Title: Soul Mates

 

Pairing: Scully/Reyes

 

Author: Daemoni

 

Rating: NC-17 No Minors

 

Summary:  Scully becomes a vampire during an investigation with Monica.

 

No permission, No profit. I do not own anything from the X Files or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

 

Warning: Contains light consenting BDSM

 

Time line: Suspended

 

Special Thanks: To Dayna this is for you, thanks for all the inspiration. I love you baby.

 

 

 

I glanced up from the mound of paper work to see Monica biting the bottom of her lip. I love the way she does that whenever she becomes lost in thought, as she is now. In fact she doesn't even realize I am watching her. Her long dark silky hair frames her face, her deep eyes completely focused on the file before her. I couldn't help but fall for her, who could resist a woman like Monica? I tried albeit unsuccessfully. She has this way about her, this wisdom, this instinct, she posses’ ability to be the most compassionate, giving woman I have ever met and yet still manages somehow to remain strong and independent. Monica knew how I felt about her before I could actually admit it to myself. She never pushed, never pressured me, she just waited. I cannot begin to understand what that must have felt like for her but once again she put someone else before herself. If I question her about it, as I have in the past, she just gives me this gentle smile and says she knew I would come to terms with it in time. We have been a couple for sometime now, and it is becoming difficult to imagine my life without her.

 

She looks up and flashes me a wide smile as if she can somehow hear my musings, which come to think of it she probably can.

 

"Well, Agent Reyes what is so intriguing over there?" I ask with a playful grin.

 

"It is this case that Skinner handed me this morning."  She replies with a distant smile.....her thoughts apparently drifting back to what she has already read.

 

"I wasn't aware that we were assigned to a new case." I answered slightly perturbed.

 

"I know I am sorry. I meant to tell you but I started to read it on the way back from his office....and yes, once again I was thoroughly engrossed and forgot to mention it."  She offered.

 

"Please explain, what has you so enthralled?"

 

"Funny you should use that word; it is a case of murders involving vampires."

 

"Vampires? Monica you cannot be serious...” Unfortunately I knew she was serious. I wonder what it would be like to actually fall in love with someone who doesn't believe in the paranormal for once.

 

"Don't roll your eyes at me, I know what it sounds like, but really before you begin your rant about other vampire cases you have investigated....at least read the file." She raises her eyebrow and extends the paperwork.

 

I let out a deep sigh as I reach for the folder. I have to admit I secretly enjoy the way stands up to me, as an equal, which of course is what she is, but she has this disarming way about her. I look over the case. I was expecting to read something similar to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and instead became almost as engrossed as Monica.

 

I look up only to find her focused intently on me awaiting my response. "I think you might be right about this case. It definitely warrants an investigation."

 

She flashes me that self-assured smile.

 

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 We arrive in a small town as usual in the middle of nowhere, because after all we are for some unknown reason destined to never see a beautiful city or country side. It is as if our very FBI badges seal the fate of small town investigations. I know Monica was previously in the New Orleans field office and I am sure she has seen her fill of that charming city, but as for me I have yet to be so lucky. 

 

"It really is a charming city, you know.... New Orleans that is" She says to me with a lovable smile.

 

"How on earth do you do that?"

 

"Do what?" She says with a sexy playful tone.

 

"You know damn well what."  This ability she has confuses the hell out of me. I know she has explained it to me thousand times. She sometimes can pick up on the thoughts or feelings of those around her. She cannot control when it comes, and it is something that is not always available to her at her disposal.

 

"A thousand and one to be exact."  She smiles that sexy smile at me.

 

"That is it Monica, keep it up and someone is going to find themselves in handcuffs tonight and it won't be for an interrogation." I play back with her because I understand that is all she is doing with me. It infuriates me and intrigues me all at the same time. If that is possible. I know her well enough to know that even if she could use it all the time, she wouldn't, she would instead respect my privacy. . She has explained that she does posses the ability to tune it out if need be. I believe her, if it were anyone else I would have a psychiatric evaluation performed on them. Monica however is not your average person and besides she has proved herself time and again. I love her, and I respect her as I know she does me.

 

"Mm mm, promises promises" She replies with a devilish grin. I lick my lips and return the same grin to her. We pull up to the coroner's office. Damn it I think to myself, just when the conversation was getting good. We both exit the car shifting back into "FBI" mode entering the building.

 

"Agents Scully and Reyes?" The non descript woman behind the desk asks, we nod. "Right this way he is expecting you."

 

We walk down a narrow hall. After years of working in the field they all begin to blend together. Some small, some big, the layouts are usually the same, the equipment the same. It begins to hold about the same fascination as wallpaper.  The job itself is the interesting part.

 

Dr. Benece greeted us. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance. He was an older man, short gray hair resembling a military cut, narrow eyes and a long narrow nose, with thin lips. His lab coat was a bit tight due to his extended stomach.

 

"The local P.D. is at a loss as well as I am people are disappearing, some of course dying... young, old, men and women. The only similarities are that each victim that I have examined has been drained of all blood by two deep puncture wounds. The males are always the same, the neck. The females however differ, some are on the neck, some are on the right breast, or the right thigh. We have found no reason as to why the puncture wounds are different. I would greatly appreciate any information you could give us. I am told you are the experts in the unexplainable." Dr.Benece stated. "And if that wasn't strange enough we now have people coming in who have had coins placed in their mouths post mortem."

 

"Charon's Obol" Monica responded. She had that look in her eye, that one that she gets when she realizes her instincts were correct. "Its custom is associated primarily with Greeks and Romans, they believed that by placing the coin or coins in the mouth of a person before burial that it would prevent them from becoming a vampire. It was to be a payment or a bribe to Charon, the ferrymen who took souls across the river that divided the world of the living from the world of the dead."

 

"Agent Reyes this is not exactly 5Th century BC." I said. "Would you have us to believe that these people who are alive in the 21st century are regressing to ancient superstitions and folklore?"

 

"Dr. Benece, you said so yourself these people have been drained of all blood by two puncture wounds. It would only make sense that the people in this town believe it to be caused by vampires. Why else would someone place coins in a person who had already died?"

 

Dr. Benece looked skeptically at Monica and myself before asking, "Does the FBI actually believe in vampires?"

 

"No, it does not." I replied shooting my partner that don't embarrass us any further look. I can see the wheels turning in her mind. I know she has at least six different things she wants to say to the doctor, and not one of them would make us look any less crazy. It is however refreshing to be with someone who won't just blurt out whatever they are thinking for the sake of trying to prove their point as Mulder would do. He never cared how embarrassed I was. It was always, always, always all about him.

 

"That is good to know." The doctor replied.

 

"Are there any bodies that require an autopsy here?" I asked explaining that I was a doctor as well.

 

"There are five here and you may perform all of them if you like. Please tell me you will be able to find something."

 

"I am sure I will."  I spoke confidently. “I will be here first thing in the morning."

 

"Good" He offered.

 

We were pulling out of the coroner's office and heading to the nearest motel.

 

"The FBI doesn't believe in vampires...since when?"

 

"Don't start with me Monica."

 

She gets that really big goofy smile. Gosh I really do love her. I can't believe how easy it is to love her. I always thought love was out of reach, that the risk of being hurt was unbearable. I could never comprehensively open up to another to bare my soul with the knowledge that they could damage it beyond repair. Then she came along. I was skeptical of her at first and what her motives were. I don't know how to explain it because even though I had all of my walls that I had perfected over the years up. I still felt a familiarity, a connection to her deep within me. It was something I had never experienced before.

 

"Dana, if you are going to keep drifting out on me like this I am going to make you drive."

 

I detected a slight annoyance.

 

“I am sorry Monica; it has been a long exhausting day. I guess I am still experiencing a bit of jet lag."

 

“I understand, the motel is just up ahead. We we'll be there in no time."

 

Have I thought about how much I love her recently...

 

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 The hot shower feels good on my muscles. I let the water wash over my body trying to wash out all the frustration that Monica and I as FBI Agents are not allowed to stay in the same room. It usually isn't a problem because we get adjoining rooms. This backwater hole in the wall however doesn't have any. For once I would love to be staying in a four star hotel while investigating the paranormal. Is that too much to ask? A little comfort? I rinse and turn the water off. As I dry my thoughts go back to Monica of course. She was so beautifully sleepy when I went in to her room. I thought maybe we would be able to spend a little alone time together before we start cracking away at this case. She however was stretched out on the bed her deep brown eyes were mere little slits, she kept rubbing them at the corners like an innocent little girl. The sight caused me to giggle. She kept saying, please baby just let me sleep for about a half hour to recharge and I promise I will be up and ready to make love to my passionate one. Although it was tempting I knew she hadn't been sleeping well at night, in part due to a case we were working and also in part to us sleeping at each others place. I "ordered" her, as any good doctor would, to get a good night's sleep and we would make it up tomorrow night.

 

I lay naked on my bed wide awake with a sudden strong desire making its way through my body. My body is responding before my mind has time to process where they are coming from. What I really want to do is go next door wake Monica up and consume her, our hot bodies twisting, turning, hands up and down backs, legs, and everywhere. I want her mouth all over me.  I want my mouth all over her.  My hand travels down my flat stomach finding its way between my legs to my already swollen bud. Normally when I find my self in this situation I like to take my time letting it build. For some unknown reason this came upon me intense and rather quick. I cannot wait, I need the release and I need it now.  I feel feverish as I bring myself to completion I lay drained drifting off to sleep.

 

I awoke in a dark castle. The only flickers of light came from the candles on the walls. The castle appears to be huge, crafted in rough stones, it is damp, cold and musty. I glance out of the window to see battlement drum towers attached at each corner. I heard a sultry whisper behind me.

 

"Is my beloved not please?"

 

I spun around to see a striking woman standing behind me. She was wearing a long heavy velvet dress that was trimmed in gold. Her hair was long and black as midnight. Her skin was porcelain and her eyes were a mesmerizing blue.

