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The Blood Moon Chronicles (Conqueror Prime & Rapedoll)

"Going? A where are we like going?" Rachel looked up a little startled from inspecting her bite mark. "You mean we are not going in?" Rachel looked across the roof of the red mustang as Willow climbed in. " You mean we came all this way and we are not going in?" Rachel wined throwing the house a look over her shoulder and then throwing the car door open and climbing in. Disappointment written all over Rachel's face.

Sitting in the back Paige had calmed down considerably. It seemed that little voice that kept nagging her in the back of her mind had finally calmed down, or maybe it just passed out. What ever it was she was glad to have the piece in her head for a few minutes.

Nodding, "Yeah I came here because Rachel didn't want to come alone, and I didn't think it was a good idea for her to come by herself."
 
“That was a brave and noble gesture, girl, but it was one of the most stupid things that you could have possibly done,” Willow said as she started her car back up. “We can smell your fear and it’s a very stimulating scent. Not being able to control that makes you a danger to yourself around my kind; even me. If the two of you hadn’t screamed like you had just then, you might just be dead right now and if I had killed you then Rachel would be dead. She would have ran from me and in that savage state, she would have been prey. If I didn’t get her, they would have.” She motioned with a tilt of her head to the group of men standing outside of the house.

“I suppose that doesn’t matter,” she continued as she shifted the car into drive and began to pull off. “Rachel got her bite and no one had to put themselves in any danger...” Willows eyes flittered up to the rear view mirror to take a quick look at Rachel before moving back to the road. “… and no, we aren’t going in. Those vampires aren’t the kinds that you want to get involved with. Actually, none of us are but it isn’t my place to tell you that you can’t do something. I’m not your parents and I’m not your sister but I am asserting myself as your mistress. For the time being, Rachel, you are going to serve as my pomme de sang. That is my price for taking you to meet some of your glamor boys.”
 
The two girls looked at each other in the back seat and then both raised and eyebrow.. almost as twins in unison the asked "What is a pomme de sang?" Then Rachel giggled, " sounds like some kind of french poodle."

Paige sunk back in the leather seat of the Mustang, not sure if she felt guilty or relieved at Willows little lecture. "So where are you taking us now?" Paige asked.
 
“It sounds French because it is French,” the vampire stated as she drove back down the street that the three had come in from. “The highest council of my people is located in France and the pomme de sang is a universal vampire law passed onto my people from them. In English, it translates into apple of blood and as my pomme de sang, you swear only to serve as sustenance to me. No other vampire may feed from you for as long as our mutual pact is in existence. In return, I am expected to protect you and in failing to do so, I will be punished by the Master of the City. In addition, I am justified in killing any of my own kind who know of our pact and try to feed on you regardless. I do not have authority to end my pact once I accept it. Our pact ends only when you, yourself, consent to another vampire.”

When the car neared the end of the road and reached the main strip of Winchester, Willow did not turn back toward Jessica’s house. Instead, she turned to head off toward the warehouse district. “I am insisting this for your own safety. I don’t want anyone else feeding on you until we know how your body reacts to all of this. I want you to be fully aware of your limits before you allow anyone else to feed on you so that you do not severely hurt yourself or even kill yourself… or worse.”

“To answer your question, little lady,” Willow continued as her eyes clicked to Paige in the mirror. “We are going to the VIV so that the two of you can meet the people that you came with me tonight to meet. I can’t get you in the door but as long as the two of you remain calm, there’s no reason that we can’t sit in the parking lot and talk.”
 
"So I'm going to be like your slave hu? Blood slave." Rachel giggled."well like yeah. That was awesome but it was also scary. I don't know if i'm ready to let someone else do it yet." Rachel told Willow.

"Omg! Paige you have to really try it! It's like so so awesome what a rush." Rachel said turning to her friend next to her. Then turning to Willow, "yeah ok I'll be your pompino or what ever it's called. This is so great."

Paige just sat in the back rolling her eyes at her friend, "yeah alright sure." She said with out an ounce of conviction. But Paige felt a lot better knowing they where going to be with a better crowed .. and that they weren't going in was even better.
 
