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fembuckTitle: Welcome to the Fold
Author: Janine
Fandom: Blade the Series
Pairing: Krista/Chase
Rating: NC-17
Warning: bloodplay, language, rough sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Krista and Chase find themselves spending more and more time together and are slowly being led towards a place that neither of them expected.
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Part 5
Two Weeks Later
Krista didn’t look up from polishing her guns as the door to her room opened. There was only one person that ever came to see her there.
“You really must keep your weapons of destruction looking spit spot. It’s the only civil thing to do,” Chase commented breezily as she closed the door to Krista’s room behind her. Krista’s room really was becoming like a home away from home to her.
“Uh huh,” Krista agreed. “There’s no reason we can’t be civil,” she continued dryly finishing up with the gun she had in her hand and placing it back in its case before turning away from the desk to look towards the bed where Chase had settled herself. “You’re late.”
Chase made an unkind sound in her throat. “Paperwork.”
Krista watched the blonde noting the unhappy set of her shoulders and the pinched, weary expression on her face. She didn’t think she had ever seen Chase stressed out before. She’d seen her pissed off, she’d seen her seething with anger, she’d seen her delirious with malicious joy, she’d see her worried and concerned, but never stressed out. “You should come with us on the raid tomorrow night, stretch your legs,” Krista responded throwing her arm over the back of her chair relaxing as she watched Chase. She wasn’t an expert on the elder vampire or anything, but she was pretty sure beating people up and firing a gun was one thing that would cheer Chase up.
“Cruel temptress,” Chase replied sighing though there a touch of amusement in her voice as she glanced over at Krista. She missed being out in the field. It wasn’t as much fun being the boss as she thought it would be. Sure it was fun ordering people around and beating them when they were insubordinate, but she could understand why Marcus got so cranky sometimes. Having an ivory tower was nice but never getting to leave it got tiresome after a while. “I have to meet with the bankers.”
Krista stared at Chase for a moment wondering whether it was a good time to ask. Since arriving at the coven she had wondered where Chase had gotten the money to start up the operation she was running from. Chase had had nothing but the suit on her back with her when she had disappeared from the conclave, and Krista knew that she hadn’t set foot back in Marcus’ building afterwards. She also knew that as soon as they had returned back in Detroit, that Chase had been blacklisted by Marcus for her betrayal and all of the accounts that she had access to were changed. She had been standing beside him when he made the calls.
Still, despite being on Marcus’ shit list, Krista wasn’t surprised that Chase had managed to gather a following. After Marcus’ death it made sense to her that members of his coven gravitated towards Chase. Chase was a known, she was familiar and after all of the change they had suffered through over a relatively short period of time she understood the desire for something familiar. Besides, Marcus had not been very popular with the other Houses after his actions at the conclave had been revealed, and they were all suspect because of their association with him. Siding with Chase was actually a smart move for self-preservation for those from Marcus’ coven since she was known to have sided with the purebloods.
She just couldn’t be sure about how Chase had gotten the funds to run everything.
“You’re always meeting with bankers in the middle of the night,” Krista began carefully a few seconds later. “Where did you get enough money to make these bankers so … accommodating?”
Chase smiled knowingly before glancing over at Krista. “You’ve wanted to ask that since the day you got here, haven’t you?” the blonde asked smirking.
Krista shrugged but looked at her expectantly.
“You should know by know I’m a survivor,” Chase began shifting on Krista’s bed to make herself more comfortable. “Charlotte’s offer included more than just the promise of seeing Marcus die painfully,” Chase continued a wolfish smile touching her lips. “There was also a substantial monetary component.” Krista nodded that made sense. She’d suspected that Chase’s arrangement with the purebloods had something to do with it. “Obviously things didn’t go exactly according to plan,” Krista smirked at that as Chase continued to smirk. All of the purebloods melting into gelatinous black goo was a little more substantial than things not going exactly according to plan. “But even if Marcus had died at the conclave as was planned I would have needed money to start up my own operation so the funds had already been set aside.” She always asked for the money upfront. It was one of the only lessons worth learning that she had picked up during her marriage to Frederick. “So while things didn’t work out quite as the purebloods would have liked, everything worked out just fine for me.”
Krista shook her head. “He warned me about you, you know,” Krista said moving off of the chair and over to the bed taking a seat by Chase’s feet. “He had a healthy fear of you,” she continued remembering how he told her that they had not seen the last of Chase and that when the blonde showed up again there would be hell to pay.
“Of course he did,” Chase replied stretching luxuriously though her eyes remained locked on Krista. “He knew me.”
Krista looked over at her and smirked though she didn’t for one second doubt that what the blonde said was true. Chase had a way of making true statements sound teasing or playful, and the mistake many made was to believe that she actually was being teasing or playful. She wasn’t. Krista had seen the blonde go from being a sexy, playful tease one moment to a stone cold predator the next, and she knew that one would benefit from paying the most attention to the things Chase said in the sweetest tones.
Krista started, her revere broken as the speaker in the hallway crackled loudly.
“Dawn approaches,” Chase whispered ominously as the speaker announced that everyone should return to their rooms and secure their windows. It was a safety precaution Chase had devised after they lost of a couple idiots who had fallen into a drunken stupor around four in the morning and woken up in flames around seven the week before. Chase had told her that usually she had no patience for suffering fools, but she couldn’t afford to have her people dying on her because of stupidity when they could be dying for her in the field.
Krista felt a shiver of excitement run through her as the announcement finished but tried not to let it show as she calmly moved up the bed until she was seated beside Chase, her back against the headboard as well as they sat shoulder to shoulder.
They didn’t see each other much during the night time unless it was at a briefing for a mission. Chase was usually occupied with administerial concerns, and she was either out of the building on a mission, running or walking through the city, or running training exercises. However, since that first night Chase had come to see her in her room and she had fed from the blonde, they had seen each other every day just before morning.