 

"Who the hell are you, and how did I get here?" I demanded.

 

A pleased grin flashed across her face.

 

"Has it been so long that my love no longer recognizes me?" She continued to whisper as she spoke.

 

"Did you drug me, is that how you got me here?" I was irate.

 

"There was a time when you would have followed me to the ends of the earth without question."

 

"You must have me confused with someone else. If you would just show me the way out..."

 

"If you do not wish to be here, I will allow you to go."

 

I awoke from this dream, this time I actually did wake up in my hotel bed. I was sweaty and aroused. I reasoned that it was because I was longing for Monica and this supposed vampire case that the two mingled together causing my subconscious to orchestrate the dream. It made perfect sense.

 

I showered and made coffee I knew it was going to be a long day with the autopsies.

 

Monica walked through the door. "Good morning beautiful." She said with a bright smile walking up and wrapping her arms around me.

 

"Good morning to you too." I said with a smile.

 

Monica gave me a kiss and headed for the coffee. She removed the plastic from the styrofoam cup and proceeds to pour her coffee. She always drinks it black. She insist that it is stronger that way, and pure. I usually just playfully roll my eyes and say something about her being a "coffee purist." I like mine with a splash of cream and splenda, which I contend is no form of blasphemy.

 

"If we had a little more time..." Monica says with a raised eyebrow.

 

"I'll take you up on that later." I say with a smile while raising my eyebrow back at her.

 

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 My feet, legs, wrists, and back hurt. Although I thoroughly love my job, back to back to back autopsies can take their toll on you.  I am finishing up my last one when Monica comes walking in.

 

"Did you find anything?" She asked.

 

"Well as a matter of fact I've seen several strange things, but I am uncertain as to what they mean." 

 

Monica gets that glazed over look in her eye. The one she gets when she knows she is going to hear something that confirms her theories, whatever they may be.

 

"First I found a man with his tendons severed at the knees port mortem."

 

"There was an old European custom of severing the tendons at the knees to prevent it from rising again." She explains. "This would also coincide with the grains that I found scattered around the grave site. They also believed as did other cultures that the vampires would compulsively have to count all the seeds."

 

"Agent Reyes, what I believe we have here is a town that has a wide spread vampire phobia."

 

"What about the drained blood and the puncture wounds?"

 

"Well, it appears that puncture wounds are made from a syringe, thus removing all the blood from bodies." I stated. “I also believe that the killer is using the vampire technique to throw the police and the town off his tracks. It may have worked if Dr. Benece hadn't contacted us."

 

"So that is it? The case is solved?"  She asked unbelieving.

 

"Yes." I answer. "I have filled in Dr. Benece. I will forward the information on to the local P.D. Our flight leaves tonight."

 

"Tonight?"

 

"There is nothing more we can do here. I just want to go back to the room and soak in a hot bath....amongst other things before leaving for home."

 

That causes her to smile, which slowly turns to a frown.

 

"Agent Scully, I don't think you are taking the case seriously. I believe there is more to do." Monica insisted.

 

"I have performed all the autopsies, all the information is being forwarded to the local authorities. There is nothing here for us to do, you have a wedding coming up, and do you really want to stay here longer than we are needed?"

 

She unwillingly relented.

 

 

 

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I should be relaxed on this plane ride, after soaking in the bath, hours of passionate love making, and my beautiful woman sitting beside me who is sleeping like a curled up kitten, I should be relaxed, but I am not. I sense something, not like the plane is going to crash or anything of that nature. Something out of the ordinary and I cannot put my finger on what it is. It is a strange feeling. I wish Monica was awake; she is the one that senses things not me. I want to wake her and question her about it, but she looks so damn cute sleeping. I know she is tired and when we get back home she has to get up early for a two hour drive to a friend from her University's wedding. She will be gone all weekend. I am going to miss her, but I can't go with her. I want to, however, my mother has planned this family dinner, with Bill and Tara. Bill doesn't give me as much grief as he used to, now that I am no longer involved with Mulder. He always despised Mulder. He was a bit apprehensive when he first met Monica, as was mom, but both of them warmed up to her very quickly. Monica just melts away everyone's defenses and puts everyone at ease. The odd thing is she does it naturally without even trying. I was so worried about telling my mom about my relationship. I wasn't sure if she would approve, but I knew no matter what she wouldn't stop loving me, which was comforting. Now she accepts her as part of the family, in fact she was very upset that Monica couldn't make it to the dinner.

 

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 I awoke in an empty bed to the smell of fresh gourmet coffee, which was quite refreshing opposed to the shitty motel coffee. I stretched and rolled in Monica's sheets that are covered with our scents. I smiled, I wish I could spend the day with her right here, but I know she has to leave soon.

 

She enters the room in strappy cotton tank top with no bra and no underwear with two cups of coffee.

 

"Keep stretching like that and I am going to spill both of these." She says grinning.

 

I giggle and reach for the coffee. "Thank you baby."

 

"And what will my little beautiful redhead do with herself all day while I am gone?"

 

"I don't have anything planned, dinner is at 6pm. I thought I would catch up on some reading though."

 

"Anne Rice?" She asked with a devilish grin.

 

She is stunningly hot right now with her nipples poking through her shirt.

 

"No smart ass, not Anne Rice. I was thinking more on the level of forensics for dummies" I answer.

 

"Now who’s the smart ass?" She smirks.

 

"Actually I have some reading to do on a monograph that I am writing for the penology review, Diminished Acetylene Production in Recidivist Offenders."

 

"Dana, marry me." 

 

"As soon as it is legal baby."

 

"Maybe it's nothing... but Dana, I have this feeling that the case isn't over." She said thoughtfully.

 

"I do not know what else there was for us to do, it is in the capable hands of the local P.D."

 

Monica shrugged resignedly.

 

We finish the pot of coffee and showered.

 

"I'll call you from the road. I love you and I am going to miss you so much." Monica says holding my head in her gentle hands.

 

"I love you and I will miss you too."

 

We share a gentle loving kiss and embrace. Neither us wanting to let the other go.  We exchange our goodbyes and go our separate ways. We hate being away from each other, and especially for a whole weekend, but sometimes we don't have a choice.

 

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 I finished up my monologue and arrived at my mom's for dinner. It was the usual food with the usual conversation. Bill and Tara are expecting another child. Mom complains that we do not come together as a family enough, and although I know she has a point, I remain silent. Bill offers a hundred see through flimsy excuses. It isn't that he doesn't love mom, it is just with all of our schedules, getting us all together is quite a feat. We manage the usual holiday dinners; anything else is few and far between.

 

I feel exhausted as I make my way home. I think of Monica and how much fun she must be having at the reception. I can see her now on the floor dancing and having a good time. I feel my heart expand as I take in a deep breath; yes that is my woman the social butterfly. It still amazes me at times how completely different we are and yet so compatible.  I pull up and park the car out front. I am surprised that there is even a space available. It is one of the drawbacks of on street parking. No spot is ever guaranteed, keys in hand I make my way toward the front door. Suddenly I am overcome by the presence I felt on the plane. I spin around to see the woman from my dream. She is modernly dressed and her enchanting eyes are focused on mine.

 

"I meant not to startle you." She breaths.

 

"Who the hell are you?" I retaliate. She cannot be the woman from my dream that is not even remotely possible. There is a faint fragrant smell. It is familiar somehow. It is a soft floral scent and it is filling my senses.

 

"Is it your wish to remain on the street to carry on this conversation?" 

 

Her countenance is gentle, harmless and entreating.

 

"It isn't my wish for you to be here at all. I don't know what you want, who you are, or why in the hell you are following me." I am becoming lightheaded from the scent.

 

"Please let me come in and tell you my story. I am without weapon or malice. You may examine me yourself if you so desire."

 

"I am not examining you, why the hell would I want to do that?" I am becoming enraged. "Now tell me why you are here damn it!"

 

She moved closer to me gazing in my eyes. I stepped back.

 

"I am a federal agent and I am armed." I warned.

 

"Would you harm an unarmed woman whose only wish is to talk to you?" It is then that I notice that her red pouty lips aren't moving. She moved closer her seductive eyes intensely studying mine. That scent is filling my senses overwhelming my mind, my thoughts are becoming muddled.

 

 I begin to gather my senses. I am on my sofa and she is standing before me. I can barely recollect allowing her in. It was almost as if I was in a trance. I know there is no logical explanation for it, not one I can come up with now anyway. She stands in front of me waiting, watching. She looks at me lovingly almost angelic. She is quite fascinating to behold.

 

"It is not my intention to frighten you, here is your weapon should you have any doubt." She hands me my gun, and begins her diatribe.

 

"The 1600s were a utter bore to me, I had grown tired of the usual women. They were so easily categorized. I remember it as if it were yesterday. The cobblestone roads, the quaint taverns. The oppression of women. How men believed they were the rulers of the world and that any life other than a males held no value. I was making my rounds aimlessly through the alleys, when the mate of my soul made their presence known. I stood in the archway to the alley. I knew you would come to me; a person of your honor would not leave a helpless woman alone in the night. I beheld you as one falling from heaven. If my heart was capable of beating it would have surely stopped at the sight of my love. Night had just fallen on the small town and you were hurriedly making you way home since it was not appropriate for a woman to walk the streets at night without an escort. Do not for one minute question why you are a doctor in this life as you were a midwife in the past. Truth be told you are always in the care giving profession. The only difference is what the male society will allow you to be.  I sensed the strong will inside of you immediately. I found myself drawn to you in a way that I had not been drawn to another. The sensation of the capacity of your goodness was as the scent of rain as it begins to fall. You promptly made your way to me. You asked me where I was from. I breathlessly told you around...everywhere. You thought that an interesting response. You dreamily remarked that you hadn't been anywhere and yet you would love to see other places. I informed you that I would show you places, places you had never imagined. You asked me to show them to you. I agreed, I bit down on your neck taking in you life's blood and in return I scratched myself allowing you to drink of my blood and become like me.  I loved you throughout the time we spent together, and I am here to love you again. For what is there in all the world, but to please my beloved?"

