Vampire's Requim

Raven gave the woman at the end of her bed a cold stare. Not only had this woman barged into her room, called her a tramp non the less, but she was NOT Lance. As acidic as possible, Raven spoke to the woman. " And just who the hell are you to be barging into my room, and basically call me a fucking tramp!? I ought to have you know that I'm a very respectable woman in a very high position. And just who the hell am I supposedly fucking? I haven't even had sex since I was a human thousands of years ago!"
Every second this woman was in her room the more bitchy she became. If it weren't for being paralyzed she'd have been up punching the bitch in the face, but she couldn't move and so she was helpless.

Lady Rokyo didn't give a damn. She knew what the girl was after and she was not about to let that bitch have it. It belonged to her and she claimed it first. She had to bare a child in order to have it in its un-matured state. She spent years studying what he carried and found that she herself, can obtain it through him. Her expression tone remained cold, but her expression continued to show no emotion. The language used before the her daughter didn't matter. Lady Rokyo was able to block all sounds and captions of the eyes from being translated and interoperated by Mai's consciousness, she is able to worp them into any scenario she so choose. To Mai, her mother and friend were having a conversation about tea, flowers, and bunnies, both of which were smiling. Lady Rokyo gave her daughter a look, mentally asking her to sit in the chair across the room. Lady Rokyo moved up the bed, coming to sit right beside Raven. She put a finger to her forehead, and poked. She saw the reaction in her eyes, knew she was experiencing the pain in the spot, like a needle being poked into her head. Doing this fully paralyzed her, causing even the most basic and simple movement impossible, but it would only last for a moment or two. Lady Rokyo pulled back the covers slightly, using her teleconisus to unfasten the blouse Raven had been given to wear. She the girl's eyes grow big with shock, but couldn't speak for the moment. Lady Rokyo slowly ran her hand down Raven's face, along her neck, carefully grasping both breasts as she slid down her chest, making circular motions with her finger on Raven's stomach.

She was studying the girl, accessing only her top half since that was the most important. She wasn't satisfied. She moved, climbing above her, leaning forward to brush her face against hers. She could see why Lance was infatuated with her, after all, she did smell delicious, practically eatable. She put her forehead over hers, ransacking the girl's mind. Raven began to shack violently, the sensation seized when Lady Rokyo released her hold on her. Her body couldn't possibly handle it, nor would her mind. Is she trying to steal it from me or is she trying to retrieve it for another party? She thought, her expression remained dull.

"What is she tying to steal mommy?" She heard her daughter’s thought and cave her a very sensitive and loving look. "Mommy, are we having a party?"

"Not yet, sweet heart," she replied, this time voicing it aloud and letting her hear it. Now she would have to have a pointless party to satisfy the little girl's curiosity. She once again, blocked out the sound from her daughter, turning to face Raven, who was now regaining some control over her body again, but still was not fully recovered. She refastened her clothing and brought the sheets back over her. Now she beamed with fury. "He...Belongs... To me... Try to take him and i will kill you." She hissed. The prize she sought after, could only be given to the person Lance loved the most, and apparently, she wasn't the one. If it were to be given to this whore before her, she'd kill the both of them. But Lady Rokyo had time to change that, had plenty of time actually. She knew Lance's inner stated was to immature to have a physical form yet, so Lady Rokyo would have to make Lance her lover in order to gain that object which Lance himself created... yet had no idea of its presence. She looked to Raven and decided in order to gain Lance's love for herself, she would have to kill this girl. She reached out, settling her hand around the girls neck, though she hadn't began to strangle her because she sensed the presence of someone coming to the door. She with drew her hand immediately.

The door opened.




- About twenty minutes earlier... -




It was one of the few things Lance had wandered about. He lay in darkness, feeling heavy headed and weightless. He could feel hands on him, touch his face and he recognized the scent to be Mai. He knew there was no way she'd be where ever he was at the moment, but he couldn't shake such a conclusion. He could see her clear as day, the seven year old gazing unaware at absolutely nothing. Her crimson eyes faded in color and deprived of life. Eyes, like Raven's when he had first met her. Now she was on his mind now, the two of them standing side by side in the darkness. He studied them both. Raven, the woman he loved so much now, was tormented because of him. He remembered their first meeting in the park, when she had killed the joggers. Her eyes had suggested then that she only lived to flow with the time, not wanting to of it either, but waiting for something dramatic to happen, something that would give her a reason to fight for her live, to fill unknown inner voids with the adventures and trials of hope and determination. She appeared to be wanting something new, something worthwhile and dangerous and exciting. She probably has already experienced everything the world had to offer, and now only floated through time as a soulless entity, relevant only to her covenant. He noticed a change in her eyes, her windows to her soul, when they say each other a second time at the docks. He wasn't sure what it was he read in her crimson windows, was it hate? Thrill? Deceit? Wanting? Lust? Love? It didn't matter to him, only her safety mattered now.

His attention shifted to Mai. She was his only really real friend. He did anything with the girl, he took out evey so often to visit parks and lakes and beaches, he took her to planetariums so she could build planets using her own special teleconisus. She's a little lighter than he, amazed to realize that Lady Rokyo had someone just for her, someone just as cold and ruthless as she. And what further fascinated him was the fact that she had loved outside of her ethnicity. There was a minor detail that Lance had noticed, but had never dared to ask of Lady Rokyo. Why did Mai look a lot like him? It wasn't till this thought that he had remembered how he had came to be enslaved to Lady Rokyo. He remembered being in a wreckage, a burning complex of a sort. He wore then a whit coat, indicating to him he was part of a research team. He only recollects being found, nothing before, but some time after, he could remember something that DID NOT happen. He remembered being paralyzed, laying in bed with Lady Rokyo over him, pleasuring herself with the sex of it. He couldn't do anything for or about it then, and considered it just and unwanted fantasy. What male or female didn't want to f*ck her? She was beyond beautiful, Lon shinny red hair, also barring crimson colored eyes, and she sported the most delicious body, slender, with large pale breasts,, wide hips, and a very fair ass. He met her daughter after she rapped him. Mai could be his daughter if worse case scenario, having Lady Rokyo as her birth mother? He would no doubt have to marry her if that were the case. But it wasn’t. He had met Mai what seemed to be the day after she had rapped him, there was darkness between the two dates, but there's no way she could be born four years old. It wasn't till then that he began to remember other occasions of sexual experiences with Lady Rokyo. He instantly became puzzled. If he had had so much sex with this woman, then why would he not remember it? No one could be that brain-dead to for get a night, no, multiple nights with her? In fact, they all seemed to be the same case, he was always paralyzed and she would ride him, but it all made no since. These events never happened!

He felt something prick his mind, then everything became bright. It was daylight out and he was in full view of the day's light. He couldn't see striaght, he paniced and fell over the side of his bed. It took a momment for his eyes to adjust. it had been ages since he had been in such a brightly lit environment. The light reflecting of the tile didn't burn him. He stood slowly, edging his way to the large windows. Standing before the light, he stuck a foot out, wiggling his toes under the rays, then a hand, then both. Now he stood completely in the mercy of day light... and wasn't burning. He concluded the windows having a special tent. Clever, her thought. Jus that simple action made his head throb, thinking work his brain, he wasn't fully rid of the chemical and wasn't fully healed. He saggered back to bed when he suddenly remembere seeing Raven hanging from the ceiling. Had he rescued her? He didn't know, couldn't recall the most events, and and the attemps of retrieving these memmories set a heavy strain to his head. He had no idea where he was, no idea who's clothing he wore. He was wearing a thin patients robe, his wings comming between two slots cut into the back of it, his tail, comming between a hole cut from the buttom. He didn't have the strength to warp his wings into a coat. He staggered out of the room, wandering to himself if Raven was also here. He didn't know, but he could smell a fimilier scent. Cocoa was watching him from the chair. "He looked releaved of boredum for his awakening.

"Its about time you got up." Cocoa said, looking quilty about something. "I've been wanting to apologise for yesterday, for jesting about Raven."

"What are you talking about?" Lance had no clue what the animal was refering to. He only wanted to find Raven. "Do you know where we are right now?"

"Harres's estate."

"Who?"

Cocoa sighed, the chemicals did something to him. "Harres of the DuMountai Covenant."

"Isn't he a-"

"A leader, yeah."

Now Lance was confused. What the hell would he be doing there. "Why am I here?"

Cocoa eyed him inpatiently. "Okay, but you're not imprisioned and you're not gonna be hunted while you're here." Cocoa got Lance up to speed about the last several hours. "Now come, i'll take you to see Raven."

Lance's heart did a leap, she really was here. He followed Cocoa down a series of halls.

"Lady Rokyo is here as well," Cocoa said. "Just to let you know."

His heart sank. "Why would she be here?"

"To see you, You were in quite a critical state you know."

Somehow, that wasn't an honest question, but before he could question him about it, they stopped in front of a door.

"This is it-" Cocoa stopped abruptly, but Lance hadn't noticed.

Lance opened the door, completely forgeting to knock, comming in eye contact with Lady Rokyo. There was an awkward momment and she stood, taking Mai's hand and leading her out the room with a word with Cocoa at thier heels. As hey exited, Lance gave Mai a quick once over. She really did look like him. He pushed the matter aside, Walking beside the bed and sitting next to Raven. He wasn't sure of what he should say, only looking breifly at her, he was filled with embarrasment and had no idea why. He wanted to just take her in his arms and kiss her.

He moved closer to her, running a hand donw her face, bushing her hair aside. They were alone in the room and he wanted everything to happen at once, but didn't. He took his time her, she was special to him. He gazed into her eyes, looking for the right thing to say. "Are... you okay now?" Man that was pathetic! He thought, frowning mentally. You go outa your way to rescue her, got infected by some war chemical, damn near died, and "are you okay" is the best you can come up with? He sighed softly. "I was worried about you... Horrified actually," he said with an uncertain smile. "They didn't hurt you or anything. Did they?"

The bitch was on top of her now. Her body began to shake violently, and she couldn't control it. Pain beyond pain through her head. her eyes rolled back into her head and her head swam. Her body stopped it's shaking and she felt the woman's cold hands on her neck. She was going to kill her here and now.

The door clicked...

The hands were retracted and she began to gain control of her body again. but not much. And then Lance was at her bed side. They had sent him to her! I'm alright...but i can't move at all. Who was that lady Lance? who was she?" She was beginning to ramble, but she was so flustered she couldn't help it. All of a sudden, she gained full control of her body, and with that she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was so warm against her cold skin. "Lance," she said. " That bitch tried to kill me!" She told him what had happened and how her body had writhed in pain. " I felt like i would never live to see the moon again. What's going on?"

"I'm not sure what's going on," Lance replied, looking away from her.How could be expected to tell her Lady Rokyo had him to add her name to executions list. In due time, he is to kill her, but if he could get ahold of a certain person, the name on the back of the book, he could have her name permanently removed from the list. But for some reason, Lance was unable to read the name, dispite the fact it's written in plain english.

"She... Her name is Lady Aria Rokyo, a psychic, the most powerful actually," he began. He tell her some truths keeping to the rim of his tasks. He didn't like the feeling of lying to her. He'll keep her in the dark as much as possible until he can get this problem of his resolved. "She's the one who has me to hunt our kind. She owns a portion of my free will."

Raven looked down towards her feet. She knew all along that Lance was to kill her. And now, even more, she knew it was inevitable. He had to kill her. It was only part of who he was, and what that bitch had made him become. She heard the song Vermilion pt 2 in her head suddenly. She felt like that was what was going on at that moment in time. She couldn't be real to him, and no matter what Lance did he couldn't make her real. It was as if the lived in different worlds, and she was just visiting his life for one short day. Though they both be vampires, she was a coven leader, and he was a hunter of their kind. Her death would be by his hands. She was going to allow this. Only so that he could get on with his life. Lance didn't need her to survive. At least that's what Raven thought. Just because two people are desperately in love, doesn't mean that they will end up together. Raven knew that in order for Lance to thrive he must kill her. Vermilion Part Two.

The pain in her heart was too much. The fog in her eyes returned once more, and it began to build up inside her. She had been foolish to let the mirror break. Her insanity was her sanity, and she had let him in willingly and blindly. This was her murderer. Her handsome killer. She was in love with this blood traitor, and the rest of the Elders knew it.

The Coven Elders:

They were planning at that moment what to do about it. The younger elders wanted to force her into the fire. " Let her die for what she's doing. She deserves not to live for eternity." Elder Armadeo took the floor. " She is valuable amongst our kind. Her wisdom and ability to look at thing from all angles is important to the future of our kind! She should not be forced into the sun." The rest of the Ancients agreed. It was a unanimous vote that she remain in her current position of power amongst the Elder Coven.

Back at the estate:

Raven could no longer hold back her tears. The crimson liquid matched her eyes to perfection. It stained her cheeks and the sheets on the bed. This was all too much. " Lance," she said softly, " You know that you must kill me. In order for you to thrive, you must commit the murder you were sent to do." Nothing Else Matters.

- The Covan Elders Meeting -




The meeting had ended and it was annonimous that Raven not be exicuted for her treatury. All the Elder were now leaving when Harres was pulled aside by Ziekard and Lammeth.

"Harres, we need have a disscussion with you," Zeikard said, looking up at Boman. "Privately."

They were in a parking garrage, of super mall and theatre. The meeting had taken place in an un-used show room in IMax. Harres had been entering his vehicle with his guards (Boman and two other women) and planned to head back to the Estate. He was looking at both Bamon and the two women. They knew he ment for them to wait outside the vehicle and post guard. Zeikard's and Lammeth's guards were with their respective leaders, they too, suantered over and stood out side he vehicle. Small talk began and it eventually grew into gathering discussion about various movies and discussions about planned vacations. This way, tention would't arise to arrouse suspicision between civilians and local law inforcers.

The three leaders were in Harres's Escalade with Harres in the passenger seat and both Zeikard and Lammeth in the rear seating.

"Its a real shame that Lady Raven won't be exicuted," Zeikard began. "Bradanio only saves her becuase he believes she's rightful to the position of the next main head of this sector."

"Yes," Harres aggreed. "I do believe that is the case. Not only that, but there is also the evidence that she does not support are chemical warfare projects."

"She doesn't support the Fido project?" Lammeth asked, looking bewildered.

"Yeah, she supports that one." Zeikard explained. "Its the project led by Lady Rokyo that she doesn't support."

"Yes," Harres dragged. "That is what you wanted to discuss with me, is it not?"

"What is she up to? What is the chemical research for?" Lammeth asked. "My sources tell me there's a little more going on with these chemical plants than mastering day walking and exterminating mutts."

Harres sighed. He wasn't sure what Lady Rokyo was up to. "Over the past couple of years, ever since Lance was brought into his enslavement," Harres explained. "Mass amounts of unrecognizable solutions have been produced and shipped to other plant headquarters in foriegn countries. The chemeicals produced were said to improve the Vampire's entire being, allowing faster regenereation, a lesser need for feeding, and of course, day walking, all achievable through a single solution. But that was the implied statistic. He had a sample of the chemical stolen from the complex and handed to Boman, who's job at the time was to deliver it to Lance. Giving the solution to Lance had been assumed to be the best option at the time. According to the resuls he had witnessed, this soluion, melts flesh to those it is non compatible with, and as for Lance, he is dieing from it. If The chemical is being tested before it is released to other headquarters for production studies and observation with the various cultures, then it should have some revalence to its implied intention." While Harres spoke, he began to input his own theory for this new serum. "Some how, i do not bbelieve this chemical is intented to help or strengthen our race. What ever this serum is, it is being designed and produced out of personal gain. If the chemical is to strenghten us, then why is Lance dying-" Harres had almost revealed keeping Lance in his estate. If anyone were to find out that bit of information, Harres would be would be set flame for treatory.

"You must not forget that Lance is a different kind of breed all together," Lammeth reminded him. "I have tried to have some of my soucres dig up any background or archives that may be linked to Lance, but nothing comes up. They've hit dead end from every start. It's like he never even exsisted until just recently."

"He shows up on the board the reaper of hell, whipping us out," Zeikard interjected, becomming pissed. "That f*cker has nothing else better to do with his time than to go about killing those who would concider him family. Its great that he's dying."

"You forget that he has made exicuting the Fido project fairly easy." Lammeth defended.

"Are You implying that you would want him to live?"

"Yes."

"And why the hell is that?"

"For the same reasnon Raven won't be exicuted and her covanent disbanded."

"And for what reason may that be?" Harres asked.

"Hold on," Zeikard interrupted. "Are you forgetting that she is in love with that demon?"

"Quite your shouting." Harres demanded. The three of them looked out the windows to see if their underlings were easedropping. They were in fact engaged in a large game of hacky-sack. They leaders lowered their voices.

"For all we know, she's been feeding him names and locations of us all, locations of our repective housings, and disclosing meeting locations and scheduals." Zeikard continued in a rant.

"Now that you've mentioned it, how had he known where the last meeting had taken place?" Harres pondered on this for a momment. It was interesting that Lance had been able to find the meeting room so easily and with wasted effort, how he had known about the passage ways of the alternate escape route. "Yes, even though the evidence of this treatory had been present the meeting, she was still resempt from exicution."

"You two don't understand, do you?" Lammeth asked, more out of acusation than anything else.

"What may we don't understand about this treason?" Zeikard with the up most annoyence in his tone.

"The revalence of this matter." Lammeth answered, sounding proud of this. "The advantage that we have over our race."

"What do you mean?" Harres asked, turning to look at him.

"Her Love for him..."






- Back at the Estate -




This couldn't be how they would end, but it was already done. Lance looked down at her as she fell back to the pillows, looking away from him, her crimson tears staining the sheets. This beautiful maiden of his, who's eyes were filled with so much life, so much emotion were dead once again. She had battled furiously against herself and her pride, challenging all those who had a second opinion to her. She stood her ground against those of her power and defended the name of her house. She had been stronger than he in the breif time which they'd known. She fought against anyone and everyone tha had aporblem her being the only female in the the leader's order, and now Lance was in her life, distroying her status and her name. And even though she had been dubbed in the name of treason, she had stood her ground and fought her battles in the defence of herslef, her covanent, her love... for him. All those glorious victories and scu a short while, to be defeated by the one she herself defended. She had protected his name in her house and defended his honor in social meetings. She battled her own sanity, turning her back on her vows, beliefs, and even her own blood, for them... for the mere possibility that they may be together.. so they may can love, something they both have couldn't experience for so long, and now it was gone. She had been defeated by the very person she fought for and indured so many trials, and scandles, and had been mutalated for him to love her. Now she lay beside him, as dead and defeated as Jansen, and it was his love for her that had cuased it.

Lance couldn't possibly do aything more, his time with her had ended, and it was the only chance he'll have to express the very feelings that would be her end. He tried to speak, but no words came to him. He couldn't apologise, that would be disrespectful to their bond. She was commanding him to kill her, and there was no getting around it. Too much of her was apart of him now and losing her would cuase him to loose another portion of his sanity. But what did it matter? She had surrendered to him, there would be no more fighting for their own sake, there would be no more affection betwwen them. There would be no "them" at all. The hurt in his heart was unbarable, the anguish of it churning his stomach. She had hope for them and he had killed it. It was his fualt. But why would that matter? It is his job, to hunt vampires and their leaders. Today would mark the beginning of progress, one Leader would be dead and twelve would remain. He was only doing what is commanded of him. After all, he was a slayer of his kind. He fought back tears when he came to the realization tha she thought him more to be just some slayer. To her, he was happiness, he was joy, fate, living tranquillity... He was love.

