Haven't done one of these in a while.

[ssecca01.livejournal.com]

Can I get some het? *g* Christina/Lance or Christina/JC. As to what the fic is about, can you use my icon as inspiration?

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[hegemony.livejournal.com]

one question before i start writing this, scott. does that say 'vampire queen' or just 'queen'. And if it only sticks to queen, are you easily squicked by vampires?

[ssecca01.livejournal.com]

It says vampire queen yes. And no, never squicked by vampires. and eeee! you're going to wrrrriiiite it!

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

kinda short and random. Sorry it took so long for so little

Christina can remember the night he first took her, centuries ago. It was her first night in Paris, her eyes wide and her body aching for the new experience of being out on her own. Her corset itched in anticipation, and her hat was uncomfortable.

Somewhere, she couldn’t remember now, He had seen her, began to follow her, showed up in the reach of a street light.

“Has jack the ripper come to Paris, or are you just getting your kicks staring at my backside?” She asked him. He stayed quiet.

The night after, he met her while she was on her nightly walk, begging forgiveness for his lack of manners and stalkerish tendencies. He introduced himself as Joshua, said she could call him JC, and led her on with a kind and hypnotic smile.

This continued to happen, night after night after night until JC got to know her. He lured her back to his apartment, her body trembling in the warm air around them.

She closed her eyes, her mouth trembling softly as he carefully unwound the strings of her corset, kissing her neck as she watched his work in the mirror.

“I don’t know you,” She whispered and turned away.

“You know everything about me, dear,” He whispered back, teeth skirting across her ear.

“Everything?”

“Everything but one thing. And that one last thing you’ll learn very, very soon, I assure you.” He smiled.

The corset fell heavy to the floor, and Christina stood near naked to him, only in panties and garters. She moaned quietly as his soft hand caressed her breast and his lips bowed for a kiss.

He inched the panties and garters down her legs softly, kissing every new piece of skin he found. She stepped out of them and sighed.

Laying her on the bed, he kissed her again, a storybook romance building around them. He slid in, both of them moaning and working together. Her legs wrapped around him, pushing him deeper inside as her hands slid into his hair, getting tangled endlessly in the jungle of curls.

He makes her cry out when she comes, hands slipping down off his head to grab onto the sheets.

But suddenly, the air changes around him, she can feel cool death inside him. Cool death inside her. He pins her down and looks at her, licking his lips and showing her his teeth.

“It’s time for you to know my last secret, m’lady,” he chuckles, his teeth scraping across her ear.

“You’re a…a…”

“Yes, a vampire,” he smiled, still on top of her. “You know, it’s funny how I thought you were going to be an easy kill for me, a pounce and suck. But no. Not now.”

His hand traces the curve of Christina’s face. “I’m too infatuated with you now. I think I’ll keep you for myself, now.”

With that, he gracefully descended onto her neck, biting and sucking until she feels drained.

He sits atop her, she uses her last bit of energy to moan and unlock her legs from around him, almost by reflex.

“This is foolish, you know. I should let you die but something tells me I’ll regret it completely. Come, child, the sun is rising. I must show you it one last time before I turn you,” he whispers.

Christina was floating along the line between death and life, then. She could only feel JC pick her up, carry her out near the shadows and stand her up against a pilar in the view of a window. She opened her eyes weakly, and saw the sun shining outside. It threatened to take her apart.

Behind her, JC slit his wrist open, blood spurting out weakly. He held it gently to Christina’s lips, letting the first drops of blood slip through her lips.

“You see that, child? Take a good look at it, now. You won’t see it again, I assure you. Yes…”

Christina drank. JC's eyes rolled backward with a hidden kink of pleasure.

“Yes. Drink until I’m dry. I want you to know you’re every last portion of me. Because I am your sire now. I’m your sire and you are my queen.”

Ever since then, Christina’s changed. She dyed her hair black and fed well every night, of both bottled and fresh blood. JC did treat her like a queen

JC loved her, of that she was sure, and when she wasn’t, she’d drink him until he was nearly dead and make him confess his love, taking advantage of his body any way she could.

JC was going to have to know for the rest of eternity what he had made of her.

[ssecca01.livejournal.com]

Oh My God that is brilliant. Simply wow. and hot. and beautiful and a twinge of sadness as well. but wow. thank you so very much, it was worth the wait.