Soul Stealer Chapter 3

The stray leaves that had already begun to fall from the trees due to the cooler August night’s here in Michigan, danced about in a small dust twister on the dirt road just off of 32 mile road.  Nobody was out.  Save for the stray car filled with teenagers, speeding on by like idiots on the freshly graveled road with their Rap music blaring loudly as they vanished in the distance, off to party no doubt.  Get in the last few reaming parts days before school was to begin again, and then they’d only have weekends to do this.

The night was truly blissful; the countryside sure beat the busy city life.  No loud cars driving by every second honking, the sounds of footsteps clomping on the sidewalk as they ventured around, talking on cell phones, girl’s giggling like idiots over the latest thing that had just happened in their lives.

Sure he loved New Orleans, and his personal flat their, but the country side Michigan offered out here was nice.  Plus on top of that if you live close to Port Huron the Blue Water Bridge was only a 30-minute drive to an hour, and you could head off to Canada. Party, shop, and hang out, whatever.  Just be sure to empty your car.  So that if you get stopped it does take over five hours for them to look through your vehicle.  

I’ve had to sit their a few times in those delay lines just so they can do it, and half the time when I go to Canada it’s just to shop for Anime stuff, or other items you can’t find in the USA, unless you go on ebay, or those message boards that offer trading and such, which is the next best way to go.  One thing you need to try when you go to Canada is their food in those mini store markets.  The foods excellent!  They got some cooked, up to buy and eat, or to pick up and take with you, but be sure to eat it before you return to the bridge.  They make a big deal about bringing foreign foods back into the USA.  I don’t see why really, it’s not like your giving it to anyone else. (Sano and I have had to litterly shovel the food in our mouth’s before we re-entered the US.  Sorry for getting side tracked, I’ll get back to Shinji now!)

The moon seemed to illuminate the world with its beauty.  It was only four days till the full moon now.  The garden that lingered over to the left of the property was in full bloom with its many flowers.  Red roses seeming to claim a good portion of the fence lining.  There were a few white ones, but not many.  Red to remember.  Remember good things, or painful memories that were better left buried in the Earth, never to see the light of day again.  Though when you live as long as he had, it made you wish your memories were entirely erased.

Shinji Hiroshi, the soul-reaming survivor of the Guardian’s stood on the balcony of his old Victorian style home.  The house had been built back in the 1800’s and remodeled through out the years to keep up with the modern world around it, yet it still held that feeling you get when you step into one of those houses down in Pennsylvania.  The houses or plantations people lived in during the Civil Wars.  They contained history in them, years of it.  Life, love, death, pain, suffering.  You could all, but reach out with your hand and touch it, and feel the many era’s that had passed in it, maybe the ossical cold brush on your flesh, a sign an unrested spirit dwelled within the housing of the stature.

The floors of the interior were bare.  Finely polished cherry wood, that seemed to shine in the dimly lit room, contrasting well with the area around it.  Their was only one rug here in the study, and it was a round oval shape, very Victorian.  A small coffee table rested on it, and a black leather reclining chair.  A bottle of half drank white wine lay placed in the middle of the table, chilling in the ice bucket that it had been left in.
The cool August wind fluttered through the open doors of the balcony where Shinji stood, a glass of wine in his wand, as he held it in a purely acrostic way.  Lifting the clear glass to his lips he took a drink from it, enjoying the cool brew as it slipped down his throat, warming his insides.  Nights like these made him uneasy, and he tended to turn to drinking to relieve the antsy feeling within him.  Tonight was the first night he was powerless.  He was just a simple human being, like you and I.  No power’s to battle the demons, nothing, just paper protection charms, and able to summon forth his blade’s, nothing else.  Nothing more.

Nights like these ‘they’ didn’t help you.  It was a test of your strength, and just how much you relied on your powers.  Sure things could be done quickly with the use of a Guardian’s power, but.  As I’ve said, they test us.  To see perhaps how valuable we still are to them, and the higher beings?  With nothing but quick thinking, and a game of wits.
They, I’m referring to are known as, The Fates.  Six beings on a level we’ve come to call the Second Plane.  Each Fate hand picked by those of the higher plane, known at the First Plane.  Being’s much more powerful than The Fates, Guardians, Vampires, and the filthy Demons.