With that though in his mind, he moved over her, parting the sheets as he did so. Lifting her up to him, kissed her with more passion than he could have ever known, and, she kissed him back; their lips heated, thier tongues danced in a frenzy of power and lust, both of they're breathing instantly became harsh in the foreplay. Clothing was eventually pulled off. Lance put his arms around her waist, hoisting her onto his lap, she tied her self around his arrousal, and everthing else no longer existed. The two have danced in lust and passion, eatting the other's love, refussing to let go, refussing to stop. They had fallen with Raven landing on top. She waltz, her song in play, her tears flowing down her face and between her breast. Lance pulled her down to him, tasting the crimson liquid, licking circles around her nipples. He forced her to roll over, leaving him a top of her. He swade between her, parting her passion with his own, the song of her moaning teased his pateince. She muttered something, but he hadn't cuaght it, she arched to him, giving her entire beeing to him. With his arms around her, he thrusted foward, drilling her harder, he couldn't get get enough of her, he never will. Her maons became screams, and she shoughted something, but he couldn't make it out. Finally, he released in her, as deep as he could in the warmth which wrapped him. He had dropped her and she fell to the pillows once again. Her hair was everywhere, tears coloring the pillows, cuasing her to appear more pale than she were. She wasn't looking at him then, her eys were shut and her head turned away from him. they both were exusted, gasping silently for air. His arms were on either side of her, bushing down into the bed to keep himself up. "Raven," he had tried to search for words. "Raven... I..." It was then that she met his gaze. It was then that he could make out in her eyes, a plea for help, to be saved. Reading her became extremely difficult with his vision clouding now. He couldn't see past the tears streaming from his own.





- The Covan Elders Meeting -




"Her love, for him?" Zeikard repeated in bewilderment. "And how is that an advantage to us, exactly?"

"None of us are in support of Lady Rokyo's research, and none of us in standing with chemical warfae in the Fido Project. We can use their bond to our advantage." Lammeth explained, a smile in his expression.

"You are forgeting the fact Lance doesn't play by our rules," Harres interjected.

"And even if there was a solid advantage to this tretorous relationshhip, how would we manipulate it?" Zeikard asked.

"Its simple really," Lammeth gave a nod of his head, indicating the procedures to be no big deal. "Whenever he is within her presence, he never attacks us. In fact, according to the events of the last meeting, he actually defended us. Even in Jansen's layer, he fought with us instead of the vise versa."

Lammeth's opinion was sheding light on alot of problems now. "So if we were to make her head and leader in Bradanio's place-"

"Then we'd have todal control over the playing field." Zeikard announced, peicing together the logic in it.

"Both there's still Lady Rokyo and several other factions that are still present," Harres sat up straight and crossed his arms.

"Even still, we do have the better deck no matter how you look at it," Lammeth continued. But if are to illiminate her as a threat, we need to firt whipe out the chemical plants."

"There's a problem with that," Zeikard noted passively. "We can't just have her apointed to as one of the fifty world leaders and just have her send Lance out to begin whiping out plants. That would be treason to the rest of the nations."

"True," Harres agreed. "Then if that's the case, then we'll let them play out till the time comes for action. We'll settle about to do then."





- Back at the Estate -




"I love you," he had finally sadi it, finally got to tell her what he'd been wanting for a long time. His completion lay under him, dying inside from his uncomtrollabe treatory. He knew now exactly what he is to do. He had kissed her once more, and once more, she had welcomed him, she had kissed him back. all it took was a glance to know, it was all he needed. And now was the time to do it.

He streached his wings, pulling a white feather from his left wing, it shape itslef into a blade. The bed began to trimble and he couldn't tell if it were his fear that cuased it or hers, but he was frightened. Cutting his left hand, he marked a line on her stomach where he would puncture her, and drain this agony from her forever. He raised the feather up, grasping it with both hands. She had given up for him, including her own life, and since it was so, then his mind was made up. He would end her anguish. "I leave to you everything..."

He hadn't seen her eyes widen then, hadn't seen her shoot foward to stop him. His eyes were shut tight when he drove the white blade in to her. There was the sound of her air being cut off, then a blood curtaling scream, blood shot from her mouth as she fell back ward, her body panicing and flailing about. Lance hadn't let go. He forced the blade further into her, her screams of torture ringing through every fiber of his being. The blood build up his thoat gushed out over her, it was apparent that her wound was his to share. He was heaving for air, the room swam and the intensity of the pain he felt amplified. He fell over her raving body, which also was loosing strength. The blade had gone though him when he fell, their blood mixed, the serum of of poison visible to the naked eye, swam purple unmixable swirls in hte blod between them. The feather began loosing color as servant entered the room, shock over all their faces, Cocoa following behind them. They had moved to release Raves from the suffering she undertook, but Cocoa ordered otherwise. He saw the feather become completely black in color, the light leaving it, take with it the skin tone of both victims it punctured. It took a while for her screams to die, after a while Lady Raven was as still as her lover. He died with eyes closed and hers the same. He had ginen her everything he had to offer, just as she had to him, their eyes completely deprived of life.





- Three Weeks Later -




Cocoa lay in the chair, half sleep, waitng for Boman to arrive. He had had a good long sleep dispite that the sun shown brightly the roof's sky lamp. There was no special tent on this particular window, it kept other vampires some venturing into the room. Cocoa shift from playing went-a-cop was at his end, and he was growing impatient. He really had to pee. The nob turned and Boman entered the large room.

"Damn you're late!" Cocoa shouted at him, a tad bit upset.

"My aplolgies, i had to eat."

"Eat who? That girlfreind of yours?"

Boman's new girlfreind is a beautiful dark skinned woman. She worked as a docter in Harres's estate. She entered with her hair completly messed. It was nicely groomed before she left the room. "I have some results."

"Well can you crash course it all? Cuase i really gotta pee." Cocoa was pacing on the chair now.

"It can wait till you get back," Donna said in a quite but freindly tone.

She opened the door to let Cocoa out. "Don't you two be doing anything freaky in here!" He bolted down the hall.

Donna giggled at that comment and sat on a stool next to Boman, he sat on the floor. She leaned on him, kissing him deeply.

"I thought i said nothing freaky?!" Cocoa yelled throught the door, scratching at it to be let in. Boman leaned, nearly falling over to push the door open. Cocoa alked over to Donna, who picked up and sat him at Raven's feet. He moved to stand over her, jsut near her shoulder, glancing down as the sun reflected from her face. "Well how is she?"

Donna moved to stand next to him. "I've been running a full body analysis on her since day one, she has completely regenerated all injuries and damage organs The same night she had recieved them. If you look here (placing records and data sheets on the bed so he could review them himself), You can see that her ability to regenerate has tripled since being killed." Donna refered to the fact Raven's heart had siesed beating for several hours, but brain waves and nuerotransmissions were still active. Donna pulled back the heets to reveal Raven's nude body. "She has no visible sign that she had ever being touched. And if you look here (Boman moved to the other side of the bed so he could see the diagrams of the eye examinations that had been conducted), You can see that her eyes are some what different than they were nearly a month ago. I want to show you something, please for give me for doing so." Donna placed several sheets under the girl's arm. She turned to grab an intrument of the side tray and was holding a surgical knife. She stabbed it into Rven's arm and ran the wound down the lenght of her arm.

"The hell are you-" Cocoa exlaimed, but then he became speachless. He flesh and muscles immidiately began to wolve themselves together, closing the injury, blodd purring in a thick swirl of red and purple. The blood stopped flowing when the wound was nothing more than a simple scrath. Raven seemed to be unphased, no sound, no movement, just steady breathing. "Wow." Cocoa explaimed softly and Donna cleaned the blood way and removed the damped sheets.

"I discovered that by accident yesterday. Don't ask how," She added when both men opened their mouths to speak. "Its amazing enough that their both impervious to light now, and it turns out that her entire molecular structure has also changed."

"Meaning?" Boman asked.

Cocoa was speed reading throught the data sheets. "Meaning she's alot more durable now, right?"

"Yeah," Donna confirmed. "Plus her body often produces a mass amount of carbohydrates and caffine, so when active she won't tire to easily. With a little practice and training, she could be as fast as you Boman." She said with a wink.

Boman smiled and quickly became serious again. "So was it the serum that cuased this change in her body, or was it the ritual?"

"I have absolutely no answer to that. When Lance was first diagnosed with serum, it effect his body for a short while. He was already a different kind of being from the start. Now, She is too. I cant answer anything about a ritual becuase such aspects are not in my field of study. The serum is deffinately present as you've seen, but all i know about it is that i just flows within her blood. Nothing else is getting results from her analysis."

"When will she wake up?" Cocoa asked, sniffing her cheek.

"Well, technically, she should have awaken almost three days ago. So i'm pretty sure she'll be comming around soon. Well its about time i left, i gotta do to the hospital and pic up my check. Today's pay day!" Donna kissed Boman off for the evening and headed out the room.

Boman was on his way out along with Cocoa. He turned to look at them. Raven and Lance, side by side, in seperate beds. Both of them with i.v.'s and other chords of sorts and colors, sunning from beneath their sheets to various machines of different sizes and use. He smiled.

Cocoa watched him. "What are you smilling about?"

"Those two... are special." There was a puase for a momment as they both gave their respects to the couple.

"Yeah..." Cocoa replied sincerly. He too, left the room smiling. It wasn't becuase they had both lived. It was becuase Cocoa had been going through the book lately, surfing its pages to the one sheet that held the names of leaders upon its surface.



Raven's name had been crossed out...



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3 Days Later

Raven woke as if from a deep dreamless sleep, only with the dreams. Her eyes began to twitch open quickly. The room was dark, but it seemed as if her eyes had been closed for a long time. She looked around, where was she? Where was Lance? She remembered sharing a passionate moment in time with him, but after that it was all blackness. She looked around, and next to her in another bed, was Lance. He was hooked up to iv's and monitors. He looked so helpless, and then she felt her wrists. She was hooked up as well. She ripped them out of her arms, and got out of bed. She walked over to Lance and shook him gently, but he didn't wake up. She leaned down and kissed his lips. She wanted him to wake up. "Lance? Love? Please wake up?" When he didn't respond she did the only thing she could do...cry and get into bed with him.

The door opened and a cat walked into the room. Raven noticed him, and patted the bed. " Here kitty...come up here and let me pet you! Kitties make me feel so much better." The cat looked at her as if with hatred, and loving at the same time, and walked out the door quickly. Raven was puzzled by the cat's behavior. Then, a woman and a man who looked very familiar walked in. She recognized the man...Boman! Raven protectively placed her arm around Lance. No one was going to hurt him as long as she was there."

The woman rushed over and gasped. She hadn't seen Raven over in Lance's bed. Raven's monitors had flat lined, and caused an alarm to go off in the house. Not that she had noticed. All she cared about was Lance. Boman walked slowly over towards her and Lance. " What's wrong with Lance? Why won't he wake up?" she said as she continued to cry. Boman put his arms around Raven, and hugged her.

"Glad to see that you're finally awake Lady Raven. Please, stop your crying. Dry your tears." He handed her a handkerchief. " Nothing is wrong with Lance, well not at the present moment. He'll be just fine. Raven, this is my girlfriend. She's been taking care of you for three weeks now. You've been in a coma, and more than likely you don't remember what happened."

The woman came over and said, " Raven, did you want anything to drink? Water, tea, Juice? We've been pumping blood into you. We figured that was best." Raven just stared at her. " Why won't Lance wake up?" The woman and Boman just looked at each other. Every moment that she didn't get an answer, she got pissed off. " Tell me what the hell's wrong with him? And why the HELL have i been in a fucking coma for three weeks!? What happened to me and Lance!?"

Donna opened her mouth to speak, searching for the right flow of words till Boman put a hand. He escorted Donna out of the room, Leaving Cocoa atop the bed. HE gave him a look suggesting that he take his explanation slowly.

Cocoa sighed, first with his head down, then looked up at the sun lamp. The sky was a semi-purple and red color, indicating the being somewhere around seven a.m. or so. This would have been alot easier if the sun were already out, he thought. At least she'd be able to see that she a day walker now. He looked up at now, the look she gave him, the worry and fear as she hugged to Lance, made Cocoa's heart sink. She wouldn't be able to comprehend her new self on her own, he realized, and at the same time, he never wanted for himself to be an acquaintance of hers. It wasn't because he believed she didn't love him or anything of that nature. Lance had jumped into a relationship that was not supposed to be successful, it wasn't because he didn't trust her either. Lance sighed and looked at her meeting her worried gaze.

"My real name, is Azarith Malliard," he stated, he wasn't surprised when she jumped at that fact of a cat not just clearly, but speaking with intelligence. When Cocoa continued, he sounded guilty at most. "I am... well... was a warlock from England. Lady Raven, I apologize for my false accusations of you." He was referring to her reaction upon seeing Boman, and as futile as it would be, she guarded Lance from them. "My lady, the relationship between the two of you spawned in such a short time. I originally assumed you were leading him to be trapped and over time, my opinion hadn't changed (She looked offended). It wasn't until I had witnessed and understood what he had done to you, that i came to envy him." Cocoa's mood had gradually become depressed. She had gone through alot for Lace, so he only found it fitting to tell her his story. A story had told no one else. Not even Lance. "Lady Raven, when I was human, I had a significant other. She was the most beautiful redhead probably in the world. Her body was irresistible, and her smile was hypnotizing. I really missed the sex. Sex with her was so amazing, and we had done it so often..." Cocoa had gone completely off topic. He shook his and continued. "She was just as crazy as I was back then. We did everything together, Lady Rokyo and I." Had stopped at Raven's gasp of shock. Cocoa merely continued. "All our research, all our experiments, the people we murdered for no apparent reason, we did everything. We were in love then. But, during our relationship, i had discovered that eternal life could be obtained. We were both thrilled about it and we both spent years developing the means through which we could both obtain it. Unfortunately, during our run of research, the procedures which eternal life could be obtained had been concluded through a means of personal and very intiment means. It meant that sex had to be involve, and the process of how the procedure worked would only be favorable to a woman. When I had come that conclusion during the experiment, i had wanted to put a stop to the project, but with being a known and assured way of obtaining immortality, she had become obsessed with it. We had discovered that a body processing a high resistance to damage and less subject to toxic materials, a body with a strong immune system was needed as part of the procedure. She had learned through studies I myself had conducted, to be able to substitute a body for another without the person dying. she had drugged me one night, and using her telekinetic abilities she had paralyzed me. She performed the ritual of exchanging my body for that of a house hold animal. She liquidated my body and compressed it to a compound solution. From there, she would combine various herbs and Elixirs to create a serum that prevents growth and aging."

The problem is the means in which these serums are developed, have a great consequence upon its test subjects and environment. You are familiar with the incident in Raccoon City? The city where are virus was said to have been developed by the government which had contaminated the small city. Well, it was called a T-Virus, and it was a cover-up. The T-virus does in fact exist, but it's development and studies are conducted in laboratories in Brazil. The serum T-JR41 is what Lady Rokyo had released over the city." Cocoa paused to witness the horrid emotion that welded into Raven's eyes, she had gasped when he had relayed the news, but there was more to tell her. "Yes Lady Raven, that incident was her cause. The purpose of that particular serum was to simulate anti-aging. It works... with side effects, unfortunately. But there were others. The scandal regarding Metal Gear, which too, was just a blanket over the true purpose of that shared. There was an extremist group that raided an oil plant in the Atlantic, a group of five members to be exact. Each one of these members was special, but one of them was a project of Lady Rokyo's study. His name was Vamp, and he was a true example of what Lady Rokyo is trying to achieve. He was impervious to sunlight, blindingly fast, was nearly impervious to death itself. He had escaped from his captivity during a routine experimentation and had joined that that five man extremist group. However, he was killed by a man known as Raiden. The town of Silent Hill was another fault of Lady Rokyo. She had sought another psychic like herself, a small child by the name of Elisa, and began to experiment with the effects of a serum T-UR53, which is supposed to coat and trap oxygen into all organs, muscles, and respetory systems, ever fueling the body with elements it needs to function without the need of an outside source such as food and water or any other means of fuel. Unfortunately, the serum caused hallucinations and with the girl already being a powerful psychic, her hallucinations had manifested into a physical form, and we all know how that turned out.

I know that you are wondering what does any of this have to do with you, or Lance. To tell you the truth, its been all bout Lance from the start. Before Lance had been enslaved, he was a scientist, worked for Umbrella Corp. He was one of seven survivors of the laboritoyr incident which lead tot he fall of Raccoon City. What LKance reseached was unclear, but he and several of his colleuges had been subjected to self experimentation. I am not sure of the details of th procedures, but i do know that something formed in him that was unsuccessful to the other subjectees. what it is called is a complete mystery to everyone besides Lady Rokyo, butshe understood that this dormented what-ever-it-was, is a key to the Elixer of life." Cocoa didn't want to continue from this poit, she was one of them now and she needed to know what was going on. "In order forLady Rokyo to obtain the final ingridant for this elixir, she has to bare his child. The reason being is that the serums and solutions cannot be simply injected into the body like medication, that would result in filling her body with chemicals that would 'just be'. The serum and solutions have to be obsorbed by the body and only then would her body accept the elixir compound as chromosomes, embedeing them into herself and her child. That is why Lance is so important in this entire sharade. He has all the neccessary compounds flowing through his respritory system. If he were to (he instantly became uneasy with this part of the explanation, but he decided that being blunt about it would help him cope with the uneasy thought)... If he were to f*ck my wife and she concieved him a child, then that child's body, being born with every single ingredant, would be the final article to her game." Cocoa bent his head down in shame and defeat. "She has already given him one child... Mai, she was born blind and mute due to the incomplete formual from which she was born. Now that Lance has the complete formula flowing throughout his viens, my wife could bare his child again, and gain the new and final elixer. Luckily for us, it takes time for the solution to settle in his body. Once that is done, she will come for him. Now before I answer question about what had happened to the two of being in a comma, I would like to ask if you understood everything i just now?"

Raven was dumbfounded. She couldn't form the words that her mind tried to tell her. What did all this have to do with her? And why was it slowly getting hotter and hotter in the room? She looked over at Lance. He was so peaceful laying there, but reluctantly she looked back at the cat formerly known as Cocoa. " I'm not sure. All I know is that Lady Ryoko woman tried to kill me. I'm not sure where I fit in to all this now." Her head began to swim. She looked out the window expecting to see a starry night, but instead got a eye full of sunlight. She took cover under the sheets. It had burned, but in a surprising way. She looked out from under the covers. The sun was touching her skin, and she wasn't burning alive so to say.

She looked at the cat. " What have you done to me!? This is all so fascinating, but why can I be in the sun!? What the HELL HAS HAPPENED TO ME!?" She was frantic. Panicky. The situation was grim for her at the present moment.
She looked back over at Lance, who slept in the sunlight. She wanted him to wake up. She knew that she could handle this if he were awake and had his arms around her. She looked down at her feet. So she was about to start a new life?

"Now Lady Raven," Cocoa started. "Just calm yourself. Now listen, this has eveything to do with you now. You and Lance have been in a comma for about three weeks now. The reason is becuase you surrendered to him." Cocoa's voice trailed off. He became centamental as he answered her question. "Lady Raven... Lance killed you... You probably don't remember, but he did. You gave him everything, your life, your love, everything. You commanded him to. He had another way to get you out of exicution, but you gave up on him." He puased for a moment, guilt rising in his chest. "You loved him so much, didn't you? He knew, Raven, he knew... He knows that you gave him everything, and he knew you wanted him to live on, but he couldn't... You've become apart of his life within the short while you've known him. He didn't want to kill you, not even the night at the park, he never wanted you dead. He... he wanted you to know how much he loved you... so... he, he gave you everything."

Raven just stared at the cat." So if he killed me, then why am i alive? Is, is Lance dead now?" she had so many questions forming in her mind, and yet she didn't know how to form the questions. She felt Lance move slightly behind her and thought he was awake. She rolled over and hugged him and looked into his eyes, but they were closed. She felt the tears well up in her eyes, but she held them back. She needed to be strong for her and Lance.

