Subj: DKFIC: The Best Revenge... Is Revenge (1/2)
Date: 97-04-28 21:17:02 EDT
From: izabela@oanet.com (Izabela)
To: ScFiMarci@aol.com
Hello fellow Dark Brothers and Sisters! I would like to thank everyone for all the great
fiction that's been dropping onto the loop lately. It's been an absolute pleasure to read
it. Trust me!!! <eg> It's even inspired me to complete this little tale that I've
felt compelled to write for a while now.
This story takes place a very short time after Sons of Belial (perhaps a day or two later)
and is a "missing scene" that I thought needed to be written.
Btw, the only disclaimer I'm putting on this story is that it has lots and lots of
gratuitous blood and sex. But then again, what else would you expect from moi? <weg>
I hope you all enjoy it.
One more thing... I give permission to archive and/or post this story.
The Best Revenge... Is Revenge
by Izabela Popowicz
Copyright 1997
"Nicholas? Well, what a welcome, though most unusual, surprise. I would have thought
this the last place you would want to be after what happened so recently," LaCroix
inquired after watching his wayward son walk into the doors of the Raven and past the many
oblivious mortals and immortals in the darkened club.
"I need to talk to you LaCroix. In the back. Privately," Nick responded, looking
very apprehensive and serious. The mood he was in puzzled LaCroix, yet he obliged Nicholas
and lead the way to the back room of the club, away from prying ears and eyes, then waited
for Nicholas to begin again.
"I had no intention of coming back, but, I've been thinking... and I feel I owe you
some measure of gratitude for what you did for me LaCroix. So I came here tonight because
I wanted to thank you for taking me to Vanderwal despite your extreme discomfort at the
thought. If you hadn't... well, I don't even want to think about the possibilities of what
might have happened to me," Nick stated slowly and with complete and utter sincerity.
Once again, it seems, it was LaCroix's turn to be surprised by his Nicholas. Stunned, in
fact. Slowly he allowed the realization of what his son had just said to wash over him. It
always filled him with such completeness and peace when Nicholas threw aside his animosity
for his master and this time was no different. It made the entire annoying escapade almost
worthwhile if it were to be the cause of a new closeness and forgiveness between he and
his son.
LaCroix was about to respond to Nick's kindness, when suddenly, the door flew open and a
beautiful, dark-haired, spirited, vampire entered and planted herself right before Nick.
LaCroix could see her eyes were aflame with fury as she glared at Nick.
"There you are, Nick Knight! Or should I say Nicholas deBrabant? You swine!" she
spat at him while letting loose a slap on his face that very nearly sent the poor,
startled vampire flying.
Confusion covered Nick's face as his hand came up to rub away the stinging mark of the
slap she'd just planted on him. He then looked over at LaCroix, who, knowing exactly who
she was and guessing as to why she was here, smiled innocently, and wondered how his
precious Nicholas was going to get himself out of this *situation*.
"I'm sorry, I don't know who you are or why you just slapped me," he said to the
infuriated girl.
"You bastard! You don't even have the decency to remember me or what you did to
me?" she replied, her voice incredulous and full of anger.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't," Nick stated, continuing to look back and forth between
his master and the female vampire and wishing he could remember what exactly it was that
he had done to her.
"Actually, to be perfectly correct, it's not what you did to me, it's what you didn't
do to me. You were in here just a couple of nights ago and I asked you if you wanted a
drink. You responded by kissing me and then we ended up back here in this room. Any of
this coming back to you Mr. deBrabant?" she said, explaining to Nick what had begun
to happen here the other night.
"A couple of nights ago? That's impossible...," Nick began, then slowly,
realization dawned on him and suddenly he remembered every agonizing detail of that night
in the Raven and what *almost* happened between he and the other vampire.
"Oh no! Now I really am sorry! I didn't mean for what happened to happen. It's
just... I wasn't what you would call in my right mind," Nick began apologizing.
"Oh, so now you remember! Well that's good, because it would be awfully difficult for
me to do what I came here to do if you didn't remember," she said, threateningly.
"And what is that?" Nick asked, not really wanting to know the answer. He looked
away from the raven-haired girl, back to LaCroix with a look that for once, begged for
some form of interference from his usually meddlesome master. But LaCroix would have none
of it. He just looked at the two vampires, amusing himself quite adequately with their
antics. Somehow he just knew the best was yet to come.