 

"Do you really expect me to believe all of this? Vampires do not exist, not now not ever. I do not know what it is that you are hoping to accomplish." I replied, still unable to believe what I am hearing.

 

"Why would I lie considering that I have spent my entire life looking for you over and over again?" She slowly approached me. I took the safety off my gun.

 

She smiled and continued to move toward me. The scent once again filling my senses. I felt that consuming desire. My body was on fire and it came from nowhere. I could feel my body responding although I was fighting hard not to.

 

"If you choose not to believe my words, then maybe you will believe what you see." She spoke seductively.

 

I stood up in a futile attempt to will myself against her. My body was aflame. I knew I could not give into her, I could not betray the woman that I love no matter what my body desired.

 

With a quick swoop she was behind me, she raised my hands above my head. Her body was against my back, I could feel her breast against me. My nipples were hard but I was determined to fight it. I tried to reason with myself to explain exactly what was happening. It was only the amygdala sending signals causing me to become aroused before my neocortex could fully register the information to respond. That scent it was flooding me again, my hot blood, pumping faster through my veins.

 

Suddenly I felt a sharp excruciating pain in my shoulder. I felt dizzy and as if I were going to faint. She then spun me around and ran her finger nail over her breast, causing the blood to dribble out. She flung my head into them. I tried to resist it but the moment her blood touched my tongue, I saw all the imagery, the tale that she had disclosed. The memories came flooding back to me. I saw in great detail all the moments she had previously spoke of. They came in quick flashes. It made me nauseous.

 

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The brightness of dawn poured forth from between the blinds. My eyes fluttered open in pain. In fact my entire body was in pain. The remembrance of last night began to drift through my mind. I was inclined to believe that I had merely fallen asleep, except I was lying on my living room floor. I reached behind to my shoulder in unmitigated horror felt the two puncture marks that were already beginning to heal. I jumped to my feet and rushed to the bathroom, what little contents that remained in my stomach made their way up. When it was finished I wiped my mouth and slumped down on the floor. How in the world could this be happening? Vampires are not supposed to be real. Shouldn’t there have been some proof along the way? Here I sit the evidence to that which I sought so vehemently to dispel. And now faced with this knowledge of what I am to become, I can feel changes taken place in my body. The memory of my past lives that now are so clearly open to me, remind me that it is a process transforming from the living to undead.

 

How did this nightmare become my lot in life? It was apparent that my fate was sealed in absolute misery. What was I going to do? How would I survive? The very thought of feeding on another human being sent waves of disgust throughout my body. I stood in the shower as hot as I could stand it hoping that the water would somehow wash away the iniquity I had become.

 

I made my way through the house closing all the blinds even though the sunlight had yet to become destructive to me; I had already developed the beginning stage of an acute aversion to it. When the phone rang it startled me out of cogitation. It also alarmed me since I knew who it was.

 

"Hello beautiful" Monica’s soft sexy voice spoke.

 

"Hello." I answered hesitantly.

 

"Dana, are you OK?" She asked picking up something in my voice.

 

"I'm just not feeling well." I replied. I never lied to Monica before, in some sense of the imagination it was true. I really wasn't feeling very good at all.

 

"I will be leaving tomorrow; I will come straight there and take care of you."

 

"That is not necessary."

 

"You don't want to see me?" 

 

"Monica, of course I want to see you, but I do not want you to worry about me."

 

"I have to go, but please take care of yourself and I will see you as soon as I get back."

 

"Ok, I will and I love you."

 

"I love you too baby."

 

"All right, bye for now." The brunette spoke into the phone.

 

"Goodbye"

 

I hung up the phone aghast. What was I going to do about Monica? Before I was having trouble envisioning my life without her, and now I cannot imagine life with her. Life- if it can be called that now. What would I say to her? Well baby you know how you believed that vampires may exist and felt the case wasn't over? Turns out you were right. I have become a real vampire, now come over here and let me turn you too?  I could never turn Monica, no matter what the circumstances. She deserves better than an empty existence, roaming the world with destruction following her every footstep. How in the hell could I protect her? I never dreamed I would have to protect her from myself.

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I spent most of the daylight hours thinking, trying to come up with a plan to save Monica. I was unsuccessful and I was running out of time. There had to be way. I knew I could just end the relationship and leave, go as far away from her as possible. She would be safe that way but I knew I could never look her in the eye and go through with it. What I would see in her face would crush whatever was left in me, and it would destroy her as well. I could not bring myself to ruin Monica even if it was the only thing I could logically come up with.

 

 It was night when my door opened. The female vampire walked in.

 

"Do not seek to save her my beloved; you will only kill her in the process."

 

"Can everyone read my mind these days?" I snapped back.

 

"My love, I could always read your mind. We are connected throughout all eternity."

 

"Then what is Monica's excuse?"

 

"I do not know" She reluctantly replied.

 

"The strange thing about my memories returning is that I only see parts of the picture. I remember you, I remember us, but I cannot remember it all nor can I remember how or why it ended." It was very frustrating for me.

 

"You shall remember in time, it is a process as I am sure you can recall."

 

She walked closer to me, that penetrating stare, the familiar fragrance. Once again my body burning hot with desire in the blink of an eye. It was like a drug, quick with intense results. It was the same consuming intoxication that I felt when I let her in my home the first time.

 

"I could never be unfaithful to Monica, no matter how extremely difficult you are to resist." I announced.

 

She giggled.

 

"It will change for it is fate that continues to bring us together, and I am certain that you will come to love me once again."

 

I had so many questions, so many things that I needed to know. Yet it was all I could do to resist this animal instinct to let her have her way with me. My mind and body wanted her, craved her. My head was swimming I felt as if I would burst if I denied myself any longer. I concentrated on Monica, when I first met her. Our first date, her smile, how her eyes lit up when she was happy, which was most of the time. How they smoldered when she was turned on. Her openness, her vulnerability, her intelligence, her strength, her love. I would fight this for her. I had to fight this for her.

 

"I understand your struggle; there will come a time when you will allow yourself what it truly desires."

 

"How can that be if what it truly wants is Monica?"

 

"You only believe that to be so, because you have yet to reconcile the fact that you will no longer be human, you are still attempting to hold on to your mortality. Once you let go of the humanity you will then be free to receive me. It won't be much longer. I can see and feel the changes taking place in you as we speak."

 

I did not respond. I only pondered what she was saying to me.

 

"I must leave you my love for now. The hunger is calling me, fear not I shall return to you tomorrow night." She spoke in a breathless whisper.

 

"Wait, no you cannot come here tomorrow night, Monica will be here." I began to panic.

 

"You have only to ask, and I will remove the struggle from you, and I promise it will be painless for her."

 

"What? No, you must promise to never touch her, or allow any other to harm her in anyway or I will kill you myself."

 

A slight smirk made its presence on her face.

 

"As you wish my beloved." With that she left.

 

I paced restlessly in my rumination. How would I face Monica tomorrow? Would she be able to read my mind? Would she sense that I am no longer the same woman she fell in love with?  Would she be able to see the changes in me? My skin has become pale, and I know it will only get more translucent. I have all but lost my appetite. I had to force what tiny bit of food I could stomach. All of my senses have become heightened. I could smell the raw steak defrosting in the refrigerator. What am I going to do?

 

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 My eyes opened to sweet, light kisses. Monica was leaning over me her warm breath on my lips. I didn't even hear her come in.

 

"Wake up sleeping beauty." She said with playful smile.

 

"Hey sexy" I attempt to gather my thoughts.

 

"I missed you terribly." She replied.

 

"You have no idea how I have missed you." I choked back the tears that threatened to make themselves known.

 

"Hey, what's wrong baby?" Her voice was full of concern as she pushed back a few loose strands of my hair.

 

"I just hate being away from you." I could not bear to tell her what happened.

 

"We both hate it." She spoke softly but with conviction.

 

She held me for quite sometime, the both of us just basking in the comfort of each other. For the first time since all of this happened, I was able to relax. Monica had that effect on me.

 

She leaned and passionately kissed me. It felt as though my mind was floating. Her fingers gingerly trailed down between my breast and slowly made their way up again.  They brushed against my nipples languidly. Her smoldering brown eyes washed over me. The sweeping waves of my desire were overtaking me.  Her silky lips were trailing kisses over my soft skin. Her mouth enveloped my turgid nipple. The electric shivers that made their way throughout my body caused me to flip her over, kissing her deep and hard.  I quickly lifted her shirt over her head and discarded it on the floor. I ran my hands down her sides lightly scratching her as they made their way up again. She let out a moan. The primal fires traveled quickly through my body.  I unfastened her bra. My hand made its way to her full breast. I felt it, cupped it. I began to pinch it, slow but hard, her body stretched out underneath me, she moaned again. I continued on her breast working both of them at the same time. I looked up at her. Her head was back, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, and her hands were traveling through her own hair. She was the sexiest woman to behold. My passion rose with a fury. I swiftly undid her jeans pulling them down effortlessly I threw them across the room. I pounced back on top of her. I lowered my hand to touch her soft mound. My fingers becoming intertwined in her velvety curls. She was already wet and awaiting my entrance. I teased her trailing around the smooth outer lips. I slowly ran my fingertips in small circles over her, her hips were already moving up and down. She was having a hard time waiting, I knew what she wanted but couldn't help but tease her some more. I ran my fingertips down her inner thighs and back up again, gently scratching with my fingernails, but not enough to cause any pain. I continued to circle her outer lips and gradually bring my fingertip up her slit. I pulled my fingers away, she let out a whimper at the loss of contact. I smiled and bent down to kiss her as my two fingers entered inside of her. She was warm, soft and wet, the combination made me dizzy with pleasure. My lips made their way down to her breast. I brushed my lips over her nipple before taking it into my mouth. I licked and sucked her nipple with the intensity that I knew she loved. She moaned. I quickened the pace of my fingers working the third finger in. I repositioned myself carefully so that I did not break all contact with her. I placed my tongue on her swollen clit, her hips flew off the bed at the sensation of my tongue on her  as my fingers worked inside and outside of her. I continued my onslaught until she was almost ready to release then in one quick move I swung my free arm around her lower back and lifter her off of the bed. The newly acquired strength helped a great deal. I shoved her against the wall. She flung her arms around my neck and wrapped her ankles around my waist. I slid my three fingers inside of her while sucking on her breast. The palm of my hand was pressing against her clit each time I entered her. She bit down on her lip, her body tense, as she clamped down on my fingers. She shook violently as her completion filled my hand. I had to admit even my thighs were soaked at pleasing her that way. The ferociousness of our love making was more than I have ever felt before. Her body collapsed on top of me. I helped her back to bed and continued to kiss her, brushing her hair away from her face. I cupped her face with my hands.

