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Subject: {ASSM} "From Here to Eternity" [Dancer] (MF caution)
Date: Mon,  5 Nov 2001 02:10:05 -0500
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Editor's Note: And we come to the conclusion (maybe?) of Dancer's
'Storyteller Chronicles'.  If you don't know what I'm talking
about, go read "Man Next Door", "Reservations", "Razor's Edge"
and "Same Clan, Different Vintage" first - it'll be worth it. 
Oh, and I gave "caution" for surprise effect as much as warning -
there's some potential 'squicks', but a full list appears at the
start of the attachment if you're worried.

Oh, and one tag I SHOULD have had in the subject line was
"series"; didn't occur to me until just now - sorry. :(

I tried to get this whole series out in time for Halloween, but
life happens; it's close enough...

Anyway: 18 or younger; scram. People easily upset; read at your
own risk & we disclaim any responsiblity for any that happens if
you do.:) Everyone else; enjoy privately (Bern Convention on
copyrights applies)

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 From Here to Eternity (MF, magic, viol, oral, pett, rom)

Dancer 2001 (c)


My attention centered upon the woman before me, the mere human I
had held prisoner with the intention of draining her blood. But
I'd fallen in love with my Grace somewhere along the way. I was
angry with myself, with the world, with God for letting me find
my soul mate one year too late. I stared at her partially dressed
form, naked from the waist up and wearing a pair of my jeans. Her
face was streaked with dried tears, her eyes red-rimmed and she
hid her shirtless bosom by folding her arms. My sharp fingernails
gouged deep into the wooden door frame as I stated flatly, "Don't
force me to kill you."

"You won't kill me," she snarled.

"Think not?" I asked, striding into the chamber angrily. I
grabbed her soft upper arms and hoisted her off the bed so her
feet dangled high above the floor and her beautiful face was in
line with mine. "Try to leave and find out." She thrust her chin
up in a stubborn tilt. My millennia aged resolve crumbled at the
distraught look in her eyes and I lowered her down my body until
her toes touched the floor. I closed my eyes and kissed the top
of her hair, saying hoarsely, "Go, just go."

Grace remained in front of me. After a while, she sighed and
leaned into my chest, sliding her hands across my ribcage. "I
can't. It's like there's some- thing keeping me here and it's not
you," she whispered against my cold skin. I held her loosely,
content in stroking my open palms down her silken brown hair. She
asked, "Slade, what did you mean when you talked about
Vancouver?"

"Nothing of great import," I answered quietly.

"I used to live there up 'til last year. Did you know that?"

"Hmmm, yes."

"I moved down south after I lost the baby," she told me. "Mom
thought I should get away from the memories and try to start
fresh. But you knew that too?" She tipped her head back, looking
into my stony features for an answer. "The police said Darrin was
mauled by a mountain lion while he was fixing a flat outside
Whitehorse. They found just enough to identify his body. Did you
do that, Slade? Did you kill the father of my baby?"

"He raped you, Grace," I growled angrily and shaking her hard.
"He deserved to die a slower, more painful death than being
ripped apart by my bare hands." I shoved her away and watched her
fall backwards onto the bed. "Darrin Taylor was a total bastard
in every sense of the word. Unworthy of the gift he stole from
you that night in April." Her face went slack with shock at my
confession and I kept talking. "He figured I was a brother or
uncle bent on revenge. He acted so fucking proud of raping you,
telling me how much you wanted it and didn't put up any kind of
fight." In a flash, I was on top of her with my clenched fists
buried deep in the mattress on either side of her face. "I fought
for you. I killed for you. And I'll do it again. I protect my
own." She inhaled to protest but I cut her off by exercising my
strong will over hers, silencing her with a glance.

I thought I held her immobile as well but she screwed up her face
in agony as she slowly managed to lift both hands and place them
over my forearms. The sinews around her collarbone stood out with
strain and she found the strength to caress my taut muscles, in
an attempt to sooth the savageness inside me. Her voice came out
in short spurts. "Lllet...mmmeee...g-go..." She broke free and
bucked up her legs, one striking me full on in the crotch. I
dropped my mental barriers and collapsed in a heap on top of her,
curling onto my right side and clutching my wounded privates. The
pain was blinding, so intense I forgot everything except the
terrible throb of my groin and lost conscious- ness.