"Revenge. That's what I came here for. Revenge. You left me high and dry, ok, maybe
not dry, the other night and I don't take that shit from anyone. I don't care how old you
are or who your daddy is," she said, momentarily glancing over at LaCroix, then
returning to look at Nick. "Got it? I'm here to collect what you owe me," she
said, moving slowing toward Nick, eventually backing him up against one of the walls of
the back room.
"And what's that? What do you want from me?" he asked nervously, trying to avoid
her approach.
"Oh, that's simple. I want you to finish what you started the other night. I want you
to fuck me," she said with steel determination.
He stared at her incredulously, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. In the
distance he could hear LaCroix smirking to himself and enjoying the performance much more
than he should have been.
"LaCroix. LaCroix! Do something!" Nick begged.
"Do something? What is it you suggest that I *do*?" LaCroix asked, smiling.
"Stop her," Nick said, his voice becoming ever more pleading.
"Oh no, Nicholas. I would never presume to interfere in your *affairs*," he
said, no longer being able to hide his ever increasing pleasure at the scene before him.
"I'm sorry Nicholas, I just can't help you. I'm afraid you'll have to work this one
out on your own," he continued. He then gave his head a slight shake and walked out
of the room, patting Nick on the shoulder on the way out and leaving Nick and the female
vampire alone in the room. Together.
As soon as she heard the door close behind them she leaned in toward Nick, pinning him up
against the wall behind them and laying her hands on his broad, muscular chest.
"Now that we're alone, maybe I should take the opportunity to introduce myself. My
name is Eva. A fact you would be well aware of if the other night hadn't come to such an
abrupt halt," she said, her voice dripping with accusation.
"I'm sorry about that. Really. It's not usually like me to behave like that. As I
tried to tell you, there were *extenuating circumstances*," Nick countered,
desperately.
"Yes, I know. I've asked around about you. You're quite the enigma among the
community. No one knows quite what to make of you," she responded, eyeing him
curiously for a moment, then coming back to the matter at hand. "But that's not my
concern. I couldn't care less about that right now. All I care about is that you owe me
one hell of a ride Nick Knight," she stated, her voice taking on quite an edge to it
by the end of the statement.
With that comment, she clutched the thick, woolen lapels of Nick's long, black coat and
forced the heavy garment down, off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground where they
stood.
"Please don't do this," Nick warned, already beginning to feel his body respond
to the closeness of her. He realized her words and actions were starting to reawaken
something in him that he had tried to keep dormant for a long time, but with the pressure
of her body against his and the scent of her blood so strong and intoxicating, he felt it
rising to the surface and threatening to unleash itself on the both of them.
"And why shouldn't I? Why should I leave you, unsatisfied and unfulfilled? Don't you
think once was enough for me to endure?" she questioned rhetorically. "No, I
want you too badly for that. More than I even wanted you that night," her eyes
blazing golden in confirmation of that fact.
Then, without warning, her hands slipped up to the top of his shirt and with nails poised,
ripped back down the length of him, tearing the shirt to shreds along with the cold, pale
skin beneath it. Nick gasped as he felt the hot sting of her scratches and the thick
wetness of his blood running down his chest leaving trails of crimson for her to attend
to. His eyes shut tightly against the sensation as she slowly and languidly traced her
tongue along those blazing red trails of blood, licking them clean and causing his penis
to stir inside his pants. His hands clenched tightly into fists while he strained to keep
control over the vampire that was straining equally as hard to be released and satisfied
of it's hunger.
As her tongue continued upward and settled on his long, sensually, tempting throat, she
could hear Nick's moans intensify and deepen until they sounded as though they were coming
from the very core of his being.
Nick was trying to fight her with every bit of resolve there was stored up in him. He
thought of Natalie, of his recent struggle against the demon, and mostly, of his
determination to become mortal. Then, suddenly, it was gone. All of it. The thoughts were
lost from his mind, his consciousness concentrating only on how badly he needed to feed on
her, to fuck her, to completely consume her, body and soul. It had been so long since he
had been with another of his kind. Not since Janette. But now it was happening and he
knew, without a doubt, that in the next instant his resolve would snap and the vampire
would take control. All it would take would be...
The Best Revenge... Is Revenge (2/2)
by Izabela Popowicz
And then it happened. The pain was exquisite! Beyond what he remembered. Even the lightest
scalping of her fangs caused him to harden instantly and when she plunged them deeply into
his neck and began to feed on the blood that poured forth from the vein, he very nearly
orgasmed. He knew there was no turning back now. He knew the beast would be satisfied.
