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The Blood Moon Chronicles (Conqueror Prime & Rapedoll)

“I wouldn’t have left without you, girlie,” the raven-haired woman state. “I would have just waited out here with my apple and we could have gotten out of here when you were done having your fun inside. Judging by that bastard’s skin, I’d say that he’s fed tonight or, at latest, last night. You would have been… safe with him.” The woman turned her head again and spat. Whatever happened between the two of them, Willow really didn’t like having anything positive to say about her former companion even when he wasn’t around.

“Aw, is little Willow starting to miss her vampire boy-toy?” The voice had come from a man sitting atop a car parked several spaces behind Willow. How long he had been there was anybody’s guess. He didn’t look like a vampire but then again, neither had Gabriel and now that the color was returning to her skin and she had calmed down, neither did Willow. Good vampires were known for their ability to blend into the world around them and hide among humans without being seen or heard. Guessing his height would have been hard because he was sitting with his legs crossed but he looked about the same size as the Master. In fact, he looked a lot like Gabriel with a more narrow facial structure. He was even wearing the same attire save for the addition of a belt and an unbuttoned black shirt. His hair was about the same length but it was an earthy brown as opposed to that charcoal black.

Whoever this man was, it would seem as though Willow knew him just by his voice because she’d frozen the moment that he’d muttered that sentence. Her eyes drifted shut and she took a single deep breath before she opened her eyes and returned her attention to the girls. “Will you be alright going inside, girlie? I don’t think we’ll be able to change Rachel’s mind on the matter.”
 
Paige's attention immediately snapped into the direction the voice had come from, still holding onto Rachel's arm but with a look of surprise on her face. Her eyes seeming to lock on the mans eyes as he watched as Willow and Paige helped Rachel to her feet.

It was strange cause Paige had never been one to be boy crazy.. I mean yeah once in awhile she would see somebody she thought was rather hot.. But tonight, for some strange reason everyone she was seeing she seemed to be instantly attracted to. This thought made her a little anxious and nervous. How could so many attractive men be in one spot? And now this man with his bad boy aditued just made him that much more desirable.

Turning to look at Willow, she was almost shocked to see Willow was talking to her.. she had been so entranced by this young man. Then she realized what she was saying. Smiling and then turning back to look at the man on top of the car. Damn that man made her get butterflies in her stomach.

"Ahh yeah, I should be fine." Then turning to look at her friend, "But what about Rachel think she will be ok?"
 
“Rachel is going to be fine once she finds her legs again,” Willow assured Paige with an uncharacteristically caring tone. “She’s a first timer is all and the people here are used to seeing girls like her at these kinds of places. She’s actually safer like this than you are as your own little self. It’s obvious that she’s been fed upon and if she happens to bump into anyone then they aren’t going to chance hurting someone who could possibly come back and serve as their own meal for a night. Most of the idiots inside might actually find her current state… amusing. Personally, I wish there was a way to do this without the addicting high. Vampire bites can be as life-changing as a drug addiction. Just look at Jessica. I’ve watched her become a willing slave to my kind.”

“You aren’t ignoring me are you Willow?” the man seated atop the car asked as he leapt from the vehicle and began making his way toward the trio of girls. “Come on, little sister, what’s it been? Fifty years almost hasn’t it? You’re really just going to blow me off like that? Where’s your family spirit?”

Every word that came out of the man’s mouth seemed to be getting brushed off by the raven-haired woman but by the time he was finished slamming her with questions, he was only a few feet away. “Well I was trying to but you’re making it a lot more trouble than it is worth,” she finally offered the man some kind of answer. “Rachel, Paige, this is my older brother, Mallkior.”
 
hmmm Willow might have been ignoring the man .. but Paige sure wasn't. Her eyes fallowed every move of the tall strikingly good looking man, and her face wasn't hiding that fact as a slight warm blush came to her cheeks. Her eyes took on a almost dreamy quality.

hmmm...?? ... Brother? .. Sister? Paige blinked her reality slammed back down to earth.
"Hmm Brother? so you two are family?" Paige said a little shocked and then a small smile came to her face as she was introduced to Willows brother. As soon as she smiled she ripped her eyes way from him and looked down at the ground... for some reason her feet seemed very interesting at the moment as she tried to hide the blush on her face.

