Part 2

Armand sat across from Lestat and watched him blankly as he played solitaire. Lestat glanced up at the auburn haired urchin. He knew Armand's thoughts were of Louis, sometimes Armand just could not get enough of the green eyed beauty. Lestat could not put him at fault for this, because he himself could not get enough of Louis. It had been a little over two hundred years since Louis's blazing creation and every time Lestat made love to him it seemed like the very first time.

Louis came down stairs swiftly, running his hand through his black hair. He was dressed in a pair of black stretch denim boot cut pants, black cowboy boots, a sheer long sleeve cropped poet shirt which revealed just a hint of his chiseled muscular abs. Lestat stood up from the table, the cards scattered across the table and fell to the floor. He was mesmerized by this beautiful angel of the night. He walked towards Louis with both arms outstretched mouthing the words "Come to me" silently. Louis strolled casually into his makers arms and wrapped his arms aroung his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Lestat pulled the succulent creature in his arms into his chest, pressing full length against him. Molding their bodies together like wet molasses. Blood sweat beaded across Lestat's forehead, the heat was rising. He began to grind against Louis's body. Armand cleared his throat and chuckled softly. Louis pulled away from Lestat seductively and kissed him on the lips, nibbling his lower lip breaking the skin, the blood welled up in the tear. Lestat moaned and pushed his tongue in Louis's warm, moist mouth. So soft, so sweet, so delicious.

Louis separated his lips from Lestat's hungry mouth. Both of them struggled to catch their breath. Lestat pulled Louis to him again, this time forcibly, demanding satisfaction. Louis could feel Lestat's bulging need straining against his pants zipper.

"Please Lestat, I must go now." Louis said. His eyes betraying his need to stay. "Louis, please go tomorrow, go next week, but please stay with me tonight." Lestat begged. He stroked his lovers round derriere, stoking the flames of desire in him. But Louis gently pulled away from Lestat.

"I will be home early, okay? Please wait for me, I promise it will be worth the wait my sweet prince." Louis blew Lestat a kiss and swaggered out the door. Never looking back Louis began to run, the desire within him was a raging storm and he just wasn't ready for Lestat to feel the power of it's destruction.

Armand broke into a peel of laughter. Lestat whirled around to face him, his eyes blazing, his fangs bared dangerously.

"Let's do it!" Lestat roared. Armand seemed to fly from his chair into Lestat. They had lasted nearly halve of the week without tearing at each others throats but after being put on hold by Louis, Lestat felt rejected and it happened unfortunately in front of his arch nemesis. And nobody, I mean NOBODY puts the Brat Prince on standby.

Part 3

WARNING!!! This is the last part of this spec that is not excessively graphic. There will be obscenities, graphic sex scenes and extremely graphic violence. When I am finished with this everyone will be reeling. Please if you are offended by such things as this, do not continue.

Now, let's continue.........
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Armand crashed against the settee by the door. Lestat hurled himself onto Armand. Blow after stinging blow showered down. Lifting the little urchin up, Lestat opened the front door and tossed him outside. Armand rolled as he landed and jumped up as graceful as a cat. He smiled wickedly and beckoned for Lestat who stood towering in the doorway.

"Come on my friend." Armand chimed. "Let's finish this out here. It might help release some of that sexual tension you have bottled up inside. Thanks to Louis, I presume"

"With pleasure, your request will not be denied. You little evil, sadistic, meddling bastard!" Lestat charged Armand. Both of them met head on, fists flying, kicking, punching. Lestat back hand slapped Armand across the face, it sent him reeling onto the ground sprawled on his back.

"A bitch slap for a bitch." Lestat retorted with an evil smile. He spat vilely on the ground next to Armand, his spittle tinged with blood. A steel pole suddenly flew through the air. Lestat caught it swiftly, never breaking his stride towards Armand who still remained on the ground, groggy from the blow.

His telephathic poweres were tingling tonight. He could feel an unaccounted for surge of electricity coursing through him. He had merely though of a pole and the organic matter around him had responsed obediently. He stood over Armand now, his anger retreating quickly as he stared down at his fallen foe. Armand seemed merely a child rubbing his head with misty eyes. Lestat became concerned, he stooped and placed a hand on his shoulder. Maybe he had struck him alitle to hard.

"Are you alright little one?" Lestat asked fearfully. He did not want Louis to return and find Armand hurt; he would never hear the last of it. Then there was Marius to contend with and he did not feel like hearing a lecture of how powerful he was and that he should act more responsible and all other bullshit. He looped his arm around the smaller immortal and helped him stand. Armand stared wide-eyed at the steel pole Lestat held. He rubbed his jaw which had a noticeable bruise from the powerful slap.

"I'm assuming the pole was for me." Armand said sluggishly.

"Yes, at one time it was." Lestat replied, hurling the pole powerfully into the brick archway across the street. It pierced the bricks with a loud thud and slid in until only a quarter of an ich of it remained visible.

"Well, we nearly made it for a week without fighting." Armand said with a sigh, then chuckled under his breathe. He and Lestat strolled towards the house.

"Yeah, we did did'nt we. Well, no matter, we have next week to try again." Lestat replied patting Armand on the back.

"You know, I was just about to make a real biting remark about you and Louis just before you back handed me." Armand glanced at Lestat, his impish smile growing.

"I know. That is the very reason I nearly knocked all your fucking teeth out." Lestat replied bursting into a fit of laughter. "Now, how are you going to explain the bruise to Daniel?"

"He will figure it out I'm sure. Me and you, Lestat, in this house TOGETHER! Now, is'nt it quite obvious." Armand replied stepping through the door quickly, slamming it shut in Lestat's face.

"Yes, my idiot friend, it is." Lestat growled under is breath. "It certainly is".

Part 4

Wednesday 8 p.m.

The book club dismissed quietly. Everyone was deep in thought as they peeled away into the night. Louis felt educated as always after the little sessions. He loved to hear the quotes, questions, and answers. Most of all, he gathered new titles of books to read. But, lately he had not been in the mood to read. His thoughts were consummed by the need to be free. To do whatever he desired to do without having to answer to anyone. Lestat had become quieter but his possessiveness and jealousy was bordering on the edge of insanity . Going home to Rue Royale had become a task for a dungeon master.

Having fed earlier, Louis strolled along Main Street slowly. He would stop and window shop or just glance at the night clubs and bars. None of it really interested him tonight. He walked on, quickening his stride. The night was humid and damp. Louis' thoughts wandered to Lestat; his royal guardian, his knight in golden armour, his Dick Tracy, his.........Lestat. Just plain old Lestat. He smiled at his thought of referring to Lestat as old. Could the Brat Prince truly be referred to as old even though he still possessed the vigor and virility of a young lion? Louis decided that he would ask Marius that very question one day in the near future.

The blood of the victim he fed upon coursed through him now, warming him up and giving his appearance a ruddy flush. He felt alive!! His skin tingled and throbbed pleasantly as he visualized him and his golden prince locked together in the blood kiss. Yes, he would keep his promise to Lestat, tonight. His mind filled with images of his coupling with Lestat, Louis began to run. He did not know where his running would lead him but he did not let that thought deter him. The wind lifted his velvet black hair and carried it flowing behind him, a black cascade of pure silk. The blood sweat poured down his body, cooling him as he ran on, FASTER, FASTER, FASTER.....Yes! this was how it felt to be alive and FREE!!!
Louis exuberance led him out of the city into the outskirts of town. He began to walk, where was he? He glanced around at the underbrush and trees.....Suddenly, his preternatural senses begin to go bezerk. DANGER Louis!!! DANGER!!!!. His senses reeled, he swirled around at a noise behind him. Before he could react, the thing came tearing out of the underbrush. Ripping at his blood stained garments.

Louis struggled with the thing, his fear increased his strenghth but he still was no match for his attacker. It tore off his shirt as he pushed it away. It pounced on him, knocking him down on his back. The ground was soft and grassy which absorbed most of the impact of his fall. His eyes misted, cleared and widened with terror as he stared up into the eyes of his assailant. It towered above him, nearly six feet or more in height, claws outstretched, it's body muscled and powerful. It appeared to be half man and half dog. He screamed and rolled to the left, the thing slammed a clawed hand down to block Louis' flight of escape. Louis rolled to the right, another clawed hand blocking him. The thing crouched over Louis now, saliva and froth dripping from it's huge jaws unto Louis' chest and abdomen. His soft skin glistened from the blood sweat beading up from his exhaustion. He cursed the barrier that blocked telepathic communication between fledgling and maker.

His mind screamed, LESTAT!!DANNY!!ARMAND!!!ANYONE!!!!!!. His eyes welled with blood tears, he reached up and shoved the huge powerful chest of the beast, sobbing now uncontrollably and helplessly. Louis hit, punched and kicked at the monster. Wearying himself down, all the fight to live slithered from him. He closed his eyes, "This is the end"., he thought. Sobs racked his body, he entwined his small hands in the creatures briskly fur, closing his emerald green eyes he visualized Lestat's golden hair, full lush lips, and infectouis smile. With these thoughts playing over and over in his mind, Louis braced himself for the agonizing pain of being torn to shreds.

Part 5

Rue Royal Wednesday 8 P.M.

The night proceeded uneventful. Thanks to Daniel. Upon his return home he found that Armand had a bruise across his cheek. He chastised Lestat as best he could knowing it would only go in one ear and out the other. But what could he expect from those two when left unoccupied for a long period of time around each other. Chaos! Pure chaos!

Daniel grunted softly. He was surprised the house was still standing. He glanced at his watch, 8:09 p.m.; where was Louis? Armand switched channels and came to pause on the Discovery Channel. Danny sighed and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Earlier on his way home he picked up a telepathic whisper of a scream, it carried the shrill tones of when death is near. Then a faint blurry vision of Louis flaired quickly and vanished. It seemed as if something had scrambled his senses.

Daniel glanced at Armand's boyish face. If Louis had raised his preternatural voice for sure Armand would have heard it, as well as the other elders across the world. For sure by now their thoughts would have been swamped with preternatural voices. Daniel smiled, he found comfort in those thoughts. But on the other hand, what if no one had heard, what if Louis was in trouble and could not call for help, what if........ Daniel's smile faded slowly.

Danny arose from the couch, kissed Armand on the cheek and mumbled something about leaving some items in the car. On his way out the door he glanced towards Lestat, who sat by the fireplace listening to his cd player. "As always" he thought, "He's waiting on Louis." Daniel quickened his pace once on the sidewalk. The mortals swaggered here and there unaware of Daniel's passing except for a strange cool breeze which seemed to come from nowhere. His mind was working actively, his thoughts keen and precise. Tonight is Wednesday and Louis usually attends his weekly book club. First, Daniel thought, I will check for Louis there.

Part 6

Lestat sat before the fireplace, his headphones on, CD blaring loudly drowning out all sound, all thought. Eyes closed, he began to hum with the music. He could see Louis, his Louis so soft and succulent. So sweet. Louis was dancing, moving so seductively, so feline.

Last friday night had been very special to Lestat. He recalled vividly as he,Louis,Daniel and Armand had decided to go clubbing. The music was strangely rhythmic and romantic, creating an atmosphere of lethal seduction. Louis had surprisely stayed close to Lestat that night. Dancing inches from Lestat's broad, protective chest. Strange enough, Lestat had found it cute and quite arousing. He would place his arm around Louis' slender waist occassionally in hopes maybe he would stop gyrating and just stand still. But Louis would just settle into his one armed embrace and continue to wiggle with the music. Teasingly offering his throat to Lestat, pursing his full lips or licking them wetly, wiggling and grinding against Lestat at the same time. Lestat could once again feel the brush of their silken shirts as they flirted unashamely with each other.

Lestat smiled and settled deeper within the fur rug before the warm fire. Louis, his darling little saviour, his lover for all eternity. So full of passion and desire. Totally insatiable. He recalled how anxious his lover seemed at times during that night. Glancing to the dance floor, eyes darting quickly as if he were searching for someone. Then he would nestle closer, his sweet cinnamon scented breathe caressing Lestat's lips until the Brat Prince tired of the little seducer's games and kissed him possessively. Lestat then felt Louis fall into his embrace, pressing lovingly against the length of his hard muscled body.

He had enjoyed that little tryst between himself and his beloved immensely and was looking forward to a repeat performance this weekend. As that night's scenario played over in his mind's eye, Lestat caught a glimpse of someone who by a slight difference, maybe the way they wore their hair, clothes or a lopsided smile or hunger eyes but whatever the difference, Lestat sensed they were not human nor were they immortal. His memories eye scanned his thoughts almost painfully for that someone or something. Why could'nt he focus on them? A man, woman........ an animal, a monster?

Lestat winced and opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock above the fireplace; 9:00p.m. Where was Louis? He rose to his feet and removed his headphones. Armand had fallen asleep watching television. Lestat went to the balcony and scanned the courtyard of Rue Royal. Not a sign of his beautiful one. A hard frown creesed his brow, anger and fear gripped his heart. "Mon cher, you will have alot of explaining to do when I find you." Lestat took flight from the balcony, an angry growl vibrated deep within his chest.

Part 6b

Logan sat quietly in a corner booth observing the dance floor, it was Friday night and the club was buzzing. The music blared passionate and lethally seductive. He licked his lips and touched Devlin and Sammy on their shoulders, Logan gestured for them to follow him on to the dance floor. Logan could smell the pulsating flesh and blood all around them.

The women were so delicious in their mini skirts and skimpy tops. He swaggered through the crowd, touching smooth, tanned mid riffs, long tastey thighs, dimpled knees. His sexual desire begin to rise. Logan rubbed the prominent bulge in the front of the black patent leather pants he wore. He smiled wickedly from underneath the matching black wide brim Stetson he wore. He could feel the women touch and caress his broad muscled chest and firm abs as he passed them.

He suddenly had the urge to feel flesh upon his naked deeply tanned chest. He brushed the floor length leather duster coat back swiftly, revealing his shirtless torso accented with a gold serpentine chain. Reaching out without scrutiny or discrimination, Logan pulled the first soft body that came in contact with his touch. Pulling her to him, he kissed her deeply. Pelvis to pelvis, grinding against her. Logan held her still by the nape of her neck, he ran his other hand passionately across her tight ass and squeezed. Logan opened his eyes as he parted lips with the woman, but still held her by the waist. Her eyes met his....as green as the emeralds of Egypt.....Logan was mesmerized.

Logan felt her gently pull away from his grasp, she was shivering gently. He slipped his hand into her palm and entwined their fingers. He kissed the back of her smooth hand, reassuring her that he meant no harm; only to dance with her. He pushed the brim of his hat back, revealing his eyes. She was beautiful!!! Her long black hair fell loosely about her shoulders, a few strands had fallen across her eyes, he brushed them aside. Her lips were full and ruddy, high cheekbones gave her a feline appearance.

Logan boldly placed his fingers on her chiseled abdomen, counting each defined muscle, tracing the narrow indention which separated the perfect rows of muscles down to the top of her navel. She softly pressed against his teasing fingers and gasped. The music blared loudly. Someone had requested a song by the band
"Scorpions" a heavy metal band of the 80's. Logan became caught up in the music, he began to dance, pulling her with him. Devlin and Sammy looked at each other and smiled. They gave each other hi-five and begin to dance on either side of Logan. The electric guitar and drums filled his head, he begin to grind against her, sliding down her lithe body and buried his face in her crotch. She smelt hot, sweet, cinnamony and .........MALE!!!!! But not the usual smell of masculinity of a mortal man. Logan fell on his knees before this intriguing creature and pulled him by the waist against his lips. He pressed his face to his cinnamoy crotch again. THIS IS MADNESS!!!!! Logan thought heatedly.

The song roared on, the lead vocalist croaning huskily:

Just The Present Was Alive
Like A Passion Chained On to A Dream
I Was Drowning In A Feeling
That Obssession Rules
'Til The Morning Kills The Creatures Of The Night

THEY GROANED, RUBBED, CARESSED, SHIVERED, GASPED AND MOANED WHILE THEY DANCED. The other dancer's gave tham space and raunchy smiles and grins as they made love to the music together. Logan brushed his fingers against the white see through shirt the beautiful creature wore, his nipples were a deep pink and erect. Logan smiled and kissed them gently. The song was trailing off now as the DJ mixed in another song. Logan watched as the creature slinked slowly through the crowd. Logan stood still as death as he watched him cross the room and lean into the protective arms of another. He stared at the creature unblinking. "Just look my way, just look....one....two....three....f..." Logan counted. On the count of four, the night urchin turned his head and looked Logan square in the face, his green eyes blazed with desire. He smiled gently and buried his face in the chest of perhaps.....his lover.

Devlin patted Logan on the shoulder and shrugged. Logan smiled and strolled across the dance floor, heading for the exit. Sammy and Devlin walked protectively on either side of him. Logan would not forget this night nor the male creature which captured his lonely heart.

Part 7

Louis slowly opened his eyes, the creatures muzzle was only inches from his face, the huge canines encased within it's jaws were bared dangerously. The beast was now crouched completely over him as if it meant to stretch out lengthwise over his lithe body. Louis blinked to clear the sweat from his eyes, his laboured breathing created a soft breeze which caused the beast to shake it's muzzle. Seconds turned to minute, the beast eyed him curiously turning it's huge head left then right. It sniffed him, he smelt of blood. Louis felt the creatures body rivot backwards and he was lifted from the ground, his hands still entwined into the beast's
fur. Sitting on it's hind legs, it cradled Louis before it as if he were a priceless artifact. Slowly, as if it thought he would break from the mere gesture, it begin to lick his face. Louis winced and begin to sob again. It's tongue caressed his long slender neck, nibbling gently in the groove of his throat leading to the soft dips in his collarbones.

The beast lowered a clawed hand and hooked a razor sharp nail in Louis pants. The fabric ripped loudly sending the creature's helpless prey into a frenzy again. Louis screamed and fought, sob after sob tore from him; he would not die without a fight. He would not just lay down and be torn to bits. The fabric was tossed aside amongst the struggle. The beast's eyes glazed red from the smell of Louis' blood sweat. The more he fought, the more savage the beast's countenance became. It tightened it's grip on Louis' wrists, holding his arms apart as it licked his chest and abdomen. The blood sweat was pouring off of him now. It's rough tongue snaked inside each creese between his chiseled abs. Louis ceased to struggle, gasping to catch his breathe. The probing and prodding of his flesh by the hungry beast had become strongly arousing. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip to surpress a moan of pleasure. The beast laid him down now on his back and commenced to lick his thighs, legs and feet.

Louis was on fire! The thing placed it's mouth over his throbbing cock. He heard a deep chested groan, then the beast begin to suck and nibble his erect organ. The fire engulfed him, a pleasurable, swooning fire. Louis caressed the beasts muscled shoulders, kneading on the bulging sinew beneath the fur. He gyrated passionately as his thoughts drifted in and out, tossing his head from side to side. The night air felt good against his skin mingled with the briskly fur of the animalic fiend devouring him, his soul. The beast slid his powerful claws beneath Louis and pushed a clawed finger between his buttocks, up inside his tight nether orifice. Louis bucked and pushed down hard on the intruding finger. He pulled the beast's other wandering clawed hand up to his ripe mouth and begin to suck on the creature's thumb as he ground his buttocks.

Louis moaned aloud now, each downward grind drawing a squeal of pleasure from him. Then he felt a second finger inserted and he released the creature's thumb from his succulent mouth and screamed. The scream tore across the desolate woods, echoing across the outskirts of the road. Not once had the creature stopped his merciless onslaught of Louis sweet tasting cock. It was slick and sticky from the blood sweat and the creature's saliva. Louis inserted a finger between the beasts mouth and his hard member rubbing gently against the foreskin and encircling the head of his organ. He felt himself building to a climax. He closed his green eyes and arched his back as his hot liquid sex expelled deep within the creature's mouth. He felt the creature swallow and his cock was sucked deep down the beast's throat. Louis held firmly to it's muzzle as he pumped hard and fast. He cried out again, his cry mingled with the beast's soulless, lonely howl.