She looked back into the daylight. So she was a daywalker now. What would her coven think. Matter of fact, what would the Elders think? Would they ban her from the Fellowship? Maybe with her new found strength and abilities, they would find her more useful than ever before. She looked at the cat again. This cat had once been a warlock? Nothing surprised her anymore. She was alive, but was Lance? The heart monitors said yes, but his lack of motion suggested maybe not. She didn't know anymore.

Cocoa glanced at the window, the sun slapping against his. He looked to Lance and Raven, they looked so innocent together. But if they're love for one another is as true as this, then they would spend much of their live's in blood shed. The though of this made Cocoa's mood sink. And now that he had thought on what Raven had asked oh him, he really wasn't sure if Lance would ever wake up. If he were to, it would be no time soon. "Lady Raven," he started, indicating his respects. "I told you... He gave you everything... That's why you're not dead. He had every intention of surrendering his body and its ailments to you, but you had already surrendered yours to him. I'm assuming that's why you've become somewhat exactly like his being. Because of the experiments run on Lance by Lady Rokyo, he had been made host to all the necessary ingredients, the last needed was the serum Boman gave to him. Lance doesn't know he's a experiment, and I rather he didn't know. When he killed you, he used one of his white feathers. Both of his wings have and serve different purposes, I don't know them like he does, but he had ran you through with a white feather. To my understanding, the purpose of him doing so is that he used the powers of that one feather to exchange bodies with you. Well, tried to. He only got about half oh his soul into you. He was trying to execute himself in your body so that you could live, he didn't want live the rest of ever knowing he willingly killed the woman he loves... However, when he transferred a portion of his soul into your body then stabbed you, your body would act as a mirror and inflict the damage delt to you onto himself. His blood, filled with all the right ingredients go mixed into your wound and eventually through the rest of you. His blood, the Elixir, had altered every fiber of your being, killing and replacing every hair, organ, muscle, and cell. You died the most painful death possible...

It was the portion of his soul that brought you back, substituting himself in your place, that is why you live... I can't say that he himself is alive, it could be your portion of your soul that keeps his heart beating... I know what I’m saying maybe a little difficult to cope with, but if he were, or is still his own person, then that would make you his other mistress... That means you own a portion of his soul."

"So let me get this straight. He and I are in a sense one being? I don't know I'm rather confused still, but i think i'll understand with time." She was feeling sleepy. Possibly she was overexerting herself, which was in deed the case this time. She laid her head down on the pillow and let her nose touch tip to tip with Lance's. She tilted her head up and kissed the tip of his nose, and then closed her eyes. "I'm sorry kitty, but i'm so...tired." She fell asleep instantly.

4 days later:

Her clothes had been changed. Her hair washed. What the hell was the first thing she thought when she woke up again. She looked around. She was in a new room. Black curtains all around with a grand piano in one window of the room. She sat up in her bed. The blankets were crimson. They were the exact shade of her eyes. It was night time and the stars were out she noticed as she looked through the crack in the curtains from her bed. She got up, and wobbled a bit. Her feet and ankles were extremely weak from not having walked in weeks. She made her way over to the piano, and sat down at the bench. Her fingers placed themselves at the keys and began to play out of habit. The tune floated in the air. It was her favorite song of all Classical time. The " Appassionatta".

Her mind was racing. Notes formed sending the information straight to her fingers. She played for her life. She played for her Coven, and the Elders. She played for Lance, and their love for each other. She wanted him to hold her tightly in her arms, the way he did in her dreams. With each note more of her memory was regained. She remembered the passionate night of sex and love. He had literally given himself to her, and she to him. Their love was unbreakable. The song carried on through out the house. It was painful and sad. Her every emotion was put into the song.

He could feel her there with him, but wasn't sure if it was real. She couldn'd be dead with him, for he had sacraficed himself for her. Yet, he could smell her as if she were hugged around him. He could hear poeple takling, but couldn't make out a single word, he hadn't recognized any of the voices. He tried to move but the effort was pointless, his body wouldn't respond. It was then that the image of her had come to his mind, the defeat in her eyes, her crimson tears, she had given up on him, she had surrendered her love for him, so that she may die. It was all he thought about in the darkness of his purgatory, the last futile affection he had given her. He had told her, and that at the time was all that mattered. Before he killed himself, he had told her the obvious, what she needed to hear, I love you...



- Four Days Later -



Cocoa sat his watch, asleep in the chair. He could hear a piano playing, a song he'd never heard before. He could also hear scratches. Cocoa opened one eye, focusing it to Lance which his hands were moving now. It was like Lance was playing in his sleep. He say Lances eyes slowy flutter open, saw him try to sit up, but he couldn't. Cocoa hadn't said anything, just sat quietly in the chair next to his bed, watching him with an eye open. Lance tried to turn and moved out bed, but spending a long period of thime in a very stiff position hadn't treated his body well, he fell out of bed, landing hard on his ass. He gave a groan, his wings and tail were no stiffer than his body, they fell aound him like black and white strands of hair, his tail hitting the floor with a thump. Cocoa could see Lance having a hard time trying to stand, it took him almost four minutes to muster the strength to hual himself up, pulling chords and I.v.'s out his arms and chest. Cocoa knew Lance had no idea he was also in the room. When the machines had flat lined, Cocoa, splitting his tail into multiples, used them like tentacles to exctract the chords and attach them to himself, keeping the data feeds running. Cocoa knew where Lance was heading when he staggered to the door, he may not know it himself, but he'll get there all the same. He had noticed that his assumtion to Raven had been true after all, seeing Lance in total darkness, but still could make out his eyes, no longer a transparent grey, but crimson... like hers.

The light hit Lance like a recking ball, cuasing him to once again, fall on his ass. His stood, struggling, he remaind stationary to give his eyes a chance to adjust. His feet began to move now now, down a hall and though some anti-lock shielding doors, warmth consuming him now. Upon walking through the heavily armored door, he could hear the piano playing, not much louder than it was in his sleep, but much more clear. His eyes wouldn't ajust to te light of halls, so he kept them shut. He hadnt't realized he had been walking, having no idea as to where he was headed, no idea where he would step, but somehow his body knew exactly where to go, where to turn, how many paces forward, how high his hands should be to open a door, knew how many steps to take up the circluar staircase in a wide room. He could hear breathing, lots of breathing, like a room filled with vampires. He knew the scent, but even if worste came to worste, he was too weak to fight or defend, he was an easy mark to his enemies, but no one attacked, no one took the opertunity too end him as he should be. The halls were crowded with people and he could scence them all moving from his path, could hear them whispering, could hear every word said. But he hadn't focused on they're gossips, his attention was fixed to locating the instrument which hypnotized his body and mind. His body had eventualy gone down a derserted hall, followed by more empty passing rooms and more vacant halls. He had stopped in front of a large antique doubl-door. Reaching out, he turned the knob to one of them, opening the door and stepping in.

The room swam with emotion and harmony, the odor of detress and bitter scent of tears in the air danced with the voices of keys and the rythemic sounds of a piece he had never heard before. His tail came up slowly and eased the door closed, silently moved his way to the player as the piece had ended. He could hear silent sobbs from the player. Another piece had been started, one he knew, and as Mozart's Sonata K331 1st Movement began to play, another scent had hit him, choking his heart and lungs, the aroma of her stiffling his desire, feeding to his arousal. He moved as the piece began, sending his arms around her, trailing the lengths of her arms, his hands comming to rest over hers, his fingures mimiced hers as the A Major chords were played, she tensed, but had not resisted his touch. The scent, her scent, was driving him insane. He barried his face into her neck, licking her along her collar bone and tracing a path up her neck and to her ear. His dark hands move over her light skin, running traces over her, the piece began to break, and the moan she whispered into his ear made his knees buckle. This was exactly what he needed, to be with her, to be hers. She had left her herself to him last time he had had shown her his passion, and now she was here, breathing into his ear, the sounds of her lust tickled down his spine. She wasn't dead, and he had no desire to harm her in anyway, and he knew it had worked. Lance began pulling her clothing away, using his wings to cut through his own, he felt the warmth of her bare skin consume his own, she arched from him and he moved to close the gap between them. Her hands hit the keys to steady her self, the sound of an improper harmony carried the room. He lifted her, comming to position himself on the stool, bringing her down onto his bare lap, he hadn't slid into her, leaving his arousal to rest between her legs. There was one simple reason, he wanted her to invite him into her, to guide him to her lust. He had already shown his passion to her, he now wanted to see hers.

Raven had felt his presence awaken anew once she had played the Appassionatta. She knew that he was coming for her, and she wanted him. And then suddenly he was there, his hands resting upon hers mimicking her movements as she played the new song. And she then could no longer play. Her clothes came off, as did his, and they were swirled into a vortex of unyielding love and passion. His warm breath upon her neck and shoulders intoxicating her. Quickly she was brought to rest on his bare lap. His passion full to complete extent, and she wanted it right or wrong.

She placed her lips upon his and kissed him fully, and passionately. More than anything she wanted to feel him inside of her, and something else. She wanted to see his eyes. She wanted to know the passion inside them. She kissed his eyes lids and then his lips once more. Slowly, she placed herself upon his passion and slid it into her. The pleasure of it all, and somewhere in the room the Appassionatta began to play. Over and over her heat went. She couldn't contain herself, and didn't want this moment to end. Her lover was here, with her, inside of her. She had fully submitted herself to him in such a short time, but it was all for the love that she craved. They were one now.

He was losing his mind in her, turning her to face him. She locked herself around him, her arms and legs binding the two together, ever so vigoruos in her dance. She moaned her song loudly, lost in the pleasure of the moment, her hair was tossed about wildly. There was a crack in the stool, but they didn't seem to here it, the seat broke beneath them, they fell langing on Lance's wings, he shaped them like a cloud, resting her on the airy substance. It was warm to lay there, but it hot to him to lay with her. He panted between he releasing liquid heat as deep into her as he could. He collapst over her, cuasing them both to partally sink beneath the the black and white cloud.They were both panting now, giggling as they held one another. It was till something cuased Lance's mood to change, did the mood get ruined. He felt cold steal touching at the back of his neck. He swivled his head to stare up at Jareth and several others, member's of Raven's coven.

All at once Raven's mood changed. Jareth, and other members of her Coven were standing over them. A blade was on Lance's neck. Raven didn't care that she was naked. Jareth and these few brethren had seen her this way before. She stood up quickly. " What are you doing here Jareth? I have not commanded you to hunt him. Get out of here. You do not act upon your own free will when this is the game."

Jareth kept Lance and point. He laughed maniacally. " Oh Lady Raven. Your time as Coven Leader of the Symphony de Vampires has come to an end. The reign of Jareth is at hand! We are here to pull a mutiny, and kill whoever gets in our way." So he had come to kill her. Well that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. " Jareth," Raven said with force in her voice. " You can not kill your maker! It is written in the book 'None shall slay the body of thou's maker. Though ye eternally damned, death by fire awaiteth thee once the star of light rises in the eastern sky.'" She had quoted directly word for word. " Is that what you want Jareth, all of you? Do you want to die in the light of the sun? If so, then so be it." She looked around. Her words had effected everyone, but Jareth. He was no match for her. She had made him years ago. He was her son in even the mortal world. He was only a boy of twelve. She had turned him, so that he would never die. So that she wouldn't have to see him die. His eyes were just as crimson as her own. She would kill him if she must. A vampire's life is no life for a twelve year old mortal, nor a twelve year old trapped in a age old vampire's body.

Cocoa shut his eyes after Lance had left the room. His mood was greatly lifted upon Lance's awakening, though he had not attempted to bother with protruding Lance after such a long and anguished rest. However, was now found himself to be in a good mood, seeing Lance up and about.

Cocoa took a deep breath, putting himself back to sleep. As the darkness rose in his mind, images and memories swam into view. His mind wandered for another, till one particular memory remained focused and gradually became more vivid until it was as clear as if he were there. This particular scene was stationed in a a study, a large circular personal library, its walls lined with novels of interest and research of various magics and complex rituals. There were two desks in the room, both faced each other and both were positioned just short of the fire place, two large arm chairs separating the two desks, and were stationed directly in front of the fireplace. Lady Rokyo had come into the room, looking rather happy and self accomplished. She walked over to one of the desks, lazily sliding the surface contents around in an uninterested manner. He watched as Azarith, his former human form, walked into the room. He closed the door behind him locking it as he did so. He walked slowly to Lady Rokyo, the two of them whispering to each other, sweet nothings exchanged in their words. HE had grabbed her and Cocoa instantly remembered what it had done to him, the desire, the lust that conspired between them. Her shirt was pulled apart as they kissed, various other clothing being discarded during the foreplay. HE remember the rush he felt as swallowed his arousal, he couldn't help but to lace his fingers into her hair and forced himself deeper between her parched lips, she hadn't protested, but ran her tongue around him. He couldn't help but remember how warm his face had felt between her thighs, how wet she became when his tongue become lost within her. It was painful to recollect how passionate they were, watching himself take her by the hip and driving himself deep into he. She gazed at him with lust, looking back at him through the strands of her flaming red hair, her eyes deepened with affection. She had leaned forward taking hold of the desk's edge, given Azarith complete owner ship of her a**, forcing him to f*ck her all the more harder. She begged him harshly to abuse her a**s as her screams of pleasure grew. Her finger had come across a switch under the desk's surface. There was the sound of a click, and several bookcases and shelves began to shift themselves, revealing the lovers most grandest prize, they're most successful experiment in all they’re years together, the sight of him causing Azarith to release heat deep into Rokyo. He had pulled her to him, whispering his love for her as she did the same, both of them starring up at Lance with fascination. He was nailed to a gurney and positioned vertically on the far wall, his limbs chained to his side and his tail and wings bounded by complex magics or various sorts. His eyes were dead, its color lost a transparent grey from its former eerie green, his sanity and will taken from him by the psychos who stood naked before him.

Cocoa hated having this dream, hated having to Lance after the torture and mutilation he himself had caused him. Lance had no recollection of the torment he had undergone, Azarith and Lady Rokyo had done an excellent job of whipping his mind. Though what hurt Cocoa most about the dream he had re-witnessed a thousand times before, was another particular dream that followed. This memory had also taken place in the study. Cocoa, now in his feline form, never able to retake original form, rested on Lady Rokyo's lap in one of the large arm chairs. The room was dark, with the acceptation of the fireplace illuminating that half of the room. She groomed him as if he were just an ordinary house cat, the notion wounded him but he hadn't protested. Lady Rokyo had gazed down at him in guilt, and he could see it, her eyes were filled with regret for what she had done, but would not back away from her progress. "I love you," she had said to him. "Azarith, love... I love you, and I’m going to find a way to return your body to you..."She had still loved him, even after the betrayal she committed she still loved him. His mind wandered to a night about a month ago, after Lady Raven's rescue. He hadn't expected for Lady Rokyo to appear in Harres's mansion, but she was there. She had only gone to fore see Lance's recovery and what possible outcome would be revealed from the added serum to his blood. He had strolled into Lance's room, surprise hitting him to see her lips over Lance's. She had no discretion for him, even with her daughter in the room as well. She had broken the kiss, slowly, upon seeing Cocoa enter the room. Lance was unconscious from the serum's after math, but Cocoa knew if he'd been awake, he'd have enjoyed tasting her. However, she had shown no emotion toward Cocoa as she moved to leave the room, ordering him to keep his eye on him. Cocoa watched her as she left, she hadn't said anything other than a command to him, and it hurt him terribly.

The door swung opened and both Boman, followed by Donna entered the room, switching the lights on.

"What’s his stat, Cocoa?" Boman asked, scrambling to the monitors. "The alarm sounded and everything flat lined and... Where is he?"

Cocoa kept his eyes shut so as not to blind himself. "He went to Lady Raven." He responded in a monochromatic tone. "Is that such a problem?"

"Yes it is dammit!" Boman shouted furiously. "The entire estate is in an uproar! On the way here, I’ve been hearing arguments and fights about who will lead the new Symphony Covenant, not only that but now i hear most of Harres's estate is now in on the debate as well. Her covenant has broken and her brethren are no longer bounded to her." Cocoa's eyes shot open at this, Boman had his full attention now. "They are looking for them both, and we are running out of time. Everyone here knows that Lance is still too week to fight or defend himself, and Raven isn't even aware about her new found power. We need to get them both before they are killed!"

"What the hell is going on?!" Donna asked, she was lost from the very beginning.

Cocoa leaped from the chair and quickly pranced to them. "Boman will explain it to you after the both of you get the car ready."

"What!?" Boman said in an hysterical manor. "You take her and I’ll get those two!"

"She's your girl you do it!"

"Fine, where will we rendezvous?" Boman asked as the three of them ran out the room and down the hall, Boman and Cocoa slowing so that Donna may keep up. They had stopped before the access door. Donna Punched in some numbers and the door opened.

"I don't know, probably through the field."

"We'll keep an eye out for you." Boman took his girlfriend into his arm and bolted down the hall.

Cocoa has burst into motion, heading to the opposite end.








Who the ******** is this jerk?" Lance wandered, craning his head to look at him. Lance was wearing one of his wings like a bath robe and during Raven's threat, he had slipped his other around her, also taking the shape and form a bath robe. The audacity of these people gazing at her nudity, he wanted to kill them. Her body belonged to him now, and his to her. He'd be damned if anyone else will take pleasure in the sight of her. He was starring up at the boy who held him at point. Lance knew his name was Jareth, but how had he known that? "What the hell do you want? Get out you assholes we're busy!"

Jareth ignored him. “You don't feel it, do you?" He had directed this question to Raven, who looked a tad bit confused. "The bond that bounded us to you? Can you feel... that it's no longer there?"

Raven laid her hand on Lance's shoulder. It was a signal to remain calm. Raven knew that all hell was about to break loose. Jareth, her once sweet and innocent little boy, was threatening to overthrow her pedestal of power. She couldn't let that happen. She thought about what he'd said. About how the connection, was no longer there. Her love with Lance had faded that connection out. She was no longer the vampire she once was.

Jareth made a snicker when the realization of losing her covenant slapped Raven across her face. And Jareth, being the the next body to have the purest of the conven’s blood, would reign in her place. She was now an outcast, and Lance knew it. With her no longer a mistress and now having no place amoung the elders, and now, everyone knowing full well she is loving a slayer of her kind, she was now no more a blood traitor than he is. Damn! Lance thought to himself, anger at himself building. She lost everything she worked so hard to accomplish, and I just had to come around and screw it all up.

Jareth’s smirk grew into a wide smile. “Ah, you do sense it, don’t you?” He said, his eyes focused to her. Some of his buddies smiled. “This is where your reign ends! You, and your blood traitor friend!” He pulled back the sword and Lance saw in slow motion as he drove the weapon toward him. Jareth stopped mid-stride.

There was a noise, lets of noises, the sounds of breaking class echoed throughout the mansion followed by creaming and gunfire. Everyone in the room was stunned. “What the hell is going on?” On of Jareth’s buddies had asked. They all could hear the sound of harsh, shallow breathing. Lance had thought at first, of a lyken, but Lykens didn’t breathe like this. There was scrathing at the door as whoever or whatever tried to pry its way in. On of Jareth’s posy, a beautiful blond woman, approached the door cautiously as the scratching and beating be came more violent, the sounds of screaming and gun fire echoed around them. The blond woman approached the door, upholstered her gun and fired five rounds through the door. There was the death wail of a wounded creature followed by the sound of it’s carcass hitting the floor.

“What is it?” Jareth demanded, now holding the blade at the ready, still facing the two traitors. Lance was standing before Raven now, shielding her from any possible attack from either Jareth or anything else. The woman hadn’t opend the door, she merely bent to peer through the bullet hole. She gasped but couldn’t move away in time. The doors crashed open, hitting striking the woman across her head, blood speewing across the floor as people, no, gules began to fill thew room, attacking everything that breathed.

