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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

It would have been difficult for Kaura to have imagined Abel as playful a few days prior, but that was what he was now. He stuck his tongue out at her, and seizing the moment, Kaura leaned forward, and wrapped her lips around it, swirling it with her own.

Just as Teyha finished healing a maids hand, a girl who was not careful enough with oil apparently, she heard her name bellowed. She turned to view Jass as he came full speed down the hall, and planted himself straight into a wall. "Jass?" She gasped, revealing her gender deceit to those surrounding her, but it was not the time for that. She moved swiftly to the man and helped him sit, already working on healing his nose. "What in the world?" She asked, "What is so important you felt inclined to break your nose?"
 
A small surprised sound greeted Kaura's initiative. Abel reached to Kaura's rear and drew his fingernails across it over her dress, scratching those recently applied welts of her's. While they would not be nearly so sensitive as they had been the night before, Abel knew they would not yet be fully healed over.

"No, no; I'm okay, I'm okay," Jass told Teyha, trying to wave her away. "In the courtyard--one of the porters was run down by a startled horse. His thigh bone is broken and there is a lot of blood."
 
Kaura couldn't help but to arch when Abel drew his fingers over her ass, scratching the marks he made the day prior. She groaned softly, not trying to hold back the look of pain that swept over her features... After all, he rather liked it.


Teyha finished her brief healing in a matter of seconds, and helped Jass to his feet. "Well, let's go!" She said, urging him to show her which way to run.
 
Abel grinned when she saw Kaura's eyes flutter closed from the pain of his fingernails scratching over her welts, his tongue suddenly free now that she was distracted. He made another scratching pass at her ass, bunching her dress further up her legs. "Remember what we were doing before we went to find Teyha?" There was still a lyrical lilt whenever he said the young witch's name, even when he was suggesting he wanted to make Kaura's toes curl.

Jass was still a little dizzy from the sudden whack against the wall but he managed to stay upright and in vaguely a straight line as he ran down the halls, taking the most direct route he knew. There were a few close calls when one of his bony elbows slammed against a corner or when he actually had to push off from a wall as he turned. Teyha and the servant were soon at the courtyard and Jass was not lying. The porter lay on the ground, face more pale than lace, in a pool of his own blood. The jagged edge of off white bone was poking through the inside of his left thigh, with bloody sheets wrapped around the wound to staunch the bleeding. Goodie Claire was in the forefront, her palsied old hands pressed down with a firmness startling in one so old.
 
Kaura gasped softly, his fingers abusing her tender rear and pulling up her skirt. After a moment she helped, tugging the skirts up above the curve of her ass. "Of course." She murmured, and dipped to kiss his neck. "I do not soon forget such pleasure."


Teyha followed closely behind Jass, grateful that people stayed out of their way once Jass elbowed a few sharply in the ribs. Despite the hurried attitude, Teyha was not prepared for the scene before her. Her eyes grew wide upon seeing the boy on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. She moved forward immediately, her eyes never leaving the wound, and embraced her magic. "This will hurt...." She whispered to the man, one hand tender on his cheek, while the other rested nicely on his knee. "Shhh..." She whispered, to comfort him, and tugged her magic. His leg was stretched back by an unknown force, and the man screamed as though he were struck again. Teyha worked urgently not, using small spells to stop infection while she healed the would. It closed as if she were stitching it, and healed quickly, the giant gash fading into a soft white line.
 
"Of course not," Abel murmured back, rolling Kaura onto her back on the ground next to him. The vampire situated himself back between her legs and took his time kissing the elf's smooth thighs, his hands taking position beneath the firm round globes of her punished ass. He pressed her sex into his mouth, resuming where they had left off earlier that morning to find Teyha.

The porter's screams faded into tired sobs as Teyha efficiently reknitted the massive gash in his leg, however, a significant had been spilled once his femoral artery was nicked. That alone would make his survival iffy, unless the witch could somehow replenish his blood. Soon after Jass arrived with Teyha the adrenaline wore off and he politely staggered to a corner and proceeded to quietly pass out against the wall, pale and slightly green around the corners of his mouth. Goodie Claire had removed the sheeting soaked in blood, red past her elbows. Once Teyha was done with her healing the old woman leaned down and put a bent hand on the young woman's shoulder, "Thank you, miss. I have known Hubert since he the day he was born. It would be a shame for my daughter's only remaining son to die."
 