Louis felt himself being rolled over unto his stomache and lifted to rest on all fours. he felt the creature adjusting it's body against his buttocks, preparing for penetration. The feel of fur gave way to flesh on flesh. "No! This can not be" Louis thought, "This can not be happening." Louis turned quickly preparing to run, taking advantage of the loose grip the beast had on his body, and stared into the most beautifullest pair of deep brown eyes he had ever seen in all his mortal or immortal life.

Part 8

He was magnificent! His hair was a beautiful sandy brown, cropped very low in back and long on the top and front. His lips were a deep burgundy red, full and lush. His brown eyes were an accent to his honey and milk complexion. They reflected the moonlight, flickering specks of gold as he blinked. His build was muscular and well defined. Louis appraised his nakedness with a gasp. He was beautiful! His manhood remained full erect as he kneaded and stroked the head of it which sported a medium sized golden ball. It registered to Louis quickly as a body piercing. He could feel the heated throb of it. Louis licked his lips.

"Who are you?" Louis questioned. He touched the young man's lips with his index finger. He was enthralled, captivated.

"My name is Logan." He replied, a smile playing across his lips. Louis lowered his gaze to peer inside the luscious cavity as he spoke his name.....Yes! another golden ball protruded from his succulent tongue. He scooted closer to Louis on his knees and then relaxed. Every muscle in his body seemed to ripple with the movement. Louis' heart rate quickened as he thought "This is not a vampire, a man nor a beast." Logan's voice was calm but deep; it seemed to vibrate from his chest as he spoke.

"And your name, Passionate one?" He asked. His eerie seductive smile widened.

"Louis." He replied softly. Entranced by this beautiful being, Louis touched his brow and traced the shape of his hairline...so defined. Lestat was golden, all light to Louis' darkness but this being, his darkness consummed the darkness which haunted Louis. Logan leaned forward and kissed Louis' palm as he traced his hairline. Louis stared deep and long into Logan's smoldering eyes.

"As green as the emeralds of Egypt." Logan said barely above a whisper. He reached out and pinched Louis left nipple.

"Ouch!" Louis blushed as his flesh tingled deliciously from the pinch. Logan laughed softly, his beautiful bangs falling across his dark eyes. Then suddenly as quick as a flash of lightning, he begin to kiss Louis hungrily, probing his wet mouth, manipulating Louis' response. Louis felt alive, warm, loved. He responded deeply with all his heart. They broke their kiss and stared breathlessly into each others eyes. "YES!! Mon Dieu!!" Louis thought "I am falling fast in love!"

"Yes, I could love this unearthly being." Louis thought quickly and heatedly. His head was spinning, he felt faint. Louis felt a wild, erotic, passion course through him as Logan placed the palm of his hand over his heart. His heat, his scent....so wild and pure. As they stared deeply once again into each others eyes, Logan relaxed backwards and pulled Louis atop him. Louis knew what he wanted, needed, desired. Straddling Logan's pelvis above his hard throbbing cock, Louis lowered his tight nether orifice down on his sweaty throbbing rod. It pierced Louis! Searing hot and pumping life inside him as he settled in to Logan's rhythm.

YES!! Louis mentally screamed. Logan held Louis in place as he sat erect, never breaking the rhythm between them. Louis wrapped his legs around his waist as he slid slowly the full length of Logan's shaft, then slammed down hard, engulfing him totally.

Part 9

Logan sucked Louis' nipples, thumping them afterwards, causing his new found love to shutter with delight. He nibbled his neck, sucked his chin, licked Louis' succulent lips. Logan could not get enough of the beautiful creature who loved him with every pore of his being.

"I must have you, Passionate one. Promise me you will never leave my side. Together we shall feast upon mankind." Logan whispered huskily in Louis' ear. He sucked Louis' fingers as he quickened the pace. Louis threw his head back, his black hair cascading nearly to the ground, his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. Logan stared at Louis intensely. He watched with his desire cresting hotly as Louis mouthed the words "Oh, Yes." silently as if he were uttering a prayer. The smell of Louis' blood sweat assaulted Logan's senses. He orgasmed explosively. Louis screamed feverishly as he felt the hot, fluid expell inside him. He shivered with the sensation.

A series of small soft whimpers escaped Louis' lips as Logan withdrew from underneath him and readily repositioned himself behind him. Louis obediently lowered on all fours. Yes, he thought. Take me, make me forget, set me free.

Logan leaned into Louis body, penetrating him gently; supporting him with his right arm, holding him close. He held still as Louis rocked forward and backwards , running the length of his rock hard shaft. So sweet, so pure, so willing. Logan silently and gently licked the sweet blood which beaded upon Louis' back. His blood was an elixir for Logan. Each drop tingled inside his hot, wanton mouth, coating his tongue. He sensed a rising need in his new found love. Louis' breathing had become increasingly laboured and a soft mewing sound vibrated from his chest. Logan heard Louis say a name as he adjusted to a new rhythm which seemed to come from within him, Logan shifted and adjusted accordingly to this rhythm. It was smooth and fluid as Louis began to arch his back deeply undulating as smooth as waves of the ocean. Louis bit gently into Logan's thumb and begin to drink. Logan released deep inside Louis again, their cries of ecstasy mingled once again.

They separated and stared at each other once more. They kissed and caressed each other, their fingers exploring and teasing, once again raising the fountain of desire with in them. The dawn was coming fast for Louis. He kissed Logan on the nose and arose, pulling him up with him. They glanced down at each other and laughed. They had to find clothes. What would people thing of two young men strolling together in the early glow of dawn stark naked.

Part 9b

LOGAN'S LAMENT

It is cold tonight. Not the usual cold but a biting chill. Not even the heavy denim jacket I wear seems to cut the chill. I wrap my arms about me as I stand as still as a stone statue staring up into the windows of the house. Not a single shadow moving across the lights from within nor the sound a voice.

I am cold, lonely and hungry. I know soon I must appease my hunger, my insides are on fire as well as my desire to be consummed by my loves kiss. My ears prick as I catch the faint, far away sound of the ruffle of satin sheets against soft skin, the soft whimpers and moans of self pleasure. I smile at this, my love giving himself pleasure. He is now in the throes of passion, beyond the point of retreat. I can smell his hair, his skin, his heat, I can taste him....his sweet blood sweat. My hunger crests to it's full power.

My mouth parts slightly as a pearl drop of saliva trickles down my bottom lip, my eyes begin to seeth with heat, watering over. My keen vision blurrs for a matter of seconds, then clears quickly. The hunger has grown out of control now , it has become an infestation of evil. My teeth begin to grind as they give way to the growing canines, my neck jerks uncontrollably as muscles twine about each other forging a skin make of solid steel and sinew. Fingers flexing into claws, nails now have become talons. Legs, feet, chest all cause me to buckle forward in agony as they twist and contort; transforming me into MY EVIL, MY IMMORTALITY.

Seconds before my change is absolute and the eerie howl of lust and blood tears from my lonely, hungry soul, my eyes turn upward to the balcony window of the house. I catch a glimpse, only a glimpse of my love. He is staring from the balcony, down into my red inhuman eyes. His beautiful green eyes all but for a moment appeases the ravishing hunger within. He is alone and beautiful standing there. I can hear him breathe, smell his love. I can not stand to see his face any longer, lest I leap to the balcony and ravish him until my madness consummes me.

Tearing through the hedges and Queen wreath, I leap swiftly and effortlessly over the gate which served as a barricade against mortals. Anger, hunger, love, lust all seething and twining together. I lift my snarling muzzle and howl again.

My name is Logan, I am a werewolf and I am in love with a vampire.

Part 10

Logan walked silently through the woods, holding Louis' hand firmly. He glanced down as the twigs and sticks snapped beneath Louis' steps. He smiled, turning his face at an angle of which Louis could not see his expression.

"Surely you must be from my own heart. You are a creature of the night but yet you care nothing of silent passage." Logan said homorously to Louis. Louis glanced up at Logan, frowning questionably.

Before long they broke through the underbrush into a cleared field. Relief flooded Louis' body, the rough branches scratching against his delicate skin had been hell. Logan seemed slightly irritated with the situation now. He glanced into the distance at a large farm house up the hill then towards a small cottage just at the edge of the field. A small pickett white gate swung open squeakly in the early morning breeze as if inviting it's guest to enter.

The smell of cattle assaulted Louis' sense of smell. He wrinkled his nose at the unmistakable smell of a slaughterhouse. The smell of stale blood and gore nearly made him wretch. He felt Logan squeeze his hand as he lead him to the small cottage. Only one hour before dawn, Louis could feel his body tiring slowly. He glanced at the many windows in the cottage. "I'm going to die after all" he thought, "My unfaithful ways have finally ran me down to a small country cottage in the arms of the most adorable fiend I have ever met and here I will burn to a crisp with my infidelity to Lestat forever a secret." He squeezed Logan's hand and stared into his eyes sadly. Louis' knew Logan meant well by bringing him there but knowing was half the battle. Louis opened his mouth to speak but Logan placed a finger over his lips to silence him.

With a swift jerk, Louis found himself craddled in Logan's strong arms as he carried him to one of the far rooms of the cottage, he pushed the door open with his foot and carried Louis in and laid him upon a bed. The room was dark but Louis' eyesisght adjusted quickly. He stared groggly above him; a mirror covered the ceiling bedpost to bedpost. He turned his head slightly....what was that noise? The sound of sliding glass then soft clicks from all four points of the room. He saw Logan's face suddenly only inches from his own. Louis closed his eyes as he surrended to the immortal slumber. He felt a soft, silken pressure across his lips, forehead and cheeks. He smiled weakly and giggled drunkenly. Why sudennly did he feel as if he was sleeping beauty and Logan was the Prince who would awaken him with a kiss. Louis felt his body being covered with something soft as his consciousness faded to black.

Logan stared unblinking into Louis' face afraid he would miss a movement, a flinch, a smile perhaps. Something! Anything! Logan arose from the bed and laughed outloud. His husky laughter echoed off the four walls bouncing back at him as if to mock him. "My God!" he thought, laughter forcing it's way from his throat again. "This is madness, sheer madness!" He shouted aloud. Logan glared at Louis' sleeping form with unsurpressed desire. Here stood the Supreme leader of the Werewolf Clan known as "The Dark Reicht" and the supreme law of their kind was to never be partner or allegiance to any other predator of the night or day. Logan knew he could hide this unholy union long enough for him to come up with a plan, he would not loose Louis not after all they had experienced tonight together. Yes, Logan knew that such encounters did not mean much in today's society; just another one night stand so to speak, but he was a man that wore his heart on his sleeve and it would never beat as loud and as hungry with anyone else as it did with the little green eyed vamp which now lay in his bed.

Part 11

Meanwhile on the other side of town........

Daniel and Lestat crossed paths on Main Street. They did not have to question each other of their purpose for being out so close to dawn. Two hours before dawn and not a single sign of Louis. Lestat called home on his cell phone several times during their search, checking with Armand of Louis' return. Nothing. "Not even a goddamn courtesy call." Lestat thought hotly.

Lestat's blood ran hot and volcanic in his preternatural veins. He knew if Louis found something which sparked his interest he could become lost in time. This was not the first time Louis had not come home and Lestat did not expect him to come home all the time, after all he was an adult. But, hell, at least he could call and let him know he was okay. He motioned for Daniel to come and sit down with him.

They sat down on a park bench just a few blocks from Rue Royale. Their silence told the story. Daniel rubbed his palm on his thigh nervously, he did not know what to say. Glancing over to Lestat he tried to sneak through Lestat's thoughts, feeling him out, searching for clues of his present state of mind. He only picked up static...a stray thought of his accounts, his lawyer....Mojo. Daniel knew Lestat was masking his true thoughts but one emotion was quite evident. His inner madness caused his hands to shake, he clenched his fist ever so often.

"I'm going to kill him Danny." Lestat said matter of factly. His blue eyes were two floating cubes of ice. Daniel jumped, startled at the sound of his voice. He could feel, hear and taste every syllable of the phrase Lestat had spoken. Daniel knew that Lestat was serious this time. Some how he just felt it in his soul that Lestat was tired of Louis' little games of hide and seek.

"Maybe he has already found a place to rest until tonight Lestat. Maybe he just need time alone. You know how fickle Louis can be." Daniel replied quietly, trying to sound convincing. It did'nt work. Lestat stood up quick as a streak of lightning.

"You know just as I do Louis has been straying away lately. Finding things to keep him away from home, away from ME! Louis' not fickle, he's a tease, a heart breaker and a sleaze. He always have been and always will be, unless I tire of him and slit his fucking throat from ear to ear and watch all the life drain from him." Lestat was seething mad as he spoke through clenched teeth, his fang teeth bared maliciously. He began to pace back and forth, his chin raised slightly as if he was sniffing the wind.

"I can smell him Danny but something is masking over his scent, scrambling my sense of smell, It's radiating from all directions carried by the wind." Lestat stopped in mid pace and closed his eyes, a smile creeped slowly across his full lips. He moaned deeply and drew in a long breathe of the early morning air and exhaled through his mouth. His entire body shivered as he licked his lips and opened his eyes. Lestat staggered slightly as if he were drunk. Daniel arose quickly and placed a supporting arm around his waist.

"Take it easy champ. Everything is going to be alright." Daniel said reassuringly.

"Can't you smell him Danny? His hair, his skin, his blood. He's with someone or something....I can sense it.....I can almost.....see.....in my mind....." Lestat's voice trailed off as he stared blankly ahead of him, he could feel the cold fingers of unforgiveness clutching around his heart, the awakening of old emotions flooded Lestat's mind. He drew away from Daniels supporting embrace. All of a sudden he felt distant and alone. He began to walk to Rue Royale.

Daniel knew Lestat sensed something but what. Even he sensed some weird disturbance threating their protected existence. He wanted to tell Lestat of the scream he had heard and the fleeting vision of Louis. He wanted to tell Armand, God! He wanted to tell someone.........ANYONE!! But he said nothing.

They arrived at Rue Royale just as the first soft glow of dawn appeared over the horizon. Daniel went quietly with Armand to prepare for the coming dawn. Armand gave Daniel a questioning look and knodded towards Lestat, Daniel softly told Armand he would fill him in later but not now.

Lestat went to his room and prepared for the coming dawn. His mind raged jealously as he thought of Louis. He touched a portrait of his beloved Creole taken in Paris during a vacation. Suddenly, in a fit of rage, Lestat hurled the portrait against the far wall. It shattered and fell to the floor in a heap. Lestat knew his rest would not be a pleasant one, his heart felt as if it was ablaze. The fires of jealously were consumming him, driving him to madness. He growled uncontrollably, his brain burned with what felt like the fire of hell itself. He could smell the brimstone, the sulfur, the stench of a damnable place he thought would never haunt him again but today it would be his companion. He undressed and crawled into the huge bed naked and alone. He closed his misty eyes, his breathing came in long, rasping draggs. Lestat rolled over on his back and closed his eyes. He could see Louis sleeping some place dark and safe. He smiled at this. His beloved fledgling was alive at least, but why could he not pin point the destination. Lestat frowned deeply, "Tonight" he thought, "I will find you and when I do........I'm going to beat your pretty little ass until you beg for mercy, mon chere. This I promise."

Part 12

Thursday Morning

Logan opened the windows to let the early morning breeze in the bedroom. The sun was now shining brightly, the scent of roses and honeysuckle floated heavily in the morning air. He fastened his shirt slowly, staring out the window across his property; 350 + acres of rolling hills, caves, swamp and fields. He could hear the horses moving restless in their stalls. Today the order of Mustanges would arrive from Montana, he would have to inspect each one throughly. Several would be broken by him and the few remaining hundred would be left to his clan to choose from. He always rewarded his followers once a month just for the sake of it made him happy to see them happy.

A bell jingled in the distance, the cows were coming in for their morning feeding. Logan sat down in a huge leather chair and pulled on his cowboy boots, Standing up, he slapped his thigh, the leather chaps making the sound sharp and clear. He swaggered for the door as he glanced over to the heavily curtained bed. His beloved new possession would be protected here cloaked in darkness hopefully. Logan had not planned for such an encounter, how was he to have known. He slipped into his duster coat and went out the door.

The sun beamed brightly in his face. He put on his wide brim Stetson and raked his teeth across his tongue, feeling the gold ball jiggle against the pressure. He lowered the wide brim of the hat over his eyes, sheilding them from the early morning glare. Logan grinned wickedly. It was time to greet a new day. He stepped onto the porch of the cottage and stretched languishingly then threw his head back and gave a long, soulful howl that vibrated across the valley.

Yes, he was back and he intented for every one of his future adversaries to know it.

Part 13

Logan strolled casually to the main house. He could hear dishes clattering noisily as an array of voices assaulted his ears. He could distinguish each of his clan members voices, naming each one separately. His name was mentioned briefly during their conversaton, something about not coming to the hunt last night. He walked up the back steps and opened the screened door of the house, Logan stepped inside.

Everyone fell silent as he walked pass the breakfast table. His spurs clicked rhythmically across the stone floor. His breakfast was prepared quickly and was placed before him as he sat down in his chair. Logan did all of this without even a glance to the other's. He pushed his hat back from over his eyes and begin to eat. The room was tense and electric. Everyone waited for him to speak. Finally he glanced up and scanned around the table, taking in every face and expression; he reflected for an instant.......then he spoke.

"The cottage is off limits now for everyone but me. None of you will go there during the day or night. If need be I'll have another one built across the way by the lake. If you feel that you must have one, then let me know. Am I understood on this?" Logan said flatly, there was no lead way for a debate. Everyone knodded in agreement except one. Logan stared at the young blonde woman, she sat quietly brooding over his statement; her arms folded across he ample breast, lips drawn tight to a pout. She stared defiantly back at him. No one else at the table dared to be so bold. Logan broke the stare and resumed eating. The breakfast steak was delicious.

"Why must we stay clear of it?" the blonde woman asked, breaking the silence. All eyes shifted from her to Logan.

"Because I say so. That is reason enough Beverly, let it be." Logan replied through a sip of orange juice, never looking at her.

"You know there happens to be someone else a part of your life now. You just can't shove me away to keep secrets." she said curtly.

"Bev, please not at the breakfast table. Besides it's not like I'm not going to be with you." Logan replied softly, hoping she would be sated with his answer and back off. She did'nt. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, he felt his humor rising steadily. "Why is it she must continue." he thought.

"Are you hiding something from us Logan, from ME! You have been evasive lately and it is my duty to question you." She raged now, slamming both her palms flat on the table. The table shook from her efforts.

"You have said you last words to me for this day Beverly. How dare you question my authority before my council. I promised you to be my wife not my master! As of this moment because of your insolence, I revoke that promise. You have proven unworthy to share my authority and peace. You are a woman and nothing more. So, as of this moment you are free to choose a suitor from amongst your brothers. I have had enough of your petty bullshit!" Logan replied. He watched her countenance shrivel from brazen to stricken. Her eyes misted over but she held back the tears and straightened her back.

"I was only joking Bev." Logan laughed softly to himself. The other men and women at the table roared with laughter.

"Now, now , now, settle down. We do not want our little pixy to be too embarrassed." Logan said mockingly. He smooched at the woman and arose from the table. The others began to file out the room also. He pulled on leather gloves as he walked out the door. The men were chattering to him noisily of last nights hunt, questioning him why he was not present. Logan merely smiled and patted them on their backs heartily.

