By L. Crystal Michallet-Romero

Disclaimers: None needed. This is an original piece written by me back in the middle 80's, and since revised for 2004. Since reworking this little tale, I have signed a contract with Limitless Dare 2 Dream Publishing (http://www.limitlessd2d.net/) and look forward to turning the entire tale over to them as soon it is completely edited. Rated: NC-17, not intended, or suitable for children. Violence: The fall out of domestic abuse is depicted within this chapter.

Sexual Content: There is a heterosexual, as well as a lesbian scene within this chapter.

Sexual Violence: WARNING - This chapter contains a very violent rape scene. The 1980's version was far more graphic than the 2004 version and I have not only toned it down, but cut out parts that I felt were unnecessary. But be aware that this is the hardest chapter of this story to read and nothing is added into a story unless it is absolutely necessary for the plot. The chapters that follow after this should be easier to read.

Vampire Violence: In addition to fang action this chapter depicts an initiation into the vampire world.

Subtext: Yep, there is "girl on girl" action in this chapter.

All feedback welcomed at: CrystalMichallet@aol.com

Crystal's web site at: http: //www.charani.org/XenaFanFicMichallet.html

"They were careless people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made…blah, blah, blah. What utter nonsense!" Aurore moaned as she tossed the finely made, leather-bound book onto the floor. "What does he know of the era, I lived it!" she exclaimed then muttered, "I could write better than that!"

"Of course you could, little bird," Tamara chimed as she sat in a chair under a lamp. Wearing an earth-toned caftan, tan leather sandals and with her large hair wrapped tightly in a colorful silk scarf, the black woman appeared like a goddess of yore. As she held a large book in her lap, the African woman's brows furrowed as she studiously read each line.

Aurore groaned at the impeccable sight of her female lover and threw her head back against the overstuffed armchair. Wearing only a thin nightgown the immortal teen stared up at the high ceiling of her grandmother's library. Her legs dangled haphazardly over the arms of the chair, and her expression remained bored. Releasing an audible sigh she turned in the large high-backed chair and glanced around the room. When she noticed the large portrait of her ancestor gazing down at her with beady eyes, she frowned and turned away from it.

In the heart of the daylight hours the shutters of the windows were closed to block out the harsh rays of the sun. As the three were gathered in the room they each busied themselves amongst the collection of books. Upon each wall were floor to ceiling bookshelves. If there had been any rhyme or reason to the order of the books, it was lost on Aurore. But the immortal teen never gave it much thought because for her, reading anything was simply too boring.

Her first years as an immortal left her much time on her hands, and in that time her grandmother had seen fit to saddle her with an endless amount of tutors. After many decades of this tedious chore Aurore soon learned how to get the lessons to stop. One by one the new schoolmarms were marched to the study, and one by one the servants had to drag their dead, drained bodies from the room.

With a sly smile the teen remembered back to those days and was pleased at the solution she had found. Yes, if she had continued with the boredom of studies she would still to this day be locked away reading the endless books and having the same endless lessons instead of what she really wanted to do. For Aurore nothing was as grand as having fun. Nothing compared to being unleashed and free to do whatever she wished.

Yes, it was true that if left to her own devices, Aurore would have drained the entire house of servants. But she couldn't help it. She liked to have fun and taking mortals for sport, playing with them like a cat does to a mouse, was amusing. Nothing gave her more pleasure than to drink mortal blood once she finished toying with them, and what was wrong with a little sport? she would always ask her grandmother. Reluctantly, Aurore had agreed to never again drink dry another servant. In exchange, her Abuela gave her free reign over the mortals in the city.

"Here's one," Shannon's soft, English accent broke through the silence, "Call me Ishmael…." his voice grew deep, its baritone sound echoing in the room as he read the opening lines of a book. With an almost thoughtful expression, he stared off at nothing in an attempt to remember something, "Humm, I think I had an Ishmael once. If I remember correctly, his blood didn't settle well at all! He was a bit rancid, if you ask me." The lithe figure nodded as he unconsciously reached up to push his long, blond hair out of his eyes. After clearing his throat, he looked back down at the book and began again, "Call me Ishmael.…"

"Arggggg, don't you dare!" Aurore groaned as she looked around for something to toss at her male lover.

"What? I think it's rather good, and I thought you would enjoy it too. After all, the title has your favorite subject in it," Shannon winked at her as he shifted on the ladder to reach for another book.

Shannon was the most handsome immortal Aurore had ever met. There was never a day that she didn't mind gazing at his masculine beauty. She loved the fact that his biceps were well defined yet not over bulging. His torso was average and his chest was smooth to the touch. Having been physically fit in life, when he became immortal he kept his well-defined abs, muscular bottom and runners' legs. With a mischievous smile, Aurore gazed at his white boxer shorts. Unaware of her close scrutiny, the blond man continued to search through the endless books until he found one to his liking. With a slight smile, Shannon took the leather-bound book in hand and resettled himself on the ladder.

"Ahhh, this is more like it!" Shannon exclaimed as he began to read a passage. "Jonathan Harker's Journal, 3 May. Bistritz - Left Munich at 8:35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna.…" his voice droned on.

With legs slightly spread, the tip of his penis poked out of the slit in his shorts like a third eye. As wicked thoughts entered her mind, Aurore smiled as she rose from her place and moved to her male lover. Sometimes when the lighting was just right, and if she squinted her eyes, he almost appeared feminine to her, which made him all the more appealing.

"Shannon," she called in a slight singsong voice, "I bet I know what would be fun," Aurore smiled as she made her way to the ladder. Shannon looked down at her confused as he held the open book in hand. When she stood below him, and his third eye was scant inches from her, she smiled as she leaned up on the tip of her toes and licked the round crown.

"Aurore! Gods woman, you're going to get me started all over again!" Shannon tried to sound angry, but the smile on his lips belied his true emotions.

"And what's wrong with that?" Aurore asked with a wicked grin as she reached up and tugged on his member. Her fingers wrapped firmly around its length as she began to stroke him back to life.

"Oh, now you are being naughty," Shannon grinned as he set the book aside, then glanced down at the ladder that he was sitting on top of. The blond man seemed to be inspecting its construction before he smiled. "Come on love, climb up here and let's go for a round!"

Before Aurore could even take a step, the firm voice of their other lover spoke up. "I don't think you should be doing that in here. After all, this is your grandmother's office and private library," the black woman said right before the sound of a page turning was heard in the dark room. At a distance, a slight chime of the grandfather clock announced the new hour.

"Oh Tamara, you're no fun! Besides, I don't think grandmother would mind," Aurore shot back as she smiled up at Shannon, her fingers still moving over his twitching penis as she began to take a tentative step up the ladder.

"Perhaps not, little bird, but there is such a thing as having respect. You should respect what is sacred to your grandmother, and to her, it is these books and this library," came Tamara's leveled voice. Stopping, Aurore visibly frowned as she glanced over her shoulder.

There were times like this when she almost wished that Tamara was gone again. While one part of her loved the black woman dearly, there was another part that disliked the condescending tone she often took. Some time ago, Tamara's attitude caused a split between them and they had separated for nearly a decade. While the African blamed it on Shannon, Aurore remembered their argument clearly. Ever since Aurore had entered into the immortal world the black woman treated her like a child. She tried to govern every aspect of the teen's life. Although she loved Tamara dearly, Aurore would not let anyone tell her whom she could love.

With a sad frown Aurore remembered those years without Tamara. True, she had Shannon with her daily, but it was not the same. Tamara was a part of her heart, and when the teen no longer had her near, her existence seemed empty. Only recently, when her ex-lover returned did it feel like life had returned to her spirit. Yes, the African woman could be difficult at times, but Aurore had learned that this was simply her nature. Although Aurore had never argued again with her, she would simply tease the woman in order to bring some humor into their lives. With a mischievous smile, she glanced down at her female lover.

"Why, Tamara, you should have been a scholar!" Aurore sarcastically shot back.

The African woman looked up at her surprised. Her exquisite features suddenly grew bright as a smile crossed her lips. With a slight tilt of her head, she merely said, "Thank you so much for such a compliment. I would have been honored to have been a scholar!"

"Arggggg, Tamara, you are just so…so.…" but Aurore couldn't finish.

"I don't understand why you can't appreciate what you have here," Tamara looked up at Aurore with a serious expression and then pointed to the book in her lap, "take this one, for example." She held the book up and began to read.

"And what is man - that boasted demigod? Do not his powers fail when he most requires their use? And whether he soar in joy or sink in sorrow, is not his career in both inevitably arrested? And whilst he fondly dreams that he is grasping at infinity, does he not feel compelled to return to a consciousness of his cold, monotonous existence?" the melodic voice of the African woman rose in the air. When she finished, she glanced up at the two figures.

Shannon looked at Aurore with an arched brow. The smile at the corner of his lips threatened to grow. As a giggle escaped her control, Aurore looked away and glanced back at Tamara. The African woman only shook her head as she looked back down at the book.

"How can you not appreciate such humanly mortal angst? Granted, it loses some in the translation, but the basic meaning still remains," Tamara's voice was filled with awe as she gazed lovingly at the pages. "Why, never before has the whole human condition been so eloquently encapsulated!"

Aurore mimicked the black woman's words and then rolled her eyes. When Tamara looked up at her, the teen smiled sweetly as she took a hold of Shannon's hand. The lithe man took a few steps down the ladder and joined the pixie woman.

"Come on Shannon, lets go have some fun and leave Tamara to her books," Aurore chuckled as she began to lead the man from the dark library. When she glanced down and saw his bulge, she coquettishly giggled, and said, "Tamara, if you ever get bored, come and join us. I bet Shannon has enough for both of us!"

