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"Immortality hosts but one truth. Nothing escapes death." - Lunar The Arcane Master of Earth
"So Miss Kendall, do you mind telling me what all that was about?" "Umm. You know, I don't know myself." Tamara mentioned still startled. "It was as if I was about to explode." "Explode?!? What? Like a balloon?" "No. More like a bunch of good news and bad news trying to escape me all at once, and my body had no idea how to deal with that." "Oh," whispered Jarred. He caught a glimpse of the deep soft pools of her eyes. Tamara on the other hand, still woozy from her fascination, could feel the heat emanating from his body. Her breath was cut short by the sudden flashes of desire she had experienced. Still he stared into her eyes, they glisten. He swore he could see past them, viewing her very soul. There he found the words she wanted to say. "I want you" they spoke from within her soft and silky skin. "How would it feel if I gently rubbed my lips against hers?" he thought. "Honey could never be as sweet," he thought again. The two stood as if they were twenty feet apart, eating each other up with their stares. Tamara begins to get light headed, so quickly she opens up and breaks the nothing. "Tell me Detective, why do you want to know how I feel anyway?" "Who reports on the reporters? I was merely acting as a concerned public servant; I was being a gentleman," Jarred rattles semi-convincingly. "A concerned public servant?" Tamara says swiftly in return. "Yes. Your being very attractive is merely coincidental. I mean, beauty has her way, but you have any path you choose." Tamara pushes the Detective's flattering words to the side, calms herself, and begins to reiterate her purpose on the crime scene. "Detective, do you know who I am?" "Yes. You're Tamara Kendall, news reporter Channel 3 Eye‑Witness News. What kind of question is that? You act as if I've never met you." "You haven't met me Mr. DeMarcus. You've spoken to me professionally. However, the correct answer is... I am not some glossy‑eyed little seventeen‑year‑old, that you can make like you in twenty seconds or less. I don't appreciate you coming over here and pushing up to me with some lame pick‑up line. If you want to know me, introduce yourself accordingly," she says, pushing Jarred away. "Well excuse me for helping you out of an extremely embarrassing situation. I could have let you scream until someone took a good look at you with a television camera. Perhaps by then you would have been ready to pass out, and they could have broadcast you a new career as a piss poor anchorman." "Anchor‑person." "Whatever." "What are you trying to say?!?" "That you are acting ungrateful!" "I am not." "Well what would you call it?" he paused with his hand to his ear, waiting to be exposed to a new excuse. "It does not matter what I think Detective." "Oh, but it does matter Tamara. Your blood will heal the thirsting desire that I need very much right now." "What?!?" she spouts. Then like a blackboard, her mind is blank. Tamara's body is lying in wait for Jarred to consume it. His figure to her changes in shape; his appearance completely altered. He is J'Arrad now. The living vampire within the man before her. From ten feet away the fangs of fate start toward Tamara; her wait almost over. He is coming to love her, he is coming to make her whole; he is coming closer, closer and closer. "Take me!" she yells. "Jarred?!?" A voice calls from extremely close to him, but this time from behind. He stops. "Who is it?" he thinks. "Here's your Snickers." "Janet!" He turns quickly with a smile. "Hey! What took you so long?" The image of himself as J'Arrad is unseen by the beautiful Highway Patrol Officer. Simply cast as an illusion toward an untrained eye. "C'mon Jay, Virginia Beach traffic this early in the morning. It took me a whole five minutes to buy the Snickers at the Seven‑Eleven. The rest of the time was waiting in traffic to buy the damn thing." "Hey it builds character." J'Arrad adds. "Actually Jay, it made me extremely horny." Her body motions mimic her thoughts and are used to graphically become living illustrations to her statement. It is apparent... she is sexually aroused. "Jan ‑ calm yourself down, before you get us in trouble. Oh shit!" he thinks again. "My charm. I forgot to cancel the seductive embrace." "Jan. Jan just ‑‑ Jan look at me." He moves her head, but her eyes are closed. She is lost; moaning out of control. "Jan you have to look at me for this to work!" He pulls her closer and whispers into her ear, "This is still new to me, I can't control this yet. You gotta look at me." "Holding that king‑sized Snickers in my hands. So long and hard." Her body language