Monday, February 20, 2017

Three Lovers on the Grift - 1

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble."

"It's 'Double, double', and that's not the kind of trio we want anyways."

"Beats the hell out of sitting around knitting and snipping as the Fates." Vaughn chuckled.

"Or singing 'Tom Dooley'."

"Good gods no! We need to come up with something sexy."

"Says the only female in the group."

Page frowned at Nigel. "What's wrong with sexy?"

Holding up his hands in surrender, Nigel told her, "Not a damned thing, if it weren't for the fact that you'd want us dressed in next to nothing."

She grinned sweetly. "Now would I do that?"

"In a heartbeat," Vaughn said from the computer. Turning back to it, he suggested, "We can take our cue from the movie and be 'The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly'."

"Only if you do 'Ugly'," Nigel told him with a laugh, going to look over his shoulder at the screen. "There. 'Ready, Willing, and Able'."

"How the hell would we do that?”," Page asked from Vaughn's other side. Tapping the screen with its list of trios, she pointed to the song title ‘Sex, drugs, and rock and roll’

"Arthur, Lancelot, and Guinevere."

Nigel nodded. "Now that one I could live with."

"Me too," Vaughn agreed, "and it works. We've got a week to get it together before the gala."

"Then find us the best costume shop in the city," Page told him, "while I go get ready for this afternoon's little jaunt."

Nigel grinned. "You could go like that. It would definitely be a diversion."

"Not the kind we need." She patted his nearly naked ass as she headed to their bedroom to get dressed.

Vaughn tilted his head back to look up at Nigel, chuckling in amusement. "You'd have her walking around like that twenty-four/seven if you had your way."

"Wouldn't you?" Nigel dropped a kiss on Vaughn's lips and then sighed. "I guess we all need more clothes than we're wearing at the moment."

"You especially. Don't forget—"

"I won't, I won't."

Saturday, February 18, 2017

(100) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir


One word. It all comes back. I shake my head in denial.

"I murdered him."

"Who, baby?" Del's eyes widen in question. "Who?"

"Him." The story spills out as if telling it will free me from the guilt. As I tell it I pace. Afraid to look at them.

When I finish Lenny sighs. "I did wonder if you were responsible. I heard he'd been killed. He was a good man."

"But you said nothing." I turn to stare at him then lower my gaze. I feel my guilt deeply, still.

He spreads his hands in acceptance of my words. "I was torn between telling you what I thought, not knowing how you'd react, and leaving you as you were so there'd be one less slayer of my kind taking up his sword against us." 

Pete puts in his own two cents worth. "Trev, you were only doing what you're programmed to do."

"Fuck that. No one should leave their morals behind. Do you, Pete? Do you go out and kill whoever you're pointed at, with no thought about whether they deserve it not?"

He blows out a long breath. "I used to. Then Vik showed me that wasn't right." He stares at me hard. "Maybe this was your awakening, Trevor, or the second one. The more crucial one. You've already accepted that Vik's one of the good guys, even though he is a Vampyre. Now you've met two more. Unfortunately, you had to kill one of them before the lesson really sank in."

I run my hands through my hair and clasp them behind my head. Nod as I think about what he said. "Hell of a way to learn something isn't it?"

Del has been listening. Now he asks. "How did the accident happen? Were you..." He hesitates.

"Trying to kill myself? I don't know, Del." I say, more to myself than him, "I don't know. I was riding blind. Running from what I'd done and the guilt I felt. From the realization of what I am."

"What you were," Del says adamantly.

"We don't know that. Yeah, I feel like the lowest thing crawling right now, but who's to say that the next time I run into a Vampyre I won't do the same thing again. Pete's right. I was programmed to kill them from the day I was born. It's been all that I am. The reason for my existence."

"Then change, Trevor." Lenny approaches. Puts his hand on my arm. "I can't stress this strongly enough. We are not all the enemy." He smiles slightly, "Although many of us are, unfortunately. We're like any species. There are good and bad. With Vampyres the bad ones out number the good by a lot, I'm afraid. We're predators, humans are our prey. That's the way it is and the way it's perceived by too many of my kind."