He heard his name shouted from a distance. A young boy was waving a hat and pointing up the drive. Ten huge rigs were snailing their way up to the house. Logan felt a bolt of excitement run through him, they had finally arrived and earlier then expected. He could smell the crisp Montana aroma floating from their bodies. "The smell of home." Logan thought, his heart pounding. He broke into a sprint, holding his hat down as he ran. He leapt into the air and easily floated over the six foot wooden cattle fence, propelled by strong arms. The rigs were directed to pull around to the farm yard. Logan watched propped against the rounding gate as the Mustanges were ushered out the rigs into the open field. They were beautiful. He appraised them silently.

Memories of his youth flooded him; the streams, clear as crystal, water so pure. The hills, prairies, the crisp fragrant air. Montana, sweet Montana. The memories threatened to consume him, he closed the door of his mind reluctantly, refocusing his attention to the present.

"Mr. Bradley, here are the receipts for your personal records." The truck driver said hesitantly. Logan could see the fear in the man's eyes as he handed over the receipts with shaking hands. Logan smiled and thanked him. The man scrambled back into his truck and honked to the other nine drivers who appeared just as uneasy. He frowned and looked around at his farm hands, he noticed that most of the helpers standing around were his clan members. Logan laughed out loud. No wonder the truckers had been so uneasy. No one was looking at the horses, they were eyeing the truckers hungrily as if they were an exquisite entree, all the while pacing about them nearly frothing at the mouth. Logan shook his head slowly with mock sorrow. "You can not teach old dogs new tricks." One of the older men by the name of Shamunn said matter of factly patting Logan across his shoulders.

Logan informed the workers what he expected done by sun down and strolled to the barn. He could hear a cow shuffling lazily around in one of the stalls. He patted the animal affectionly, caressing it's flank. The animal eyes were glazed over with fear.

"You will be spared for now to live one more night, my friend." Logan told the animal with a soft pat on it's wet nose.

"For I hunger for an animal which walks on two legs, and tonight I shall feast as never before. Tonight, I hunger for preternatural flesh and I shall not be denied."

Part 14

Making his way back to the cottage Logan sighed deeply. He knew they would not come to the cottage anymore. They had respect for his authority as well as he was respectful of their loyalty to him. Logan honored their faithfullness whenever possible and in return he received their undying trust. He never ruled as a dictator but as a trusted friend. A shallow method of leadership some would probably say but it served his purpose for over a century as a werewolf. Some of the clan had spent the majority of their wolfhood helping him rise to power.

His short life as a mortal gunslinger and bounty hunter ended in a blaze of glory at the age of seventeen. Logan was a wanted man in all the states including Mexico. In the year 1816 he was on his way from Utah, just another gunfight. Nothing serious at all when he was brutally attacked during the night. The beast nearly slashed him to shreds. Logan remembered how bloody he was after the attack. Luckily he always slept with his sawed off double barrel shotgun near him back in those days.

The creature still managed to bite and scratch him all to hell by the time he blew the bastards head off. He vividly remembered the long road to recovery and how the lust for human blood and flesh begin to consume all other desires. By the year 1841, Logan had fully embraced his new life as a werewolf. After all, he always were a predator amongst the human race. He could kill with no regret, maim and rape without a blink or tear. He was on the road to Hell and he loved it.

His rise to power began in the year 1850. He traveled to Romania and began to slaughter all the dominate males of each separate pack. Logan had always despised competition even as a mortal. This deep seated arrogance had driven him to be one of the most notorious cold blooded killers of all time. He wasn't in any of the history books but that was besides the point. No one wanted to remember him and his blood rages. All they wanted in those days was for him to pass them unmolested, that was hummage enough.

By 1937 he formed "The Dark Reicht." They were to be silent, wise, powerful and wealthy. He considered his faithfuls: Blake, Paige, Sammy, Dillon, Whitney, Shamun and Devlin. They were the one's who walked with him whenenver he went into town or anywhere a threat could be perceived. He closed the windows as he entered the room Louis was in. The cottage had been sun proofed ages ago because of the rituals and secret meditations sometimes performed by members of the clan. No prying, curious human eyes could detect anything a midst that was out of the normal because the windows had been tinted from the outside.

Logan drew the dark curtain back from the bed. Loius was zipped up into a black sleeping bag. Logan unzipped the bag slowly, holding his breathe. He did not know much of their kind and he still was unsure of what was capable of protecting his new found prize. He released his breathe as he saw the silken black hair fanned out around Louis' breathtaking features. Logan traced Louis' eyebrows and lashes, his skin so white and pale he seemed to glow from within. Logan unzipped the bag totally and drew it away from Louis, studying his body slowly, drinking in every part of him. Louis stirred in his sleep and muttered a name. Logan remembered the name he called out during their coupling the night before "Lestat." And yes, he once again said that name now as he slept.

Logan undressed and showered slowly, a frown creased his forehead. Who was this Lestat that haunted his mind so, was he another vampire or someone human? Logan felt a sadness mixed with confusion and rage creep threw over him. No doubt when Louis awoke he would leave him to return to this "Lestat." Logan walked from the bathroom naked and wet, he lowered himself down over Louis. He begin to kiss his cheeks, eyes, nose. No one would take Louis from him Logan swore to himself.

Louis stirred again, pressing against Logan's wet body, he moaned softly. Logan pressed down roughly against Louis' now throbbing body. He desired him, wanted him, could taste him. Louis' eyes fluttered open slowly and focused on Logan searing through his soul blasting away all other lingering thoughts of the day's activities. Louis raised up onto his elbows, Logan leaned towards him, his body poised, muscles tense.

"What are you waiting for Monsieur." Louis purred.

"An invitation." Logan whispered softly as he gazed passionately into Louis' eyes.

"Should I go purchase one or just present a verbal invitation?" Louis asked, rising up, closing the distance between him and Logan completely. He licked Logan's lips and nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it as he flicked his succulent tongue teasingly.


"Just ask me, meu frumos unul." Logan replied huskily as he moaned deep in his chest.

"What did you say?" Louis asked, frowning slightly.

"Meu frumos unul" means "My beautiful one"
in Romanian." Logan explained as he pressed his body down against Louis', he found no resistance.
They caressed, teased and flirted with each other's bodies. Rubbing, grinding pelvis to pelvis, inserting their fingers into each other as they kissed. Logan sat up and flipped Louis over onto his stomache and raised him up on all fours gently. He could never hurt this one, he could not bear it if he did. Logan leaned his face into Louis' round tight ass and separated the cheeks. He began to lick Louis' tight orifice hungrily, while he used his free hand to stroke his now rock hard cock, thumping the tip of his member stimulating the blood flow around the gold ball. He ran his tongue deep inside Louis, flexing the tip of his tongue, letting the tongue peircing slide against the sensitive inside of Louis' nether orifice. Working his tongue fast and skillfully, his excitement increasing at the sound of Louis' whimpers and pleas.

Louis had never felt so free during sex. Making love to Logan was pure bliss. Nothing was wrong between them, no need to patch up emotions, no possessiveness only shared ecstasy. Louis' pumping drove Logan over the edge, he removed his tongue and slid his hot cock inside him slowly. Their rhythm increased as the friction caused them to sweat, their bodies slick and sticky, Logan licked hungrily at the blood sweat on Louis back. He caressed Louis tight abdomen cupping the palm of his hand to catch the blood sweat dripping from Louis unto the bed covers. He licked his fingers and his palm, the taste of Louis drove him into a heated animal frenzy. Logan began to nip and bite Louis shoulders, drawing blood, he lapped it, sucked it. Their bodies rolled, undulated, gyrated and throbbed sensually. Logan orgasmed in mid stroke, exploding like a bomb inside his lover. He called Louis' name wantoningly and jerked him hard against his huge chest.

"Shit!" Louis cursed.

"What?" Logan asked through clenched teeth, his body tensing up to orgasm again. "Did I hurt you?"

"Yes!" Louis replied grinding down on Logan's hot, throbbing rod.

"Want me to stop?" Logan asked gently between thrusts and a gasp.

"Fuck NO!!!!" Louis spat angrily. Logan laughed aloud at Louis' unsurpressed passion. He flung his head back and closed his eyes as the orgasm took his breathe away.

"Never have I experienced such death, such ecstasy." Logan thought to himself as he felt Louis' body shudder from his heated ecstasy. Logan withdrew from Louis and stretched out on his stomache, Louis collasped across his back. Neither one of them spoke, there was no need for words.

Part 15

The Awakening of A God

Just as the sun begin to settle below the horizon, Lestat awoke from his death sleep. Every muscle in his body was taut and sore. He winced as he flexed gently, never would he go to sleep mad again Lestat thought. His mind filled with images of Louis once again as he sat upright and stretched. Tonight he would find him at any cost and he would demand an explanation before he began the ass whipping he owed Louis from centuries ago.

Lestat quickly showered and dressed for the night. He pulled on a pair of black leather pants topped by a black turtle neck and laced up a pair of mid calf "Timber Land" hiking boots. He wanted to feel the ground beneath his feet tonight. Hurrying from his bedroom he went to his study. Upon entering the room he flicked a hidden switch on the computer desk. The far wall slid open and shifted out revealing three rows of hi-tech weapontry and ammunition. Lestat decided on two 9 mm's. He placed six extra clips into his overcoat pocket, scrapping on the holsters he placed the guns in them. He stared at the special made double barrel pump action shotgun he recently had manufactured. Lestat decided to take it as back-up collecting the shells for it as he pulled on his floor length overcoat. He scrapped the shotgun to his left thigh and pulled the coat shut.

Lestat's preternatural senses were on fire. He could see Louis with someone.....they were running their finger down Louis's abdomen, tracing every crease and split of his chiseled abs. Earlier he could not pick up a whisper but now the channel had been freed, no doubt they were too intrigued by Louis's beauty to even realize their guard had slipped. The blonde vampire's blood burned and chilled all at the same time.

"Enjoy yourself unknown one, enjoy all of him until I find you and all this bullshit will come to an end." Lestat thought his rage increasing. "No one just waltz's into my life and piss's and shits on me. Mon Dieu! I mean NO ONE!!!".

Lestat flexed his mind gently but quickly hoping to catch a glimpse.......the images of a farm house swirled into view, spinning , dipping........then a cottage, a small white cottage. He could hear Louis' soft voice. His mind's eye searched for a land mark, a sign, anything to pin point the destination. He caused his sight to travel upward above the house, above the trees, he stared downward now, he could see Rue Royale and the direction of the scene in question. Yes, due east then bear northward out towards the swamps of New Orleans.

Lestat felt a building rage tearing at his insides. Clawing to be free, craving to fight. He wanted BLOOD. The blood lust ate at him, tormenting him. The urge to kill was spinning out of control and so was he. Lestat bolted from the study and shouted to Armand and Daniel who now were awake.

"I'm going to get Louis." he said quickly as he took long strides for the front door.

"You found him? Where is he, is he alright?" Daniel sat relief tinting his voice. He felt a slight electric jolt as Lestat turned his violet eyes in his direction.

"Be prepared to defend yourself when I return. Summon Marius and the other ancients. We will need their help." Upon saying this Lestat opened the door and took to the sky. He didn't know where he was going nor what he was racing to. All he knew was that Louis was there and he sensed the presence of danger.

Less than twenty minutes and Lestat landed smoothly in an open field next to the big house. He could hear cattle and horses moving about. Scanning the darkness, he sensed the presence of something but it wasn't a man. Then suddenly he was attacked by three huge creatures. Lestat easily blocked and dodged every slash and clawing. He jumped in the air and spun around kicking all three beasts across the muzzles, sending them groaning, flying threw the air. He did't think nor did he care. An inner force drove him to the fight now, one which he could not explain. Lestat fought from blind instinct and rage, he knew nothing and no one. He growled menacingly and as an animal, striking to kill.

Before long two men were approaching, running at a swift gate Lestat instantly realized no human could accomplish. He stepped back and braced himself for the battle. This was more like it, THIS was what he hungered for. The three beasts circled him now as the two men joined them. Lestat watched in horror as the men begin to tear from their garments, groaning, heaving; bodies twisting, contorting and then suddenly bursting forth from their human shells....WEREWOLVES......they were WEREWOLVES!!!!!!! Spittle dripped from their frothing jaws, canines bared dangerously, claws flexing, tense, ready to lash out. They lunged at Lestat.

"COME ON!!!!" Lestat shouted defiantly. "SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!!!!" He met them head on.

Part 16

Flexing his mind, a force of electric energy burst from him, slamming into the creatures, sending all five hurling back, their screams of pain filled the night as they fell to the ground.

The lights in the main house switched on as a spotlight blared brightly over the entire farm yard. An alarm echoed across the yard loudly.

Logan felt the pain of his comrades as the energy hit them. He buckled over and growled, staggering away from Louis. Louis felt the presence of Lestat at that moment also. Fear gripped his heart as he begin to inch along the wall, he could hear the alarm and the sound of fighting. The air was electric and pulsating. Louis felt drawn to the source of the electric sensual force. Yes, it was Lestat! Logan reached out for Louis and pulled him close, caressing his cheeks, his lips.

"Is it your Lover?" Logan asked softly, his eyes demanding a quick response from Louis.

"Yes." Louis said weakly, his eyes swelled with blood tears, they ran like a red river across his cheeks, droplets falling onto Logan's strong fingers.

"Come." Logan replied as he licked and kissed away Louis blood tears. "Do not fear, my love. I will not let him harm you."

"You don't understand Logan. Lestat will kill you. He has come for me and will not let anything or anyone stand in his way." Louis creid out, his voice pleading with Logan. " Let me go to him....it is all he desires Logan. He just want me to home."

"NO!" Logan shouted back at Louis, pulling him towards the door with him. "Your lover has not met Me yet, my sweet. No man comes to my house and disrespect my peace." Logan kicked the door open and picked Louis up. Stepping out onto the lighted porch, Logan beheld the scene. His anger increased at what he saw.

His eyes instantly caught the figure of the towering blonde vampire. He was as a roaring lion, fangs bared, eyes wild. Logan watched as each of his clan was hammered, kicked, punched and beaten back. Lestat moved with lightning quickness, gracefully smooth and with deadly accuracy. Louis screamed Lestat's name. His preternatural voice causing the werewolves to fall back and howl in pain, grabbing their heads and shaking their frothing muzzles.

Logan lowered Louis down gently to his feet. Lestat's eyes connected with Louis' eyes. Louis gasped and raised his hands across his mouth, fists clenched. Lestat's stare was cold and unforgiving. For an instant Louis thought he recognized the look of relief cross Lestat's face but he wasn't sure. Louis looked up at Logan, terror gripped his heart. He wasn't sure of anything anymore.

Logan strolled casually towards Lestat. The other wolves begin to mass up again, their confidence raised by the presence of their leader. Lestat stared at Logan scornfully. "Finally." Lestat thought "I met my invisible nemesis." He appraised Logan openly. Logan appeared no to be over a boy, a teenager. His boyish good looks and mature masculinity was all a trick, Lestat thought silently. The way he walked, his squared shoulders and towering height explained it all. This was no ordinary boy. His firey brown eyes flamed with the wisdom of an ancient. The wolves begin to growl as he stepped amongst their presence. He raised his right hand to silence them.

"Why do you come here Vampire?" Logan spoke low and careful. He stared into Lestat's violet blue eyes, lowering his eyelids.

"You know damn well why I am here. You have something which belongs to me and I have come to get it." Lestat replied never taking his eyes from Logan's stare.

"You have come to get IT? Tell me what it is WOLF KILLER." Logan spoke through clenched teeth. He felt the pull for power and dominance between him and Lestat.

"You have my LOVER held under your spell Wolf-Man and I have come to break that spell of lasciviousness you have woven." Lestat replied, his body tensing once again for battle.

"Then hear me well Vampire. Break that spell you speak of and break it well. But it will take more than the likes of you to take LOUIS FROM ME!!" Logan charged at Lestat transforming quickly into his alter self. He slammed into Lestat full force. They both flew a few feet in to the air and tumbled, rolling onto the ground. Lestat lay breathless on his back, his preternatural sight blurred and cleared. Logan grabbed Lestat by the throat and hurled him in the air and delivered him a blow in the middle of his chest. Lestat felt as if his chest caved in from the powerful blow. Lestat buckled over and blood gushed from his mouth. One of his ribs punctured his lungs. he coughed and tried to rise but slumped over. Logan slammed a fist across Lestat's back, knocking him face down on the ground. Lestat felt himself weakening.

Louis screamed as he saw Lestat's face slam against the ground from the blow. He ran from the porch.

"Logan, NO!! Please NO!!" Louis screamed, kneeling over Lestat protectively.

"I'll fight you myself if I have to, but I will not let you destroy him." Louis stood before Logan defiantly, bracing himself for the confrontation. The creature backed away, growling low, glaring around Louis at Lestat. Logan lunged suddenly, Louis slapped Logan across the muzzle sharp as the crack of a whip. Never moving from his position before Lestat. The other wolves now charged him, Louis temper flared red hot. Beast after beast was slapped, kicked, tossed and nearly scratched to shres by Louis. he thought and fought only for Lestat's safety. The blows he delivered rewarded the sound of ribs breaking, jawbones cracking, arms and legs were being shattered.

Louis glanced around and saw to his sorrow he was massively out numbered. He begin to sob but continued to fight, there was no turning back now. Lestat had regained his strenght quickly as the blood of the ancients raced through him, repairing his injured body. He heard Louis screams and sobs as he fought for his life. Lestat was astonished at what he saw. Louis had nearly whipped the entire pack, but the damned beasts were rejuvenating as quickly as they were wounded. Lestat accessed the situation, he glanced around for Logan......Yes! There he stood in the midst of the battle, watching for his recovery. Lestat frowned questionally. Why had he returned to his human form? Lestat knew he would know soon enough as Logan charged him again. This time Lestat met him head on.

They locked grips, the power struggle had begin. Lestat deflected a blow from Logan and landed a solid fist to his muscled chest. Logan stumbled back. "The boy is as solid as a rock." Lestat thought. Lestat kicked Logan swiftly and repeatively across the head and shoulders. Logan counter blocked Lestat's kicks easily.

Logan pivoted on his left leg and kicked Lestat in the abdimen with his right foot. Lestat rolled gracefull and leapt to his feet. Logan charged him again, this time he took Lestat down by his legs. They rolled and stood up facing each other. Blow for blow they smoothly counter punched each other.

"He's MAGNIFICENT!!!!" Lestat thought to himself. He watched as Logan's firm muscles tensed and flexed executing every blow and counter punch.

"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!" Lestat said to Logan, pushing the young man away from him. Logan advanced on Lestat again, smiling seductively. He raised his hand to Lestat's face and stroked his cheek. Lestat pushed his hand away.

"I know who you are." Lestat told him again. Fear gripped Lestat's heart, Logan's smile was deepening. Lestat glanced down at Logan's hand and his blood sweat stained the boys fingers. Logan licked his fingers sensually, lapping up Lestat's blood sweat, he eyed Lestat from beneath his long bang which had fallen seductively across his smoldering eyes. He reached for Lestat again, his eyes wild and hungry. Lestat felt himself being pulled under, drawn to Logan as if to a magnet. Lestat staggered and blanked his mind.

"NO!!NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Lestat screamed and took flight. He landed by Louis and looped his waist. "Hold on Beautiful one." Lestat reassured Louis with a quick kiss on the nose and shot upward and out of sight.

Logan began to sprint, then suddenly he leapt into the air, taking flight.

Part 17

The Battle Rages On.........