As they walked out, she thought she heard the woman mutter, "Children!" before the library doors closed.

They had only made it a few paces before Aurore had Shannon backed into the wall. Reaching up, she kissed him deeply even as she began to push the elastic of his shorts down. They were so attuned to each other that words were not needed. Her sex drive, as insatiable as her need for fresh blood, was always with her. Mirroring her desires, the young immortal man moved against her eagerly.

After he gripped her bottom, Shannon easily lifted Aurore from her feet and carried her the short way down the hall. Once he deposited her on a small table that was lodged in a corner, he pulled away and smiled at her as he pushed her nightgown up around her waist. His hand took the tip of his penis and he began to guide himself into her.

"Is this what you want, my little kitten?" Shannon huskily asked as Aurore pushed her hips toward him, and then clenched her inner walls to pull him deeper into her.

"The question should be…" Aurore gasped as she began to move against him, "is this what you want?" Her words brought a slight chuckle from him, before his hips began to move in earnest.

As they mated, Aurore pulled Shannon's bare skin close. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as she felt him deep within her. With his lips so close to her ears, she felt each breath he took as he grunted in pleasure. Before she closed her eyes, she heard a slight noise from the corridor and glanced up in time to see the group of the female servants standing nearby.

Aurore noticed their look of shock and the way their eyes remained riveted on them. She could almost smell their mortal arousal as they watched the two vampires mate. With a smile, the teen bared her sharp teeth and allowed them to see the full powers at her disposal. After releasing a slight growl, she latched onto Shannon's neck and drank of his immortal blood. At this heightened sensation, the blond man cried out in pleasure as he gave one final thrust before releasing himself into her.

Yes, Aurore always enjoyed seeing the mortals' look of awe and fear. Nothing made her happier than toying with the emotions of such wretched creatures. While Tamara held admiration for them, the immortal teen held nothing but contempt. To her, they were simply pets to be played with and then disposed of.

In all of her decades of immortal life, Aurore never understood why some of her own kind would cherish mortals. It disgusted her whenever she saw Briannon with her mortal pet. Just thinking of the Irish woman coddling and protecting such a creature made her sick to her stomach. Although she could understand the woman's need to have someone to feed on, Aurore could tell that there was more to their relationship. Every time the mortal was seen wearing new clothes and jewelry or driving the latest car, the message that Briannon sent to everyone was clear. Not only was this mortal her pet, but she was also cherished. This did not seem right to Aurore. You could play with the humans and even keep them around as a constant source of nourishment but to treat them with respect - never.

With all of her emotions bottled up, Aurore allowed these fleeting thoughts to cross her mind as she felt the pleasure from Shannon's body. Even as he groaned in delight, she whimpered when she felt herself reach her own orgasm. When it was over, he withdrew from her and smiled as he pulled up his shorts.

"Let's go upstairs for some more," Shannon smiled as he glanced over his shoulders. "Did we have an audience, love?"

"Of course," Aurore grinned as she licked his blood from her lips. "Mortals, just mortals," her voice held a tinge of disdain.

The blond man inspected her, and then smiled, "You don't like them very much, do you?" He teased as he tweaked her small nipples. With a slight giggle, she brushed his hands away, and then grew suddenly serious.

"Why should I? Mortals are worthless creatures. If I had my way, I would eradicate them all and populate the world with only our kind," Aurore said defiantly as she jumped from the table and straightened out her nightgown. "Humans are nothing more than parasites preying on each other. They'll murder their kin and then air their disbelief of such barbarity. There is nothing more hypocritical than a mortal. They are despicable," she spat out as her gaze grew cold. "I despise them, Shannon. They disgust me!"

Shannon looked at her surprised and then smiled slyly, "I knew there was a reason why I liked you!" He wagged a finger at her as he began to lead her from the hallway. "We make such a wonderful pair!" he exclaimed as he reached under her legs and lifted her into his arms.

At his move, Aurore began to giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Before Shannon could carry her to the staircase a noise caught their attention. When she looked up at the hall that led to the kitchens she noticed a mortal standing there with a look of shock. Instantly, she was out of Shannon's arms and standing in front of the mortal man.

"You're Briannon's, aren't you?" Aurore backed the man into the corner. Her diabolical grin revealed her salivating vampire teeth.

"Aurore, leave the mortal alone and come with me, I have need of you," Shannon tried to order as he stood at the bottom of the stairs.

Aurore thought of telling her lover what he could do, but instead, she bit her tongue and smiled at him. "Go on up, I'll join your shortly," she smiled coyly.

The tall blond looked at her suspiciously, but nodded as he rubbed himself through his white boxer shorts. "Well you make sure you come up soon, or I'll come down and get you," he mumbled as he began to walk up the stairs.

Once they were alone, Aurore turned her full concentration on the mortal. She smelled his mortal fear and sadistically smiled. The weasel of a man gulped nervously as he backed away from her, his eyes remained glued to her as he pressed himself against the wall.

"M-Miss Aurore, I-I was looking for you," the mortal stumbled over his words as the teen moved dangerously close. She noticed his heartbeat through the throbbing vein on his forehead. With an evil smile, she licked her dry lips and felt her sharp teeth.

"Why would Briannon's pet be looking for me?" Aurore asked as Michael gulped nervously.

"I-I have information for you, something you'll want to know. It's about…about Sahar," the man spoke quickly.

"What do I care about Briannon's feeder?" Aurore asked as she ran the tip of her sharp fingernail over his thin, scrawny neck.

"You'll want to know about this, about their new…situation," Michael spoke quickly as if his life depended on his words.

"What situation?" Aurore's eyes narrowed as she gazed into the skinny man's eyes.

The man smiled slyly as he glanced around them. Once assured that they were alone, he whispered softly, "Lady Briannon and Sahar have fought. The Persian has run away from her."

Aurore could not help the smile that crossed her lips. "You are sure of this?" she asked.

"Positive," Michael smiled as if knowing that he had something that she wanted.

"Even so, why should this be of interest to me?" the teenager frowned as she glared into his beady eyes.

"B-Because.…" the thin man stammered then looked around again before turning to her once more. Leaning towards her, he cupped his hand as he whispered in her ear, "Sahar is here in your grandmother's home, in her sitting room." When Michael finished whispering, he pulled away and nodded knowingly.

"Why do you tell me this?" Aurore asked as her suspicion rose.

"I know how you feel about my mistress and I feel as you do, except towards Sahar," Michael spoke softly, and then glanced nervously around the area. "Everything that the illegal does annoys me. The way she walks around the house like she's the queen, the way that she has Briannon wrapped around her finger. Everything she does is wrong! She is just an upstart who would have nothing if it weren't for Mistress Briannon," Michael hissed. "She is not like me! I work for my wages! I do as my mistress beckons with no arguments or complaints. If it was up to me, Sahar would have been deported a long time ago!" his voice seemed to squeak.

Aurore stood back and looked at the man. She felt his sheer anger and jealousy and knew his reasons for talking to her. With a satisfied grin, she moved away from him. "Do not toy with my patience like this, human," her last word held nothing but contempt. "When you betray an immortal, you betray us all," Aurore hissed as she stepped away from the man. "Now go, and never let me see you here again, do you understand?" she growled at the man.

The slender man gulped nervously before he quickly turned and left. When Aurore saw his open fear, she smiled as she turned to follow Shannon up the stairs. As she slowly walked up the spiral staircase, she thought over the mortal's words. Once at the top, she stopped in thought. Briannon and her pet have fought…again. How splendid for me! She thought as a smile crossed her lips. Finally, I will have some sport and teach Briannon a thing or two, perhaps even knock her down from the pedestal that she stands on, she decided as she turned and made her way down the steps.

As quietly as ever, the young immortal opened the parlor door. While a still small voice deep in her mind warned against what she was about to do, another part smiled as she slinked her way into the cool, dark room. By the diffused light, she saw the mortal woman lying under a blanket on the sofa. Sniffing the air, Aurore smelled the remnants of Fernando's scent and frowned slightly. Servants should know their place, and immortals should never be friends with mortals, she thought as she stood in the darkness and looked at the lone figure.

With her vampire eyes, Aurore saw how badly beaten the human was and smiled in satisfaction, at least the bitch isn't afraid to discipline her pets. She gave Briannon a bit of credit, but quickly wiped away any admiration that might have formed for the woman. Instead, she concentrated on the game. As talented as an artisan, the immortal teen crafted her words. She spoke softly and gently to Briannon's mortal. Through words and gentle touches, she coaxed the human into her web. Not even the interruption of Tamara or Shannon would sway her from her path.

Aurore knew that Tamara would disapprove of what she was about to do. So for the first time she set out to deceive her female lover. When Shannon entered the room, she felt his growing excitement through their shared bond. With a slight smile, Aurore's thoughts floated to her male lover, soon we shall have some real fun! He looked at her for a moment, his eyes holding hers and then gazed at the mortal. She heard his unbridled emotions slowly rising. The thought of taking this mortal creature was as appealing to him as it was to her.

Bring her to us, my little kitten, so that we might break her in together, was all Shannon said before he left her to lure in their prey. At the promise of what was to come, the bulge in his shorts twitched with anticipation. Despite this, his expression remained impassive as he turned and left the room. With a wave of dismissal Aurore continued to smile down at Sahar as he left them alone. Just as she had in the past, Aurore began to toy with this mortal.

Somewhere in the back of her mind a childhood image from one of her many travels with her parents returned to her memory. As the hot sun settled over Bombay, she and her father waited while her mother shopped. They stood in the open courtyard of the town square and watched as a group of cobras did an odd dance. At first Aurore was frightened until her father explained that it was a dance for dominance. Once she understood this she watched carefully as one by one, the snakes were either bitten or scurried away until only one cobra remained. Although she did not know it then, this is what the immortal teen did each time she hunted her victims.