And then she looked up at him once again, "Willow.. I mean your sister was just going to take us inside .. why don't you join us?"
 
“As tempting of an offer as that is, I am afraid that I am not welcome at these little get-togethers,” the man spoke as his eyes drifted over the girl who was now staring at her feet. Once he’d appraised her, his gaze returned to Willow. “I always know where they are being held thanks to a little birdie and I usually show up to linger around the lot hoping to catch up with old friends but I never thought that I’d actually bump into my baby sister here. What the hell brings you out here? You aren’t trying to get back into that idiot’s pants again are you?”

“Shut the hell up,” Willow snapped back. “My feelings for that man are history. They’re behind me and that is where they are staying. I don’t feel any need to justify my actions to you, to Gabriel, or to anyone else so why don’t you just slither back to wherever it is you’ve come from?” Willow was yelling at this man like she had been yelling at the other. Though that might only be because she was now trying to keep Rachel steady and didn’t want to blow the girl’s ear drum.

“Touchy as always I see,” the man said as he brought his arms up and crossed them over his chest. His eyes turned back toward the girl whom was clearly infatuated with him despite the fact that he hadn’t yet pressed his will against hers. “It would seem that my sister’s still as fond of me as ever. If you don’t have any business inside then you’re welcome to sit out here with me while Willow takes care of her business inside.”
 
Paige kept her gaze down, only once in awhile glancing up at the tall dark haired stranger. With her hair blocking out most of her face, her smile slightly faltered, but it seemed to go unnoticed, when he said he wouldn't accompany them inside.

She quietly listened as the two siblings verbally spared back and forth. Lifting her head, brushing her long hair off her face and back behind her ears, when his attention moved back in her direction. Her dark green eyes locking with his.. Oh his eyes where so big and dark, she felt like she could melt right into them if they kept looking at her long enough.

Her eyes light up for a brief moment .. a smile lit up her face. "Really?!" For a moment she was almost as giddy as her friend before she maintained a moment of composure. Turning back towards Willow, seeming to not even notice the scowl on Willows face. "Can I? Can I Willow? Can I wait out here?" Paige was slightly bouncing almost like a six year old at an amusement park.
 
Between Gabriel and her brother, Willow just wanted to get the hell out of there but Rachel’s renewed spirits promised to make that quite the endeavor. Then, of course, Cecelia would definitely hunt her down once she was inside and that vampire tramp was right there along with Gabriel in her list of least favorite people in the city. Leaving Paige outside with Mallkior probably wasn’t the brightest idea in the world given his opinion of humans but it was that or spend all night inside trying to fight back those looking to make a meal out of Paige. Mallkior could, at the very least, be trusted not to kill her if he decided to bite her.

Willow turned to look at her brother for the first time, her eyes narrowing when she saw that his skin didn’t quite have its full glow. It really didn’t matter to the raven-haired woman if Mallkior bit her. She had brought the girls out tonight for that very reason, after all. What did matter to Willow, however, was the way that her brother bit the girl and she knew that if it was left up to him that it would not be a pleasant experience. Pain could not be avoided in the feeding, Willow knew that. It could be dampened by a tender touch or with an exertion of will but it could not be eliminated. Where Willow liked to dampen the pain and make the act of feeding an intimate sort of near bonding experience, she knew that Mallkior was more prone to make the experience torturous when given the chance.

“I had best not come back out here and find that you’ve hurt this girl,” Willow warned in her icy tone. “If she lets you feed then that’s her business but you had best be as gentle as you can and you’d best not leave any larger of a mark than you have to. Both of these girls’ necks were virgin when they got in my car this evening and I brought them out here for a good time; not to be scarred. Got it?”