Why don’t these higher being’s just kill the demon’s off you might ask?  They cannot.  I know this sounds crazy, but trust me, they do nothing to lift a finger, but are more than happy to give order’s and play with our lives like we are nothing more then puppet’s on a string, and they are the Master’s controlling our strings.  I’ve heard Shinji say nothing, but bad comments about four of the Fates, however there are two, which he seems to look up to with respect.  Respect he only showed us, his family, and Lord Kenshin.  Earning Shinji Hiroshi’s trust is not something won easily.  You must work for it.

Emerald eyes lifted to view through the spectacles that were on their owner’s face.  To the trail leading into the woods he owned.  Lifting the clear, expensive, crystal wine glass to his lips again, managed to finish draining the contacts into his body.  He was already starting to feel a little drunk, and welcomed it.  Anything to avoid his trouble thoughts.  
They were so close by last night he could feel them.  Their power was dormant yes, but you cannot mistake the signature of a Guardian.  One chosen to protect this world, and prevent the demons from gaining control permantely.  If he died, or failed to get them, it would be another 300 years before the next four Guardians could be picked, by then, Earth would fall into chaos, and be in utter ruin.  Shiido was not a foolish demon Lord.  He had the power, wealth, manpower, and all else at his fingertips.  It was only a matter of time before Shiido crept back to the United States to begin his yearly search for himself, and the sigutes they carried.

The question was however. Which two was it he felt?  He prayed to whatever god he could think of, that Okita was among these two?  His body aked for the touch of his lover, he wanted to hold Okita to him, and never let him go again.  It was his fault his lover died, pushing him out of the way that night and died instantly, yet Okita had done it out of love, and to protect his leader.  He was no leader anymore.  He was an unstable one at that.  His alliance to the Fates he’d begun to question since the 1930’s.  He’d had to suffer the worst fates at the hands of demons, Even mortal’s! The second Fates, the Seerer, or as he nicknamed her, Blind One.  Had to more than on one occasion lock the worst of these memories away.  He knew why his eye site was turning to hell, in a matter of 10 years, maybe less he’d be completely blind, and useless in battle.

Sure he could get an eye transplant, but these were ‘his’ eyes, he eyes he was born with!  One given to him passed on through the gene pool form his beautiful mother.  Who he failed to protect, among many other’s he’d sore to he’d never allow harm come to them, and they all had.  They suffered at ‘his’ hands.  Shiido taking any chance he could get to make him suffer, he the proud Guardian suffering as all he knew and loved slowly rotted away.

‘Don’t give into his evil onesan!  Promise me you’ll stay true, and pure.’
How those words echoed in his head for many years, words that were the only thing preventing him from joining Shiido’s ranks.  His little baby sister Karoi he’d been forced to witness die right before him, and he unable to do a single thing to help her.  Only watch on in horror as an innocent child’s soul escaped into the afterlife.  Forced to die at to young an age, and in a way no child should have to suffer, only a warrior.

“If I live to see the final battle Shiido, I swear I’ll have my revenge for her.”  He told himself, as his hand clenched the wine glass tightly in his hand.  

His long raven hair fluttered loose behind him, still a little wet from the shower he’d taken earlier.  Normally he always wore it up in a high ponytail, but tonight it didn’t matter, he’d just left the waist length raven hair to hang free.  He wondered how Aoi was.  His companion the white female dragon had been off hunting for nearly four now.  He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling she was feasting on a deer again.  Where the white dragon managed to pack it all away made him curious sometimes.
“Something troubling you Lord Hiroshi?”

Emerald eyes looked up from the wine glass and he turned around to see Cassandra sitting in his leather reclaiming chair, busy helping herself to some of the white wine.  “You could say, what did you and Katze discover?”

“Ryo and Sano.”

“Your sure it’s them?  Where were they, and further more are okay?”
Cassandra smiled at the other’s worried tone, but nodded, “Of course!  They’re perfectly fine, just at a place called CJ Berrymore’s.  Katze remained behind to keep an eye on them and find out where they live.  I must say that Ryo’s got some spunk in her, quite the dominant one in the relationship she has with Sano.”

“That’s Ryo alright.  She was always the dominant one out of us all, but I a way a mother figure to.  She kept us in line.”

“I can bet, with three guys, you’d need a woman to take the reigns and put some control over you men.”

Shinji looked at Cassandra with a raised brow, “Oh the stories I could tell you, but I’m not drunk enough yet to spill them all, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t.”

“Oh?  I must work harder than to get you to that point.  Or when they regain all their memories, then I can just ask those two all the dirty little things you did, I’m sure I could scrape up something good to let Katze use on you.”

