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Chapter 1 ~ The Magician, Desire Manifested


Jennipher stared at Miguel for a moment more before she could speak.

“Umm,” she began, “Bob said you could help me, tell me where I am. Can you?”

Miguel still sat there giving her the same cold smile. He took another sip of his drink and moved a little closer. “Bob would be correct. I can help you.”

“Well?” she asked.

He leaned back in his chair as he spoke. “You are in a world of dreams. A place where ones imagination and will can shape the things around them. However, you are not the only dreamer. There are others like you, others who as we speak are in reality, in their own beds, in their own homes, sleeping and making all this happen.”

“That’s sort of what Bob said,” she started, “he said that I’m not the only dreamer. How is that possible? This is my dream isn’t it?”

Miguel’s smile faded. The look he gave her was very stern.

“What you say is true. This is your dream, to a point. What we are doing and saying is being created by you. But there are others who are doing the same thing.” he frowned, thinking. After a minute of silence he continued. “Bob is also a dreamer. He dreams of this bar and allows other dreamers to pass through his dream. These dreamers cannot however, change the interior of this bar. It is his design, he decides what changes and what stays the same. Also this place may not appear the same to all the patrons here. You see it the same as I so he sent you too me.”

Jennipher brought up her elbows to rest on the table and buried her head in her hands. This is not right. She thought to herself, My dream should not be telling me how I dream. She sighed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Looking at Miguel she asked, “But why do the dreamers come here?”

He smiled at her again, this time his smile was a little warmer but still did not quiet reach his eyes. He sat up straight again and she began to notice that there was another smell in the air other than Vodka and thick cologne. She couldn’t place where she had smelled it before, but she never got a chance to ask about it due to Miguel cutting off her thoughts.

“The only dreamers that come here are those who have been hurt.” he said.

“What do you mean by ‘hurt’?”

“Well, something must have happened to you recently, correct?” Miguel asked, eyeing her.
She looked down fidgeting, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. When she spoke again it was in a soft voice and Miguel had to lean in a bit so he could hear her.

“My grandmother died last month.” she said.

Miguel scooted his chair closer to her. He put and arm around her and in equally soft words said, “I’m sorry to hear that. You’ve been having a hard time with this haven’t you?”

“Y... Yes,” she stuttered, trying not to cry.

“Well, Jenny, that is why you are here then. You have come here to seek help, guidance if you may.”

She looked up at him wiping tears that had yet to fall from her eyes. She knew for sure now that he couldn’t be human. She could feel cold radiating off of him, even through the thick leather coat. She didn’t care though, he was comforting and his voice soothed her.

“I just don’t want to cry anymore... I want to have better will power, to be able to see better next time before something bad happens, maybe even be able to see into other worlds. You understand.... I want to be stronger” she whispered.

“Shh,” he said quietly while stroking her hair. “I can help you.”

“Really?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes, but everything has a price.” he replied smiling slightly.

She pulled away from him. “I don’t have any money.”

Miguel laughed softly. “I don’t require money, Jenny dear.”

“Then, what is it that you want?” she asked frowning.

He smiled sweetly at her, his smile finally reaching his eyes. “What I want dearest, is,” he paused, “your soul.”

Jennipher looked at him stunned. My own dream wants my soul? She asked her self mentally. She blinked, smiled at him and started to laugh.

Miguel was taken aback. The look on his face showed how shocked he was. “Why do you laugh?” he asked.

She was laughing so hard that it took a moment before she was able to speak. He waited patiently as she got over her giggles. Finally, after relearning how to breath, she spoke, “It’s just funny, you are a part of my dream and you want my soul. It’s the same as giving my soul to myself!”

Miguel smiled again and laughed. “It does sound odd when you put it that way.” he said as she smiled back.

“So you wouldn’t mind signing a contract then?” he asked.

She giggled again, “No I don’t mind.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few papers all stapled together. He set the papers down on the table and reached into his pocket again. This time he pulled out a pen and started signing the papers. When he was done he turned the papers toward her and set the pen on top.

“Your turn Jenny, sign next to the X’s.” he said as he took a drink of his Vodka.

Jennipher giggled and flipped through the pages signing them as she went. When she was through she folded the papers over and handed them to him.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked. He put the papers and pen back in his pocket and pulled out a necklace. “This is for you.”

She watched as he slid the necklace across the table to her. The necklace was in the shape of a cross. It was gold and small flowers connecting at the petals made up the main design. The center stone was red, she guessed that it was ruby. This necklace entranced her and when she picked it up she found that it felt warm. She looked up at Miguel.