 

"I love you." I whispered.

 

"I love you too baby." She mumbled.

 

I wasn't quite finished with her yet. I kissed her gently at first, giving her enough room to breath. I brushed my lips against hers, allowing her to regain her proper breathing, then I began to kiss her deep again. My hands traveling over every part of her body. Feeling the flawlessness of her skin. I kissed my way down between her legs. I gradually licked inside of her, taking her inner lips into my mouth and softly sucking on them, licking her and sucking her, I ran my tongue all over her. I delved my tongue inside her licking inside her walls. She started to moan again. I deliberately took my time bringing my tongue outside to make its way to her clit. I circled it and took it inside of my mouth to suck on it. I repeated this motion again and again I could feel her  swelling in my mouth. Out of nowhere an overwhelming desire to taste her, really taste her was beginning to rise within me. I wanted desperately to sink my teeth into her and feed on her blood. I could almost taste it flowing through her veins. I could hear it. The sweet sensuous flow. She was too close to me and I had to do something before I acted on my impulse and regretted it for the rest of eternity. I moved quickly and once again changed positions. I rearranged myself in the position so that our openings were against each other. As we were grinding on each other the suction that was created was about to make my brain explode the hot gushing liquid, the feeling of her against me was almost more than my mind could handle, let a lone the way my clit was feeling. It threatened to short out my senses. Her hot wet center grinding against mine was probably why someone created the word perfection. I could feel her liquid inside of me, this wasn't going to take long at all. I clenched my teeth together and let the white fire rip through me as it was simultaneously ripping through her. I literally crawled up beside her. She wrapped her arms around me and mumbled something about the best sex she had ever had before we both fell off to sleep.

 

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 I awoke while my beautiful redhead slumbered next to me. My head was still intoxicated with our previous love making session. Although we always shared a healthy, hot sex life there was something about this one that was different. I couldn't quite figure it out. It wasn't as if that was the first time we had made love that way, it was the fierceness of it that was different. Dana was different, and yet somehow it was hauntingly familiar.

 

I arose from the bed carefully. I did not want to wake her up. She isn't very happy when someone wakes her up, besides that I knew she needed her rest.  I made my way to her kitchen and started making a pot of coffee. I thought about making a big breakfast but I wasn't hungry yet, besides I wasn't sure exactly what time Dana would wake up. I figured within the span of an hour or two. I turned on the TV and began to flick through the channels only to find nothing on as usual. I was starting to think that the both of us taking the week off of work may not have been the best idea, and then I settled on the news. I ended up surfing through channels and drinking the entire pot of coffee while Dana still slept. I went in numerous times to check on her but she was out like a light. I was becoming concerned. She never slept this late. I decided to shower and get dressed while I waited. That was one of the benefits to having half of my things at her house and her having half of her things at mine. We never had to leave to pick up something or bring an overnight bag.

 

After I showered and was dressed, I decided to throw my clothes from the trip into the wash. I still couldn't believe she was sleeping at this hour. I had that strange déjà-vu feeling again. I couldn't quite place. I kept going over the details in my mind but nothing concrete was coming together. Yet I had this sinking feeling something was wrong, very wrong.

 

I finished folding my laundry and went in once again to check on Dana who was still fast asleep. I couldn't take this any longer. I had to wake her up. I tried calling her name, nothing. I touched her gently, nothing. I began to shake her and call her name.  She crinkled her face and swatted at me.

 

"Dana come on it is almost 2:00. Wake up; Are you really going to sleep the entire day away?"  I was becoming annoyed.

 

"Leave me alone."

 

"Wake up or I am going home. Wake up now or I mean it I am going home." I didn't see much use in staying around if she was going to be sleeping.

 

"Rrrrr" She mumbled and opened her eyes. She quickly squeezed them shut as if it were painful to wake up. She flung the covers off, and stumbled to the bathroom murmuring about God only knows what.

 

The redhead returned in what could be described as not the best of moods, she flopped down on the sofa next to me. Her countenance revealed some type of inner turmoil.

 

"Are you ok? I knew you weren't feeling well while I was away." I offered.

 

"I am exhausted." She replied.

 

"I am sorry, it didn't occur to me yesterday. I wasn't thinking. I was so excited to see you. I didn't stop to think you might not be up to it."

 

"No, it is not you're fault. I suppose I may have overestimated myself."  She responded.

 

She arose and began drawing the blinds as if the light caused her pain.

 

"Dana, it is a beautiful day outside, don't you want to let some light in here?"

 

"I'd rather not, to be honest I would prefer to just spend the rest of the afternoon in here with you."

 

What kind of response it that? Couldn't she spend the rest of the day in here with me in the light? Why did she need to close the blinds? It wasn't completely dark with the blinds closed but it was dark enough.

 

"Are you sure you are ok? It almost seems like you are hiding from someone or something." I was getting that atrocious feeling again.

 

"To what or whom would I be hiding from Agent Reyes?"

 

"I am not accusing you of anything; I am merely trying to understand what is going on with you. Would you like me to put on a fresh pot of coffee?"

 

Her expression became soft and thoughtful.

 

"No, but thanks for offering."

 

"You don't want coffee since when? What have you done with the real Dana Scully?" I teased. I have never known a day that she did not want coffee.

 

She was silent.

 

I started again to look for something on TV before finding Dark Victory with Bette Davis. It was an old movie but we both loved it. I drew her closer to me. We watched the entire movie. It was one of the things that I found quite refreshing about her, was her love for old movies. It wasn't often that you come across someone who could appreciate them.

 

"I am going take a shower."  She leaned over a kissed my forehead before heading back down the hallway.

 

It dawned on me she didn't drink any coffee or anything while we sat and watched the movie. I drank water. This was a woman who lived and loved coffee.

 

What was that dreadful sense I couldn't shake? I knew I did not possess a gift that would allow me to read her mind whenever I chose to, but something was different, what was it? I couldn't sense anything from her...that was it. I always felt connected to her both mentally and physically but now, now I don't. I mean physically yes, but not mentally. It is as if her mind is shrouded in a perpetual dark cloud. What does that mean? I need to gather my thoughts. When did this happen? It happened the first night I was away. Could she have been unfaithful? It is highly implausible. I knew she loved me; we were planning on moving in together in the very near future. I have no doubt she loved me, she is not the type to just give herself away to someone. So what could it have been, and why does it seem so familiar? An image flashed through my mind. It was dark I was trying to make my way up steep concrete steps. It was a long way to go to reach the castle at the top. I dressed in clothing that resembled something from the 1600s, and then it was over. I sensed during the flash a feeling of urgency and determination. What did that mean? Where was I going, what was I doing? It was important, but what was it?  I wish I had more control over this.

 

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I stood in the shower feeling like shit. My body is changing and waking while the sun is still up is an extremely difficult thing to do. I am positive that it will not be long before it is impossible. I do not know what to say to Monica. I know she knows something is wrong but she hasn't figured it out...why would she? How could she? All I know is that even if this vampire claims to be my soul mate, and my new found memories seem to indicate she is telling the truth, there is no way on earth that I could ever let Monica go. I never envisioned myself dependant on anyone, and yet I feel I can not go on without her. I cannot lose her, but what in the hell am I going to do?  I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I made my way down the hall only certain that I must do whatever it takes to keep her.

 

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I look up to see her standing in the hallway entrance holding a towel. She is completely naked and beautiful. She appears to be thinner and pale. It isn't as if she needed to loose any weight to begin with. She was always pale but I am not sure if it is because she was sick, but she was loosing all color in her skin. She wasn't trying to be overtly sexy or even to seduce me. She was only being natural and yet she was a striking beauty.

 

"You are very gorgeous." I smiled.

 

 She smiled in return. "What do you want to do?"

 

 "Do you want to go pick up a bite to eat?" I asked.

 

 "I am not very hungry but I imagine we could go somewhere." She replied.

 

 "We could go to Brennan's around the corner."

 

 "Ok. I'll get dressed." She stated as she made her way back down the hall.

 

 "Yes I need to change into something as well." I remarked.

 

 We changed and made our way to the restaurant. A light breeze made it's way through the warm air. It was early evening so we didn't need a reservation, and being semi-regulars didn't hurt either. We were seated. I ordered the Brennan's salad, the Shrimp Samantha with Andouille, and a glass of Fume Blanc to top it off. Dana ordered the Brennan's salad as well, the Chicken Esplanade, and a glass of Louis Jadot to round out the dinner. We sat and talked about insignificant things as Dana pushed her food from one side of the plate to the other.

 

"Is something wrong with your food?" I asked, normally she dives into it. That is one of her favorite meals on the menu.