With her beguiling ways the teenager lured the mortal to her. As she had done with her past preys, Aurore searched out Sahar's weaknesses and desires. Once found, she honed in on the deepest desires. Through words and body language she darted in like a snake and tempted the mortal with a prize, only to withdraw it from the human's grasp. When she noticed the hesitation in the mortal's features, Aurore inwardly smiled. She knew that she would have a great deal of fun with Briannon's mortal before she was finished. Each time Sahar pulled away, Aurore's assurances were softly soothing as she lured the human deeper into her trap. Eventually the Persian unwittingly played right into her hands.

When Aurore tempted the woman with her own immortal blood, she could feel Sahar's longing. Triumphantly, she smiled as she pulled her offering away. The mortal's look of sorrow only brought a slight glee to Aurore as she toyed with her pet. "Not yet, there's still time." Aurore's soft voice filtered through the darkness as an evil smile crossed her lips.

Aurore suddenly felt the barrage of mortal emotions bombard her senses. Sahar's untrained whispers hit her like a gale wind. She heard the doubt and confusion and felt the mortal despair. Despite the hodgepodge of images, Aurore skillfully hid her discomfort as she rose from her place. She took a few moments to rid herself of the human contamination. When the despair was gone, a gleeful smile crossed her lips. Finally, I've found a way to hurt Briannon!

"What is it you ask of me?" Aurore felt the corners of her lip curve into a smile.

After what seemed an eternity of silence, Sahar's eyes blinked in the darkness as the human voice softly whispered, "Take me with you."

"Do you know what you are asking?"

"Yes."

"You understand the consequences, the full ramifications of your decision?" Aurore turned away in hopes of concealing her happiness.

"I understand everything about this decision," Sahar's voice was firm and steady.

"Once initiated there is no turning back. Once within the darkness, you will never see the sun again," Aurore warned as she gazed at the tall woman.

"I wouldn't want to return to the light," Sahar assured as she sat up and rose from the couch. Pleased by her words, Aurore allowed a visible smile as she reached out her hand. At the invitation, Sahar took the smaller hand in hers.

Although a part of Aurore knew that Briannon would go ballistic at what she was about to do, another part relished the idea. I want to hurt Briannon, and if hurting her pet is the only way to get to her, then so be it, an evil smile crossed Aurore's lips. Briannon is a self-righteous little prig who can stand to be taken down a notch or two, she thought with a smile and then shrugged her shoulders. So she gets mad; so what!

"Come, then, my little one," Aurore's voice sounded like a soft, whispering song as she led the woman from the room. "Come with me into the darkness of the night. I will show you the way. I will give you the ultimate gift of love," her words sounded like a soft melody.

The immortal teen felt Sahar's emotions swimming out of control. She felt the Persian's pain of betrayal and sorrow caused by abandonment. Even though Aurore had promised the human what she desired, there was a feeling of solitary hopelessness within her. If there had been a shred of humanity within Aurore, she would have felt sorry for this woman. But all she felt was happiness because finally she was going to be able to hurt the bitch, Briannon.

In a visible attempt to control these emotions, Aurore slowly walked to the staircase of the large Victorian mansion. As the mortal servants continued their chores, she led Sahar up the staircase to her room. She was aware of the few glances shot their way, but as quickly as the servants looked, they turned their eyes away in fear.

"Come, bathe with me," Aurore whispered seductively as she closed the door behind them. In the farthest corner of the room she saw Shannon sitting in the shadows. Without looking at him, she knew that he sat naked stroking himself in anticipation of the afternoon of play. Wanting to give her lover a good show, Aurore left the door to the bathroom open knowing that he would have a full view of the shower.

Smiling at this thought, Aurore led the tall human into the room. She felt Sahar's watchful gaze upon her. Despite the mortal's bruised and battered body the anticipation of what was to happen released the human's pheromones. Aurore inhaled the intoxicating scent. When she glanced out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the Persian nervously gulp as she followed without hesitation. The small immortal knew her full capabilities. She understood the power she could hold over people and used it to her own benefit. With downcast eyes, Aurore walked like a sleek feline to the large full-length shower and casually discarded her gown. With a glance over her shoulder she maintained her silence as she opened the glass door and entered the confinement. In an easy manner, she adjusted the water temperature and closed her eyes as the water droplets fell over her head.

Aurore stood under the cascading water with her eyes closed. Her supernatural abilities allowed her to hear the indecision of the mortal, but Aurore did not wait long. After a few minutes she felt the coldness of air enter the stall as the glass door was opened to admit Sahar's taller form. With a seductive smile, Aurore gazed up at the woman as she wrapped her arms around the warm waist. As the unfamiliarity of the situation took hold, she lightly ran her fingertips over Sahar's naked, mortal flesh. She took special care around the bruises that dotted her body. When the Persian seemed relaxed, Aurore casually reached up and was rewarded with the fullness of Sahar's eager lips.

As their tongues danced, Aurore listened to the pleasure of her male lover. At one point, she heard a slight noise and knew that he was standing in the doorway. If she had been watching him, she would have seen his broad smile and large erection. As tempting as it was Aurore maintained her concentration on the mouse within her grasp.

When they finally pulled apart, Aurore smiled as her fingers slowly danced over Sahar's flesh. Not comprehending, the tall woman inhaled deeply as she instinctively tilted her head to the teen's sharp teeth. In a move of gentle patience the smaller woman shook her head slowly as she softly stroked Sahar's dark, drenched hair.

"Not yet, there's still time," Aurore softly said as she turned the taller woman in the shower so that Shannon could have a better view. She knew that her male lover liked to watch, and she made sure to give him a show that he would not soon forget. In the back of her mind Aurore took delight in touching this warm, living body. The teen knew the rush that it would give to her voyeur, and if the Persian got delight from it, all the better.

Sahar mirrored her movements. With tentative touches, the taller woman slowly paid homage to the immortal's body. Aurore allowed herself to move naturally. She was aware of the hard tile against her back. When she felt the human's touch, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the exquisite sensations. As the constant drops of steaming water plummeted on their naked bodies, the Persian skillfully brought her to new heights.

When the mortal fell to her knees, Aurore glanced down through the crystal droplets of water. She allowed the victorious feelings to reign as she watched Sahar's features disappear from view. When she felt the taller woman's soft, warm tongue Aurore reveled in the victory she had won over Briannon. Before her thoughts could progress too far, she gave in to the sensations raging though her body. For what seemed an eternity in time Aurore rode the gentle surge of pleasure. She allowed herself to rise within the climactic waves. After each orgasm she felt as if she was gently lowered into reality only to be taken again toward the cusp of release.

Only when it seemed that the mortal was growing uncomfortable on her knees did the teen pull away. As the shower's gentle flow of water grew cold, Aurore smiled as she pulled Sahar to her feet. In a casual move, the immortal turned the cold water off and gave Shannon time to retreat into the room before she slowly made her way from the confinement of the shower.

"Come," Aurore beckoned to the taller woman. "Follow me," her voice was soft as she held out a hand. Like an obedient child, Sahar took her hand and meekly followed her from the shower.

Taking a large towel, Aurore wrapped it around the taller woman's form and began to tend to Sahar as if she were a fatted calf. She could sense the amazement in the woman and felt her awe at the gentleness that she demonstrated. Smiling slightly, Aurore turned the mortal around and began to gently dry her back. When she glanced at the doorway she saw Shannon smiling slightly, his hand moved slowly over his penis as he took in the sight. Revealing her sharp canines, she gave her lover a wink before returning her attention to the mortal before her.

Once finished, Aurore took Sahar's hand and led her to the bedchamber. After pulling the covers back on the freshly made bed, she climbed onto the soft mattress. With a seductive smile, she glanced up at the taller woman and patted the open space. Completely unaware of Shannon's presence in the shadows, the mortal smiled as she moved beside Aurore.

"What is it you want from me?" Aurore asked again as her fingers traced a trail over the woman's dusky skin.

As if searching for a clue, Sahar's azure eyes held her gaze. "You know what I want," Sahar's voice answered Aurore softly. In an absent manner, the Persian's fingers lightly stroked Aurore's abdomen.

"Tell me, what will you have of me?" Aurore did not relinquish her question. At her insistence Aurore felt Sahar's confusion diminishing under the weight of her needs.

"Take me with you, show me your world…initiate me into the darkness," was Sahar's hushed reply.

Filled with an overwhelming pleasure, Aurore ruefully grinned as she took control. In a forceful move, she pushed Sahar to her back. As the dominance surged through her veins, Aurore began to reach out with the power of her mind. She heard her prey's thoughts like a solitary cry in the night. Protectively, the immortal reached out and soothed the silent fears. As her hands left a physical trail over Sahar's body, her mind delved deeper into the recesses of the taller woman's thoughts. She felt her quarry responding instinctively; the Persian lay back as her body opened completely. When the teen lowered herself to drink of Sahar's warm wet juices, she listened and responded to her victim's every need.

As Sahar writhed in pleasure, her mind was laid open for the immortal teen. While Aurore's tongue brought delight to the human, she watched the memories of this woman unfold. When Aurore saw the image of Briannon, she carefully schooled herself lest the mortal see her plan.

Yes, with every inch of her fiber, Aurore hated Briannon. The woman was everything that Aurore could not be. She was strong, powerful and, most of all, she was a woman for all of eternity and not a child that everyone looked down upon. Although she did not have proof, the teen was certain that this was the reason why her grandmother cherished Briannon so much, and why Aurore hated her.

