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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

Kaura was in such a deep sleep she didn't feel herself get pushed back, nor the hands that swept up her body, caressing her lightly, lovingly. She groaned softly in her sleep as he kissed her, trailing low to lick her hairless sex. "Abel..." She whispered, smiling at her first waking sensation. She moaned softly, her eyes opening as she looked down, grinning at the vampire. "Good morning, my lord." She whispered.
 
"Good evening, you mean?" Abel asked playfully before sending his tongue in a wickedly tight oval over her most sensitive flesh. His fingers fondly brushed against her skin, pushing her hips up so that her sex was pressed against his experienced mouth. The outcome of that conversation he had with Kaura was that he felt more comfortable around her, less restrained by the roles of their relative positions. It had been so long since the vampire had a lover who was more than a toy or thing to him.
 
"Force of habit." Kaura gasped as his tongue slid over her tight entrance. Her hips bucked lightly, and she bit her lip, a soft groan escaping her. "I... I'd love to continue this." She panted as her arousal grew. "But... We should go find Teyha." She said at last, looking down at him with red stained cheeks. "She freaked out last night and ran.... I didn't think it'd be in her best interest to pursue."
 
Abel crawled forward on the bed and moved so that he was over Kaura, propped up by his elbows. He looked directly down into her eyes and growled, "I wanted you to keep an eye on her." Then the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, suddenly playful. He planted a light kiss on her lips and then rolled over. His feet hit the floor and he was up and alert, nose flaring to catch a trace of Teyha. He found her scent in a heart beat.

The vampire reached out for Kaura and, once he found her hand, took off to follow the scent. He walked through the corridors, then out into the courtyard where he stood, clearly at a loss. Too many people, donkeys, dogs, horses, pigs, chickens. Too much. His eyes scanned the archways leading into the complex but nothing seemed to leap out at him. "Any ideas?"
 
Kaura stared up at Abel as he scolded her, and pressed their lips together. She blushed deeply for a moment, mostly out of humiliation for the short scold. "She seemed distressed." Kaura said softly as she followed him to the courtyard. "She seems like a girl who needs time to think, so I did not force my presence onto her." Kaura explained, searching for any sign of Teyha, but finding none at all. She sighed, and looked up at Abel with a shrug. "There are so many people here, someone must have seen her. She was a sight, panicking, running as if the devil was on her heels."

While Kaura and Abel searched, Teyha still slumbered, her spell fading as she dozed in the corner, the briefest shimmer of air marking where she was.
 
Who would have been here the longest? Abel asked himself, casting a glance about the ever efficient servants of his keep. There had been a woman by the name of Goodie Claire she knew everything, if he correctly recalled. The vampire looked around and sought the woman's face out. She had aged a little and gained some what since they had last talked, but she looked just about the same. Something had happened with her nose, though, it was not quite right.

The vampire approached the older lady to her station by the well. "Goodie Claire--have you seen a petite young woman running like I was chasing her? Skinny little thing, oversize black dress, close cropped black hair."

The woman open and closed her mouth a few times. "Lord, I did see that I girl, but I think you have me confused for someone else. Goodie Claire was my mother. I am Goodie Carley. She went," the old woman pointed to one of the more decrepit looking archways, "in there."

Abel arched an eyebrow. "Thank you." With that he quickly pivoted on a heel and all but dragged Kaura along with him, reminded of how out of touch with humanity he was. How out of touch with everything. Vampires got that way before they become too archaic to live. That was how most of them ended up dying: being too out of touch. He took her down the corridors and managed to pick up the trace of Teyha's scent, nearly overpowered by the glowing blue moss as it was.
 
Kaura didn't say a word when Abel moved to one of his servants, though she briefly raised a brow when he mistook her for someone else. 'I'd imagine it would happen often, how short lived humans are. She thought to herself, and bowed lightly to the woman before following closely on Abel's heels once more. They moved through the mossy halls until they reached the vault, where the young woman was beginning to rouse.

Kaura glanced around the room once, her eyes skimming over the slight shimmer that identified the little witch. "Is she here?" She asked softly. "I do not see her, master."
 
