, but when she turned and looked directly at him he realized that this was no trick. "Yes."
"I’m pregnant."
His breath caught in his throat. Paralyzed by both shock and joy, he didn’t move. He’d never intended to fully turn her, at least not until they were able to have children, but it had happened anyway. His original plan had been to shift her enough that her weak heart would heal, but she would not be a full vampire. He’d only ever heard of partial vampires being able to have a child. This was new, exciting, and he wanted to run and hold her in his arms. The sad, faraway look on her pale face kept him at bay.
"I am pleased. Are you not?"
A tear ran down her cheek and he felt as though his heart would shatter. "Are we evil? I mean … I know that you give me blood from a cup, but where do you get it from? Do you kill people for it?"
"Not innocent people, no."
Her eyes widened. "But you still murder people to feed me."
"Vampires kill only the ones who deserve to die--murders, rapists, child molesters … that is all. We do not take blood from the innocent. It goes against our very code. It is common for us to purchase supplies of blood from blood banks now as well. It is easy to pay a doctor to claim that you have a certain blood disorder that requires infusions." He’d been paying for blood shipments for over twenty years. The advent of modern blood banks had been the equivalent of fast food restaurants to his kind.
"Will our child be evil?"
"We are not evil. Not in the way you think of the word. Tell me how a creature that rids the world of evildoers is evil himself. Would he not be considered a hero?"
She shrugged. "I guess, but then can’t we go into churches or be around holy objects."
"Ahh, I do not know the answer to these questions, but I can tell you that we are not evil and that I cannot see how a God that hates us would allow us to conceive a child."
"My heart would have never allowed me to carry a child. At least, not before you made it strong." Elise stepped away from the window and took a tentative step towards him. He didn’t move, afraid that she’d shrink away if he dared to touch her. As she approached, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her slender waist. Their child grew within her. Against all odds, they’d managed to create a life.
She reached out and laid her hand on his shoulders. He drew in a sharp breath and waited to see what Elise would do next. Cupping his face in her hands, she leaned down to him. "I remember everything."
He was a bit confused by her statement. "You remember me siring you? I swear to you that I did it only to save your life."
She touched his lip. "Shhh, not that. Well, I do remember that, but that’s not all I remember. I remember us, here in France long ago. I remember our wedding, and how gentle you were with me when we made love that night. And," she looked away from him. "I can remember what happened after you’d gone out to feed, that night--the night I died."
Jean-Pierre tried to stand. He needed to move, to do anything other than sit there. The thought of Elise reliving those last few horrifying moments threatened to destroy him. Elise pushed him down in the wingback chair and stared down at him.
"Jean-Pierre, it’s okay. I’m not afraid. I wasn’t afraid then either. They came for you … the villagers came with torches and swords. They claimed that I’d married a demon, a monster that sucked the lives from their children and killed indiscriminately." She turned his face to meet hers and positioned her body on his lap, just so. "They thought that I didn’t know what I’d married. They were wrong. I knew that you were a vampire from the moment I met you. I can’t explain how, I just knew, and I refused to leave with them. They offered me the chance to live if I left with them, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave you. I loved you--I still love you, Jean-Pierre."
"You love me even though I turned you into … into what I am."
She pressed her soft lips to his and silenced any of his questions. He could feel her love for him radiating from her. The time she’d spent in silence had apparently allowed her time to reflect on who and what she now was. There was still one other matter he needed to deal with. "Elise Marie."
"Mmm, yes?"
"I am the Dubois who owns the manor in your hometown."
"You own it?" She tipped her head back and laughed. He didn’t understand what was so funny. "Oh, Jean-Pierre, that house called to me, and I dreamed that my one true love resided in it--just waiting until the time was right to whisk me away for all eternity."
He smiled as he played her fantasy through his mind. The irony of it all was not lost on him. He had indeed been waiting in the manor for her, with every intention of whisking her away for all eternity. Kissing her lips softly, he brushed her long hair over her shoulders. "One day, when it is safe again, we shall return to the manor to live."
"That would be nice. I kind of miss my grandmother."
"I figured as much, that is why I sent for her. She will be arriving by plane sometime next week." T
he look on Elise’s face told him that she was afraid of what her grandmother would think of what she was now. "Do not worry, ma amour, she knew what I was long ago. She paid me a visit when she was young, and told me that she had a premonition that one day I would find my true love and that she would have in hand in it all. She passed her gifts on to your mother. That is how she heard you call to her from the spirit realm to tell your name."
She tossed her arms around his neck and covered him with kisses. Each kiss was more tender than the last. This was how he’d envisioned their life together. The addition of the baby would bring them even more joy. "Femme de la dame, Je t'aime."
"And I love you too, husband." Elise wiggled her nose. "I’d prefer to stop using the title of Lord before it though. It is about time you came around to the present day." Pushing her hand between them, she grabbed hold of his cock through his pants and laughed. "I see that you’re ready. Are you always like this?"
"Only around you, only around you."
"Good, keep it that way. I’m dead, pregnant, and craving blood. You really don’t want to see what I look like when I’m jealous too." She rubbed her hand over his erection and purred softly. The sound nearly drove him out of his mind. "See, honey, I can be gentle too, and I’d like to be the one calling the shots this time. I’ve waited a month to feel you in me again and I’m horny as hell. Yikes, you really did create a monster."
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