“This is really for me?” she asked.

“Yes, Jenny dearest.” he replied. “Go ahead, put it on.”

She smiled at him and clasped the chain around her neck. When it touched her skin she felt warm and safe. She was gazing down at cross, holding it in her hand. She brought the golden trinket to her mouth and kissed the blood red stone. As she did this Miguel let out a soft moan. She set the cross gently down against her chest and looked up at him.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He looked at her through half closed eyes and smiled the warmest smile she’d seen yet.

“Yes,” he replied slowly. “It’s just you might want to be careful what you do to that cross.”

“Why?” she asked tilting her head to the side.

His smile never faded but his eyes opened a bit more to focus on her. His hand slid over his chest as he opened his coat reveling the same gold cross laying against his alabaster skin. The look he gave her held more meaning than she could understand.

“We are connected now, see?” he said softly.

“Oh...” was all she could say in return.

“There are a few things you need to know about the cross that I have given you.” he paused petting just underneath the red stone of his own cross. He watched as the little girl across from him shivered a little and gave him a quizzical look.

“We really are connected through these aren’t we?” Jennipher said still feeling as though someone had run their hands over her thighs and places a bit more intimate.

“Yes,” he said slowly, still smiling. “You will have to feed it and it will allow you to come see me if you wear it to bed.”

“If I wear it to bed? Do you mean in reality?” she asked quietly.

“That is exactly what I mean.” Miguel replied.

She frowned at him. This is a stupid dream, I’m not going to have this necklace when I wake up. She thought.

“As for feeding it,” he started. He reached out a touched the bright red stone between her small breasts. “It will need blood. Only a few drops on the stone.”

“Blood? Does it have to be my own?”

His smile widened. “It would be preferred.” He watched as she frowned again.

“But...” she stared.

“No, no, no, not right now. It’s time for you to wake up. We’ll talk more next time.” he said and leaned in closer. He placed his lips over the pulse in her throat. He kissed the spot gently and then very quickly sank his fangs into the soft flesh.

Jennipher yelped and tensed up as she felt something sharp pierce her skin. Then she felt the warmth, her warmth flowing from her and into him. The feeling became pleasant and she moaned softly as he fed on her. She could feel a tingling all over her body. I could die here. She thought and then she woke up.



~~*





Jennipher sat up in bed, harsh afternoon light spilling in from her windows. She rubbed her eyes and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood and stretched, trying to work out a kink in her shoulder from sleeping wrong.

“What a weird dream.” she said aloud.

She sat down on the bed again and reached down for her shoes. She was already basically dressed having fallen asleep in her T-shirt and jeans. She fiddled with her shoes for a moment, sleep making her movements slow. Finally she slid on the black leather boots and zipped them up. Standing again she headed for the door.

When she stepped out into the hallway she was greeted by singing. Dad must be up, good that means there is coffee. She thought to herself. Her father always seemed to be singing and she thought that it might be fun to join him after some coffee.

She turned left and headed into the bathroom to brush her hair. When she entered she made a face at herself in the mirror, sticking out her tongue, as she often did. Walking over, she stood in front of the sink and picked up the hair brush. She began to lazily pull the brush through her long, thick hair. It was when she pulled her hair away from her neck that she noticed. There on the side of her throat were teeth marks. Not just the normal circle of uneven crescents, but fang marks. Four of them. She set the brush down and leaned closer to the mirror.

“This can’t be real.” She said softly, looking at the marks closer. “Oh my god...” she mouthed to the mirror. She knew there was no way her dad could see this.

Jennipher turned and walked out of the bathroom. She walked back into her room and closed the door quietly behind her. “Shit!” she cursed under her breath as she walked to her dresser. She started picking up things and dropping them in the floor looking for something in particular. When she found what she was looking for she sighed, in relief.

She reached up and fastened a black velvet choker around her neck, neatly hiding the marks there. She had to dig through the stuff on her dresser a bit more before she found her make up. She put on a little lipstick and added a bit of eyeshadow to her eyes. She looked at herself in the mirror. Now that her face looked a little more gothic the collar didn’t look out of place, her mom and dad would just think she was having a bad day. She ruffled her hair some too before leaving her room again.

This time she headed for the kitchen and poured herself a much needed cup of coffee. As she was adding sugar and milk, her dad walked in.
“Top of the morning to ya!” he said, as he walked over to the big industrial size, silver coffee pot.