“You’ll have to excuse my tasty little treat,” Willow said as she eyed Paige in the mirror with a slight frown on her face. “Everyone reacts to their first feeding in pretty much the same way if it is done gently and consensually. She’s light headed from the loss of blood and she’ll probably be like that until she finally falls asleep for the night. Of course, being taken unwillingly can be a much less enjoyable sensation. I should know; that’s how I was turned.”

Willow paused, losing herself to a rather unpleasant memory for a just a moment before she continued. “On a more pleasant note, if you ever do feel like giving it a try then you can have Jessica get ahold me. I am by no means encouraging you to go down that dangerous road but as I told Rachel, it isn’t my place to tell you that you can’t. It is my place, however, to offer you the safest introduction. I could easily juggle the both of you as apples. It’s only safe for my kind to feed from a single human three times a month; four if the human is accustomed to the feeding.”

“Keep in mind that I can’t usually promise a lot of things when dealing with my kind except that we’re a dangerous breed but I can promise that you aren’t likely to see me in that kind of savage state again now that I’ll know to be ready for your nervousness. I try to feed nightly to sate my lust but I’ve missed the past two nights. If I hadn’t then I wouldn’t have been so pale and I wouldn’t have snapped like that.”

Speaking of being pale, Willow’s skin was now beginning to glow again with a new life thanks to Rachel’s gift of blood. She was taking on the look of a living being with rosey cheeks. Rachel, however, was a little pale from the loss of her blood but it wasn’t a very drastic change. Paige might notice because Rachel was her friend but others that didn’t know her might think that she just needed to get some sun.
 
"Yeah well I think it was your hunger that drove my fear to begin with cause I felt something was wrong. And if you hadn't snapped like you did I wouldn't have gone over the edge," Paige said. A lot of the frightened edge in Paige's voice had left.

Paige turned and looked at her friend.. raising a worried eyebrow in her direction, "Are you sure your ok, maybe we should go home so you can get some rest."
"Oh don't be silly I'm fine. And look , what could possibly happen out here in the parking lot." Rachel said.
"Ok fine, If you want to spend your Friday night sitting in some parking lot so you can ogle the boys you cant have then fine" Paige said , a bit if irritation in her voice. She sat back crossing her arms over her chest, looking up in the mirror where she saw Willows eyes still watching her.
 
Willow was starting to get the feeling that Rachel’s little girlfriend harbored a vampire-hating attitude beneath that adorable little shell. It would explain the fear; humans tended to fear things that they did not understand. It would explain her desire to not let her friend come alone with her chaperone; showing a distrust in the vampires and in Willow. Though that particular trait was something that Willow applauded. Her kind, as she knew, weren’t to be trusted. Now she seemed to be a little displeased that the three of them were going to the VIV.

It didn’t really bother Willow. Hell, if she was right and this little girl hated vampires then maybe she could help balance Rachel out so that she never ended up like her older sister. Most of the vampire community put Willow on the same level as their Master, Gabriel; a human sympathizer. Most vampires, however, had willingly been transformed with the promise of a much longer life. Willow hadn’t been given a choice.

“Do you see something that you like, there, girlie?” Willow said with a joking tone when she had noticed that Paige was not only looking at her but staring. “I don’t think that I’d be able to handle another feeding tonight but if I want me to pull off to the side of the road here and bite you for the hell of it then I’d be happy to.”
 
Paige was hardly hearing a word Willow was saying.. her attention had been drawn to the front door where stood a strong handsome man with long dark hair pulled back into a pony tail. He didn't look like the normal blood sucking vampires that looked white and pale, instead he looked to be of European decent with a deep bronze skin. If Paige didn't know any better she would swear that he worked out in the sun but knowing that was almost impossible for a vampire. Wearing a pair of black tight fitting jeans and a black wife beater that showed off every flex of his muscles as he stood there eyeing the crowed.

She licked her lips, not realizing Willow was watching her as she watched the tall handsome man. She watched him for a couple of minutes then she saw a small pale blond holding a drink stagger and fall against him giggling. The man didn't seem impressed at all with the blond as he looked down at her almost as if he was sneering .. but the little blond was so drunk or high or perhaps both to even notice the mans distaste. Then she saw the man push the girl away from him as he disapeard inside .. Paige lost the man as he melted into the busy crowed inside the warehouse.