Lance paniced, not knowing what to do. He whirled around, grabbing Raven by her hip and hualing the both of them out of a window. They landed hard on the fourth floor roof. They were both scared, and didn’t know what to do from here. The grounds were littered with these zombified people. They were scaling the walls, climbing in and out of windows, eating the fallen residents. Lance slid sideways, Raven catching him before fell off the side of the roof. Gules were now screaming and roaring at him, scaling the building to get to them. He was too weak to take them, he wasn’t sure what to do when Raven took him by the hand ran, jumping through a skylight. They laned in a junction hall, and the creatures all erupted with delight, dropping th men and women they feasted upon to eat the more lively flesh. She could have lead them anywhere but here, he thought, bracing himself for retaliation. Dark strands no thinner than razors had bombarded the two-story hall from all directions, slicing down every creature but Raven and Lance, and a little redhead girl who cried in a corner, blood gushing from various parts of her body. James was running toward them.

“Why the hell are you just standing there?!” He barked, blood dripping from his hands. “Get the f*ck out a’ here! Where’s Cocoa?!”

“We haven’t seen him, “Lance answered. He bent down to be at eye-level with the child, he was whispering to her that she would be okay, that he was there to help. Raven was over his shoulder, re-enforcing Lance’s words with whispers of her own.

The girl was gushing blood from both of her arms and legs, the zombies were eating her alive. Lance couldn’t describe the pain and anguish he as he gazed into the child’s beautiful drowning blue eyes. The pain he felt, before killing Raven, could in no possible way be compared to the sight before him. She was taking very short and shallow deep breaths, no longer able to cry for the creaming she had been doing tore her throat from the inside. Blood spilled from her mouth as well as from her limbs, large amounts of flesh had been eaten away. Her torso and her inner thighs had been had been torn apart, like fingers that have been rammed into her body and pulled away at her flesh. In all the years in which Lance had been slaying vampires and lykens alike, he had never seen anyone, let alone a small child, be mutilated to this degree. But somehow, she was alive but fading fast. She looked to be about five or six years old, and, according to her sent, Lance could tell, that this little girl was human. He moved to pick the girl off the floor, looking down between several other bodies, to see a woman with the same flaming red hair, the same skin, the same blue eye. Lance became almost sickened to witness that half her head had been eaten, her eye, lost and deprived of life, starring up at him with hopeless plea of mercy and love. She died, shielding her daughter from the monsters. Lance’s knee had accidentally nudged her and her blue eye had fallen into what was left of her skull, sliding down what was once a complex organ or neurons and transceivers. He had to look away as he took the child into his arms. The little girl’s breathing instantly became heavier and much more frantic, the movements of her limbs numb and lifeless, shot pain into every fiber of her body. She tried to cream her agony, but her blood replaced her voice, spewing down Lance’s front and should, her blood soaking the side of his head and neck.

Gules were rushing toward them from all directions, they crawled through windows and leaped from the skylight, they raced down nearly every corridor of the building. “Dammit! GO!!!” James screamed throwing his arms about, as he did, they morphed into the razor strands which aided the two lovers before. He slashed at the goons falling from the skylight and turned to charge to take on those at one of the corridors nearest him, his battle cry reverberating through the hall.

Lance sailed down a deserted hall with Raven at toe. Mid way down the hall, two gules had appeared and charged them at first sight, their flesh loose against they’re bones and blood protruded from every deteriorated pore of their bodies. Lance saw Raven move from the corner of his eyes, but hadn’t realized that the two zombied persons had been torn apart until he had realize that Raven stood between they’re fallen bodies. It had happened so fast, and she apparently didn’t know what the hell she had done, starring at her hands as the dead blood, nearly black and brown in color, dripped from her hands.

“There you two are!” Cocoa ran toward them, stopping just short of Raven. He was in his human form, Lance seeing him from a distance, thought he was Chester, but had noticed the black hair and yellow eyes, the skin an eerie grey. “Lady Raven, Lance,” He stopped when he saw the little girl in his arms, though he hadn’t said anything about her, they really didn’t have the time. Raven opened her mouth to speak, probably to ask what had she done when Cocoa cut her off. “We need to go now, follow me.”

They ran after him, Lance falling slightly behind in an attempt to ease the pain he was causing the small child, she left a trail of blood behind them. Cocoa had struck down countless persons that have charged. They had reached another hall, this one four stories, and was surrounded by local law enforcement as well as FBI and CIA squads. They were on all levels, fire automatic weapons into the gules that threaten them with their presence. Several FBI Agents fired into there direction, killing several goons entering through the hall which Lance and his party had just exited. An agent beckoned them forward, granting the civilians safe passage out of the building. They were followed by other surviving people, members of Harres’s Covenant as well as former brethren from Raven’s now dead Covenant, now lead by Jareth. Jareth had ran passed them with the blond woman in his arms. He eyed both Lance and Raven with fury, running to exit the building. “This way! This way!” The agent shouted as more and more civilians ran past them to exit the chaos. If it were known that every single person who exited the building were not of human descent, they would have all been shot to death. They joined the crowd of exiting people, but only as cover to work their way to a corridor on their right. They all sped down the corridor as Agents began shouting about that not being a designated exit.

The corridor was lined with more squads, firing automatic weapons through the windows at apposing goons who raided the estate grounds. Several of them turned their attention to them and shouted that they halt they’re progress. “This is not a designated path or exit-”

Cocoa punched a hole in the wall wide enough to grant vehicles passage. The agents trained their weapons to them, shouting that they don’t move. At that moment, a white van appeared, hitting several gules as it halted twenty to forty yards away from them. Gules instantly began to attack the vehicle as most others ran toward them. The leading squad member noticed the child in Lance’s arms and through up his hand. “Let them leave, we’ll cover you.”

Cocoa, followed by Raven then Lance, sped across the grounds toward the van with speeds not recognizable to the human officers. Cocoa slashed away at the apposing goons and, stopping at the side of the van, slid a side door open, allowing Lance to enter first with the dieing child, and entered after Raven. The vehicle sped off, hitting several more, Boman, maneuvering the van to dodge on coming gules. How was a person of his size is able to sit comfortably in the driver’s seat was a complete mystery. Donna sat next to him in the passenger’s seat, hard pressed into the door and window, not because of Boman’s size, but because she was trying to distance herself as far from him as possible. Lance could see Boman’s reflection in the wind shield, his teeth bared and his eyes changed and dilated. He appeared to by half morphed into a lyken. Donna hadn’t known she had been dating an abomination, especially one that was not human like her. She sat in an upward fetal position with her eyes shut, not wanting to see the zombies of all genders attack the moving vehicle and not wanting to look at Boman, who tried desperately to calm himself so that he may appear to be his human self.

Lance was gazing down at the girl, who was coughing now. She was on her last and Lance would be damned if he’d let her die. He knew how to save this girl, knew that the chosen method was the only way. He had done it sometime ago, paying a great deal of his powers as well as a portion of his sanity to save the life of the woman he loved. She was next to him, looking into his eyes with curiosity as he she held onto his arms. They could hear a helicopter approaching, firing a very large machine gun. In they’re direction. Choppers sporting insignias of the National Guard had arrived over Harres’s estate, firing onto the grounds at the hordes of deranged carcasses. One of the choppers had spotted the white van trying to escape the grounds and have aided the vehicle, flying low just feet over tree tops, keeping a specific distance from the van to accurately fire at any tangos that come too close to it or its up coming path. It was difficult for Boman to maneuver through the golf course, but he managed well. As he did this, Lance had untwined several of his feathers from both Raven and himself, he needed a good sized feather, just small enough for the child to handle. He detached one, holding it to his side, Cocoa and Raven watching him intently. He needed for the child to be exposed to his ailment for such a ritual to work. He prepared to slice open his hand when Cocoa stopped him.

“Lance, you have lost enough of yourself to be trying this again so soon,” he said, grabbing on to Lance’s wrist and bringing up the feather. “Use me instead.”

“But-” Before Lance could protest, Cocoa had slashed at his wrist, making a very large vertical gash. He slid the white instrument across the wound, spreading his blood about it and then held his arm over several of the girl’s wounds to allow his blood to drip into her. Lance surrendered the feather to him and he drove it into the girl’s stomach. Blood and a muted screech escaped her mouth before falling silent, the turning black in color just as the girl’s skin had, absorbing the color from both she and Cocoa, who fell over sideways, and was unconscious. Both Raven and Lance watched as Cocoa’s body melted away from his human form, leaving the well known cat figure to lay on its own.

Raven took Cocoa’s limp body her arms and held him as Lance peeled away what was left of the small redhead’s clothing, unlaced the wing he used to clothe himself, not wanting Raven to spend the night cold in the back of a moving vehicle. He laced the feathers around the girl, and shared his right wing with Raven, the two of them naked beneath it. Raven scooted as close to him as possible more to keep him warm than herself, placing Cocoa in her lap as she positioned herself to lean against Lance, who was covered in blood. No one spoke for the following two and half hours till they had come to a small rest stop on an interstate. The vehicle was pulled into a Best Western Hotel, Boman being the only person to leave the vehicle to purchase several days and nights worth of stay. Boman knew something the rest of them didn’t. He wouldn’t share his information until they were all secure into a one room two bed suite. During the time Boman had done this, Donna had wanted to escape them, seeing that Lance may be wasn’t a creature from this world, sporting shape shifting wings and a serpent’s tail, and a man who had melted into a form of a sleeping cat, she had concluded that she was trapped in a vehicle with psychos and freaks of nature, she hadn’t dared to escape, even when Boman had returned to secourt them all to the paid room. She was too shocked and scared to stay with them, but mortified at the possibility of being eaten alive anywhere else. She’d take her chances with the freaks.

Lance hadn’t bothered himself about some of the residents and custodians viewing him as he paraded through the halls naked, he’d be pissed if anyone gazed upon Raven’s body but himself. She walked beside him with Cocoa in her arms, becoming pissed that people gazed at him. Boman opened the door to room B17, a room over looking the parking lot, the van covered in blood from they’re escape, but he’ll worry about that the following day. He stood aside to let them all in, Raven lay Cocoa on one of the pillows and Donna moved to the furthest position of the room, sitting on the bed in front of the closet. Lace lay the girl under the covers of the first bed, next to Cocoa. They had no change of clothing nor any other accessories of that matter. Boman had locked and chained the door, turning to see fear and fury in Donna’s eyes.

She stood, directing her attention at everyone. “WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON!”

Raven was still out of it. She felt as if she didn't know who she was anymore. She had lost her coven, now under the hands of her son. She was covered on blood. Dead blood by the looks of it. What was going on here? She looked around, but all she could see was a blurred vision of excitement. Next thing she knew she was back in her old home, in a meeting with her first coven group. She could even feel the Irish wind on her skin. Her son was there just to her left, her number two, and her first lover on her right, her number three. She had come to form her coven when lost vampires needed a home. About fifty of her kind lived in her house. Then one day, her lover attempted to over throw her, and he was cast out into the sun at dawn. She lost about another five brethren that way. Her son comforted her. He told her of the coven elders he had heard of while in Paris. She wrote to these Elders in hopes that they would realize that the thirteenth Elder was there in Ireland. Finally, on St. Patrick's Day of the next year she received a letter back, telling her to come home. There was a spot waiting for her at the Coven table. And so she made her way there. Her coven followed her willingly. The Symphony de Vampires was home at last. She took her place as the final Elder in the Coven.

She heard yelling. She shook her head and snapped out of her reverie. The female, Donna was her name, was yelling at the three of them. Though it looked to be more directed at Bowman. Raven stepped up towards her. " I don't know just as much as you do. I'm so lost right now. I don't even know who I am anymore." Raven sat on one of the beds in the room. The looked up and looked at Cocoa's limp body. She petted him gently feeling his body move up and down with his shallow breathing. Things were all a nightmare. What was going on here? Why did she feel so different? She didn't even have the want to feed anymore, though she knew that she needed to. She wanted a nice rare steak that that point. She looked over at the standing form of Lance. What was going through his mind right then? Was he worried, scared? Did he wonder what was going to happen to them like she did? She tried to block out Donna's yelling, but it was too much. Her eyes closed as she fell asleep and dreamed.

She reamed of a past time. After one hundred years of being in the coven, the eldest vampire, Bradanio, came to her after a regular meeting. " Raven," he said, " You are the next eldest vampire, and the one to take my place when I go into the fire. You lead your coven with a firm hand, and strong wit. I know that you will do the same for this one." He had patted her back, and led her to his home where they had made love that night. That was the problem with her being the only female Elder. She always had felt used afterwards. She knew that sleeping with the eldest was the reason she was frowned upon in the coven by most other vampire elders. She always tried to speak her mind at meetings, but she never was able to get across to any of them but the eldest ones. That's when Lance came in. He was a random point in her life that she'd never forget. The only time she had felt true desire and lust. Her morality was useless when they met. She had wanted him more then anyone she had ever been with, mortal or eternal. She fell in love with him. She knew that he was her blood mate.

Lance watched as Donna became more and frantic in the corner where she stood. Fear was all over her expression as her gaze darted about everyone else’s. She had focused and directed her question at Boman, who terrified her the most in the room. Raven had answered Donna with a response that only repeated Donna’s question with less fear and confusion. Lance watched as she lay on the bed, her legs hanging off the end of it, the string leading from the back of her coat to the back Lance, it looked quite faint to him. She had instantly fallen asleep. Lance didn’t want her sleep now, there was so much that needed to be explained and he didn’t want to have to repeat anything to her. He hadn’t protested or tried to wake her though, but instead, moved to sit next to her.

Boman had a hand over his face, a gesture of uncertainty and reluctance to comply. “Why did I have to be stuck to answer questions?” he muttered to himself.

Lance, since coming out of his sleep, hadn’t realized how much had happened between last night and this night. Everything was happening so fast now, he didn’t know how to make it all out. This realization hit him when he had realized that Boman, who had just tried to kill him a day or two ago, was standing in a low-cost hotel room with him looking paranoid. “Boman,” he began, looking down at Raven. She looked so sound to him, he wanted to touch her, but didn’t want to interrupt her sleep. “What happened? Why are we here? And what were those things that attacked that place we were just at? And why did you save us?” Lance remembered seeing Harres and some of his coven brethren, and Boman had helped to kill Jansen. Now he stood before him as an ally.

Boman looked to Lance, then to Donna who had just returned her gaze to him. He sighed. “Why me?” He muttered again. “Cocoa was always better at these sort of things.”

“You speak of Cocoa like he is a friend.”

“That’s because he is a friend,” Boman said, he could see Lance getting worked up and decided to sit where he stood with his arms and legs crossed. He thought for a moment. “Do you remember what you did to her?”

Lance looked at Raven again. She was lying in the exact same position which she had when he ran her trough. She didn’t have that defeated and helpless appearance she had before. She looked so homely and inviting to him. “Yeah, that was just a few minutes ago, right? How can I not remember-”

“No, that was a little more than a month ago.” Boman said, watching Donna as she moved to sit on the next bed, but continued to distance herself from them all.

“What?”

“Yes, a month ago. I don’t fully understand what it is you did to her, but what ever it was, it put you both into a coma for a little over a month.”

“How? How could I have been in a coma for a month? I just fought you like two days ago?” It was hard for Lance to believe Boman, he didn’t actually trust him and automatically assumed that he may be deceiving him. “Now you’re saying I’ve been out of it for this long? And that building, where were we?”

“Harres’s estate,” Boman answered. “The night you rescued Lady Raven, you passed out from having that serum seep into your hand and it spread through your body. You passed when Harres showed up and he had you and Lady Raven taken and treated at his mansion in the hills two hours from the suburbs and the city. When you first passed out though, it was because of the serum, which put you out for a night. When you attacked Lady Raven-“

“I didn’t attack her…”

“My apologies, when you… changed her, you ended up putting the both of you into a coma for a little over a month. What exactly transpired between the two of you then is a complete mystery to me. That information you will have to retrieve from her.” Boman nudged his head in Donna’s direction who instantly tensed at the mention of her person.

“So you’re telling me that I, me and my mistress-” Lance had paused for a moment, catching what he himself had just said. He was so used to addressing Lady Rokyo as his mistress that he had given Raven that increment. He continued, watching his words carefully. “Raven and I were in a coma for a month, in the Harres mansion or estate, what ever you wanna call it. So now, my question is what the hell were those things that attacked that party?”

“That wasn’t a party, that was Harres’s covenant Bluegrass Unity Coven. Although, staff of the household were all human, including Donna here.”

Donna’s fear was confirmed, she was surrounded by man-eating freaks, beast from what she had seen from Boman. Donna already had the notion in her mind of not living long enough to see the sun rise, so she decided to pry for information. “So then if the staff is all human, then what does that make you then?” She stood, backed into the corner with tears in her eyes.

“I… am a Lyken,” Boman said. Donna’s expression had gone from fear to straight confusion.

“A lyken,” she repeated in total disbelieve. “As in a werewolf?” the possibility of such horror stories told to kids and displayed in movies actually existing was absurd. But then again, in the van escaping the estate, the form which Boman had displayed… She slid down the wall landing hard on her a**. To think she had fell in love with a beast of fiction, slept with him too, and not having been able to take a pregnancy test, she was made completely unsure if she bore an abomination within her. She began to cry. “How long?” Donna asked between sobs. She tried to squeeze herself into every existing space in the corner. “How long have you been like this?”’

Boman didn’t want to do this to her, but lying wasn’t going to help the situation. He had decided to tell her the truth. “Eighty years.” Donna was mortified. Boman hadn’t bothered to tell her this and they had been intimate. Donna would have never looked at the man, or beast, if she had known this. “Donna... I-“

“******** you!” She was screaming now with tears streaming down her face. “******** you! And stay the ******** away from me you monster!”

Lance could see the hurt in Boman’s expression, knew her words stabbed at him like sabors. There wasn’t enough room in this particular suite. Boman stood and Donna instantly tried to retreat into the wall. He had walked to the door, stopped before existing as to announce his intentions. “I’m getting a bigger room. Lance, don’t let her escape.”

Boman stepped out and Lance looked over to Donna. He could only see portions of her body from where he sat since she lay in her spot sobbing. She looked up at him then, saw his crimson eyes studying her. “And what the hell are you?” she asked with no respect in her voice, the harshness in her tone making her voice sound crackled.

Lance looked to Raven, who had turned in her sleep, facing the opposite direction from him. He ran a hand softly down her face, feeling how warm she was. He knew something had happened between himself and Raven, because of the simple fact that she was indeed warm. If what Boman had told him was true, then Lance himself was always cold, but now, he could feel heat emanating from her. He opened his wing of tranquility which he kept in the form of a bathrobe around her to shield her exotic body from everyone but himself. As the feathers parted, she had turned to lay flat on her back. He traced a path from her nose to her lips, down her neck, across her chest, his fingers gliding lightly between her breasts and continued down her stomach. He lead his fingers all the way to the part of her body where he had been most intimate with her, his had slipped between her thighs, his fingers easing over her soft gender, a soft and most inviting moan escaped her breath. She was warm everywhere and Lance was pretty sure he was the same. She had shifted under his touch, tightening her legs around the warmth of his hand. “I’m not sure anymore,” he answered. He was distracting himself, easing the stress from Boman’s information and the nights more tragic events. He shouldn’t distract himself though, knowing that there may come a possibility where he may need to defend the two of them, even in his current weakened state. He wanted to take her again for a second time, but knew he couldn’t. He slowly removed his hand from his teasing. He was leaning over to kiss her when his eyes caught Donna’s, forgetting for an instant that she was in the room. He pulled away from Raven, lacing his wing around her. “Sorry.”