“I believe that what happens out here between your little friend and I is our business, dear sister,” Mallkior stated coldly and frankly as he held his hand out for the girl to take just as Gabriel had. “I could be mistaken, my lovely little treat, but I do believe that is the friendliest answer that we are going to get out of the great dead ice queen.”
 
Paige stepped out around Willow. Now totally enthralled with the charismatic vampire Named Mallkior. She held out her hand, her fingers brushing against his before they wrapped around her delicate hand and pulled her next to him. The butterflies in her stomach danced and swirled. Wither or not she heard Willow or gathered the warning in her voice it didn't matter as she was totally taken with the young looking vampire. She felt as nervous as a young girl on her first high school date.

She turned and watched Willow walk away Rachel draped over the vampires arm giggling. Once they had disapeard into the club she turned back towards Mallkior, his dark eyes seemed to be studying her. She felt as if she stared long enough into those eyes she would see a fire burning deep within him. He looked so strong and handsome, like he could easily scoop her up and crush her in his embrace.
 
Once it seemed that Paige had made up her mind to stay out here with her brother, Willow didn’t waste any time in guiding Rachel off toward the warehouse doors. The sooner they got in, the sooner they could get out, and the sooner she would be free of her own kind. Willow had always preferred the company of humans over that of vampires. Back when she was alive, Gabriel had been the one and only exception to that rule until she, herself, became a vampire at his hand. One would think that she would just move from Winchester and start anew in a place where vampires were more happily accepted but she had never even tried. She had talked about it before but she just felt tied to the city of her birth.

“Always good to see that my sister is as cheerful as ever,” the seemingly young man said once Willow was out of earshot. “You know, she always gets so prissy when Gabriel’s around but I think she still likes him. There is just no way that he can get under her skin so easily if she wasn’t secretly thinking about all of those nights that she used to sneak out of the house and meet him at the bloodsucker clubs.”

As he spoke, Mallkior slid his arm around behind Paige’s back, hooked his hand on her shapely hip, and pulled her tightly against him. “And then there is me. Where the hell does she get off getting prissy with me over enjoying my undeath when she’s the one that turned me into a damn vampire? That woman complains about everything. I bet that if she could still eat solid food then she would bitch about her ice cream being cold.”
 
Paige tried to picture Willow as a young teenager like herself. The same Willow who seemed so calm (well except when she was biting somebody.. and lets not forget about arguing with past loves), and collected . And then trying to envision her in love with Gabriel. Somehow Willow didn't seem like the type to fall in love to easily.

Paige was curious about the vampires and the way they lived. Not just that, but she wanted to find out as much as she could about this sexy vampire that was standing next to her, holding her to him. She had to admit she liked the way his body made her feel when it was pressed up against her. Who would have thought that the cold undead touch of a vampire could make her feel so warm inside.

"Three hundred years is a long time to hold a grudge. But I suppose when somebody kills you it's kind of hard to get over." Paige said. "But in all these years has she ever been in love with anyone else?" Paige watched his eyes as she asked him questions. She was genuinely interested. But mostly, she was curious as how the vampire world takes the matter of love.. Do vampires fall in love like humans? or are they incapable of it? But that wasn't the question she asked but that's what she was trying to find out .. in a round about way.

"And what about you?" She lightly poked him in the side teasingly, "If she's your sister.. then what was she doing biting you?"
 
Now that Willow was gone, Mallkior could have just grabbed this girl and ran off with her, as he fully intended to do. The truth behind Mallkior’s fifty year absence from Willow’s life was that he simply hadn’t been in town. There had been an incident roughly fifty years ago in Winchester in which the authorities had discovered the bodies of thirteen young women in an abandoned apartment building. The next day, while the parents gathered in the morgue to identify their daughter’s bodies, all thirteen girls sprang up from the grip of death as revenants and murdered their parents and the morgue workers. There was no greater crime in the vampire world than the creation of revenants; mindless vampires created when more than one sane vampire participates in the feeding that leads to their creation.