I should be the next in line for my grandmother's title, Aurore thought as she continued to play with her prey. If I cannot have the title, then Briannon cannot have what she cherishes the most, the small woman thought even as her tongue continued to lick and suckle upon Sahar's labia. Careful to keep her thoughts at bay, she pushed her anger aside and concentrated on bringing this woman pleasure.

Just as her body opened completely, so too did Sahar's mind. Aurore began to lead the human's mind down a spiraling world of shifting images. The teen guided the taller woman through a blood red world of hazy dreams and images. With each layer that opened the immortal listened to the whispered thoughts of her prey. Each time the Persian's fears mounted, Aurore gently coaxed her to calmness while her mouth and fingers brought her pleasure. Before her victim noticed a change, Aurore began the soft chant that would lead her deeper into the darkness. The teen's soothing voice compelled Sahar to release all control.

Come with me and be free, Aurore's thoughts reached out to her prey.

Just as Sahar surrendered her will, she cried out in pleasure as she released her nectar onto the vampire's buried fingers. Aurore inwardly smiled as she held fast to the climaxing woman. Feeling the time was right, the young immortal moved up Sahar's body. While the taller woman came in whimpering cries, Aurore laid fully over her. Her fingers continued to stroke the woman's throbbing clitoris even as her mouth left a trail of kisses over her flesh. Through it all, her supernatural gifts enabled her to keep a firm hold on the mortal's mind. As Sahar's last cries of release rose in the room, Aurore gave a smile at her male lover before she lowered herself against the warm flesh. The moment her teeth punctured the skin, she heard the human cry out in pain. Despite this, Aurore kept a firm hold over Sahar's mind and allowed her to experience the full delight of initiation. As Sahar's cries of release turned to moans, Aurore began to slowly drink the fresh red liquid of life. With few other thoughts, she kept Sahar submerged in a misty world of shifting images.

Throughout the ordeal Aurore had maintained a firm control. Like a sadistic lover she allowed Sahar a final view of the life she once had. When the reality of her decision finally registered in the Persian's mind, the immortal teen pulled her away from the image and carried her toward the final destination of her journey.

For the first time Aurore felt a power that she had seldom experienced before. At this moment in time she was able to grant immortal life. With a smile, she pulled away long enough to cut into her own flesh. As she saw the blood red liquid seep from her nipple, she smiled down at the mortal woman. The evidence of Briannon's beating remained in the bruises that covered the Persian's body. Sahar's pale skin held the evidence of the teen's feeding, yet her eyes remained firmly on the immortal's every movement. With the gentleness of a new mother, Aurore rose over the human and offered her breast. Needing no invitation, Sahar reached up and latched on the bleeding nipple. Each time the human suckled, Aurore felt the power of her blood flowing through the Persian's veins, replenishing what the immortal had just taken. They were so closely attuned that she heard the taller woman's every thoughts and desires. With the patience of a mother, the teen softly cooed as she cradled the initiate's head against her nipple. Filled with an insatiable thirst, Sahar suckled as the transformation took effect.

"Drink, child," Aurore whispered as she softly stroked Sahar's deathly pale cheek. She watched the steady movement of Sahar's mouth sucking on her nipple. Throughout their silent journey she had witnessed the Persian's tanned, living flesh turn slowly pale. She noticed the contrast of the raven black hair against chalk white flesh. With each infusion of her own blood, the tall woman's body began to assimilate and acquire the similarities of the night clan.

Aurore smiled and closed her eyes to the sight of the suckling babe and reveled in the erotic sensations. As the rapid images of her initiate's mind filtered to her senses, she reached down and began to stroke herself to pleasure. Aurore felt her body orgasm out of control as Sahar glided toward her new existence.

From somewhere nearby, she felt Shannon joining them on the bed. But Aurore ignored everything except the pleasure of her own body. While her moans rose in the air she watched as her male lover moved to their prey. As the pleasure of Sahar's transition filled her senses, she watched the blond man's face disappearing between the Persian's long, sensuous legs. When his own needs could not be sated, he rose from his endeavors and easily positioned the woman's legs. With a vivid smile, Aurore gazed lustfully at the sight of the blond's length disappearing within the mortal's body. At that instant she felt the tall woman's hesitation. Her lips ceased suckling for a fraction of time, but then she continued to greedily drink from the offered breast. Unable to resist their power, their victim released all control and allowed herself be led down a cold, dark path.

Only when she was sated, did Sahar pull away. With a smile, Aurore rose from her initiate and moved before her male lover. Lying stretched over Sahar's body, Shannon continued to trust into her unmoving form. When the teen presented him with her bleeding breast, he groaned in pleasure before latching on to her offering.

Aurore knew what Sahar was going through. She could almost see the light give way to the darkness around her. Before the transition could take place, the Persian would get a glimpse of the blood red world that would become her permanent home. Pleased by the anger that this would cause Briannon, the teen smiled as she straddled the mortal's face, and then lowered herself to her lips.

Lick me, drink me, Aurore mentally commanded her initiate and was rewarded by the instant gratification.

For Sahar, she felt the change. Her vision became hazy and her hearing amplified. At first she did as she was ordered. Even though she felt the rape, she could not stop or push away the assailant. Only when the sensations became too great did the Persian physically pull away from the body on top of her. Once freed, she gazed around herself. Her vision kept changing from being clear, as she remembered it to be, to a light shade of red. Her hearing likewise fluctuated between normal and ultra-sensitive. With these changes, her heightened senses registered everything around her. The scent of mixing bodily fluids and musk filled the air as the muffled groans seemed to shout through the room. In that instant Sahar felt the searing pain of her body. She glanced down and watched in disbelief as the vampire continued to thrust into her. Her bosoms shook with each violent thrust, and her bruised body ached each time they touched her. Her vagina felt as bruised as her body had been after Briannon's beating. Before she could raise a protest, she felt a steel vise grip take control of her mind, just like her body was now being controlled. As Sahar felt her belly filling, she was aware of her shifting world. She felt her captor's controlling mind holding her firmly.

Aurore felt her captive's attempt at freedom. She watched with a broad smile as Sahar gazed dazedly around the room. As if awakened from the spell, the Persian cried out as she pulled roughly away from the teen. Like a confused child, the tall woman glanced around the room, then down at Shannon's body. Before she could raise a protest Aurore sent forth her powers and pulled her prey under control. In a drug induced stupor, her prisoner moaned softly as she reached out for the teen. Smiling, Aurore leaned over the captive and presented her bleeding nipple to the hungry lips.

"Oh yes," Shannon groaned as he continued to slam into their new toy.

Aurore watched his movements with pleasure as the initiate suckled on her. As she glanced down at her creation, she smiled as her fingers roughly kneaded the Persian's breasts. She felt a moment of envy when she saw how womanly her initiate was. Whereas her own body was that of an adolescent teen, Sahar's was similar to Briannon's. Both were fully developed women with shapely hips and breasts. With an angry growl, Aurore tried to ignore these thoughts and concentrated on the process of initiation. A few times she brushed her hand over the bruises on the Persian's body. When she noticed the two puncture marks on Sahar's nipple, Aurore squeezed the breast hard knowing that the injury would hurt the woman. At a whimpered sound from the mortal, she smiled. With an evil grin, the teenager squeezed around the brown areola and held up the nipple to her male lover.

"Ummm…look my love, Briannon has already tasted this one," Aurore grinned as she pointed out the two fine points that were now bruises.

"Urggg," Shannon groaned as he buried himself deeply into their captive, "well, if it's g-good enough for a lady," he smiled before lowering himself to bite of the woman's sensitive flesh.

When Sahar cried out, Aurore smiled as she looked down at the woman. "Shush, it's fine, shush now," she cooed to the taller woman as she pushed her bleeding nipple into the open mouth. When her captive's instincts took over, the immortal teen smiled as she returned her attention to her male lover. She watched as he suckled the blood from the piercing his teeth had made. As his naked body pressed against the Persian's mortal flesh, Aurore continued to gently stroke her womanly curves.

Through the tendril of her mind, she listened to Sahar's rampant thoughts. Aurore was in tune with every aspect of her being as if gauging her stamina. When it seemed that her threshold was nearing, she gently nudged Shannon away from suckling the mortal's blood.

"Almost…soon, my love, she will join us," Aurore whispered to the man. As if the thought alone spurred him on, he cried out in pleasure as his body stiffened. His entire face contorted as he spilled himself within their captive.

With a smile, the teen pulled her bleeding nipple from the woman's lips. Like a drugged victim, Sahar's eyes remained focused on her breast. She gazed longingly at the liquid flow of blood. Filled with an unknown craving, the Persian licked her dry lips as she fought to remain conscious. As if understanding her weakness, Aurore reached under her head and held her steady.

"Let go little one," Aurore gazed tenderly into the blue eyes. It will be fine, all will be well when you awaken, just let go, her mind spoke softly to the mortal.

Sahar longed to drink more from the bleeding nipple. Like a hungry babe, she had suckled on the erect tit and felt each gulp burning the inside of her throat. It left a hot trail within her body and soul. Just when it seemed that she would regain control, she felt her inner needs calling for more. When she felt the sickening sensations wash through her being, she looked around for a place to vomit, and then she reached out and grabbed onto a familiar soul.

"Aurore, p-please!" the mortal pleaded with the teen.

"Go with it, little one. Allow it to happen. Don't fight it," Aurore sent forth her soothing words toward the Persian.

"P-Please…afraid, I-I'm so afraid," Sahar cried out as the feel of a gentle hand brushed against her sweat damp hair.