"hmmm... what?" Shaking her head and noticing Willow looking at her talking to her. "hmmm what? Interested? who me? Naa just watching." She said.. looking down she noticed her palms where sweaty again.. but this time it wasn't because she was scared. She wiped her palms on her skirt as she looked up and smiled at Willow.. a soft rosy glow coming to her cheeks.
 
Once Willow had the car parked in the busy lot of one of the many identical warehouses, she tried to figure out just what Paige had been looking at because those little eyes weren’t on the vampire woman anymore. It didn’t take her long to pinpoint just who Paige was looking at and it brought a smirk to the raven-haired woman’s full lips. Willow recognized the man and, much would be to the surprise of Paige, he was not by any means a vampire. She didn’t know the man’s real name but she knew that Cecelia, his Mistress, called him Butch. Though he was not a vampire, he wasn’t completely human either; not anymore at least. Butch was Cecelia’s human servant and often served as one of the bouncers at the VIV events; always accompanying his mistress wherever she may travel.

“I asked if you saw something that you liked,” Willow repeated herself as her eyes snapped back to the little uptight brunette in the back seat. “… though you answered the question for me well enough. A word of advice though, if I may; don’t let any of the eye candy here appeal to you before you know the story behind it. That ‘young’ man that you were just drooling over is as human as you are but he’s a hundred and fifty years old. What’s more, he’s Cecelia’s human servant. Lay one hand on him and that bitch will tear it off.”

As Willow spoke, she busied herself with rolling down her window. If the three of them were going to be sitting here in the parking lot, then there wasn’t any reason to extend a social gesture but she was honestly hoping that no one would come over to talk to them. Not a lot of people did talk to Willow, after all, and the ones that did she could at least trust not to go after Paige once they learned her age. The last thing that any of them would have wanted is for the Master of the City to come crashing down onto them for feeding from a minor. Of course, Willow couldn’t care less but she and the Master had a unique relationship.
 
Leaning back in the seat Paige gave a little whistle, "wow 150 years old.. and damn he didn't look a day over 22," Paige said.. Her normally soft voice took on a bit of a lusty tone as she talked about the man. "His.. ahmm" she had to clear her throat, "His mistress must be a very lucky vampire. I wouldn't mind having that hunk on my arm."

"Or your neck I would imagine," Seems the peanut gallery had woken up a little as Rachel pipped in, leaning over Paige so she could practically hang out the window. Her tiny black tee shirt exposing almost all of Rachel's accesses.
 
”Your little friend lost her chance to have someone at her neck when we drove off from that rat’s nest. The Master of the City doesn’t tolerate his Kiss feeding on minors and the penalty for doing so is almost guaranteed to be extermination.” Willow’s eyes were on Rachel in the mirror now but that might simply be just because Rachel had all but climbed atop her friend who was now obscured from the rear-view. “You don’t want any of these men to tear into you anyway. In most parts of the world, the vampire councils have strived to compromise a symbiotic relationship with your kind; hence the pomme de sang agreements and the human servant pacts. The problem with Winchester is simple. Your elders hate my kind and the vampires here have turned what should be a beautiful and intimate ritual into a symbol of power and possession.”

Realizing that Paige had to be uncomfortable being trapped beneath a second woman in the same hour timeframe, Willow opened the car door, stepped out of the car, and leaned her seat forward so that the girls could get out if they wanted. Maybe the fresh air would keep them calm. “Stay near the car if you get out,” the raven-haired woman commanded as she stepped aside and slid herself up to sit on the trunk of her car.

The vampire woman’s emerald eyes scanned the parking lot, recognizing most of the people that were coming and going from the club or their vehicles. There were other vampires, human servants, freaks, and she could have sworn that she had recognized one of the men as Gabriel’s were-animal-to-call; a lycan bound to the master vampire. This wasn’t the kind of place that two young human women should be spending their time hanging out but Willow wasn’t one to step into human affairs if there wasn’t an immediate threat of death. Besides, though she might not be thrilled with babysitting two six-teen year olds for the evening, she couldn’t deny that she was happy to have at least one reliable blood source again.
 
Paige sighed in relief when the cool night air hit her.. If Willow hadn't offered Paige would have asked if they could get out of the car.. After some maneuvering Paige was finally able to roll her giggly and high friend off her lap and climb from the car..