“You tell Katze a single thing, and I promise you I won’t be nice on your punishment.”

“Oh you wouldn’t hurt me, you love me to much.”

“Care to take a wager on that?”

Cassandra laughed, she loved to ruffle the other’s feathers.  It was fun to see what new threats Shinji would come up with.  The most he’d ever done was spill a whole bottle of wine over her.  Looking down at the glass in her hand, and back at Shinji she set the thing down. Not wanting to have him, per say accidentally spill it on her.

“So what can you tell me of them?”  He asked, moving over to her and sat down in his leather computer chair.

“From what we managed to gather on them both from the local record their only 18, both about to begin their final year as students at the local high school.  Sano’s parents own a dojo, and he teaches there.  Ryo from the looks of it also helping him out, but also taking the class as well to better perfect her fighting style.  Both of them seem to have the skills a true warrior does, only blended in with these modern times.  I’m sure it will all come back to them once you unseal their memories.”

“I think I should wait to awaken their memories.  I don’t want to just suddenly show up and say, oh hi.  My names Shinji Hiroshi, your probly won’t remember me, but we worked togher nearly 600 years ago, and I’m here to restore your memories.  I’m sure they’d both take kindly to that.  Oh, and on top of it we’re destined to save the world from demons, and other evil forces in this world.  We even get super powers, and everything.”

Cassandra shook her head, “Someone’s cranky, want a little more to drink?”

“Shut up.”  Was the sharp response.

“Oh my.”

Shinji narrowed his emerald eyes at the vampire, “I’m not joking woman.  Do you seriously expect me to just waltz right up to them and say what their fates are to be?”

“You’ll have to sooner or later Shinji.  We all know well it’s only a matter of time before Shiido returns to the United States, and when he returns he’ll look for you.  If he knows from his spies you’ve been here in Michigan for over three months he’ll know you’ve found them.  They need to be removed from this place and taken to the Lord and Lady in New Orleans where they’ll be safe, our kind are two few now, as we’ve fought beside you for over 300 years.  Your powers own strength dwindles more and more.  Sooner or later your going to loose and you will die, and their will be nothing we the vampire clan can do, and with you dead, and possible the other two as well, the demons will break the seal and enter this world and make Earth their second hell to rule over.  You know just as well as I that cannot be permitted to happen.”  Cassandra pressed, not wanting to have to tell the guardian this, but it needed to be spoken again.

Shinji sighed, and put his face in his hands shaking it in dismay.  Yes he knew.  He knew what had to be done and quickly, but he wanted Ryo and Sano to live normal happy lives.  If he brought them into this nightmare they wouldn’t know anything, but hiding until they reached their 21st birthdays.  Even than after they came into their power’s they would need to learn how to use them properly, but he would be able to teach them.  They would not have to be forced to learn all of it on their own as he’d been forced to learn nearly 600 years ago.  The Fates only seemed to care about themselves, and telling him very little, telling him he needed to learn how to master his powers.

Pale hands stretched to pick up the crystal wine glass, and held it elegantly in one hand.  Cassandra studied Shinji intently with those cool vampire eyes, “Life is cruel isn’t it?  We are born into this world and led to believe in lies.  False gods that do not exist, very few of these gods if they are real beings should show themselves to this mortal plane of existence and help those that worship them, and not you and your people.  Oh how the irony loves to rear up and show it’s ugly face in ours.  Who’d ever thought the fate of the entire inhabits of Earth would have to turn to four immortal beings, and vampires from all around the world to protect their sorry asses.  I never once in my 350 years of my life would have seen it coming.  The final battle will be seen for all on this planet to witness, you cannot hide the fact doomsday is approaching, and soon.”

“Do not be so quick to preach about the future, my alliance with this side is dangling by a thread.”  The sound of anger laced these words.  Shinji was sick of hearing it, he wanted to die, he would be 700 years old in a matter of years, and he knew his very sanity was weaving just as well as his alliance in this unending war.

Cassandra narrowed her eyes at the other’s word’s, how dare he say such things!  He was the one that contained years of power within him.  Power that had been given time to age and be perfected!