"Let go, Sahar, just let go. I'm here with you. I'll be here for you when you return," she cooed her promise to her initiate.

"Mâdhor! Mâdhor! Mama.…" the last remnants of the mortal's life pleaded for someone who would never come to her rescue.

After these last words, the immortal watched as the Persian allowed her body to sink into the pain. Aurore observed the mortal's heartbeat in her veins. Beating twice as fast as normal, the teen knew that the end was near. When Sahar cried out one last time, a slight gasp escaped her control before she grew deathly still. Smiling down at the vacant eyes of her prey, Aurore closed the Persian's eyes and smiled at the sight of death.

Aurore began to softly hum as she cradled the deathly still body. She smiled as she felt the final heartbeat end and the euphoric sensation of conquest reigning in her being. Still embedded within her, Shannon glanced up inquisitively.

"She's gone," Aurore gave a mocked expression of sorrow before a smile crossed her face.

"Oh, I thought she had loosened up," Shannon's prime and proper British accent mumbled before he continued to thrust deeply into the still form. "Oh well, no matter, the girl still has some left in her," he groaned as his movements continued unabated on the cold corpse.

As she watched her male lover impaling himself in Sahar, Aurore held the cold body close. Her fingers brushed through the dark hair as she imagined what Briannon would say when she discovered the violation of her toy. When she glanced down at the peaceful face, she smiled and left a soft kiss upon the cold, frozen lips. She watched as the bruises slowly disappeared. Sahar's swollen face transformed before their eyes. Her hair grew soft and her features angelic. When the immortal teen lifted the dead woman's upper lip, she smiled when she saw the two sharp canine teeth slowly push out from her gums, pushing the two mortal teeth aside. With a smile, Aurore took one tooth that had come loose and waited for the second to fall. When she saw it hanging on by a thread, she took the wiggling tooth and pulled it to make room for the new, sharp vampire tooth. Aurore sighed wistfully as she examined the mortal teeth and then shrugged her shoulders as she tossed them over her shoulder.

Aurore knew of the dark journey Sahar now traveled. It was a journey they each took as their bodies were transformed into a higher form of existence. Filled with infinite patience, she waited as the seconds turned to minutes. Occasionally she glanced down and watched as Shannon pleasured himself with Sahar's lifeless form.

At the moment that Sahar returned to life, Shannon cried out in pleasure.

The teen vampire watched as Sahar became aware of everything around her. She remembered her own initiation and knew that the new immortal's mind was trapped in a fog-hazed world.

When the newborn began to cry, Aurore held her initiate close and whispered words of comfort. "Welcome, my child, welcome to our world!" Aurore whispered as she pulled away from the whimpering babe, "I am now your mother, the one who birthed you into our world. We will always be connected, you and I." In confusion and fear, Sahar shook her head as her naked body thrashed against Shannon.

"What's the matter, little bird? You wanted into our world, well, now you are with us," the teen stated. "You will be like us and will never see the sun again!" she explained as she tenderly stroked the Persian's hair. When she saw Sahar's look of surprise, she nodded at her unspoken questions. "Yes, the sun is no longer your alley," Aurore whispered. With tear filled eyes, Sahar maintained her steady gaze.

"You will no longer need food or water," Aurore's voice became soft as she pulled away from her newborn. As she thought of Briannon, she suddenly became void of compassion. She lightly ran her fingertips over Sahar's soft, blood soaked lips then returned the fearful gaze with a smile.

"The hunger will set in. It will gnaw at your innards until the thirst is sated. Soon, very soon, you will feel it consume your soul until the need to hunt for fresh, mortal blood is fulfilled. Welcome, child, welcome to our world!" a sudden laughter began to form, its maniacal quality escaping Aurore's control as she rose from the bed and did a twirling dance before Sahar's disbelieving eyes even as Shannon pulled his penis from the new initiate's body.

"Bloody hell, was she a virgin or did I do that?" his exclamation pulled her out of her revelry. Moving toward the bed, she glanced between Sahar's legs. "Well, if she was a virgin, I wonder how she managed that?" her male lover mumbled as he swabbed his fingers between the Persian's legs to inspect the bloody mess. Before she could answer, Shannon looked at her and noticed the amusement on her face, "Oh yeah, no men. I forgot about that one."

Following her lead, Shannon laughed as he suddenly grabbed the Persian's wrists in his hands. "Might as well be rid of all her virginity," he smiled at Aurore, then turned serious, "Do you mind if I shag her arse, love?"

"Need you even ask?" Aurore softly cooed as she ran the palm of her hand across his soft chin. At her willing permission, the blond man grinned ruefully as he turned his attention to their new initiate. Desiring a better view, Aurore moved closer and watched the unfolding scene.

With only a smile, Shannon grabbed Sahar roughly and flipped her on her stomach as her weak protests became suddenly muffled in the bedding. While her faint struggling continued, he easily held the fledging down. Filled with lust, his hungry eyes gazed over her back. He casually ran the palm of his hands over her fleshy, round bottom. At his single touch, Sahar seemed to freeze in fear. In a callous manner, he shoved his fingers into her tight canal. As the small sphincter was forced open, Sahar's scream of pain became muffled in a pillow.

"That's it love, go ahead and scream. I like them when they scream," Shannon's body was holding her down as he pushed deeper into her.

As Aurore watched his disappearing fingers, she reached down and felt the moisture gathering between her own legs. She remembered the countless times Shannon had touched her in the same manner and knew the pleasure that came with this pain. Knowing what would happen next, she moved to the edge of the bed and knelt beside the two forms. As Shannon raped Sahar's anal cavity with his fingers, the teen began to touch herself. She swirled her fingers around her hard clitoris and groaned at the pleasure of her own touch. Hearing her, the blond male smiled at her.

"You like that, don't you?" Shannon huskily asked Aurore as he rose from the new immortal's back, "Then you're going to love this!" he grinned as he quickly positioned the tip of his hard penis, then pushed himself past the tight opening. Still lying on her stomach, Sahar cried out as he grabbed her wrists and held them painfully behind her back. "Go ahead, scream; scream as loud as you can," Shannon mumbled as he continued to thrust his full length into her, but his words were drowned out by her cries.

Aurore held a pleased smile as she watched the violation of Briannon's pet. She was delighted by the thought of the woman's angry reaction. As Sahar's fears reached her senses, she imagined the expression on the immortal bitch's face when she learned of the rape of her servant. Happy beyond belief by the image, Aurore watched Shannon's every move.

Sahar held a look of disbelief and betrayal. In a feeble attempt she tried to struggle against the monstrous strength of the man but failed in her weakened state. Each time his body pressed against her back, and his full length was buried completely, the Persian inhaled deeply as the pain suddenly seared her insides. When he pulled from her and then slammed himself back into her, the newborn immortal cried out as she closed her eyes as if to shut out the reality of her new existence.

"Aurore?" the Persian whimpered to the teen who was now her immortal mother. With a wicked smile, Aurore gazed down and watched her initiate being raped.

"P-Please.…" Sahar pleaded as she buried her face in the bedding. Her tears fell unheeded.

Unable to resist her own pleasure, Aurore inhaled deeply as her male lover slammed into the woman with unnerving force.

"Please Aurore, p-please…m-mother, get him off," the new vampire begged, yet instantly knew that her pleas were falling on deaf ears.

As she felt her sanity slowly leaving, Sahar began to turn inward. She had not wanted it to be this way. She only wanted to be able to spend the rest of her existence with the woman she loved. Instead she found herself trapped in a world that she could not escape. While the tearing pain ripped through her body, she closed her eyes to the world around her. The Persian felt the existence of her life shriveling into an invisible particle.

Just as Shannon grunted in pleasure, the sound of their bedroom door slamming open broke through their concentration. The blond vampire's body stiffened as he gave one final groan. When finished, Shannon turned in time to see Tamara and Fernando standing in the doorway.

"Tamara," Shannon smiled as he pulled his flaccid penis from Sahar's bloody bottom.

"Tamara, you missed all the fun!" Aurore allowed a bird like voice to escape her control as she moved from the bed. Despite her tone of voice, Tamara and the servant ran to the unconscious body and began to examine her. Glancing carelessly at the newborn, Shannon frowned as he took a sheet and wiped the blood and fecal matter from his shriveled penis.

"Sorry, mate, that we didn't call you about the party we were having," he winked at Fernando and then added, "But I'm sure she's still tight enough for you. And if you close your eyes, you can pretend she's one of your boys." The blond male gave Fernando a wry grin as he slapped Sahar's bare bottom hard enough to leave his hand print.

Before Aurore saw what happened, the male servant released a growl as he flew with lightning quickness at the blond. For the first time in her life, Aurore saw her male lover pinned to the ceiling in a vise-like grip. Shocked by such violence between two vampires, she involuntarily screamed as she moved away from the fight.

"Stop it!" Tamara's deep, controlled voice shouted up at the two men. "I said STOP NOW!"

With a look of disgust, Fernando dropped the blond to the floor and flew down by the Persian woman. He tenderly stroked her back as he gazed at her naked form. A frown crossed his features and he shook his head. "Oh Sahar, what have you done?" he whispered as he pulled a blanket over her.

"She's turned," Tamara cast a sharp gaze at Aurore then looked down at the brown, dried blood that crested on the teen's nipple. "Do I need to ask who turned her?"

"Why you.…" Fernando looked like he was going to strike them but remained silent when the black woman held her hand up to him.

"Take your friend downstairs and see to her needs," Tamara instructed as she turned to face the two lovers. Like a mother, Fernando wrapped his friend tightly in the blanket then lifted her gently in his arms and carried her from the room.

Once alone, the African woman began to pace the length of the room. When her anger could not be contained, she turned on the two. "Fools!" she screamed at the two.