 

 "No, I do not seem to have much of an appetite lately." She replied as if the thought saddened her.

 

 "Is it something left over from that virus or whatever it was?" I was becoming very concerned. Something was very off about her.

 

 "I suppose so."  She said half heartedly.

 

 "How are you feeling? Do you need to go?" I asked.

 

 "No, please enjoy your meal. You are almost finished anyway. I can wait."

 

 "Dana if you need to go, we can go. I don't mind."

 

 "No, really I am ok. Please don't worry."

 

 We finished up and headed back home. I wish I could sense something from her. She seemed a million miles away as we walked back to her place. While we walked I was able to finally sense something. I was picking up on her fear but I could not tell what it was that she was afraid of. I thought about that memory that I had earlier. It had to mean something but what?  My mind was transported back in time again. I was standing in the castle with a sword. There was a woman there with long thick black hair, pale skin and blue eyes. She was captivating, but also very dangerous. It was a quick moment and then it was gone. It was as frustrating as having someone hand you two puzzle pieces and tell you to complete an entire puzzle with only those two pieces. We arrived at her place.

 

 "Are you ok? Do you need to lie down or anything?" I asked. Still trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

 

 She appeared distant, lost in thought somewhere. She didn't answer me.

 

 ”Do you need to lie down?"  I repeated. 

 

 "Would you mind lying in bed and just holding me?"

 

 "Of course not." I said as I arose to follow her to the bedroom. We laid on the bed and I wrapped my arms around her.

 

 "Dana, are you sure you are ok you feel cold."

 

 "Please Moni, just hold me. I am ok."

 

 She drifted back to sleep in my arms. 

 

 There was a crack of blinding white light behind my eyes and these images started flashing in my mind. I saw the three of us in the castle now. Dana was enthralled by the woman. I knew instantly that the woman was a vampire who had changed Dana. I knew I must kill the woman in order to save Dana.

 

Why was Dana there and what did that mean, that Dana was a vampire? Does that mean she is a vampire now? That would explain the sudden changes in her, the loss of appetite, the aversion to sunlight, the pale skin, the horrid feelings I was experiencing. Could that really be the reason? I laid there quietly trying to make sense of all it. It wasn't easy. Could the woman I love actually be turning into a vampire? If she was, what can I do about it? Could this be happening?  I had enough experience with my memories and my senses to know to trust them. Now what can I do to save her? "Dana, wake up I need to talk to you."  I gently rocked her back and forth. "Please baby, wake up it is important."

 

"What is so important?" she mumbled.

 

"I think I know what happened to you."

 

Her eyes opened wide.

 

"What do you mean?" She asked, with a certain fear in her voice.

 

"I had a vision, and I know what happened to you, and I need to figure out a way to solve it."

 

"What do you think happened to me?" She was becoming more fearful.

 

"Well in my vision you were enthralled by a female vampire. She turned you, which would explain what is going on with you.  Does that sound familiar?"

 

"I don't know what to say." She replied hesitantly.

 

"It's ok, take your time. I am not going anywhere."

 

"I do remember past lives with her, but I ...I don't remember you at all."  She offered. "What difference does all of that make now?"

 

"Don't you understand? Maybe there is still time to save you. Have you fed on a human yet?"

 

"No, not yet but it is getting very difficult not to." "How were you going to save me?"

 

"If you kill the master, then any vampire who hasn't yet completed the process will be changed back to their human self. If you haven't fed yet then there is still time."

 

"Monica, I appreciate what you are trying to do, but I do not know how much longer I can fight this. I was tempted to change you last night and it took every ounce of strength that I had not to. To be honest it is becoming quite difficult to be this close to you. I can smell the blood in your veins."

 

I leapt off the bed and stood against the wall.

 

Suddenly I could see the vampire woman again she was trying to drive a sword through me when Dana jumped in front of me. She died to save me. The pain was excruciating, it knocked the breath right out of me. I doubled over. My heart broke,, it was as if I was watching her die right before my very eyes. I felt the pain exactly as I felt it back then. It took me a few moments to catch my breath. 

 

"You have to fight this Dana; you are stronger than it is. You were fighting it in the past and you can fight it now."

 

She arose from the bed making her way in front of me. I could see it taking preeminence in her.

 

"Why should I? From what I remember it is my fate, my lot in life." She responded.

 

"I don't believe that. You died trying to save me, you were fighting it then."

 

"And look where it got me...dead....and all these years later and neither one of us could prevent it from happening again."

 

"There are moments in life that make you, that set the course of who you are going to be. Sometimes they are subtle moments and sometimes they are not. Even if you see them coming you are never prepared for the them. No one ask for the lives to change, it does, it is what you do afterwards that counts. That is when you find out who you really are. You are stronger than this. I know you are."

 

"Do you even understand what this is like Monica? Do you? Existing without any savor, the vanishing of hope as the gray drizzle of horror takes on despair so palpable it is like physical pain, a pain so unendurable that suicide seems a solution." She slumped her shoulders and let out a sigh.

 

"I cannot allow you to die the same way you died before. You soul is murdered from one lifetime to the next by this thing that will not let you go. I failed in the 1600, the 1700s the 1800s and in the early 1900s I failed. I was always there but I couldn't stop it from killing. It knows I am here now. It feels me just like I feel it. It knows my deepest fear...that I will fail."

 

She looked up at me seeming more like Dana.

 

"Maybe in this life you will succeed." She said with a trace amount of hope.

 

"You have to help me; I don't know where to find her. Tell me where she is."

 

"I don't know, but she comes to me at night. I made her promise not to come here last night because you were here. I told her I wouldn't go anywhere with her if anything happened to you."

 

"So she should show up tonight then."

 

"Yes. One thing I don't understand. She says she is my soul mate, but how can that be when I don't feel anything for her, and yet I cannot remember you in any of the past memories."

 

"She probably has a cloak around them. Are your memories vast or do you only remember things that have her in them?"

 

"When I tasted her blood. I saw flashes of memories that I knew were real but they only entailed her and I together."

 

"I have to kill her it is the only way for you to be free, once and for all."

 

I could see the inner turmoil; I knew Dana wasn't lost yet. She's a very strong woman and I doubt most would last this long

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I do not know what exactly to do. I know Monica believes that she can save me, but what if she cannot. Can I ask her to jeopardize her life in a futile attempt to save mine? What if Amirah kills her? That was it that was the vampire's name. Amirah. I do not know why I didn't remember it before. I know Monica will do everything within her power to save me regardless of the consequences to her own life. I cannot allow her to do that. I will do whatever it is that I must do to protect her. At the very least I owe her that much.

 

I felt Amirah's presence I knew she was coming. We were connected now.

 

"She's coming Monica."

 

"I know, I can feel her as well."

 

"How?" I was surprised.

 

"I guess it is part of whatever connection there is between us."

 

"I see the knight in shining amour has made their arrival."  Amirah spoke from the dining room.

 

I was never sure how she was able to appear out of nowhere.

 

We turned in her direction.

 

"The one who is going to send you back to hell where you belong." Monica spoke without fear.

 

"What is it that causes you to believe you can kill me, when you never could before?"

 

"I may have failed in the past, but rest assured I will succeed this time."

 

"Ah, yes it seems to me that I have heard this before." Amirah spoke in an imperious manner. "This world is older than anyone knows and contrary to popular belief it did not begin in paradise."

 

"Save the we vampires are superior to you humans speech, because as you say, I heard it all before." Monica was becoming indignant.

 

She moved swiftly in front or Monica. She leaned in close and sneered.

 

"I should end your misery here now."

 

"No! Don't! I will never go with you, if you hurt her in anyway." I shouted. "I 'll kill you, if you touch her!"

 

Amirah backed up. "As you wish my beloved."

 

She turned and spoke to Monica.

 

"You may have won now, but stay the night here if she so desires you to. For even a woman as strong as she will not be able to resist the hunger much longer. You will never see the morning come. I won't have to touch you. She will do it for me. Then the struggle will end and she will follow me wherever I shall go."

 

She somehow managed to disappear before us.

 

 

"I am not going to loose you again." Monica said with determination as she sat down on the sofa. I moved to sit beside her. She appears to be in deep thought for quite some time. Finally she spoke.

 

"Dana what can you tell me about Haldol?"

 

"It's the brand name of Haloperidol. An antipsychotic. It is in the butyrophenone class of antipsychotics. It is often used to treat Schizophrenia and of the acute psychotic states and delirium. It is approximately 50 times more potent than chlorpromazine. In fact they used it in an attempt to treat Mulder once. He had come in contact with a rubbing from the spacecraft and it had an adverse effect on him."

 

"It sedates the muscles right?"

 

"Yes it possesses a strong activity against delusions and hallucinations most likely due to an effective dopaminergic receptor blockage in the mesocortex and the limbic system of the brain. It blocks the dopaminergic action in the nigrostriatal pathways, which is the probable reason for the high frequency of extrapyramidal-motoric side-effects. It is administer by an IM, intramuscular injection. Why, are you thinking about drugging Amirah?"

 

"Essentially. It seems in the past I have always tried to fight her head to head. I am thinking that is probably why I failed. She has been around for what seems to be eternity, and yet no one has managed to defeat her. Why? A being that old, she would have to be extremely skilled in fighting. How else could it survive? What if this time we were to drug her first? Catch her off guard that would have to make her easier to kill."

 

"That would be something she probably would not expect, but how do we get close enough to administer the injection? I still haven't figured out how she appears and disappears out of nowhere."

 

"I am not sure but it probably has something to do with misdirection." Monica said.

 

She never ceases to amaze me.

 

"How exactly are we going to get the haloperidol? It is not something that I have laying around the house."

 

"You're a doctor, you can get it."

 

"Yes but the daylight is becoming increasingly difficult for me. I fear by tomorrow I may not be able to stand it at all." I explained.

 

"Ok, you make the call. I will pick it up." She replied.