Mallkior’s involvement in the massacre had been proven and though they knew that he could not have acted alone to create revenants, no other vampires could ever be identified in the crimes. Even if one or more of the guilty would go free, Gabriel would not sit by and allow Mallkior to walk away. Gabriel himself, along with Cecelia and three other vampires had sworn to see an end brought to the renegade vampire. Unfortunately for Gabriel, Mallkior was a step ahead; always had been. One of Gabriel’s agents was the second vampire in the revenant attack and he helped Mallkior escape Winchester undetected. Gabriel was told that Mallkior had been staked and burned. The entire incident had been kept hidden from Willow. She would never believe that her brother would go so far and if she knew that Gabriel had killed him then she would have gone after the Master himself. It was better for her to not know back then but now it seemed that Mallkior was the one benefitting from that secret.

Regardless of what happened back then, Mallkior had always been a supporter of the philosophy that you shouldn’t do something just because you could. He ‘could’ run off right now with this girl but why not humor her? It had been quite some time since Mallkior had actually spoken with a human instead of picking one up at a freak bar and grabbing a bite to go. Maybe it would be nice to educate the lesser species.

“That’s a long story, short-stack,” the vampire said as he turned his attention down to the much short human girl on his arm. “Why don’t we go find someplace nice to sit and I’ll tell you the whole tale?”
 
Mallkior held her hand as they walked.. she fallowed him like a little lamb being led to sluttier.
She giggled softly .. she kind of liked the way the vampire teased her.
"Ok but, I don't want to go to far just in case Willow and Rachel come looking for me." Then looking around. "What about over there?" she pointed to a large crop of trees at the other end of the parking lot. "We could go sit under those trees nobody would bother us but we would still be able to keep our eyes on Willow's car."
 
Though it wasn’t as far off as Mallkior might have preferred, the crop of trees that Willow had selected would still be out of the way enough for Mallkior to easily keep himself hidden. He supposed he coldn’t complain. It was better than sitting here under the street lights. Besides, vampires were very good at just blending into the world around them if they wanted to. The way they could stop their breathing, slow their pulse, and sit perfectly and completely still was almost as good as a chameleon’s skin in the rainforest.

Mallkior followed quietly along with the human girl until they had reached their destination. After a quick look around, the vampire leaned back against the tree and slid down until his legs were crossed beneath him with the tree trunk to rest back against. His arms were raised up over his head as though he were stretching before he placed his hands into his lap and turned his attention to the stars.

“Now where to begin…” he mused while he waited for the little human girl to get herself situated. Comfort didn’t much matter to the vampire so he had taken a seat as soon as possible but he knew that the little human would need a moment to situate herself. “Ah yes! I know just where to start. Your sister gave you my name but I do not believe that I caught yours. I heard two, Rachel and Paige, though my sister was not courteous enough to point out who was who.”
 
Watching as Mallkior slid down against the tree making himself comfortable, Paige moved around in front of him. Sitting on the ground facing him she pulled her legs up and tucked them underneath her. Four years on her jr. and then high schools gymnastics team made her totally flexible and comfortable sitting in this position.

As her eyes moved over his body she noticed the thin line of hair fanning out and then disappearing below his pants. For somebody that didn't need to breath his muscles rippled and flexed under his open shirt as he moved. The way he leaned back against the tree stretching out it was almost like he was trying to tease Paige with his body. She had to turn her head, pretending to be studying the door in case Willow came out looking for her. The thought that he might know how much he was turning her on was a bit embarrassing for the 16 year old girl. Even if the vampire hadn't been using any mind control on her.. the sexy vampire was was sparking all of the 16 year olds hormones.