“You’re a ******** monster just like him!” Donna exclaimed.

“Not really, I was human, but I don’t remember anything about my past though.”

“Ooh, that makes me feel real comforted.” Donna’s attitude and sarcasm was starting to bother Lance.

“Ma’am, I understand that you are having a hard time trying to believe all this, with it happening so fast. Much of it I don’t necessarily understand myself, but please realize that you are part of the team now.”

“My a**!”

Boman had returned then. “Lets go, we have a bigger room on the fifth floor, also overlooking the parking lot,” he said as he went to pick up Cocoa.

Lance didn’t trust him still, his tail shooting up to block Boman from reaching Cocoa. Boman didn’t deny him the right or protest for that matter. He backed away, now looking at Donna. “May you accompany us?”

“Hell no!”

Lance wanted be cleaned, wanted to lay with Raven, but he didn’t need Donna holding them up. He turned to her. “If you don’t comply, we’ll be forced to kill you.”

Boman didn’t like the fact that Lance was threatening her, but he played along with his scheme to gain her cooperation. “Donna, you’re one of us now. One of the team, and the only way you leave the team is through death. We are all now trapped in a complex situation here.”

“********… Off!”

Lance was getting impatient. He extended his tail to the black docter, who instantly became hysterical, and bounded her hands together. “No one here has any intentions of hurting you.” He said as she began screaming. Boman walked over to her. She became ecstatic then, he raised a hand, bringing it down to the base of her neck. Donna’s entire body went limp. Lance was amazed that Raven hadn’t woken from her sleep. Boman took Donna into her arms and carried her to the door as Lance undid the wing around himself and used it to carry Cocoa and the small redhead child, the both of them completely black in color. He’d have to travel the halls naked again. As they left, some of the neighboring guests were standing outside their rooms in speculation of the screaming.

“What’s going on? Are you Kidnapping those people?” It probably did look odd to others outside their situation. Two dark skinned men carrying women and a little girl down the hall, probably was something that security should know about. Lance thought fast in his response.

“Partying at the Sheraton Hotel, last night of our stay. I told her not to go taking those damn drugs. She started hallucinating and passed out, luckily.” Lance spoke as they were passing the other guest.

“Then why are you naked?”

“Lost my clothes on the highway.”

They were settled into a much larger and more expensive suite. This suite came with the accommodations of two bedrooms, one sporting two beds (a kid’s room) and a master suite. There was a hot tub in the master bedroom, a dinning room, living room, and kitchen, a closet next to the bathroom, and a laundry room. Lance had carried Cocoa, Raven, and the child to the master suite as Boman laid Donna on one of the kid’s bed. Lance got the hot tub running, waiting for the water to fill and heat up a little. He had completely unlaced his wings from those he carried, taking Raven into his arms and setting her into the tub as Boman walked in. She was still sleep even as the water consumed her body. Lance joined her, easing his body under the bubbles as Raven moved to lay on him. Her a** was in his lap and her back pressed to his torso. Boman stood by the door, stepping to the side to sit with his legs crossed.

“I still have more questions,” Lance told him, breathing in Raven’s hair. He had placed his arms around her to keep her positioned on top of him.

“Okay,” Boman said after a pause.

“What were those things that attacked the mansion?”

Boman thought for a moment, searching his mind for the best possible output. “Those gules were once people of various status and race. A third of them were Human, the other two thirds were a mixture of vampires and lykens who were stuck in the phase. They’ve all been exposed to a larger source of the serum I had given you well over a month ago. From the looks of things, the serum is much more concentrated and has many more compounds added to it.”

“So what is it for? Isn’t it supposed to be some kinda chemical warfare material developed for the Fido Project?”

“Technically, the Fido Project is only a cover-up for the serum’s real intentions.” Lance eyed Boman questionably. Boman had explained about the different chemicals which had been developed over the past fifteen years under Lady Rokyo’s funding. He had told Lance of the incidents of Raccoon City and Silent Hill (Virginia) and how they related to tonight’s events. It had been the same information relayed by Cocoa to Lady Raven. Boman had stood once his explanation was complete and left to check on Donna in the kid’s room. Lance took that opportunity to glance over to Cocoa and the girl. He looked down to Raven then. She had her head back on is left shoulder, her face pressed against his neck, breathing him in. Her lips were parted slightly and he planted a deep, long, and desirable kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. She was so irresistible to him, he couldn’t get enough of her in a night. Raven arched her back, pressing herself to him as his hands rapped her peaceful body, sliding his fingers about her gender and nipples, seeking pleasure inside her. More groans of delight and sharp intakes of breaths escaped her, feeding into his ear. He was becoming aroused all over again. She had moved in her sleep again, this time lay with her face berried into the crook of his neck. Lance slid down a bit, just low enough so that his head could rest on the inner edges of the hot tub, and so Raven could lay comfortably on him. Most of their bodies were submerged beneath the warm water and the bubbles of the bath wash. He be began to grope her a** with both hands when Boman had returned from checking on Donna, making sure that she was still unconscious. Lance hadn’t halted his perversion on Raven when Boman entered, they’re kind had no personal discretion, plus the fact which her body was hidden beneath the bubbles. He brought her legs up to either side of him, the stiffness of his burning need to be inside her again was pressed on her pink innocence, coming up between her a**.

Boman repositioned himself in his previous sitting position. Lance kept his gaze on his lover before him, the sound of her labored breathing calming him from any panic that he may still be experiencing. “So what is it she’s after?” He asked, picking up from where the conversation had been paused. “What is it that she’s trying to gain?”

“Eternal life, more or less.” Boman watched Lance fanes Raven beneath the suds. He remembered doing the same to Donna, but that wasn’t going to happen now or possibly ever again. Lance’s notion hadn’t bothered him, though there was one major fact which Boman wanted to apologize for, but found it to be a particular subject that he didn’t want raised at the moment. He eyed Raven with regret and sheer embarrassment. He had enjoyed it to some degree. That memory just a month ago would have been something he’d have shared over a feeding frenzy with some friends, now that he had come to like Lance and Raven, despite the fact that the two of them had been in a coma and have had no direct confrontation with him. The memory sickened him to the pits of his stomach. He kicked the thought aside when Lance spoke again.

“So everything that has happened now, everything, is because one woman wants to live forever?” Lance was smiling as he spoke, but knew this was no laughing matter. The experiments which Lady Rokyo had conducted in various facilities around the world were affecting everyone. Lance knew that Lady Rokyo knew exactly what she was doing, and as usual, really didn’t give a damn about it. “Has she obtained what she wanted or is it still in development?”

“Well,” Boman started. “There is one final ingredient she needs to complete her formula. I wonder how fortunate I am to have gotten my hands on it first.”

Lance looked to him then. “Well? What is it? You have it now?”

“Yes, I have it now. I’m looking at it.”

Lance studied his expression, then out of sheer curiosity, looked to the mirror just to his left. What he saw stunned him. His eyes were not grey, they were crimson, like Raven’s. He tried to sit up to better study the image in the large mirror but found to be disturbing Raven’s rest. He settled back o his position and continued to stare at what little was reflected of him. Though, it wasn’t just the fact that his eyes had been changed in color, but it was the fact that he actually had a reflection. He could Raven as well, and that bothered him to some extent. Vampires don’t carry reflections of their being, yet he could see the two of them just as he could see Boman behind him. He turned back to Boman. “What the hell did that serum do to me? Was it the final ingredient?”

“Like I said to you before, information about what the chemical had done to you, you’ll have to ask Donna about it, but I highly doubt you’ll get answers anytime soon.” Boman answered, his eyes cutting to the child on the bed. He wanted to ask who the child was, but that question could wait till another day. “One thing is for certain though, any changes to your eyes or body, including Raven’s, is because of you. What ever ritual you preformed on her had made the two of you some what the same, but as I said, you gotta ask Donna for the details. As for you having a reflection, it is assumed between Cocoa, Donna, and I, that this particular change or gain was brought by the serum. It changed you somehow, made you a little… more.”

“What do you mean more?”

“Ask Donna for those details because I don’t understand them either.”

“And why are you telling me this?”

“Because we are on the same side now. We… are a team.”

Lance only looked at Boman with uncertainty. Why Boman considered them to be allies now was still a lost detail to him. “Why?”

“Several of the Coven Elders have been against the Fido Project from the very beginning. Although the research conducted was to create chemical and bio warfare to eliminate my kind, some of those who help to support and fund the project have speculated a deeper purpose. From there, investigations had been conducted by some members of the board, Harres having part in this as well, to dig for information among the various laboratories. Some of the World Elders of the vampire Coven had also had speculations and decided to let the smaller factions uncover information, hence Lady Rokyo’s discovered quest to create an Elixir of Eternal Life. Now, based on the previous information which I have told you, we have come to find out that all these ingredients has been passed to a single host, which she will use to create the Elixir.”

“A host, as in a person, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“So I take it that a name for this host hasn’t been discovered yet?”

“No, we have a name. This person used to be human, has no recollection of his past and is a walking freak of nature.” Boman was beaming at him.

Lance had actually stopped his fondling on Raven to digest his words. Anyone under experimentation would technically be human, a person with no past, and is a walking freak of nature. “You’re not talking about-”

“Yes… I am.”

“But how could that be? There’s no way Lady Rokyo would-“

The sound of struggles and Donna’s screams came to them. Boman was up and about before Lance had realized what he was hearing. Boman was just pulling the master bedroom’s door open when he had realized that Donna was being held with an arm secured behind her and her hair being grasped by hands Boman recognized. This beautiful woman, light skinned with her long blond hair tied into a thick ponytail, her blue eyes locking with Boman’s and her smile grew even wider. “Hey sweet heart? How you been?” Boman couldn’t believe this bullshit. His ex-girlfriend Bekka had Donna detained. “Excuse the intrusion, but I caught her dialing security.”

“The hell are you doing here?” Boman exclaimed with fury and shock in his voice.

“Why, I’m here to assist you,” she said, forcing Donna forward and letting her go once she was in the master suite. “By the way, you really should teach this b***h of yours how to keep secrets.” Bekka ran her tongue up Donna’s neck before letting her go. Donna, once free, had ran to the opposite side of the bed, closest to the window. She sank into the corner and began to cry, her fear of everyone over whelming her. Bekka smile widened. She looked over to Lance and instantly became pissed.

Lance remembered this woman, when he had first seen her, she stood guard to Jansen’s quarters in Grid Iron Manner. She was naked then with all her scars and battle wounds in full display. Now, however, with her being fully groomed and dressed, she was quite a sight to see, despite the clothing she sported that evening; camouflage plants and a black t-shirt displaying the words “I-EAT-MEN” in white. Lance, too, became pissed at the sight of her. She stepped toward him.

“Bekka,” Boman said with warning in his tone. “He is on our side.”

She mad a disapproving sound in responce, kneeling to be at eye level with him. “I remember you clearly, you wanted to fight me when we took that b***h of yours.” Boman already didn’t like where this was going. He could see Lance going into his kill mode. “And her… Ah yes, the slut!” She said this with a delightful tone, as if Raven were an enjoyable memory. “She was some real fun. I especially liked eating Boman’s c** out of her a**!”

“WHAT?!!!” Raven shifted under Lance’s exclamation but didn’t wake. This was the exact topic Boman did not one to discuss. “Lance glanced down at Raven and shot a cold stare to the lykens. “You did WHAT TO HER?!!!” His whisper was harsh and the danger and the promise of death could both heard and felt in his tone. He wanted to stand, but refused to disturb Raven’s sleep.

Bekka’s head was next to Lance’s now, peering down the suds to Raven’s lean figure. She smile as she gazed happily into the death filled eyes of Lance. “Oh yes, every single liken in that complex got a piece of her sweet a**.” As she said this, she wrapped her arms around Lance whispering into his ear. Lance couldn’t hear Boman shouting at her, but just starred into Bekka’s eyes with hatred. “And you know what? She tastes so good. I bet you’d know from us marinating her.” She put her arms around him, hugging him as if he were a significant other. Lance treid to move his arms, tried to force her away, but the effort was different than trying to move an office building. He was way too weak to fight her off. He had awaken from his slumber just hours ago, and judging from his puny state compared to what he had witness of Raven back at the mansion, he had concluded that it may take as much as a full week to fully recover to his former state. So against these two lykens, he was completely defenseless… and the three of them knew it. Bekka ran a hand though Raven’s hair as she spoke, pressing her face against Lance’s teasing him. Lance had noticed a certain scent in the air now, emanating from Bekka, it attacked his lust and drove his arousal insane. Lance could see, and feel, this effect in Raven as well. She moved under him, her breathing became shorter, anticipating him to enter her. Boman moved to grab Bekka, but she brought up a leg and kicked him hard in his leg, sending him backward and leaving him unable to stand for the moment. Before Boman had attempted to retireve Bekka, Lance shot a glace of plea to him, but saw in Boman’s expression that he too was having difficulty resisting Bekka’s seductive scents.

“Mmmm…” Bekka moaned, rubbing her face to Lance’s. He couldn’t do anything but hold on to Raven, she was the only thing keeping Lance from giving into his unwanted desire to be seduced by the lyken. Bekka grabbed his chin ever so lightly to turn his head and slid her tongue into his mouth. She was defeating his pride and structure without violence, and this ability of her’s put unthinkable fear into Lance’s heart. She could destroy his relationship with Raven if she wanted, but Lance had some unexplainable doubt about that thought. There was a reason for her doing this to him, but he couldn’t think of reason as to what and or why. He couldn’t think, for that matter, with him willingly licking Bekka’s tongue. Bekka broke their kiss for a moment to undress. It was during this time that Lance put his full concentration into his love for Raven, starring down upon her face, which was tilted up to him, waiting for his lips to meet her’s. He didn’t however, not wanting the taste of a lyken in her. Somehow, Lance found a tad bit of resistance to Bekka as he studied Raven. He kept his arms locked around her so she wouldn’t be disturbed by movement, knew she wouldn’t wake being safe in his arms. He only wished that were the true circumstance. During the gap in this sexual torture, he began to wonder why Raven hadn’t awaken during these personal intrusions. It was made highly possible that when she over exerted herself killing gules at the mansion, the action must have taken a toll on her recovery and may have existed her. I she were awak, she may be able to take out Bekka and defend him, however, for some odd reason, the idea that Bekka being more powerful, than Raven, maybe himself, and maybe even Boman, dawned on him, feeding to his fear of her. Bekka had gotten down to on her knees and wrapped her arms around Lance once again, looking over her should at Boman who was getting to his feat, pure anger in his expression. “Boman,” she said with authority ringing in her tone. “Come here and ******** you mistress hard.”

Lance could see Boman shaking from the reflection in the mirror, though not of excitement, but of anger. “Bekka, this isn’t the-“

Bekka turned and gave him a crushing look. “How have I told you to address me?”

Boman’s anger left him. He had never wanted for Lance to learn of such a weakness. Boman felt mortified that had no choice but to obey her, she owned him after all and there was no way to get out of such captivity. He looked to Lance who was just as trapped as he. Boman bowed his head in obedience. “As you wish you little slut.”

Bekka loved to be addressed in such an unclean and disrespectful manner. The reason being was always unclear to Boman. He grabbed her by the waist as she spoke. “If that little b***h of yours tries to escape,” she said as Donna tried to edge her way around the bed to escape the freak show, and possibly the country at that matter. “Then I want you to ******** her face till her ******** head falls off!” Donna had caught the threat and retreated back into the corner. There was no way she had wanted to sit in during their orgies. She wanted no part of this.

Boman obeyed Bekka’s command and trusted himself into her. The cry of pleasure she gave was screamed into Lance’s ear as she rubbed her face against his. There was no way Raven could sleep through this. Bekka reach below the surface of the suds and water, planting a finger deep into Raven’s a**s, and planted long hard kisses on her mouth. Lance didn’t know what to do under Raven’s moans of delight. She though Lance was making love to her, and he wasn’t. This freedom Bekka had over him was crushing his pride as well as his very image. He gazed upon the beautiful blond exchanging tongues with his sleeping lover, who moaned under his neck. Tears were coming to his eyes now. He had imagined what anger and fury would stimulate his mind to see her mutilated, but to witness her rapped as he held her in place, as if he were offering, no… inviting his enemies to pleasure themselves.

The realization of it made him hate himself. He didn’t want to be with her now, he was betraying her simply because he was weak. He didn’t have an excuse, forgetting he was no where near recovering. And what if Raven realizes that she’s not the one crying with joy? he though as Bekka began kissing his neck. Boman was screwing her violently and she vented the pleasure in his ear. Lance wished at that moment, that Raven would awake from her undisturbed slumber and kill him for his betrayal. Bekka’s arousing scent was purring from her by the gallons now, both Boman and Lance were completely under her spell. Lance couldn’t help but to fornicate with Raven while she slept over him, he guided himself into her and tried with all will he had to seduce her as slowly and softly as possible. He was only successful at it some of the time.

An hour or so had past and Boman had released his final batch into Bekka just as Lance released his last into Raven. He had slumped over Bekka, breathing hard as she gasped for breath in Lance’s ear. She had her arms around him as if he’d been the one screwing her vigorously, nibbling on his ear. Lance was overly exhausted, he held Raven with one arm as her breathing became labored again, she hadn’t waken not once during the festivity, he kissed Bekka, still under the spell of her perfumed scent.

She had broken their kiss to address Boman. “Boman-” He was up and out the room before she could finish her sentence. She had humiliated him in front of the blood traitor he was supposed to be aiding, he felt he had left both his character and his pride in Bekka. She smiled when he ignored him, knowing that Boman loved having her from the back. She faced Lance again and landed another kiss on his lips. Lance was gone mentally, the natural scent of her attraction clouded his mind for the moment, but he’d be back to himself when he awakes the next morning. Well, at least until Raven killed him, assuming that she may be able to recollect the night’s more desirable events.

Lance broke the kiss. “I don’t love you,” he whispered softly to her, looking away. His guilt was so overwhelming at the moment as well, knew it would be with him for a very long time. Lance was shaking, badly, and the next morning and night it would only get worse. He continued his sincerity to Bekka. As he spoke, he had been running his hand though her hair. “I don’t love you Bekka, I don’t even like you. I enjoy tasting you though, and I will admit that. I had enjoyed the taunting you did to me. I liked having you molest me, and molesting her. It is because of that lust for you (he willingly gave her one last long and deep kiss), that I WILL KILL YOU…”

“No you won’t,” Bekka stated smiling, giving him a long lick from the base of his neck to the side of his face. “But your girlfriend here is more than willing to try if she so wishes in due time.” She moved, propping herself next to him. She guided his head into the full of her large and firm breast, moving herself as well as Lance so that his face slid around her tits. His arousal fed into Raven again, pumping more liquid heat into her. This was exactly what Bekka wanted to happen. She reach over Raven, pulling Lance out of the sleeping beauty and force three fingers inside her passion. Lance put a kiss to Raven’s gasp as to quiet her and to steady her shifting over him as Bekka fingered her slowly and softly. She came up, returning Lance’s face to her bosom as his mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking and licking with wanting, the scent of her spell no longer emanating from her, but lingered heavily still. Bekka had but her molesting fingers into her mouth, taking in the taste oh Raven and Lance in one shot. There is something different about these two beings, Bekka thought to herself. The taste, the sensation in her mouth, was transformed into waves of heat and pleasure throughout her body. They didn’t taste of anything she had ever sampled. His c** with hers was so memorizing, so plentiful in flavor, it caused her toes to curl and the rush of hormones and lust up her body, made her c** on herself, also spewing milk for Lance to drink. “Yes… that’s right! Learn my scent!” she begged. Bekka fell toward him, feeding him her tank of calcium, squeezing the breast he fed so vigorously on while she stifled her plea of release with her fingers, licking and sucking every once of the lover’s flavors from them. Milk escaped his mouth as he sucked harder while once again groping Raven’s butte. She had moved from him then, looking quite pleased with herself. “You two taste too much alike,” she said, still licking her fingers. “I can’t tell your scent from hers, or your taste. Looks like I’ll have to get you two alone and privately so I can learn to track you when needed. But~” she dragged getting to her feet and moving to the far and of the master bed. “There is one more person I need to learn if we’re all going to be such good friends.” She spoke with playful sarcasm, standing over Donna who had been pleasuring herself behind the bed. Apparently, she was seduced by Bekka’s spell as well. Bekka took a position on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide, smiling down at Donna, who had began to cry again. “Okay sweet heart,” Bekka began, speaking softly and calmly. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and I do prefer the hard way.” She gave Donna such a loving and lustful look. “Now, give me your face, it’s time you had an early breakfast.” Donna obeyed not wanting to experience the contents of the hard way. She got to her knees and pressed her face into her thighs, her tongue feasting within Boman’s remains. Bekka held her with fists full of hair, forcing her face deeper between her. “You… belong to me now, keep that in mind and I won’t be tempted to kill you.”