 

"Yes dear" I replied with a grin.

 

I was starting to get hungry, really hungry. Monica is sitting there looking as sexy as hell. I just want to run over there and bite her. I want to sink my now becoming prominent fangs in to her long beautiful neck. I lick my fangs at the thought, trying desperately to conceal all of this from her. I know I would probably have an orgasm simply by her blood flowing through me.

 

She looks up at me strangely.

 

"Maybe it would be best if you sleep in the bedroom and I will stay out here."

 

"Why?" I ask trying to sound as innocent as possible.

 

"Do you even have to ask? Amirah said that you won't make it through the night without feeding on me, besides you have a look on your face right now that I can only interpret as you're thinking about it."

 

"Is that so?" I say as seductively as possible.

 

"Yes that is so, and don't even think about trying that."

 

"Trying what?" I say as I lean in to her, almost brushing my lips against hers.

 

She jumps up.

 

"That! Dana, you have to fight this. I can't leave you here for her to come and take you somewhere far away from me. I wouldn't be surprised if she is waiting outside somewhere for me to leave."

 

"You have no idea how hard this is, I am trying, I am fighting." I said with a wounded tone in.

 

"I know that, damn, I don't know maybe she is right, maybe the best place for me is away from you."

 

"Don't give her what she wants Monica."

 

"What she wants is you...and for me to die." She said.

 

"I know but that isn't going to happen. She isn't going to get away with it this time." I said.

 

"It's going to be a long night; I am going to put on some coffee. There is no way in hell that I am going to sleep tonight." Monica spoke.

 

 Monica got up to put on the coffee; of course I have no desire for the stuff anymore. The things that I do desire are off limits to me tonight. I am watching her from the sofa and I can see her perfect ass from here. The sexual desire is coursing through my veins almost as much as the hunger is. I can feel my insides twisting and turning. I want her so badly, but yet if I have her, I will feed on her...I am certain of it. She is driving me insane, just watching her, observing her, she is the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on and yet she doesn't even try. It exudes from somewhere deep within her being. I know that if Amirah had not be able to enthrall me, she would have never stood a chance. Yet it is something she has always done. The very first time she sired me in the archway to the alley, she enthralled me. She knew I would never go anywhere with her. I would never leave Monica.

 

She entered mug in hand and sat down across from me. I could almost hear the wheels in her mind turning. She slowly goes over every detail of the plan again.

 

"I think that would be the best way to do it." She says.

 

"I agree."

 

She picks up the remote and begins her usual exploration, finding nothing at this hour unless you count infomercials.

 

"What would you like to watch?" She asked.

 

"I don't know...nothing."

 

"Nothing? Then what would you like to do?"  She hesitantly replies.

 

"Could you lie on the bed with me?" I asked innocently.

 

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

 

"Come on Monica, what could I do in there that I could not do in here if I really wanted to?" I asked.

 

"I guess that is true, but we are only lying on the bed, nothing else, do you understand?"

 

"Yes dear."

 

We made our way down the hall and into my bed. Both of us were lying on our backs staring at the ceiling.

 

"Could you hold me Moni? I feel cold inside." I rolled over on my side facing away from her.

 

She let out a deep sigh, but rolled over and snuggled up against the back of me.

 

I could feel her breast on my back and it was making me very excited.

 

"You know, with all the memories that I now have, the changes that are physically taken place in my body, it is still sometimes difficult to believe that this is actually happening." I whisper.

 

"I know it must be extremely difficult for you Dana. I have been open to outside energies for so long that I sometimes forget how hard this must be for you." She said her voice full of compassion.

 

I rolled over to face her. I looked deep into her eyes. She has this way of looking at you, it is like the world outside does not exist and it is only you that matters.

 

"I love you." I say as I slowly run my finger down her arm.

 

"I love you too." She smiles the sweetest smile.

 

"I can feel the beat of my heart inundating blood through my veins, and with each burst it cries Monica." I whisper.

 

"You are going to be the death of me." She responds.

 

She arose from the bed and made her way to the kitchen to refill her coffee. She yelled from the kitchen.

 

"You might as well come back out here my little vamp vixen. I am not going back in there."

 

I rolled my eyes. It was safe to do because she could not see me. It wasn't that I was trying to kill her. I just love her so much, that it is very hard not to want to express that in word and in deed. She is right though, we could not become intimate. The hunger increased with each breath that I had left and had become virtually impossible to withstand.

 

I walked down the hall and sullenly landed on the sofa.

 

"You're getting hungry." Monica states.

 

"Yes and I do not know exactly how much longer I can fight this. I need to feed on something." I said growing despondent.

 

"What about a rat?"

 

"A rat? Are you serious?" I asked.

 

"It seems to be a dominant part of the folklore; Anne Rice's Louis fed on rats instead of humans, as did Angel from Buffy."

 

"The vampire with a soul....how fitting. Where is it you would like me to find these rats? I can't very well open up my door to nab a few, can I?"

 

"I guess not. We will have to come up with something. You are going to need blood very soon and I don't want it to be mine."

 

"I know what might take my mind off of it for a while." I said with a wicked grin. "Listen to me Monica I think I might actually have an way to work this out, without putting you in danger."

 

"This I have to hear." She responds sarcastically.

 

"Monica, I need this, I need some type of release or else I am afraid I won't be able to hold the hunger back much longer. Please it will take the cravings away, at least until tomorrow I cannot keep fighting this. I am loosing the battle, I am not that strong." I pleaded.

 

She was thinking about it. I continued.

 

"If you cuff my one hand to the bed, we can masturbate watching each other; with no direct contact you will be safe."

 

"How do I know you won't break the cuffs and kill me when your blood lust clouds your judgment?"

 

"Use the restraints as well. Strap my feet to the bed frame. Use the one upper restraint as extra protection with the cuff. You have done all of this before. Monica I am going to explode if I don't do something."

 

She was gave it some deep thought.

 

"Ok, but if you try anything while I am restraining you all bets are off."

 

"Understood."

 

We walked back down the hall. I undressed as I walked. I discarded my clothes like an empty wrapper.

 

She turned and her bottom lip dropped at the sight of my naked body. She was not surprised that I was naked; she could hear me strewing my clothes about the hallway. It was the sight of me that did it. I am so turned on by every little thing about her that I sometimes forgot that she is equally turned on by me.

 

I laid down on the bed. The restraints are always fastened to the legs of the bed. I just coil them up and keep them hidden underneath. The fuzzy cuffs that we use we keep stowed away in a special box. I watched as Monica opens the box of toys. She had that glint in her eye that I hadn't seen all night.

 

She made her way over to me. She restrained and cuffed my hand first, then both of my feet. She backed up and slowly looked over my body, licking her lips in anticipation. Her eyes closed and she took in a deep breath, with a husky whisper she said, "Oh my gosh, Dana, I want you so badly."

 

I could see her nipples straining against her shirt. She wrapped her arms around her sides and brought the shirt up over her head, her bra held back her breast. I moaned and licked my fangs that I wanted shockingly to sink into them. She arched her long slender back as she extended her hands to the clasp of her bra. One finger underneath her bra strap she gradually removed one arm at a time, to reveal her full breast. Her nipples were perfectly erect. She cupped and squeezed them through heavily lidded eyes. Her tongue glided slowly over her already moist lips. I wanted to fuck her so bad and yet I desperately needed her to tease me. She unbuttoned her pants seductively lowering them off of her. Her long beautiful legs had always made my mouth water. She turned her back to me and removed her thong. I struggle to find words to express the perfection of her ass. I want to touch it, I need to touch it. My body has already become wet, and she did nothing more than undress. I believe she may have been wrong; she may very well be the death of me. She reached in the box and pulled out the small whip.  I moan again and with my free hand had begun to pinch my nipple. A crack came down on the inside of my thigh. It wasn't too painful. She was playing with me.

 

"Did I say you could touch yourself?"

 

"Did I ask?" I said, knowing this would only make her strike me again.

 

Another crack. "Someone is being a naughty little vamp."

 

"Sorry Master Mistress."

 

"That is more like it."

 

She began to tease me with the whip, allowing it to lightly brush against my skin. She slowly ran it from the bottom of my feet, up the inside of my thighs, over my slit and around my breast.  She repeated the motion over and over again. My hips had already begun to undulate. She smiled wickedly. Then she only brushed it over my slit, gradually up and down until it felt like I could not take it anymore. I wanted her, I needed to feel her inside of me. My breathing was hard. She always loved to play this game. We never actually cause each other any real pain.

 

"Moni...please...I....need...you" I said as if my very breath was leaving me.

 

She dropped the whip and penetrated what was left of my soul with her eyes, she was searching for something. Her fingers began to trail my thigh. Her eyes dropped to my aching center. She let out a loud moan when she felt how wet I had actually became.

 

"Fuck, Dana...are you trying to kill me?" Her eyes shut as her finger traces my lower lips.

 

I groaned. She felt so good on my skin. My head reeled.

 

She slid her long lean finger inside of me piercing my arousal. I didn't want her to stop. I knew she shouldn't be this close but it was everything I needed, everything I wanted.

 

She worked the second finger in. My insides were swelling against her fingers. Her eyes were that deep dark brown they get when she is stimulated beyond her norm. She stretched her neck and let out a moan as if I was the one with my fingers inside of her. She thrust the third one in and I was so close. She bent down and kissed and sucked my hip. I was close. I pulled against my restraints, I wanted out I wanted to devour her. I was fill with need as the thick desire spread through me. I pulled again twisting and turning my upper body while her fingers did things to me I can not explain.

 

"Dana." She barely spoke.

 

“I know....I know.... I need...I need...to ...be...free...I ....need ... you."  I panted heavily.

 

"You...can't...” 