I didn't come to until sunset the following evening and opened my
eyes to see my old friend Nathaniel standing over me. He looked
so cool and collected that I wanted to murder him then and there.
"Slade, Slade, Slade," he said in a tone laced with mockery.
"Will you ever learn how to treat a lady?"

"Fuck," I grumbled, easing myself upright and cringing at the
vestiges of pain in my lower abdomen. "I have to get her back," I
muttered and levered my legs over the edge of the bed. My knees
buckled and Nathaniel caught me in his arms.

"You aren't in any condition to fly outta here," he informed me
brusquely. "Sit down before you fall down. I'll get you some
clothes to wear and then we can talk."

Hissing through my clenched teeth, I said, "About what?"

He shoved me down with strength I never knew he possessed.
"Strategy," he said with a rakish smile creasing his face.

=======

Nearly seven days had gone since Grace departed from my lair,
time enough for Nathaniel and I to work out a plan. I stood
outside the door of her rented home, armed with my unnatural
charm, a dozen red roses and the most recent bill from my
platinum credit card. The little she-devil stole it when she left
and racked up $2,487.98 worth of damages on a new wardrobe, then
slipped the card under my front door. It seemed Grace had taken
the saying 'the best revenge is to live well' literally. Thanks
to Nathaniel's wife Olivia, I knew Grace was alone tonight. The
two ladies kept in touch somehow and Olivia had me dancing on
strings by dropping a hint here and there about her new friend's
life away from me.

I cracked the strained muscles and tendons in my neck, then beat
my left hand against her front door in a rapid tattoo. I could
hear her padding toward the door. She opened it soon after but
left the gold chain locked in place. "What do you want?" she
asked in a bored tone.

"You cut off your beautiful hair," I stated dumbly, gawking at
the shortened, pageboy style brushing along her shoulders.

She tucked the left side behind her ear. "I felt the need for a
change."

"Invite me in, Grace," I purred in a soft trill and leaned closer
to the opening, my mouth curled up in a seductive smile.

"No way," she replied, grinning and shaking a finger at me.
"Olivia twigged me in on a few of the vampire tricks you might
use to get inside. Inviting you in would render me powerless. If
you want in, find another way." She slammed the door in my face
and I heard the clicks of several deadbolts sliding into place.

"All right. Have it your way," I whispered to the door. I brought
a foot up high and kicked my sneaker hard against the side held
to the frame by metal rods. The hinges broke free of the wood and
I wrenched it completely off with one hand, tossing the shattered
door aside like a broken doll. Grace stood aghast at my damaging
entry, her back up against the wall opposite me. I drank in the
sight of her dressed in a white angora sweater, black tights and
gray, woolen socks with her lips parted in surprise. "Honey, I'm
home," I called out and offered the roses I held. "I brought you
a present."

"A-ha!" she shouted gleefully as she snatched the flowers from my
hand. "Roses are deadly to vampires. Thanks for giving me a
convenient tool to hurt you." She thrust the bouquet into my
face, forcing me to take a step back.

I gathered my wits and knocked the roses away, saying, "You mean
werewolves, you half-wit. The only things roses do to me is make
me very excited." I narrowed my gaze and pounced, leaping through
the air and pinning her between my arms. I sniffed my nose along
the vulnerable underside of her throat, emitting a low, hungry
growl. Her scent was a mixture of slight fear, adrenalin and her
personal musky aroma. All thoughts of strategy morphed into those
of seduction and I breathed hotly on the naked flesh above the
neck of her sweater. "You make me burn hotter than the fires of
hell," I said roughly in her delicate earshell. "I want you
writhing beneath me with such intense ecstasy and I'll use all my
powers to make it so." I pressed my lips against the soft patch
of skin below her pierced earlobe and felt her pulse leap at my
touch.