Logan flew at deadly speed, covering the lost distance between him and his quarry. He slammed into Lestat on his right side, down all three tumbled, spiraling towards the earth. Logan locked his grip onto Lestat's arms as they tumbled. Louis held on pressing his face into Lestat's mane of hair. He didn't want to see them hit the ground. Before the inevitable impact, Logan whirled and flung Lestat off balance into a hedge grove. He had to insure Louis' safe landing then he would deal with his blonde lover. Louis rolled out of the hedges, Lestat supporting him by the small of his back.

"What where you doing with that damnable creature Louis? Do you know who he is?" Lestat shouted as he stood up and whirled Louis to face him. But before Louis could answer, Logan dropped kicked Lestat, sending him shooting back into a large tree. It broke in half on Lestat's impact, falling dangerously towards Louis. Logan shot forward and delivered a blow to the falling tree, bursting it to splinters and wooden dust. Louis backed away from him cautiously. Never had he encountered such a powerful being since Lestat. Logan towered between him and his blonde maker, his back to neither one of them. He silently observed them from a sideways view. Louis could see the red print of his hand where he had slapped him to ward him off Lestat.

Lestat regained his composure slowly. His head hurt as well as his entire body. Shaking it off, Lestat made his stance. Logan's eyes emitted the bright gleam of mirth and mockery; Lestat had seen the expression all too many times. It was the look of death that only a gunslinger could possess. Lestat experienced the pleasure of being an Old West outlaw for a short time. The lifestyle did'nt suit his taste. Revolvers, winchesters, chaps and the like....his taste was more refined. After all he was a Marquee. Yes, mind you he gunned down a few with his quick preternatural reflexes but soon decided it was no fun and a waste of good blood. So, he resigned and hung up his pistols, so to speak.

Lestat could hear the spurs of Logan's boots jingle softly as he stepped anxiously forwards and backwards awaiting a move from him. "This young boy is like a caged animal" Lestat thought as he glanced in Louis' direction. Louis was not moving a muscle, Lestat could see the fear and awe in his fiery green eyes. Lestat stepped forward unconsciously towards Louis, Logan reconized it an an attempt towards Louis and immediately counter stepped Lestat, swiftly blocking his path. Lestat stepped back quickly "Enough of this bullshit!" Lestat thought silently. His eyes revealed his irritation with this creatures blatant aggression. Logan stopped in mid stride as he came face to barrel with a sawed off pump action shotgun. He swallowed and did not move a muscle. The barrels were pushed closer to his mouth. He raised his eyes from the barrels to Lestat. Lestat grinned and laughed softly.

"Two snake eyes my friend. Which one do you want first? Left or right or maybe......" Lestat pushed the barrels up to Logan's nose. " you prefer both."

Lestat backed up from Logan, this one should not be underestimated, Lestat thought. Logan eyed Lestat wickedly and cautiously. Louis stepped out of the darkness and stood by Lestat. He looked Logan in the eyes, Louis could see the turbulent emotions in Logan. Logan stepped back a few paces, giving himself distance from the shotgun, he locked eyes with Louis and silently mouthed to him "I love you Louis, Always." Lestat felt his heart lurch forward, this brazen, cowboy boot wearing son-of-a-bitch had the nerve to stand before him and tell his LOVER he loved him. Lestat knew then that this ancient creature would not stop until he possessed Louis, until every part of Louis, pound for pound, was at his greedy fingertips. Lestat lowered the shot gun and pulled the trigger. The blast hit Logan square in the chest, hurling him back into the darkness. Lestat heard a growl and caught a swift movement with his vampire eyes, Logan was running along the shadows of the trees. Lestat's vision could barely keep sight of him he was moving so fast.

Lestat reholstered the shotgun quickly and drew out both 9mm's. He shoved Louis down beneath him and stepped protectively over his body, straddling him with one leg.

"Stay down Louis!!!" Lestat commanded him as he pulled the triggers repeatively. The shots rang out as he blasted at Logan's running form. The bullets ricocheted off the trees and tore off branches in their path. Logan ran a full circle around them, catching the bullets with his hand as they hurled towards his body. He would keep them for a reminder of this nights battle. Silver bullets or any type of bullet, for that matter, do nothing more than make his hide itch.
Lestat swore he had hit Logan more than nine time in the chest,abdomen and head. He reloaded swiftly, the guns clicking and locking in the clips with preternatural speed. Lestat saw Logan approaching him now, he opened his hand and let each of the bullets fall from his hand one by one, smiling smugly all the while. Then he charged, running chest lowered, eyes glitting gold and red in the moon light, the smug smile now replaced by an evil sneer. Lestat knew Logan meant to kill him this time.

The air thickened, the wind whipped savagely at the trees, the sky clouded over, there was a low rumble from the distance. Lestat felt an electric jolt run through him, coursing down his arms, to his hands. The guns glowed white with the heat. Lestat flexed his mind, this time he would bring Hell on earth if possible. He could hear the approach of the wolf pack, they had massed up by the thousands by the sound of their howls and the rumble of their approach. Lestat lowered down on one knee, still straddling Louis protectively. He stared in Louis' fearful green eyes for an instant, all the love of over two hundred years flooded Lestat's heart and body. He would not let anything harm his beloved, nor would he let anyone or anything come between them. With this thought he slammed both fists together and struck the ground. The sound was as thunder as the impact of the blow split the earth and shook it to it's core. Tree's were ripped from the ground, as the shockwave travelled along the earth, rumbling as it went.

Part 18

The End is Near


The sky had darkened menacingly as Lestat begin to fire at the approaching pack, the shockwave sent most of the beasts flying through the air. Lestat searched for a sign of Logan. The wolves fell left and right as the bullets, electrically charged, penetrated their hides. Blood and howls of pain echoed across the hollow valley. Lestat reholstered the 9 mms, picking up Louis he set him down in front of him. Louis began to struggle, fighting him blindly from fear.

"Louis! Louis!" Lestat shouted. "Stay in front of me. Do you hear me! Stay in front of me!" He shook him by his shoulders and caressed his cheeks. Louis' crazed stare begin to focus on Lestat, recognition clouded his green eyes.

"Okay, Okay Lestat." Louis replied, his voice shakey and weak. Lestat cupped his chin and kissed him. NOW it was time to go home. Lestat pulled Louis close to his chest burying his face over his heart.

Lestat glared at the beasts and began to walk, holding Louis with one arm protectively as he fought with the other. Each blow was electric and fire charged, the smell of burnt fur and blood assailed the air. Chest's were torn open, entrails gushed out, blood flowed as a river. Eyes were punctured and torn out, faces ripped off, hands broken, legs splintered into and torn off. Lestat fought with no thought or care. His body hummed with electric static as he unconsciously reached for the sky with his free hand as a lightning bolt flashed across the sky, the bolt slammed into his open palm as he closed his fist, catching the powerful force. Pressing Louis against him firmly, he freed his arm from around him and clapped his palms together and released them. As he opened his palms, shards of lightning bolts flew left and right, striking his assailants from all directions.

The blood lust welled up in Lestat stronger than he could control. Blood was what he desired and he would not be denied. He drank the creatures blood hungrily, feeding as he fought. His veins were on fire, burning away the blood as he consummed it. The darkened sky rumbled, lightning flashed across the sky, Lestat threw back his head and laughed, the blood dripping from his fangs and lips.

"COME ALL OF YOU AND I WILL GIVE YOU A TASTE OF DEATH ONE BY ONE!!!!!!" Lestat shouted, his eyes blazing from the blood lust. The power of the night vibrated through him, he felt his body shivering from the static coursing through him. The wolves retreated into the darkness, their eyes beamed fluorescent yellow and red as they hovered about. Logan appeared from the darkness. His face was a mask of anger and hatred. His eyes burned blood red as he spoke.

"You fight as a God Vampire but you are not a God. You have not gained a victory
tonight, you have only begin a war. Your arrogance has vexed me. You come and take from me the one who has restored my broken heart, given me himself totally, he held back nothing from me. He will be with me Vampire, it has been written, prophecied by the Old Ones. You may have him now but I will be back and I will keep coming back until Louis is where he rightfully belongs."

Logan buckled over and transformed. he raised to his full statue. The beast towered over Lestat a good three feet. His chest heaved, massive muscles rippled and bulged. His arms were solid and sinewed, his legs resembled massive logs, corded and veined. Froth and blood dripped from his muzzle. Louis was now facing Logan. He moved forward but Lestat pulled him back against him forcefully. "Be still." Lesat commanded.

The beast stared at Louis unblinking, a blood tear ran softly from it's eye and fell to it's heaving chest. It waited, a smile, a flench, ANYTHING!!! Louis smiled and ran his fingers down his chiseled abdomen, stopping at the top of his navel. Logan threw his head upward and released a howl that shook the entire valley. Lestat covered his ears, Louis did the same. Then as quick as lightning......they were gone howling into the night. Lestat sank to the ground with Louis and held him tight. He caressed the silken hair, the smooth cheeks. Tilting Louis' face upward, Lestat stared in to his emerald green eyes. "Yes," Lestat thought "this is worth dying for."

Part 19

Armand ran out the door and took flight, instructing Daniel to stay put and wait for the others to arrive. The sky northward was on fire and the unearthly howls could be heard for miles. No doubt Lestat was in the heat of battle. Armand just hoped he did not destroy the entire state for the sake of his wrath.

Since Lestat's return from Memnoch and Hell, none of them really knew how powerful he had become. Armand summoned the ancient ones; Marius, Khayman, Meal, Pandora, Maharet and Santino. The preternatural airwaves were humming from all points of the world. They felt the shockwave around the world, a known signal that one of the Ancients of their kind was in the heat of battle. The smell of blood and death floated in the air sweetly. Wings outstretched over New Orleans. He watched from above as the mortals below ran from their homes, chattering about the earthquake which touched their sheltered lives. Fear overshadowed their faces as they observed the cracks in the earth and the blazing night sky.

Armand flew on, increasing in speed. Marius anwered Armand's call. "I am on my way, My Amadeo." and was gone. The others answered seconds apart quickly with haste tinting their mental voices. He knew it would only be hours before their arrival or sooner. Armand flew head long into a flock of geese. He cursed and swirved to lower his path but cancelled the thought as his eyes beheld the most deadliest but awesome sight he had ever seen.

Flying a few feet below him was a young man not much older than himself it seemed. His close cropped hair was a light brown with a full bellowing crown. His powerful body sliced through the wind as he flew. He spoke as he flew commanding a herd of creatures below, running as the wind, keeping in stride with his flight. Armand recognized the language he spoke as Romanian. The young man's voice vibrated through the wind as he spoke, commanding obedience

Coming upon the mountains and hillside, they all veered east at his command. Armand hovered, watching as the mysterious youth glided smoothly downward and landed in the midst of the herd in mid stride. They parted in unison instantly giving him space and a protective strong hold. He ran majestically amongst the beasts, looking not left nor right. His smoldering eyes fixed and determined ahead of him. Armand thought he saw sadness there but then again with great power came sadness. Unfortunately, it would always be part of the equation.

If he had sensed Armands' presence it did not seem as a threat to him because the youth never gave a sign. The spectacular sight disappeared from view quickly as they pressed onward to their destination. Armand returned to his present train of thought once again scanning for Lestat and Louis. What had he witnessed? He was without thought or words for once. Armand flew on, his preternatural senses caught Lestats' essence of emotion. The blonde devil was in turmoil but relieved as well, Armand sensed. He flew in their direction now, he only sensed a whisper of Louis which was not at all unusual.

Armand felt a wave of emotion sweep through him for Louis. He was glad that Lestat had found the little green eyed vixen. He smiled and ascended downward next to them. Louis looked up into Armands eyes and broke into tears. It was the most beautiful sight Armand had seen since his mortal childhood.

Part 20

Logan sat down on the ground beside Devlin and his other henchman. The other clan members gathered around them. Beverly appeared with a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth, she dabbed at Logan's wounds gently.

"Beverly, my sweet Beverly. Always here when I need you." Logan said between a wince, he stroked her soft cheek gently. His eyes traced every line of her face. Her beauty seemed to shimmer, her soft blues eyes always appeared stern and trouble. A reflection of her life as a werewolf; at times she had to go on the hunt just to prove her worth to the pack. Logan adored her strength and strong will at times but then again some times it became a real problem.

Devlin arose with a quick motion and began his analysis of the injured and dead. Logan lowered his head to the earth and kissed it. Mother Earth, a constant. He waited for the injury report, he pinched one of the younger females on the cheek as she fussed over him, scolding him. Devlin conversed with one of the werewolves, it growled and made signs with its' claws, he gestured for the creature to follow him. The older females of the pack now were caressing and fussing over Logan, vying for his attention. He smiled and watched amused as they preemed his hair, clothes and wounds. One of the younger, bolder females licked a wound on his chest, Logan stroked her long black hair and peered into her face...."Now this one I could fuck all night long" he thought with a kiss to her forehead. Logan watched as Devlin approached, the beast close behind. He frowned and spoke out.

"How many Brother?" Logan asked.

"Nearly seven hundred, My Lord." Devlin replied, his face stern.

"Come forward, my friend." Logan said to the creature. It slinked forward, head lowered, tail tucked in submission. Logan pulled the creature forward and begin to roll, pat and wrestle playfully with it. The creature responded likewise. He held its' muzzle between both of his palms and stared into its' red eyes.
"A reflection of myself" he thought "And what a reflection it is." he released the creature and patted him roughly, he scampered off into the herd.

Logan stood up and looked across the farm yard, they massed up by the thousands when they noticed he was standing, awaiting his command. It was time to send them back until the time for the ultimate battle between him and the Blonde blood sucker and his odd coven. Logan raised his hands , palms up to the sky. Silence fell over all the creatures suddenly, they all arose now, all their eyes were fixed on Logan. The females scampered to the main house as a low rumble and lightning flashed across the sky. Logan closed his eyes and raised his vibrant voice against the now howling wind, he spoke in Romanain.

"My Mother Earth, I thank you once again for rendering me alliance with thee, Now I send you my minions for your protection of them. Come swiftly, claim what is rightfully yours!"

The earth rumbled loudly, a lightning bolt struck the ground and split it open. Heat, smoke and the smell of sulphur tinged the air. The werewolves howled in unison and began their unearthly descent down into the hot earth. They ran one by one in rows of twelve down into the pit. Logan watched emotionless as they disappeared and all remained where his clan, his family. He kneeled and touched the hot earth with his index finger, the crack in the earth groaned and closed softly.

Devlin and the others stood around him questioning silently. They dared not speak out of turn. Logan sensed their uneasiness and fear, he patted Sammy on the back, the younger man stiffened at his touch. Logan drew him up to his chest and hugged him.

"You do not have to fear me Sammy, we are all equal in emotions and flesh." He released Sammy gently and spoke to the others.

"We leave this place today. The caretakers will remain to tend to the upkeep here. Go now and ready for travel. It's not safe here for us nor for our loved ones." Devlin and the others knodded in agreement, they hurried off to their indvidual preparations. Logan walked across the farm yard to the cottage. He entered the door, closing his eyes as Louis' scent floated to his nostrils. He walked to the far bedroom and rolled up the black sleeping bag. "I will need this" he thought hotly, his anger nearly consumming him. He slammed his fist down into the bed, bursting it to pieces beneath the force of the blow. He should have killed Louis' lover , he should have just faced the results of his actions from Louis for the deed but he spared him for Louis' sake. Logan could not deny the fiery love Louis possessed for Lestat. He touched his cheek remembering the slap Louis gave him to defend his blonde lover. Logan smiled and chuckled at the memory. Yes, Louis was a hot one. The slap felt as a bee sting but it was the principle of it that hurt so bad. Logan recalled feeling as a chastised child after the slap, during the battle he had just stood by for quite a while just watching the events unfold, never had he done such a thing.

Part 21

Logan picked up Louis' chain and a few strands of hair. He placed them in his pocket and begin to bundle up the bloody sheets, he would need all of these things to bring Louis to him. He smiled as the blood tears trickled down his cheeks, wiping them away Logan stared at the crimson droplets on his fingers.

"You have already given me my destiny Louis and I thank you. Now I must repay the favor and claim the final piece of my fate....YOU, my beloved." Logan spoke aloud to himself.

Beverly walked up to Logan and draped her arms around his broad shoulders from behind. Logan tensed, he slanted his eyes and glanced at her from the side. She spoke to him softly her voice laced with venom.

"Who is this Louis, Logan? Was this person the secret you were hiding from us?" She asked softly as she kneaded the muscles in his chest, her head against his back.

"I saw you during the battle with.....it. It's lover came to defy you for it's honor." She laughed wickedly now almost as to mock him.

"You turn your love from me to pursue a creature which can give you nothing, it is a MAN! How could it love you as a woman, you insult me, My Lord, my husband to be. You, the one who has absolute power and could not even kill HIS lover!! He came right to your home and destroyed your PEACE, OUR PEACE!!!!" She spat the words at Logan, her beautiful blue eyes filled with loathing.

Logan turned to her and shoved her away. He placed the sheets and sleeping back in his carry-all, he never looked at her. Suddenly, he wanted nothing to do with her, his clan, his very existence seemed as nothing. Logan frowned as his anger begin to build. His past life flashing before him, mingling with the present. He felt his heart quiver, his guts ached. Why did she always persist!!!!!

"Now where will we go? Are you running from this Vampire? The Supreme Leader of the infallible, unearthly Dark Reicht running from a mere vampire?" She stepped before him, forcing him to look at her.

"How could you explain to your new obsession how you feast upon his KIND? How you DRINK their BLOOD and EAT their preternatural FLESH to empower yourself. DID YOU TELL HIM THAT!!! DID YOU?!!!!" Beverly shouted.

Logan slapped her, she flew across the room into the wall.

"SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I have just about heard enough of your talk. Either you go and pack your SHIT and prepare to leave this place or you are on your own here!!!! Logan seethed, "And how dare you mock me, you brazen, insolent slut. He is more of a pleasure to me than you could ever be!!!!! Logan's eyes met Beverlys' dazed stare. She stared into his cold, hateful eyes. He walked towards her menacingly, smiling softly. Fear and Hatred gripped Beverly's heart all at once. She saw the true reprobate that lived inside Logan.

Beverly raged and attacked Logan. He backhand slapped her, sending her sailing out the window. She fell to the ground and growled, seething as she arose. Logan jumped through the broken window and beckoned for her. She flew into him, knocking him to the ground, hammering at his face. Logan blocked her powerful blows and kicked her off. She was a raging bull, Beverly charged him and he met her head on. Logan had taught her to fight, to defend herself from any danger and she mirrored his every move. Logan smiled, mischief played across his lips. He stepped to the side and lashed out repeatively, Beverly screamed and backed away. Her shirt was torn to shreds as well as her pants, she was bleeding profusely from every part of her body. She staggered back, looking up at him stunned as he held her amulet in his hand. She reached to her throat unconsciously searching but found nothing. Blood ran from her as water. "I'm dying" she thought "and he stands there and smiles."

Sammy ran to Beverly, her scream had alerted the others. He carried her to the main house, calling for the elder females to assist him. Sammy stared into her now pale eyes. What had Logan done? What had she done to cause him to do this horrible thing? Sammy felt his anger rising, he would question Logan of this even if it meant his death.

The other clan memebers stared at Logan; fear and confusion mingled their expressions. He threw Beverly's amulet to Devlin and turned his back scornfully. Some one cleared their throat as if to speak, Logan whirled around and drew up to his full height and scanned each of their faces, searching for defiance, a question, ANYTHING!! His eyes were emotionless as a smile crept across his tightly drawn lips. He turned around again continuing towards the cottage. He glanced back over his shoulder at the others and asked authoritively .