Kaura allowed herself to be rolled over, her eyes turned up to the stars while Abel moved his hands under her firm, stripped, buttocks. She groaned loudly in pleasure when Abel's tongue met her, lapping expertly at her folds while she moaned and whimpered in pleasure. Still, she selfishly wanted one good orgasm for herself before he entered her again, and it was fast approaching.


Teyha settled back with a sigh, one hand over her heart as she stared at the man. She was still huffing softly when a hand landed on her shoulder, and she jumped for a second before realizing it was just the old woman. "It's not yet done." She breathed, glancing back at the boy. "He's bled out, the bone hit the artery in his leg..." She said, gesturing with her finger where that was. "He lost a lot of blood. I... I can't create proper blood.... It's up to him now."
 
The vampire between Kaura's legs took his time, nuzzling into her flesh, tasting her, caught between her powerful thighs. It was refreshing to squeeze the welts he had laid down on her backside as his tongue swirled around her clit, to give pleasure and pain to the young woman who had challenged him in so many ways. She had promised to be his companion forever; perhaps forever was not long enough.

Goodie Claire sighed and squeezed the jumpy young woman's shoulder. "Hubert is stubborn and spiteful as a mule. He will live through this if just to show Death's who makes the decisions." She removed her hand carefully stroked the young woman's hair, "Now, young lady, you must be exhausted. Would you like something to eat? Something to drink? We'll get some tea in you and you'll feel tip top."
 
Kaura sighed and moaned, her hips bucking lightly while Abel licked her. He was obviously enjoying himself, his hands tightening on the tin red lines he laid on her flesh only the day prior. He delighted in the whimpers and gasps she made while he worked, the tangle of pain and pleasure. "Master!" She cried out, her back arching high off the floor as his attention brought her closer and closer to her peak.


Teyha smiled slightly despite herself, but shook her head slightly to dislodge the stroking hand so she could stand. She took a brief moment to dust and straighten her clothes before nodding. "Not tea, but perhaps some juice?" She asked hopefully, "I can't say I've ever been fond of tea."
 
Abel reveled in the soft sounds of Kaura's delight, her's hips squeezing warmth into his ears, the way she rubbed herself against his mouth as though she were demanding ever more. When finally her climax came, her juices already running over Abel's face, he drew his nails across those welts. After a few tender kisses across the insides of her flushed thighs, and one directly upon her engorged clit, he crawled up until he was next to the elf. One of his hands caressed the side of her face, "I think I would prefer to use that method to wake you in the future."

Goodie Claire smiled, her face a happy nest of lines and held out an elbow. "Please take my arm, dear, I'm not near so steady as I used to be." Apparently she had already discounted the pale, sweating grandson laid out before them. In her mind someone would come along soon enough to take Hubert into bed. "Juice could be arranged. Perhaps lemon-grapefruit?"
 
Kaura's orgasm hit her hard, and she arched high enough to lift herself from the floor, her body tense in anticipation. Abel led her through it, scratching her abused flesh while planting fiery hot kisses across her thighs. He moved up her body, and laid down next to her, his hand caressing her sweat dampened face. Kaura smiled at him shakily, still high on her pleasure. "I'd like that, but if I wake first I want to wake you the same way." She told him softly, reaching out to caress his chest lightly.


Teyha nodded slightly, and took the elderly woman's arm lightly. Her drink selection made Teyha wrinkle her nose, sour upon sour did not appeal to her much. "Orange?" She suggested, flashing her a brief smile before she spotted Jass again, passed out in the corner. She sighed softly, and run a hand through her hair. "Not used to blood, is he?"
 
"Then we will see who awakens first," Abel replied with a playful smile before kissing her lightly on the forehead. He glanced down at her shimmering dress, still bunched up around her waist from where he had hastily shoved it upwards. He pulled her over on top of him so that her cheek was resting on his chest, her legs wide over his waist. The vampire's lips wrapped around the tip of Kaura's ear and gently suckled before occasionally running his tongue along the edge of her articulated ear. "I was thinking," his tongue swirled in her ear, "we would," he nipped Kaura's succulent earlobe, "spend the day painting."