"Paige" she said in a soft almost dreamy voice.. then her head snapped back in his direction and she cleared her throat.." Ohh hahaha sorry. My name is Paige." and then she smiled and blushed at him.
 
“Well, Paige, to really understand Willow, you’ve first got to understand Collette,” the man said as he completely ignored all of the signs that Paige was unintentionally giving him. There wasn’t any need to really acknowledge her attraction if he was just going to entertain her questions. He’d just wait and throw all of this back at her later. “Collette was my younger sister, three years my junior, and twenty years old at the age of her death. She wasn’t the sweetest girl around but she wasn’t the ice queen that she is today either. Mostly, she didn’t trust vampires and she didn’t trust their human freaks which back when the two of us were alive, wasn’t as taboo as it is for you kids. Well, to be fair, Vampires were very rare back then and they didn’t have citizenship rights but that’s probably why it wasn’t taboo. Most of the population ignored vampires completely and the rest of the population viewed them as a harmless exotic.”

Mallkior paused for a moment there and thought about how to best approach the living image of Willow. He’d not seen that side of her for three hundred years, after all. Once he’d made up his mind, he continued on. “Collette met the vampire of her dreams when she was fifteen. Over those five years, she and Gabriel grew very close and toward the end of Collette’s life, he had offered her a place forever at his side as his human servant. To save me another very complex explanation, let’s just call the human servant ritual a marriage of life and death. A vampire can only ever have one human servant at any time and once bound, the bond lasts until death. Marriage is probably the best way to describe it.”

“Not long before Gabriel was preparing to start putting the servant marks on Collette, he crossed his Master. Now obviously, this was before he broke free from that bond and became a master vampire himself but that isn’t important. What is important is that Gabriel was locked in a coffin and sealed within for three full months. For three full months, Gabriel was cut off from his human lover and, worse of all, from any and all sources of blood to feed upon. When they finally let him out, he had become just a small step above a revenant mentally and was little more than a skeleton with skin physically. His sanity was there, still intact, but he was hanging onto it by a thread.”

“Before letting him out, his Master decided to make an example of Collette and prove a point to Gabriel that his Master was not to be trifled with. Collette was told by Gabriel’s Master that her lover had been mentally preparing for the ritual and was now ready to bring her into his immortal life. She was present when Gabriel was released and, given his current state, was unable to stop himself from draining his future human servant of her very life. The master had promised that Gabriel was ready to bring Collette into his eternal life but she had thought that it had meant something else.”
 
"So this master that locked Gabriel away.. Is he still around?" As Paige sat and listened to Mallkior her eyes grew wider as if she where a kid sitting around a campfire listening to ghost stories. She shifted uneasy and looked around.
"So, It's not like Gabriel meant to kill her right? I mean he just couldn't help himself right? And if Willow really loved him wouldn't she have been happy to now be at his side?" She farrowed her eyebrows, "So what happened to make them hate each other so much? And what about you and Willow? How did you become a vampire?"
 
Mallkior just chuckled in response to the bombardment of questions. Though they were all legitimate to Paige, who was only along on the vampire thrill ride by happenstance, to Mallkior they were common sense. “Well, let me ask you this, Paige,” the man answered as his gaze fell from the stars overhead and down to the little girl that was hanging on his every word. “I noticed the mark on your little friend Rachel’s neck. It was clean; clearly done with more care than most vampires would give. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that she fed Willow tonight, yes?”

Anyone who knew Willow knew her feeding habits. She fed clean and gentle, making exception only when the blood haze blinded her judgment. If she was coherent then she never bit in the savage manner that some vampires did, not even upon request. Mallkior already knew the answer to the question that he had asked. There wasn’t any point in making it sound like a real question.