"Any questions or complaints of how I run things here?" No one answered, some looked to the ground, others just began to walk off.

"That's what I thought." Logan said softly to himself.

"Now", he thought,"I must prepare to claim you Louis. But first I must take my people to safety and then......discover where you lie as you sleep."

Logan channelled in on the preternatural airwaves. He picked up bits and pieces of conversation....the shockwave.....where was Lestat......was he okay......had he found Louis.......werewolves........."I have been waiting for your return Logan" The preternatural voice sliced through the other voices smooth and clear.

"It has been a long time old friend, we will meet in time and what a meeting it will be." Logan replied cancelling out all other voices, the airwaves scrambled and all could be heard was blurred murmurs and static. Marius sighed and continued to fly towards New Orleans. Now he understood why he picked up Armands random thoughts to him. It was a natural response for a fledgling to call on his maker even if he could not be heard. The sound of his fledgling's voice evoked memories of past times when things were simple and less deadly. Marius knew what they were up against this time could cost them all their very immortal lives. Logan Bradley was a eater of vampires. No one really knew why he took to the devious behavior, no one really knew much of anything of Logan except that he loved pain and most of all he loved non stop hot uninhibited sex. He loved it hard and fast and vampires were no exception to his lewd rules.

Part 22

Logan sat back in the seat. He could hear the pilots chatting pleasantly with Shamun. They informed him the flight departure time would be 11:02 a.m. approximately. Logan crossed his legs and picked up a magazine, Cosmopolitan. He laughed softly and tossed it into the trash bin near his seat. Devlin walked up and offered him a cup of coffee, sitting down lazily in the seat next to him.

"Are you preparing to bring him over to us?" Devlin asked Logan as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Yes, I am." Logan replied softly glancing into the cup, he sniffed the contents.

"You know not to give me Rum Devlin." Logan sloshed the contents of the cup noisily.

"Maybe it will help soothe your nerves and help the telepathic transfer more smooth. You don't want to risk loosing him once the connection is made do you?" Devlin brushed Logan's bang from his eyes. "Why don't you get a hair cut?"

"Because Louis finds it sexy." Logan replied and took a sip from the cup.

"How do you know he thinks it is sexy?" Devlin stared at Logan's handsome profile.

"Because he told me." Logan closed his eyes and laid his head back onto the head rest.

Devlin raised an eyebrow knowningly."You have already begin the transformation haven't you?"

"Yes, I have." Logan loosened his shirt collar and slumped lower into his seat.

"How far along is he?" Devlin shifted in his seat and set his cup down.

"If you must know, I have fucked him twice in the past two days and each time I came in him." Logan replied flatly, never opening his eyes.

"Then all remains to be done is the transformation." Devlin smiled and lowered his gaze downward, he forced back the urge to be silent and pressed Logan for more information, hoping he would not anger him. "Is he so lustful and willing, this vampire?"

"It is not that he is lustful or willing Devlin. He's drawn to me, he can't resist the power of fate. He will not fight it." Logan felt himself becoming aroused, he caressed his growing erection. Devlin glanced over Logan's now tense body. He knew it would not be long before Logan eased his way to his bedroom compartment of the jet. After all, Devlin did not object to Louis' presence amongst them. If Logan knew that this greened eyed vampire was the one of prophecy then Devlin would follow Logan to the ends of the world to help him claim Louis as his own.

Logan moaned deep in his chest and opened his eyes. It was time for the next step. The other members of the clan were now boarding the private jet. Logan stood up and stretched, every muscle in his body flexing and straining. He glanced at his watch 10:05 a.m., nearly an hour before take off. Just enough time to plant the seeds of seduction then return to his clan. His presence would serve as a comfort and support for the unsure ones concerning the sudden transition in location. Logan eased his way to the back of the jet, he entered the sleeping compartment and closed the door staring at the bed.

"Yes Louis." Logan said aloud. He could hear Louis' thoughts as he slept.

"I am coming for you but first you must promise me you will let me possess you as my own, as one of us." Logan sent Louis a mental picture of his minions, then his clan and finally of himself. Louis smiled in his sleep as Logan appeared from the darkness of his sleep. He reached out for Logan but touched only air.

Logan undressed and draped a velvet red hooded cloak around himself. He switched off all the lights in the compartment and walked to the bed. The black sleeping bag, the bloodied sheets and Louis' chain and hair were placed neatly on the bed. A red silken covering draped the bed, a black pentagram shimmered darkly in the center of it. Logan arranged the items around the pentagram and lit the red candle sitting in the center of the pentagram. He sprinkled a black metallic powder into the flame of the candle, it flickered, the flame changing to a deep red color. Logan placed the strands of Loius' hair into the flame, it flickered and the flame burned a deep emerald green.

"Emerald fire, Yes! Louis. You are the one." Logan said aloud. His breathing became laboured as his heart pumped adrenaline throughout his body. Without another moments hesitation, Logan began to stroke his manhood and fell into a trance. He swayed gently as he transcended into the spiritual plane. He knew he had to call upon the Spirits of Seduction and Lust to entice Louis' essence to him. The scene begin to swirl and take shape. The Spirit of Seduction shot forth on wings of smoke, her eyes burned with a red glow which matched her flowing hair which seemed to beckon to the Spirit of Lust who followed her closely upon his black wings. They hovered then flew with great speed, hurling themselves into Louis' dreams.

Louis gasped and arched his back, his body hot and feverish. The blood sweat sprang upon his skin as if it were a separate being. He gripped the bed sheets as he felt himself rise to a level of passion he had never experienced before. The darkness opened before him and he felt himself being sucked forward, into a shimmering gold and silver vortex. Then suddenly his spirit was ripped from his body and hurled into the vortex. The scene had been set, the seduction had begin. Louis found himself inside a crowded, smoky club. The Spirit of Seduction danced around Louis sensually as the Spirit of Lust touched his lips and kissed him moistly. Louis gasped and lowered his hands to his crotch and began to caress gently, he closed his eyes as he licked his lips.

Logan quickened his strokes as he watched Louis caress himself. He could feel and smell the blood sweat dripping now from his own hot body.

"Now......entice him.......tease him....... seduce............him." Logan softly commanded with a smile.

Part 23

WARNINGS!!!!!!EXPLICIT SEXUAL ORGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M/M SEXUAL CONTENT!!!!!NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!!!IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SUCH THINGS, I SUGGEST STRONGLY YOU DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!!!

The Seduction Continues...................
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Louis snaked through the dancing crowd, his body hot and sweaty. He could feel Logan's presence, his heat, desire, his scent. Louis could smell Logan's sex, pure and wild, never had he been drawn to anyone so strongly. His nostrils flared, his eyes grew hot and misty, his pulse raced.....YES!!! there before him stood LOGAN!!!!! He stared at Louis hungrily as he reached for him. They entwined fingers and let their bodies melt together, Logan pressed his massive chest to Louis. Louis began a slow gyration of his groin as he closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip. The music became heated and hypnotic, thumping to his heart beat. Louis watched Logan grinding his body forward as he stared through lowered lids.

Louis felt a moan rise from deep within his stomach, YES! This is what he wanted, needed, desired, demanded!!! The music pulsated wickedly as Louis raised his hands above his head and crossed them at the wrists as he wiggled and undulated towards Logan. He lowered his hands again as he rotated his waist in circles, flexing his well developed abs. Logan stepped behind Louis, grinding his now erect organ against Louis' round tight ass. Louis placed his hands on his thighs and rolled his back, causing his hips to bump and roll against Logan's hard cock. Logan pressed Louis forward by the middle of his back, caressing him between his legs as he gained better assess to his delicious mounts. Logan slapped Louis across his hips sharply, building the friction, the pain. Louis winced and smiled wickedly as he mewed softly from the delicious agony Logan's powerful hands had afflicted upon his tender flesh.

Logan caressed and rubbed Loius' nipples roughly through his thin blouse. The leather pants they wore slapped together wetly and hot. Louis turned and begin to grind against Logan, he squeezed Logan's bulging rod gently and kissed him hard, his tongue stabbing through deep inside his wet mouth. Logan opened his mouth wider as he slipped his tongue inside Louis succulent mouth. He flicked his tongue quickly, touching Louis' lips as he sucked his tongue deep within his mouth. Louis felt Logan's knee pressing for entry between his legs, he slid his legs open slowly, his boots sliding smoothly over the polished dance floor. The club rocked and swayed, he could feel the power of Logan's seduction increasing.

Louis dropped to the floor before Logan and caressed his huge cock through his pants, Logan's eyes were afire as Louis ran his index finger up and down the length of his hot cock, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. Logan watched as his urchin of the night closed his eyes and mimicked sucking his rod, the crowd around them went wild as they witnessed Louis' open, unsurpressed lust. He slithered up Logan's hard body, pressing and prodding as he went. Louis turned his ass to Logan and separated his buttocks delicately, his long feminine nails glistened as they captured the lights of the club, he bent over and slithered a finger up and down between his tight mounts. Logan fastened unto Louis as a leech between his hips and begin to grind greedily, gyrating and humping against him. Louis gritted his teeth and growled at the pleasure he felt as Logan took him without undressing.

Logan tore Louis' clothes off with an animals rage. Louis drew away from Logan, fear once again gripped his heart. Logan lowered him to tha floor, pressing full length against him. He kissed Louis hotly as he pressed his legs open, Louis drew his legs up around Logan's waist. Logan pushed inside Louis, his thrust long and slow, allowing Louis to feel his entire length. He stared into Louis' eyes , bonding with him soul to soul. The beast inside Logan growled as he felt Louis clench his sweet tight nether orifice around his hot cock. He increased in rhythm then slowed down, each thrust hot and determined. He raised up now, his hard cock still inside Louis and sat back on his knees, holding Louis close to him. He made love to Louis slow and smooth. He remembered Devlin's words of caution not to break the connection.

Logan gave Louis his smooth length each stroke, he groaned deep in his chest, holding back the urge to go faster. The Spirits of Seduction and Lust hovered above them. Louis kissed, bit, nibbled and sucked at Logan's nipples. The blood sweat poured from them both as they begin to lick each other.

"Do you love me?" Louis asked Logan grinding down hard on him.

"Yes, I do. With all my heart." Logan replied as he withdrew his wet, hot cock from Louis and inserted his finger inside of him. Louis leaned forward and took Logan in his succulent mouth, sucking wildly as Logan's fingers prodded him to ecstacy. He sucked around the head of his cock, tongueing the gold ball frantically, he slid his mouth down Logan's huge shaft slowly, working up saliva as he went. Logan begin to pump as he sucked. Logan pulled his pulsating rod from Louis' mouth and fisted himself to his climax. Louis watched, his desire cresting also, pearly drops of cum shot from Louis' erect organ quickly and hot. Their screams of ecstacy mingled as one as they climaxed over and over again staring into each others eyes.

Part 23b

October 1937


It was a cold night in Romania. Logan nursed his wounds after the fatal battle for the security of his new territory. It was the last clan of werewolves left who dared to defy him that lay rotting in plain view for all of the surviving rebel wolves to see, to ponder. His reign of power now was absolute.

No one stood in his way of prosperity and peace for his kind now. Logan embraced his fate with vigor and zeal. Tomorrow he would go to the elders of the clan and receive his rank as Supreme Leader and whom ever spoke out against him would be executed on the spot. He leaned forward and kissed the earth. Mother Earth, a constant.

He rose to his feet now and began the long walk back to civilization. His remaining henchman gathered themselves, broken, beaten but none the less still alive, and followed him quietly. They were happy in their hearts but their outer countenance remained firm and emotionless. Logan required his faithful warriors to be stern and merciless at all times. To project an air of authority was important to the survival of their clan.

One by the name of Devlin quickened his pace and strolled along side Logan. He stared at his Leader's youthful face. "So young but yet so strong" Devlin thought to himself.

"Will you go to the Old One tonight?" Devlin inquired of Logan.

"Why should I go to him, his prophecy of my absolute power has come to pass. What more should I seek to know?" Logan replied softly, wincing from the pain in his body.

"The fate of your Kingdom, My Lord. Do you wish to know on what it shall be found upon?" Devlin asked.

"My Kingdom shall be found upon my guidance aand decisions as a great Leader. I do not need to know anything else." Logan replied sternly, demanding Devlin's silence.

As they drew near the small village, they were greeted by shouts of victory. Logan walked proudly through the crowd, he glanced around for his henchman and as constant as the northern star, they encircled him with their protective strong hold. No one was allowed to pass them to approach him. Logan could feel the awe and respect of his new clan. He was guided to a small cottage in the center of the village, Devlin informed him they would sleep there for the remainder of the night.

Logan bathed and sat before the fireplace wrapped in a sheepskin pelt. The lined inside felt good against his naked skin. He stared into the fire, his mind blank. He heard footsteps, he sniffed the air.....Devlin. Devlin entered the cottage followed close by the Old One who foretold of his reign of power. Logan sighed, staring Devlin in the eyes giving him a questioning knod. Devlin walked over to Logan and patted him on the back gently.

"Just listen to him My Lord, for what he is about to tell you shall be your fate." Devlin pleaded gently.

Logan knodded for the Old Warlock to sit down. "Now talk Old One."

The old sorcerer cleared his throat and began to speak, his ancient rasping voice floated throw the cottage.

"You , my young Lord will come to your absolute power through another predator of the night. It's hair will be raven black and eyes as green as the emeralds of Egypt. It's countenance shall be as an Angel of Light, so beautiful it shall be that your first encounter with it shall leave you under it's spell. But, beware, my Lord, for in this creature lies dormant the Emerald Fire which if not harnessed could destroy your kingdom."

"How shall I harness this creatures power old one?" Logan leaned inward toward the Warlock, his interest now stirred.

"In an old castle, north of Constanople, you will find three rings of pure gold, forged by our ancient ones long before our time to serve this purpose. You must ensnare it with one ring around each wrist and the larger ring must be clamped about it's throat. Attached to these three rings are chains of gold forged by the minions of Hell, they cannot be broken."

"Is this creature pure in form or shall it be transformed to this mystical siren?" Logan asked. His heart began to race, he felt light headed and slightly nausous as he watched the Old Warlock move his hands hypnotically as he spoke.

"Only you shall have the power to unleash this deadly force. This creature in pure form is one of the undead, a vampire. It must be transformed to one of our kind before the power can be harnessed." The Warlock replied hoarsly.

"What is the Emerald Fire, Old Man?" Logan questioned, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"It is the love which lies dormant in the heart of this creature. A vampire is the only creature in the universe which dies each time it copulates, it sweats blood and cries tears of blood. A symbol of great loss and agony. For it to give pleasure it yields under extreme pain and to receive pleasure it endures great suffering."

"How will I know without a doubt that I have found the right vampire? Surely, there must be thousands of the green eyed, raven haired vermin." Logan sat back now, for some reason he did not like this Warlock.

"You will know in your heart, my Lord. But hear me well, the fate of your Kingdom shall be found upon love and the sweat of that love. Give it the nurturing and it shall come to you willingly." The Old Man worked his clawed fingers in circles and gestures. Logan felt himself becoming annoyed.

"How must I nurture this willful creature? What must I do to possess it?" Logan's body tensed, his organ stirred and begin to rise slightly, blood rushing to it's tip.

The Warlock laughed heartily as he observed Logan's overt arousal by the flushing of his cheeks.

"It seems your body already know the answer, My young Lord. You must entice it, tease it, seduce......it to your will. But beware not to loose your heart to this creature for it shall be passionate and wanton. It will question your love and weave a web of longing and desolation. You will face many trials on the road to claiming your fate, it will seem at one point all is lost and hopeless but when this happens you will obtain your hearts desire. These things are a promise from the Ancient Ones." The Warlock sat quietly now, observing Logan keenly. Logan thought silently for a few moments then he waved the Old Man away. The Warlock departed silently.

"Devlin." Logan said softly.

"Yes, MY Lord?" Devlin replied.

Logan begin to stroke his erect cock as he envisioned this mystical creature of the undead. He held back a gasp of pleasure and closed his eyes, stroking his hot cock faster beneath the pelt. Then he said huskily, barely above a whisper.

"Follow him to his lair then...........kill him." As Devlin slipped quietly out into the night, Logan opened his eyes and laughed softly as he climaxed. He wondered if the Old Warlock knew his own fate.

Part 24

Logan caressed Louis' lips and leaned into a kiss. He struggled to maintain his self control, every touch of Louis' spiritual fingers sent his body into a savage arousal. The Spirit of Seduction and Lust floated down beside them. They pressed softly against their hot flesh, caressing and kneading them back into a heated frenzy. Louis raked his nails across Logan's chest and squirmed up his chest to stand over him.

Logan slowly trailed his eyes up Louis' lithe body, he never in all his entire life ever felt so strongly towards another man or could Louis be considered a man. Logan pondered this thought fleetly as he drew Louis' sweet tasting prick down his throat. Louis begin to circle his waist to the rhythm of the music as he pumped rhythmically into Logan's mouth. He entwined his fingers into Logan's full crown of hair. A green liquid firey mist began to rise as a vapor from Louis' fevered body. Logan took Louis deep down his throat, working faster as his fully extended canines raked and drew blood from Louis' erect organ.

"So sweet and soft." Logan thought as he nibbled Louis' wet knob now, he began to fist up and down the swollen muscle, he loved the feel of it, so slippery and wet. Logan tongued the tip of Louis cock. Louis placed his hands against Logan's temple. The green liquid mist slithered around Louis and Logan, entwining , swirling about them. Logan pulled Louis down again to the floor, he motioned for the dark silhouettes hovering about in the dimly lit club. Devlin, Dewitt and Sammy appeared from the darkness, naked and aroused. The club hummed loudly and smelt of sex. The dancers begin to pair off in groups of three or more. Logan and Louis pulled and tore at each other. Rolling over, Louis sprang up on all four, his hair whipped seductively around his smoldering feline features.

Louis and Logan stared at each other. Logan could see the slow transformation of his new lover. Louis' lips were now a deep dark mahogany red, the color of a fine aged wine. His once near translucent skin now glistened a deep bronze tone, his nipples darkly matched his lips, his eyes burned a deep emerald green beneath his now cascade of flowing raven curls. Logan drew in a gasp of awe and ecstacy. Louis had become a true creature of the night, darkly sensual and mysterious.

All around them people were moaning, pumping, gyrating, undulating an screaming in ecstacy as they tore at each other. Logan inched towards Louis now, it was time to initiate him into the clan. Louis smiled as Logan drew nearer to him, he traced Logan's succulent lips as he spoke.

"Do you really love me?" Louis chimed gently, he searched Logan's brown eyes for the truth.

"Yes." Logan replied quickly, he stood up over Louis and lifted him up and tossed him over his shoulder. Devlin and Dewitt walked on each side of Logan, their presence demanding the crowd to make a path for Logan's passage. Sammy secured the rear maintaining the distance of their passage. He smiled at Louis softly and knowingly. Logan sat down in a huge leather chair which accessed the entire view of the club. He positioned Louis facing him, Louis straddled Logan's cock, his fingers digging into the armrests of the chair as he closed his eyes and begin to grind on Logan. Logan watched as his blood slick cock slid in and out of Louis' nether orifice. He held Louis firmly in place as he arched his back and threw his head back, his hair falling in waves around Logan. Logan licked the blood sweat off Louis' chest and throat, pushing his thumb inside his mouth, Louis sucked it as he pumped in stride with Logan's thrusts.