The vampire's nostrils flared first once and then again as he took two deep breaths of the old vault. It was here he had the final showdown with the monsters that had been plaguing this area. Those creatures had the general shape of men as vampires and elves did, but they were huge with knuckle dragging arms and skin literally made of stone. They lived off of the blue moss and seemed to kill for sport, collecting animals--including humans--the same way hunters did. He could smell her there in the corner.

Abel leaned down and pressed his lips against Kaura's delicate ear before mumbling, "She's in the southeast corner, dear. Three feet from you." One of his hands absently patted her back, open palm running up and down her spine. "Shall we wait for her to awaken?"
 
"Three feet?" Kaura whispered, shivering as Abel kissed her ear lightly. She grinned at him briefly before her eyes dropped to where the little girl sat hidden.

"I'm awake." Teyha murmured, and slowly pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand as the spell surrounding her fell apart, and she was visible once more.

Kaura smiled, and took a step forward, extending a hand to the girl, but she stepped back, frowning deeply at the elf, before shooting Abel a low glare. "I did the chore, is there anyone in need of my magic now?" She asked stiffly, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
 
"Not that I know of. I just awakened." The corners of Abel's lips lost their curl after Teyha glared at him. A fair part of him deflated. "I was worried when you had disappeared. Rather, when Kaura pointed out you had disappeared. I was a little disoriented."

The vampire paused and then pointed a finger to underline his next words, "You will be pleasant and not rude. I hate rudeness. So when someone has the wherewithal to offer you a hand up or a hand in gratitude, you accept it. Are we understood?"
 
Teyha seemed unphased by the way Abel lost his smile, and Kaura let her hand fall to her side with a soft sigh. The little witch honestly considered snapping back, 'Or you'll beat me as well?' But thought better of it, huffing softly. "Rude?" She asked softly, raising an eyebrow as she glowered at the vampire "You interpretation of rude, or mine?" She snapped. "Rude is not taking someone else's feelings to heart, to take them to your bed while they are not capable of giving consent! I -Will- be unpleasant to those who think it right to take so close to me without asking my permission!"

Kaura shifted slightly from one foot to the other, and placed a hand on Abel's arm, as if trying to calm or steady him.
 
Abel brushed Kaura's reassuring hand off of his forearm. In one hand he grabbed a hold of Teyha's arm beneath the shoulder and with the other reached down and grabbed her shin over dress. With that grip he promptly turned the young woman upside down and shook her. Not hard enough to hurt her, but mostly to make a point while she could calm down. "It is improper to make assumptions, young lady. I put you in bed with Kaura and I because I worried for your health and safety." He was looking directly down at Teyha's face, her modesty still preserved by the grip he had on her dress. "You are skinny and I think malnourished. During one of the great famines as a child I was about as light as you are, for my height, and the nights were insufferably cold. The only way I could sleep is if I was sandwiched between my older brothers."

The vampire paused and carefully set Teyha right, lowering her to the ground before he let go. Were this anyone else they would have already been on the ground, most likely crying and bleeding. The young witch would probably be able to pick up on that if she had managed a glance at Kaura's face.
 
Teyha let out a shriek when the man lifted her, and with one hand under her arm, and the other on her shin, she found herself being shaken thoroughly. Her hands gripped him tightly, a look of horror on her face. For a woman like Teyha who was afraid of stepping onto anything higher than a stool, this was terrifying indeed. Any protest she had caught in her throat, and she flailed desperately against Abel before he finally let her down. Teyha promptly lost the last ounce of dignity she held by turning away, and retching, barely able to keep last nights meal down.

Kaura stepped forward quickly, a hand landing on Abel's arm as she frowned at him slightly, her voice low. "Master." She whispered. "She was rather frightened." She told him in her softest voice. "There's more to this than we know. I do not think scaring her now will help any."
 