How come Raven never breast fed him? Lance though though, swallowing the last of Bekka’s milk. Lance had lost all his sense when he fed on her nipples. His head tilted downward toward Raven, his eyes closed. I bet she’d be much sweeter than this. Somehow, the mental mentioning of her name alone made him realize how deeply he had allowed himself to be consumed by Bekka’s spell. The recollection of his betrayal to her hit him like a wrecking ball. How would he explain his enjoyment to Raven? Would she forgive him? After all, he had been under a spell, but then he had enjoyed himself. He knew, somehow, he knew Raven knew of everything that had just happened. Maybe it would seem like a crazy nightmare or fantasy dream, making love to Lance in a pool with other strangers doing the same. A crazy sex pool dream. Either way, Lance probably would be questioned about this so called dream. Lance had decided then, out of his love for her, for Raven, he would lie, telling her he had the same or a similar dream, and it may be possible that they had sex in their sleep. Even though his decision was final, his hurt plunged into the darkness of regret and deceit, the pain of his very own notion striking tears into his eyes once more. Why did he feel so deeply for her, he wouldn’t understand. In all honesty to him, he really didn’t need a reason because he had concluded at the mansion on this very same night, he had made love to her so passionately over the baby grand piano. It was that mental observation that caused him to break, putting a hand over his eyes to hide himself from his surroundings. Raven had to have remembered him killing her, stabbing her with a part of his very own being. There was no possible way she could forget, no way she couldn’t remember and yet… Raven had accepted him… again… and she didn’t have nor needed a reason…





- Three Hours Later -





The sun shown brightly through the open curtains, beaming on the four who lay under the covers. Cocoa and the little girl were still consumed in darkness, the color of it still clear in her skin. Lance hadn’t slept not a minute since his false actions the previous night. The sun was beaming against his back, creating a burning sensation unaccompanied by death. He had ever intention of giving his life to the sun for his crimes against his love, but the sun refused to take him and it made him feel even more pain. Raven slept ever peacefully next to him, the two of them lying in a spooned position, his arm around her to hold her close. Lance needed her to keep him sane now, but the guilt and regret driving him away from her. He had remembered what Bekka had said before she had taken Donna into her lustful captivity. She was going to pleasure herself once again with each of them to learn their scent. Lance berried his face into the base of Raven’s neck, taking in a large amount of her hair and skin. He knew now what Bekka ment, he couldn’t distinguish Raven from himself, but there was a difference between the two and it would take long to learn that difference.

Boman had come into the room shortly after Bekka had taken Donna to the other bedroom. He had intentionally opened the curtains as wide as possible. Lance hadn’t mind, he was going to do the same. But now the sun danced on his back, raising questions that needed to be asked, questions that Boman said could only be answered by Donna. Lance carefully slipped out of bed, gliding his way to the kid’s bedroom as his tail dragged along the carpet. He opened the door to find everyone asleep except Boman, who, like Lance, had had his ego and pride crushed by a whore. Boman lay on his side, starring at the wall away from everyone else. He hadn’t slept either. Lance could feel his anger emanating from the beast. Lance looked to Donna, who slept with Bekka. The two shared a bed, lying in the same position which he and Raven had, dried tears visible on her face, the both of them still naked.

Lance hadn’t wanted to disturb they’re sleep, so he had closed the door and stepped into the kitchen. For the oddest of reasons, he had the strangest longing for water, instead of blood. He had found the refrigerator to be empty, so he fixed himself a glass of sink water and drank as he headed back to the master bedroom. The water, streaming down his throat produced a sensation foreign to him. Even as he gulped the natural liquid, he could still taste Bekka’s milk in his mouth. He nearly dropped the cup as the guild overwhelmed him. He had a trembling hand on the door knob, not wanting to confront his fear of Raven. He waited a moment, taking deep breaths to calm himself. This is my fault, he thought slowly. I might as well deal with it. I don’t have a choice. He silently hoped she would forgive him, she’d still be asleep, but as he walked into the room, he found her to be sitting, patting Cocoa’s limp body in attempts to brighten or ease her own mood, studying both he and the red head little girl. Lance caught her attention as he entered.

When the orgy began, Raven's dream was interrupted by a past she hoped to be a nightmare. She remembered being chained up on all fours like a dog. Lykins all around her. One male, the leader of the pack, made his way over to her. He ripped off her clothes, and proceeded to lick her a** and finger her p***y.One by one each dog had its way with Raven. Each one would come back for more of her a**. She was mouth ********, a** ********, vaginal ********, and sometimes all three at once. She was feeling more degraded by the second. Part of her enjoyed it, but yet she was being raped, and who could enjoy that? She even felt the sensations as if they were really happening to her at that moment instead of in a dream. Once or twice a female Lykin had come by and groped her. She licked her c**t and made Raven orgasm against her own violation. There was a male Lykin she recognized but couldn't place the face. He came and slapped her face, and slid his c**k into her open mouth. He mouth ******** her till he came. He forced her to swallow every last drop of his semen. She gagged and threw up. This brought more beatings.

For an hour she was allowed to rest, but once the hour was up they came at her again. Back for more like a fat kid to cake. Again there was that female Lykin, and this time she was joined by the male that she just couldn't place. They tag teamed her alone for a while, then the others joined in. Their hard members sliding into her one after another. Fingers were in her a**, and tounges caressed her c**t and p***y. She never felt so numb in all her long long life. She was untied at that point, the leader of the lykins rolled her onto her back. He forced her legs apart and tasted her, learning all about her.He shoved his member hard into her p***y, and it make her scream in pain. A lykin came running in and announced that Lance was in the building. Raven's heart found new hope. The assault continued. The lykin let his load all over her body. They chained her up again this time up in the air only by her wrists. The semen had dried on her body making her sticky and dirty.

Lance had rescued her, and so her nightmare went white. She woke up then, still naked from last night. She looked around, but there was no one. She got up, and made her way to the other room where she found Coco. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and put him on her lap. She then petted his soft fur, and tried to make her mood better. She heard footsteps in the hallway. It was Lance. She looked at him. "Good morning my lover," She said with out a smile. Her mood was undoubtedly noticed, but she saw the look on Lance's face. " What's wrong Lance? Did something happen after I fell asleep? Did the Lykins come here and attack?" She was full of so many questions. She laid Coco back on the bed, and got up slow.y. She smelled the scent of another woman on him. But she also smelled something, or rather someone familiar. Two familiar scents. The female lykin had been there, and her scent was all over Lance. She looked over Lance's shoulder and saw him. The one lykin that stood out so well, but couldn't place. Bowman!

- Three Hours Earlier –





Boman had succumbed to her command. He had released deep within her as she fondled Raven and molested Lance. He was pulling her by the waist as to reach in the very bowls of Bekka as she moaned her delight. Boman felt humiliated to give into her spellbinding perfume so easily, and didn’t like to submit before another being of power. Once he had filled her, he stood and exited the room feeling low and pissed about it. She had come to him again just to ******** everything over again. The woman really had nothing else better to do. Boman took a seat in the family area. He had his pants in hand and proceeded to put them on. He had sat there thinking about what Bekka had made him do to her. He honestly enjoyed it, even though it made him seem to be weak before Lance.

Forty minutes had gone by, and he was still awake, watching as Bekka came from the room with Donna in hand, tears purring from her face. Her face was moist from pleasuring Bekka between her legs. Bekka was leading her by the hand, smiling at her like a little school girl with a crush. When the two entered the family room, Boman shut his eyes and labored his breathing to be heavy as to assume sleep. Lucky for him, she had passed whispering things to Donna like “I’ve got some things to show you,” and disappeared into the kid’s room. Boman sighed then, relieved about not having to ******** Donna too. Lance had come into the family room some fifteen minutes after Bekka and Donna. He was too weak to polymorph his wings into clothing so he walked about nude, discretion partially lost to those of his kind. He sat on the couch, still shaken for multiple reasons.

Boman could tell Lance didn’t know what to do now. Lance had just awaken from a coma, been attacked by gules, and now he had been rapped by a woman. To Boman, he looked quite distraught. Boman figured that with Lance and his occupation and status, he never had to worry before. He had been the kind of person who had no time to worry about anything other than himself. He fought and hunted Lykens and Vampires as well as other non-human entities which abused their place among the world. He didn’t have family or friends, only orders and he had always met them. Now however, Lance had a worry, and it was beating into him by the minute. Raven is apart of him now and Boman wasn’t sure if Lance really understood that. Many years before Lance had been enslaved into Lady Rokyo’s service, Boman and Azarith had shared many projects together. Lady Rokyo, being Azarith’s fiancé as well as his partner in the labs, she had always found it hard that Azarith would befriend a lyken. The three of them shared a project with various other persons of their similar status in the development of a ritual that could bound a person’s will and body to another. When Boman had been summoned to Lady Raven’s medical room, shortly after Lady Rokyo had gone, Boman had come to find that Lance knew of one of the rituals. He had performed the third method discovered by Boman and his team, a ritual which bounds the performer to a victim instead of the intended victim to performer. Somehow, Lance had done more than just bound himself to Lady Raven, making her his mistress out of love. Boman and his crew understood that the third ritual of “Eternal Binding” is one that requires a strong connection between the performer and the victim. Lady Raven and Lance have that connection, no doubt, but somehow, Lance was able to give her much more than just his will. Based on the analyses taken during his time in a coma, Boman understood that Lance intentions were to give Lady Raven his life and his powers, killing himself for her in the process. Back then, Boman had called the both of them fools for being so wishful and child like as he stood over them in the medical room. They had found each other by accident and assumed that noting in the world could prevent them from being together, they call themselves in love, but they don’t really know what word meant. Looking at the two of them now really didn’t change his opinion of them being fools, but they really were in love. Boman felt uneasy about being next to Lance right now, looking at the young boy shaking nervously. HE had no idea how much older Lady Raven was as compared to him. For all Boman knew, she could be even older then himself.

Lance had turned to him slowly now, a depressed look about him. “Did you?... Really?”

Boman knew exactly what Lance was asking him. “Yes,” he replied, not looking at him, but kept his gaze forward. He knew if the circumstances were different and Lance had his strength, Boman would probably be dead the moment he had uttered the word. But Lance didn’t burst on him, didn't scowl at him, in fact he wasn’t even looking at him.

Lance’s expression was lost in what could be called depression. Lance turned his head away from the liken as to not show his pain. “Did you enjoy her?” He didn’t want to know, but the words forced them selves out.

When Raven was captured, she was supposed to be for Jansen’s amusement as well as Lance’s bait. Bekka had been allowed by Jansen to have her way with the b***h first, since Jansen and Bekka had been steady during the time. Bekka had begun to release her spell as she molested Raven, tonguing her in various places. When she had her fun, Jansen came over and had his way with her a**, ******** her roughly till she bled. Boman, hadn’t wanted any part of it, but with Bekka’s spell strong in the air he had succumbed to unwanted desires and he shared his time with Raven. He, too, had his way with her a**, holding her head up with a fist full of her hair, holding her by her waist with his left hand as he pounded into her with intention of inflicting maximum pain. He released in her, forcing himself as deep in her a** possible. He moved from Raven and Bekka ate his c** from her a**s. The third Lyken leader present had taken his turn with her vaginally. Each one of them had spent a little over forty minutes with her in session before she was tossed to the hounds for play. There was no doubt in Boman’s mind that he had enjoyed abusing Lady Raven, who wouldn’t? Boman was pretty sure that Lance had been in more than once already, and he could digest that Lance couldn’t possibly have enough of her. Lady Raven was a luxury to c** in, and to be able to ******** her often, even once every other month could be considered the dream experience. He, in some ways, envied Lance of her. She had devoted her entire being to him and he the same. She wouldn’t divulge herself in the company of another, she was his. “Yes, I have,” he replied, looking at Lance now, who’s expression had only depended in its negativity.

Lance wanted to hold her now, guilt kicking his gut. It was his fault that she was taken, Raven is his responsibility, not Cocoa’s. How could he have done anything about that? Boman had attacked him the night of the covenant meeting, forcing Lance to dismiss Raven from his company. If anything, he realized now that instead on dismissing her, he could have had Cocoa to fight Boman while he led Raven away. They could have had hot sex in someone’s car or house instead of the two of them being tormented by untimely circumstances. But, the fact that she was here with him, bounded to him by body and soul, actually lifted his mood a little, but not nearly enough to override the guilt of sucking on Bekka’s nipples. He simply had no options of any reaction.

Boman watched him, thinking about the affects of the ritual and what all transpired between Lady Raven and Lance. Lady Raven had a blood representation of her being, not marked upon her person, but its liquid structure and prints were carried throughout her blood. All Leaders of the vampire descent were gifted with this natural ability which allowed them to inadvertently mark those they’ve enslaved as biological ownership. If this was true, then anyone who had formerly served under Lady Raven no longer carried traces of her bio-insignia, but instead, carried those of her son’s. However, there is one person who should have her signature upon his person. He grabbed Lance and pushed him down, holding him in place as he is searched Lance’s nude body. Lance law under his grip hoping upon all hope that he wasn’t going to be rapped, by a dude! Boman located the makings on the small of his neck, just where the spine and the neck connect and join at the back. He released him then. “It isn’t done yet,” he told him.

“What do you mean?” Lance asked, gazing at the lyken with worry. “What isn’t done yet?”

“The ritual,” Boman began to explain. “The purpose of that ritual is to surrender half of your being to another, but you haven’t completed it yet. You have one more part of your person that you have to surrender or Lady Raven could be subject to the aguish and pain of being incomplete, and I guarantee you her body, nor yours, can handle that adjustment.”

Lance was deep in though, wondering what else he could possibly offer to his love. He had given her his life and she had excepted it, he had given her half his being and she has accepted that as well. What could he have possibly missed? “So, then what is it I am supposed to give her? I have already given her my body and my soul, including a portion of my mind, so what else is there?”

Boman studied the dark skinned man beside him, looking about his nakedness. “One of your wings,” he answered.






- Emergency Covenant Meeting –






They were all joined in the large conference room of a major law firm in the middle of the business district. They were all anxious to discuss the night’s events, each of them wanting information from the next. Bradanio took his seat at the head of the conference table. His eyes searched the scoped the room, locating the chair which the woman he fell in love with was supposed to occupy. Bradanio hadn’t noticed that there was another vacant seat missing a few short persons to his left. Harres wasn’t present. Someone unintentionally jarred his attention.

“Like hell do you mean?!” One of the brethrens exclaimed as they all began to shoot they’re arguments.

“The fact that this project is-!”

“Settle down,” Bradanio ordered, not raising his voice so much. The fell silent for a moment until another elder, a long bearded golden haired man spoke.

“This is absord, we cannot keep to this project if we are to live!” Grandol shouted, leaning on the table to emphasize on his words. “We are being hunting like dogs by those we sought to work with-“

“I am informed that this Fido Project, as successful as it is turning out, is only a cover up for a more serious project!” The room was in an uproar with everyone shouting their opinions and debates, Bradanio remained silent.

“Only because we are assumed to be conducting inappropriate experimentations under Lady Rokyo’s supervision! And most of us don’t even know what it is she’s up to!”

“My sources tell me that at least a third of the persons sitting at this very table now know what exactly is going on.”

“Yeah, and I bet Harres is the leak of that information, hence why he isn’t here.”

“I have heard that his household had gone into an uproar earlier tonight before the experimentations of that vaccine Lady Rokyo developed had escaped and raided his estate.”

“Does anyone other than myself find it peculiar that the lab is nearly one hundred and seventy three miles from his estate, yet these creatures originated from a vicinity of his grounds?”

“What ever he Lady Rokyo might have been planning he probably planned to cross her as he does to everyone else!”

“That isn’t the case. I believe those goons were sent there to take out Raven!”

“And what need would that be for? I’m sure we’ve all gotten word that her covenant has been disbanded and hunted for treason!”

“And how do you know she has even committed treason? Wasn’t she not rapped and tortured by lykens?

“How can it not be?! Had Harres just guessed where that lyken would take her when Jansen escaped the yard?” And how had the blood traitor known of the location as well?”

“Both of them were in Lady Rokyo’s employment. What perfect way to bait the only female covenant elder we had, a slut, into running her orgasms with our enemies!”

Bradanio didn’t like where this was going, but he hadn’t raised a change in topic or an opinion. He remained silent and only hope he could endure the torment of this topic. He had indeed fallen in love with her, missing her hypnotic scent and the tenderness of her wet innocence. Raven was a fantasy that only a few could enjoy, however, he didn’t like the fact that she shared that fantasy with about half of the elders here. He knew that Lammeth was the only other who ******** the beautiful maiden as often as he had. Bradanio despised him for it, but the person he hated most was Lance. Lance, who had somehow gotten Raven to devote her entire self to him, forcing her to leave Bradanio. He was getting pissed as he sat thinking about it.

“What makes you think that the next head of the North-Western Regions would just throw away that plausible title? And for what?!”

“Raven was nothing more than a information leek! Harres sold information to who ever was the highest bidder and Raven, well, if you’d finger her good enough she tell anything you’d need to know!”

This got a death glare from Bradanio.

“What the hell makes you think you can make such an out burst and insult to Lady Raven?!”

“Half of you have ******** that skank more than once!”

“That has nothing to do with-“

“It has everything to do with it! There are two lost covenants in this region now, and with the goons everywhere about the outer regions of the city, we have no means of escaping the city.”

“He’s right! The blockade set up every ten to fifteen miles are escape routes to help smuggle the citizens of this city and relocate them. Anything between the blockade that moves whether it be human or not, will be neutralized as presumed to be a threat. Plus, the transaction of moving citizens is only carried during the day, where threats and other creatures as such can be spotted easily.”

“Plus, the death rate of our foreign covenant brethrens are increasing! No thanks to that other damned blood traitor Alucard, and his mistress, head of Hellsing Inc.”

“The Hellsing Corp has already taken out most of Lady Rokyo’s key players in her scheme. This includes the destruction of a research plant devoted to the development of false vampires, which happens to be successful, despite that all of her test subjects were eliminated.”

“Why in the hell would she want to develop fake vampires?”

“Lady Rokyo knows something that we don’t. That would be the only reason she would release those things about the city, to trap us here and eliminate us.”

“Ya know,” said Mika, his Caribbean-Jamaican accent heavy in his tongue. “It’s a real shame none of ya know the real depts of this.” The entire room went still, silence wrapping around Mika’s words. Everyone, including Bradanio, watched the dark skinned man as his dread-locks sued as he spoke.

“Explain,” Bradanio demanded in a low tone.