“There’s no need to answer that,” Mallkior interrupted when he saw the girl’s lips move, assuming that she was actually going to answer. “I can promise you that if you had been in your friend’s shoes, even if you’ve never once thought of a woman in any sensual sense, that you would want to lie with Willow if even for a moment. It is just her way and it is her way because of how she was turned. Gabriel could not control what he did to her but when you are on the receiving end of something like that then your brain doesn’t draw the line at control. An attack from a vampire who is completely engulfed in their bloodlust is one of the most savage things would could ever witness. With our strength and our fangs, it is almost akin to a bear mauling only we, as vampires, are sentient. Willow was killed in one of the most savage ways possible by the one she loved. He couldn’t control himself, but that doesn’t heal the scars.”
 
Paige shifted uneasily. She tried imagining Gabriel as the blood crazed monster that Mallkior described him as. When she had met the man.. vampire, he seemed so calm and gentlemanly. She turned her head to look back at the door of the club again.

"But that still didn't answer my other question. Did she ever fall in love with anybody else?" She would have loved to ask him if he had ever been in love. Or more to the point if he was in love with anybody now and was spoken for. But, she was to shy and embarrassed to come right out and ask that kind of question to a man.. errr, vampire.
 
“Probably not, at least not as you know it,” Mallkior said as he looked back toward the skies. “Vampires… We can feel anything that you humans can feel though not quite as strongly. We can get angry and hate just as you humans can, though I am sure that Willow has shown you that well enough. We can feel happiness and we can feel sorrow, though we can’t cry. The tear ducts stop working at death and the… whatever organisms raise us back from the dead don’t repair tear ducts. Love for us is complicated. We can’t birth children and unless you are one of the vampires with the ardeur then you can’t really be physically intimate. I suppose you could push fresh blood into those parts of your body but you still just wouldn’t have a sex drive anyway.”

Though Mallkior, himself, had the ardeur, he knew that Willow did not. He had never taken any time to stop and think about his sister in this kind of detail before but now that he was forced to, he felt sorry for her. “Part of Collette’s tender and motherly nature lives on in Willow but she is not able to love as you humans do. That is probably why she treats the act of feeding with such sacred ritual. For most vampires, especially Willow, feeding from a human’s neck is an intimate gesture, entering into a pomme de sang with a human displays a willingness to love, and inviting them to be their human servant is a proposal of their highest affection… which in some cases is still not love as you see it.”
 
Paige let out a little sigh.. Well there goes any notion about her getting together with any of these sexy vampires .. And she guessed that went for Mallkior as well. Granted Paige was still a virgin, but she had no intention of staying that way for ever. As a matter of fact her and her last boyfriend Jimmy Boffin where going to do it and then she walked in and caught Jimmy screwing one of her best friends. So although Paige's hormones where fully charged and calling out to be taken she was still just a 16 year old virgin.

"hmm well I don't think I would ever want to be a vampire ... I couldn't imagine going hundreds of years without love." Paige had a bit of a sad look as she said this .. perhaps thinking about Willow and her brother. Paige had just assumed that Mallkior was just like his sister and would be unable to have sex as well.
 
Mallkior just shook his head, though his eyes remained fixed on the skies as he tried to idly pick out various constellations to pass the time until this little girl was finished with her questions. “Now I never said that vampires were incapable of love; merely that we experience that particular emotion on different levels. Some vampires awaken from the dead with emotions fully intact. For Willow, that isn’t possible because of the way that she was killed. Having your boyfriend of five years turn you into a one-victim chainsaw massacre and then springing to life during your funeral viewing to sub-sequently tear your only sibling’s throat out as he stand over the casket is going to fuck you up.”

“As far as affection goes, we simply have methods other than sex that we use to display affection. On the most basic level, we have a pact entered into called the pomme de sang. This would be vampire ‘dating’ for a lack of better words. It is an exchange of blood and care with the human pledging their life force exclusively to their vampire companion and the vampire pledges their protection and care. Where this differs from human dating is simple; vampires might have many of these pacts at any time. We need to feed more often than is safely possible for your kind. Still, that is what parties like this are for. Some humans love the danger of working with a vampire that they do not know, so naturally, my kind has capitalized on this.”