When she stopped feeding, her golden eyes looked up into his face and it was difficult to
tell who got to who's mouth first. They kissed hungrily and passionately, tongues probing
and exploring, lips slick with the small amount of Nick's blood that remained on Eva's
mouth. He tasted himself on her and his need, his hunger, grew voracious. His mouth
pressed harder on hers, his kisses nearly swallowing her, as his hands reached behind her
and quickly came to rest on her ass. They squeezed the small, tight cheeks repeatedly,
crushing her mound against his now fully erect cock.
When the kiss was broken and Nick looked back up into Eva's eyes, she saw that he was now
fully and completely aroused in *every* way. She had felt the pressure of his erection as
they kissed and now she saw the hunger in his wild, golden eyes and the fully extended
fangs that only hinted at the pleasure they would bring once embedded in her.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, watching her breaths quicken after his mouth
released her.
She started to answer him but he interrupted her thoughts by sliding his hands up along
the side of her body till he came to the low, rounded neck of her blouse. Then, focusing
his attention to where his hands were, he tore open the blouse, sending the small,
delicate buttons that had held it together only seconds ago, crashing to the ground, along
with the blouse itself.
Eva smiled slowly and with obvious approval for what Nick had just done, while his hands
now moved to cup her still-encased breasts. This time, however, his fiercely golden eyes
locked onto hers and when his fingertips grasped the edges of her black, lace bra and
ripped it free from her body, he never allowed his gaze to wander. The intensity and heat
in that gaze caused Eva to shudder visibly. In fact, the magnitude of the lust on his face
and in his eyes made her wetter and more self-conscious than she had ever been in her
existence, even as a mortal. The power of his desire was overwhelming.
"You didn't answer me," he said demandingly. "Is this what you want?"
he repeated, his fingers now playing slowly and lightly across her nipples. He bent his
head down for another deep, probing kiss, then quickly released her mouth. "Tell me.
Is it?"
She hated being teased like this but at the same time, she couldn't answer him. Her mind
swam with the taste of his blood and her body was on fire from her desire for him. Oh, she
tried to tell him, tried to get the words out, but every time she came close, the only
sound she could muster was a small, desperate whimper. His fingers were playing with her
flesh as they did the keys on his piano and her fangs still ached terribly for more of his
blood.
"Hmmm, where is that feistiness that I saw displayed before me earlier? I dare to say
that something extraordinary must have captured that devilish tongue of yours. Or perhaps
this is your way of telling me to stop? Maybe this is not what you had in mind?" he
asked, looking back down at her soft, smooth, pale breasts and the now exquisitely
hardened nipples. "Or aren't you enjoying what I'm doing to you?" his teasings
now becoming more of a challenge to her.
In her rapture Eva could not see how much the vampire Nicholas was enjoying the state he
had managed to put her in. But Nick could clearly tell how aroused she had become and as
she became wetter, he could smell the blood running down her thighs. The scent of it was
enraging his bloodlust and he wondered how he had ever managed to deny the thirst for as
long as he had. Now it was time for the beast to indulge in that thirst and feel the
essence of it flowing thought its' starved veins.
Those veins that now called to him so incessantly, as well as other long-neglected parts
of his body. His cock strained tightly against his trousers, but before he could release
it, Eva had decided to answer his challenge and he now felt her arms wrap around his neck
and pull his mouth to hers, yet again. She kissed him ardently and he returned it with as
much force, if not more, then continued traveling downward, his tongue flicking out to
lick at the blood-sweat forming on the surface of her skin. Her head tilted back, exposing
her neck, but Nick only paused at the vein there for a mere second before continuing
onward. Though he'd found it extraordinarily tempting to stay in that spot and feed, he
had other thoughts in mind. He wanted to prolong the hunger, let it build to its utmost
severity before finally plunging his fangs into her sweet neck and satisfying himself.
Until then, he would assuage himself with small, unsatisfying tastes of her, so downward
his kisses strayed, ignoring the enticing fount that lay beneath the surface of her
throat.
Instead he decided to taste of her blood from a slightly less explosive source. That
source being her deliciously, plump breasts. When his kisses reached one of those breasts,
he licked at the pink, stiffened nipple, rolling it back and forth with his tongue and
scraping at it with his teeth, listening to her moans grow louder and more desperate.
Then, with an anticipatory growl, he positioned each of his fangs on either side of her
nipple and bit into the breast as deeply as he could. The blood there did not gush forth
as from a vein or an artery, but rather had to be drawn out by the sheer force of Nick's
feeding. And draw it out he did, pulling and sucking on it, slowing feeling the blood ooze
out from the small punctures he'd just made. The taste of it was so sweet in his mouth,
yet it did not satisfy him. Not nearly. Nick knew it would take much more before the
vampire had fed enough to subdue it's reawakened hunger.