 

She quickly removed her fingers and I cried out at the loss of her. She flung herself against the wall and planted those fingers inside of herself. My wetness mixing with hers. Her head tilted back against the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut her mouth formed a slight o. She was so sexy I thought I would erupt on the spot. I shoved my fingers inside of myself trying desperately to recreate what she was doing to me. I continued to watch her. Her breast were swollen and her nipples taut. She consumed me, her scent flooded my senses. She opened her eyes and watched me, we were on the same rhythm, my clit was pulsating, I never wanted to be someone’s fingers as badly as I did now. I wanted to sink my fangs into her throbbing clit. I wanted to feel her wetness and her blood wash over me. I didn't want to kill only to take a small drink from her. Enough to feel her life, her being, flowing inside, becoming a part of me. The waves were at the crescendo, as I watched Monica's body.

 

"Come for me baby." I barely got the word baby out as we both screamed out in orgasmic rapture.

 

She slumped down to the floor trying to catch her breath. We both were drenched in sweat our breathing ragged.

 

"I have an idea." She said with a sly grin.

 

She pulled out my government issued handcuffs along with hers.

 

"Reinforcements." She explained as she cuffed me with both sets. I am now tripple cuffed and restrained at the wrist. She doesn't want to take any chances and right now I cannot blame her. She reached in to the box and began to strap up placing the smaller end of the dildo inside of her.

 

"Oooooh, this is going to be good."  My breast began to rise and fall again at the prospect.

 

She walked up to the bottom of the bed and frees my feet. She knelt down on the bed bringing her between my legs. I wrap my legs around her waist. She grabs my ankles and puts them near her shoulders. She leans into me and slides the dildo inside of me. She is so erotic. She holds my ankles with her hands while she slowly moves in and out of me. Her hair falls down around her face and her eyes are as dark as midnight. I watch her breast move as she stroked me. She is so fucking hot. I began to swell around it, her gradual and deep strokes were sending ripples throughout my body. I could see them washing over her, her firm nipples were begging for my mouth. I wanted to take them in and swirl my tongue around them, flicking and sucking them. I want to touch, cup and squeeze them. Her back was arched as her full breast are between my legs, the very sight was enough to make me come. I tried to concentrate to hold out a little longer for her. She is so beautiful and I can't believe she is doing this for me. Her mouth is parted, her eyes closed, she quickened the pace and I know she is getting close. She opens her sultry eyes and looks deep into mine.

 

"I love you." She said breathlessly.

 

"I love you too." I breathe.

 

 I wanted to say so much more than that. I wanted to tell her that I have had to love her many different times in many different lives because no one has ever made me so intoxicated before. My soul is connected to hers in a way it could never be connected to another. I want to tell her that I cannot live a single moment without her. That life holds no meaning if she is not there. That even if I die again tomorrow I would come back for her. My soul would not rest until it found completion in hers again.

 

The tempestuous orgasm came instead quickly followed by her own. She fell against my legs she still held. Normally she would collapse on top of me. I can only assume she does not want to get that close to my mouth.

 

"It might be best to leave you this way for the rest of the night."  She managed to get out trying to catch her breath.

 

"We have about two hours left before dawn. You really want to leave me here?"

 

"Well I wouldn't have to worry about you trying to pounce on me."

 

"They way you just pounced on me?"  I smiled.

 

"Not exactly."

 

"Besides Moni, I need to clean up; you have created quite the mess here."

 

That big goofy grin spread over her face.

 

"I will clean you up. I can bring in some hot soapy water and have you fresh and clean in no time."

 

"And where exactly would you like me to lay my nicely clean ass after that?"

 

She laughed.

 

"I see your point."

 

She was now laying long ways a cross the bottom of the bed.

 

"As soon as I can walk I will shower and come back to release you." She said.

 

"Monica, my wrists are killing me."

 

"I know baby but I need you to hang on a little bit longer. I can't let you down before I shower, since I will be in a very vulnerable position."

 

"I no longer need to feed."

 

"I know but just as a precaution, I promise as soon as I am done I'll get you down."

 

"Hurry." I said.

 

"I will."

 

She stumbled from the bedroom to shower, her legs were shaky. I kept grabbing the restraints to pull the pressure off of my wrists.

 

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 I leaned against the shower wall. The hot water traveled all over me. I leaned until I had the strength to stand. My body felt like jello. The things this woman was capable of doing to me, mentally and physically left me speechless. The thought of losing her crept into my mind. It is after all a very real possibility. She always died, again and again. I couldn't take another death. I can't relive that. If our plan works then I will have nothing to worry about. I tried to reassure myself. I kept hearing that voice say, what if it doesn't? I thoroughly and quickly washed knowing that Dana was still restrained and probably in a great deal of pain. I could not bear the thought of losing her again, and yet it very well may happen. I turned the shower off and reached for my towel. After I dried off I went to set her free.

 

I sat down on the end of the bed.

 

"Monica, what the hell are you doing? You promised to let me down after your shower."  She became slightly irritated.

 

"Dana, I was thinking, even if we do not make it through tomorrow night, I will come back for you again. I have to; my soul will not rest until it unites with you again. I will always find you no matter what lifetime it is." I spoke as my eyes filled with tears.

 

"Oh Moni, I couldn't help but think the same thing about you. I know everything hangs on tomorrow night and if we are successful in defeating Amirah. I feel the same way. I would spend eternity looking for you. I need you in my life now and always. No one or nothing could ever take your place." Tears began to stream down her eyes.

 

I made my way to the head of the bed. I unfastened her restraints and let her go. I wanted to hug her so badly I wanted to hold her, to tell her everything was going to work out, but I was still hesitant to get that close to her with her being free. We locked eyes and understood what couldn't be conveyed through actions.

 

She started down the hall then turned back to me.

 

"I love you Monica."

 

"I love you too, so very much, my special one."

 

She smiled and entered the bathroom.

 

 

I got dressed and started to hang thick blankets over Dana's bedroom windows. She had mentioned earlier that she didn't think she would be able to take the sun tomorrow in any shape or form. I had to cover them so that she would be able to make the call for the Haloperidol. After that I can only assume she will sleep in her bed all day. Isn't that what vampires do? Sleep all day, stay up all night.  I am exhausted myself after that session. I guess I will have to make some more coffee as soon as I finish with the windows.

 

"Well aren't you the little protector from the sun." She smiled big. 

 

"I remembered what you said earlier about it." I explained.

 

"No one could ever say you weren't thoughtful."

 

"I try" I said.

 

"I assume you will be sleeping the rest of the day, after the call."

 

"Yes, I am sure of it." She answered.

 

"Should I do the bathroom window as well? I mean do vampires get up to pee during the day?"

 

She giggled.

 

"I don't remember."

 

We finished covering the windows including the bathroom, just in case. I made another pot of coffee; it was going to be a long day. I knew I would be safe here during the day. Since Dana would sleep while the sun was up, she wouldn't be a threat. She was calm now and did not seem to be exhibiting any signs of a struggle with the hunger. She was apparently right to assume that her "release" would alleviate the turmoil.

 

"I really wish I could remember you." She spoke softly.

 

"I know, it's ok, I remember enough for the both of us."

 

"How did we meet?"

 

"Which time?"  I asked with a smile.

 

"The time that Amirah speaks of."

 

"That would be 16th century Scotland ." I answered.

 

"At first I had no memory of it either. I always felt that we were soul mates even if I didn't know why. When all of this happened with you, I started to remember in flashes at first. Then it seemed as if my memory began to come into focus and I remembered everything."

 

"So that means I still have a chance to remember all of this?" She asked.

 

"Yes, I would imagine so." I said.

 

"That is good; now please tell me the story." She replied.

 

"Well you were a midwife and because of that most people thought you were a witch. The Church would have burned you on the pyre if you had not saved the only son of the town minister, and he still greatly pondered burning you after that. It seemed as my father told me that he respected you but feared the other members of the church and was worried about loosing his position. I was born into a very wealthy and powerful family. I happened to be the favorite of my father, and that is the only reason I wasn't forced to marry. You didn't have anything to worry about since no man wanted to marry the town witch. I on the other hand was constantly pressured to marry the son of a friend of the family. He was an attractive and successful man of course, my father would have it no other way. "Only the best for his little girl." He would always say.  It broke my heart that I couldn't tell him that I was a lesbian. Could you imagine trying to come out during that time? They would have burnt the both of us. Anything the church couldn't understand they considered demonic. I had known of you and your family since I could remember. Although we traveled in different circles, I was smitten with you from the beginning."

 

"Smitten with me?" She laughed.

 

"Yes, attracted to you, whatever, do you want to hear this story or not?" I laughed.

 

"Please continue my smitten one."

 

"I watched you from a far blossom into a beautiful woman. I had a constant anxiety of you. I worried about your well being for reasons that were not clear to me at the time. There was that constant gossip about you being a witch,  I believed that was what I was worried about. I had no idea that anything like Amirah was going to come. The first time I actually came face to face with you. I was visiting my cousin Mary, who was expecting her first child. It was her husband that sent for you. I remember it  now as clear as it happened that day. You walked in so beautiful and independent. It was if the very heavens opened up and shone down upon you. Your intelligence was easily conveyed in your manner. I also had the distinct impression that you felt you needed to be your own protector. This of course was natural but at the same time when I looked at you that very moment a need rose from deep within me to protect you. You didn't seem weak or incapable of protecting yourself by any means. It was a reaction that stirred in the inner most part of my being. Our eyes locked briefly and I somehow knew I would either love you or not love at all. You smiled slightly before taking to care for Mary. It was then that I knew I must find a way to spend some time alone with you. So that is what I did. I would "accidentally" bump into you until we became friends and then eventually more. Of course at that time we had to sneak around to be together, which was very frustrating. At least now we have more freedom."

 

"We have come along way in our freedom, unfortunately we still have a long way to go."  She said thoughtfully staring off into space.

 

"I know it is a lot to ponder." I said.