Slamming the wine glass down on the table, causing some of its contents to spill on the table.  The angry vampire moved swiftly over to the Guardian making it appear as if she’d gliding across the finely polished cherry wood floor.  “How ‘dare’ you say such a thing?  The Lord Ammon, and Lady Selena would have your tongue for saying that!  They have cared for you, kept you sane.  Shown you love more then a vampire should, for one not of our kind and here you are saying such blasphemy things.  Look at me!”  She snarled, her eyes flashing to an enraged feline’s now.  The vampire blood now showing it’s self in Cassandra.

Lifting his head from his hands he looked up at the vampire towering over him, in a fit of rage.  Peering at her through his spectacles, he didn’t bother to fight back with her, it was true.  Lady Selena had taken care of him for a long time.  Replacing him since Shiido had killed her own child.  The Lord Ammon had taught him anything and almost everything useful to him, even the vampires history.  Not many knew the true full legend.  All most knew were what you read in books, or what few elders could explain to you.

There weren’t many elder’s most had been killed already by Shiido, or those that came before Lord Ammon, and Lady Selena had vanished.  Selena and Ammon were almost 5000 years old, the eldest two vampires in existence, and very secretive.  Though you’d never expect to find the two most known vampires running a club for anyone ages 18 and up to go in and party all night and have fun till all hours of the night.  The bar being open for awhile during the day, but other than that it was a good way to cover up any important meetings with other vampire elder’s that were younger, and remained alive.

“You know just as well as I do, my sanity is dangling by a damn thread, what makes you think I won’t just up and turn sides now and pledge my alliance to that demon Shiido?”

A loud crack echoed in the room.  Glasses clattered to the floor, having been knocked off their owner’s face.  The sweet scent of freshly spilled blood floated up to entice the vampire who’d just roughly smacked the un-immortal Guardian across the face.

“You turn to his side, and I will not hesitate to risk my own life to kill you.”

His face stun.  It felt like he’d been smacked with something made of iron.  Reaching up to his nose, he used his index finger to wipe away the blood.  “Then kill me now.  Get rid of the weak link in this alliance, it would do everyone a favor.”

To say she was disgusted, she was.  “How can you do this to yourself?  Stop degrading yourself, your better then those demons Shinji!  What does it take to tell you otherwise?  Would Okita or your sister want to see you suffer as you are now?”  Those eyes bore holes almost into the emerald eyes, “Would they?”

He had to look away, the guilt of his own selfish need to die coming up to gnaw at his frazzled nerves.  Nobody truly understood him anymore.  They weren’t alone, hunted down every night, always looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was there.  You can’t escape the past.  It never goes away.

“No, Okita would have wished for me to live a happy life.  Karoi would have wanted me to live true, never give into the darkness.  Never submit myself to Shiido’s ways of evil.”

“Which makes me curious why have you never taken another lover to replace Okita?  Surely there is another male to fill that empty place in your heart.”

“He knows my immortal signiture.  He killed 4 other lovers of mine, and I had to watch them all die, and each time it was always crueler.  I can’t even love a vampire.  Shiido killed her off horribly, and she had been kind to me.  I was happy for a few months, but then I had to loose her.  Anyone I dared to get close to, or remotely intimate with, ended up dead.”

Cassandra frowned and moved over to him.  She could feel his soul.  A soul that was in dire need to be saved from the chains that kept it shelled away in darkness.  Ironic what the ages have done to him.  When Shinji was drunk, his guards were let down.  Allowing very few to glimpse the true Shinji that was suffering more everyday.  Weather he would admit to it or not, he needed Sano and Ryo.  They were perhaps the only ones who could bring a smile to the guardian’s lips.  The evil that was Shiido would be sweeping through this city within weeks time was of the essence.

Reaching out with her pale hand she stroked the silken raven hair softly, and moved to straddled the other’s waist.  Her eyes looking at Shinji as she stroked his hair enjoying the silken texture of it.  She smiled some feeling him lean into her touch, calming his body down from its wind up state.

“Do you want it?”

Her voice was like silk to him, a near velvety purr.  “Yes.”

Cassandra moved her lips to his, and captured Shinji’s lips in a light kiss, wanting to see what type of a reaction she could draw out of Shinji.  Katze would understand, he needed this, and she would be more then happy to aid him with a freedom from his tormented soul.
“As you wish.”

Lips responded lightly to Cassandra’s.  Calloused hands that had used swords forever trailed lightly up the front of Cassandra’s silk tank top, and pushed away the long leather jacket allowing it to fall on the floor in a heap around them.  Allowing his tongue to slip inside of Cassandra’s mouth he allowed it to explore the inside of the silken mouth.  Her bare arms even felt like silk.  That was one thing about vampires their entire body was smooth, flawless, almost like a porcelain doll in a way, only more beautiful and alluring, yet still deadly at the same time.

