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Authors: Candace Blevins

Tags: #Fiction, #Fantasy, #Urban, #Erotica, #Bdsm

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“So, when I tested you at the coffee house, to see if you were reading my mind or smelling my scent…?” I knew the answer, based on what he just said, but needed to verify.

His smile was playful as he asked, “Can you deep throat in reality as well as you can imagine it?”

I chose to ignore his question and asked another of my own. “Does it work both ways, could you project into my head as well?”

You tell me, can I?

I heard it in my head, but it took me a few seconds to realize he hadn’t said it aloud.

“Whoa, you did, didn’t you? Okay, stop with the cocky smile and give me a chance to get acclimated.”

I tried to project to him.
When is the last time you were in love? The kind of love where you love someone more than life itself.

About two hundred and fifty years ago.

Human or vampire?

Neither.

I switched back to voice, hearing him in my head was a bit disconcerting and I needed to get used to it. “I’d be interested in hearing the story if you’re comfortable telling it, but I won’t push. Do we have to be close to each other to talk that way, or can we do it from a distance?”

“I don’t know, usually I have to be near a human unless they’re in some way bound to me metaphysically, and most have a hard time figuring out how to project to me on purpose. But you’re a bit of an anomaly, so we’ll have to play around with it and see what the limits are.”

“An anomaly.” I smiled and gave a half-chuckle. “What a nice way of putting it. Can I block you from projecting to me by shielding?”

“Put up your shields and let’s find out.”

I strengthened my aura, put an extra layer of protection around me, locked my brainwaves down, and told him to try it. He looked at me expectantly and I told him to go ahead.

“If you didn’t hear me, you successfully blocked me,” he said, a thoughtful look on his face.

I launched into more questions, and he answered nearly all of them. Holy items didn’t bother him — he could walk into a church if he wanted, and he’s been known to wear crosses to prove to people he isn’t evil, or in previous centuries to dispel rumors of his being a vampire. Silver, however, is very bad. He reflects in a mirror, and you can take pictures of him, though he can vibrate at a higher speed and make himself blurry on both film and digital images if he chooses.

He can fly, and if he had to he could fly all night, but it would be very tiring and would require a lot of blood. He normally goes no longer than about ten minutes, and he can cover around twenty-five miles in that amount of time. He usually drives, though, because he likes to keep his ability to fly known to as few people as possible. His vampires know, as do most of the long-lived in town, but few others do.

He doesn’t need an invitation to enter a home, and he has no problems with running water. He doesn’t sleep in a coffin, but in a bed, and his bedroom is in a basement without windows. He doesn’t like garlic or the smell of it, but it won’t hurt him. He doesn’t burst into flames in the sun, but he gets a severe sunburn in around five seconds, and within about a minute most vampires are injured enough they need to go underground into the bare earth and sleep for months, maybe a year, in order to heal. Tie a vampire out in the sun all day and it would take hundreds of years for most to heal, so to a human’s mind they’d be dead. There are vampires who’ve played around with sunblock and have developed a spray-on version that allows them in the sun on cloudy days for short periods of time, enough to get from one building to another, or from a house into a light-tight trunk, but they still can’t go out in the full sun. He hasn’t tried it and doesn’t intend to.

He wouldn’t tell me how to kill him, nor would he share the full extent of his mental powers. I know he can erase and replace memories, and he can talk mind to mind, but he wasn’t willing to discuss the extent of these abilities, much less whatever else he might be able to do.

He also wouldn’t talk about whether he can shift into an animal form or not, and his refusal to answer this question bothered me more than the other questions he’d avoided.

He can drink unsweetened tea with no ill effects, and though he loves the smell of coffee, he can’t consume more than about a teaspoonful without feeling ill. He can drink most hard liquors, his body is fine with them since they’re basically the same in a drunk person’s blood as they are in pure form. He can get a buzz off of a lot of alcohol, but it’s very hard for him to actually get drunk.

Out of the blue, he said, “I apologize for showing myself as a monster last night. Is this why you’re acting distant, today?”