When Chase had showed up at her door just before dawn the night after Krista had first fed from her they had fought. Krista remembered Chase offering her more blood from a glass, telling her that she needed to drink, that she still wasn’t recovered completely. She had declined as politely as she could, since she was touched by Chase’s apparent concern for her, though she was also somewhat mystified by it. Despite her considerate rejection however, Chase reacted rather badly to being turned down and had begun to curse and insult her, before moving onto slapping her and throwing things at her as she continued to hurl obscenities. Krista had taken the abuse for a moment, understanding that she was frustrating to Chase, but soon she began to yell back, and soon after that she was striking back at Chase, picking up the glass Chase had offered her and hurling it across the room. Soon after that Chase pounced on her and they went tumbling to the bed clawing at each other and breathing heavily. Chase had stared down at her then her lips pulled back in a snarl and then brought a finger up to her own neck and slashed it with her nail before she dragged Krista’s head towards it. Krista had tried to resist, she fought against Chase’s hold, but fighting only made it worse, it made her blood race and that combined with the smell of Chase’s blood and the slick, warm feel of it against her nose, cheeks and lips as Chase pressed her face into her was too much for Krista and she drank, greedily. Chase had held her gently as she got her breathing back control before she leaned in and licked the access blood from around Krista’s mouth and cheeks as the brunette lay pressed against her. Once she had cleaned Krista up, she had looked at her, her eyes burning into Krista’s and Krista flashed back to the numerous times Chase had circled her, her eyes running up and down her body as if she was wanted to devour her, and she shivered. However, the blonde sighed a moment later and rested her head against the headboard, exhaustion written all over her body. Krista thought about moving out of Chase’s arms, but she was surprisingly content in the blonde’s embrace and stayed right where she was until she drifted off to sleep. When she woke up she was alone, but Chase’s scent still lingered in the room.
The next night and the night after that and the night after that had progressed in a similar fashion. But on the fourth night Krista had simply sat in her chair and stared at Chase morosely when she entered her room. Chase had observed her for a few moments and then asked if they were going to fight, before putting a foot forward to show Krista the extra pointy boots she worn just for the occasion. Krista shook her head and said she didn’t want to fight anymore and offered Chase a seat. She knew she would drink, she always did. Besides, she had begun to anticipate the fights with Chase and when they crashed against a wall or her desk or the bed she had begun to bite Chase without the blonde prompting her, she had begun to press her body against Chase’s as she drank, her adrenaline turning into arousal as she fed. Their nightly ritual had begun to excite her and that alarmed her. She would feed, Chase would make sure that she did, but she would attempt to do it without fighting in the hope that it would put an end to the increasingly powerful desire she had been feeling for the blonde.
On the fourth night Krista decided that they wouldn’t fight, that she would talk to Chase about the report for a mission she had just come back from like normal, civilized people. And they did, Chase took a seat on her bed and they had a rather pleasant conversation before silence descended and Krista slowly moved to sit beside the blonde on her bed. They sat quietly side by side for a moment and then Chase reached up brushing her hair off of her shoulder before lowering her arm again. Krista had stared at the exposed length of Chase’s throat for a moment and then bent over and brought her lips against Chase’s neck and biting down.
That had become their routine since that night.
Krista tilted her head to the side watching Chase for a moment before the blonde turned to look at her as well. Krista’s eyes dropped down to Chase’s neck. She stared at the pale skin there for a moment and then reached out, gently brushing Chase’s hair off of her shoulder exposing the blonde’s neck completely before she lowered her mouth to Chase’s skin.
Chase tilted her head back as she felt Krista began to suck at her neck. The brunette had learned to go more slowly as time went on - or more accurately as she began to feed willingly. When she was aware of what she was doing, Krista began to be able to control the speed with which she took blood from her. The process took longer but it was more gradual which made it much easier on Chase’s system not to mention more pleasurable for them both.
Chase’s fingers moved to stroke Krista’s hair. Krista moaned nuzzling into her neck, her body shifting as she pressed herself more firmly against Chase’s side. Chase’s fingers migrated from Krista’s hair down to her neck, stroking the skin there softly before she nudged Krista’s face forward tightly pressing her against her flesh. Krista’s body shifted, her leg moving to cover Chase’s as she slid on top of the blonde, her lips never leaving contact with Chase’s skin.
Krista rocked against Chase’s body.
Chase arched up into Krista’s warmth.
Krista felt a growl rumbling forth in her throat, a now familiar desire to kiss the blonde, to touch her, to grab hold of her chin and hold her head back as she bit her shoulders, and collarbone and breasts, rising within her. She had hoped that not fighting before the feeding would get rid of her desire, she was wrong. Fighting and feeding had keyed them up, but it also took a lot out of Chase which allowed them to rest comfortably afterwards. The slow feeding she had started to do just created a slow burn of arousal that left both of them flushed and wanting after she had pulled away and it was getting harder and harder for her not to respond when Chase would reach out and touch her afterwards.
Krista rolled off of Chase before her hips could buck again and onto the mattress staring up at the ceiling once she had stopped moving.
Chase straightened her clothes and slumped down on the mattress beside Krista a long, ragged sigh releasing itself from her throat.
“Are you tired?” Krista asked a few minutes later into the silence that always came down around them after she fed.
“Yes,” Chase replied. It was only partially true. She felt slightly fatigued because of the blood loss, but it wasn’t that bone weary tiredness she had felt before Krista learned to take her time and allow Chase’s body to adjust to the blood loss.
“You should stay,” Krista said automatically resisting the urge to turn to face Chase.
Chase was silent for a long moment.
“No, I’ll go,” she said finally shifting, moving to sit up so that she could climb over Krista and off of the bed. Her body was thrumming with unsatisfied need, as it usually did after her sessions with Krista, but it was stronger than usual for some reason and the idea of lying beside the brunette, of touching her only to have Krista stroke her hand tenderly and move it to a safe part of her body set Chase on edge.
“What?” Krista asked surprised as she got jostled as Chase moved. “Wait? Why?” she asked not expecting the disruption to what had become their routine, surprised by the strong feelings of unhappiness that settled upon her at the idea of spending the daylight hours alone. “Are you okay? Did I take too much?”