"There is orange juice," the matron replied, chuckling at the way Teyha's nose crinkled at the thought of the sour combination. "Jass has always been a gentle boy. You should see him with the carrier pigeons."
 
Kaura laughed softly, and moaned as Abel took her ear into his mouth, sucking lightly and tracing the lines with his tongue. She sighed in delight, and turned to face him, an amused smile on her face. "Keep doing that, and I have a different idea in mind for this evening." She whispered playfully, and leaned in to peck at his lips. "But I would enjoy painting."


"I see that." Teyha commented, noting the slight green tinge at his mouth. She shook her head slightly and sighed. Likely someone would come and care for both him and the injured lad she healed. For now, she thought it was best to let him rest. "I'm surprised though." She said after a moment. "I have not heard of another skilled healer in the castle. Surely lord Abel has acquired at least one witch during all these years...."
 
"A different idea?" Abel asked skeptically, raising one of his thick black eyebrows as though he had no idea what she was talking about. "I have no idea what you could mean." One of his hands rested in the small of Kaura's back, "Perhaps you would like to explain just exactly what you were thinking."

Claire shook her head as she lead Teyha into a different part of the castle that was not teeming with liveried servants or slaves in burlap dresses. She slowly tottered down the hallway, eyes sliding off of the thick tapestries that decorated every spare of the corridors. "Lord Abel is very mistrustful of magic not his own. That you are allowed to work on us speaks to something new. Long ago, when my mother was a child, he would occasionally take the extremely sick or injured and make them a thrall if they wished."
 
Kaura laughed softly at Abel's expression, but instead of explaining her thoughts, she choose to roll over on top of him, her hips grinding down against his. "Something like this." She said softly, her lips quirking up into a smile. Her hands found the hem of his shirt, and she inched her way up, sliding across his smooth muscle.


Teyha raised an eyebrow, and frowned slightly. "I'm honored." She said dryly. "Lord Abel seems to have taken a special interest in me, it seems. Taking me to his bed as I slept, claiming it was for 'warmth'." She huffed and pressed her lips together into a thin line. "I'd rather the cage he spoke of, personally." She walked in an aggravated silence for a moment before a thought occurred to her, and she glanced sideways at her guide. "What is a thrall?"
 
The vampire reached up to the collar he had put on Kaura only a week ago--in what reality felt like a year ago--and crooked a finger through the ring set in the center, pulling her down until their noses were nearly touching. "But I thought such a proud specimen of the elven race as yourself did not do such awful things." There was no trace of laughter in his voice, though Kaura would be able to tell how clearly amused he was around his eyes.

Goodie Claire glanced sidelong at the much younger woman as she brought her to a doorway obscured by a thick blanket. She slowly walked through it, revealing a large room. There was a wood stove in one corner, brightly painted cabinets along the walls; all the knicks knacks and effluvia of a long life. "That does not sound like him. He has been known to take women to his bed, but he has never pretended it is for anything other than it is. Sit down, dear," she said, gesturing to a chair with cushions piled on.

After releasing Teyha she doddered about the room, fetching two old porcelain cups and laying them down on a table. She carefully poured orange juice into each, "A thrall is one who has been infected with a vampire's blood, but not a vampire. Not undead, not quite alive, either. A half life. Most of the Pit guards are thralls."
 
Kaura smirked down at Abel, and playfully kissed his nose, her fingers stroking the side of his face tenderly. "I have never been a very proud or typical Elf." She said softly, before growing slightly more serious, her eyes meeting his. "And besides... I care for you. More than simply the act of our union. No Elf can speak against that."

Teyha nodded, and took her seat, crossing her legs firmly before her before she looked around, admiring the trinkets the woman acquired through the years. "I do not know what he was planning to do." She said simply. "I left before he woke, and he only seemed to wish to force me to sleep with him, and his personal slave Kaura. Gave me a good shake to 'rid my mind of assumptions'. As I said, I'd rather the cage."

She took the cup, and gratefully sipped at the sweet juice. Something about sweets always helped her feel more at ease, and she sank back. "That sounds awful." She said after a moment, shaking her head. "I'd rather be one or another."
 