Abel's brow furrowed, looking down at Kaura. "I was not attempting to frighten her. I only meant to shake the assumptions out." Then he realized she was trying to say something without saying it directly out loud. Teyha was frightened, more so than she reasonably should have been. He had even half expected her to laugh at being turned upside down and shaken like that. The vampire put a hand through his unruly mop of black hair and squatted, his knees nearly touching the floor. After a moment's thought, they were touch the floor, with the vampire sitting with his legs neatly folded beneath him, hands perched on his knees.

"I did not intend to hurt you or do anything untoward to you." The vampire leaned over and glanced at the prodigious amount of vomit spilled. She had eaten quite a bit the night before. "How about... How about Kaura gets you cleaned up and then you join us for breakfast?"
 
Teyha rubbed a hand across her mouth and frowned, she honestly thought she would be able to keep down last nights dinner, but being shaken on a queasy stomach, plus the stress and fear that had been plaguing her since she awakened... It proved too much for her to stomach. She grimaced at the mess, and stood slowly, keeping her eyes down and away. "Of course." She said softly. She seemed her calm self once again now that she worked out her anger, her hands folded neatly in front of her as she moved lightly around Abel, eager to wash the taste of acid from her mouth.
 
"Take her to the baths, Kaura. Then go around the back of that room--the wooden door painted red, it contains clothing. Surely some of it will be suitable for Teyha," he told her, making a shooing motion with his hands. He wanted no part of this until Teyha had gotten control of herself back. Though, still, when he said her name Abel was close to singing every time. After Kaura and the young witch had left he strolled to the courtyard and found Goodie Claire--no, Goodie Carley. Yes. That was her name. He quickly asked her to get one of the young men to clean up a mess in one of the vaults and left it at that, instead choosing to cut a b-line for the tower. Along the way he asked the lanky young servant to inform Kaura and Teyha that they would be breakfasting up where they could see the stars.
 
Teyha let Kaura lead her away from Abel, following her to the baths. Kaura turned her back for Teyha, until the girl had undressed and slid into one of the cauldrons. Kaura chose her own on the other side of the room, and they bathed quietly, passing a few words back and forth. For the most part, Teyha seemed to enjoy the bath, used a few sweet smelling perfumes in the bath, while Kaura enjoyed the flowery ones.

When they were both satisfied with their cleanliness, Kaura grabbed a pair of towels and turned away to let Teyha dry in peace. Kaura slid on her dress, tugging it lightly back into place before rummaging through the cabinets. She pulled out a simple deep purple dress with white lace. She tossed it to Teyha, who eagerly dressed. It was tighter than she liked, built for a child's body. It ended a good three or four inches off the floor, and pulled snug across her modest breasts and hips.

"It'll have to do." Kaura concluded, and prodded the girl out of the room. They met the servant outside, and Teyha flashed him a smile, a silent thanks for helping her earlier. "Come on, Teyha. Let's go." Kaura urged, pulling her away.

"See you, Jass." She told the boy as she turned away, walking behind Kaura on the way to the tower.
 
Jass waved good-bye to Teyha, his limber fingers wagging in the air. With a second backwards glance at the young woman--as is every so inclined man's wont to do when a woman is wearing something so very tight--the tall young man let out a small sigh. She was rather fetching, in a small, mousy sort of way. He wanted to take her up in his arms and nurture her, but that was not liable to happen any time in the near future. After all, she was one of Lord Abel's, and Lord Abel was known to possess the tenacity of a bulldog right next to his sharp, flinty heart.

By the time Kaura and Teyha arrived at the tower an open space had been cleared beneath one of the larger holes in the ceiling. Though it was a clear night with the moon giving an eerie half illumination to the room there were torches. Those had been a quick afterthought once Abel considered how weak Teyha's eyes would be in comparison to his own and Kaura's. A low lying table had been brought up the winding staircase with platters of fruit, bread and fish laid out in covered trays made of thinly sliced and expertly glued bamboo. There were a few carafes littered about the table--one of red wine, one of grapefruit juice, one of water--with crystal goblets at three respective positions around the round table.