Chase looked down at Krista unsure how to respond to that question. Physically she was fine, but she was not okay. She enjoyed this time with Krista, talking to her about her day, sitting with her quietly, feeling Krista pressed against her. It was all something that she looked forward to, but for the past couple of nights she had felt herself becoming more and more uneasy with what they were doing. She had no reference for what was happening with Krista, she had never had a relationship like it before. She didn’t even really understand what her relationship with Krista was and after one-hundred and twenty-six years of life that was extremely distressing to her. It wasn’t friendship the way she understood it. She had never been this close to a friend before. Never in her wildest imagination would it have occurred to her to have a chat with Fritz and then let him drink from her before they cuddled. But they weren’t lovers either. Although feeding was a sexual act for vampires and both she and Krista were aroused by the act, they never progressed farther then the feeding itself which troubled Chase as well. She had never been so intimate with someone without being physically intimate with them. She understood sex, she understood power plays, but this tender and chatse interaction with Krista confused her, and she didn’t like being confused. Confusion upset her.
“Chase?” Krista questioned gently as the blonde retreated into herself. “Chas…” Krista started to say again, however the blonde looked up at her mid-word and when Krista saw her expression she trailed off.
Chase’s eyes blazed blue and her lips were drawn back showing her fangs. She was going to make things make sense.
Krista blinked and licked her lips as she felt a powerful throb between her legs at Chase’s ferocious look.
And then Chase was on her straddling Krista’s waist before forcing the brunette’s head up and bringing her lips down on Krista’s kissing her with an almost furious passion. Krista’s lips parted automatically and Chase deepened the kiss, driving her hips into Krista’s as she attacked her mouth.
Chase moaned into Krista’s mouth and dropped her hands to the brunette’s waist before slowly drawing them up her sides until she cupped Krista’s breasts. This was better, she understood this.
No, no, no, no, no, Krista’s brain screamed as she took hold of Chase’s waist and rolled them over so that they were both lying on the bed, her lips leaving Chase’s mouth to kiss her jaw, and then down her neck, licking and nipping at the spot on Chase’s neck she had just fed from, where specks of blood still remained.
Krista’s body screamed, yes, yes, yes, as Chase spread her thighs making room for Krista to slip in between her legs while her lips continued to kiss the blonde over her collarbone down to the swell of her breasts which she licked and bit at impatiently.
She didn’t want this; she had been fighting against this.
Krista’s mind continued to try to tell her that she didn’t like Chase or want Chase, but her body vehemently disagreed as she bit impatiently at the buttons holding Chase’s shirt together before bringing her hands up and just yanking the shirt apart burying her face between the blonde’s glorious breasts releasing a content sigh.
Krista’s body told her mind that she liked Chase, that she really, really liked Chase, and her skin, and scent, and her body, and her blood, and all of those things put together sweaty and naked. Chase was good, Chase was sweet, she wanted more of Chase, as much as her as she could get with her mouth and her hands and her teeth.
Krista’s mind tried to disagree but it wasn’t so sure anymore because when she thought about it, she kind of did like Chase. She liked Chase’s sense of humor, and talking to Chase, and arguing with Chase and planning missions with Chase.
She liked Chase?
Krista froze abdomen to abdomen with Chase, her face pressed against the blonde’s breast, her mouth open and wanting on the pale, full flesh.
Chase felt the pause, and used the opportunity to flip Krista over so that she was on top.
“Don’t think,” Chase growled shoving her thigh between Krista’s legs and pushing up forcefully, growling as Krista automatically pushed back, rubbing herself against her leg. “That’s it,” Chase groaned softly, leaning down to kiss Krista’s throat and up her jaw before bringing her lips against the brunette’s once more. “It feels good,” Chase murmured against her as Krista continued to ride her thigh, the brunette’s hand slipping under the parted material of her shirt, moving to the flesh of her back which she grasped and kneaded and scratched.
Krista growled, as she felt Chase’s teeth puncture her skin, her nails coming down hard on Chase’s skin as her hips bucked powerfully. “Fuck,” she hissed slowly as Chase began to drink from her, the blonde’s hands moving to cover her breasts, massaging and teasing them through her shirt.
“Yes,” Krista groaned a few moments later as Chase’s lips moved down her throat a fraction of an inch and bit down again before moving another few centimeters and biting again.
Krista’s hands slid down Chase’s back and worked their way under the waistband of the blonde’s pants clawing at the globes of her ass as she tried to yank Chase towards her, as she tried to force the blonde to fuck her.
Chase left one hand on the mattress to support herself and brought her other to Krista’s waist fighting with the button at the top of her jeans, finding it hard to open with one hand. Chase growled in frustration and slipped her fingers beneath the top if the jeans and the yanked impatiently trying to rip the pants apart. However, the firm material of the jeans would not give way and simply drew Krista’s whole body up against Chase’s, causing the brunette to throw her head back and purr before she fell back against the mattress once more as Chase released her.
“Undo your fucking pants,” Chase panted finally realizing that she wasn’t going to be able to rip the material of Krista’s pants as easily as the brunette has decimated her shirt.
Krista drew her hand away from Chase’s body and quickly unbuttoned her pants and slid the zipper down, her hands giving way to Chase’s a moment later as the blonde sat back on her haunches and grasped the loosened waist of Krista’s jeans and began tugging them down, flowing down the bed with the pants until she was kneeling at the foot of the bed. Dropping the pants she then climbed back up onto the bed kissing her way up Krista’s legs.
Chase moaned as the smell of Krista’s arousal reached her nose, a fanged grin coming to her face as Krista automatically spread her legs apart wide enough to accommodate Chase’s body. Chase smiled against the brunette’s thigh and then clamped down biting and sucking at the skin there as her eyes feasted on the sight of Krista’s pussy, slick puffy lips parted, swollen with blood, waiting for her, begging to be plundered.
Krista’s hands shot between her legs grabbing Chase’s hair tightly, her thighs automatically squeezing the blonde’s head when she felt Chase’s tongue on her for the first time. Chase simply brought her hands up to Krista’s thighs forcing them apart again, her lips and tongue continuing to move against Krista throughout the entire process.
