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"Okay..." I scrambled through the window looking for what had to be the very tall ladder he was standing on. There was no ladder. What the heck was he standing on?

Jean-Claude put his arms around me and pulled me the rest of the way through the window. "I've got you," he said.
Yeah ... but in the words of Lois Lane, Who's got you?
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I closed my eyes, expecting us to crash to the ground at any second, but then I felt as though we were climbing higher. I opened my eyes. We were higher. We were flying!

Holy crap—what a kick!
"We're flying," I yelled.

"A keen observation," he said with a dry chuckle. I held him tight, my face pressed to his neck, my eyes almost bugging out of my head as we hovered over the Delano mansion. "There is just one thing I must do before we leave,"

he said, our feet touching down on the balcony outside Delano's study.
With a small gesture from his hand, the French doors crashed inwards, wood and glass spraying into the room.

"What the
fuck
?" Both Brett and Delano gaped in total shock as Jean-Claude strode towards them. Brett reached for his gun but was suddenly sent spinning across the room, landing with a grunt of pain against the wall, where he lay unconscious in a crumpled heap.

"You!" Delano stared at Jean-Claude, hatred streaming from his eyes. "How dare you enter my home?"
"I dare," Jean-Claude replied, "because it is time for you to learn the error of your ways."
"You would judge me?" Delano rasped. "You ... sodomite!"

"I am much more than that." Jean-Claude smiled, and before Delano's horrified eyes—and I have to admit, mine too—his fangs extended as his smile evaporated and was replaced by a silent snarl of anger.

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the desk, Jean-Claude hoisted Delano into the air as if he weighed no more than a child of three.

In all my wildest imaginings, I could never have conjured a vision of Jean-Claude as he appeared now. Right before my eyes, my gentle lover had transformed himself into the monster who now held Delano in a death grip, his sharp fangs only inches from Delano's jugular.

"Jean-Claude," I gasped. "No."
His head whipped in my direction. Releasing Delano from his grasp, he let the stricken preacher slump to the floor.

"Do not worry, Ron," he said, his face once more composed and beautiful. "I would not extend this man's life by one more minute." He walked towards me and took my hand. "Come, we must go now."

 

Still shaking from the scene I had just witnessed, I let him lead me onto the balcony. With a gentle smile, he wrapped his arms around me, and I clung to him as we soared into the cool night sky.

* * * *
As we landed on the balcony of his apartment, he kept his arms about me and nuzzled my neck with his lips.
"I must apologise for letting you see the darker side of me," he said softly. "I have more powers than I've led you to believe."

I hugged him to me. "I think it was worth it, just to see Delano get his. By the way..." A sudden thought occurred to me. "How did you manage to get into Delano's study? I thought you had to be invited."

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"I had already been in Delano's home. Young Jerry invited me there on our first meeting."
"Oh ... right." I nodded then winced as his hand touched the place where Brett had pounded me.
"They hurt you."
"It's nothing you can't fix."
I followed him into his living room, where a bundle of white fur lay, completely at home, on his couch. "Felicia ...
how...?"
"When you didn't arrive after saying you'd be right over,"

he explained, "I went to your apartment and discovered you had been abducted. There were signs of a struggle, wet puddles on the floor—and poor Felicia in a state of fear. I calmed her and brought her here."

 

"Thanks. But how did you know where I was? I thought you said you couldn't read thoughts."

 

"I can when those I love are in danger. Your thoughts came to me, loud and clear as a clarion call." His eyes grew dark as he looked at me sternly. "Ron, what you did today was foolish—brave, but foolish. The one good thing is that you got Jerry out of his father's house."

"You know all that?"
"Your mind was filled with it as I searched for you." He kissed me tenderly. "What am I to do with you?" he murmured against my lips. "Spank me?" I suggested, kissing him back.
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"Mmm ... but think of the fun we'd have after."
"I am thinking of that," he said, his voice husky with desire.
"Can I use your shower first?" I asked. "I feel skuzzy after dealing with those dirt-bags."
"Of course." He gave me a little smile. "Would you mind if I joined you?"
"Mind? I'd love it," I said, pawing at his shirt buttons.
In a flash, we were both naked, standing in the shower, warm water pouring down on us. All right! Serious powers he hadn't bothered to mention.