continues its dance. "Mmm. Just knowing that it could melt in my hands and I could smear it all over my body, for you to ‑ mmmh ‑ lick it off me." "Aaa... Janice." He panned the area looking for anyone watching this scenario. Surprising enough to him, no one was even concerned with what was happening. Janice could feel the chocolate begin to grow soft in her hand. Slowly she lowers her head toward the long, thick, sticky, sweet object within her grasp, and peels it away from its wrapper. She licks it, raising her looks up to meet with J'Arrad's dark brown eyes. A lone bead of sweat runs down his brow and slowly, the pink tip of his tongue, trespass across the outer lines of his lips. Janice mirrors the same, and licks the candy bar again, but this time with the bulk of her tongue and from the bottom of the now completely naked chocolate favorite. Her thighs grow slick with moisture. She feels the tiny hairs of her stomach align and tense with passion. Jarred's breath becomes heavy with seduction. He doesn't want any trouble, but when Janice jumps up onto him wrapping her legs around his waist; whispering softly "I want you inside me," he knew it was time to relocate their position. At least until he could gain control of his powers again. "There's nowhere to go to around here." J'Arrad whispers back. In a remembered vision, he could recall a time when the two of them would not have cared about the who's, what's, and where ats? They were in lust and didn't worry about the little things like 'Public Indecent Exposure'. They had been arrested a number of times on that charge. POOF! His flashback is interrupted, by Janice blowing into his ear. "Over there Jay," she pointed to one of the many park restrooms. It is only about a half a block away from the crime scene. "Now?" "Yes," she nods. "Okay, but you have to walk there on your own. I'm not gonna carry you over there." "No problem, Sugah‑daddy... I'll walk." Seductively Janice struts in her State Highway Patrolman's uniform over to the meeting place. Shortly after her dismount, Jarred followed grabbing a 'Police Limit' tape roll off of a nearby patrol car. "This may come in handy." Tamara's activities during J'Arrad's ordeal with Officer Anderson, have turned into that of a copy cat. J'Arrad hadn't notice that Tamara was pantomiming every uttered word, movement, and feeling that Janice motioned toward. Mocking completely every detail, they were 'Corsican' by any given example, they were feeling and doing the exact same thing at the very same time. J'Arrad had no clue that the two of them would be linked by the same seductive trance, he was still slowly learning his 'new' found abilities. The spell in which he had bestowed originally upon Tamara, had somehow linked itself to Janice. This was causing a loop effect to occur, and Tamara teasing herself erotically, was beginning to draw a crowd. Detective DeMarcus arrived at the outside lavatory. He noticed Janice was completely out of her uniform. He got the idea that she would be because of the trail of clothing left like a bread crumb path that had led him to her. Sprawling in wait, she sat upon a semi‑cleaned sink ensemble. Softly she spoke, "Come on over here and give me what I need." She was tasty. J'Arrad thought continuously. Her breast glistened. Beads of sweat mixed with sprinkled water, merged together like the forbidden dance. Calling him. He felt his own form of magic was backfiring. "This cannot be. I control my own destiny," he whispers to himself. Repeatedly, the perspiration on Janice's body raced down her neck to her thighs. He could see the want she had for him, as she excited herself. Her back arches. His heart pounds. "I can't believe this, I have to resist my own charm." J'Arrad found himself closer to Janice. His struggle, lasting all of about five seconds, broke down making him lick her neck. "I must ignore this spell," he thinks, slowly breathing down and around her curves. The body heat from her soul calls and beckons for his touch. His tongue extended, begins to glide easily on her erotic form, stimulating each and every area as he licks. Janice likes this. "I want you so much." J'Arrad spoke mildly; struggling to resist the temptation. His manhood slowly rises and tightens with anticipation. Unknown, but familiar regions of his soul cry out for release. Just when he thought he could no longer hold back, Janice reaches for him in desperation. "I want you too Jay and there's no one else around." Their bodies collide. Their passion explodes like the hot bursts of energy, deep from within the Sun, as their lips, tongues, hands and souls pull to be one. They taste, they suck, but it is not enough. Janice doesn't realize the animalistic growls that arose from the bowels of her throat until J'Arrad made his. "AAAAHH!!" J'Arrad is thrown backward. The pain has returned. "~FEED!