Krista back arched off of the bed as she felt Chase’s lips wrap around her clit and suck it into her mouth hard, her tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves with a deliriously pleasurable roughness. Krista tightened the hold she had on Chase’s white-blonde hair and yanked, tilting Chase’s face back until their eyes met.
Chase licked her lips.
“Again,” Krista growled, her chest heaving as her nipples strained against the thin material of her tank top.
“I was planning on it,” Chase sassed smiling before lowering her head once more.
Krista mewled slightly long minutes later when she felt Chase’s mouth move from between her legs and begin to kiss her stomach, however as she felt Chase’s fingers smoothly slide inside of her and begin pumping the mewl turned into a satisfied sigh.
Krista gladly parted her lips a moment later to eagerly accept Chase’s lips when the blonde’s face appeared above her own, her hands trailing up and down what she could reach of Chase’s body as the blonde continued pound her fingers into her.
Chase stayed at Krista’s lips for a few moments, enjoying the heat and eagerness of the brunette’s mouth before shifting down slightly to take one of Krista’s nipples between her teeth, biting down on the tight bud through the material of Krista’s tank top.
Soon Krista was moaning constantly, her hips thrusting to meet Chase’s fingers as her hands roamed aimlessly over the blonde’s body. Chase kissed her way back up to Krista’s neck. The brunette was close to cumming, she could feel it. Chase licked at Krista’s throat affectionately for a moment and then bit down, drinking from the younger vampire in earnest as Krista arched up into her body.
“Scratch me,” Chase breathed out against Krista’s neck as she felt the brunette’s body begin to tremble. Krista was going to cum any second and she wanted to cum with her. Blood and pain could do that. “Hard Krista, cut me,” Chase hissed again her voice tight with desire.
Krista dug her nails into the flesh of Chase’s back as her orgasm began to crest and then yanked her nails down leaving deep gauges in Chase’s lovely white skin. Chase moaned pressing her face tightly into Krista’s neck as she felt herself begin to bleed. The blonde grasped onto Krista’s waist with her free hand and groaned as she began to cum as well, her body trembling against Krista’s as the younger vampire arched up into her.
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Chase ran her finger down Krista’s stomach, stopping at the brunette’s naval allowing her finger to twirl around in it for a moment before she drew her finger back up Krista’s stomach.
“That tickles,” Krista mumbled quietly not lifting a muscle to try and actually stop the blonde. She didn’t really mind the touch and even if she did she wasn’t sure that she could move. Every part of her body ached. She had never felt so mindlessly content in her life.
“Vampires aren’t ticklish,” Chase informed her in a mockingly serious tone. “It’s not scary or intimidating.”
“Well, this vampire is ticklish,” Krista replied, groaning and angling away from Chase a second later as the blonde’s fingers began to dance against her stomach trying to tickle her for real.
“See, not intimidating or scary in the least,” Chase breathed out a moment later stilling her fingers against Krista’s flesh.
“Chase,” Krista said into the silence a few minutes later as Chase rested her head against her shoulder and placed her arm over her stomach. “I’m sore.”
“Where?” Chase asked knowingly smiling against Krista’s shoulder.
“It starts at my head and goes down approximately five feet seven inches,” Krista responded before wiggling her toes. “My feet are okay.”
Chase laughed at that and snuggled against Krista’s side finding the brunette quite adorable in her euphoric post-coital haze. “It’s lovely isn’t it?” Chase asked knowing that while Krista’s body ached a little that it was an enjoyable sort of ache that made one want to stretch and luxuriate in the pleasurable damage they had inflicted upon themselves, and wish for the ache never to go away. She felt the same way.
“Yeah,” Krista agreed sounding dazed but happy as she pointed her toes and stretched a little. “Chase …”
“Go to sleep Krista,” Chase interjected amusement clear in her voice as she stroked the brunette’s stomach tenderly. “We have to be up in a few hours.”
“Will you be here?” Krista asked blinking sleepily. She was actually quite tired.
“Yeah,” Chase breathed out softly feeling Krista relax against her. Chase however tensed a little at her automatic response. She never stayed until morning, not with Krista during their feeding sessions before, nor with any of her other lovers. She was a tactile person, and she quite enjoyed post-coital touching, but morning-afters were not something she particularly cared for, and she was surprised that she didn’t even hesitate when agreeing to it a moment before.
However, as she felt Krista shift against her and her own body begin to relax at the contact she decided that she would worry about that later.
To be continued ...
Previous chapters:
Prequel - A Brave New World
Welcome to the Fold - Parts 1-3
Welcome to the Fold - Part 4
Author: Janine
Fandom: Blade the Series
Pairing: Krista/Chase
Rating: NC-17
Warning: bloodplay, language, rough sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Krista and Chase find themselves spending more and more time together and are slowly being led towards a place that neither of them expected.
Part 5
Two Weeks Later
Krista didn’t look up from polishing her guns as the door to her room opened. There was only one person that ever came to see her there.
“You really must keep your weapons of destruction looking spit spot. It’s the only civil thing to do,” Chase commented breezily as she closed the door to Krista’s room behind her. Krista’s room really was becoming like a home away from home to her.
“Uh huh,” Krista agreed. “There’s no reason we can’t be civil,” she continued dryly finishing up with the gun she had in her hand and placing it back in its case before turning away from the desk to look towards the bed where Chase had settled herself. “You’re late.”
Chase made an unkind sound in her throat. “Paperwork.”
Krista watched the blonde noting the unhappy set of her shoulders and the pinched, weary expression on her face. She didn’t think she had ever seen Chase stressed out before. She’d seen her pissed off, she’d seen her seething with anger, she’d seen her delirious with malicious joy, she’d see her worried and concerned, but never stressed out. “You should come with us on the raid tomorrow night, stretch your legs,” Krista responded throwing her arm over the back of her chair relaxing as she watched Chase. She wasn’t an expert on the elder vampire or anything, but she was pretty sure beating people up and firing a gun was one thing that would cheer Chase up.