Paige didn't have the same problem as Rachel did as Paige was quite a bit shorter then her friend at barely even reaching five foot. But still, after being trapped in the tight back seat of the Mustang for over an hour She still needed to stretch and get some fresh air.

Stepping out of the car into the nice crisp night air she shook her long shinny dark Brown hair. Leaning back against the car her arms folded over her chest.. She looked around and then back at the door hoping to get another glimpse of that sexy man.. Even if he was off limits he still made for some pretty nice eye candy.
 
While Willow sat in silence and Paige stepped out of the car to get a lungful of fresh air, the inevitable happened. The VIV parties were an exclusive invite-only affair and the regulars were always quick to single out and identify new faces. While Willow was not a new face, all of the regulars would tell you that she was still a fairly rare sight. Paige and Rachel, however, were easily identifiable as new faces. Willow knew that they would draw attention and she knew that their presence would herald the arrival of the one man that she really would have rather not had to deal with. The raven-haired woman saw his eyes and ears everywhere in this crowd of party-goers. He was every vampire there. He was every junkie that had offered themselves to the fold. He probably already knew that Willow was there and that she had brought unwelcomed guests.

“You should let me bite you, girlie,” Willow said as she noticed just how many of the people in the parking lot kept looking over at the girls. “There are a lot of vampires here that I can’t protect you from if they decide that a chance at your neck is worth the risk of angering the Master. If they think that you’ve been fed upon, however, then they won’t give you a second look.”
 
Paige smiled and then looked at her friend still laying across the back seat of the Mustang giggling constantly. She turned back to Willow and gave her a smile then looked back at her friend again.

"Well it is tempting," Paige said as she licked her lips. "But I guess one of us should really try to keep a level head. I think maybe we have seen enough for tonight and should head back to my place." Paige thought Rachel would probably be high enough not to even care or knew that the party hadn't even started. Although Paige wouldn't have minded hanging around and enjoying a little more of the sights as she glanced back towards the door again, But she could sense Willow's growing unease.
 
“You don’t have to worry about losing your pretty little head, girlie,” Willow responded to Paige’s concerns. “I haven’t got any intentions of putting myself through a second feeding in one night. I would only be biting you so that there would be a bite wound on your neck. That should scare off most of the others quickly enough but I can’t guara-…” Whatever Willow was going to say had gotten stuck in her throat when she saw who was headed their way.

Someone had just walked out of the warehouse and was moving directly toward the car from where the three girls were watching the crowds. Their approaching visitor was a very young-looking man standing at least six feet in height with another inch or two to spare. His shoulder-length hair was as black as coal, waving in the wind behind him as he moved with long graceful strides. His clothes left little to the imagination; wearing only a pair of jeans that weren’t even buttoned and a pair of black boots. His shirtless form wasn’t as chiseled and toned as most male models but he still didn’t have anything to be ashamed about; boasting a full set of abs with a toned chest and arms.

Whoever this handsome piece of eye candy was, it quickly became clear that Willow either didn’t trust him or flat out didn’t like him because she leapt from her seat upon her car and moved to stand between Paige and the approaching man. The motion didn’t slow him down and as he drew nearer, Willow back up. The raven-haired woman’s backside was practically pressing against Paige’s stomache as she tried to reach around and pull the girl closer to herself in an almost protective manner. "Shut the door Rachel," Willow hissed as she guarded the unbitten Paige.

“Now Ma Cheri, why would you be so defensive with me of all people,” the man spoke in a smooth and oddly sweet voice as he neared the car. Now that he was closer it was apparent that his skin was as creamy as his voice and his eyes were a soft hazel. “I suppose that I should not complain. On most women, that defensive attitude would be an unattractive bother but on you it is so very alluring. It gives you the look of a lioness protecting her next meal.”
 
At first Paige was to interested in watching the door to really notice Willows reaction.. Well that is until Willow backed up forcing Paige against the car. She started to say something and then realized Willows stiff and nervous Willow seemed to be.

Fallowing Willows gaze she noticed the Dark haired man moving across the parking lot towards the car. Although Paige had no idea why her chaperone seemed to dislike this man. She peered around Willows shoulder as the man walked right up to Willow almost nose to nose. For a moment Paige thought she heard a slight growl although she couldn't tell which one it had come from.