Jennipher managed a weak smile, “and the rest of the afternoon to you.” she replied, as moved away to the kitchen table to give her father some room.

“You must have slept well,” he said, “We tried to wake you for school and couldn’t get you up. Linda said that you would just stay home today.”

“Yeah, sorry and thanks,” she stated, “I’m gonna go up stairs and talk with mom for a bit, I’ll be downstairs later.”

“Okay,” her dad said as he started singing again.

She took her coffee and left the room the sound of her father singing ‘A hard day’s night’ by the Beatles following her down the hall and up the stairs to her mother’s room.

Her mom’s door was half shut and she knocked lightly before entering. “Good afternoon.” she said to her mother as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She took a sip of her coffee and then set the cup next to her mother’s cup on the end table.

Linda turned the volume on the TV down and looked at her daughter. “Sleep well?” she asked.

“Sort-of,” Jennipher replied. “I had a weird dream.”

“What was it about?” her mom asked and smiled.

She sighed. “Do you remember when we were talking about the astral plane last week?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think that was Tuesday. Why?” her mom said.

Jennipher reached over and retrieved her coffee she took a sip and set it down before speaking again, “I think that I astral projected somehow.”

“Oh well, that’s great Jennipher,” her mother said happily. She adjusted the blue headband holding back her salt and pepper her. She was smiling brightly as she opened her tan, leather cigarette case and pulled a long thin cigarette from it. She lit the cigarette and took a drag from it indicating that she wanted her daughter to get comfortable and tell her more.

Jennipher sighed and crossed her legs on the bed. She knew that her mother was more into the high spiritual and that she wouldn’t really like the dream she had last night, but she would be a lot more understanding than other people would. She took a deep breath a told her mother the dream. When she was done the look on her mom’s face was unreadable.
“Well,” Jennipher started, “what do you think?”

Her mother lit another cigarette, the first one having burnt up in the oblong glass ashtray. She exhaled the smoke and began to speak, “Well,” she paused, “I would say that you didn’t astral project. I think the death of Munner has affected you to deeply and it’s now coming out in your dreams. You didn’t really cry at all at the service and I know that you were very close to her. At times I think she was more of a mother to you than I ever was.”

“Mom, don’t say that.” The red head interrupted, “You’ve been a great mom and I have cried. I’ve cried a lot.”

“No Jennipher, you haven’t cried half as much as a kid your age should. Sometimes I forget that you’re ten, you act so much older and you understand things so much better. It’s almost as if you are already grown.” Linda stated.

She fell silent for a moment thinking of her dream and the death of her grandmother. Maybe mom’s right. Her mind whispered. Then she remembered the marks on her pale neck. Reaching up she unfastened the choker from around her throat. Setting the collar down beside her she moved her wavy, red hair behind her and spoke.

“I have proof that I astraled last night.”as she said this she stood up and stepped closer to her mother. Linda looked up at her and at first there was no change in the expression on her face, then her eyes caught sight of the mark on her neck. Jennipher watched as her mother’s eyes widened and the look of worry filtered in.

“Jennipher, what did you do to yourself?...” her mother asked quietly.

“I didn’t do anything, I just woke up and it was there.”

Linda frowned at her daughter and motioned for her to lean closer. Jennipher bent down to let her mom have a better look. The older woman ran her finger over the wound and grimaced slightly. She leaned back again and the ten year old stood up straight once more. When she was pretty sure that her mother wasn’t going to yell she sit back down next to her.

Her mother continued the frown when she spoke again, “Jennipher, I don’t think you astraled. If you really didn’t do that to yourself then I think you just had a psychic attack.”

The little girl rolled her eyes, “Mom.” she said drawing out the word.

“No Jennipher, Munner would have told you the same thing.”

The red head’s shoulder tensed at the comment. She knew it was true but hadn’t wanted to hear it. Her grandmother, Munner, had been a very powerful psychic, she had even helped find missing children via telephone for the Dallas police department. So she knew it was documented. Munner had also been very high spiritual and had been trying to teach her granddaughter about meditation and psychic defense before she died. The little girl however, seemed to like the elemental and lower planes of existence and her grandmother had been having a difficult time teaching her. All that had stopped though with the woman’s death.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now,” Jennipher mumbled.

“Well, I believe that we need to.”

“No,” the girl said defiantly. She stared at her mother for a minute and then announced that she was going back downstairs.