"Tamara? Lighten up! We were only having fun!" Aurore smiled as she grabbed her gown from the floor and covered herself. While she clothed herself, Shannon found his white boxers and pulled them up his hips. At Aurore's casual, innocent words Tamara's unbridled rage grew out of control. In a single move she stood before the teen. Before the younger immortal knew what hit her, Tamara let her feel the back of her hand against her soft face. At the sudden impact, Aurore's head turned sharply as the blood began to trickle down her split lip.

"Foolish child! Do you know what you've done?" Tamara screamed as she grabbed Aurore by the shoulders and vigorously shook her body.

"Leave her alone!" the young man's angry voice shouted as he grabbed the African woman's shoulder.

Before Shannon could defend his lover, Tamara turned on him. "Stupid man-child!" she hissed as she clasped her palm instinctively around his throat. In an easy manner the tall, black woman lifted his weight off the floor. With gagging sounds and slight movements Shannon struggled against her superior strength. "How dare you touch me without permission!" Tamara hissed as she felt the air leave his body, "I was once a Nubian princess!"

Aurore gasped as she watched the scene unfold. For a moment she thought that she was going to witness a lover kill the other lover. With a slight hiss, Tamara tossed Shannon across the room like he was nothing more than a rag doll. As if afraid of her own rage, the tall black woman closed her eyes and she inhaled deeply. Unable to process what was happening, the immortal teen sat huddled in a corner in tears.

"Stupid children!" Tamara hissed. "Do either of you understand what could happen from this? What you've both done.…" she shook her head as she paced between the two immortals. "How dare either of you take something that is not yours! How dare you violate a mortal that does not belong to you!" the woman screamed then shook her head as a look of disgust crossed her face.

"Both of you, remain here while I explain what has happened to your grandmother," Tamara said, then turned on Shannon, "do not even think of leaving this mansion because I will find you and return you." She promised to the man who was now rubbing his neck. With a slight grumble, he lowered his eyes as he turned away.

Aurore sat huddled in the corner. Her tears fell unheeded as she gently rocked herself. Never in her life had she witnessed such anger. Yes, from time to time her grandmother was disappointed with her, but never had she experienced such visceral emotions directed at her. Suddenly fearful, she hugged herself as she tried to comprehend why her female lover was so angry.

"Aurore, love, don't get yourself so upset like this," Shannon was kneeling beside her, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

"S-She was mad," the teen cried as she buried her face in his shoulder.

"Yes she was, but she'll get over it. After all, what harm was done?" he asked as he ran his fingers through her long brown hair.

"B-But grandmother…she listens to Tamara," Aurore shook her head at the thought of what her grandmother would do.

"Listen to me," Shannon spoke softly at first, and then pulled away from her long enough to force her to look at him, "Listen to me, love, what can they do? What can any of them do?" he asked. When he was rewarded with silence, he smiled as he tenderly wiped the tears from her cheek.

"Little bird, no one can do anything to us. Remember the code, the first rule is that no vampire can kill another vampire, remember that?" Shannon asked, and when Aurore remembered the rules of the clan, she nodded as her tears began to dry. "Good, you always remember that because there is nothing that anyone can do to us, no matter how furious they are," Shannon reiterated as he stood up and began to look through the room for his clothes.

"I'm sure Fernando is pretty upset, but if that poof even tries anything, I'll snot 'em from sundown to sunrise. I'd venture to say that he won't want to mess around with me," Shannon's accent grew thicker the angrier he got. After he pulled a tight fitting tee-shirt over his head, he grabbed his pants and put them on.

Shannon was right. True, Tamara is angry, but what can she do? Aurore thought as her tears slowly subsided. Hiccupping slightly, she rose from her place and moved through the room. Following his lead, she began to dress and pull herself together. No, there has never been a time when her grandmother had spoken harshly to her. Even when mad, the old woman had never raised her voice, the teen grew suddenly bold as she began to clean up.

It took nearly an hour before anyone came to their room, and by then they were both dressed and ready to face whatever was coming their way. With an innocent smile, Aurore gazed at Fernando. His eyes were filled with hatred as he walked them from the room. When a commotion was heard behind her, she turned in time to see Shannon shake off the servant's hand from his shoulder.

"Touch me again like that, nancy boy, and you'll learn to keep your hands to yourself," the blond man spoke as he glared up at Fernando. The servant only smiled, barring his teeth.

"I look forward to that day," the vampire servant said under his breath.

Before the two could begin fighting, Tamara's voice rose up from the first floor.

"This is no time for your male rituals. Madame Tuscany awaits," the African woman's voice said as the immortal teen lightly skipped down the stairs. When she came to her female lover, she gave the tall black woman a beguiling smile but was rewarded with a frown.

"Aw, don't be angry," Aurore pouted. In silence, Tamara turned away and began to walk toward the study. "Tamara, please, I'm sorry. Don't be mad! I'll do something very special for you later…would you like that?" she caught up with her lover and took her hand. With a smile Aurore reached up and began to trace the African woman's features, "I bet if I ask him, Shannon will let you wear the strap on again and let you pound into him while he's fucking me, wouldn't you like that? I know you did the last time, and he certainly didn't seem to mind," Aurore whispered softly as she tried to remind her lover of the last romp they had all shared together.

Tamara remained silent. Her eyes were riveted on the teen. With a shake of her head the African woman released a deep sigh and looked away. "You honestly don't understand what you did wrong, do you?" Tamara whispered softly as she turned to look at the teen. The African woman lightly placed her palms around Aurore's face as she gazed at her in disappointment. The young vampire noticed a slight tear escaping the taller woman's eyes and was surprised by its presence.

"B-But I don't understand.…" the immortal girl felt confused by her lover's rejection.

Tamara slightly smiled as she pulled away to open the door. "That…is part of the problem," she said as she pointed Aurore into the study.

When Aurore walked in, she stopped and turned in time to see Tamara holding back Shannon. Confused, the teen began to move to the door but was stopped by the black woman's hand. "No, it is your time to speak with your grandmother - alone," was all she said.

The study was filled with the darkness of night. With the sun now gone, the shutters had been opened on the entire house. With only a single lamp turned on, the shadows of the room danced eerily across the white, stucco walls. When the young immortal walked into the familiar study, she felt an emotion close to fear entering her. But when she realized this, she frowned as she fortified her courage and walked into her grandmother's study.

Why should I be afraid, I did nothing wrong, Aurore silently fumed. Is it my fault that Briannon didn't take care of her pet? Before she could air these thoughts, her grandmother's dark leather chair turned.

The old woman was wearing a thin black robe over a white gown. Her frail hands clutched a warm cup of blood in hand as her eyes held a stony glare. After what felt like an eternity of silence, the old woman spoke. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, hija?" the old buzzard's voice crackled with age.

At first Aurore thought of resorting to her old tactics. She smiled as she moved to stand beside her grandmother's desk. Donning an innocent expression, she simply shrugged her shoulders as a sigh escaped her. "Abuela, you know that everyone hates me! They just blow things all out of proportion because they're jealous of me," her lower lip puffed out like a skilled manipulator. When Aurore saw her grandmother's eyes narrowing, she inwardly smiled as she began to run the palm of her hands over the woman's bony shoulder. "It was no big deal," Aurore added with a smile.

Madame Tuscany stared at her for a moment before she lowered her eyes in thought. As she watched the old woman's body language, Aurore felt a moment of hope as she rubbed her grandmother's shoulders. Perhaps, like before, her influence would continue to hold over the old woman.

Before the teenager could celebrate this, the aged matriarch shook her head as a deep sigh escaped her control. "NO!" Madame Tuscany barked, causing the immortal teen to take a step back. "This cannot be allowed to happen!" the old woman slammed her fist on her desk. The cup in her hand rattled against the saucer. "Do you realize what you have done, hija? Do you understand what this could mean to our familia?"

"Grandmother…Abuela, what are you talking about? I simply initiated a mortal who wanted to be one of us. You'd think I'd get a little thanks for the effort!" Aurore shook her head as she walked away from the elder.

"Aurore, hija, it's not what you did, but how you did it. You cannot go and touch a mortal who is marked by another. There are rules to follow, customs to maintain. Without them, we would be no better than hyenas scavenging at night!" the old woman rose from her chair, set the saucer and cup on her desk, and began to pace the length of the room. Her voice took on a slow cadence as she began to lecture the girl. Each word she spoke, each angry sound that came from the wrinkled lips only caused Aurore's anger to grow.

Is it my fault that I want to have fun? Aurore thought as she moved away from her grandmother and stood staring out of a window. With arms crossed, the girl pouted. As her grandmother's sharp words registered, Aurore's eyes scanned the distant terrain. She noticed the darkened house next to their own. While she listened to her grandmother's chastising words, she idly wondered if the pretty real estate agent next door would ever work late on a night when her hunger needed to be quenched.

At the thought, the immortal smiled as she remembered the vision of the young blond woman. She had been dressed in what Aurore thought was a professional woman's suit, yet it was feminine enough to show off her gentle curves. With oval shaped glasses and long hair, the beauty was hunched over a multitude of books.

Although Aurore was usually asleep through the day, in her sleep she always saw the woman's form, and her desires would grow. It had been that very same day when she awoke to a need and used Shannon shamelessly for her own pleasure. With little other thoughts, Aurore had mounted her lover's still sleeping form and rode him until she came in a rousing orgasm, all the while her mind had been thinking of the beauty that worked next door.

As the memories flooded her senses, Aurore felt the moisture building between her legs. Even as she was being scolded, she longed to have Shannon on her while she licked Tamara's sweet juices dry. Before she could dwell further on the memory, her grandmother's grating voice broke into her thoughts.