"And those are the ones I have to destroy. But how do I know? How do I decide which one should live and which should die?"

"The same way Pete does." Del looks between us. "You study them. You don't believe what you've been told about one until you've checked for yourself."

Lenny agrees. "It won't be easy, Trevor. I know, if you're like most Dhampir, that you spend your nights out and about searching for Vampyres. Ninety percent of the time it will be obvious from their actions that they deserve to die. But if you feel even the slightest doubt, hold back. Find their lair, their home—and then wait. See if they kill or if they just feed. Hell, I don't have to give you the details. You're more than aware of what's what. Just don't let your hatred be your guide line."

"I'm going to try. I owe that much to you and Vik and most of all, to the one I murdered in cold blood."

Del takes my hands in his. "I'll be there with you. I'll..."

"Smack him up side the head if he screws up?" Pete laughs.

"Yes, that too." Del grins. And then says to me, "I love you, so I'm going to make certain that you don't go off the deep end again, for both our sakes."

"I love you, too." I realize that's the truth. I tip his chin up. Kiss him gently. He wraps his arms around me. Returns it.

I hear Pete ask Lenny. "Can they use your bedroom?"

Break the kiss to glare at him. Then grin. "We'll wait till we get home." 

I go over to Lenny. My arm still around Del. I'm not letting go of him just yet. "I don't know how to thank you. You saved my life in more ways than one. I'll never forget that, as I'm your enemy, you had every right to kill me—and didn't."

"What you have to remember is that we're all of us human." He waggles his hand. "So to speak. We have the same scruples, good or bad, as anyone else. Keep that in mind from now on and you'll do well, Trevor." He actually hugs me then. "I'm glad we met. If you're ever in the neighborhood again, stop in. All right?"

"I will. You're good people, especially," I grin, "for a Vampyre."

"You're not too bad either—for a Dhampir."

"One who's learned a big lesson that I won't forget." I take Del's hand, holding it tight. "Let's go home."

The End

Thursday, February 16, 2017

(99) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir

Outside the cabin, he listens. There are two men in there. They sound...familiar. What does the one mean by his question?

He frowns. Does he know them? Do they know him?

Hesitantly, he opens the door.

"Trev!" The smaller one starts towards him.

He looks at him with no recognition.

The smile on his face turns to worry. "Trev, it's me. Del."

"Del?" Something sparks in his eyes. Then dies. He looks at Lenny.

"These are friends of yours. Del and Pete. They've been searching for you and now it looks like they've found you."

"Del. Pete." He tests the names. Shakes his head. "I'm sorry, I...I don't remember."

Del steps closer. Reaches to take his hand. "It's alright, baby. We'll help you remember. We just have to get you home and then you'll see. It'll all come back to you, I promise."

"Where is 'home'?"

"New Orleans, the French Quarter. Your house there." Del smiles tentatively. "Ring any bells?"

He frowns deeply. "No. I wish it did."

Pete comes over. "Don't try to force it, Trevor. Do you remember anything at all?"

"I know how to use a sword, strangely enough, but I have no clue why. Or why I had one with me. And once in a while some word or another triggers something but then it's gone again." He sighs. "I guess I must have done something horrible. Or at least that's the theory we came up with." He looks at Lenny. "Something my mind won't let me remember so it's blocking everything."

Pete glances at Lenny. "Did he hit his head in the crash?"

"Yep, and lots of other body parts too." He chuckles. "He was a real mess when I found him, but nothing broken or I might have taken him to the hospital anyway."

"Why didn't you?"

"I think you know."

"What do they know? And why did he…Del, ask you if I knew what you were? What are you?"

No one speaks for a moment. Del and Pete look at Lenny. Finally Del says, "Tell him."

"I'm a Vampyre."

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

(98) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir

Lenny looks at Pete. "You don't smell like a ghoul, despite telling me you're his lover."

Pete snorts. "Why do all of you assume that because I have a Vampyre lover I must be a ghoul? He's never even suggested that he drink from us, as much as we might want him to."