“No need to apologize, I appreciate seeing your other side.” I shrugged and gave him what was probably a sheepish smile. “I figure if we start kissing I won’t get any answers. I’m sitting over here so you can’t distract me.”

His smile was one of relief, but he asked, “It didn’t make you afraid of me?”

“Are you planning to hurt me?”

“No.”

“Then I have no reason to be afraid, do I?”

“But I could kill you right now, if I wanted.”

“Yeah, and I could kill you right now if I wanted, also. It doesn’t mean I’m going to do it.”

“I doubt you could kill me.”

He didn’t say it hateful, or with humor. Just matter of fact.

I paused before reacting, tempted to show him I could. However, I’d already demonstrated all I intended, so I said, “I would’ve thought you’ve lived long enough to know it can be dangerous to be so certain someone isn’t a threat.”

“Please don’t take offense, but you’re human, and humans are no match for me. Everything about me was designed to make me the perfect predator. I don’t take advantage of it on a daily basis, but I haven’t feared a single human armed with only a gun for millennia.”

Again, not said arrogantly, just as a statement of fact, and I decided not to argue the point. Perhaps it was better for him to wrongfully believe I wasn’t a threat, as it gave me the element of surprise, should I need it.

“Okay,” I said with a shrug, “but the idea that you don’t want me to see all of you bothers me. I need to see the nice parts
and
the scary parts in order to know who you are. I’ve learned to look inside of people to decide what I think about them. I know some perfectly nice looking people who are really monsters at heart, and some horribly monstrous looking people with a heart of gold. I won’t judge you on your looks, but on your words and actions, and where you choose to put your energies.”

With that, it was apparently his turn to ask questions. “You used to be a ballerina?”

“Yes, I have seventeen years of formal training, and I was fortunate enough to be able to spend a few years dancing professionally before an injury took me out of the dancing world. I managed to squeeze classes in between performances, so my dancing paid for my college, for the most part.”

“And then you were a professional juggler?”

“You
have
done your homework. Yes, once I could walk again I created a juggling act and incorporated what little bit of dancing I could still do into my act. There were only a few male jugglers better than me, and no females who could come close. I had a lot of fun with it, and it gave me a great excuse to travel.”

I grinned, happy to be sharing more than I usually could. “There are some who think I have supernatural reflexes. They want to put my reflexes into the same box as my metaphysical skills, but I could react nearly instantaneously long before I started meditating and going off to try to find myself.”

“You needed to find yourself?”

“After my injury I was told I’d never walk again without a brace. My dancing career was over, and suddenly I was left with only two friends. All of my other friends had been from the dancing part of my life, and when I wasn’t seeing them for performances and practice several times a week, we no longer had anything in common. I’ve always been an avid reader, so I started reading, and went through more than four hundred books in the course of a year. I studied most of the major religions and some of the smaller ones. I read about aliens, out of body experiences, theoretical physics, healing with energies, reincarnation and past lives, Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce, even Shirley MacLaine. You name it, I probably read about it. Some of it was bunk, some of it wasn’t, and I needed to figure out which was which.”

I paused, but he didn’t say anything, so took a sip of my tea and continued. “When I decided it was time to stop reading and start
doing
, I went to workshops where I learned better meditation practices and some cool visualizations. I even did the whole past life regression thing. I learned to heal simple things like headaches by manipulating someone’s energy field, and eventually managed to mostly heal my foot, at least enough so I could walk again. I was part of a meditation group for a couple of years, and we managed to do some interesting things with our energies. It wouldn’t be interesting to
you
, but to us humans it was proof there is more to this reality than science would have us believe. I met someone at a new age fair who asked me to stick around and talk to him and his wife when the fair was over. I did, and they took a liking to me and kind of took me under their wings to teach me. I went to their home a few weeks later for the weekend, and went with them to a Native American ceremony. Words can’t explain what that experience did for me. I spent a few years immersed in the culture, and it was incredible.”

“Native American ceremony didn’t teach you how to shoot a laser out of your hand.”