 

"No...It’s not that...I started to remember more as I listened to you. I could see what you were saying. It was more vivid than just my imagination. It was almost as if I was there. It was very similar to what I experienced with Amirah, but not as sickening as the memories connected with her."

 

"I am sorry I wasn't here to stop her." I said my voice full of regret. "If only I had remembered before this happened."

 

"You have nothing to apologize for, this is not your fault. You cannot help that fact that you had no memory of it. How on earth we to know what was going to happen? “She replied.

 

"I know but I can't help feeling responsible somehow. What is the point of having a gift like mine, if it doesn't even work enough to save the woman I love?"  I asked.

 

"Maybe it does. What if this was meant to happen so that we can stop this once and for all? What if the point is that this time we win?"

 

"I hope you are right." I said. "The sun is beginning to rise; you might want to make that call."

 

She agreed and reached for the phone. She called in and made all the necessary arrangements for me to pick it up.

 

After she hung up the phone she laid back down in her now completely darkened room.

 

"Good night Moni."

 

"Good night baby."

 

I left and shut the door behind me. I went into the bathroom to brush my hair and make sure I looked somewhat decent before going out. I grabbed my purse on my way and locked the front door behind me. I made my way through the early morning work traffic to pick up the medication. I tried not to worry about how things could turn out; I keep reassuring my self that this time was going to be different. This time I wouldn't fail her; this time I would save her. I had to.

 

I arrived back at Dana’s; I let myself in and turned on her laptop. While that was booting up I put on a fresh pot of coffee and made some toast. I needed something in my stomach because of all the coffee I had been drinking.  When I finished eating I grabbed the laptop put on my glasses that I use when I have to stare at the computer for a long time. I hate them, but for some reason Dana finds them sexy. I started to research how to kill a vampire. The answers are very different according to region and time. It is very time consuming to sort through what would really work and what is just mythology. At some point I am going to need a quick nap. I need to be refreshed and at the top of my game to face Amirah. I continue to sift through page after page site after site, most of them just repeating the one before them.  Slavic cultures Ash was the preferred wood in Russia and the Baltic States, or hawthorn in Serbia with a record of oak in Silesia . Potential vampires were most often staked though the heart, though the mouth was targeted in Russia and northern Germany and the stomach in north-eastern Serbia . Piercing the skin of the chest was a way of "deflating" the bloated vampire; this is similar to the act of burying sharp objects, such as sickles, in with the corpse, so that they may penetrate the skin if the body bloats sufficiently while transforming into a revenant. Decapitation was the preferred method in German and western Slavic areas, with the head buried between the feet, behind the buttocks or away from the body. This act was seen as a way of hastening the departure of the soul, which in some cultures, was said to linger in the corpse. The vampire's head, body, or clothes could also be spiked and pinned to the earth to prevent rising. Gypsies drove steel or iron needles into a corpse's heart and placed bits of steel in the mouth, over the eyes, ears and between the fingers at the time of burial. They also placed hawthorn in the corpse's sock or drove a hawthorn stake through the legs. In a 16th-century burial near Venice , a brick forced into the mouth of a female corpse has been interpreted as a vampire-slaying ritual by the archaeologists who discovered it in 2006. Further measures included pouring boiling water over the grave or complete incineration of the body. In the Balkans a vampire could also be killed by being shot or drowned, by repeating the funeral service, by sprinkling holy water on the body, or by exorcism. In Romania garlic could be placed in the mouth, and as recently as the 19th century, the precaution of shooting a bullet through the coffin was taken. For resistant cases, the body was dismembered and the pieces burned, mixed with water, and administered to family members as a cure. In Saxon regions of Germany , a lemon was placed in the mouth of suspected vampires. It was also noted to be extremely difficult to kill the Master vampire, since their powers were stronger than their entire clan, and their clan would do anything to protect their Master. I had no idea how large Amirah's clan would be or if we would even see them since she visits Dana alone.

 

The lack of sleep must have started to take its effect. My eyes were watering and I was having great difficulty trying to concentrate. The coffee wasn't making any difference now, my body needed to recharge and rest. I laid down to take a quick nap but must have slept longer than I intended because I awoke to hand brushing my cheek. I looked up to see that Dana stood over top of me smiling.

 

"Hey baby." I said as I looked up at her coming out of a deep sleep.

 

"Hey sexy." She replied.

 

I knew she was commenting on my glasses that were still on my face.

 

“You know, I don't know why you like these so much. I hate the way they make me look." I stated.

 

"That is because you cannot see yourself the way I do."

 

"Whatever that means." I said with a laugh as I rose up off of the sofa.

 

She sat down beside me.

 

"What time is it?" I asked. I knew I must have really been out because it is now dark, and she is awake.

 

"9:30" She answered.

 

"9:30?” Holy frig, how did I sleep that late?"

 

"Your body must have needed the rest. You have been through a lot lately."

 

"I guess. Now what time to you think she will make her arrival?"

 

"I am not sure. She comes at different times. Did you have any problem getting the medicine?"

 

"No, no problem at all." I answered.

 

"You know Dana, no matter what happens tonight I will always love you."

 

"I know, and I will always love you."

 

"How sweet." A voice sneered from the dining room. I jumped to my feet. Damn it she always seems to catch us off guard.

 

"I could smell the stench of your soul all the way down the street."  She hissed, moving closer to me.  She stared at me and I suddenly felt paralyzed. I couldn't move. I was becoming afraid.

 

"I don't know how you made it through the night, but I promise you that you will not make it through this one. When are you ever going to learn that you cannot defeat me? When are you going to just give up this hopeless notion that you are anything more than just a stumbling block in the road of my happiness? To prove it to you once and for all I will have your woman right here, in front of you and there will be nothing you can do about it." She smirked.

 

She set her gaze on Dana, it was different then what she did to me, all of a sudden I could smell this light flower scent, and I distinctly knew  it was a part of how she continued to enthrall her. I wanted to kill Amirah, and yet here I was unable to move or speak.

 

"Come to me my beloved." She spoke so sweetly, unlike the way she spoke to me a few seconds earlier.

 

Dana hesitated, and then moved slowly toward her. I could see she was trying to fight it.

 

Amirah took her by the hand and drew her close to her. She placed her hand on the back of her neck and began to kiss her.

 

I couldn't stand this, I couldn't watch this. I knew she was under her spell and couldn't stop herself but I wanted to scream, I wanted to get that life sucking creature away from her.

 

Amirah started to kiss her down her neck and began to undress her.

 

I couldn't take it anymore, it was killing me.

 

The vampire started to touch her breast. I saw something flicker in Dana's eyes. I could see the inner turmoil in her expression.

 

Dana broke away from her. She reached over and grabbed her gun from behind a cushion. She put it up to her temple.

 

"If you do not release Monica I will shoot myself, not only this time, but I will do it in every life time to come. I will continue to kill myself before you can have me. Release her now, or so help me I will pull this trigger."

 

 Her hold or whatever it was broke and I fell to the ground. I carefully pulled the syringe out of my pocket. I jumped up and plunged it right into Amirah's back. She turned and hissed at me. It appeared to have no effect on her. She put her hands around my neck and started to squeeze.

 

"Stop it now let her go." Dana yelled with the gun still up to her head.

 

Amirah released me; the drug must have started to work because she fell to her knees. I look at her and snarled, "You are finished! This is over! Do you hear me? You sick mother fucker."

 

Entreatingly she reached out for Dana, and with a soft whisper implored, “My love, please do not break the ribbons of time that weave our love together."

 

Dana turned away from her, giving a slight nod of her head to me.

 

 I ran to the sofa and pulled out an axe that we had stashed there. I ran back and stood on top of her, with her last breath she moaned, "No Dana No."

 

 In one quick move I severed her head from her neck.  Wearily I looked over at Dana and noticed she had collapsed to the floor. I ran to her and found she wasn't breathing, pulling her into my arms I begged, “Breathe baby, please breathe."

 

Her eyes flew open, as she sucked in a deep breath as if her lungs had no air in them.

 

I laid my palm gently against her cheek cradling her face I gazed into her eyes and whispered, "Are you ok baby?"

 

She got up from the floor. She was still visibly shaken and stumbling she made her way to the sofa. She placed her head in her hands for quite some time before  lifting her head to speak, "It must have worked Monica, I feel like my old self again." She stated. "You did it, you broke the spell and set me free. You saved me."

 

I smiled and hugged her so tight I was afraid I might crush her.

 

"I love you." I whispered

 

"I love you too."

 

"I hate to ruin this moment, but we have a body to get rid of." I said.

 

"It is a shame that they do not turn instantly to dust when you kill them." She said wistfully.

 

We put her body into the bags that we had, we knew when we planned this that there was a good chance we would have to dispose of the body. We carried her to the furnace downstairs and burnt the body. We figured if anyone saw us they wouldn't say anything since everyone in the building liked having two FBI agents around. It helped them to feel safe.

 

We came back inside Dana's after we were finished. We sat down on the sofa with our feet stretched out on the table. Well my feet stretch out, Dana's feet didn't reach as far so they were kind of resting on the edge.

 

"Monica, I will never forget what you did for me." She said thoughtfully.

 

"I didn't really do anything. If you hadn't threatened to kill yourself, I don't know what I would have done."

 

"I am sure you would have thought of something, but I am not talking about just that. I will never forget what you did for me last night either."

 

"I only did what you needed. I would do it all again, don't realize that there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you?"

 

"Including coming back for me time and time again to save me." She smiled.

 

"It is just a shame I couldn't have done it before now."

 

"For whatever reason, maybe that is fate." She said taking my hand and looking deep into my eyes. "Besides, you did it tonight."

 

I didn't answer her. I didn't know what to say. I smiled at her.

 

 It was finally over. I was not sure what the future held for the both of us, what the next lives would hold, but I was thankful that I was given the chance to find out.

 

 

The End