Jennipher got up and picked up her coffee, she took another drink and walked out of the room. Her mother’s voice calling for her to come back echoed in her ears. She ran down the stairs knowing that if her mom followed she would not be able to keep up due to her arthritic knee. Her feet hit the bottom of the stairway and she turned the corner heading back to her room. Tommy, her father emerged from the front room and yelled after her.

“Don’t run down the stairs like gang-busters!”

“Sorry,” She said quickly over her shoulder.

She walked the rest of the way down the hallway but threw open the door to her room. Upon entering she shut the door behind her, swallowed the last bit of her coffee, and flopped down on to the bed. She buried her head in the red velvet pillows and sighed. She lay like that for moment and then remembering the empty coffee cup in her hand turned over to set it of her end table. She froze in mid movement. There resting on the end table next to her lamp was a necklace.

“Holy shit,” she said under her breath.

Jennipher very slowly set the cup down and after a moments hesitation picked up the gold cross. She held the cross very carefully in her palm, the chain dangling down from between her fingers. She looked at it turning it over in her hand. It really is the same! She thought back to her odd dream remembering the necklace that Miguel had given her. The one she held matched it perfectly. Same color gold, same red stone, and same flower design. For reasons beyond her knowledge she lifted the necklace up and draped it over her head and around her neck. She lifted her auburn hair up away from the chain and then let it fall again against her back.

The necklace did feel warm against her skin. She got up and walked around the bed to stand in front of her dresser mirror. She looked at her reflection, fang marks on the side of her neck and the beautiful gold cross laying gently between her small breast. She lifted her head proudly and smiled.




~~*





Later that evening after dinner and spending some time with her dad, Jennipher stated that she was going to bed early. Her father gave her a hug and a kiss and wished her sweet dreams. I hope so. She thought sarcastically. She stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a coke from the fridge and headed to her room.

There was no school tomorrow so she locked the door to her room with a skeleton key that her best friend had found for her lock. She hung the key back on the hook on the wall and opened her soda. She took a sip and set it down on the end table.

“So, I have to feed you.” she said as she picked up the cross and looked at it. She sighed and walked over to her dresser. She reached down and opened the middle drawer. Carefully she pulled the entire drawer out and placed it the bed.

She stopped and listened for a moment to make sure no one was in the hallway, then she knelt. She reached into the hole where the dresser drawer had been and found the handle she was looking for. She pulled and a secondary drawer came out. Inside this drawer were all the things she didn’t want her family to find. A pentagram, a mutilated Ken doll, pouches of odd smelling herbs, small animal bones, dead butterflies and knives. She removed one of the smaller pocket knives and pushed the draw back in. She then picked up the other drawer off the bed and replaced that one as well.

She stood up and walked around to the far side of the bed and sat down. She had never cut herself before and didn’t really know how to go about it. She was sort-of afraid of pain and didn’t like the idea of what she was about to do.

She opened the knife very carefully and held it over her finger. She pressed the blade slowly against her skin and winced. I’m not sure I can do this. She thought. She pressed the blade to her skin once more, a little harder this time and closed her eyes. As she did this the cross at her chest warmed up. She shuddered as an almost electric tingle ran down from her chest to the area between her legs. Her eyes opened quickly to the sensation. Oh no, not this again! She thought emphatically. Pulling the knife away from her skin she reached up with the other hand and removed the necklace, slipping it up and over her head.

Once the cross was off she set it in her lap and stared at it for a moment. At this point in her life Jennipher had been raped twice and knew good and well what she was feeling. This was something her parents didn’t know. She didn’t like the feeling.

She had read that vampires were overly sexual creatures but she had always thought that was a myth. Hell, up until last night she had thought that vampires themselves were myths. She guessed she still had a lot to learn.

Sighing to herself she held the knife over her hand again this time only placing the sharp tip of the blade against her skin. Closing her eyes once more she pressed the tip quickly into her finger. Yelping, she broke skin. Opening her eyes to look at the cut, she watched as bright, red blood welled up on her finger. Slowly she moved her hand until her now bleeding finger hovered above the red stone of the cross. Three drops fell onto the stone and pooled there. Absently she brought her finger up to her mouth and sucked the blood away from the wound. As she watched the cross on her lap it looked to her as though the blood was disappearing.

“That can’t be,” she said aloud, softly.