Devlin inserted two of his fingers inside Louis' nether orifice, as Dewitt caressed his body focusing on his nipples, Sammy caressed and fisted Louis' warm cock gently as he watched Logan french kiss Louis savagely. Louis begin to gyrate on Devlin's fingers , as he clamped Dewitt's huge cock and begin to knead and caress it. He could feel Devlin's fingers raking against Logan's slick, sticky cock inside him. Louis undulated and pumped heatedly feeling every sensation his four lovers gave to him unselfishly. Never had he experienced anything so fullfilling in his entire vampire life. The hunger inside Louis grew steadily, it was no longer blood he craved but the feeling of anothers warm, succulent, moist flesh sliding, stickily and wet against him.

Logan sucked and licked Louis' fingers as he kneaded and prodded his nipples. They slid from the chair, all five bodies entwined into a fleshy hot pile of raw desire and agonizing ecstacy. Logan called out as he orgasmed inside Louis feverishly. Devlin kissed Louis softly as he withdrew his fingers, Dewitt exploded stickly in Louis hand, cum dripped softly from his now spent organ. Louis screamed and climaxed, bucking against Logan, releasing his cum in Sammy's hand. Sammy licked his fingers clean of Louis' sweet love juices and kissed him on the cheek.

Logan stood up stretching his arms out on each side of his body, extending and separating his fingers. A soft rainy mist begin to fall in the club. Devlin helped Louis to stand beside Logan. Logan reached for Louis' hand and drew him close, he desired to feel his heat, his essence. He pulled Louis in front of him and pressed against his back, wrapping his strong arms around his waist and begin to whisper in his ear.

"Those are your people now, your clan. These are only a few, you will met the others later. Do not be afraid, when you awake you will remember everything and how much you enjoyed it, wanted it. I will come for you in a few days my sweet tasting urchin and you can experience this anytime you wish. Nothing shall be denied you. This I promise. Now, return to your immortal slumber, return to your blonde lover, return to the home you no longer desire. You are mine now and only I have the power to release you."

Louis swayed in Logan's embrace with his eyes closed. He felt himself floating, being sucked away. Then suddenly he shot forward, propelled back through the vortex, followed closely by the Spirit of Seduction and Lust. He drifted now in darkness, his consciousness closed.

Part 25

Beverly walked up to the gated entrance of Rue Royale. Tonight she would make the boldest move of her life. She had to talk to the Vampire named Lestat. Beverly had to stop Logan before he ruined their life together and she would do whatever it took to reclaim Logan as her own. She knocked on the door, waiting pensively. What would she say?

An older woman opened the door gently. Beverly smiled and begin to talk.

"Hello, is Mr. De Lioncourt home?" Beveryl asked formally.

"No, Madam. He will return later in the evening today. May I ask your name?" the lady replied.

"Beverly. Could you please tell him Beveryl Jordaine came by and give him this letter. Let him know it concerns Louis De Pionte du Lac." Beveryl placed the envelope in the woman's hand.

"I will see to it he receives your letter Ms. Jordaine." the woman replied with a curt smile.

"Thank you." Beveryl said gently and turned slowly away from the old woman and scanned the street. No one could be sensed watching her. She strolled quickly along the sidewalk. She could still feel the dull ache of the multiple wounds she received from Logan. Her body was healing fast but it hurt like hell. She knew that Logan and the others were probably already in Montana by now. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of how irrational and selfish Logan had become in such a short time. Never had she seen him so hateful and scornful. She entered a small cafe' and walked to the far back booth and sat down. She would wait for Lestat now.

FRIDAY EVENING 7:32 p.m.
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Louis opened his eyes, staring blankly and unfocused before him. He was thirsty and hungry and of all the things to want he wanted water. Louis caught a glimpse of Marius as he moved to his bedside and sat down. The Roman stared at him sternly.

"Please Marius, I need water." Louis said softly.

"Water? What makes you think you need water?" Lestat's disapproving voice cut through the room, Louis could hear his footsteps drawing near the bed.

"Lestat, back off. Please!" Marius said firmly, examining Louis closely. Marius touched Louis' forehead....his body temperature had risen. "He's changing rapidly." Marius said speaking more to himself than anyone else.

"Marius, please......" Louis pleaded, closing his eyes again.

Marius poured a cup of water for Louis from a pitcher sitting on the night stand.

"Louis, drink. Slowly now." Marius' voice was calm and soothing. Louis sipped the precious fluid from the cup. Ah, yes....water. Cold, sweet, pure water. It slipped across his dry tongue and splashed down his fevered throat. How long it had been since he taste such sweetness.

Lestat stood silently in awe of Louis' appearance. Gone, the eerie white powder glow of his skin; gone, the straight black hair. What lay before Lestat was the young human man he took for a companion over two hundred years ago. His beautiful face seemed less troubled now. The huge spiral curls swirled across his shoulders softly. Lestat touched Louis' ruddy lips and winced at the warmth of them, the soft texture, the smooth appearance of them. Gone, the Louis he had grown to love; gone, the green eyed vampire that he exclusively possessed. What lay before him now was a siren of the night. A predator of the lusts of the flesh. Lestat felt betrayed and scorned by this dark creature. Did Louis care so less of the Dark Gift that he willing let a DOG strip him of all he knew and even desired? Lestat fleetly caressed Louis' mane of curls.

"Why did you do it?" Lestat asked Louis softly as he twirled a curl through his fingers.

"Why did I do what? I have done nothing Lestat." Louis replied closing his eyes to hide the tears welling up. He pressed his cheek to Lestat's strong, cool hand.

"Why did you let....IT touch you?" Lestat continued.

"I did not let Logan touch me, he attacked me as a creature. I could not fight him Lestat, he was too strong." Louis replied sadly, he felt as if he had betrayed Logan by speaking the truth.

Lestat cupped Louis' chin in his hand and lifted his face upward. Louis' mind opened as a new flower in bloom. A sadness flooded Lestat's soul as Louis' thoughts spoke softly to him. This creature no longer was his fledgling, the barriers of silence had been broken, torn apart by lust. Every detail of that fateful night replayed in Louis' consciousness. The ambush, the fear, the frothing muzzle, the licks and caresses; then the hot, unholy coupling between Louis and Logan. Lestat released Louis' chin and walked away, his inner self in turmoil.

Marius and Armand could do nothing but stand by silently watching Lestat and Louis try to come to terms with their new situation. Lestat stood on the balcony, staring listlessly into the night, he caressed the letter from Beveryl inside his pocket.

"Do you love this creature?" Lestat asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, I do." Louis replied choking back a sob. "God, yes Lestat! I am so sorry but I can't lie to you. I just can't!! Louis let the tears flow from him freely as he sobbed softly. Louis caught Marius' random thoughts. He glanced at Marius, their eyes met and connected. How do you know his name? Have you met him before? Should I be afraid of him? Should we ALL be afraid? Louis slung question after question, bombarding Marius' thoughts. Marius smiled gently and reassuringly at Louis and turned to Lestat.

"Lestat, you must understand. Louis did nothing to cause that creature to desire him. Logan is a creature of the flesh, he lives and feeds for carnal pleasures. Through this way they multiply their kind in number, just the same as we give the Dark Gift." Marius tried to reconcile Lestat with logic and reason. Maybe if it was explained how the Wolves Clan functioned it would help defuse the lethal anger of the towering Lion of a Vampire before him. Lestat stared at Marius from the balcony unmoving and cold. Lestat shot his gaze to Louis as a small smile crept across his full lips. " As usual" Lestat thought "they are trying to conjure up some bullshit story to cover Louis' pretty little ass but this time I am not going to swallow bullshit pound for pound."

Part 26

Lestat whirled on Marius, shouting angrily.

"How can you stand there and tell me Louis is innocent in all this. None of this would have happened if he would have just came home Wednesday night. He was looking ....searching for trouble!! Lestat glared at Louis with scorn.

"Look at him! Look at him Marius!!! Is this the Loius we knew, the Louis we loved?!! I didn't give life to this....this Incubus!!!!! Lestat raged.

Louis threw the covers back and bolted from the bed towards Lestat. They faced each other, only inches apart, staring into each others eyes, neither man blinked.

"How dare you scorn me, you arrogant pile of shit!! You made me a killer, a pitiful, weak blood sucking leech. You say you gave me a gift but I only considered it a way out of my miserable humanity. No, you didn't make me what I have become now and I'm fucking glad. I at least enjoyed the transformation and I would do it again and again if I could!!!! Louis shoved Lestat back with each word, his nails cutting into Lestat's shirt scratching his bare chest drawing blood. Lestat felt himself becoming aroused as Loius' nails raked his flesh, the scent of his blood propelling him towards absolute release. Louis stepped back and caressed his bare chest, running his fingers down his naked bronze body as he smiled maliciously at Lestat's noticable instant arousal.

"No, you didn't give me this life because you weren't man enough. You didn't have an ounce of humanity when you took me, all I felt was suffering, longing and alone. And you called it a gift!! Don't even go there, Lestat. Just do not go there!!

Armand pulled a sheet from the bed and draped it around Louis. His beauty was intoxicating and bewitching Lestat in a way Armand had never witnessed before. Lestat's eyes were glazed slightly, as if he was under a spell.
He stared at Louis with an animals intensity, he flexed his fingers quickly and seemed to ready his body to pounce on Louis at any given moment.
Every muscle in Lestat's body strained and pulled against his self control. He spoke between labored breathes.

"Then I suppose this Werewolf is man enough. I suppose he'll fill that insatiable lust you have for being loved or should I say fucked. I guess after polishing his knob for two days you know everything there is to know about him, body and soul. How did he do it to you Louis? Did he lay on top of you, sit you on his dick, finger fuck you, or did he do it his favorite way ...DOGGY STYLE?!!!! Lestat spat the last words towards Louis with unsurpressed venom. He felt his fang teeth tear into his bottom lip, Lestat spat the blood on the carpet at Louis feet.

"How could you be so gullible after almost three hundred years Louis?" Lestat continued mockingly as he steadied himself. The animal intensity chewed at his now black heart as he saw the blatant rejection cross Louis' eyes.

"No, Lestat. Not after almost three hundred years but how could I have been so gullible for NEARLY THREE HUNDRED YEARS putting up with your abuse, numerous infidelities, curses, your irrational behavior, your deep, demanding, smothering possession of me. I want none of this life anymore, it sickens me, weakens me!!!" Louis raged, his green eyes flashing as he gestured aggressively towards Lestat. The urge to fight was overwhelming Louis. Suddenly he hated Lestat! Louis slapped Lestat quick as lightning, sending him sailing through the air and crashing out the balcony window. The power behind the blow was followed by a strong wind which sent the entire bedroom spinning in turmoil. The bed shattered, the antique armoire seemed to explode to splinters, the curtains were ripped from the windows, furniture sailed through the air crashing against the walls. Armand and Marius ducked and dodged the flying debris, then suddenly they both slammed their bodies full length against the floor as Lestat flew over them slamming into Louis full strength. The impact of Lestat's body against Louis' vibrated through the room, Louis took the direct hit straight on. Lestat felt the sensation of crashing against an impenetrable wall as Louis reached out and caught Lestat by the throat and lifted him off the floor, his green eyes emmiting an unholy glow, he bared his now four canines as he growled deep from within his chest.

Part 27

Louis' seething hatred now consummed his every thought and movement. He closed his grip around Lestat's throat, his intentions clearly to crush the life from him. Lestat's eyes begin to glaze over from the bone crushing grip, Louis smiled mercilessly as he watched him die. Armand and Marius gave frutile attempts to break Louis' grip but where hurled across the room by an unseen force. Lestat felt the sensation of listlessness as the world around him grew dark. Then suddenly, he felt his body thump against the floor. He heard a voice smooth and commanding speaking to Louis in a strange language. His vision begin to clear as he listened.

"E'mission Pe el, Meu I^ntuneric. Eu am a veni pentru tu." Logan said seductively, the command vibrating from his chest.

"A face pe plac la, Meu Lord, virgula~ eu la spre a face al tau~ biding, a face nu bind eu!" Louis replied his voice seemed disconnected from his body as he spoke.

"Suficient! E'mission pe el, eu virgul~ tu!! Tu shall suffer de la luf m^ina~ nu mai mult. Ca~ moi promettre." Logan replied, his voice laced with reassurance and comfort. He reached for Louis.

Louis stepped over Lestat's body as he walked towards the shattered balcony where Logan stood. Louis felt relieved and awestruck as Logan reached for him, he knew it would be safe
once he felt those strong arms around him. Louis flung himself into Logan's waiting arms and crushed against him sobbing. Logan caressed Louis' soft curls and kissed the top of his head. He removed his duster coat and draped it around Louis' naked shoulders and pulled it together to hide his nakedness. Marius stood up from Lestat and faced Logan. Their eyes met, cold and unmoving. Louis clung to Logan now, his loyalties clearly defined.

"So we met again, my friend." Marius broke the silence first.

"Yes, we do Ancient One. Small world, perhaps?" Logan replied with a mocking grin.

"Why have you done this?" Marius inquired of Logan, stepping forward to get a better view of the young titan.

"What have I done except grasped my own fate and created an Empire." Logan smoothed the tears from Louis' cheeks and pressed his face into his massive chest. He wrapped his arms around Louis protectively as he readied himself to leave.

"You come here and destroy the only piece of happiness this home as ever known and all you can talk about is fate?" Marius replied as he examined Logan closely, the boy had matured beyond his years, he was MASSIVE!

"Is it my fault that vampires create their kind through sadistic lies and a morbid sense of love when it truly reflects their self loathing and disrespect for humanity?" Logan inquired flatly, gesturing around the room and then to Lestat.

"We werewolves have a love for closeness, for family. Our security and longevity depends on that closeness. When we create another, it is not for the good of the creator but for the stability of the clan. We don't create meek, dependent pups. We give strength, independence and a clarity of purpose." Logan ended his reply with a look of self righteousness and murmured to Louis softly and kissed him on the nose as the words he had spoken sliced through Lestat and Marius. Armand stood still as death now as he pondered Logan's philosophy.

"So, this is what you have given Louis? A sense of purpose?" Lestat questioned stiffly.

"Yes. Can you deny this? Did he not defend himself from you when you attacked him. He is a man and should kneel to no other man in submission unless this man is his Leader and then he should feel safe to trust this Leader's decisions for the greater good." Logan replied his brown eyes flashing with pride and self assurance.

"With me he is free to go as he please, come as he please and have his own opinions. The only reason I did not destroy you during our battle was because of Louis. He adores you, loves you deeply and I respect that by allowing you to continue to live for his pleasure. I would do NOTHING to hurt him and that unfortunately includes postponing your death WOLF KILLER." Logan said with venom etching his last two spoken words to Lestat.

Marius reflected on the words Logan had spoken, the words of a man not destitute and depraved but power driven and wealthy. The boy had become a true Leader over the centuries and Marius' fears of the past all returned in a flood. He had to stop Logan again at any cost.

"Logan, you do realize that if you try and take Louis from here, we will have to stop you." Marius said sternly, his eyes flashing hotly.

"You mean you will TRY and stop me, Ancient One." Logan laughed aloud, he could not hide the mirth he felt. His body shook with laughter as he stared from each of the vampires. What a trio, he thought. They reminded him of Beverly, didn't they ever give up!

Louis had begin to laugh also, he looked at Lestat and begin to roar with laughter as Marius and Armand both released peels of laughter. Lestat's countenance remained stern and fixed, this time laughter was far from his mind. He caught the fleet movement of Logan adjusting for flight with Louis and he shot forward. Logan backhand slapped Lestat across the face and sent him sailing, bursting threw three of the far walls, nearly leveling the second level of their home. Armand grabbed Louis and pulled him free from Logan's grasp and shoved him to Marius. Logan stepped brazenly before Armand, towering over him.

"You little mislead Ancient! How dare you steal something from me." Logan struck at Armand swiftly, missing each time as Armand dodged him with preternatural speed. Armand kicked Logan between the legs, Logan buckled in pain. Armand delivered Logan a blow across the face which sent him reeling across the room. Logan steadied himself and charged Armand, they burst through onto the shattered balcony and fell to the ground. Logan lifted Armand high over his head by his throat and hurled him into the air, flexing his hand upward, Logan sent a bolt of lighting crashing into Armand as he hurled through the air, he was instantly knocked unconscious. Armand fell to the ground, his hair and clothes smoking and on fire. Marius flew to Armands aid, carrying Louis with him. Logan intercepted Marius in the air, gripping him by his wrists, holding him fast.

"What's it going to be Roman? Your little Ameado or Louis?" Logan could see the fear and concern in Marius' face for his fledgling as he glanced at Louis. "It does not have to end this way, Old One. We have no quarrel. Give Louis to me. Go to your Ameado before it is too late." Logan softly reasoned with Marius, the flames were nearly engulfing Armand now. Marius stared into Louis' eyes and released him to Logan reluctantly. Logan gripped Louis tightly and ascended upward and was gone. Marius hurried to Armand and removed his jacket to smother the flames. Lestat stumbled out the house, blood cascaded his face and hair from a gash in his head. Marius stood up and helped him sit down, Armand stirred, groaned and sat up. Marius tore away some of Lestat's shirt to press against his head wound.

"He took him didn't he Marius?" Lestat said softly. Marius patted Lestat reassuringly on the back.

"Yes, he did. But rest assured WE WILL GET HIM BACK!!" Marius threw three gold rings before Lestat with three links of chain. They shimmered and glistened in the darkness.

"I'm going to teach you how to use those with supreme skill and accuracy, My Lelio. In order to domesticate a wild animal you must subdue it first. And that is what we are going to do with Logan."

Lestat lifted the chains up and connected the rings to them, they hummed slightly in his hands and emmited a comforting warmth.

"Cool." Lestat said with a devilish smile.

Part 28

Friday Night 11:02 p.m.


Marius clipped Armands singed hair and tossed it in the trash as he sculptured a presentable haircut. It was short and curly
but decent. Armand sighed sadly and held the mirror up to examine his sheared locks. Wincing, he slammed the mirror upon the floor, shattering it to pieces.

"Damn him!!!!!" Armand screamed and buried his face in his hands.

"It will all grow back by tomorrow night. Why are you stressing?" Marius asked with a curious frown.

"Never have I cut my hair unless I desired to cut it and along comes this hound from Hell and......" Armand stood up and stared out the hotel window. "Has anyone seen Daniel since you arrival Marius?"

"He is safe with Khayman and Mael. The beast would not dare challenge those two together." Marius replied with confidence. Armand stared out onto the busy night street. His mind clouded with questions, then slowly he begin to speak, carefully choosing his words.

"The Wolf Man seemed to know you. Have you crossed paths with him before?" Armand questioned.

"Yes, unfortunately I have. A long time ago before he became the Leader of the Dark Reicht." Marius replied. Armand swirled around nearly toppling over the night stand and lamp. He steadied the lamp with quaking fingers.

"He is the Leader of the Dark Reicht!" Armand stared into Marius' eyes, searching for a glit of humor. There was none.

"We do not stand a chance against one such as he and you knew this!! You knew he would slice through us like a hot knife through butter!! Does Lestat know?" Armand narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"No. He is unaware also. He can feel the evil from Logan but can not decipher it." Marius' heart sank as he saw the look of hurt and betrayal on his fledgling's face. The last thing he intended to do was hurt Armand.

"Armand, please le---" Marius stepped towards Armand as he spoke but Armand evaded his path and spoke out, stifling Marius' plea.

"How do you know him, tell me!!!" Armand demanded of Marius. His boyish features etched with worry and fear. Marius closed his eyes to block out the scene unfolding before him. He sighed and begin to speak.