The man’s right hand rose from his lap as he spoke, moving to brush a few stray strands of hair from his face before falling back into his lap. “When a vampire feels that there is a deep connection between themselves and a human that transcends the boundaries of what either can perceive as one simple emotion, they may offer the human a chance to become what is known simply as a human servant. This bonding of the souls comes in four parts referred to as marks. The first mark is, perhaps, the most radical to the human though we gain almost nothing from it. A human given the first mark becomes more difficult to harm through a metaphysically empowered healing process. You gain more stamina, a higher tolerance for pain, and a natural resistance to the forces of will applied to you by other vampires. In addition, you would become completely immune to most of your Master’s forces of will. From there, the marks strengthen the connection between the vampire and his selected human. As the marks grow, the two become one; developing a sort of emotional link that allows the two of them to share memories, emotions, and feelings. The fourth and final mark binds their life forces together. The human stops aging entirely just as a vampire does not age but remains, by all other means, human. The two can be together for as long as the vampire lives but this mark is very powerful and very dangerous. The vampire and his human are so closely connected through the vampire’s will that killing one is almost guaranteed to mean the death of them both.”

“Make no mistake of vampires and your concept of love. Vampires are capable of affection and we have very powerful and meaningful ways of showing it that transcend a simple bonding of flesh. Sex is great when you are alive but when certain bodily systems turn off in the process of death and don’t get the courtesy of a jumpstart, you begin to truly respect the mental connections that you make with the people whom you care for.”

“That is why Willow cannot forgive Gabriel for what he did. When she was first turned, she killed me in a newborn blood haze. She couldn’t forgive herself for that and so she, like many of our kind before her, decided that she would never drink blood again. Well she did pretty damn good for herself; went about two months without feeding off of a human. She would feed off of an animal here or there when it got to be too much but she didn’t bite any people. Then, after two months, her friend Amber came over to the house because, well, Collette was avoiding all of her friends. Amber was just being herself; a kind girl just checking to make sure her friend was adjusting to her new life… so to speak. Collette attacked her dearest friend in a blood haze. Scared Amber senseless, mind you, and left her unconscious but Collette didn’t kill her. She woke up in Collette’s bed the next day, hugged her best friend, and told Collette that all she ever needed to do was ask. Willow’s attacked a few people over the years but I’m the only one she’s ever killed. The way she sees it, if Gabriel cared for her that much then his love should have been able to stop him from completely killing her.”

The man sighed, finally taking a noticeable breather after saying so much. Now he was wondering if it was even worth his time humoring this little girl but he had to admit that the way that she melted in his presence really got to him. He wasn’t even pressing his will upon her. He couldn’t wait to do so later and see just what kind of rise he could get out of her then.
 
Leaning back, unfolding her legs she stretched them out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. Looking up at the sky she wounded if she could see the same thing Mallkior was looking at. The wind gently pushed the branches at the top of the trees back and forth, giving a beautiful view of the nighttime sky. There where a few wispy clouds off to the east but did not distract from the starlit night. Thin veils of Spanish moss hung from the big oak trees. Creating a shear curtain effect, giving the feeling of cutting the two off from the rest of the world.

"A sad love story," Paige sighed, "One where there's no happily ever after. One where the girl dies."
Paige suddenly felt uncomfortable. She hardly knew enough about vampires to make a judgement, but she couldn't help but feel sorry for the two siblings. She thought it must be a lonely. To live hundreds of years and not be able to love or be loved. To share in the warmth of somebodies arms. Mallkior had told her they had feelings but they where different from human feelings. But still at being only 16 she had so much life and love she had yet to taste and experience she couldn't imagine giving all that up. At least not now, not when she was 16 with a whole life in front of her. Now maybe in fifty or sixty years she might feel differently.

Paige looked over at Mallkior, a faint smile flickered across her lips. So handsome, what a waist, she thought. Well as handsome and tempting as most of these vampires where she thought she better stick to her own kind, at least for the next fifty or sixty years.