Picking up the necklace didn’t cause the blood to run down it, it seemed to be deifying gravity. Jennipher turned the necklace over, so that it was upside-down, still the blood did not move. Entranced she draped the chain over her head again and let the cross fall against her skin. She picked up her discarded knife and pressed the blade back to it’s closed position. Setting the little brown pocket knife down on her end table she turned her attention back to the golden trinket around her neck. She lifted the cross once more and this time ran her finger lightly over the stone. The stone was smooth and when she pulled her finger away there was no trace of blood on her skin.

“What the…” she said as she checked the soft, pale skin of her chest, for any trace of red. Finding none she frowned and let the cross fall once more against her skin.

She turned to her end table and took a sip of her coke, then she got up. She crossed the room and turned out the light. Moonlight fell through the window over her bed bathing the red velvet pillows and comforter in iridescent white light.

“Those who sleep in moonlight become lunatics.” she said to herself and crawled into bed.

Okay Miguel, I’ve feed the cross and I’m wearing it to sleep. Will I really see you? She asked mentally just before turning over and falling into a deep slumber.




~~*




The first thing Jennipher noticed is that it was dark. She could see but the lighting in this hallway was poor. She looked around her trying to find the source of the small amount of light, she had no luck. She did see however that this hallway was beautiful.

From what she could tell the hallway went on for quiet a distance. The ceiling was very high and arched, with strange spires reaching downward about a foot from middle of each carefully carved arch. The spires were spaced evenly apart and each one was slightly different. The walls of this hall were painted with very intricate murals, in between each mural, was a highly polished mirror that almost reached the ceiling.

The murals depicted scenes of beautiful men and women enjoying the pleasures of life. Some were going for walks, some sipped on tea in lovely drawing rooms, others stood at the edge of the ocean, and some even showed more carnal pleasures. Each mural was about six feet wide. The floor was as equally beautiful as the rest, made of red veined black marble with a plush burgundy carpet running down the very center.

Jennipher took one slow step and then another. As she walked she admired the beautiful art painted on the walls around her. She had always drawn pictures, a gift passed on to her by her mother, so she appreciated the art around her more than the average person. It was only when she caught sight of herself in one of the full length mirrors that she stopped walking. The person she saw reflected back was her but not her at the same time.

She looked at what she guessed had to be her dream self. She seemed to be about five foot three. Her hair length and texture were about the same as they had been in reality, her hair still wavy stopping at about mid back. It also was still fluffy at the bottom but somehow the color had changed, where it had once been auburn, almost red, it was now a light brown. Her pale skin that had once had freckles now had none. Her eye color had changed to, once hazel they were now a bright blue. She also looked older than she had before, she now appeared to be about eighteen. Her facial features were still delicate and small, her cheeks however were no longer as round as she knew they should be. Her legs were longer, her hips wider and curvy. She frowned at herself, her breast were still too small though.

“Oh well, can’t have everything,” she said out loud.

She looked back at the self in the mirror. She did however like the dress she was wearing. The skirt of the dress cut off at about mid thigh in front and trailed down long behind her, so that it would gently sweep across the floor. The sleeves were tight till they reached her elbows then the soft material flowed out and down covering the tops of her hands. The top of the dress fell off her shoulders and made a V in front. What little cleavage she had was being pushed up and displayed by a front laced bodice. She wore Miguel’s cross around her neck and lace up, black sandals on her feet. The entire outfit was black with gold trim, the same color gold as the necklace that adorned her throat. She also noticed that the mark on the side of her neck showed clearly.

While she was gazing at herself in the mirror a cool hand touched her shoulder. She jumped and spun around quickly. She then found herself looking at a golden cross laying against a very pale, well muscled chest. She looked up, straight into a pair of bright green eyes.
Miguel snickered at her, “Jumpy?” he asked.

“A bit.” Jennipher replied. She looked around her again. “Where are we?” she asked looking back up at the tall vampire.

He smiled down at her. “This is my home. Actually, I’m surprised you made it here. I thought I would have to go find you.”

“I’m not sure really how I got here.” she said truthfully.

His smiled deepened slightly as he reached down and took her hand. “Come with me.” he said, and started leading her down the hallway.

Blushing slightly she followed. After a few moments of silence she looked up at him again and asked, “You really don’t have a reflection do you?” she paused, “I mean, I didn’t see you behind me in the mirror.”

The red head didn’t look down at her this time but the smile stayed on his face. “No, not in normal mirrors.” he said softly, “There are however, mirrors designed for vampires, those I can use.”

“Ahh,” Jennipher said.