"Sometimes I don't know what you are thinking!" the old woman's voice turned sharply on her. "You should know better than to touch Briannon's servant!"

At this last scolding, Aurore sighed loudly and rolled her eyes as she moved to a chair and sat down heavily. All of this was Briannon's fault and just hearing the bitch's name was beginning to wear on her nerves. It seemed that no matter what the occasion, her grandmother continued to praise the woman's name. Rather than acknowledge the matriarch's words, she kept her silence as the jealousy continued to fester.

"Hija, what were you thinking? Not only did you bring her over, but you also…you violated her so cruelly! If you care so little for mortals, then what of our own kind? There are rules that we follow - an order of customs that must be adhered to! How dare you touch Briannon's servant!" her grandmother scolded.

"How dare I? How dare I do what the mortal beckoned of me?" Aurore was on her feet as her anger turned toward her grandmother. No longer content to maintain her silence, she sent her full wrath toward the aged woman. "Sahar wanted to be brought over!" Aurore said as an excuse as she began to pace the length of her grandmother's study.

Aurore noticed the flames of the chimney dancing in a slow cadence. She was aware of her grandmother's fragile form. For a split second in time she contemplated how easy it would be to push the old woman into the heat of the fire. The immortal teen wondered what her grandmother's gray white hair would look like as it melted in the hot flames and if the old woman would cry in pain as her flesh was burned away. Or would she go out with quiet dignity? When she envisioned this, Aurore smiled as her imagination could almost see the wrinkled body turn to ashes before her eyes.

Before the fantasy could progress further, Aurore schooled her thoughts. She made certain to maintain a firm control over her emotions. In silence she stood with head bent as she inhaled deeply. When calmness returned, she looked up at the clan matriarch. As if seeing the change, Madame Tuscany kept a steady gaze on Aurore.

"Hija, it was not your responsibility to initiate Briannon's mortal," her grandmother's voice softened.

"Grandmother, Abuela, what am I to do when the mortal throws herself at me? Turn her away? Isn't it our duty to help mortals when we can?" Aurore began to use a different tactic as she sat back in the high-backed chair. With the skill of a ringmaster, the brown haired teen donned her most sorrowful pout. She held her head downcast like a hurt child. As if seeing through her granddaughter's mask, the old woman reached over and lightly put a bony hand against Aurore's shoulder.

"Hija, you know you did wrong. You should have never provoked Briannon's anger. Sahar was hers to do with as she sees fit. What you have done," the woman shook her head as she turned away. "It is very grave. I do not know how I am to sort through this mess, but I know that I cannot turn away from it. Do you understand the trouble you've caused the whole clan?" her aged voice asked compassionately.

Unable and unwilling to control herself any longer Aurore rose from the chair in anger. Like a viper waiting to strike, she stood before the frail form. She felt every ounce of her being fighting for control. "Will it always be Briannon's feelings above mine?" Aurore shouted at the old woman, "Will I always be forever in Briannon's shadows?"

"You have never been in Briannon's shadows!" Madame Tuscany's withered face screwed up in surprise at the outburst. Her skinny arms tried to wave away the teen's accusations.

"Yes I have! Ever since she came here all it's been is 'Briannon this, and Briannon that!' It's never been Aurore! I have never been at the tip of your tongue as that woman has been! It's not right, and it's not fair!" Aurore stomped a petite foot as her brows curved into a frown. Her arms crossed in front of her chest like an ill-tempered child.

"You are the center of my existence!" the old woman shouted as she moved before the teen. As if calling upon all of her strength, she stood before her granddaughter's angered form.

"Is that so? Well then, who will take over after you're gone?" Aurore seemed to challenge, her chin grew firm as she stared down at her grandmother.

"Is that your concern? Who will run the familia?" Madame Tuscany asked as understanding suddenly dawned.

"If not me, then who?" Aurore refused to relent.

"The person I chose must be qualified to run the familia. She will have the strength, knowledge and respect needed to take the family into the distant future, but most of all, she will have the compassion for both the un-dead and mortals alike," the old woman's voice grew harsh as she turned her back to her granddaughter. Her withered hand struck the air as she punctuated each qualification. As if to challenge the younger woman she turned sharply on Aurore.

"If Briannon is not qualified to take over after me, then who is?" the old woman's voice held a deep conviction.

"I am! I could!" Aurore shouted at the old woman.

"You are too young, there is much knowledge that must be attained to rule a clan," the old woman countered.

"Then teach me, grandmother!" the girl felt a surge of hope within her. "Grandmother, wasn't it you who said that I'm a fast learner? Remember when I first came over how quickly I learned to speak with the animals? Remember how after only a few decades, everyone was amazed at how quickly I learned to transform myself into whatever form I wished? Grandmother, I can learn if you'll only give me a chance!" a cry escaped her control.

The grande dame's eyes grew small as she examined the girl. The silence in the room grew in volume. Before Aurore's hopes could be raised, the clan matriarch turned away as she shook her head negatively. "There is much more involved that simply memory lessons. One must have the years of experience, the compassion that can only be learned through living. No, no my hija, but I cannot condone your succession," Madame Tuscany sighed as she shook her head.

"It's not fair! I'm your granddaughter, your flesh and blood, not Briannon! I should be the one to run the family when you're gone!" Aurore shouted as she felt her hands bunch into fists at her side.

"You are not fit!" the grande dame tried to explain, her voice level even as the teen's grew in volume. "You are not mature enough to rule the clan!" her voice was harsh as she waved away the girl's words. As if sensing the pain that her words caused, the old woman sighed as she shook her head and moved toward the teen.

"Hija, what you are asking," the matriarch shook her head sadly. "I would not wish such responsibility on one so young. I cherish you that is why I will choose another to handle the awesome weight of our clan's future. Do you understand, regardless of what happens you will always be well provided for. You will have no wants. You will be able to continue your life unheeded by the burdens of duty," she tried to explain.

At the change of her grandmother's voice, Aurore frowned as she turned away from the old woman. With few other thoughts running through her mind, she opened the glass doors of the veranda. As the cool night air brushed past her form, Aurore inhaled deeply as she stared into the darkness of their garden.

"My hija…Aurore," her grandmother's soft voice broke through her maddening thoughts. "I cherish you over any prized possession. I would never allow harm to befall you. This jealousy over Briannon is unnecessary. She is like a daughter, just as Anecita is. They will both be considered as successors when I am gone, but you are my child, the product of my lineage. It's you I cherish above all else," the grande dame spoke softly as she lightly placed the palm of her hands around Aurore's slender form.

With little thought to her actions Aurore turned sharply on her grandmother. She felt the surge of power flow through her as she pushed the frail body away. In mild satisfaction she watched as the old woman's body was thrown against the distant wall.

As if angered by the attack, Madame Tuscany rose in a single, fluid motion. Although old, she called upon her vestige of strength as she turned on her granddaughter. Like a rabid animal the old woman crouched low as a guttural growl rose from her lungs as the never used nails sprouted from her fingertips.

Instinctively Aurore squatted in a defensive posture as she bared her sharp fangs. She felt the saliva gathering in her throat as the anticipation of a kill registered in her mind. As she watched her grandmother's form change, she felt her own body metamorphosing and filling with her vampire strength. She was aware of the razor sharp nails at the tip of her fingers. Before the challenge could be made she gazed into the depths of her grandmother's dark eyes. She noticed the familiar ties that bonded them together and felt the sorrow and pain emanating from the old woman's soul.

Like a frightened child, Aurore released a low whimpering cry as she rose to her full height. When she realized that she had been defeated before she could even fight, the teen released a wail of pain. In an attempt to soothe her granddaughter's pain Madame Tuscany moved slowly toward the girl. Unable to accept her pity, the immortal teen whined as she turned and ran onto the veranda. Before the old woman could reach her the young vampire took two steps as the change took hold and transformed her body. As a bird she was suddenly freed from her captivity. Her long slender wings flapped in the night air and she rose in a single fluid motion. Aurore felt the cool night breeze brush past her magical form. As the sensations of freedom soared through her, she inwardly smiled as she climbed higher toward the twinkling stars.

Through all of her years within the night clan, the teen had learned at an early age to master the gifts of her unearthly existence. Like a child with a cherished toy, she soared higher into the heavens only to dive into the shifting winds. Regardless of what her emotions might be she took pleasure in the glorious freedom of flight.

In a casual manner Aurore glanced to her side. She noticed the long black wings that were once her arms. Each time she raised her arm, she watched the wing flap to her instructions. With a pleased smile she looked down at the twinkling lights of the mortal city.

Although Aurore had journeyed many times alone, her two lovers usually accompanied her. With Shannon and Tamara by her side they would fly to the distant cities to quench their thirst. However, with the argument with her grandmother still fresh in her memories, and the betrayal of Tamara, she had no desire for company. This time she felt a need for solitude.

Aurore had always understood the necessity of caution. Like the others, she knew of mortals who would gladly learn of her existence only to destroy her while she slept. In hopes to maintain the secrecy of their existence, her group would quench their thirst on the mortals who held no ties. Even though the homeless strangers served their needs, at times Aurore required a change. She needed to play with her prey, to toy with their emotions until they begged her for release. There was nothing more pleasurable than watching her male lover quench his insatiable needs upon their victims. Although Tamara never approved of them "playing with their food" as she called it, she never interfered or stopped them. She would simply stand by and wait until they were finished with their games, and then she would help them drain their captives.

Remembering the joy of such games, Aurore flew higher in the air as she hunted her prey. When she flew outside of the city lights she spotted a solitary light moving along a familiar road and knew that fun could be had. Inwardly smiling, she swooped down and watched as the vehicle grew close.