I held him, bare skin pressed to bare skin, warm flesh, made slick by soap and water, moving in a sensuous rhythm born of need and desire. His tender lips on mine told me of his love for me, while the erection I felt throbbing against my leg, signalled his desire.

I would have been content to stay holding him for eternity, my arms around him, my hands caressing and stroking the silky smooth skin that covered his taut, sleek body. Every part of me hummed with desire for him. He was everything I wanted and more. And the greatest thing was that I felt as if all the sensations he created in me were also manifested in him. I wanted nothing more than that—well, maybe just a little more.

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live within me and I within him. As if in answer, with a murmured entreaty, he gently turned me around in his embrace, so that his throbbing cock was pressed between the cleft of my buttocks.

"Oh yes," I whispered, grasping the pulsing muscle in my hand and guiding it into my warm, slick depths. He filled me with his man flesh, and the feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. Wrapped in his arms, his lips thrilling the flesh on the nape of my neck and my shoulders, I leaned back into the strength of his powerful thrusts, matching the slow, sensuous rhythm he'd begun. My body arched in ecstasy as his hand found my throbbing erection.

Don't let this ever end
, I thought.
Let this moment live forever, let nothing come between this fusion of our bodies, minds and spirits.
I groaned and pushed harder against him, grinding my butt into his crotch, trying to take in every centimetre of his long, hard cock. He gasped my name in my ear, and then he whispered, "I love you, Ron. I love you."

 

That did it. My orgasm wracked my body, wrenching streams of cum from me that splattered across the tile walls of the shower. His own climax followed almost immediately, and I bore down on him as he filled me with the red-hot blast of his semen.

"Oh God," I murmured, collapsing against him as he covered my neck and face with his sweet, sweet kisses. "I think I just saw Heaven." He chuckled in my ear and nibbled at my earlobe. "My wonderful Ron."
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We stood very still for a long time, still joined as one, content to stay that way, letting the warm shower water cascade gently down on us. After all, we were in no rush.

Whatever was out there, good, bad or plain indifferent, could just wait.
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Epilogue
You'll be glad to know this story has a happy ending—two happy endings actually, as you will see.

I called Barney from Jean-Claude's the following day, and he told me he'd taken Jerry to the police station to make a formal complaint against his father, based on the physical abuse he had suffered at his father's hands and those of his henchmen. A warrant for the Reverend's arrest had been issued, and several police officers were on their way to the Delano residence even as we spoke. Yeah!

"Don't forget to watch the news tonight," he said, with a deal of relish. "The media's got wind of it. How, I can't imagine..." I chuckled. "Yeah, isn't that amazing. By the way, how're you and Jerry getting along?"

"Aw, he's just so great, Ron. I know it's crazy, the way we met and all, but I can't tell you how
connected
we both feel in such a short time. I didn't think it was possible to feel so ...

so..."
"In love?" I finished the sentence for him. "It can happen, Barney."
"Right. I guess that's it. I'm in love with him, Ron. Really in love with him. Crazy, huh?"
"Not so crazy, Barney. He's a lucky guy."
"I'm the lucky one. He's just so incredible. You should see him when he—"
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"Okay, Barney," I interrupted what I felt was going to be way too much information. "Go tell him that, not me. I'll talk to you soon. Bye." I put the phone down and smiled across the room at Felicia. "Your Uncle Barney's gone gaga," I told her, and she started to purr happily.

I walked into the darkened bedroom where Jean-Claude lay in his vampire sleep. I stood for a time by his bedside, just gazing at him, mesmerised as always, by his beauty. The memory of the transformation I had seen up close the day before had begun to recede, thanks to Jean-Claude's whispered assurances that I had nothing to fear from him. All night, we had talked, made love and talked some more until the first grey light of dawn had appeared.