Those pale hands moved to the front of the Shinji’s shirt, and began to work on unbuttoning it.  Her mouth latched a little more onto the warm less she was currently engaged with.  A moan being enticed from her lips as her own cold tongue slipped inside his mouth to better explore it.  Removing the last two buttons, she pushed the shirt off him, causing it catch on the back of the chair and hang on the floor some.

Her hands wandered over the bare chest to a slightly erect nub, and teased it with her fingers. “So warm…”

He felt her cold lips leave his and watched Cassandra’s hands in silence as those silken hands traveled down to his right nub and played with it.  The heat between his own legs could be let pooling into one spot.  It was rare he allowed anyone to touch him anymore, even a female get this far on him, but he wanted it, the release sex could give, even if it was only briefly.

Those cold supple lips latched on top his right nipple and teased at it with gentle nips.  Shinji allowed a faint gasp to escape his lips as he felt the sharp incisors brush over his nipple, and Cassandra’s hand reaching out to his left neglected nub to tease it pinching it with her sharp nail’s making him arch his back and moan with pleasure.  They say some people liked pain and pleasure.  He was one of those. Bondage being a past time favorite with him and Okita.

A grin crept across her face as she released the harden nub from her mouth, and moved to the neglected one and took it into her mouth, reapting the same actions to this one.  However as her right hand trailed down his chest, she paused the mark by his navel area.  The mark of the white dragon.  Each guardian was born with one, but it didn’t appear until their power was awoke.

The mark wasn’t a normal tattoo you’d expect.  It was made of real dragon scales of the white dragon clan.  The mark took over most of the area around the navel of a white dragon laying down, wings closed, and a tail that went down his left thigh wrapping around the rest of his leg to his knee.   In a way the mark looked like Aoi, his companion, a reason the two got along so well was due to the mark.  Another thing the mark allowed was a blending with him and his companion Aoi, he could transform into a hanyou, and increase his power levels, but for a limited a time.  Guardians of the past who had used this power had killed themselves as well as the companion who served them.  Young Guardians were permitted from using it, unless it was one hundred percent necessary.  Each mark a Guardian carried was very unique in it’s own way, very few were ever allowed a dragon’s mark, and Shinji it seemed had been more than quiffield to have such a mark.

The sound of a zipper being undone echoed faintly in the room.  The howling of the wind seeping inside the open doors of the study they were in dragging a few leaves in along the way, the scraping of them could be heard on the bare floor’s surface.

Pushing the silk boxer’s down a lifted she reached inside to pull out a semi-erect member, and lightly stroked the warm flesh with her hand.  Pleased with the sounds she was enticing from the man she sat on.  Pulling away from the harden nipple Cassandra flicked her tongue out at the nub causing the man to shiver in pleasure.

“Are you enjoying this, my lovely?”

Lust clouded emerald eyes gazed into those of the vampire straddling his lap, and grabbed her by the hair roughly into a demanding kiss, and trusted upwards into her hand that contained his member.  His kiss wasn’t sweet, but demanding control, as both of them fought for the role of dominance.  Still fisting the woman’s hair he let go of it, and pushed her away a little.

“Undress.”

Cassandra raised a simple brow at the other but agreed and stood up removing her tank top, followed by her bra, pants, and undergarments.  Once they were off she watched as Shinji stood and moved over to her.  Both of them naked now.  He having removed his pants and lower garments before he joined her.

“Shall we take this to my room?”  He asked her, lowering his lips to hers in another heated kiss, as he drew her naked body closer to his.  Firm supple breasts pushed up aghast his chest as he allowed his hands to explore the naked body before him, trailing up and down her side’s till his left hand choose to wander a little further to her womanhood, and slipped two finger’s inside of her already moist pussy.  Thrusting them in and out of her slowly, enticing a loud moan from the woman’s lips.
Cassandra could, all but feel her toes curl at the other’s actions, and broke free of the kiss to allow her gasp to slip out of her lips as he teased her wet cunt.  She personally didn’t mind any rough play here.  Just as long as it was good.  

“No.  Here is fine.” Was her breathless answer.

“Very well.”

Pulling her to the floor with him, he used her leather coat for her head to rest on, and carefully laid her back.  Their was no denying it Cassandra was a beautiful woman, but women just were not his type.  Then again he was to drunk at the moment, and didn’t care, just wanting a realse from the pain.  A chance to forget the weight of the world that rested on his shoulders.