She stood up, brushing bits of sticks and dried leaves off her.
"Well I guess we should head back to the car. Willow and Rachel should be coming back pretty soon."
 
“Now that isn’t a fair assessment,” Mallkior stated. “You cannot judge a love story based on the ending. Though their romance was brought to a tragic end, Collette shared the last five years of her short life with a man whom she was ready to enter into a life-binding servitude with. In those last five years, I watched my sister blossom from a scared and shy young teenager into a happy and confident young woman. No matter how much pain and fear that Collette might have felt the night of her death, Gabriel gave her thousands of times more happiness in the grand scheme of things. Given the chance, I wouldn’t change anything that had happened.”

“Now that I have answered all of your questions, do you not feel that it is only fair to give me the same courtesy?” the vampire asked with a strangely alluring tone. Paige’s mannerisms had shifted through their conversation and it seemed that the young human had lost her initial interest. Mallkior would not allow such an attractive young woman to slip through his fingers so easily. Having just returned to town, he needed to gather followers and rebuild bridges so that he could slide back into the community as undetected as possible. The first step to striking back at Gabriel would have to be gathering a following of freaks for a steady and reliable supply of blood.

As he spoke, Mallkior shifted his legs beneath him and made a sort of makeshift seat from the open space of his crossed legs. “Willow has always been popular with a certain group of our kind and I am sure that they will hold her up inside. Since you decided to stay out here with me, I’ve got you all to myself until she returns and I don’t intend to let you just scurry off before I have had a chance to pick through that cute little head of yours and charm you into my service. Why don’t you come have a seat in my lap?”
 
"Hmm some how I hardly think five years of happiness is worth three hundred years of sorrow." Paige said looking back over her shoulder at Mallkior.

It seemed that after all this time of hardly looking at her, the handsome young vampire was finally looking at her, rather then just staring off into space somewhere. She turned around and leaned back against the tree facing Mallkior, her hands crossed over her chest. Damn there was something very sexy about him, just looking at him made her heart speed up. But, instead of sitting down in his lap she instead slide down the tree so she was now sitting in front of him, looking into those damn sexy eyes.

Chuckling softly, "So you think I want to serve you?" she couldn't help but giggle. "Well I didn't come here tonight for that. If I had wouldn't you think I would have let your sister have the first bite?" She brushed her long hair back over her shoulder with her hand, her eyes still watching him now that he was looking at her. "I came here cause my friend didn't want to come alone." Chewing her lip, "So what was it you wanted to ask me?"
 
Mallkior couldn’t help but smirk when Paige did not plant herself down in his lap as she had been invited to do. It wasn’t often that the vampire found a young human who displayed a resistance to the powers of his voice and he’d always found those women to be the more enjoyable ones. Though Paige was just politely turning the handsome vampire down, her new friend did not accept rejection from humans and viewed it as the young human simply playing hard to get. Unfortunately for Paige, nothing excited the vampire more than the thrill of the hunt and the feeling of dominance that accompanied conquering resistant prey.

“There’s no need to lie to me about your interests here, Paige,” the vampire said with that powerful and strangely alluring voice. “Your words might say otherwise, but the looks that you’ve been giving me these past ten minutes speak of desire. You want me to draw you into my arms. You want me to bring you close and hold you tight while I steal you away from Willow and your friend. There is something inside of you, something that is compelled by what I could do to you and though the idea excites you, it also frightens you.”

Mallkior’s hand rose from his lap and reached out toward Paige, waiting for her to take his hand as he had done before. “Do you believe that Willow would leave you here if there was any chance that I would hurt you? Take my hand, Paige, and crawl into my lap. I will show you a whole new world of pleasure unlike anything that you have experienced before. Your friend has discovered something wondrous tonight. Do not let her leave you behind. Do not let her wake up tomorrow and speak of the sensations which she felt and regret not experiencing them yourself.”
 
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