“Cruel temptress,” Chase replied sighing though there a touch of amusement in her voice as she glanced over at Krista. She missed being out in the field. It wasn’t as much fun being the boss as she thought it would be. Sure it was fun ordering people around and beating them when they were insubordinate, but she could understand why Marcus got so cranky sometimes. Having an ivory tower was nice but never getting to leave it got tiresome after a while. “I have to meet with the bankers.”
Krista stared at Chase for a moment wondering whether it was a good time to ask. Since arriving at the coven she had wondered where Chase had gotten the money to start up the operation she was running from. Chase had had nothing but the suit on her back with her when she had disappeared from the conclave, and Krista knew that she hadn’t set foot back in Marcus’ building afterwards. She also knew that as soon as they had returned back in Detroit, that Chase had been blacklisted by Marcus for her betrayal and all of the accounts that she had access to were changed. She had been standing beside him when he made the calls.
Still, despite being on Marcus’ shit list, Krista wasn’t surprised that Chase had managed to gather a following. After Marcus’ death it made sense to her that members of his coven gravitated towards Chase. Chase was a known, she was familiar and after all of the change they had suffered through over a relatively short period of time she understood the desire for something familiar. Besides, Marcus had not been very popular with the other Houses after his actions at the conclave had been revealed, and they were all suspect because of their association with him. Siding with Chase was actually a smart move for self-preservation for those from Marcus’ coven since she was known to have sided with the purebloods.
She just couldn’t be sure about how Chase had gotten the funds to run everything.
“You’re always meeting with bankers in the middle of the night,” Krista began carefully a few seconds later. “Where did you get enough money to make these bankers so … accommodating?”
Chase smiled knowingly before glancing over at Krista. “You’ve wanted to ask that since the day you got here, haven’t you?” the blonde asked smirking.
Krista shrugged but looked at her expectantly.
“You should know by know I’m a survivor,” Chase began shifting on Krista’s bed to make herself more comfortable. “Charlotte’s offer included more than just the promise of seeing Marcus die painfully,” Chase continued a wolfish smile touching her lips. “There was also a substantial monetary component.” Krista nodded that made sense. She’d suspected that Chase’s arrangement with the purebloods had something to do with it. “Obviously things didn’t go exactly according to plan,” Krista smirked at that as Chase continued to smirk. All of the purebloods melting into gelatinous black goo was a little more substantial than things not going exactly according to plan. “But even if Marcus had died at the conclave as was planned I would have needed money to start up my own operation so the funds had already been set aside.” She always asked for the money upfront. It was one of the only lessons worth learning that she had picked up during her marriage to Frederick. “So while things didn’t work out quite as the purebloods would have liked, everything worked out just fine for me.”
Krista shook her head. “He warned me about you, you know,” Krista said moving off of the chair and over to the bed taking a seat by Chase’s feet. “He had a healthy fear of you,” she continued remembering how he told her that they had not seen the last of Chase and that when the blonde showed up again there would be hell to pay.
“Of course he did,” Chase replied stretching luxuriously though her eyes remained locked on Krista. “He knew me.”
Krista looked over at her and smirked though she didn’t for one second doubt that what the blonde said was true. Chase had a way of making true statements sound teasing or playful, and the mistake many made was to believe that she actually was being teasing or playful. She wasn’t. Krista had seen the blonde go from being a sexy, playful tease one moment to a stone cold predator the next, and she knew that one would benefit from paying the most attention to the things Chase said in the sweetest tones.
Krista started, her revere broken as the speaker in the hallway crackled loudly.
“Dawn approaches,” Chase whispered ominously as the speaker announced that everyone should return to their rooms and secure their windows. It was a safety precaution Chase had devised after they lost of a couple idiots who had fallen into a drunken stupor around four in the morning and woken up in flames around seven the week before. Chase had told her that usually she had no patience for suffering fools, but she couldn’t afford to have her people dying on her because of stupidity when they could be dying for her in the field.
Krista felt a shiver of excitement run through her as the announcement finished but tried not to let it show as she calmly moved up the bed until she was seated beside Chase, her back against the headboard as well as they sat shoulder to shoulder.
They didn’t see each other much during the night time unless it was at a briefing for a mission. Chase was usually occupied with administerial concerns, and she was either out of the building on a mission, running or walking through the city, or running training exercises. However, since that first night Chase had come to see her in her room and she had fed from the blonde, they had seen each other every day just before morning.
When Chase had showed up at her door just before dawn the night after Krista had first fed from her they had fought. Krista remembered Chase offering her more blood from a glass, telling her that she needed to drink, that she still wasn’t recovered completely. She had declined as politely as she could, since she was touched by Chase’s apparent concern for her, though she was also somewhat mystified by it. Despite her considerate rejection however, Chase reacted rather badly to being turned down and had begun to curse and insult her, before moving onto slapping her and throwing things at her as she continued to hurl obscenities. Krista had taken the abuse for a moment, understanding that she was frustrating to Chase, but soon she began to yell back, and soon after that she was striking back at Chase, picking up the glass Chase had offered her and hurling it across the room. Soon after that Chase pounced on her and they went tumbling to the bed clawing at each other and breathing heavily. Chase had stared down at her then her lips pulled back in a snarl and then brought a finger up to her own neck and slashed it with her nail before she dragged Krista’s head towards it. Krista had tried to resist, she fought against Chase’s hold, but fighting only made it worse, it made her blood race and that combined with the smell of Chase’s blood and the slick, warm feel of it against her nose, cheeks and lips as Chase pressed her face into her was too much for Krista and she drank, greedily. Chase had held her gently as she got her breathing back control before she leaned in and licked the access blood from around Krista’s mouth and cheeks as the brunette lay pressed against her. Once she had cleaned Krista up, she had looked at her, her eyes burning into Krista’s and Krista flashed back to the numerous times Chase had circled her, her eyes running up and down her body as if she was wanted to devour her, and she shivered. However, the blonde sighed a moment later and rested her head against the headboard, exhaustion written all over her body. Krista thought about moving out of Chase’s arms, but she was surprisingly content in the blonde’s embrace and stayed right where she was until she drifted off to sleep. When she woke up she was alone, but Chase’s scent still lingered in the room.