Leaning against Willows ear, "Willow, whats the matter?"
 
“Miss Collette and I have an unpleasant history together,” the man answered before Willow could get so much as a word out. “I am proud to say that she and I once shared our lives together, or rather she shared her life with me. Unfortunately, she still blames me for the tragic events that ruined our relationship despite the fact that she now knows the terrible suffering which triggered that series of occurrences.”

The man backed away from the two women, knowing all too well that he was going to be struck if he lingered for too long within Willow’s reach. Once he had backed up to a more socially acceptable distance, the man swept into a low bow. “Forgive me, ma plaisant, for I have allowed my curiosity to get the better of my manners. I am the Master of the City, though you may call me Gabriel. I beg that you do not allow my past with Miss Collette to stain your opinion of me. The transgressions between us transpired three hundred years ago.” Once the man had finished speaking, he erected himself and stood there smiling at the trio of women. Like Willow on her better days, there wasn’t even a hint of fang in his smile.

“Oh cut your shit!” Willow snapped in retort to Gabriel’s seemingly sincere speech. “You’re a damned monster, just like the rest of us. You can hide behind your pleasantries all you wish but I know the truth. Gabriel the Gallant; the vampire champion of mankind… What a crock of lies. You’re just like me, just like Cecilia, just like every god-forsaken vampire cursed to drag out this lifeless existence of leaching our sanity off of the poor, misguided living foolish enough to allow us that luxury. Cut Gabriel off from his precious blood long enough and he’ll tear a human’s throat out to get to her crimson gold.”
 
Paige cocked and eyebrow as Willow and Gabriel spared with words. Damn 300 years is a long time to hold a grudge .. She sure hopped she never got on the wrong side of Willow.

"hmmm let me see if i have this right." Paige said looking from Willow to Gabriel, "You two used to be in love? and he turned you into a vampire? Do I have that right?" she asked. "So how come your mad at him? I thought you liked being a vampire." Paige noticed by now they where starting to draw a crowed as people seemed to be hoping they would get to see some action. But Paige on the other hand wasn't so sure she wanted to be any where around when the fangs and claws started to come out.

"I think Willow was just about to take us home." She couldn't help that nervous feeling that started creeping over her again.. Looking back towards the back seat of the Mustang she noticed that now Rachel seemed to be sleeping off what ever high she had been on.
"My friend and I are a little bit tired"
 
“Now why would you wish to leave before you have been invited inside?” The man asked upon Paige’s insistence that she and her friend be taken home. “If you and your friend were older then I would be required to doubt the intentions of your hearts but I can see that you are both young and I can smell that you are not of our kind. I can only assume that the two of you came here tonight with the intention of being introduced to a young and handsome vampire in hope that you could win his icy heart. It seems to be a rather common fantasy among your generation; one that I am surprised that Miss Collette is willing to indulge.”

“My name is Willow you conceited bastard! If I won’t even let my own brother call me Collette anymore then I damn sure don’t want you doing it,” the raven-haired woman shouted in retort with fangs bearing. Willow’s outburst only seemed to rile the small crowd up and draw an even greater number of spectators. This wasn’t an uncommon situation and it was one that some of the regulars looked forward to when Willow dared to show her face around the Master. It never ended in a real fight but neither the Master nor Willow were too well liked and the idea of the two of them tearing one another apart was still an enticing idea nonetheless.

Gabriel simply offered the outraged woman a small smile before quickly returning his eyes to the young girl trying to look out from behind his former lover. The handsome vampire raised his hand, extending it out and holding it open with his palm facing up as though he were just waiting for Paige to take it. “If you would like to hear the full story then you are welcome to come inside, ma plaisant. I do not feel that openly discussing such a tender subject would be wise in our current company.”
 
Paige almost reached out and took the charismatic vampires hand, she was tempted. But she wasn't raised to be rude and she had come with Willow and wasn't about to snub her host. Instead she grabbed the back of Willows shirt so hard her knuckles got white, as if she didn't trust herself from being drawn to this man.
"Naa.. I don't think so. I came with Willow and I'm going to be staying with her"
She moved her body to slide under the woman's arm almost as if to prove her point. All but draping herself over Willow giving the woman a come hither look.
 