As he fed on those small drops of red ecstasy, Eva's moans became passionate, intense
cries and Nick felt her fingers entwine themselves in the soft, golden curls of his hair.
When he'd finished, Nick removed his twin canines from either side of her nipple and
repeated the entire procedure on the other breast, sucking at the bloodied nipple there
just as eagerly as he had the first one.
As his mouth worked arduously on its' task, his hands traveled down to the waist of her
skirt to work on its' zipper and finish the undressing he had started earlier. He found
out, once the skirt dropped to the floor, that she wore no underwear, only the black silk
stockings that encased her long, slender legs and the garter which held them in place. His
skilled fingers went immediately to that soft, wet place between her legs and began slowly
stroking her clitoris. The slipperiness of the rich, red liquid that dripped from her
opening made his fingers slide easily inside and when he pulled them back out to lick the
nectar off his fingers, his eyes changed once again, this time to a deep, monstrously
thirsty shade of red.
Before she knew it, Eva was being lifted up off the ground with the ease and grace that
only a vampire as old and powerful as Nick could manage. He held her there, in mid-air,
letting her legs rest on his shoulders and quickly began to feed on the bounty which her
pussy was providing for him. He licked and sucked at the swollen, delicate lips and
stroked her clit with his tongue until, finally, he tasted her orgasm in the blood.
When her body had calmed itself and the contractions within her had ceased, Nick let her
go and she slid down the length of his form to the floor beneath. His eyes now turned back
to their previous shade of gold while he took a moment to lick the last of her essence off
his lips and fangs.
Eva scanned along the hard lines and muscles of his body as her hands began to caress his
thighs and move upward to meet with her eyes at the point of his groin. She noticed that
his arousal was now so acute that the outline of the rigid organ in his pants was clearly
visible to her, even without her extraordinary vision.
"Hmmm, that looks positively painful Nick," she finally spoke, shaking her head
slightly and tapping her lower lip with her index finger. "Oh sorry, would you prefer
I call you Nicholas? You know, you never did tell me which one it was you preferred,"
she said, looking back up into Nick's telling gaze.
"I'd prefer it if you called me Nicholas."
"Alright, then Nicholas it is," she confirmed. "So, Nicholas, would you
like me to release you from your prison?" she asked, now having dropped her hands
again, to teasingly play with the zipper on his burgeoning pants.
"If you don't, then I'll be forced to because, yes, you are quite right, this is
becoming awfully uncomfortable."
"Then by all means, allow me to take away your discomfort," she offered, the
metallic sound of the zipper descending already filling the room.
A slow smile formed on Nick's generous lips, causing his fangs to flash menacingly and his
eyes hooded when he felt his pants drop to the floor and Eva's hand reach in and wrap
itself around the enormously engorged penis.
"Oh yes, I'm sure you've never had a problem enticing young mortal ladies with this
monstrous thing at your disposal," she teased wickedly.
"Yes, as a matter of fact it almost made the game of seduction too easy for my
tastes," he countered.
"I can only imagine."
With that, she lowered herself to her knees and began to insinuate his stiffened member
into her mouth. Nick snarled with the first contact her lips made with the throbbing,
purple head of his organ. The snarls were low and controlled at first but as her tongue
ran sensuously along the many rivers of veins tucked, not so safely, beneath the surface,
his snarls grew loud and bestial. Then the scent of the blood that was so concentrated in
those thick, pulsing veins grew too much for her and long, sharp fangs selected the
nearest and largest of those veins to embed themselves into.
As her teeth drove through his cock, Nick growled like a ferocious, insane beast. The
wound bled fast and furiously, flooding Eva's throat, just as she'd hoped it would and the
harder she sucked at the viscous fluid, the tenser and more strained Nick's body became.
Soon blood began to spew forth from the small opening in his glans and splatter onto Eva's
face and chest, dripping down between her breasts, as he reached a torturously sweet
orgasm.
But before Eva could clean up the nasty mess she had caused Nick to make, he'd swept her
up in his arms, carried her over to one of the benches in the room and dropped her, quite
violently, onto the surface of it. She tried to rise up but the instant she did, Nick
pinned her back down to the bench, his vampiric strength making it impossible for her to
overpower him.
The savageness glowing in his eyes frightened her suddenly. It was the exact same look he
had gotten on his face before wrapping his fingers around her throat and attempting to
strangle the life out of her the other night. Now her mind reeled with the thought that
this might be a repeat performance and not the passionate night of love making she felt
she deserved. Each time she struggled against his grip it became less yielding and his
hands soon felt like shackles around her wrists.