"We? How many of you are there? And why would you want him to unless..." Lenny's eyes spark with understanding. "You want to be blood bound to him. Not as his ghouls but as more."

"Yeah." Pete nods as he glances at Del, perched on the arm of the sofa listening. He looks back at Lenny. "And there are only two of us." He chuckles. "Though some people would think that's one too many."

"Most humans would think it's two too many." Lenny shakes his head in indignation. "What do you think you will get from a blood bond?"

"Well, better sex for one thing." Pete grins then sobers. "There are stories of what it can mean, most of which are probably fairy tales. But to be honest, all either of us want is the total commitment from him that he's been unwilling to give."

"Pete!" Del looks at him in surprise. "You don't think he's committed? From what I've seen you're dead wrong."

"I know he loves us, Del. But if we bond with him it becomes deeper than love."

Lenny nods. "You will become more aware of all of his emotions. You will know when he's in trouble or in pain and the same for him. He'll know where you are at all times and will come to you if you need him. You will also gain strength and become more attractive to other humans. You'll be healthier and heal faster. But be aware, Pete, you will also crave the taste of his blood and will sicken if you go too long without it. If he dies, then in time so will you from lack of it. Being blood bound is not something to take lightly. It's not to be used as an aphrodisiac."

"If he dies, why would I want to keep living? I love him."

"For Mychael." Del gives him a 'duh' look.

"He has a valid point, since there are three of you involved." Lenny frowns. "Are you hoping he will eventually turn you?"

"Hell no! I've seen what his life is like. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

Lenny laughs. "It's not all bad. There are perks, as I'm sure you're aware. But like you, I really wouldn't wish it on any but my worst enemies."

Del gets up. Goes to the window to look out. "Where is he?"

"Patience, Del, sometimes it's late before he returns."

He turns. "Does he know what you are?"

Sunday, February 12, 2017

(97) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir

"I don't believe you. You'd have said that in the first place if it was true." The kid's eyes flash angrily. "Go in and tell him Del's here."

"Now Del, why would I want to go and do that even if he was here? If he wanted to see you, he'd have let you know."

Del looks at him with shock on his face. "If he could have, he would have, I know it. You have no idea what we've been through together, how much I love him and he loves me because of that." He walks up to Lenny. Pokes a finger in his chest. "Let me see him. Now."

Lenny laughs softly. Looks down at him. "You got gumption, for your size, I'll give you that. If you want to take a look, be my guest. There's no one here but me."

He leads them to the cabin. Opens the door. Stands aside while they enter.

"Pete?" Del looks up at him.

"I'll look. You keep our surly host company." He does. Searches the cabin. Steps out of the bathroom to look at Lenny. "Do you always use two toothbrushes?"

Lenny doesn't bat an eye. "For my lady friend."

Del shakes his head. "No. No 'lady friend'. No woman would let this place look like it does. There's no feminine touches here at all."

"Are you calling me a liar, kid?"

"Yes." Del stares at him defiantly. "Maybe I'm just a…a kid, as you put it, but I know. I remember how my mom was." He walks to the kitchen. "Look at this, no woman would let you get away with having only what's here. Not if she was at all involved with you. Involved enough to have her own toothbrush. I bet the bathroom's just as bad." He comes back. Stops in front of Lenny arms akimbo. "When's he due back?"

Lenny sighs. Glances at Pete who just shrugs.

"He doesn't know who he is, or what he is."

Del's eyes widen. "You know?"

Lenny moves around her. Sits on the edge of the sofa. "I've run into his kind before. I make it my business to know who my enemies are."

"But let him live. You did, didn't you? You're not playing some cruel joke on me."

If Lenny's surprised Del knows what he is, he doesn't show it. "Not all of us are evil, Del, no matter what he's told you. He's alive. He'll probably be back soon."

Pete comes around the sofa. Looks down at Lenny. "Believe me we know there are good, decent Vampyres, and Trevor knows that as well. My lover is one and he's a friend of his, as well."