"Slade, stop," Graced sighed and bent her head onto my shoulder.
"I can't think when you do things like that to me."

I ruffled her loose hair with my nose. "I know. That's why I do
them." She chuckled against my shirt and I cupped her chin with
two fingers, tipping her head back until our eyes met. Holding
her spellbound with my gaze, I implored softly, "Come home with
me, Grace." My mouth hovered a scant distance above hers and
inhaled the warm breath from her vocal portal, causing her to
move nearer.

Grace whimpered a gentle sigh and she swallowed. I let my guard
down to follow the bob of her Adam's apple, then looked back into
her luminous eyes and became captivated. No longer was she held
in my thrall. Now, this fragile, young creature mesmerized me
body and soul. "Why should I?" she queried, her lilting tone
compelling me to answer honestly.

"I miss you."

Our mouths grew so close together I could feel the pliable
smoothness of her lips against mine as she questioned further.
"Is that the only reason?"

"I...care...for you like no other," I replied, stroking my
thumbpad along the sloping curve of her chin.

"If there was a way to turn me, would you make me a vampire?"

"Only if you wish to be," I said, then brushed my lips along hers
tenderly.

She raised her hands to my shirt and ran her fingertips under the
edge of the collar, lightly touching my cool flesh. They were
akin to tiny, heated brands against my skin and I responded
strangely, letting my fangs lengthen and sinking the sharp
canines into her lower lip. She shivered in my arms at the
vampiric love bite. A small trickle of blood dribbled into my
mouth and I withdrew my fangs, lapping at the puncture marks left
behind. She pulled her lip into her mouth to taste the damage,
then said, "Fix my front door, Slade, and I'll think about coming
back."

I groaned. I really disliked manual labor but I knew, as did she,
that I'd do anything for my sweet storyteller. "Got some nails
and two by fours?" I asked hopefully.

"Hammer and nails're in the garage and the only free lumber I
have is holding my mattress and box springs off the floor," she
replied.

"I'll see what I can kobold together," I responded, shrugging my
shoulders.

=======

Wiping the perspiration from my chest with my shirt, I found
Grace sitting at the round kitchen table drinking a glass of
chocolate milk. "Door's fixed but, ahhh, your garage has a hole
in the back wall," I told her as I pulled out a chair and sat
down.

"I've been thinking," she began.

"Dangerous."

She made a face at me. "Ha, ha, ha. Glad I can amuse you, Slade."
She set her half-empty glass on the tabletop and raked her eyes
across my topless body. "How did you get changed into a vampire?
I'm taking for granted you weren't a virgin when it happened."

"Even if I had been, Katrina was an experienced temptress," I
said firstly, then dove into the explanation. "I didn't think
anything of it at the time. A lot of the whores I'd been with
nibbled up and down my cock while they..." I paused at how
clinical and cold I sounded. Grace just sat across from me with
her chin cupped in her palms and elbows on the table. "Well, you
get the idea. I was on sentry duty, Katrina popped up out of
nowhere and seduced me into coming with her into the Black
Forest. Things got hot and heavy, she bit the base of my shaft,
made her mark and rode me to exhaustion. When I came to, she
informed me I was undead, a vampire."

"'Things got hot and heavy'? God, no wonder you enjoy the shit I
tell you," Grace grumbled, shaking her head pityingly. "What, no
details? No 'Her juices flowed like a tsunami breaking across the
land' or 'Katrina's cunt milked me down to the dregs and hungered
for more'? That's sad, really fucking sad."

I leaned across the table. "Mmmm. Why don't you fill in the gaps
and I'll correct you if you're wrong?"

"Aaaaahhhhh...no."

"How 'bout a blowjob instead?" I asked with a grin, then slowly
got to my feet and sauntered over to her. I propped my rear
against the table's edge in front of Grace's chair and rubbed the
prominent bulge under the fly of my jeans. "I haven't touched him
since you left two weeks ago, sweetheart, and I think I might
expire on the spot."