Mika smiled in amusement. “A bunch of fools you are, always trying the make yourselves more important than you are. These most recent events pertain only to Lady Raven and dat Lance figure. There’s something about those two dat Lady Rokyo wants and she will do anything to get it. She lets these creatures loose to keep dem trapped here for as long as possible, but she knows dey will get out eventually. She knows we will be hunting those two, and she will do everything in her power to make sure that we dun kill them.”

“That’s too damn bad! They are blood traitors and they will be set to the morning’s flame!” There were collective agreements around the table at this statement.

“But what’s so special about the two of them for Lady Rokyo to go through such extremes?”

Mika only smiled. “I cannot say because I don’ know,” He lied. Mika knew all the details. He continued on his information. “But dis was all about Lance at first.” Everyone watched him as if not to miss an action. Mika slouched against his chair, lacing his fingers together. “Lance has something dat Lady Rokyo needs for her plans, but she doesn’t need it right now. What ever dis… factor… is, Lance was able to pass it on or share it with Lady Raven and now Lady Rokyo needs dem both. Dis is a good thing. If we are to stop the plans of Lady Rokyo, we’d have to kill the two blood traitors, though dat is where da problem begins. Finding dem will be difficult, but dey will always be together.” Hearing that truth made Bradanio’s heart sink. “But once da two are found, killing dem will be da biggest problem.”

Bradanio did not appeal the idea of Raven being hunted and killed, nor to the realization that she will always remain with Lance. He thought quickly before he spoke. “Is there anyway that Lady Rokyo may need only one of them to execute her intentions?”

“She may need only one,” Mika answered. “But if it is so, den it should be Lance that be killed. With out the blood traitor, Lady Rokyo cannot follow her goal.”

Bradanio’s heart fluttered a bit, there was still a chance that he could steal back Raven. Though even if she were captured, she’d be executed for her treachery. He could find her, and the two of them could disappear to unknown Caribbean islands where the two of them could be together. He still had hope to be with her, even as he was deep into his wishful dreaming, he regretted ever letter her fall through his fingertips.







- Back in Suite -







Donna had never felt so violated in her life. She was lying over a pillow, the side of her head pressed to the sheets and her knees positioned to hold her rear up as a tongue way too big and long to be a human’s body part, forced its way in and out of her a**s. Donna was scared for her life, trying with all her will not explode on the creatures face. Bekka dabbed into her several time before bringing her to an up-right position. Donna heart cringed once again as she starred into the face of a creature that just moment s ago, carried beautiful blue eyes and blonde frizzled hair, now starring back at her with big yellow and blood-lusted eyes, a hairless snout and teeth too big and sharp to fit into the creature’s mouth. Bekka had been in mid transformation for the past couple minutes, wanting Donna to see what her captive really was. Donna watched in sheer horror as Bekka’s snout shrunk into a human nose and her female features and complexion returned to her. Donna began to cry, even as Bekka slid her tongue into hers, wanting Donna to taste her own a** in her mouth.

“You are such a good little black girl, aren’t you?” Bekka praised her as she bought Donna’s head up to face her. She starred into Donna’s dark eyes with interest. Donna wanted to pull away from her, to escape this torture, but with Bekka having an arm around her, escape was impossible. Though, she was in shock at the moment, her body unresponsive to her will, she was nothing more than a doll right now. Bekka planted another deep long kiss, a kiss only true lovers would share. Bekka spoke as she began to caress Donna’s breast. “You are such a good little girl, letting me do what ever I want to you. So since you have, I won’t kill you. In fact, I own you now. You… are my b***h, you belong to me and me only, but you will answer to our little party’s needs if they want you. You keep being such a good girl, and you’ll live a very long life. But… If you try to escape me, I will hunt you down. I know you’re scent now, and you can’t hide it. Try to escape me and I’ll eat you alive, slowly,” Bekka warned as she placed both hands on Donna’s legs. “I’ll start from your ankles, and I’ll slowly work my way up to your c**t.” As she describe this possible demise, she traced her finders slowly up Donna’s legs, inserting both first fingers and middle fingers of both hands into Donna’s v****a, digging deep, fingering her as she bit an ear, teasing her doll as she silently begged her wordless mercy. “That sounds so delicious, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Donna whispered. She was defeated, never going to be free, never going to be married with children, never to see people she knew and loved. Donna had been broken, both sexually and mentally. Bekka had brought her wet fingers to Donna’s mouth, and she sucked her own c**.

Bekka released her after another make-out session, letting Donna fall forward in exhaustion. Bekka stood and switched off the room lights, then moved to lay beside her, the two of them in a spooning position with Donna on the inside. The two of them lay in silence for a long moment.

“Hey, doll?” Bekka said, burying her face into the black hair.

“Yes, my love,” Donna said between silent sobs.

Something was coming over Bekka about this girl, something she had only felt towards Boman. For the strangest reason, she felt sickened at the dark woman’s silent cries and her fear of her. She put an arm and a leg around Donna as she spoke. “Don’t fear me… ever… Do you understand?”

“Yes, love…” Yeah, right… Donna thought with sarcasm. After what she had witnessed, she doubt if she’d ever get used to being the sex slave of a beast.







“My… Wings?” Lance wasn’t sure if he had heard him correctly. Lance knew just about every reason as to why his two wings were special, but to have one without the other was unheard of. There was no way he could part with one and not be affect by the other. He looked to Boman for clarification.

“Yes, one of your wings,” he replied, cutting an eye to Lance who starred at him with mild shock and worry.

“Boman, I don’t think you understand-“

“Yes… I do…” Boman replied slowly, peering at him from the corner of his eye. Boman knew exactly what would happen if Lance were to part with one of wings. Although, Boman and several others in their research team in the past, Azarith had proposed a theory that demons and other abstract being can be made host to a humanoid body. The only other person within the team that took interest to the project was Lady Rokyo. Though, the project and its procedures were a complete mystery to Boman, he often wondered how Azarith and Lady Rokyo were able to trap demons into a nineteen year old boy and counter acting the demons from taking possession over his mind. He had no idea what sorts of magic the white Wings of Tranquility were composed of, but he didn’t want to know what sorts of demons lay dormant within the black Wings of Agony. If Lance were to surrender his tranquil wings to Lady Raven, he will fall victim to its mental possession. Boman knew there are circumstances to the effectiveness these demons would have over him, but if two persons befalls the ritual of “Eternal Binding”, their being had to be equally shared, if not, then the two would fall victim to the most painful of death, like having napalm in the blood. “I know full well what will happen to you when you complete the ritual,” Boman continued. “Which makes the choice of wing you will surrender all the more obvious.”

Lance had expected for Boman to say that because the choice really was so obvious. He loved Raven with all his heart, had in fact given half of it to her. If one of them were to suffer, it wouldn’t be her. Lance had decided that a long time ago.






- Next Morning -






She had called him love, but there was no smile, no affectionate emotions in her expression. She knew something had happened during her slumber just an hour or so ago, she could probably smell Bekka’s milk on his breath. He looked at her, trying to form the right lie, one that would make since, but one that was not too perfect. He drank the last of the water and sat the glass on the dinning table before him. He moved to shut the kid’s room door as he noticed Raven starring at Boman’s back, her expression morphing from uncaring mellow to flat out shock and hatred. Lance wanted to ask of her mood change until he recalled her hanging from the Iron Yard Prison, where she had been abducted to. He remembered seeing her beaten and scared, bruises covering her body and drenched in sperm. His eyes cut back to the door, Boman’s confession replaying in his conscience. He moved to sit beside his other, watching her as she starred back at him with questionable anger. “Raven, many things have happened last night that I don’t want to accept.” He started, thinking to himself that his lie at least started out good. He continued. “After you had fallen asleep, Boman and I had talked about the current events, including those that took place last night at Harres’s estate.” Lance had filled Raven in on the details of the conversation held before Bekka had arrived. However, it was where her name was mentioned, that Lance had come to a lost of words, so he spoke carefully as the words came to him. “Raven… Last night, while you were sleeping, I… I had sex with you… and someone else…” Her eyes grew wide instantly when Lance blurted this out. Lance looked just as shocked as she, wondering how the hell did that come out of his mouth. An odd sensation was washing over him, forcing him to speak. “W-while I made love to you… We both caressed you and… um… she… she… sort a’ fed me her milk… And… I enjoyed her…” For every word he said, a reaction in Raven’s expression produced the feeling of deceit and betrayal in Lance’s heart, making him feel claustrophobic in the large open family room. His lie wasn’t spoken, these sensations he felt forced him to be truthful to her and he wasn’t sure if he hated it or not. He didn’t know if it were his love for her that forced such awful truths from him, or if it were some unexplained force that befell him at the moment.

Raven looked from Lance to Bowman, and back to Lance. This was all too much to take in at one moment in time. Lance had just confessed something that no significant other ever wanted to hear. Now, for the first time, she recognized one of the lykins who had raped and beat her. Not only was she terrified for her life, but she felt hurt and used by Lance. This wasn't happening was it? Raven shook her head. There was this part of her that was afraid, but yet another that was angry. There was something building up inside if her. A power she had used blindly onlyonce before. Tears ran down her face as she shoved Lance out of the way, and ran for the door. She ran through the the kitchen and then through the living room. The door was bolted shut when she got there so she began to fumble with the locks. She didn't realize it, but she was tearing each one off the wall and the door.

Lance fell backward of the sofa, the pain of impact ripped through his chest. He wasn’t able to breath as liquid heat rose in his throat, blood exploding from his mouth. He tried to focus his vision, but Raven’s strike hindered his ability to see. He stood and staggered his way to her just as she was about to peel the last remaining bolt from the door. He slid his arm around her, slowly, as if wanting to savor his need to touch her, holding her softly as he pulled himself on to her body. She was naked as well as he, and having to press himself against her was calming the both of them down a bit.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her ear, the pain of it all, as well as his newly obtain fractured ribs were eminent in his words. “I am so sorry. I couldn’t help myself, I don’t know why, but my body wouldn’t respond to me.” He ran out words to say, so he merely kissed the nape of her neck. His gender began to grow, sliding against hers. A sigh escaped her.

“It’s not his fault,” Boman said, causing Lance to jump out of surprise. In that short instance, he had forgotten that there were others in the room. Boman was standing in the doorway of the kid’s room, behind Lance. “You were affected too.”

Raven became instantly calm in Lance's arms. Feeling his skin against her own soothed her in a way that nothing else could. She came to her senses seeing that she had all but ripped the locks off the door. Her hands, as she lowered her hands to look at them, were covered in blood. Was it hers? Was it Lance's? She felt blood on him, and immediately knew it was his that was on her hands. What had become of her. That didn't matter now, as she felt his arms around her comfortingly. His member was hard against her bare a**, and it made the heat of her swell. She turned around and began to cry into Lance's chest.

Her red tears fell from her eyes and mixing with the blood on his body. She didn't understand what was happening to her. She looked over to Bowman. " How the bloody HELL am I supposed to trust you!? Not after what you did to me you filthy dog!" Raven was furious, and the strange power began to build inside her once more, but she bagen to concentrate on Lance's skin against her own. She at once became calm, but that power was still there. She wanted an explanation, and she wanted it now even if she had to kill to get it. She went over and wrapped her hands around Bowman's throat. " What are you trying to tell me, Bowman? Choose what you say wisely." She had him in mid air against the wall.

Lance was having difficulty believing that this innocent and fragile woman of his had Boman by the neck and was about to break it. She was demanding answers but was choking him for every moment he remained silent. How could he respond if she was choking him? The look on Boman’s expression further confused Lance. He looked as if Raven wasn’t even touching him, but Lance could see that his neck was to the point of being ruptured, however, Lance could see Boman tightening his fists. If Boman struck Raven, sending her careening into the all kitchen wall, he’d be forced to kill Lance because if he didn’t, Lance would kill everyone. Though, if he were to kill Raven, he’d still have to kill Lance. If something were to happen to the two of them, he’d have to answer to Lady Rokyo.

Lance had moved forward, trying to gasp for breath as his ribs and chest muscles slowly mended themselves. He put a hand to Raven’s arm, just a simple touch and she looked at him with hatred in his eyes. He backed away from her one full pace and saw the regret in her eyes. She had dropped Boman then and went back into her lover’s arms. He had dragged her back into the master bedroom, giving Boman a glance before doing so. It wasn’t a glance or a look of anger or hatred, but one of uncertainty. The bedroom was even brighter now that it was mid morning, the sun filling the room and they were both hit with the sensation of burning, but now pain aided that sensation, no flesh erupted into flames. He had sat Raven on the bed, looking her into hers eyes, starring back at his own. He was reminded then of the trails he had endured for her, and she the same for him. He reached around her, putting both arms behind her to support himself over her, planting a kiss deep and slow upon her lips. She kissed him back, putting her hands around his neck to keep him there. The kiss broke with the two of them starring into each other’s eyes, passion and lust present in each of them once again. Though, he felt he didn’t deserve her passion right now, the confession of last nights events bore into her. She had tried to run from him, wanted nothing to with him, until he had touched her again.

He looked away from her then, moving to sit be side her, his guilt forcing his gaze to his feet, his tail still. He began to speak, telling her what had happened after she fell asleep. He spoke of Donna’s behavior, how they had moved to a bigger room, hence the suite which they occupied now. He was reluctant to tell her of the encounter with Bekka, who which Raven still had not seen, but he explained the incident in full detail as well. He wasn’t sure if Raven had recovered from that ordeal, but he continued with the conversation he held with Boman before she had awaken. He told her in complete detail of the information Boman had given him, ending his verbal bulletin with the incompletion of the ritual. Lacne had looked to her then waiting for her to say something. She had remained silent through the entire duration which he spoke.

Ravens eyes went from pure white to a look of blindness. The colors had come back to her eyes, but they were clouded over with a film like substance. Her brain couldn't comprehend what had happened in the past few hours. Tears made their way from her eyes and onto her naked lap. "So what you're telling me," she said through sobs, "Is that you were with another woman while i was asleep, and that i was rapped by said woman. Then, now we find out that we are possibly going to be in a lot of pain unless we complete some ritual, which i still haven't come to understand. Lance, this is all cosmic for me. I've been a normal vampire for as long as I can remember...well over two thousand years, and now i can walk around in the day light, i've lost my coven, and my only flesh and blood son. For the past two weeks all i've been thinking about is going out into the sun, but i realize that that is no longer a plausable death. I don't feel like a blood traitor, and yet I am. I know that the Elder Coven will be looking for me. I know that they will want to kill me, to cast me out into the sun. What are they going to do when they find they can't do that? They are going to cut my head from my body is what they are going to! I want to live to be with you, but once the Elders have me I'll be at their mercy." She continued to sob.

The child on the bed next to them stirred in her sleep. Raven knew that she was having a nightmare. Her motherly insticts kicked in. She got up and walked across the room to the sleeping child. She picked her up gingerly in her arms, and looked her over. There were many cuts and bruises still on her body. It also looked that her shoulder was dislocated, but there was nothing they could do about it while she was sleeping, and if they made her a vampire her shoulder would forever be dislocated b/c she would be the way she was as a human forever. She planted a kiss on the little girl's forehead. She continued to hold the child like a baby. She walked back over to the bed where Lance sat silently child in tow. She sat down, and remembered her son at this age. She was never going to be a mother to him again, but maybe for this little girl she could be a mother. Her eyes had changed back totally normal now. There was a tear in her eye. This poor little girl didn't have a mother anymore, and all Raven wanted was to mother this little girl into adult hood, but as long as she was what she was, and this little girl a human...she couldn't. Raven looked up at Lance. Her eyes pleaded with him to help her obtain what she wanted, but she believed he couldn't help.

Her words stuck to him, barring down into him. She only wanted so little and the little she had he had taken from her. From the start, Raven may have never wanted to be head of the North Western Regions, maybe she wanted to herself. Ever since he had come into her life, drifting pass on a clear night in a park, waiting for a violent outbreak, she had been wanting him. Lance watched her as she sobbed with the small redhead in her arms. Raven just wanted to be a mother, have a family, her coven being at her side, to live in a harmless environment. She wanted all this… with him.

The possibility of the elders getting hold of her was one that didn’t bother him, he would always be with her and only her. There was no one else for him besides the woman sitting beside him now. He put an arm around her, using his left hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes. “Sweet heart, you’ll never have to worry about the elders getting to you, no one here will allow that to happen, not even Boman. As for your coven, we can start anew, completely from scratch, where ever you wish for us to live. And as for our children,” he paused, lust suddenly in his voice. He leaned to her, whispering into Raven’s ear. “You are different now… Unique… and you can bare my children.” He landed wet kisses along her neck, his white wings wrapping themselves around the child in her arms and moving the youngling to the pillows. Lance’s tongue caressed Raven’s neck. He was getting aroused for her all over again. He had just pleasured himself with her resting body just hours ago, but Raven had an aura about her, a power over Lance that drove his lust and desires into insanity just from a simple touch. He pulled his lover into his arms, still whispering to her ear. “I want you to give me our children, our legacies. Raven I want to start over with you. I want to leave this hunter’s life behind, but I can’t do it without you. Please understand that I will never do anything to intentionally hurt you.” His next kiss he put to her lips, deep, long, passionate, caressing her as he did so. “I love you, Raven, and nothing is going to change that… Ever… and it is for that love,” he paused, looking to the tranquil feathers behind him. “That I have one more gift of me to give to you… should you choose to accept?”

Raven shivered in anticipation. Lance's touch was so soft. Her tears were wiped away now, and the child was now longer in her arms. She was able to completely lean upon her lover. " Lance, i'm well over a thousand years old. I now have all of what i assume can only be eternity to have children with you. This little girl needs a mother Lance. I want to be her mother, even if i'm not the real thing." Raven looked down at the floor. All of it was true. She not only wanted to be a mother, but she she wanted her coven back. Her own son would drive them all into the grave. " Lance. I want to bare your children. We are eternity together. I want my Coven back. I want it all. I can live a normal life now. I can walk in the sun, and I can bare children. I don't understand this incomplete ritual at all, but i don't want it to hurt you at all." she looked at him nervously" But i accept whatever it is you wish to give me." She took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze.

Lance had turned not to just sit beside her, but to face her. “What makes you think you cannot be her real mother? Her blood mother? Raven, I have made you unique, much more unique then even I am. You say you want my children, and your covenant, well, we can start with that little girl right there.” Lance had looked at the sleeping youngling, he hasn’t noticed till now that she had regained about a third of her original skin tone. As for the ritual, I know nothing of it accept what I am to do and how to perform it. I have never seen this ritual done before, never heard of it till Boman had explained it to me. But what I do know is that in order to be with you, I must surrender half my being to you, making myself apart of you. You’ll have to turn her, after half of myself… is half of you.” Lance spoke his last few words slowly and softly, leaning so that his lips grazed over hers. He pulled Raven to himself and laid her down as he moved over her once again.


Raven stared into his eyes. " I will do anything to be with you for all eternity. If we must complete this ritual in order to be together then so be it. It shall be done. As for the little girl, I shall not make her one of us until we are finished with the ritual. Her name, from what I have read in her mind, is Keiran. It means "little dark one", and it will suit her fine in her on coming new life. I only hope that she will have a little brother to share eternity with." Raven lay underneath Lance now. Her breathing was heavy, but quick. She wanted him, needed him. She pulled forward to kiss his lips. Her nose was touching his now. She closed her eyes and kissed the corner of his mouth lovingly. " I love you, Lance. For all eternity."

Boman admired the bond between the two of them. They had been through so much in so little time, yet they pledge themselves to one another, even though they barely knew each other. He heard Lance tell Raven he loved her as well, and their voices fell silent as only breathing could be heard from them. How many times will these kids go at it? Boman thought, standing from the couch. The two hybrids were making love for the third time within a six hour time span.