"Let me go!" she hissed through her fangs.
"Oh no, you wanted this, now *I* will be the one that decides when we are
finished," he answered back, refusing to let her go and, in fact, increasing the
pressure with which he was holding her with. His face adopted a glow to it. A radiance
that vibrated with the power and hunger that surged through his body. He realized that it
felt good to be the master of his own nature once again and to be free of his mortal
chains, his mortal guilt.
"I didn't come here to relive what happened the other night. I came here to make you
give me what you promised me would be mine the first time you kissed me."
"And what makes you think I won't?" he asked teasingly,
"But...," she hesitated, confusion covering her face. "I thought you
weren't going to..."
"Oh, but I am," he interrupted, tracing one long finger along the curve of her
jawline and down the path of her smooth, elegant neck. "I have every intention of
fucking you and taking every last unliving drop of blood you have coarsing through those
incredibly seductive veins of yours. That is what you want to hear, isn't it?"
"Oh yes Nicholas," she whispered, realizing that she had mistaken the intent of
his look and now relished the potently erotic words he was saying to her.
Nick climbed onto the bench, parting Eva's legs and positioning his body between them,
supporting his entire weight on his arms. Then he brought his mouth to her again and began
to kiss her, first his lips being deceptively soft and gentle, then increasing in
roughness, his tongue invading her mouth, capturing her tongue in his mouth and then
turning violent. His fangs sliced through the tender flesh of her gums and lips and he
felt them burn and itch for her blood. Despite the assault on her mouth, he could,
nonetheless, distinctly hear low, lusty moans escape her and the familiar predatorial
growl of the vampire.
The moment Eva felt the long, thick length of Nick's erection against her, her thighs
opened to him and her hips raised just slightly off the surface of the bench in an effort
to receive him. As soon as Nick felt her legs open, his hardness automatically fell
between them and instinctively sought out the hot, enveloping caress of her opening. His
fervor for her body and soul scorched through his insides and his thirst for blood had
reached a keen, sharpness that cut through to the very core of him. He could wait no
longer. His muscles tightened and knotted beneath his skin as he very, very slowly
inserted his hard, throbbing penis inside her. As he inched deeper and deeper towards her
centre, the blood at her entrance welled up around his shaft, making her walls slick and
inviting to him. He slid in and out of her easily, though as he increased the speed of his
thrusts, the friction caused, rose to an almost unbearable intensity. Their bodies surged
and heaved together, moving in the same steady rhythm, each vampire instinctively sensing
the other's pulse.
The air in the room grew thick and heady with the scent of blood, flooding his senses and
causing him to pound into her body with a force that now approached violence. But no
matter how furiously he moved, with how much intensity he fucked her, she only cried out
for more. Her feral groans echoed in his ears with each of his thrusts and her hips now
rose high up off the bench to meet with his. The brutal wildness with which their bodies
slammed together stoked Nick's bloodlust to it's breaking point.
He felt his impending orgasm rush towards him and readied his fangs for the onslaught of
it. When it finally came, he pierced the warm, luscious vein in her neck not once, but
three times, each time, his teeth embedding themselves deeper into the soft flesh. The
last time, he took a hold of her and did not let go. The burning satisfaction of feeding
swept over him and soon Nick was lost in a tumultuous rush of passion and frenzy. Eva's
warm, rich blood burned within him as brightly as the sun ever could. The fire of it
flooded his veins and poured down his throat, while every feeling and thought trapped in
her body did the same to his mind. He feasted on her soul as deeply as he feasted on the
light of her blood, gorging himself on what he had been missing for so long.
Then, without warning, he felt the sharpness of her fangs penetrate his neck and sensed
the completion of the circle of their blood as it flowed back and forth through each
other. The intensity and intimacy of the experience was exquisite and nourishing. He felt
as though nothing would make him happier than to lie here and feed from her and have her
feed from him for all of eternity. But as their twin orgasms began to subside, Nick
reluctantly withdrew his fangs from her throat and savoured the last few remaining drops
of blood as they dripped off his canines and onto his sweet, soft lips. Then bending his
head down, once again, he kissed Eva. This time with a sweetness and ardour that never for
a moment betrayed the ferocious beast that had possessed and consumed her only moments
ago. Feeling complete and satied, each fell into the other's arms, their bodies melding
together as their souls had and for once, Nick felt a peace he never had before.
Revenge... oh how sweet it had been.
The End.