The next night and the night after that and the night after that had progressed in a similar fashion. But on the fourth night Krista had simply sat in her chair and stared at Chase morosely when she entered her room. Chase had observed her for a few moments and then asked if they were going to fight, before putting a foot forward to show Krista the extra pointy boots she worn just for the occasion. Krista shook her head and said she didn’t want to fight anymore and offered Chase a seat. She knew she would drink, she always did. Besides, she had begun to anticipate the fights with Chase and when they crashed against a wall or her desk or the bed she had begun to bite Chase without the blonde prompting her, she had begun to press her body against Chase’s as she drank, her adrenaline turning into arousal as she fed. Their nightly ritual had begun to excite her and that alarmed her. She would feed, Chase would make sure that she did, but she would attempt to do it without fighting in the hope that it would put an end to the increasingly powerful desire she had been feeling for the blonde.
On the fourth night Krista decided that they wouldn’t fight, that she would talk to Chase about the report for a mission she had just come back from like normal, civilized people. And they did, Chase took a seat on her bed and they had a rather pleasant conversation before silence descended and Krista slowly moved to sit beside the blonde on her bed. They sat quietly side by side for a moment and then Chase reached up brushing her hair off of her shoulder before lowering her arm again. Krista had stared at the exposed length of Chase’s throat for a moment and then bent over and brought her lips against Chase’s neck and biting down.
That had become their routine since that night.
Krista tilted her head to the side watching Chase for a moment before the blonde turned to look at her as well. Krista’s eyes dropped down to Chase’s neck. She stared at the pale skin there for a moment and then reached out, gently brushing Chase’s hair off of her shoulder exposing the blonde’s neck completely before she lowered her mouth to Chase’s skin.
Chase tilted her head back as she felt Krista began to suck at her neck. The brunette had learned to go more slowly as time went on - or more accurately as she began to feed willingly. When she was aware of what she was doing, Krista began to be able to control the speed with which she took blood from her. The process took longer but it was more gradual which made it much easier on Chase’s system not to mention more pleasurable for them both.
Chase’s fingers moved to stroke Krista’s hair. Krista moaned nuzzling into her neck, her body shifting as she pressed herself more firmly against Chase’s side. Chase’s fingers migrated from Krista’s hair down to her neck, stroking the skin there softly before she nudged Krista’s face forward tightly pressing her against her flesh. Krista’s body shifted, her leg moving to cover Chase’s as she slid on top of the blonde, her lips never leaving contact with Chase’s skin.
Krista rocked against Chase’s body.
Chase arched up into Krista’s warmth.
Krista felt a growl rumbling forth in her throat, a now familiar desire to kiss the blonde, to touch her, to grab hold of her chin and hold her head back as she bit her shoulders, and collarbone and breasts, rising within her. She had hoped that not fighting before the feeding would get rid of her desire, she was wrong. Fighting and feeding had keyed them up, but it also took a lot out of Chase which allowed them to rest comfortably afterwards. The slow feeding she had started to do just created a slow burn of arousal that left both of them flushed and wanting after she had pulled away and it was getting harder and harder for her not to respond when Chase would reach out and touch her afterwards.
Krista rolled off of Chase before her hips could buck again and onto the mattress staring up at the ceiling once she had stopped moving.
Chase straightened her clothes and slumped down on the mattress beside Krista a long, ragged sigh releasing itself from her throat.
“Are you tired?” Krista asked a few minutes later into the silence that always came down around them after she fed.
“Yes,” Chase replied. It was only partially true. She felt slightly fatigued because of the blood loss, but it wasn’t that bone weary tiredness she had felt before Krista learned to take her time and allow Chase’s body to adjust to the blood loss.
“You should stay,” Krista said automatically resisting the urge to turn to face Chase.
Chase was silent for a long moment.
“No, I’ll go,” she said finally shifting, moving to sit up so that she could climb over Krista and off of the bed. Her body was thrumming with unsatisfied need, as it usually did after her sessions with Krista, but it was stronger than usual for some reason and the idea of lying beside the brunette, of touching her only to have Krista stroke her hand tenderly and move it to a safe part of her body set Chase on edge.
“What?” Krista asked surprised as she got jostled as Chase moved. “Wait? Why?” she asked not expecting the disruption to what had become their routine, surprised by the strong feelings of unhappiness that settled upon her at the idea of spending the daylight hours alone. “Are you okay? Did I take too much?”
Chase looked down at Krista unsure how to respond to that question. Physically she was fine, but she was not okay. She enjoyed this time with Krista, talking to her about her day, sitting with her quietly, feeling Krista pressed against her. It was all something that she looked forward to, but for the past couple of nights she had felt herself becoming more and more uneasy with what they were doing. She had no reference for what was happening with Krista, she had never had a relationship like it before. She didn’t even really understand what her relationship with Krista was and after one-hundred and twenty-six years of life that was extremely distressing to her. It wasn’t friendship the way she understood it. She had never been this close to a friend before. Never in her wildest imagination would it have occurred to her to have a chat with Fritz and then let him drink from her before they cuddled. But they weren’t lovers either. Although feeding was a sexual act for vampires and both she and Krista were aroused by the act, they never progressed farther then the feeding itself which troubled Chase as well. She had never been so intimate with someone without being physically intimate with them. She understood sex, she understood power plays, but this tender and chatse interaction with Krista confused her, and she didn’t like being confused. Confusion upset her.
“Chase?” Krista questioned gently as the blonde retreated into herself. “Chas…” Krista started to say again, however the blonde looked up at her mid-word and when Krista saw her expression she trailed off.
Chase’s eyes blazed blue and her lips were drawn back showing her fangs. She was going to make things make sense.
Krista blinked and licked her lips as she felt a powerful throb between her legs at Chase’s ferocious look.