They continued down the corridor for what seemed like forever. Just when she was about to speak up and complain Miguel stopped in front of a mirror. She stopped too and asked what was wrong. Miguel released her hand, smiled a very sly smile and stepped into the mirror. She was now left in an empty hallway.

“What the fuck!” she said out loud.

She looked at the mirror. The more she looked at it the more she thought it looked different than the many others they had passed. She sighed.

“You want me to walk into a mirror?” she asked the air. Receiving no answer she sighed again. Might as well walk into a mirror, I mean I already walk into a coke machine. She thought. Taking a deep breath she reached out one hand and took a step forward. It felt tingly and cold around her arm, then she felt a long nailed hand take a hold of hers. She was pulled forward suddenly, once on the other side she lost her footing and fell into the person who had pulled her.

She was in a cold room and Miguel provided no heat. She looked up at him only to find that he was already smiling down at her. He held her close to him and it was at that moment she knew that if he didn’t want her to get away, she wouldn’t be able to. She could feel the muscle in his arms and chest through the smooth leather coat. The smell of his cologne was making her heady. She closed her eyes and buried her head in his chest still trying to find some sort of nonexistent body heat. She found that she felt strangely comfortable with him, she breathed in his cologne again and this time she was able to place the secondary scent that she had smelled the night before. What she was smelling was death.

She started to pull away but his hands held her firm. He wrapped his arms a little tighter around her and began petting her hair. In this position she could see the fingers of one of his hands. She now knew why she had felt long nails against the skin of her hand when she had been pulled through the mirror. Miguel’s nails were close to an inch long and cut into dangerous looking tips. Jennipher thought that they looked more like blood red claws, than they did nails. I really am being held by a predator, She thought to herself.

She tried to relax but she could feel her pulse speeding up. Can he hear my heart beat? Can he feel it? She worried.

As if response to her silent question she felt her hair being lifted away from her neck. His long, slender fingers started gently stroking the pulse near her throat. She tensed up and her breathing quickened as she remembered how it felt to have him sink his fangs into her skin. She closed her eyes and began trying to steady her breathing.

Miguel laughed quietly and she could feel it echo in his chest as he did. He loosened his grip on her a little as he spoke, “Worried Jenny darling?” he asked.

She shivered slightly at the sound of his voice. He somehow sounded different than he had earlier. It was almost as if his voice reverberated. “A… A little,” she replied shakily.

“Well, at least you’re truthful.” he said not hiding the smile in his voice. He pushed her away from him slowly keeping his hands on her shoulders.

She looked up at him and her eyes widened. “You have a third eye!” she exclaimed before she could stop herself.

“Yes, I do.” was all he said in reply.

Jennipher stared up at him. Miguel not only had his normal two beautiful green eyes, but now he also had a third one. This one was located in the center of his forehead. It was the same color as the other two, a bright shade of new leaf green, and like the others the color bled into the areas that should have been white. This eye ran vertical on his forehead and it looked down at her just like the other two.

For a long moment she stood speechless and all she seemed to be able to do was stare up at him. When she could finally speak she said the only words she could think of, “You’re beautiful.”

Miguel threw his head back and laughed. Jennipher blushed and looked down to hide her embarrassment. “I… I’m sorry, “ she stuttered. “I shouldn’t have said that right?”

His laughter faded slowly. “No dearest Jenny, I think it’s wonderful that you find me beautiful.” He said, smiling.

She looked up again and his smile made her melt. Suddenly, with no warning Miguel picked her up and began carrying her across the room. She found herself being laid down gently on a very soft bed. She watched as Miguel removed his trench coat, leaving him naked from the hips up except for his cross. He locked eyes with her and crawled slowly on to the bed, laying down beside her. Once there he turned toward her and propped up on his elbow, resting his head in his hand. He was still smiling a very warm smile at her. She too turned over on her side and propped herself up to face him.

“That must be very uncomfortable,” Miguel said, and reached for the laces of her bodice. Before she really knew what he was doing he already had the laces untied and was more than halfway done with removing them from the bodice itself. Her hand came to rest on his, but dropped away again when he looked in her eyes. She felt it as the bodice came completely undone and was removed from around her chest. But somehow all she seemed to be able to focus on was his bright green eyes.

“What are you doing to me?” She asked weakly.

“Fulfilling the contract,” he replied.

“What do you mean?” Jennipher asked

Miguel’s eyes where half closed when he spoke. “Well you have signed your part of the contract, meaning your side of the deal is set and ready to go, the cross you bear both here and in your reality proves that,” he paused, moving his hand lower over her body. Still all she felt she could do was look in his eyes.