~" he hears in his mind. "~Feed or I will come forth and feed you myself! You cannot ignore the fact of what you are Jarred. You are only what I allow you to be.~" the subconscious voice threatened. "I cannot feed on her! I have to be satisfied with some pleasures of the flesh, or I will go insane trying to separate my life from you!" "~It is too late, I hunger.~" "NOOOOOO!!! I will not let you!" J'Arrad yells, controlling his body trying not to transform automatically. "~You don't have a choice.~" "She is ready for me." J'Arrad unbuckling his pants allows for a glimpse of his manhood to show through the boxers he is wearing. She reaches out to it. It is warm and hard, but it has no pulse. She doesn't care so much about the pulse. Freeing it, she directs it to her tunnel of life. She moans, "Give it to me Jay, please." Janice twirls it all around her southern set of kissables, teasing him with a chance for pleasure. "Do you want this?" The cold, hard sink against her hot, moist skin, intensifies the moment. The edge of the countertop provides the soft gentle curves of her buttocks passionate comfort. The thought of J'Arrad plunging into the inner-most regions of her need is too much to hold back. He slinks around her body like a panther stalking its prey. His eyes narrow at the sight of her reflection in the multi-mirrored, porcelain finished area of the outside bathroom. His reflection is not there. He is truly in his 'vampire mode', with no sign of Jarred in sight. Before Janice can react, J'Arrad pounces onto her. She screams with passion, clawing and ripping at J'Arrad's clothes like a wild cat in heat. There are no verbal responses, but she gasps every time he thrusts into her love tunnel. She is an antique steam radiator with a constant leak. Steadily he motions back and forth. With passion sweeping them both off their feet, they were enjoying a taste of ecstasy. Outside, the crowd grows larger and more are gathering around Tamara. Her trance still in effect. "Give it to me Jay, please." Tamara softly spoke, in a sort of whispered command. "To visually inspect a person making love alone can fuck with your hormones," one police Sergeant said, grabbing himself. Women began to protest, some look away, but some, like the men, oo'd and ah'd at the sight in front of them. Others were wishing to be the Jay she was referring to. Back at the park restroom J'Arrad felt he could no longer take the sexual torture of Janice's nails raking across his back. Her hands now beneath his shirt, while his tongue ran down the silken curves of her throat. The taste of salt and sex is driving him to the brink of madness. The beast within him rages. She wants more, she needs more. J'Arrad's lips then sucks the sprouting buds of her breasts. Janice's head rolls back to allow him better access. He takes advantage of her new arched position, and lightly rolled his tongue across her soft buds, suckling like a newborn child. This motion carries him to the valley between her breasts. There, he savors the pungent taste of her body, slowly making his way to her flower of life, by way of her stomach. His tongue is indeed going to work overtime today. He lowers his manhood from her inner nectar, continuing his tingling trail with his mouthy organ. Her legs lifting slowly into the air, open like a rose covered with morning dew, and as a bee would to pollen, J'Arrad started to suck the nectar from her pedals. She moans, but it is not a voice she recognizes, yet, it is her own. J'Arrad's eyes, during the pleasure drive, momentarily catch a glimpse of her jugular vein. It is just as sexy. He closes his eyes tightly and starts lapping even more. He lifts his head and glides his lips up her body, barely touching her with his gentle warm breezes. His manhood still alive with stamina, lightly, in one smooth thrust, parts her moist, pink, sexual lips. She whales a soft howl. Each sensual kiss was driving her to the point of no return. The pulsating and throbbing made her cry out for more. "Yes, yes." she moaned a little louder. First fast, then slow. Then fast, then slow. Then fast, then slow. Every stroke painting a masterpiece of pleasure. Tamara's body as the others watched, seemed to beg and whine in desire. Again and again, white hot pleasure explodes before their very eyes. She looks as if she can take no more. She cannot hold onto what she wants most... satisfaction. Even though, she did not need it, by what the crowd viewed. She is satisfied. Janice's body begins to shake even harder, she is about to erupt. Every nerve on end beckons and courses through all three