Using his right leg he spread her legs open a little more to reveal the hairless prize.  Lowering his lip to one of her breasts he took one of the nipples into his mouth lightly sucking on it in a teasing manner as he thrust two finger’s into her moist pussy, and used his thumb to rub her cilt to further heighten her pleasure.

A moan left her lips as she arched into his touch, thrusting her hips forward to take in more of the digits inside of her.  “Please, stop teasing, and just fuck me already.”

Lifting his lips from nipple he cast his green eyes on her, eyeing her expression of lust growing inside her own eyes.  “No.”

Cassandra moaned as four fingers were now in her, stretching her open to prepare her for what was to come.  She didn’t need it.  Though she was touched he was taking the time to do this, and panted light as she could feel him rubbing her cilt harder.  It felt like she had to piss, but knew otherwise, she’d cum right then and they’re if he didn’t stop this.

“God, just fuck me now!”  She panted almost breathlessly.

“Someone’s being greedy.”

Cassandra allowed a hiss to leave her lips as he taunted her.  He thrust his finger’s deeper inside of her cause her to cry out in pleasure as he hit that spot inside of her.  She wanted him inside of her.  She wanted him to take her hard, pound her lilth body into the floor.

He withdrew his fingers from her wet cunt, and lifted the wet finger’s to his lips, and licked her cum off them.  His cock twitched in excitement, as he tasted her.  “You taste good.”

Cassandra watched as he offered her one of his digits with her juices on it, and took it into her mouth sucking on it like it was a sucker.  Her violet colored eyes locking with emerald colored ones.  She lightly sucked on the finger, and gradually began to wrap her tongue around it, watching Shinji closely, as he watched her in silence.  All but making lover to his finger.

“Enough teasing.”

That was all the warning she was given as he trust himself all the way inside of her to the balls.  A hiss escaping his lips as he felt her walls clamp down around his cock, seeming to suckle on it almost.  Pulling all the way out to the tip, he thrust back inside of her again, and set himself at a medium pace, has hands resting on her hips as he fucked her.

“Harder!  Oh fuck, yes.  Please harder Shinji!”

He could feel himself harden at those words, of her pleading for him to take her harder.  So he obliged.  Picking up his speed he began to pound into her harder.  The sound of flesh slapping aghast each other as he rammed into her harder like she asked.  Her slickness aiding in helping him maneuver in and out of her.

Cassandra gasped as he began hitting her continuously in that same spot, causing her moans to grow louder as he worked himself deeper inside of her.  Wrapping her legs around his waist tightly she caused him too all but burry his balls inside of her.  Crying out in pure pleasure she arached her back on the floor, her breasts bouncing up and down as he worked her harder.  

It was so pleasurable, she was so wonderlessly tight.  With a grunt, he drew her onto his lap.  Guiding her up and down he thrust up inside of her harder.  He was so close.  He could feel it.  Moving his lips to her left breast he took it into his mouth and began to suckle on it, loving the sounds it brought from the vampires lips.

“I’m so close,” She whimpered.

“God, you’re fucking tight Cass.  I’m close.”

Moving her hands to his shoulders she began to use them as leverage to bounce up and down on his cock.  Taking it deeper into herself.  Almost impaling herself on it with how hard she was thrusting her pussy down on top of it.

His panting was a little rugged now as he worked himself up a little faster now to finish; he wasn’t able to control himself no more.  He could feel all the heat in his body, pooling down into cock, and pulled away from Cassandra’s breast and licked at the sweat on her neck greedily.

“I’m going to cum!”

“So am I.”  Was the low throaty growl.

Shinji came hard.  He felt his cock explode and shoot up inside of Cassandra.  He felt her pussy clamp down around his cock, as she also came around him.  Her cunt seeming to milk his cock dry like a greedy infant does on their mother’s tit.

They remained still for a while, both of them using the other to lean on.  Not wanting to move after such invigorating sex.  Both their bodies coated in a thick layer of sweat.  The strong smell of sex lingering in the room.  Unable to be covered to from the summer breeze that drifted around the room.

Removing her arms from the others neck, she stood up tenderly.  Slightly sore from the rough sex, but it had been well worth it.  A few driblets of cum slid down her pale thighs as she stood, and moved to retrieve her things, and get dressed to depart.  Getting her lower garments she used them to wipe herself off, and tossed them into the trash basket.  What was one less pair of panties to her?