She chuckled and reached for my hands, removing them from my
pants. "Now that is rich, Slade. A vampire is telling me he'll
die if I don't suck his cock. Somehow, I think you'll live."

"I can see into your thoughts," I lied smoothly and rested her
palms along my cloaked erection, using her to stroke myself.

"So what am I thinking?" she replied, bending forward until she
caught the blue waistband in her front teeth. I peered down in
fascination as she undid the brass closure immediately and slid
the zipper tab down. The flaps opened as the metal teeth sprang
apart and I shut my eyes when her heated breath puffed over my
cock. "Doesn't anybody wear underwear anymore?" Her tongue darted
out and lapped up my shaft to its tip in one long, exaggerated
lick. "I asked you to tell me what I'm thinking," she said, then
suckled the small opening of my member.

I replied the first thing that entered my hazy thoughts. "Power.
Specifically, how much you have over me."

"Damn, you're good," she breathed in surprise.

"Merely a lucky guess, truth be told," I confessed and shifted my
stance wider. I teased the invisible hairs on her forearm with my
fingers and licked my lips, wondering if she would take me in her
mouth. She toyed and tortured me as she busied herself by lipping
the glans of my cock for an inordinate amount of time. Content
with playing the role of mouse to her cat, I rested my palms on
either side of my hips and allowed her to take as much or as
little as she pleased.

"Slade?"

"Hmmm?"

Grace wrapped a hand around the root of my manhood and pumped her
fingers up and down. "Here's a question. If you came in my mouth
and some of your semen got on the bite marks in my lip, could
that change me?"

"It would take longer than usual. But, yes," I replied. "Let me
think. The normal way is by rape or extremely rough intercourse
if the intended victim is a female. A man or boy would either be
bitten on the penis or, if he's a virgin, the woman vampire's
fluids would enter through his urethra opening." I stopped for a
moment and brushed her hand away so I could think clearly,
leaning forward with my hands upon my thighs. "Logically, I could
turn you by cutting into the walls of your vagina with my nails
or by biting a labium, then climaxing on the wound."

"Then do it. I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"Not tonight," I sighed, my internal clock telling me sunrise was
approaching. "I have to go. The sun's coming up in an hour or so
and I need to be home where it's dark."

"Take me with you," she begged, standing up and looping her arms
around my neck. I touched my head to hers and caved in, telling
her to hurry and pack a bag of necessities. She thanked me by
kissing me thoroughly and at length, then scampering out of the
kitchen and up the stairs. I tucked my raging shaft back inside
my jeans, threw on my shirt and walked out to the base of the
staircase to wait. Grace was fast, I'll give her that, and
bounded down to me with a medium-sized duffel hanging by a thick
strap from her left shoulder. I eased the bag off her arm into my
strong grip and slid my free arm along her waist. She looked at
me slyly, asking, "Will we fly, like in the movies?"

I frowned. "Hell no. We'll take your car."

=======

She drove and I rode shotgun, distracting her to no end with
little kisses on the left side of her throat. We finally arrived
at my home and dashed inside just as dawn crept over the horizon.
I led her down to the basement room where I'd held her prisoner
and she gawked at the recent changes of decor. I dropped her
duffel on the floor beside the new settee and placed my hands on
top of her rounded shoulders. "Olivia was a great help," I
informed Grace. "She designed the curtained canopy surrounding
the bed."

"So," Grace began saying as she left my grasp and strolled over
to the linen tent. Her eyes were bright jewels when she glanced
at me. "This is what you occupied your time with while I was
gone. I believe you're out to seduce me, lover." She found a
slight parting of the draped material on the side away from me
and stepped inside. After a brief minute, a light came on and
created a dark, vivid silhouette of her body spanning the top of
her head to her knees.

"Do you like it, Grace?" I called out, watching as she kicked off
her shoes. She climbed onto the bed, kneeling sideways to show me
her shadowed profile and dragged her sweater over her head. Even
through the layers of thin fabric, I could make out the gentle
curves of her breasts supported by a brassiere and the slender
indentation of her stomach. I exhaled a long, slow breath, never
taking my eyes off her. Watching with rapt attention as she
tugged her tights down over her hips, my arousal at the
provocation became increasingly evident. My cock strained against
my fly, almost eager to be released and I discovered I was
trembling with the need to sink myself into her heated depths.
"Grace, are you teasing me by chance?" I asked with a roguish
tilt to my lips.