And then Chase was on her straddling Krista’s waist before forcing the brunette’s head up and bringing her lips down on Krista’s kissing her with an almost furious passion. Krista’s lips parted automatically and Chase deepened the kiss, driving her hips into Krista’s as she attacked her mouth.
Chase moaned into Krista’s mouth and dropped her hands to the brunette’s waist before slowly drawing them up her sides until she cupped Krista’s breasts. This was better, she understood this.
No, no, no, no, no, Krista’s brain screamed as she took hold of Chase’s waist and rolled them over so that they were both lying on the bed, her lips leaving Chase’s mouth to kiss her jaw, and then down her neck, licking and nipping at the spot on Chase’s neck she had just fed from, where specks of blood still remained.
Krista’s body screamed, yes, yes, yes, as Chase spread her thighs making room for Krista to slip in between her legs while her lips continued to kiss the blonde over her collarbone down to the swell of her breasts which she licked and bit at impatiently.
She didn’t want this; she had been fighting against this.
Krista’s mind continued to try to tell her that she didn’t like Chase or want Chase, but her body vehemently disagreed as she bit impatiently at the buttons holding Chase’s shirt together before bringing her hands up and just yanking the shirt apart burying her face between the blonde’s glorious breasts releasing a content sigh.
Krista’s body told her mind that she liked Chase, that she really, really liked Chase, and her skin, and scent, and her body, and her blood, and all of those things put together sweaty and naked. Chase was good, Chase was sweet, she wanted more of Chase, as much as her as she could get with her mouth and her hands and her teeth.
Krista’s mind tried to disagree but it wasn’t so sure anymore because when she thought about it, she kind of did like Chase. She liked Chase’s sense of humor, and talking to Chase, and arguing with Chase and planning missions with Chase.
She liked Chase?
Krista froze abdomen to abdomen with Chase, her face pressed against the blonde’s breast, her mouth open and wanting on the pale, full flesh.
Chase felt the pause, and used the opportunity to flip Krista over so that she was on top.
“Don’t think,” Chase growled shoving her thigh between Krista’s legs and pushing up forcefully, growling as Krista automatically pushed back, rubbing herself against her leg. “That’s it,” Chase groaned softly, leaning down to kiss Krista’s throat and up her jaw before bringing her lips against the brunette’s once more. “It feels good,” Chase murmured against her as Krista continued to ride her thigh, the brunette’s hand slipping under the parted material of her shirt, moving to the flesh of her back which she grasped and kneaded and scratched.
Krista growled, as she felt Chase’s teeth puncture her skin, her nails coming down hard on Chase’s skin as her hips bucked powerfully. “Fuck,” she hissed slowly as Chase began to drink from her, the blonde’s hands moving to cover her breasts, massaging and teasing them through her shirt.
“Yes,” Krista groaned a few moments later as Chase’s lips moved down her throat a fraction of an inch and bit down again before moving another few centimeters and biting again.
Krista’s hands slid down Chase’s back and worked their way under the waistband of the blonde’s pants clawing at the globes of her ass as she tried to yank Chase towards her, as she tried to force the blonde to fuck her.
Chase left one hand on the mattress to support herself and brought her other to Krista’s waist fighting with the button at the top of her jeans, finding it hard to open with one hand. Chase growled in frustration and slipped her fingers beneath the top if the jeans and the yanked impatiently trying to rip the pants apart. However, the firm material of the jeans would not give way and simply drew Krista’s whole body up against Chase’s, causing the brunette to throw her head back and purr before she fell back against the mattress once more as Chase released her.
“Undo your fucking pants,” Chase panted finally realizing that she wasn’t going to be able to rip the material of Krista’s pants as easily as the brunette has decimated her shirt.
Krista drew her hand away from Chase’s body and quickly unbuttoned her pants and slid the zipper down, her hands giving way to Chase’s a moment later as the blonde sat back on her haunches and grasped the loosened waist of Krista’s jeans and began tugging them down, flowing down the bed with the pants until she was kneeling at the foot of the bed. Dropping the pants she then climbed back up onto the bed kissing her way up Krista’s legs.
Chase moaned as the smell of Krista’s arousal reached her nose, a fanged grin coming to her face as Krista automatically spread her legs apart wide enough to accommodate Chase’s body. Chase smiled against the brunette’s thigh and then clamped down biting and sucking at the skin there as her eyes feasted on the sight of Krista’s pussy, slick puffy lips parted, swollen with blood, waiting for her, begging to be plundered.
Krista’s hands shot between her legs grabbing Chase’s hair tightly, her thighs automatically squeezing the blonde’s head when she felt Chase’s tongue on her for the first time. Chase simply brought her hands up to Krista’s thighs forcing them apart again, her lips and tongue continuing to move against Krista throughout the entire process.
Krista back arched off of the bed as she felt Chase’s lips wrap around her clit and suck it into her mouth hard, her tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves with a deliriously pleasurable roughness. Krista tightened the hold she had on Chase’s white-blonde hair and yanked, tilting Chase’s face back until their eyes met.
Chase licked her lips.
“Again,” Krista growled, her chest heaving as her nipples strained against the thin material of her tank top.
“I was planning on it,” Chase sassed smiling before lowering her head once more.
Krista mewled slightly long minutes later when she felt Chase’s mouth move from between her legs and begin to kiss her stomach, however as she felt Chase’s fingers smoothly slide inside of her and begin pumping the mewl turned into a satisfied sigh.
Krista gladly parted her lips a moment later to eagerly accept Chase’s lips when the blonde’s face appeared above her own, her hands trailing up and down what she could reach of Chase’s body as the blonde continued pound her fingers into her.
Chase stayed at Krista’s lips for a few moments, enjoying the heat and eagerness of the brunette’s mouth before shifting down slightly to take one of Krista’s nipples between her teeth, biting down on the tight bud through the material of Krista’s tank top.