Abel slowly slid his finger from the ring around Kaura's collar before squeezing the back of her neck tenderly. "I care about you too, Kaura. More than I have anyone in a very long time." His finger slowly described circles around the base of her neck as he spread light kisses along her cheek and mouth. "Also, no much you try to deny it, you are very proud. Very stubborn."

The old lady brought the cup to her lips and drank after sinking unsteadily down into a rocking chair. "Me as well. It would be nice to live longer, to smell more tulips," she looked down hands bent from arthritis. A look of melancholy flitted across her face before Claire was back in her normal matronly mode. After a moment's thought she leaned forward, "Young lady, could I trust you to keep a secret?"
 
Kaura smiled and tilted her head back to accept Abel's light kisses, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She let her eyes close, and pressed closer, her wet sex resting against Abel's hips. "Not nearly as proud as most." she said softly. "You know that, master Abel."

Teyha sipped lightly for a moment, watching the woman carefully to see if she needed her magic to keep from falling to the floor. She seemed to manage well enough, and Teyha nodded, setting the cup down against her knee. "Yes, of course ma'am, what is it?" She said softly. "I wont tell a soul."
 
"There are many things I know," Abel admitted to Kaura begrudgingly. "However, I have not met many elves in my time. Just you and your former mentor. In our stories elves are haughty, intellectual, superior."

"Day after next there is to be an insurrection. The porters finally convinced the Pit guards to rise against Abel. No longer will be ruled by that leech. We can have our own ways," Goodie Claire said with a happy, mean little smile.
 
Kaura shrugged lightly. "Lorian is as odd as I am." She admitted, settling back. "He was born opposite from, with enough power to easily earn him a place as an elder, but his interest in foreign affairs and his loathing of our ways led him to the trapped position he's in now." She sighed, and lightly stroked his cheek, smiling to herself. "He was the only Elf to pay me any mind, to care that so many of us were dying... Much of my personality is because he had such a heavy hand in raising me."


The cup fell from Teyha's hand, and she openly stared, wide eyed. "Are you insane?" She hissed, looking around as if guards would attack her. "He will kill you, all of you! This is suicide, he's a vampire, there's no way you can win!"
 
That was not what Abel had expected to hear about Lorian. His interest was piqued. "Trapped? I thought he occupied a position of relative influence and respect within his community. I had no idea he was limited in such a way." Still, that had thrown Abel for a loop. He nearly snarled, his hopes of bashing Lorian's head open like a pinata dashed. There was no way Kaura would forgive him for that.

"Pick up that cup, young lady, and do not tell me whether or not I am sane. Frankly, I think I have much more practice determining someone's mental health than you do," the old woman said pointedly, suddenly prim. "Remember, what must a vampire do during the day?"
 
Kaura nodded slowly. "Abel's position is one of inaction." She explained. "It's not so much a position of power, as it is a way to keep those the Elders are wary of out of the way. He speaks for the law, but cannot change it alone, nor can he interpret it. It's a complicated system." She grinned slightly, eyes twinkling. "Might be why he was so eager to come here."


Teyha leaned forward to snag the cup, and she set it firmly on the table. "Kaura would not allow you to harm Lord Abel." She pointed out sharply, her eyes narrowing. "Is Jass involved in this nonsense?"
 
This ideas swirled in Abel's mind. It sounded like an emasculating position of little actual power. "So he is like a sheriff--he follows the law and enforces it, but can do nothing to actually make improvements on it?" This was a very interesting insight to possible schisms to exploit when the vampire horde rolled across the continent and made another war.

"Jass... That silly boy. Of course he is involved. It was his father's plan." The old woman admitted, looking sidelong at the young woman across from her. "We can stop a little elf whore."
 
Kaura shook her head. "No, he is only the interpreter of the law, no more or less. He reads the written word, and applies itto a situation. Like what he did in the forest. Even if he finds evidence that I do not legally belong to you, the most he can do is alert the enforcers to retrieve me."


Teyha held the cup so firmly it trembled. "No, I asked if Jass was involved, only Jass. Is he planning on killing Abel?" She demanded, her eyes flashing darkly. "And do not under-estimate magical creatures. You are in over your head."
 
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