When the thick oak door opened to the tower Abel was carefully considering the soapstone humming bird hanging from the ceiling by its thick chain, the one that Kaura had so deftly used to escape. "Greetings Kaura, Teyha." A small smile flitted across his lips when he said the raven haired witch's name. Then when his eyes lay across her his inane breath stopped--though he no longer needed to breathe it was a habit few vampires broke--drawn to the froth of lace about her slender neck, the flash of well turned ankle beneath the hem of her purple dress, the freshly cleaned look to the previously filthy woman.

"Please, sit down. Eat."
 
Neither Teyha nor Kaura noticed the servants backward glance, or inward sigh, though the smaller woman pulled at the dress uncomfortable, seeking relief from the constraints of lace and ribbon. She felt like a doll, her hair in ringlets around her face, the too tight dress fitting flawlessly around her thin form.

Kaura led the way, looking in every way the radiant beauty. She had not braided her hair, but nearly bound it back away from her crown with a length of white string, to hang in waves across her back. It reassured Teyha some, honestly. Why would any man want to view her, with the Elf standing by her side?

They reached the stairs, and climbed on up, Kaura offering some assistance when Teyha froze, face pale at the height, before they finally reached the tower, and greeted the vampire lord. "Good evening." Kaura said lightly, her lips turned up in a smile.

Teyha managed her own, shy and demure once more. They moved to the table, and Kaura took her place beside Abel, while Teyha sat opposite, fidgeting slightly as she bowed her head to the man. "Good evening, Lord Abel."
 
Abel looped an arm around Kaura's waist as he leaned over and cast an affectionate kiss on her cheek. "You both look absolutely splendid." The vampire filled his goblet with wine and held it up so that the crystal cup glinted rainbows in the torch light. "To many nights."

He raised the glass perfunctorily before taking a sip after his simple toast, lightly squeezing Kaura's thigh with one of his protective hands. If this coming to was any indication of the rest of the night, things looked to be going well for Abel indeed. "Teyha," a sigh, a song, a wistfulness in his voice, "I would like you to know that I do not believe in directly taking advantage of someone who is in a state that renders them incapable of taking care of themselves. It is not sporting."
 
Teyha was not one to drink wine, and the sourness of grapefruit juice turned her away as well, so as quick as she could manage, she snagged the water, and poured herself a glass. Kaura nearly chuckled and took the grapefruit juice for herself, pouring and sipping lightly while Teyha swirled the chilled water absently. It was her name, so artfully spoken that she looked up in honest surprise, that managed to draw her attention away. She smiled briefly, before he began to talk. Her features clouded with confusion then. "Take advantage?" She asked softly, scooping her face a good six inches back away from him, far enough that it would make eating awkward. "What do you mean, lord Abel?" She finished cautiously.
 
"Earlier when we found Teyha she implied that we had taken her to our bed to rape her." Abel paused to let his interpretation of Teyha's protest sink in. "Frankly, if I am to take someone to my bed for that purpose I would much rather them be awake."
 
Kaura laughed softly, but Teyha's face flushed in outrage, deep plum. "Such thoughts shouldn't even pass through your head!" She hissed at the vampire, anger in her eyes. "There is nothing 'Sporting' about it, and I would thank you to remember that."
 
Abel paused and looked at Teyha, noting how quickly her face could change colors. "Though I am heartedly amused by how you can turn from the creamiest flesh to purple in under a minute, I would like to request that you keep your outbursts within yourself until such a time as you can phrase them more politely." The vampire pulled Kaura in closer to himself, glancing down at that softly warm vein in her neck he had tapped so many times before. What would Teyha think? For the first time his appetite turned sour.

His hand brushed up and down Kaura's side in an absent caress, the faintest of tickles on her curvaceous obliques. "I rather like the white string you used to tie your hair back. Fits well with that white streak of your's."
 
Politely. Teyha could have cursed the man, were she the kind of witch to do such things. Instead, she occupied herself with sipping water, occasionally reaching over to pluck a fruit from a dish, and eat slowly. She'd look up occasionally to see Abel stroking the young elf, his eyes set upon her vein for a few moments, but Teyha didn't say any moire.

"White streak?" Kaura asked softly, smiling up at Abel happily. Since their talk things have seemed so much looser than before. They were more lovers, in her mind anyway, than master and slave.
 
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