Soon Krista was moaning constantly, her hips thrusting to meet Chase’s fingers as her hands roamed aimlessly over the blonde’s body. Chase kissed her way back up to Krista’s neck. The brunette was close to cumming, she could feel it. Chase licked at Krista’s throat affectionately for a moment and then bit down, drinking from the younger vampire in earnest as Krista arched up into her body.
“Scratch me,” Chase breathed out against Krista’s neck as she felt the brunette’s body begin to tremble. Krista was going to cum any second and she wanted to cum with her. Blood and pain could do that. “Hard Krista, cut me,” Chase hissed again her voice tight with desire.
Krista dug her nails into the flesh of Chase’s back as her orgasm began to crest and then yanked her nails down leaving deep gauges in Chase’s lovely white skin. Chase moaned pressing her face tightly into Krista’s neck as she felt herself begin to bleed. The blonde grasped onto Krista’s waist with her free hand and groaned as she began to cum as well, her body trembling against Krista’s as the younger vampire arched up into her.
Chase ran her finger down Krista’s stomach, stopping at the brunette’s naval allowing her finger to twirl around in it for a moment before she drew her finger back up Krista’s stomach.
“That tickles,” Krista mumbled quietly not lifting a muscle to try and actually stop the blonde. She didn’t really mind the touch and even if she did she wasn’t sure that she could move. Every part of her body ached. She had never felt so mindlessly content in her life.
“Vampires aren’t ticklish,” Chase informed her in a mockingly serious tone. “It’s not scary or intimidating.”
“Well, this vampire is ticklish,” Krista replied, groaning and angling away from Chase a second later as the blonde’s fingers began to dance against her stomach trying to tickle her for real.
“See, not intimidating or scary in the least,” Chase breathed out a moment later stilling her fingers against Krista’s flesh.
“Chase,” Krista said into the silence a few minutes later as Chase rested her head against her shoulder and placed her arm over her stomach. “I’m sore.”
“Where?” Chase asked knowingly smiling against Krista’s shoulder.
“It starts at my head and goes down approximately five feet seven inches,” Krista responded before wiggling her toes. “My feet are okay.”
Chase laughed at that and snuggled against Krista’s side finding the brunette quite adorable in her euphoric post-coital haze. “It’s lovely isn’t it?” Chase asked knowing that while Krista’s body ached a little that it was an enjoyable sort of ache that made one want to stretch and luxuriate in the pleasurable damage they had inflicted upon themselves, and wish for the ache never to go away. She felt the same way.
“Yeah,” Krista agreed sounding dazed but happy as she pointed her toes and stretched a little. “Chase …”
“Go to sleep Krista,” Chase interjected amusement clear in her voice as she stroked the brunette’s stomach tenderly. “We have to be up in a few hours.”
“Will you be here?” Krista asked blinking sleepily. She was actually quite tired.
“Yeah,” Chase breathed out softly feeling Krista relax against her. Chase however tensed a little at her automatic response. She never stayed until morning, not with Krista during their feeding sessions before, nor with any of her other lovers. She was a tactile person, and she quite enjoyed post-coital touching, but morning-afters were not something she particularly cared for, and she was surprised that she didn’t even hesitate when agreeing to it a moment before.
However, as she felt Krista shift against her and her own body begin to relax at the contact she decided that she would worry about that later.
To be continued ...
Previous chapters:
Prequel - A Brave New World
Welcome to the Fold - Parts 1-3
Welcome to the Fold - Part 4
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Date: 2007-03-24 10:45 pm (UTC)This so calls for some chibi omake. Unfortunately I can't draw to save my life so I have to stick to dialog only:
mini-Krista: mini-Chase, don't even think about making me drink human blood. I refuse to kill people just so that I can survive. So there!
mini-Chase: Why must you be so high maintenance, you idiot? (hits her upside the head). Okay, go ahead and drink from me if you must.
mini-Krista: (purring) mini-Chase, your blood is so very yummy. Can we cuddle now?
mini-Chase: (snarling) Vampires are scary, bloodthirsty predators. There will be no cuddling or being more adorable than puppies. Must I teach you everything?
mini-Krista: don't be cranky mini-Chase, it must be the endorphins or maybe the pheromones making me happy. I got my second wind and I'm ready for some fierce, creature of the night sexin'.
mini-Chase: (big evil grin) I've taught you well, mini-Krista. (seductive caress)
mini-Krista: stop it mini-Chase, that tickles.
mini-Chase: (sobs)
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Date: 2007-03-25 02:20 am (UTC)Glad that you enjoyed the update, they'll be in a honeymoon period for the a little while so there should be more 'best girlfriend ever' before that DRAMA! lol
Rune Says: *dirty smirk* xDDDD
Date: 2007-03-25 07:31 am (UTC)*reads the mini-script, snorts soda up her nose laughing* I so want to draw that now. *ponders* Hmmmmmm, or a Krista / Chase laying in bed pic - gah, why do you have to give me these gorgeous visuals? I have artwork I already have to do, damnit. xD
More, more, more, please. ^^
Re: Rune Says: *dirty smirk* xDDDD
Date: 2007-03-25 04:11 pm (UTC)Gotta love Chase, she's a go-get-her, lol! Seriously, though, Krista is lucky that Chase didn't jump her a long time ago. You know it's a messed up but sweet version of love when, Chase will cuddle with you instead of cutting you, lol.
And I giggled over the drunk vampires, 'cause it was a beautiful mental image.
Stupid vampire antics are sweet times! *waves farewell to the undead idiots*
I so want to draw that now. *ponders* Hmmmmmm, or a Krista / Chase laying in bed pic - gah, why do you have to give me these gorgeous visuals? I have artwork I already have to do, damnit. xD
Guuuh! Now that you have suggested it, you MUST do at least one of these things! Not even Krista is that cruel a tempress!
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Date: 2007-03-25 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-25 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-26 03:13 am (UTC)You make sadomasochism cute. How you do that?
Date: 2007-03-27 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-27 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-28 01:52 am (UTC)Ticklish vampires? *snort*
I wonder where you're going with this...either way, it looks to be fun. ;-)
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Date: 2007-03-31 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 02:55 am (UTC)