I laughed to cover my discomfort at realizing what he really wanted to know. However, he hadn’t answered all of my questions, so I wouldn’t feel bad about refusing to answer some of his.

“No, it didn’t. I guess what I wanted to share is that my journey took me from shallow and materialistic, to being a deeply spiritual person. I’m not the same woman I was in my early twenties.”

“How does being a sexual submissive fit in with your spirituality?”

I hadn’t expected him to go there just yet, but I had no problems with the question and was kind of glad he’d asked. “That’s an easy one. Sex isn’t bad or good, it just is. Some religions have tried to convince us it’s bad, but it’s natural in all of its forms — as long as it’s consensual, of course. My pain and pleasure centers get a bit confused sometimes, but in the end it’s all sensation.” I shrugged. “The whole power exchange aspect on top of the pain? There’s no logic, it’s just works for me and there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s simply part of who I am. Nothing says being sexually
anything
means you can’t be a spiritual person. In fact, I think denying part of yourself would inhibit your spirituality, not help it along.”

I took another sip of my tea and added, “You’ve been around since before Christianity. I’m not up for it tonight, but I’d love to have some marathon sessions where we talk about how religion has evolved. Or, perhaps devolved.”

“Can you tell me about the arrangement you have with James Arrington?”

Apparently, he was giving me a taste of my own medicine by asking questions without commenting on the previous answer.

I set my tea back on the table and told him, “We see each other for a single four-hour session each week. Sometimes it’s an hour-long scene and the rest is talking, sometimes three hours of it’s scene and there’s only time for aftercare and not much talking. He’s my friend, trainer, and mentor, and we speak on the phone in between our Monday sessions. Occasionally we go hiking together, maybe a half-dozen times a year. He’s very dear to me, but there’s no romantic love. I don’t have a crush on him or anything.”

“Do you have sex with him?”

“No. I’ve never seen him in any form of undress. I’ve never even seen him with his shirt off, and I’ve never touched him sexually in any way. Though, he’s of course touched me in every way sexually you can possibly imagine, and then some.” I answered as matter-of-factly as I could, without any embarrassment or unease. Abbott was a Dom, and was asking questions he needed to know if he and I were to scene together. I didn’t know if we would, but part of me very much hoped.

“What does he get out of it?” Abbott asked.

Good question. I shrugged and said, “There’s a small list of things off-limits for me to talk to him about or ask, and that’s one of them. He offered to train me a really long time ago, and we both seem happy with the arrangement.”

“Why have you never married?”

“I’ve never found a man I could stand to live with who could also make me happy in the bedroom. In recent years I’ve met two men I’d have married in a heartbeat if they hadn’t been vanilla, but it wouldn’t have been fair to me or them to make a lifelong commitment under those circumstances. And, the truth is, I love my life and don’t need a man to be happy. If the right person comes along I’ll be thrilled, but if not then I’m still making a good life for myself.”

“You mentioned past life regressions, do you remember any past lives?”

Yes, but this was another question I didn’t want to answer. I opted to deflect instead of refusing, though. “Do you believe humans reincarnate?”

“Yes.”

“Have you met humans you recognized from one of their past lives? Someone you knew before?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Do you think you recognize me? Is that the attraction?”

“While something seems familiar about you, I do not at this time recognize you as someone from my past. I find myself pulled to the essence of who you are. Do not attempt to cheapen my attraction to you.” It was an order, but I let it go.

“And...” I hesitated, as I wasn’t sure I wanted to bring this up, but then decided I needed to see his reaction. “I’m someone you can’t control with your vampire powers, which I assume has your curiosity up? Makes me different? A challenge?”

“Tell me about the past lives you remember.”

Now he was trying to deflect instead of answer, and I reached for my tea again as I considered how to respond. I took a few sips, met his gaze, and said, “No. If you think you recognize me then tell me and we’ll compare notes. Or if you don’t want to influence my brain by putting suggestions in, then ask me where I was during a certain time period. Actually, I’ll do that for one time-frame now. Where were you around five hundred BC?”

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