Immortal Sin: The 2nd Deadly
Keywords: 2nd, Immortal, Sin:, Deadly, The,
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"Copyright neonurotic, August 2003
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
*"
Absit Invidia: Let There Be No Envy
~ VI ~
The music throughout Club Nine 16 sounded distorted. The DJ had the bass down too low and the volume up too high, but of course, he was the only one who could discern that. His immortal sense of hearing was much more sensitive than the crazed mortals who were sweaty from their drinking and dancing. So many humans gathered in one place made the club look like an, "'all you can eat'" buffet. He usually found such wickedness on display to be very tempting, but they didn't interest him at the moment because his attentions were elsewhere.
Ezra could smell her long before he could see her. The scent of the woman wafted through the room, curled like wisps of smoke up into his nose, tickled his brain, and thoroughly aroused him. She smelled like ripe red raspberries and patchouli, a seductive mix that bloomed on the tip of his tongue like fine wine. Wickedness surrounded her, weaved its' evil veil throughout her entire being. Ezra wanted her. She made his stomach growl and he knew her soul would taste good too. He navigated around the uninteresting mortals and found the woman sitting alone at a table near the dance floor. Crimson pouty lips and long dark hair set off her french vanilla complexion. The sight of her enticed him as much as her scent.
Ezra, not being the timid introverted type, introduced himself to her without hesitation, "Hello." He said, holding out his hand. "I saw you and I had to meet you, I'm Ezra."
The woman automatically gave him an overly used, "'bored look'", then once she really saw him, she gave him a genuine smile, "Sabina na Miséria." She said with a bit of a Spanish accent, and let him take her hand.
"Sabina na Miséria, Hmm, Portuguese?" He asked as he lightly held her hand, and tickled her palm suggestively.
Surprised and pleased that he knew, she laughed, "Why yes, very good Ezra."
"na Miséria, meaning, in misery?" He smirked.
"Yes, in misery." She smiled impishly, running her hand through her long locks.
"Mmm, vampire?" He teasingly queried, but he already knew that she was because of her cold vampire touch.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand." She said, feigning ignorance, but delight danced in her gold-flecked hazel eyes. "Ezra, you're teasing me... and I don't know you well enough yet." Sabina demurred, trying to whore her vampiric charms on him. "You intrigue me, I want to know more about you." She said flicking her tongue out and licked her cupid's bow.
"Sexy", he thought, wanting to taste her lips too, but stroked her cheek instead. He saw that she was sizing him, thinking that he was mortal, and yes, planning to make a meal out of him. He laughed to himself, as that was his initial plan, but it had quickly changed once he was aware that she was a soulless vampire. His new plan of course, was to take care of his other needs. The incubus inside him was demanding to be released and another immortal would satisfy the salacious craving. Ezra grinned; he had never fucked a vampire before.
~ * ~
Sniffing the air around him, wanting to smell that coppery tang of his blood, but instead, all she smelled was sex. The man reeked it. Sabina felt an erotic buzz slip, slither, and settle in between her thighs. She couldn't remember the last sexual encounter she had with a human. It was at least a few since her becoming she thought, much too long ago and the experiences too insignificant to remember. She wanted to have sex with this man who had the most vivid blue eyes she had ever seen—he made her cold blood boil.
Yes, she, Sabina na Miséria, was a vampire wanting to gratify both her desires with this mortal, Ezra. One need she had to fulfill was to feed off his blood and the other yen could be satisfied with his hard cock between her thighs. Thinking about having him made her sopping wet. She'd tear him up and she hoped he lasted past her idea of foreplay.
Ezra bent down, "Oh, yes darlin'," He crooned into her ear, making her heart skip a beat because she thought that he had read her mind at first.
"Oh, wow he's a devil", she mused, positively crazed with want. "For starters, you can order me a Sangria, because baby... you have to lube me up with more than with just smooth talk and sexy smiles to get into my panties." Sabina whispered back, licking his earlobe suggestively.
"Forgive me." He said, hailing a waitress with a wave of his hand, "I have such bad manners." Ezra smiled charmingly as he sat down, sliding his chair close hers and set his drink on the table. Sabina sniffed, and inhaled a single malt scotch whiskey fumes. "Classy..." The waitress appeared, staring at him as he ordered her drink. "A Sangria and I'm... fine." He said then sipped his drink, looking at the waitress over the rim of his glass and winked.