I almost missed the low sound of her chuckling at me. She lay
down with an arm bent to hold her head up and she trailed her
left hand upward along her thigh to her bosom, then curled one
finger at me as an invitation. I growled happily and hurried my
pace over to the bed. My fingers found the parting in the
curtains and pulled them aside so I could enter.

The new boudoir was dimly lit by a knock-off Tiffany lamp resting
upon a fashionable end table. The soft lighting cast a warm glow
over her satiny skin and brought out the golden highlights in her
honeyed hair. My eyes raked over her undergarments. "I take it I
paid for those," I said and gestured to her scant clothing.

"Of course. I would never spend my own, hard-earned money on a
fifty-dollar bra and panty set," Grace answered in a voice that
conveyed her lack of sorrow for the credit card bill. "Are you
planning to look at me all day, or what?" I answered by untying
my sneakers, toeing them off my feet and stripping off my socks.
I crawled on top of her prone form so I sat across her lower legs
and slid my arms beneath her back, lifting up. I unhooked the
rear clasps of her brassiere and eased the garment down her arms,
pressing my partially closed lips against the newly bared skin.
It fell by the wayside as she groaned and arched her breasts
toward my roving mouth.

"Patience, darling. Patience," I whispered huskily along the
hollow of her throat. "They'll be tended to when the time is
right. I have other concerns at the moment." I laid her back
down, gradually working my kisses over her belly to her last
barrier of clothing. I hooked my thumbs in the top elastic band
and tugged the skimpy piece of fabric passed her hips. She raised
up slightly to help, for which I was grateful, and pulled them
down her legs, tossing the panties on the floor when I freed them
from her feet. I rubbed a thumb along the arch of her warm foot,
saying, "I-I expect it will hurt."

"You're nervous, aren't you?"

My eyes shuttered closed. "A little. I've never turned a woman
who wanted it willingly."

"If it really bothers you, I'll get Nate to do it instead." Her
voice was flat and I realized she was totally serious about her
proposal. Reacting on pure instinct, I jammed my right hand
between her thighs and quickly thrust two fingers deep in her dry
slit. I felt resistance on my way in and knew the moment I'd
gouged the strong, vaginal muscles. She cringed and moaned at the
unexpected pain, pushing my fingers out of her body by bearing
down. They slid free and I wiped the blood-stained tips against
my trousers, looking at her with an apology in my eyes. "Do we,
uh...?" she asked hesitantly.

Running my clean hand through my hair, I replied, "Yes. And
Grace? I'm sorry for everything I've done that hurt you,
especially this." I yanked off my clothes sans finesse and
unceremoniously shoved my prick fully inside her wounded passage.
She choked back a sob at my rough entry. Tears leaked from the
corners of her tightly shut eyes; each drop like a wooden stake
through my heart because I was doing this god-awful thing to her.
It killed me to hurt my Grace this way and somehow, I found the
resolve to finish it quickly, plunging deep in her torn pussy and
ejaculating. She let loose this terrible shriek of agony when my
semen poured into the gashes. I wrapped my arms under her
shoulders and watched as her eyes grew round as saucers and her
body stiffened with seizure. The pounding of her heart deafened
me to all other noises as it grew louder and louder around me
until my scream joined Grace's.

=======

I awoke with my face half-buried in the downy pillows and I
stretched an arm out looking for Grace. I was alone. I yawned,
pushed the covers away and yelped at the copious amounts of blood
streaking my flaccid cock and groin. "Grace?!?" I shouted,
jumping out of bed and ripping the canopy aside. "Grace, where
are you? Are you all right?" I rushed across the room toward the
lavatory door and twisted the knob only to discover it locked. I
knocked hard against the panels, received no response and threw
my bare body into it. The lock broke and the door slammed into
the wall behind it.