candidates. Twenty minutes elapse and the crimes of passion seem to slow their roll. Their crescendo of sexual lust had reached its peak. J'Arrad could feel the white heat of his excitement, pushing him to the limits. All participants in this odd threesome were sweating, highlighted to the point of exploding erotically. With one final plunge, his seed on end to spill forth, Janice and Tamara's bodies contracting their special muscle, milking to receive every drop of pleasure from his body and shaking with anticipation..... stopped. J'Arrad had pushed away from Janice's grip. "I can wait no longer." He says soundly. "What?? Please let's keep going." "I can't. I don't want to hurt you." "It won't hurt you, it will feel good. I promise." "I know, and I let myself fall into my own spell. Now it might be too late to find someone else." "Just come over here Jay, you don't have to go." "If you only knew the whole story Jan." "Are you worried about me getting pregnant?? It's okay Jay. I can't get pregnant, remember?" "That's not it. I need you more than you know." "I want you too. That's what we are doing here I thought, you know, enjoying one another." "Stop it Janice!" he belts, then pauses, "You have to leave now, I don't want you to die." "First of all, I'm naked and I won't die. I just can't have kids. Well, not since the merger." "Enough! You are leaving me no choice! He looks in the mirror at the reflection of the other monster inside of himself. Janice is talking to him, but he cannot hear her as he is telepathically screaming at it in anger. Killing Beast you are not giving me a choice again!" J'Arrad dropping to the ground, curses the skies from his knees. "DAMN YOU BEAST! I CAN'T MOVE FAST ENOUGH TO GET AWAY FROM YOU, CAN I?!? MUST YOU CLAIM EVERY BREATH FROM MY PAST!?! MY MOTHER. MY FATHER. MY BROTHER. MY LOVE!" an aura consumes J'Arrad's body and the charm‑like bond between the two women temporarily breaks. His concentration blown. "I HATE WHAT YOU HAVE MADE ME!!!" Large talons extend rapidly from his fingertips. "I AM NO LONGER A VAMPIRE! I AM... A... MONSTER!!" "~It won't be long now.~" He hears. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" J'Arrad bellows. The link between Janice and Tamara reestablishes, and a somewhat dazed Officer Anderson sees her lover changing into something on the restroom floor. "GGERRRAAHHH!! NO! If... SHE IS TO DIE... it will be by my hand! NOT YOURS!" "~We've been through this before vampire, you won that time... but now you waste your breath. I am already here!~" [KERR‑RAASHHHH!] The lights and mirrors in the small room explode and glass shards dance everywhere. Normal visual acuity drops to zero. Janice has been cut several times and there is no movement from J'Arrad or Tamara. "What was that?" another Anchorman blurts. Several heads turn toward the explosive noise, but return after Tamara's scream reminds them that the exotic show nearest to them might be a better story for the masses. There is little to no light in the park restroom where J'Arrad and Janice are and Janice manages to find the edge of the sink nearest to her to pull herself up to her feet. She is in intense pain, but her secret love for the Detective shadows her own injuries and she is concerned for the one she cares for most in this world. "Jarred? Jarred are you still there," she whispers, "It's dark in here and I think I've been cut." She waits, but there is no response. Roughly feeling over herself, she realizes that there are shards of glass and mirror embedded into her body. Her pant becomes relevant. She is bleeding profusely. "Jay I am cut, and I'm bleeding... badly it feels like. I have to get to a doctor before I bleed to death. Jarred??" Still there is only silence. "Oh God, I hope you are alright. Jarred, I'm going to get help for you. If you can hear me, just stay put, okay? Okay baby? I'll be right back." Janice struggling to get to the door of the restroom, walks in pain across the floor. She is crying for herself and for her lover. Is he dead? Will she ever see him again? Will she live to help him? Yes. The light is growing a little brighter as she tries not to fall. Being ever so careful to avoid the glass on the tile, she bumps into something solid, "Jarred?" It feels warm, then it breathes and as she blinks a talon courses through her body. Blood splatters on the nearby ceiling and walls. Her cry is uniform with Tamaras scream. Outside, Tamaras sexually active body drops exhausted to the ground. With sweat drenching off her, sitting idle in a small, muddy, self-made pond, she exhales once more. Then passes out. There is a pause. The crowd cheers. █ To be continued next time... █
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