"In 1847, I created another fledgling only know to me. His name was Ashante'. He was intellegent, quiet, graceful and beautiful. His hair black as midnight, eyes a deep satiny Hunter green. I took him at the age of nineteen just as he was to become a priest in one of the Romanian sanctuaries. I adored his quiet spirit and intellectual council. We lived unnoticed and unmolested there in the sanctuary for three years. He continued his studies as a priest despite him becoming a vampire. I found this highly unusual and contradictive to our vampire nature and loved him even more for his spiritual dedication even though he killed every awakening night of his life to survive. He would question me of our beginning and laugh softly each time I told him of Those Who Must Be Kept."

"Then in the summer of 1850, a strange presence was felt all through out Romania. A new predator had entered the quiet realm of our beloved country. I insisted that Ashante' slept with me every day and stayed close by my side by night. At times I would just sit and watch him study by candle light, not allowing him from my sight for fear he would be harmed or worse. But unknowingly to me, he had begin to have secret trysts during the night with a stranger, and that stranger was Logan Bradley. He beguiled and seduced My Ashante' promising him the light of the sun, night after night of sensual coupling, companionship worthy his equal and a position of power and honor found only being at his side."

"I do not know how long these trysts had been going on between them but I begin to notice subtle changes in my new companion. He became distant from me, shunning my touch and wandering off alone constantly. So, I begin to spy on him and soon I witnessed them together. Logan held Ashante' in his massive arms as he ravished his pure, untouched body and soul, then suddenly he transformed into his evil, his immortality. I screamed for Ashante' and took flight as he crushed My Angel of Darkness to his chest possessively. We fought as madmen, he knew I feared the fighting would harm Ashante' and he used this against me. Striking out at me, wounding me nearly fatally as he took to the night skies. He wounded me physically and emotionally that fateful night. My chest and abdomen was ripped open as well as my heart."

Marius clenched his fist and slammed it into the wall, breaking the foundation, plaster and wall paper. He fought back the tears stinging his eyes, he turned from Armand as he continued, anger and madness from centuries passed engulfing him.

"I searched for this creature relentlessly and after two years I found him in Babylonia. By then I had been blessed with the Golden Rings of Hell forged by hell's eternal flames to hold him, bind HIM!! Calling upon the help of Khayman and Mael we raged war with this demon spawn for Ashante's release. We bound him with the Rings of Gold and called upon the Emerald Fire as guardian over him to insure his absolute bondage in Hell. I then believed I would reclaim my sweet prayerful counselor but he could not be found anywhere. I was told by many that he is Logan's Chief of Council known by the name of Devlin. By now I know he is no longer a vampire, maybe in spirit but never again in his heart. I felt his presence tonight and Logan knew this. Logan realizes I will never totally destroy him until Ashante' is returned to me."

Armand placed his hand softly upon Marius' shoulder and leaned his body against his back. Never had ever witnessed his Maker so grieved and tearful. Armand fleetly allowed his mind to wander back to when things where simpler between him and Marius, before he became a vampire, before he....... Armand closed the door of his memory slowly and wandered back into the present where Logan Bradley ruled Supreme, howling into the night, kicking thier ass's whenever he felt like a good fight, destroying Lestat's happy home piece by fucking piece, insulting their existence by his words and actions and most of all he kidnapped Louis like some dark ghostly pirate from an Earl Flynn movie. The world as they knew it was being destroyed and it seemed they could not do a damn thing about it.

Marius touched Armands face gently and smiled through his blood tears as determination stabbed at his heart.

"And now, My Sweet one, he has taken the Beautiful One to claim as his own but he has picked the wrong vampire to vex this time. Lestat is on the Devil's Road same as he and regrets nothing. Lestat will loose his immortal soul before he allows Logan to claim Louis as his own. The bond between those two is stronger than death, more power than any storm and more turbulent than the sea. The passion which flows between them is never ending, forever flowing into itself never to break the cirle of life and love. They are forever."

"And I will not allow Logan to destroy Louis' pure of heart and beautiful goodness. Upon this promise I will loose my immortal soul also." Marius said quietly and with conviction as he begin to stride towards the door. Armand watched his Makers long strides and smiled despite the seriousness of the situation. The Italian black silk suit and silk red shirt flowed with Marius' confident stride as he disappeared out the door.

Part 29

Lestat strolled down Main Street slowly. He clutched the letter in his pocket with a growing anxiety. His world had turned upside down in the past two days and it seemed it would be a long time before everything returned to normal unless this Wolf Woman could somehow turn the tide of events. Lestat found himself praying to God as if it made a difference in his situation. Did it make a difference or was it just a natural reaction to want a higher power in a time of trouble? He strolled on, his body ached numbly from his injuries. Lestat swore he would make Logan pay for all the hell he caused.

Louis. Louis. Louis. Lestat knew that Louis' intentions were never to return to him, that is, as long as Logan remained a constant part of the Earthly realm. He could not envision himself fighting with Logan for eternity, the young boy had convictions and of all things a philosophy! Lestat lived by one creed alone. IMPULSE!!!! Nothing really required a plan or given scheme. Action was his conviction, movement his philosophy and absolution his God. All things would be revealed in time if a person could live to that tickle in time. Lestat tried to stop his mind from wandering to thoughts of Louis and Logan making love; What did the kid have that he did'nt? Did he introduce Louis to some new sexual high or was it just plain and simple infatuation which would wear off in time for the both of them? Lestat remembered Logan silently mouthing to Louis that he would love him always and to prove this Logan showed up tonight like a phantom and winged Louis away.

Anger had begin to build inside Lestat again. He spotted the cafe' "La Fuente Mocha", he crossed the street and walked into the dimly lit cafe'. Soft French music caressed his ears. He momentarily thought he felt the soft touch of Louis' long slender fingers caressing his back and a sweet low husky whisper "I love you, My sweet Prince DeLioncourt, with all my heart forever and ever, and ever...." The words echoed inside his head as he closed his eyes, closing out the memory as he eased his way to the back of the cafe'.

There was several back booths but only one contained a blonde women, strikingly beautiful. Lestat stared into her steel blue eyes, they overshadowed with recognization as she smiled and knodded her head, acknowledging his gaze. Lestat returned the smile cordially and walked over to the booth and sat down opposite the women. For several minutes she just studied him appraisingly. He waited patiently for her to speak.

"You do know what I am?" Beverly asked Lestat softly.

"Yes, unfortunately for you, I do." Lestat replied. He could smell her heat, her sex. She was beautiful but dangerous. Her sensuality was not as dark and sinister as Louis'. She was quite approachable but stern. Lestat smiled softly, he admired a strong woman.

"I'm sorry, may I call you Lestat?" She asked gently, rapping her long red nails on the table top.

"Yes, of course." Lestat felt the pit of his stomache tighten. The damnable creatures seethed of passion and allure. Her obvious effect on him could not be denied.

"You do understand that your lover is in grave danger. He has fallen prey to the Supreme Leader of the Dark Reicht. Do you know of whom I speak?" Beverly asked seriously, her brow drawn together quizzically.

Lestat felt a sudden shudder of alarm and understanding. Yes! He did recognize Logan!! The way he fought, his excellent reflexes, his smoldering stare. Yes!! Lestat laughed wickedly and cleared his throat. Beverly sat back in her seat, the bench groaned softly under her wieght.

"It seems you do know of whom I speak." Beverly's expression was now slightly fearful and undecided. Lestat's sudden display of mirth unnerved her.

"Please do not be alarmed, my sweet. I have been know to have fits of laughter or have you already heard of this trait concerning the Vampire Lestat?" Lestat felt as if he had snorted a whole gram of cocaine. The words "Dark Reicht" echoed through his heated brain. The fiend had changed considerably. Lestat briefly remembered the taste of Logan's blood, the sweet taste of fresh blood heated from battle, forged in hell. But only then he was in the form of a werewolf or rather a hellhound. The stench of Memnoch crept from Lestat's memory as he vividly recalled the torture he endured in Hell. How he screamed out for forgiveness and release as Logan laughed and howled, calling him a shit drinking vermon, blood sucking bastard, and a fake rebel, a vampire who wanted humans to love him when he was the unabridged walking book of evil incarnate. Yes! He knew exactly of whom she had spoken of.

"Tell me why you asked me here Wolf Woman? Is there anyway we can defeat this howling madman and will I be able to save Louis?" Lestat asked Beverly, his mind slightly still adrift in lost times and dark memories.

"Logan commands the minions of Hell. They love him and are loyal unto death to him. They wait, as we speak for his command to come forth from Hell and rage war with you and your kind or any one for that matter. This is one of the many things you are up against My friend." Beverly hesitated as she spoke, fear visibly in her eyes, her lips quavered slightly.

"How do I know you are not part of a scheme or plan to destroy me. How do I know you can be trusted?" Lestat asked the beautiful creature before him. She had not answered any of his questions, he was becoming annoyed.

"My future is at stake as much as the life of your sweet lover. Logan is my husband by promise and all I want is for him to come back to me, to realize that the Prophecy spoken of long ago is all a hideous lie!" Beverly spoke now through clenched teeth, her blue eyes flashing.

"What Prophecy? What does Louis have to do with all of this?" Lestat inquired reluctantly, he really did not want to know but heaven forbid if any man raised the scorn of a woman.

Part 30

Early Saturday Morning 1:23 a.m.


Logan stared at Louis' delicate fingers, he lifted his limp hand and kissed the palm, flicking his tongue teasingly between each finger as he placed small kisses upon them. Rising to his knees, Logan pulled his crew neck tee-shirt over his head, his gaze never leaving Louis' still body. He unbuttoned the top of his pants and begin to unzip them when he caught the soft sound of foot steps......too soft for a mortals hearing. Logan slanted his eyes, narrowing down his lids and focused on the darkness. Yes, come closer......Yessssss....so that I can rip your GOD DAMN HEART OUT!!!!

Logan lunged to his right and rolled, and leapt into the underbrush, slamming into the silent stalker. He raised up, canines bared, hand clenched with a death grip around their slender throat, ready to severe the throbbing jugular.

"LOGAN!!!Stop! It's only ME, Devlin!! Devlin screamed out, his hands pressed against Logan's bare chest. He gasped, in spite of himself, it had been a century since he touched Logan's bare skin, Devlin jerked free from Logan's slacking grip.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Logan stood up, buttoning and zipping his pants. "Do you realize I nearly killed you?" Logan stepped forward and pressed both his palms to Devlin's face.

"I followed you from New Orleans." Devlin replied softly. He lowered his gaze to the ground and slowly let his eyes travel up Logan's heated body.

"You were to go back to Montana with out any delay or did I just say it to myself to hear?" Logan inquired authoritively, he moved away from Devlin, establishing a respective distance.

"I thought maybe you would need my assistance along the way. You never know what may happen, My Lord." Devlin glanced around in the darkness for his hat. His waist length cascade of black curls swayed gently with his movements. Logan thrust the hat to Devlin roughly.

"You know I do not need your protection. You are watching me, spying on me." Logan replied flatly. "Now, I suggest you pin up all that damn hair and get your ass back to Montana. I will be there in the morning." Logan stared coldly into Devlin's dark green eyes. There was an emotion there but Logan could not decipher it.

"Why can't I stay with you until you are ready to leave. Morning is not long in coming, My Lord." Devlin replied persistently, he stepped closer to Logan now.

"You will not be long in coming if you do not leave me. I do not encourage any type of carnal interaction from you Devlin. You need to leave." Logan felt his organ stir and become erect, he smiled at Devlin wickedly.

"Maybe you do not have to encourage it. Just maybe it's a natural thing. I've served you with all my heart, given up my life for your purpose and you reward me as a faithful dog with only a pat to the head." Devlin threw the hat back to Logan and begin to unbutton his jacket and tossed it away. He advanced on Logan slowly, watching his every flinch and twitch. Dropping his shirt now to the ground also, Devlin stood only inches from Logan, bare chested and alluringly handsome. Logan felt his body begin to shiver softly, his arousal increasing to a dangerous level. He stroked his hard cock and stepped away from Devlin, shoving pass him.

"You are aware that Louis is here with me just on the other side of that thicket......" Logan swirled suddenly, he was upon Devlin in seconds. He pinned him down against the ground, arms outstretched.

"Why are you teasing me, enticing me!! You know I would never willing have sex with you. This is not the way it is to be between us!!"
Logan said quickly, talking more to convince himself then Devlin.

"Then why are you aroused? You know as well as I it is time to face the truth. You want to touch me, hold me , and fuck me. You've known this all along. Can you deny this Logan? Well, can you!!!!" Devlin's green eyes flashed hotly. He wanted Logan more than life itself. He would be chained in Hell with him if possible. Each beat of his heart was for this powerful immortal being towering over him. Devlin pressed his throbbing erection upward and was immediately met by Logan's hot, cock pressing firmly down on him.

"Does this have anything to do with you seeing Marius tonight? Are you using me to cover up your desires for him?" Logan asked as he ground down hard on Devlin, he closed his eyes and begin to kiss a trail down Devlin's neck.

"No." Devlin begin to sob softly, he caressed logan's muscled, wet back.

"Which do you desire, my sweet counselor, loving or fucking? Let me demostrate these for you, then decide." Logan purred.

Logan stood up and removed his boots and pants as Devlin quickly wiggled out of his. Logan kissed Devlin feverishly. It had been over a century since he held this delectable creature. His memory flooded over him as he recalled the night he first took Devlin, only then he was known by the name of Ashante'. Devlin caressed Logan's bulging muscles gently, making slow circular motions. Logan moaned softly as he lifted Devlin's legs, pressing them forward toward his chest. Logan fisted his hot cock hard and fast until he released pre-cum. he gently smoothed the clear, sticky fluid over the entire length of his shaft and plunged it inside Devlin's tight nether orifice. Devlin gasped and pressed his legs closer to his chest, opening his sweet orifice more to accomodate Logan's growing, slick shaft.

Part 31

"That's it baby, give me all you have kept for the past century deep within your being." Logan growled from deep within his chest. He thrust slow and long, shortening the thrusts as he quickened the pace, fist fucking Devlin's ample , sweaty cock. Logan leaned forward causing the full length of his pumping rod to slide deep inside Devlin, raining kisses and nibbles across his lover's erect nipples.

Years collasped away in Logan's memory. He withdrew from Devlin and flipped him over, raising him on all four. Logan growled deep and long as he slowly transformed into his alter self. the creature plunged deep inside Devlin now, ejaculating every thrust, filling him with it's hot cum. Devlin orgasmed as he felt the warm, moist juices splash against his heated insides. He pumped in rhythm with the creature, moaning and gasping loudly. The creatures fur glistenend and dripped with blood sweat as it pumped forcibly and non stop inside Devlin's willing body. It pinched his soft erect nipples as it inserted a clawed finger inside his now cum drenched orifice and begin to stroke it's huge cock and his sensitive insides. Devlin called out heatedly as his body endured wave upon wave of pleasure. Tears covered his cheeks as he praised Logan with closed eyes and unsurpressed words of love.

Devlin pulled free from the creature, gasping lustfully from the feel of their sweat drenched bodies separating. Devlin shuddered as he orgasmed again, slamming his body back against the creature, engulfing his slick, hot cock again. The pain was delicious!!! Devlin undulated his back gently, causing ripples of pleasure to vibrate through his nether orifice as the creatures organ whipped inside him, the soft briskly fur teasing the sensitive area surrounding his orifice causing him to gasp and draw in quick, loud breathes of ecstacy. Devlin licked his lips and pulled free once again from his beastly tormentor, the creature lunged forward, grabbing hold of his waist as he flipped over on his back. Devlin stared deep into the creatures eyes. They were smoldering, power filled, and HUNGRY!!

Devlin pushed gently against the creatures chest, guiding it back on it's hunches.

"Now, let me give you pleasure, My Lord and Lover." Devlin said softly as he lowered between the beasts massive legs. He clasped the creatures rock hard cock with both hands as he pushed the protective furry sheath back to expose it's pink fleshy cock. Devlin gasped uncontrollably and emmited a scream of lust as his fingers touched the creatures sticky, hot moist cock. He wiggled the gold ball gently as he traced a finger up and down the fleshy shaft. Sticky strings of moisture clung to his slender fingers as he stroked and caressed the massive member, then he slowly, teasingly lowered his succulent red lips to the beast's cock and licked it with his heated pink tongue. Then with a sudden jerk, he encircled it with his lips and begin to suck hard and lustful, drawing it down his throat, working his tongue beneath it as he slid his lips back to the knob, then smoothly engulfing it again. Each new engulfment of the creatures hard organ drew a howl of unrestrained lust and animal passion.

The creature transformed slowly, fur giving way to bronze flesh, tense lithe chiseled muscles and the sounds of a man in the throes of ecstacy. Logan orgasmed repeatively, withdrawing his spurting cock from Devlin's hot mouth, he shoved him back and ejaculated onto his abdomen and thighs. Devlin smoothed the sticky cum across his muscled stomach and sweaty thighs. He could not take his eyes away from Logan's handsome face as he continued to orgasm, his eyes closed, chest heaving. Devlin felt himself cresting to orgasm also as he watched Logan. He arched his back as Logan entered him again, this time on top of him. The moment of absolute release flooded them both at once, Logan called out as Devlin's screams of pleasure mingled with his and echoed across the wilderness. They both transformed instantly and begin to fight viciously, tearing at each other, biting , slashing, clawing, howling in pain and anger. Logan stared at Devlin as he circled him , frothing and growling. Devlin shook his raven black fur and crotched low in front of Logan in submission.

Louis sprang awake, he heard the screams. He glanced around himself. Where was Logan? Where had those unearthly screams and howls came from?

"Logan?" Louis called out only loud enough to be heard a few feet but his preternatural voice carried the name farther, vibrating upward and out through the woods. Louis heard footsteps, then the soft sound of the wind giving wings to someone in flight. Logan appeared from the thicket across from Louis. Louis could smell the pure, erotic scent of the bronze God strolling toward him topless. Logan kneeled down in front of him.

"Come, let us go to the lake and wash ourselves clean. Then, I want to make love to you until the early morning dew dance across your succulent body as the tears of passion I shall cause to flow from your beautiful emerald eyes." Logan whispered huskily to Louis, his lips brushing seductively against his ear.

Part 32

Early Saturday Morning, New Orleans 2:03 a.m.


"It was foretold eons ago that Logan would rise to power and obtain absolute power by harnessing the Emerald Fire." Beverly motioned for the waiter, she needed another drink.

"What is absolute power and the Emerald Fire?" Lestat asked Beverly now more curious than irritated.

"Absolute power means he will have the power to rule in this realm as well as the realm of Hell. Now, the Emerald Fire is a whole different media entirely. It is the power of love which can quench the scorching flames of Hell. That love supposedly lies dormant inside the heart of a green eyed, raven haired vampire. But it can only be harnessed if he or she is transformed from their pure form to wereform." Beverly's eyes grew cold and indifferent as she grew silent.

"So, what happens when this fire is stoked?" Lestat caught a glimpse of Marius just a few boothes away.

"When the object of this entity's love and adoration is threatened, it comes forth hot, blazing and vengeful. A fiery mercenary of death which will kill until vindicated." She sipped from the wine glass, her eyes fixed on Lestat. Marius stepped up to the booth and eased in beside Beverly. She tensed and looked at Lestat for an answer.

"This is Marius, Beverly. He means you no harm." Lestat assured her. Marius begin to speak.

"You are aware He has been here tonight?" Marius asked.

Beverly's heart leapt, she begin to shiver.

"No, but I did sense his presence only slightly earlier. What has he done?" Beverly felt her chest constrict.