When the whiteness of the car was outlined in the dark the immortal teen dipped lower until her sharp talons scrapped the plastic of the police lights. Using a bit more force, she veered over the car and purposefully scrapped her claws against the steel of the hood. The sound of screeching rubber rose in the air as the police car suddenly veered off the deserted road. Squeaking brakes joined the sound of metal as it crashed into a large tree.

Pleased by the mayhem she had created, Aurore flew overhead and watched as the driver and passenger climbed out of the car. The man's curses rose in the darkness as the passenger looked around the deserted area. When they were both looking at the smashed hood, the immortal teen flew down toward their lights.

"Who's there?" a woman's voice called out as the spotlight on their roof was turned on her. Like a magical nymph, Aurore transformed herself from the guise of a black raven to her human form. She felt the mortals' surprise and underlying fears.

Aurore smiled as she moved toward the figures. She could feel her magical powers rising within her. With each step she took, she heard the sounds of gravel below her bare feet as the sharp pebbles dug into the soles of her feet. The wind whipped past her long, flowing white gown and lifted the long locks of her hair in a swirling mass. The light gust of wind broke through the tall, thick underbrush like a phantom observer. In the distance she heard the slight singing of the night crickets in the underbrush.

Aurore saw the police officers with their guns drawn. The spotlight remained on her as she moved close to them. With a welcoming smile she focused her energies on the female.

"It's just a kid," Aurore heard a male voice say as they re-holstered their guns.

Ignoring him, she moved purposely toward the tall woman. Dressed in a black uniform the woman gazed down at Aurore as a look of confusion crossed the female officer's features. With a child-like smile, the immortal teen tilted her head as she stood before the woman.

"Who are you?" the female officer's voice of compassion spilled from her, "Davis, call for paramedics." The man began to move back into the squad car.

"No Davis, don't," Aurore's voice was a soft whisper. The smile remained on her lips as the man froze in his place.

The tall woman glanced at her partner. Her eyes grew big when she saw him frozen in place, his eyes pleading for her help. Suddenly afraid, the female officer turned to Aurore as beads of sweat began to appear across her forehead. Pleased by this change the teen moved closer to the woman and inhaled deeply.

"Ummmmm, I love the smell of mortal fear," Aurore smiled and instantly felt the woman try to fight against her. In that split second, the human put up a valiant fight against the immortal's control but quickly lost the battle.

"That's it, you know you can't resist me," Aurore began to push against the woman until she was backed up against the hood of the car. She slowly traced the outline of the San Madrone patch upon the woman's uniform. When she saw the silver nameplate, her finger traced the woman's name.

"Officer Thomas," Aurore whispered the name of the woman as she pressed closer to her. "Do you like women?" she asked, not expecting an answer. "Well, no matter, it's not like I'd care if you did or didn't," Aurore's voice was like a melody as her hands began to roam freely over the woman's shirt. She felt the hard bulletproof vest hidden below the black shirt. With an angry growl, Aurore ripped the shirt in half, and then easily tore through the bulletproof Kevlar jacket with her superhuman strength. Realizing that Aurore was no average human, the woman's eyes grew wide before she began to pant hard as more sweat broke out on her forehead. Over and over, she tried with all her strength to free herself from the mental confinement that Aurore placed her in. Suddenly amused, the immortal teen released a maniacal laugh as she ripped away the woman's sports bra.

"Don't worry, Officer Thomas, you're going to enjoy this," Aurore huskily promised as her fingers began to knead the woman's full, soft breasts. "After all, I wouldn't want you to die without experiencing all that life has to offer, now would I?" But Aurore did not wait for an answer. While the male officer watched, frozen by her mental powers, she took the woman and used her for her own delights. As if she were nothing more than a toy, Aurore positioned the woman upon the hood of the squad car and used her for her own needs.

With each whimper of pain and pleasure from her captive, Aurore remembered the sounds that Sahar had made, and a smile crossed her face. The only thing that would have made the whole experience sweeter was to see Briannon's face when she discovered what had happened. But since she could not, Aurore promised herself that she would gain satisfaction from the lives of these two mortals.

When she was finally finished, Aurore smiled as she licked the blood from her lips. A deep sigh of satisfaction escaped her control as she glanced over the carnage that she had made. Although her belly was already full from Sahar's blood, she drank some more. When she had finished raping the woman, she took the man and drank him dry as she made her victim watch. Glancing down at the woman she debated if she should drain her too, but she smiled, knowing that this was the better way to leave her. If she survived the shock and cold night, the cop would have to explain why she had laid near her crashed car, her clothes torn to shreds and weapons lying nearby. The residue of both pleasure and blood was crusted on her pubic hair and legs, and her partner was nearby, his throat ripped out and his blood drained.

Pleased with herself, Aurore moved to the woman and knelt down. She smiled as she stroked her hair. "You can tell them anything you want. Tell them a cougar got him, or a mountain lion, or better yet, tell them the truth, that a vampire of the night drained him of his blood and raped you," she began to laugh at the absurdity of it all. "But just remember this, Officer Thomas, not all of your cries were caused by pain." Aurore smiled as she stood up and looked down at the woman. With her toe, she tweaked the woman's pink nipple, and began to laugh at the fear emanating from her victim.

Without waiting to see what would happen with this woman, Aurore took a few steps and swirled in the wind. As her laughter rose in the air her body transformed before the mortal's eyes. When she felt the familiar wings, she flapped her arms and felt herself rising into the air. As she flew through the air, she wondered what Shannon was doing. A part of her wished that he had been with her so that he too could have joined in the fun. But right now, she was still angry with her grandmother. No matter how much the old crone begged, she would not go home, Aurore promised herself. Let her come and beg me to return to take over for her when she finally dies! A smile crossed her unearthly features as she soared toward the city limits of San Madrone.

As Aurore flew through the air, she felt the changing temperature. She realized that soon she would have to find shelter. Understanding the sudden necessity, she began to fly over the familiar streets as she searched for the immortal that might still take her in. When she came upon the abandoned warehouse, she began to circle it, and then slowly swooped down and landed on the hard concrete street.

In a matter of seconds, Aurore found herself blinded by the bright lights of a multitude of motorcycles. She lifted her hand to shield her eyes as she gazed around the crowd of women. Through the blinding light, she heard a familiar voice.

"So, what brings Miss Priss to our neck of the woods?" the woman's words brought a snicker of laughter from the other women.

Aurore hissed and growled as she turned toward the voice.

"Calm down princess. I know you're in trouble," the leader of the group moved in front of the lights and then nodded to her girls. At her signal, the lights were cut in half until the blindness went away.

When Aurore saw her, she felt as if time had stood still. Before meeting Shannon, she had spent a great deal of her time with this woman. Of medium frame, with short, spiked hair and multiple piercings, the immortal Asian woman's charisma was intoxicating. With a seductive smile, Aurore moved in front of the biker.

"So what brings you to Destiny's door?" the woman spoke of herself in the third person.

"Destiny, I need a place to crash for the day," Aurore smiled as she reached up and lightly touched the woman's cold cheek. "I thought maybe you might be willing to let me crash, just for a bit." Aurore's hand touched her neck and ran down the gray tee shirt, the palm of her hand resting upon the woman's right breast.

"Destiny thinks that Aurore needs a place because she's a wanted vampire," the woman moved close to her, her eyes looking lustfully upon the thin gown, "Destiny has never known a time when Madame Tuscany has sent out a call for her own granddaughter. You're wanted, and if the rumor is correct, the mortals will be hunting for you too as soon as they find those cops that you toyed with." At her words a slight muttering sound was heard from the rest of the women, "Why should Destiny and her Vamps take a chance of risking the clan matriarch's wrath?"

"Because.…" Aurore moved close to Destiny, her hand reached down and firmly grabbed the dildo that the biker wore under her tight leather pants. "I remember how much fun you and your girls liked to have, and from what I've heard, there isn't a single one of you who can keep up with me," her husky whisper promised as she pulled the phallus until the dyke was close against her. Reaching up, Aurore pulled the woman's head down until they were entwined in a kiss.

For Aurore, she knew that she had to make this the best kiss ever. Without these women's help, she might not be able to find shelter before the rising sun. Knowing this, she put all of her promises within her lips and tongue. When she felt Destiny's hands squeezing her breasts, she knew that she had the woman where she wanted her.

When they finally pulled apart, the leader of the group released a ragged sigh as she gazed down lustfully. Her hands continued to knead Aurore's breasts as her hips pushed against the immortal teen's pelvis. With a rueful smile, Destiny tugged the smaller woman to her by pulling on her breasts.

"You know that we'll be letting your grandmother know where you are, don't you?" Destiny asked.

"Yes, I assumed you would." Aurore smiled coyly as she ran her fingers over the woman's tattooed arms.

"Good, just so that you understand that. First thing at sundown, we'll be taking you back to your grandmother, but until then," Destiny looked up at her girls. "There are enough of us to keep you out of trouble during the day," she promised as she shoved Aurore toward the open door of a nearby warehouse. "Marge, get the chains out. I want to make sure that the princess can't do anything to get away from us," the leader ordered to someone in the darkness, then smiled down at the immortal teen, "Don't worry, I remember how hard you like it and I promise, you're going to enjoy what my girls have to give you."

Despite the threat, Aurore felt a flutter within her stomach. The wetness that was her friend began to build between her legs. Yes, tonight she would have to face her grandmother, but for today at least she would be able to have fun, which is really all that she wanted to do. She simply wanted to be able to enjoy all of the gifts and pleasures that her immortality gave to her.

part 5

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