“Think you’ll be fine when I leave?”  She questioned him, her voice still a little breathless.

“I’ll manage, but do you think you could administer the kiss before you depart?”  He questioned, using his boxers to wipe his prick off.

“If you like.”

“I would.”

Moving to the balcony door’s Shinji moved to shut them but stopped as a white dragon flew inside the study and landed on the back of the reclining chair.  

“It stinks in here horribly.”  Aoi complained.

Shinji looked to his companion Aoi in silent amusement, and shut the door’s locking them.  “Yeh I know, I’ll take care of it tomorrow Aoi.”

The white dragon flapped her wings, to show her annoyance, “Fine, but if you find me dead in the morning you know why.”

“You don’t smell all that great Aoi when you’re in heat.”

Aoi growled at that comment, and moved to the flat surface of the recliner and curled up to sleep.  She’d been out exploring their new home for most of the day and just wanted to sleep, not have to smell the remains of Shinji and Cassandra’s fun.

Shinji watched as Cassandra headed down to his bedroom, and looked back at the white dragon, “Night Aoi.”

Leaving the door to the study open he walked down to his room, not seeming to care about the fact he was stark naked as the day he’d been born.  Entering his room he found Cassandra sitting on the bed idly playing with the silk sheets she’d pulled back to reveal, and watched as the other lowered himself into the bed and covered himself up with the other blanket’s.

“You’d think sex would have satisfied your body.  Than again you’ve never been an easy one to please.”

Resting his head on the soft pillow he looked up her.  His body relaxing into the bed as she stroked his hair, and leaned into the touch.  Content on what she was doing, and leaned his head to the left some to reveal his neck.  He’d done this many times it was normal to just allow the vampire biting him easy access.  In a way the vampire’s kiss was like a drug.  Soothing and freed you from the hell we live in everyday of our lives.  The dark embrace could bring such blissful peace.

Rubbing the flesh on his neck near the arty Cassandra watched in silence as the vein in the mans neck slowly seemed to reveal it’s self to her.  Rich powerful blood flowed in those veins beanth the flesh.  Blood only a select few got to taste; it was an honor to be allowed a Guardian’s rich potent blood.

Leaning down over the man her eyes flashed yellow in the moonlight.  Almost feline like they were as they glowed.  Kissing the flesh lightly on the other’s neck she opened her mouth to reveal the twin canine teeth, and sank them into the flesh, and moaned softly as the warm blood flowed through her.  His blood tasted powerful filled with the powers of those who had come before him.  Power’s earned throughout his existence.

He did nothing; he simply lay their welcoming the bliss the vampires could offer him through her kiss.  It is said if you allowed your mind and body to be a peace when a vampire bit you.  You are able to hear the vampire’s song.  Very few heard this tune, and when you did you wanted to hear it again.  All the way from the beginning to the end.  It was rare even a mortal was allowed to hear it.  As the song it’s self-spoke of mysteries even the eldest of remaining vampires didn’t want their fledglings to know of.  Let alone a human.  Vampires were very secretive creatures as told in the stories we as children have grown up knowing, but again.  What is said in the stories doesn’t touch what the truth really is.

I think Anne Rice is about the only person to write vampire novel’s as closely as the real one’s are perceived.  However, left out one fine detail they ‘can’ be out in the light of day, but they need to be sure to protect their eyes from the harsh rays of the light, and cover themselves well to not harm their sensitive skin.

<center>You look in my eyes,
I see a window of enterinty
A world different from this one.
Come to me beloved,
Your soul is withering,
I will heal your woes, and sins
I need you to survive this death.
This is the beginning of the end,
Your life as this is over,
Come, come to me underling.
Welcome my kiss,
It will heal your soul,
I shall rid thee of this pain
Look into my eyes, beloved one…</center>

Pulling away from his neck Cassandra bit her tongue and ran it over the twin marks to have them disappear.  Looking at the peaceful figuring slumbering, she smiled softly, and moved to kiss the top of his head, and ran a hand through the silken locks of raven hair.  “Sleep well beloved one, may the Lady Selena be watching over you as you rest.”
Sliding off the bed Cassandra stood and exited the bedroom, and stopped in the doorway.  Taking one last glance at the man slumbering in the bed, she turned and left, pulling the door to the room closed as she departed to return to her lover Katze.

TBC....