Boman passed the kids room poking his head in to check mainly on Donna. He still loved her, though his mistress has claimed her. When he looked into the room, Donna, who lay beneath the arm of a sleeping Bekka, had met his gaze, not lifting her head to fully view him. Her expression showed her anxiety, and fear was also present. He recollected how he had met her on a day where he was out enjoying the last free time he’d have before Lance and Lady Raven would awaken and carry out they’re duties. He had been awaiting transportation from Harres’s staff, when he had spotted her coming down the path looking quite pleased with herself. She had landed a high paying nursing job working for a salary almost triple her current. She had sat beside Boman smiling, bidding him a good day. Boman returned the verbal gesture with one of his own and somehow a conversation was born. Topics of choice were friendly ones, nothing personal being asked or mentioned unless it pertain to the topic. When a black Escalade pulled up before them, they were both surprised to see they had the same destination. Donna had been given the task of tending and analyzing both Raven and Lance, and it was through that assignment that the two ebony persons had become close. Boman remembered the time they had been conducting skin and follicle tests on Lance when he got the sudden urge and lust to be playful. They were already going stead at the time and the relationship had rocketed just as Lance and Raven’s had. He had pulled her skirt up around her waist and fondled at her panties, grasping at her a** and kissing her ears lightly. He had taken her leaning over Lance and the status sheets, at least until Cocoa had come in and yelled at them. That was the first time she had met Cocoa, the shock of actually seeing in person a talking cat had over whelmed her. Though in a span of night, his lover was ripped from him. Now with the thought in his mind, he couldn’t fault Lance for always wanting to be with her, to keep her as close as he could for his own sake.

Shaking the thought from his mind and closing the door to the kids room, and feeling quite pained about her despair he headed out side, standing before the open door. Over the rail, two officers were studying the vehicle, the badly damaged white van shirred with blood and maimed organs. The officer was reporting into a receiver and another jotted down the license plate number. Boman’s mind was still on Donna, and now Bekka, his former lover and current mistress. He didn’t want to think about Donna being a lesbian pet, and surely didn’t want her to be mixed up in something he helped to create. If anything, he figured she probably hated him. However, he hadn’t expected for Donna to come out to stand beside him. She stood only but a few feet from him, looking down at the officers who examined the battered vehicle. Boman hoped she didn’t get the urge to try and run to them, she looked to him as if she were working out a plan, her eyes briefly darting to his in suspicion.

Never the less, she hadn’t moved from the spot looking as if she had a lot on my mind. “I… I don’t hate you,” she said as a feeble attempt to break the silence between them. Boman’s gazed returned to her and she looked as if she were to break into tears. “Why are you doing this to me?” her voice croaked with tears and her body shook from sobs.

Boman didn’t know what to say, though he had wondered if it really were his fault. “Sweetheart listen-“

“Don’t you sweetheart me!” she hissed, her expression becoming colder with every word. “How dare you call me sweet-heart! How dare you?! I’m a sex slave to a lesbian slut and being held as a toy against my will to a bunch of mutts, with you being one of them, and I’m supposed to be your sweetheart?!”

Boman looked down to see that two officers had had began to interrogate other tenants and asking others to remain indoors due to environmental hazards, a bit of an understatement. He could hear one of the tenants telling the officer that those people, pointing up at him, had shown up in the vehicle last night. Boman ignored them, wondering what to do with Donna. Most of him still loved her while the more arrogant him wanted, in a remote sort of way, to just brush her away from his list of problems. He sighed before he spoke. “You say that as if I wanted this to happen-“

“Oh sure~, what male jackass on the planet wouldn’t his own personal b***h. ******** monsters and s**t trying to eat me and know I gotta bark for some nasty slut when-“

There was a loud smacking sound before Boman realized that Bekka had an arm around Donna and a hand firmly grasping at her a**. “That’s not a very nice thing to say to your master.”

“******** you!” Donna hissed, not a being able to do anything about the molestation. “I’m not a slave! I am not Tolbi you b***h!” Donna felt some courage since the officers were headed toward them, taking the stairs to reach them quicker. Her heart was racing as the officers were now just down the hall, looking at the three of them and knowing something was awry, the sudden urge to scream and struggle flashing into her body.

Bekka pressed her face against Donna’s and spoke to her in a low tone. “Well then, if you are not my slave, then I have no use for you, so maybe I should just kill you now. I haven’t eaten in days and cops taste especially good as well.” Her tone was both loving and cold. As she said this, she lid a hand into Donna’s robes and cupped a breast as the officers halted progress just feet from them. “Hello officers,” Bekka said with a smile.

Both men just starred at her with suspicion, noting her hold on the black woman. “Do you own a white moving van, Ford?” One officer asked, bracing himself to draw his gun if necessary.

“Yes,” Boman answered, his arms crossed but his body still facing the lot. Only his head was turned in the officer’s direction. “The vehicle is registered to Harres’s Estate and Enterprise. I work for a private shipping company run under Mr. Harres’s legion. I have I.D. But its in my wallet inside, though, I exercise my right to ask to verify a warrant.”

The two studied the large muscular man for a moment, reading his expression for faults. One of the men reached into his pocket and withdrew a warrant. “We had it printed before we came up.”

“Ma’am is everything alright?” The other officer asked, anticipating a problematic answer as the other officer pass the three tenants and entered their room.

Donna looked to be in thought as she considered Bekka’s words. Her scowl at the woman over her shoulder sharpened. “My girlfriend spilled wine all over my favorite bath robe.” Donna lied, remembering what Bekka had done the previous night, turning into that beast. She didn’t want a confrontation where she would be killed.

“Oh baby I said I am sorry,” Bekka apologized in the most lust of ways. She had Donna now, knew the woman’s options of freedom were all nailed shut. Bekka kissed Donna’s neck with deep passion, causing the uniform to just stare at them, marveled at the two beautiful women who finessed before him. “I said I would make it up to you.”

The uniform didn’t look as if he bought the program, but decided to press a different topic. “No about your vehicle.”






Inside, the officer viewed exactly what he expected to see. A clean, well manicured suite with expensive and luxurious carpeting and tapestry. Everything looked orderly, no dishes in the sink, no empty alcohol bottles askew on the floor, no scent of drugs occupied the air. The officer poked his head into the refrigerator, noting that it was empty. He opened the stuff and couldn’t detect any sign of it being used. The stove top had being cleaned to perfection, but no scent of cleaners reached his nostrils, he stove hadn’t been used in days. All the trash reciprocals were empty.

He checked the kids room next. No clothing in the drawers nor around the room. There were shoes, though only six, four women’s pairs and one male’s. This struck him as odd. There was only one purse on the night stand and no phone book by the phone. No cell phones plugged into the walls.

His experience as a cop began to give him warnings, and when warnings were felt, there was no benefit of the doubt. He drew his gun before checking the bathroom. Only fresh towels and rags left as courtesy from the hotel occupied the racks, none of the soaps appeared to be used and there were no signs of mildew on the tile walls. The sinks were as dry as the fuzzed carpet.

Nothing had been used in this room besides the beds and the one couch, even the glass dinning table displayed not a single fingerprint. These people arrived with nothing, and that bothered him, these people were running from something or someone and the battered vehicle which they arrived in was proof enough. The officer drew his gun as he approached the master bedroom. The door was closed but no not locked, and sounds, those he knew all to well, were penetrating the wood finishing. With his hand on the knob, he turned it slowly, cautious to avoid any creaking sounds from the hinges and starred into the room. He opened the door wider, unable to fully register what he was seeing, his mind working over time to piece the scene into logic as he gun lowered slightly and he unwarily whispered an exclimative.

She was on top of him, sitting upright as she rode him. She had two huge beautiful white wings growing painfully out of her back, her shoulder blades were bleeding profusely and she didn’t seem to care. There were markings all over her body, symbols of some sort that looked like blood to him. The woman was rough with her motions over the dark skinned man, vigorous and demanding, her head rearing backward from the pain she intentionally caused herself. Her back seem to explode, blood showering him as the wings extended another foot out of her person. She was falling backward, the dark man catching her around her waist and held her there as she continued her fetish.

The officer jumped back as the blood spattered against him, hitting his face and arms. He trained gun on the two of them, mentally trying to work out what was going on in the room. “Both of you down off the bed and on the ground now!” He demanded his gun training from the woman to the man. They ignored him, the woman hadn’t stopped her motion and the man hadn’t made any attempt to obey the his commands. The cop began to shout again. “Off the bed and on the ground now!”

As the uniform stepped forward to pull the girl off the bed, he began to experience a sensation upon his skin, like some sort of irritation. It took a moment for him to realize it, but it was burning… Her blood was burning him. Pain rocketed throughout his body then, pain and anguish pulsating his nerves as he screamed, his gun discharged twice as he collapsed to the floor, feeling his flesh deteriorating before his eyes. His body twitched violently for another several moment before going still and silent.






The discharged had been heard, the uniform outside on the porch drawing his gun and aimed it at the three tenants. “All of you on the ground now!” he shouted, studying the three, watching and anticipating even the slightest of movement. Some of the other tenants on the floor had poked their heads out of their suites to participate in the sudden commotion.

Donna had to resist the sheer urge to run forward since Bekka hadn’t moved. Bekka had been smiling at the cop. She watched as the cop trained his gun to Boman, screaming orders for the large man to drop to the floor. Boman, however, walked calmly to the door. The officer fired, the bullet biting into Boman’s shoulder, but the large man hadn’t noticed.

“That’s gonna cost you… officer” Bekka said, her smile becoming maniacal as she tossed Donna to the floor as she launched herself forward, her hand out stretched. Tenants and onlookers of all ages winced and retreated at what they saw, though only after a moment of stunned awestruck at what they had seen. Bekka’s hand had completely tore through the cop’s head, sending brains, blood, and bone about the outdoor hall. The body dropped to the floor as people began screaming. Bekka beckoned Donna into the suite, though Donna was to stunned to move. She just starred in horrid amazement as blood trickled from her mistress’s hand.

Within the suite, Boman had been equally stunned by what he saw, starring down at the cop lay burned and singed on the carpet floor, not daring to touch him. He looked up to Raven who sat still over her lover the of them resting and starring at one other, their tales of lust and passion visible only in their gazes upon one another. For a moment, Boman studied the two of them, Lance laying on his wings or agony, his tail swung slowly from side to side, then focused on Raven, who’s wings were freshly grown and blood soaked.

He sighed then, going over to the bed and taking Keiran and Cocoa into his arms. “Lance, clean her up. He have to go, now.”

Raven was in agony. She felt her body torn apart as she did the act that she had been wanting to do for a long time. To be come complete for the first time in her life mortal or immortal. She rode him hard for the pain was intense, and so she focused her pain into pleasing her lover.She did everything she could to keep from screaming. She caught glimpses of her life gone by, and of the things happening outside of the room, but she paid the current events no attention. She saw her son as a young boy. His eyes the deepest green in all of Ireland. She loved that boy, as she loved him now still. He'd fallen over a large rock and scraped his knee. Mommy to the rescue with a bowl of soup and a kiss. Where had her little boy gone? She saw her Maker on the night of her death over a thousand years ago. He had been rough with her. Raped her and pillaged her sweetness. Her body had become the carriage for a demon spawn. Her new lilfe as a vampire. The night in the park. Lance. The war. It would be ending now. She would stand with Lance to end it at all costs. She screamed inside as her body wracked with intense pain. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard someone say, " Both of you down off the bed and on the ground now!" He pointed his gun and he body exploded it seemed. Instantly the officer was covered in her blood. “Off the bed and on the ground now!” The screamed, and fell to the ground. His gun fired twice as he hit the ground, and both bullets went into Raven's arm. She did not notice.Her muscles slowly stopped twitching, and her back continued to hurt, but she knew that it was over. She lay there with Lance content but still in agony. Her wings lay spread out behind her saoked in blood. Peace was brought to her mind.

Lance sat his lover in the Jacuzzi tub, filling it with water, watching her wounds mend themselves before his eyes. He was smiling then, running his fingers through her beautiful hair, kissing her neck. He only had six minutes to wash her as best as he could, scrubbing gently along the feathers which used to be his own. After he had cleaned her, Boman brought in a change of clothing for the both of them, the uniforms in which the dead officers had worn.

They left the hotel in a cop car with Boman driving, Lance and Raven in the back seat while Donna sat unwillingly in Bekka’s lap in the passenger seat.

Bekka was playing in Donna’s hair when she spoke. “Where are we headed now?”

Boman kept his eyes focused to the road as he responded. “To the laboratory near Harres’s estate. That’s where the outbreak of those things came from.”

Lance hadn’t been paying any attention to what was being said, his mind was on Raven. “How do you feel, Love?”

Raven studied her new wings carefully. They were pure white. Not one black one and one white one like Lance had. She looked at him. he no longer had a white wing. It had been replaced by a second black one. This had her confused. "I'm fine lover, but tell me, what happened to your white wing?" Her own wings were still wet from the bath that Lance had given her only a few moments ago. She was still confused about a lot of things at the moment, and she wanted answered to the questions swimming around in her mind. She somehow knew that she needed to talk to Donna. She and Donna had acquired a sort of bond during the week that she had been awake playing the piano. Donna would come in when not running tests on Lance to talk to her, and stimulate her mind. She could tell that Donna was a wonderful woman who wouldn't hurt a soul. Now though, she could tell that Donna was scared as she sat on the strange woman's lap in the passenger seat.

Raven reached up and grabbed Donna lightly on the shoulder. When Donna looked back at her it was with a look of hatred. Raven didn't understand the look in her friend's eyes. She had an idea. "Miss?" she said to the woman in the actual passenger seat. " Could Donna please come back here for a moment. It's rather important and...," Raven suddenly recognized her, but she kept her thoughts to herself. She snarled out a threat, " and if you don't comply I'll kill you Bekka." And so the cat was out of the bag.

Bekka turned her head slightly with a smug grin upon her face. “So, you remember me then, huh? You ought to, since you and I had so much fun that night. Well then maestro, you should keep your threats to a minimum while you’re in my company, no one in this vehicle can take me. Not even you…”

Though, Bekka nudged Donna’s bottom with her knee, allowing the woman to leave her, and join Lance and Raven in the back seat. She took a seat between them so the two may speak. Lance watched the two of them closely to study Raven’s questions and to know a little more about himself as well.

Raven moved over slightly to allowed Donna to have slightly more room to sit down. For the first few mintues, they sat in silence, though Bekka was eying Raven intently. She didn't want Raven to take her slave away. It took Raven all she had to keep her cool in the vehicle, but somehow she managed. She looked at Donna. " Don't be afraid of me Donna. I'm not going to hurt you." she saw Donna flinch as she reached for her hand.

"Donna I just want to ask you some questions and that's all. After I've finished you may take you leave and have nothing to do with me. If that's what you desire. I don't want to ruin what we've worked so hard to accomplish in our friendship." Donna looked down at the floor. She was nervous about being in the vehicle with so many of what she called freaks. " What is it you need to ask me Raven? I'll answer in the best way taht I can."

Raven was relieved to hear those words come from her friends mouth. It calmed her in a since. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. " What has happened to me Donna? Whay is it that I can't control my powers? MY emotions, and my urges for hunger? If you can answer me that, I'll let you do what ever you want." Raven looked at her with seriousness on her face.

"If you are so sure that she can answer that, then Donna, you're gonna be my b***h for a very long time," Came Bekka's voice, her high ego ringing in her voice. "Do you really think a human such as her can answer such a question?" She chuckled as Boman gave her a stern glance as he drove.

"I'm not stupid," Donna spat, feeling a tad bit confident now that she was in the safety of her friend. "I know that she has a unique molecular structure and blood of an indeterminable nature and origin. Through my research over the bast three months, i have come to find that she may not be human either..." Her voice trailed off as she spoke these last few words, her gaze falling to her lap as she continued to speak with fear in her tone as well as uncertainty. "Her anatomy has changed, its completely different from his." She pointed referred to Lance then and he could do nothing but stare at her. "In all my years of medical practice, i have never come across such beings as you, Raven. I was told by Cocoa that your metamorphosis originated from Lance some how, and although, upon my first studies of him, i found him unique until i began my research on you." Donna looked to her friend with tears in her eyes, her voices crackling with terror. "I don't know what you are, nor do i understand how, but you are no near a... a... a creature from this world. Everything about you is alien to me, and i don't understand it at all, your skin isn't the cells its supposed to be, nor your hair, your eyes... Even your inner anatomy is so alien, and i'm sorry to insult you but i dont know what to say." Donna's eyes swept to Cocoa, who lie in Raven's arms, still motionless. Then her gaze fixed to the small redhead child in Lance's arms. Donna began to cry then as the horrid came to her that moment. "I'm the only normal person here aren't i? I'm the only one who is human here? I'm surrounded by freaks and monsters!"

Raven was in shock. Alien? How was that possible. She could remember everything from her human past clear back until she was four years old. She looked to Lance, her lover now for a short amount of time, and yet she felt like she'd known him all her life. She looked to the beautiful red headed child in her arms. " Donna, this child is a human. Not a freak or a monster. She is just a child whom we rescued. One day she will become my daughter, but I want you to treat her medical issues. you are the best doctor I know, and I wouldn't want anyone else to treat her. And YOU..." She shot a gland towards Bekka, " If you so much as touch her mark my words, I WILL kill you. Do not harm this child. She is not yours, she is mine and if you so much as come near her while Donna is looking after her. I will not hesitate to kill you." She put a protective arm around Donna and her little Keiran.

Lance watched his lover as Bekka began to chuckle. "You poor little girl, have you heard nothing i said? Really sad how high you think of yourself."

"That's enough Bekka," came Boman's voice, sounding quite agitated now. Bekka cut her eyes to him before reverting them to the road, looking just about bored with everyone, and wanting Donna back into her lap.

Lance began to wonder then how this little group came to be, and how unstable it was. He looked then at Boman’s head from over the driver’s seat then to Bekka. Two Lykens occupied the two front seats leaving to vampires, well… assuming that is what he and his lover are, to occupy the back with a shape shifting cat in Lance’s lap and two humans, one beside him fighting back tears of fear and the other, very young in age, still grey and unconscious. His eyes locked to Raven’s and he instantly felt a very male attraction, he wanted her again, wanted to be inside her, to feel himself push into her, making love to her that body of hers.

He smiled at her as the car came to slow stop, looking about the vehicle to see that they had come to stop just a few feet short of a state trooper’s car. Lance could easily spot the blood which blanketed the interior of the vehicle and noticed how battered the exterior was. In fact, the state trooper’s vehicle looked as badly damaged as the white van they had left at the hotel.

“Hold on, Boman said as he undid his seat belt and climbed out his seat, closing the door behind him and walked over to the trooper car in a nonchalant manor. He looked through one of the windows and wrenched a door pen, half of his body disappearing inside. While he did this, Bekka tuned the radio, tuning through broadcasts about gules and monsters attacking the Harres Estate. She then flipped on the police scanner and surfed through the channels listening to the calls of the same manor, more calls requesting army reinforcements. However, there was one particular feed which caught Bekka’s interest.

“UNIT NINE UNIT NINE, THERE HAS BEEN A REPORT OF A AN ASSULT AND SHOOTING ON INTERSTATE 14, HOTEL RESIDENTS OF THE BEST WESTERN HOTEL REPORT THE KILLING OF TWO OFFICERS AND A STOLEN MARKED CAR. UNIT NINE THE MARKED CAR IS CURRENTLY HEADED IN YOUR DIRECTION AND THE SUSPECTS ASSUMED TO BE DESCRIBED AS POSSIBLE ASSAILENTS OF THE LABORITORY INCCIDENT AND MAY BE HEADED THERE FOR UNKNOWN REASONS. UNIT NINE YOU ARE TO ENGAGE THE SUSPECTS AND APPREHEND IF POSSIBLE… OVER.”