When he reached her skirt he began to tug on it gently hiking it higher. “But you see Jenny dearest,” he continued, “ I have yet to fulfill my part of the bargain.” His fingers brushed against her thigh causing her to gasp, he didn’t stop there however. His nails scraped the inside of her thigh making her to moan. She felt very weak now, and when he spoke again his voice sounded hollow to her.

“You see darling, I am going to provide you with better will power and psychic sight.” He moved his fingers teasingly once more over her thighs before his fingers found her most intimate spot. Jennipher found out quickly that for some reason the out she was lacking underwear. She moaned louder and tried to move away, only to have Miguel wrap his other arm around her shoulder to keep her still. “But I’m afraid Jenny,” he continued,” that I am a vampire and I can only grant wishes in certain ways.”

“What have you done?” she asked weakly, queitly.

Miguel never answered but started moving himself downward on the bed slowly. The hand that had been around her shoulder was now at her mouth. When she opened her mouth again to protest he slipped two long fingers in, keeping her from speaking. Meanwhile his other hand found her clit and he started stroking it slowly, moving his fingers in small circles. She moaned and cried out around the fingers in her mouth. He enjoyed the sounds she was making and the fact the her body betrayed her. She was getting wet and moving against his hand.

He changed speed and pressure trying to make her moan more. Abruptly, Jennipher stopped making so much noise and all but stopped moving. Wondering why, he looked up at her face, it was then that he realized that she was crying. Her eyes were closed tight and her eyebrows knitted. He stopped what he was doing and gently pulled his fingers from her mouth.

“Please no… don’t hurt me,” Jennipher was repeating over and over very softly.

Miguel looked at the girl on his bed his expression softening. “That’s right, you only look older, you’re still very young aren’t you?” he said, not expecting a reply.

He sighed quietly and moved down between her legs. Glancing up at her face from over her body, he spoke again, “I’m sorry Jenny, it is true however, that I am an Incubus. Gifts must be given in certain ways.”

With that said he spread her legs gently trying hard not to upset her anymore than what he had too. Flicking his tongue out and over her soft vaginal lips, he waited for her to protest. When no protests were made he flicked his tongue out again, this time probing her slit, tasting her. Doing this a third time he pushed his tongue inside of her. He could hear her moan quietly.

He continued probing her with his tongue until he knew that his fangs had to be hurting her. He stopped and flicked his tongue quickly a few times over her clit, causing her to make more noise. He kept doing this until she relaxed and started to move against his mouth. He pressed his mouth harder into her and that movement made her press harder against him in response. He heard her stop crying and it was soon after that, that they found a rhythm. He smiled against her. He was listening to her now and reaching out with his incubus abilities. He waited for her to reach her peak. Timing it just right, he waited as she orgasmed to move his mouth to the inside of her thigh and bite down.

Warm blood flowed from her into his mouth. He moaned feeling her pleasure due to the feeding. She screamed her ecstasy and sat up. Grabbing the back of Miguel’s head she pushed his mouth harder into her thigh. He brought one long nailed hand up and pushed two fingers quickly inside of her. As he drank he also pounded his fingers into her in time with her movements. She screamed louder as she squeezed his fingers hard. She orgasmed again and he felt it, riding her sensations like they were his own.

He stopped biting and slowly pulled his fingers out of her. Bringing his hand to his mouth he licked off her juices. “Now, you get what I promised you.” he said in a low voice.

Jennipher opened her eyes and looked at him, still shaking from what she had just experienced. She blinked trying to clear her head. Her mind was reeling from what had just happened. She watched as Miguel bit his index finger and held it out her. She looked at him quizzically.

“Drink.” was all he said.

“I don’t want to be a vampire!” Jennipher said quickly.

Miguel smiled at her very sweetly. “You will not become like me, I won’t let that happen.”

She looked at him again disbelief showing clearly on her face. “How am I supposed to trust you after everything you’ve just done?” she asked tears beginning to well up again.

He gazed back at her with a worried look. “I’m the only person you know here. Without me you will be doomed to come here night after night seeing all the things you fear. That includes your grandmothers death. You will witness that again and again for the rest of your life. You will see that and other more horrid things. It’s enough to drive you insane. What I offer you will not only help you in your reality, but it will help you here. I offer you not only will power and second sight, but also protection.” He held his hand out to her once more. “Will you except?”