We had talked of the future—our future together. He was cautious at first, taking great pains to lay it all out, so there would be few, if any, surprises in store for me. He drank from me, and I from him, allowing me to again feel the incredible rush of vampire blood coursing through my veins. We would take it easy for a time, he'd said, holding me close, so that I might gently feel my way into this new life.

There are obstacles to overcome, of course, Jean-Claude's aversion to daylight and his need for human blood being the two biggies, but I'm sure we can manage. After all, it's not like he's the only vampire around. LA has quite a community of bloodsuckers—not counting people like Delano and his ilk.

Delano's arrest on TV was quite a sight. Jean-Claude and I watched with a degree of satisfaction as the Reverend and his cronies were led out of his mansion, surrounded by TV

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of himself, babbling on about vampires taking over the world.

Whatever credibility he had left with his fans went out the window after that statement. Barney was there and, on camera, popped Brett on the jaw when the jerk tried to resist arrest. I knew my butch ex-boyfriend had been praying for that opportunity. I saw his lips move as he bent over Brett's prone form, and I knew he was saying, "That's for what you did to Jerry."

Ah, justice ... sometimes it really does work. Jean-Claude switched off the television and smiled at me.
"Feels good, huh," I said, taking his hand in mine.

"What feels even better is having you here with me," he said, raising my hand to his lips. He looked at me from those dark blue eyes, and I shivered as I always did when he gazed at me that way.

"What?" I whispered.
"We are about to have company."
"We are? Who?" I heard a gentle knock at the door.
"You may enter," Jean-Claude said, getting to his feet.
"Wait ... you don't know who it is," I hissed, jumping to my feet.
"I know."
The door swung open, and I gasped at the sight of the two men who stood, side by side, in the doorway.

One was tall, with eyes as green as emeralds and dark curly hair framing a face that would leave most male Hollywood stars grinding their teeth in envy. The other, about a head shorter, blond, sweet-faced and smiley. No, they weren't wearing red lined capes or anything like that, in fact, 103

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they were casually dressed in jeans and tee shirts, but I knew immediately what they were.

"Marcus," Jean-Claude said, embracing his friend. "And Roger ... we have not met, but I feel I know you already." He turned to me. "This is Ron. My lover."

 

I stood staring at them like a dummy for a long moment, suddenly terribly aware that I was the only mortal in the room—alone with three vampires. Three very attractive and friendly vampires, of course—but just for a moment, I felt a tad insecure.

Roger stepped towards me, a big smile on his cute face.
"Don't be nervous. We won't bite!"
I laughed, feeling foolish, and grasped the hand he offered. "Sorry, this will take a little getting used to."
"I know what you mean," he said. "I'm a newbie, too."
"You're not a vampire?"
"Yes ... but still growing. This big guy here..." He took Marcus's hand, and smiled up at him. "He's being Mr.
Patience, while I make a mess of things."

I gazed at Marcus, feeling a sense of awe overtake me. As I took the hand he offered me, I remembered what Jean-Claude had said—"He is legendary among us"—and in his eyes, I thought I could see the centuries of knowledge and wisdom he had attained. How incredible, I thought,
to be loved by someone like him who had lived a hundred lifetimes
.

What was it, I wondered, that made these exotic creatures choose to love mortals like Roger—now an ex-mortal—and myself. His smile deepened and his grip on my hand tightened just a fraction as he read my thoughts.

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"Jean-Claude," he said, and his deep, melodious voice had a sexy huskiness that I could imagine had thrilled many men and women over the years. "Your lover has many questions for you—some that only you can answer." He drew Roger to his side and kissed the top of his head. "But, speaking for myself," he continued, "I love the mortal art of questioning almost everything that comes to their attention. When Roger and I first met, most everything I said, was met with a question. Many times, my long and, I'm sure, boring soliloquies, were interrupted by his 'How? Where? When?'"