She sat in the bath, her head tipped along the back and arms
dangling over the sides. I padded slowly toward her, unwilling to
believe my eyes. "Grace, it's Slade, sweetheart," I whispered
gently and knelt beside the tub of water. I touched a palm to her
right cheek and pleaded with her to open her eyes and look at me.
I pressed two fingers against her neck and found no pulse. She
was dead and for a brief second I felt joy, thinking our coupling
had changed her into a vampire. I sent my mind to meet hers as I
could do with Nathaniel and found only a black void.

Losing my loquacious storyteller was worse than the vilest
torture of the Inquisitors. Never more would I hear her
captivating tales of debauchery and be granted her permission to
act upon the immoral thoughts she created within me. As I rested
my weary head against her lifeless shoulder, I contemplated how I
could continue to exist when I'd killed the human woman I loved.
"Tell me," her disembodied voice whispered in my dark thoughts.

"I love you, Grace, without end," I answered softly. I gazed upon
her slack mouth and kissed the corner nearer to me. "Forever."
This time, I kissed her full on the lips and figured I was so
lost in grief I'd imagined her response.

"It's about fucking time, Slade," Grace said with a hoarse,
throaty chuckle. I pushed myself away, studying her face
intently. My brows drew up into my hairline when she managed to
open her eyes and then, the little bitch had the gall to wink at
me!

"What in God's name are you doing in a tub full of water?" I
demanded, angry that she'd scared the daylights out of me but
overjoyed that she'd survived.

"I felt...dirty." She tapped her chest. "In here, like when
Darrin...raped... me." Her hands came up to the rolled, porcelain
edges and stroked her fingers along the smooth surface. "It hurt.
Shit, 'hurt' doesn't begin to describe the agony when you came
inside me. I wanted to wash the pain away and had just settled
back when...when...I died." Her jaw dropped open and she bolted
up- right. "I-You-We...did it. I'm a vampire, right?"

The last was directed at me and I grinned happily. "There's one
way to find out for certain. Olivia and Nathaniel are still
upstairs, probably having sex. Close your eyes," I instructed my
fledgling. "Use your mind and think some- thing to Olivia."

"Okay," Grace breathed with giddiness. Her eyelids fluttered shut
and she took a deep breath. I watched her eyes pop open again and
a pink blush bloomed across her cheeks. "Ohmygod, I did it!"

I laughed with her. Nathaniel sent a mental call to me, saying
with sarcasm and exasperation, "Thanks buddy. I'd finally talked
Livvy into letting me-"

"Ack!!" Grace shrieked, her hand flying to cover her mouth.
"Nate, I can hear what you're telling Slade," she said out loud.

"That's impossible," I muttered. "I had my mental shields up.
There's no way you could've gotten past them without me knowing."
I stood, rubbing my stubbled chin in deep thought as I paced.
"Grace, tell me what I'm thinking," I asked her and firmly
entrenched my mental barriers against any intrusion.

She narrowed her gaze at me and tapped her fingernails along the
porcelain. "Baseball statistics?" she replied in confusion. I
stared down at her with a raised brow. "You look really sexy
right now," she purred with a saucy grin. I opened my mouth to
say something but veered off in another direction, bending over
the tub. I stuck my hands under the water and cupped her breasts,
kneading the ample globes.

"Hang on," I growled and removed my hands, taking a few steps
back. "I didn't want to touch you a minute ago."

"No, but I wanted you to," she said knowingly. "I think my will
is stronger than yours. Remember when the day I left? You were
holding me on the bed and using your mind to keep me from talking
and moving."

I nodded, following her reasoning. "Yes, of course. You managed
to break through my vampiric will..." The thought trailed off as
another overlapped it. I slapped a hand to my forehead and
moaned, "Jesus H. Christ, I'm whipped."

Grace wrinkled her nose in question. "As in 'pussy' whipped?
Henpecked? Get it now, sweetheart?" A smiled creased my features
and I started to laugh, hearing her join in with her
higher-pitched giggles.

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