As Paige slid herself beneath the raven-haired woman’s arm, Willow instinctively embraced the girl with a motion similar to a one-armed hug. The only real difference being that willow was still staring down the Master of the City and holding Paige to her side rather than her front. This new position would offer Paige a better look at the woman who she had just claimed to be staying with and it wasn’t what a human would usually consider a pretty sight. In her ‘excitement’, Willow had cast aside just a shred of her youthful glamor. She was still, by most standards, beautiful in form but her full lips had been snarled aside and her fangs were bearing in open view. Her eyes, a gentle chocolate brown when they had been peering at the girls in the mirror, were now a pitch black in their entirety. Willow looked ready and willing to tear this man apart, regardless of the fact that he had been nothing but courteous to her and the young human.

Gabriel’s hand fell slowly back to his side after Paige rejected his offer to accompany her inside. For a moment, there was a look of shock upon the handsome vampire’s features but that was quickly replaced with an almost pleased smile. “You are a strange girl for your age,” his voice rang out in that gentle and warm tone; Willow’s polar opposite in every way. “Though it is increasingly rare for me to exert my will upon the living, rejection is not something that I am at all accustomed to. I’ve come to expect most human girls your age to melt into giggling fits in my presence but you… Not only have you got the presence of mind to decline me but you’ve got a courtesy most uncommon among-.”

“Your silver tongue isn’t charming anyone here you savage snake,” Willow interrupted as she all but spat her words at the gentleman vampire. “The girl said that she is staying with me so why don’t you just slink back under your damned rock where we can all forget that you ever plagued our presence?” Between Willow’s earlier outburst of bloodlust and her current state of aggression with a seemingly upstanding member of the vampire community, it is a wonder that Paige did not run for cover. Of course, that would mean that she would be leaving Rachel alone with this woman.

“Yes, I suppose that I should take my leave,” the man spoke in a defeated tone as he turned his attention back to Willow. “It was not my intent to invoke your fury though I do not know why I believed, even for a moment, that you would wish my company. Your young friends are welcome inside if they happen to change their minds. I hope that the three of you enjoy the rest of your evening.”
 
Paige couldn't help but feel maybe she was being just a bit to hasty, damn he was hot looking. But somewhere over the past hour Paige's initial fear of Willow had diminished and was replaced by a feeling of trust. She couldn't help but feel if Willow didn't trust this man and she should heed her hosts advice.

As the man turned and started to leave Paige noticed movement coming from the back seat of the Mustang. Oh great.. What had once appeared like Rachel was down for the count and would be passed out for the rest of the night was now replaced by a overly happy giggling Rachel as she popped her head out of the open car widow once again.
"Did he just say we could go in?" Rachel screeched excitedly grinning from ear to ear.. "Great lets go," she said as she staggered from the car still slightly unsteady on her feet.
 
Once the man had offered the girls their invitations to join the festivities, Gabriel bowed once again before turning back toward the building and walking off. The disheartened crowd funneled in behind him as he disappeared into the sea of people. Some of the crowd was mumbling, either calling Gabriel a coward or cursing Willow under their breath for causing trouble on what should have been a night for celebration. Either way, it seemed like most of the people in attendance had rather strong feelings for at least one of the two vampires if not both.

“You could have gone with him, you know,” Willow said as she removed her arm from around the little human girl to grab the one that was struggling to get out of the car. It wouldn’t have looked too good on Willow if her apple had busted her head open in a parking lot after being fed off of. “If Gabriel is anything then he is a man of his word. I think that he would be the first person I would turn to if I ever felt incapable of fulfilling my end of a pomme de sang pact.” After speaking those words, Willow turned her head and spat on the asphalt.
 
Paige reached over and took Rachel's other arm, and help Willow get Rachel back on her own two feet.. Well close enough to her own feet anyways.

Paige shook her head blowing off Willows suggestion, "Naa I wouldn't do that. I came with you and I will leave with you. And besides, I have to make sure you leave some blood left in my friend here." She smiled and winked at Willow for she had a feeling that Willow would make sure Rachel was going to be alright wither or not Paige was there.

"So what do you say? Should we go test the waters?"
 
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