She looked down at his hand, watching as the bright blood welled up and dripped off of his finger. She thought about what he had said. Could I really live with that every night? She asked herself. She thought about her fears and how she had felt so completely hollow the night of her grandmothers death. No She thought, No, I couldn’t live with that feeling every night forever.

Slowly, timidly, she reached out and took his cold hand in hers. She looked down at there hands. His skin looked so pale next to hers and she knew that she was by no means tan. She glanced up at Miguel once more. His gentle smile was still there as was the worry in his eyes. Bringing his hand up to her mouth she closed her eyes tight and licked his finger.

The blood on her tongue had an odd taste, almost sweet. It wasn’t very salty and there was no tinny after taste when she swallowed. She opened her eyes a little and brought his hand up once more. This time feeling more brave she sucked his finger into her mouth.

More of that taste, only this time she found that she liked it. She sucked a bit harder at the wound trying to get it to bleed more. After a moment she succeeded. She moved her tongue against the digit between her lips and she began to feel heady. Opening her eyes she saw things differently. Colors were brighter and objects seemed to stand out more. She was feeling better too, sort-of renewed. She sucked harder at the small cut and she heard Miguel moan, but it sounded far away to her. She looked at him and he held her stare, then slowly he pulled away.

“Aww,” she wined.

“No, Jenny darling, you mustn’t.” he said softly. He reached out his other hand and petted her hair. “Later if you want, we can do this again later.”

She sighed and laid back against the soft black pillows. Miguel climbed up beside her and then he too laid down. He looked over at her, “How do you feel?” he asked.

She looked over at him thoughtfully, noticing that he somehow seemed more beautiful than he had a few minutes ago. “I feel strange, but better somehow.”

“Mmm, the strangeness of it will pass in time, but you will always have new sight. It can be hard on people at first. If you need help all you have to do is ask.” he said seriously.

Jennipher blushed and looked away, “If we ever do anything like this again can we do it without the sex?” she asked under her breath.

Miguel laughed, “We can try, I’ll look into other ways of passing on power.”

She sat up slowly and looked around her, something she hadn’t been able to do yet. She found that she was in a large bedroom, most of the colors in this room were black, gold, and different shades of red. The room was very large and the bed she sat on was huge. A long floor to ceiling window adorned one wall and there was and open door that looked as though it lead into a bathroom. There wasn’t much in the way of collectibles in the room, though the furniture was ornate and well made. She did notice a TV in one corner and a mirror over the dresser.

She turned back to Miguel. “Can you see yourself in that mirror?” she asked.

He smiled at her. “Yes.” he said as he got up and walked over to it.

She watched him as he crossed the room and stopped to stand in front of the mirror. She could see him quiet well reflected there. After a moment she got up to join him. Once there she found that the mirror worked for humans as well.

“What’s it made of?” she asked.

He looked down at her and smiled. “It’s just a mirror, though it does have an enchantment on it.” he replied.

She looked at the two of them in the mirror for a moment more before turning her attention way to the window. Turning she walked over to the window and pulled back the lace curtain. Outside she could see moonlight falling over the flowers of an overgrown garden. There were vines weaving up black lattice work arches. The center of the garden was paved and there looked to be benches at the edges of the circle. There were night blooming flowers like moonflowers and jasmine, but there were other flowers as well. Rose bushes and Lilies were also scattered around. It looked as though it would smell lovely.

She turned back to find Miguel standing near her. She looked up at him and asked, “Doesn’t the sun burn you coming through these curtains?”

He looked at her and cocked his eyebrow. “You don’t know yet, do you?”

“Know what?” she questioned.

He smiled and looked out the window again. “The sun never rises here.”

“Never?”

“No.” he replied.

Jennipher looked up at him quizzically, though he didn’t look back at her. “Then how do these flowers bloom?”

He turned and walked back to the bed. Retrieving his coat, he slipped it back on. He fiddled with it for a moment and when he was done he turned to her and answered. “These flowers like all things in the place are controlled by the dreamers.”

“Oh.” she said as she turned to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Miguel asked quietly.

She paused and looked back at him. “I wanted to see the rest of this place.” she turned away once more and walked out of the room.

Miguel called after her, “I’ll join you soon, and you may not like everything you see. Try to deal with it.”

She paused again just outside the doorway. I may not like what I see? she thought.

“Well, it can’t be worse than what I’ve seen so far.” she said to herself as she thought about her grandmothers death and the creatures she had seen in the bar.

She was wrong....