The waitress left, but not before Sabina had to give her a sharp look to hurry her along. "He's trouble all right", she thought, smiling and not blaming the waitress for drooling as he did have those tall, dark, and handsome good looks that fit his sexy, flirty attitude.
Curious as to why he decided to slum at the club, she asked, "I have to ask why you're here—"
"Same reason you are here Sabina." He said quickly, cutting her off.
"Mmm," she murmured as the waitress returned with her drink. "I doubt that." She said, taking a drink of the citrus flavored red wine.
"Don't be so sure." He said, his deep blue eyes full of mischief, then cast a wandering eye at the waitress' round ass as she left them alone.
"A real cad"—she'd known many like him and she always found their screams of horror most satisfying when she sunk her teeth into their necks. She smiled, feeling his hot hand slip between her bare knees, caressing her softly. "Sweet rogue..." Sabina smiled; she'd have a real good time playing with him, and then later she'd eat him.
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"Ezra moved away from between her thighs. She felt happy. Making love with him was something she found so very satisfying. Lana loved him more and more each time they were together. He slid down, licking, kissing her neck, collarbone and nuzzled her breast. She moaned as he gently sucked a nipple.
"Oh my, you've already made me come so many times. I think we had better stop for now. I'm too sensitive." She half-heartedly protested with a giggle.
"Sorry, I think my incubus slipped out." He laughed softly.
Ezra laid his head upon her bare belly with an ear pressed to her naval, and she laced her fingers through his hair—such a gentle loving gesture, his thoughts mingled with hers. He closed his eyes, and extinguished the white glowing light when he did so. A long while passed as he lay there then he smiled drowsily, wrapped his arms around her and she caught his last thought before he went to sleep...
Darlin', you and I are going to have a baby. "
Lana opened her eyes and found she had fallen asleep in the library. She tried to get off the over-stuffed sofa, but couldn't. Her very pregnant belly had her pinned on her back like a turtle.
"Need some help up?" asked a familiar female Animula voice.
Lana glanced warily at Faith, holding her hand out, "Sure, that would be nice." She said, hiding her distaste for her.
Faith helped her up off the couch. "That certainly is a good sofa to take a nap on, but not a good choice for someone who is heavy with child." She said, looking pointedly at Lana's ever expanding stomach. "Did Ezra happen to tell you that you were having multiples because you sure look like you are."
"Yes, he did say, and you're right, he and I are having twins." Lana said, smiling when she saw that the mention of "'he and I'" irritated Faith. Lana knew that her being with Ezra bothered Faith because she and Ezra never had any children, even though Faith had wished for it and that they had many opportunities throughout the years. "They should be due any day now." Lana said, rubbing her belly affectionately and heading towards her room.
Faith smiled tightly, and followed her. "Yes, it's amazing how Animula-human babies develop so quickly—Three months worth of pregnancy and then you have a baby." She said glancing at Lana as they walked down the hall. "Full-blooded, Animula babies develop within two months and grow nearly twice as fast than mixed breed children, but stop aging at twenty-five."
"And Animula-humans develop four times faster than humans... So?" Lana asked aggravated with Faith, but thinking of her two-month old pregnancy that looked like eight.
"All Animula have blue eyes."
Lana glanced at Faith, feeling an incredible urge to smack her up side of the head because it sounded like she was talking about pedigree show-dogs and not babies. Lana could sense that Faith didn't approve of Animula-humans, nor did Mathias... "Mathias," she shuddered at thought of that particular Animula—she was still very much afraid that her twins were fathered by him and not Ezra. She would have to wait and see if her stupid, immature act of vengeance had consequences.
"Yes, I know that and again, I say so what." Lana said, wondering where Faith was going with all this.
"Animula's are the dominant gene." Faith smirked, "All of Ezra's children have his black hair." She said, looking Lana in the eye, "And that white streak he has at the left of their temples... will your twins?" Faith asked cruelly, then turned on her heel leaving Lana staring after her—thinking of how blond Mathias' hair was.
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The incubus in him silently raged, whispered its' desires to him as he coolly sat next to her making small talk. Sabina was lucky that they were in crowded club. If they hadn't been, he would've had her in every Kama Sutra position and violated her in every other kinky way his incubus desired, which was fathomless.
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Keywords: 2nd, Immortal, Sin:, Deadly, The,