"He came to Lestat's home and kidnapped Louis. Do you know where he has gone or were he would go?" Marius touched the top of her hands softly, she was shaking with fear and longing. Marius could smell her fear, love, desires. He smiled softly. The damnable creatures seemed to draw vampires to them as a magnet. Beverly dropped her eyes to her hands, she felt comfort in Marius' smooth cool touch. She glanced to Lestat, pleading for his promise to bring her Logan unharmed.

"We won't hurt him Beverly. We just want everyone and everything back to their proper order. Louis is at fault as much as your fiance. They both know the rules." Lestat said.

Marius visibly jumped at Lestat's words. The Vampire Lestat encouraging responsibility and rules? Marius considered if it was worth sending Logan back into captivity, he seemed the only person powerful enough to make Lestat the Leader they all wished him to be. Beverly spoke on.

"We have a place of sanctuary in the valley of Powder River in Montana in Broadus. They are all their seeking security." Beverly begin to sob softly. She had betrayed Logan and she knew he would never forgive her.

Lestat caressed her cheek, smoothing away her tears. He could feel her sadness and fear. She was a reflection of what he also felt for Louis. They were both in love with runaway lovers, renegades of the heart. Marius hugged her gently and allowed her to cry on his shoulder. He glanced to Lestat who stared at Beverly knowingly.

"You have done the right thing, my sweet. No one wil be harmed, I promise. But you do realize we will have to capture him and that means he will fight back." Lestat informed Beverly.

"I must warn you, Logan is powerful beyond his years and filled with wisdom which rivals even the Ancient Ones. He is a master of the dark arts, a Warlock forged in battle. He can command the wind, sea, earth and fire to do his bidding. He has no center of gravity, allowing him to fight from any advantage point which suits him but he does have one weakness of which he spoke of himself." Beverly explained quietly.

"Being what?" Lestat and Marius both spoke at once. Leaned towards the beautiful urchin, their eyes hot with anticipation and awe. They needed to know this more than anything else. Their very life as they knew it depended upon her next words.

"He has a Chief of Council by the name of Devlin. All his strength and focus lies within him. If you can somehow capture him, kidnap him and present him as a pawn or exchange for your lover. Logan loves Devlin greatly, he has been with him throughout his rise of Leadership." The Wolf Woman grew silent and waited for any further inquiries.

Marius pondered how they would somehow obtain Ashante'. Lestat would need to know Devlin's true identity before the confrontation. Marius could not chance him being hurt or injured by Lestat once he hit the war path. All Marius desired was to see Louis safe and back in Lestat's arms as well as Ashante' safe and warm with him again. And as for Logan and his Clan, he wanted them banished as far from civilization as possible, if not back to Hell.

"Then these things we will use to our advantage. We will need you to be present when we confront him as a decoy as well as a link to his heart, Beverly. Are you willing to do this?" Lestat questioned her gently.

"Yes. I would do whatever it takes to have Logan back at my side." Beverly replied now squaring her small shoulders determined to see the event through to the end. Lestat turned his gaze to Marius, his violet eyes blazing with confidence.

"Then let's do this!" Lestat replied as he stood up from the booth, reaching for Beverly's small, delicate hand.

Part 33

Saturday Evening 6:47 p.m. Wyoming

The sleek red Countach, Lamborghini cut through the night as a fine sharpened knife. The driver listened silently to all the voices his preternatural powers filtered in ,his deep sea blue eyes stared blankly before him. There was only one voice he longed to hear. The soft whispers, the gentle infectious laughter, the fine sculptured cheekbones, the toned and muscled body and that exquisitely tight, round ass. Andre' licked his lips and smiled to himself. Logan Bradley haunted his evry awakening hour, his keen sense of smell guided him to Montana, Logan's beloved home, his sanctuary.

Andre' felt a pange of anxiety as he visualized Logan, strong and far more powerful then their last meeting. He felt pride well in his heart. He was responsible for Logan's strong will and overpowering character. He sculptured Logan into the being he had become. Logan belonged to him exclusively and there were no exceptions. Andre's mind wandered back to eons passed....Oh, how the young Titan loved the chains wrapped around his body, the tension of steel cutting into his ripe flesh, the sharp lash of a whip slicing open his chest and back, the repeated plunge of a stiletto blade through his lower abdomen, the endless flow of blood and pain. Logan's screams of pleasure would fill the deepest voids of Hell night after night as he slashed and tore Logan to near death and as a gentle lover, Andre' would lick away the blood and pain to repeat the process again. Yes, Logan loved pain, the agony of death would send him into a deep, heart stopping orgasm, taking his breathe away as wave upon wave of pleasure ravished his hot body.

The Warlock felt his cock grow hard as he imaged all he would do to Logan once he had him back in his greedy grasp. Logan had bewitched him, cursed him. Never had he felt such burning emotions for a minion of Hell but Logan after all was not a minion. He was a living, breathing mass of pumping, erotic flesh which could be mold and sculptured to perfection. Andre' had fallen fatally in love with Logan's ravenous nature and bleeding heart. The boy could be humorous one second and a raging madman the next, ready to rip someone's heart out.

His awakening now was of a pertinent nature, purposeful but deadly. The time drew near for Logan to produce a heir and Andre' knew he had to be there to take the child and Logan back to Hell with him. After all, Logan owed him his life but a child to inherit all his domain and power would be sufficient enough to atone for his indebtness. By now he would be near delivery and the timing had to be precise or the child would inherit only Logan's DNA or whoever would be present during the birth. The transfer would be quick and almost unnoticable, a quick blue flash imprinting their DNA into the unborn child as a photographic negative, splicing Logan's genes and the other persons genes equally, creating the perfect genetic match. Andre' cursed the day he explained the unique ability to Logan. The truth had crushed him, enraged him. Andre' had planned everything so perfect for his young Titan, casting spell upon spell enpowering Logan to be self sufficient and self indulgent. Creating the perfect warrior, the perfect lover. But things had gone wrong, terribly wrong and he had returned to correct them.

The Countach purred silently as it accelerated in speed towards Powder Valley. Andre' caught a few choice words from Logan as he buffered his telepathic voice.

"You will never take me back to Hell, Evil One nor will you reach me in time to claim my heir. These things I promise you upon my life." Logan's voice soothed Andre's dark heart, he could already hear the child's telepathic waves entwining with Logan's. Andre' did not respond to Logan's open agression but merely closed his mind.

"In time, My Insatiable Imp, all in due time." Andre' thought to himself as he inserted a CD in the CD player.

Part 34

Saturday Night 7:45 p.m. Powder Valley, Montana


Logan arrived in Powder Valley with Louis in tow. The Valley was filled with the sound of heavy music rolling from numerous speakers scattered throughout a five mile radius. Tonight, Werepeople from around the globe would be present. They had already begin their arrival by the hundreds and the chatter was becoming deafening. The music pumped excitement and anticipation into everyone, they all awaited the arrival of Logan.

Logan descended softly in the shadows of the trees, not desiring to be seen as of yet. He felt a twinge of nervousness as he stared awestruck into the growing crowd of Clans people. Louis stepped brazenly out into the crowd and begin to stroll forward, glancing back to Logan, he winked and knodded his head for Logan to follow. Logan gathered himself and strolled forward, he did not feel he was dressed correctly to present himself to his people but he had to cross the crowd to reach his tent. Instantly, everyone grew silent and still, his towering height, massive size and air of authority gave him away as always. He smiled shyly as the people talked in hushed voices and awestruck stares. Logan was instantly swamped by his council, they were dressed in gloss black leather pants, chains, wrist guantlets and black mesh see through tank shirts. Devlin lead the way as the others assumed their appointed positions creating Logan's defensive stronghold.
Their hair flowed with the wind as they walked, staring left nor right, guardains from the Gates of Hell, dark, mysterious and beautiful.

Logan noticed that Louis and taken a defensive position amongst the others. He walked silently a few paces before him, creating a new inner circle of defense. Logan felt a strange sense of foreboding as he stared at Louis' position of choice. There was to never be an inner circle, it invaded his personal space, breaching his authority. He would speak to Devlin concerning this mistake later. As they broke away from the crowd, leading to his personal tent, Shamunn spoke out.

"We received a message from Andre' tonight. He comes for you, My Lord." Shamunn's eyes reflected his worry and fear.

"How long ago did he send this message?" Logan inquired, striding for his huge Losberger uniflex tent. He caressed his throbbing abdomen gently.

"Maybe an hour or more, I am not sure." Shamunn replied.

"Now that's unusual, YOU, being unsure." Logan gave Shamunn a lopsided smile.

"We have never met your Master, My Lord." Shamunn replied with embarrassment from Logan's open mirth of his doubt and fear.

Logan cut his eyes in Shamunn's direction, his lids lowered dangerously as he frowned deeply.

"One correction, My Old Friend. Andre' is not my Master. But merely a dark part of my tortured past rising up to torture me again." Logan suddenly gripped Shamunn by the throat and lifted him high above him. "Choose your words more carefully next time you speak, for such poor choice of words can make things alittle hard for you, if you do not remember to whom you speak."

Devlin stepped forward and placed his hand on Logan's shoulder gently.

"My Lord, he meant no harm. It's just we do not know what to expect. You are near your time now and any injury could kill you and your heir." Devlin's words were slowly spoken, the others knodded in agreement. Logan lowered Shamunn to his feet, the muscles in his abdomen were tighting and expanding. The dull ache of delivery had begun.

"I am fine, for now. But when Andre' arrives I maybe well into my delivery and this is what he is hoping for that I will be helpless and unaware when the child is born." Logan placed an apologizing finger to Shamunn's round cheek. Shamunn smiled never taking his eyes from Logan's handsome face. "You must be brave for yourselfs and for me also. Be swift in defense and show no fear for he will try and use his powers to make you doubt. But rest assured I will be there to the end at your side and aid. NOTHING will happen to either of you. This I promise." Logan stopped at his tent entrance and hugged each of his henchman. They lingered near the tent long after Logan had disappeared inside. They stared at each other, not saying a word but each one knew in their heart they would give their lives for Logan.

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Logan slithered out of his clothes and strolled to the raised whirlpool tub in the middle of the tent. The scent of sandalwood and cinnamon floated to his nostrils. Slowly he lowered down into the hot water and settled his head against the rim of the tub. He closed his eyes, mentally searching for Louis amongst the crowd and was soon rewarded. Louis walked mesmerized amongst the many canopy's, tasting food, drinks and musing over the entertainment available. Logan smiled at Louis' childlike innocence. No, he would not allow Andre' to harm Louis, not the one creature that gave him unselfish love and asked for nothing in return. Logan knew he had to take the Emerald Fire within himself, freeing Louis of any part or responsibility of the pending situation. The green eyed beauty was an innocent, drawn into a web of power and lust. He deserved more for his troubles than death at the hands of a madmnan.

Logan traced the indentation which separated his abs, it's entire length was nearly swollen now. The child pressed a small hand upward against his finger as if to acknowledge his touch. Logan's heart quicken in pace at the touch, his eyes welled with blood tears as he pondered his situation. He did not want to go back to Hell nor did he want to loose his child's identity to Andre'. Andre' was no one to call father, he possessed a sleazy, evil nature which loved bondage and abuse. Hatred bloomed inside Logan slowly as he remembered the beatings, the cuts, the stiletto, blood, saliva, semen, the fistings, the slave games, the slaps, the hot chains, whips and the piercings.

Logan winced and clenched his fists. he remembered how willing he had been, how foolish he had been to trust his body to a devil of the Dark Arts. The thought of wealth and power seduced him, enticed him into Andre's greedy clutches. He stroked his limp cock on the knob, caressing the golden ball. The piercing had been painless but the clamps Andre' placed over his cock were not. He screwed them as tight as he could, then whipped him across his then tender naked ass with a hot chain. Logan closed his eyes as the vision engulfed him, the pain, how terrible the heat, the throbbing, crushing feeling around his ample cock. The screams of agony, Andre's hellish sexually aroused laughter as he inflicted the punishment. Then the blazing rush of the orgasm, hot, powerful, engulfing his painstricken body. His passionate screams had become legend in Hell. Logan smiled to himself and settled deeper within the hot water, he knew in his heart that he loved every red hot second of the pain and abuse. It was just Andre's relentless drive to make him submissive which caused the hatred. Andre' had taken away his ability to father children with a female, cursing him to sire offspring within himself. Logan remembered he had gone ballistic when Andre' explained to him the accursed ability. The child kicked softly as if to jolt him back to reality. Logan caressed his abdomen soothingly. "Not now, little one." Logan thought, "First, I must find your father-to-be and claim the Emerald Fire. He arose from the tub and toweled himself dry.

Logan flung open his cedar chest and took out a gloss black long sleeve catsuit with a navel lenghth plunging V, gauntlets for his wrist and legs, a Waspie reinforced with a steel inlay to protect him from any blows to his abdomen, and a pair of thigh high bed boots with a 24 kt. gold stiletto heel. He slipped into the cat suit, strapping on the gauntlets and waspie, then slipped the boots on his feet.

Logan stood up and looked himself over in the mirror. Now, he could present himself to his adoring people. He slid his hand own his ample thighs and slapped the leather, sending little shocks of pleasure over his body. His body rippled gently as he felt his temperature rise slightly. His mind blazed clear and focused with enchantings, curses, spells, ancient bindings. He kicked his left leg upward over his head and held it there, allowing the muscles to stretch, then with the grace of a cat, he rotated it to the side and executed a kick to the open air. He repeated the process with his right leg. Raising his left leg again he extended it up the steel beam bracing the tent, he flexed his arm muscles, executing blows of defense. Logan felt his body heating up , a sure sign his powers were homing in, connecting, entwining, enfusing his muscles, creating a body of sinew and steel. He would not need his alter ego tonight hopefully, only if he had to flee for his life would he call forth the transformation.

Logan walked to the entertainment center and clicked the CD player on. The song "Welcome 2 the Party" by Kid Rock blasted out the huge speakers. He slowly begin to move with the beat, caressing his thighs as he strutted across the tent, turning in a perfect circle, he dropped in front of one of the steel beams, licking and kissing it in time with the music. He pushed his erect cock against the beam, grinding as he slithered upward, shaking his thighs as he arose. His passion begin to rise as he stepped away from the beam and gripped his crotch and begin to caress seductively between his legs, sliding them apart smoothly. His hair had grown considerably the pass week, it flowed alluringly pass his shoulders. He brushed it out of his eyes as dropped to the floor of the tent on his back and arched his back deeply as he begin to masturbate through the cat suit. Logan pinched his cock hard, he called out at the pain and moaned deep. Visions of the past flashed before him, sending him into a heated sexual frenzy. He gyrated with the music, slapping his own delectable ass as he envisioned Andre' chaining his hands above his head, caressing scented oil into his tanned skin and then lowering down to take his hot, cock in his wet mouth as he inserted a phallus shaped whip handle inside his tight nether orifice. The memory took his breath away as he was flooded with another. Logan could feel Andre's heated breathe against his abdomen, his cock, his thighs, he could feel the smooth leathery handle of the whip separating his well rounded mounds as Andre' plunged it repeatively inside him as he screamed in ecstacy, begging for more. Then suddenly, Logan heard a sound, a sound so faint that only an immortal could detect. It was the sound of a sharp intake of breath common only to extreme sexual excitement. Logan could smell the scent of sex but it was not his own.

Logan turned his head towards the floor length mirror slowly, his desires raging wildly as the thought of someone watching him. He saw no one from his advantage point on the floor, he arose and walked to the mirror to check his hair length. Every muscle in his body visibly rippled against the tight leather suit. Logan leaned forward and ran his fingers threw his over long bang sweeping it back off his face. Sighing with relief that no one saw him, he turned from the mirror, catching a glimpse of a shadow standing amongst the flowing mesh curtains hanging seductively in the tent.

The figure shimmered and glowed. Golden, seductive and erotically powerful. The air hummed with an electric static. Logan cautiously stepped around towards the figure, two violet blue orbs of cold fire glared into his smoldering brown eyes. Logan frowned, then gasped aloud despite his attempt at self control. There, in his sanctuary, stood the Vampire Lestat!!!.

Part 35

"What the hell are you doing here?" How did you find my sanctuary?" Logan demanded hotly.
Lestat openingly appraised Logan's body, his violet eyes filled with hunger and lust.

"Should I say a little wolf told me." Lestat replied barely above a whisper, he stepped into the light of the candles allowing his vision to travel up and down Logan's muscled frame.

"Beverly. Yes, I should have known she would betray me. I should have killed the bitch the night I made her." Logan replied with contempt lacing his voice.

"You know, I have said the same thing of Louis many times but for some reason I haven't the nerve to do it." Lestat said as he reached for Logan's slim waist. His preternatural senses tingled lustfully, it seemed as if Logan held some dark, deep secret from Lestat that only by touching his body would be revealed. Logan entwined his fingers into Lestat's outstretched slender fingers. Disencouraging farther bodily contact tactfully and stepped back, disentwining his fingers with the movement. Lestat respected the rejection, he dropped his hand to his side but clenched his fist.

"No doubt Marius is here also and his two stooges." Logan said with a snort of humor.

Lestat laughed softly at the remark as he glanced around the huge tent. It was luscious and plush. Pillows of all sizes and shapes were thrown about. Linen and lace sheeting, feather bedding, mesh white netting entwined and shrouded the open spaces seductively. There was no sign of a bed but Lestat knew that the feather bedding area heavily shrouded in a hanging mesh canopy was for resting and other delectable pleasures. The entire tent evoked unbridled desires and dark seductive love making through Lestat's mind. It was a sexual trap, a passion den, a courtesan's playpen.

"I have a proposal for you Logan." Lestat said as he walked over to the vanity and picked up a pair of handcuffs.

"And what might that be?" Logan replied suspicion tainting his voice. He eyed Lestat cautiously.

"Removing your spell from Louis and giving him rightfully back to me, I would have left you in peace. Now, as for Marius and his dilemma, I have been told you have done this act of treachery once before, giving me more than enough reason to haul you back to hell without any regrets but for Beverly's sake, I will give you a choice. Release both Ashante' and Louis for your freedom or prepare to be defeated this night. I mean to play no more games Logan." Lestat stared in the mirror, his eyes transfixed on Logan's haunting reflection. The young Titan caressed his abdomen gently. Lestat noticed the constant frown above his brow as if he was in pain or discomfort. Lestat turned to face Logan, he awaited his answer.

"I will release them to you under one condition." Logan replied, he carefully chose his words now, hopeful he could weave a web of confidence and possible alliance with the Blonde Prince.

"And what might that maybe?" Lestat replied, he pulled the Gold Rings from his coat, the chains tinkled and clanked together, releasing a vibrating chime. He meant for this renegade Wolfman to understand that all hands of this game had been played and there would be few or no compromises. Logan quickly stepped back at the sight of the restraints, readying himself to fight if need be. Lestat smiled and touched the three rings together causing them to hum and vibrate loudly.

"Now, what one condition?" Lestat asked again, circling Logan slowly. Logan remained still, he lowered his chin downward, causing his bang to cascade over his eyes.

"Brush that fucking hair from your eyes, I want to see them at all times." Lestat commanded heatedly. Logan obeyed and begin to speak.

"There is one by the name of Andre', the Supreme Warlock of Hell, who seeks my capture also. He wishes to return me to Hell and claim my only heir as his own. I need you to form an alliance with me this night, help me fight him and defeat him or if victory is lost to me then wing me away to safety, to a place of sanctuary and I will give you Ashante' and Louis."

Lestat did not answer, he pondered the request. Logan mistook Lestat's silence as pending a refusal. He pressed on, speaking things from his heart, things which he knew should not be said.

"You have been to Hell and know of what I speak. The pain, heat , the smell, the loneliness. Do you wish to leave all you strived to build, to give up being touched, kissed, loved? Tell me Vampire, do you know what it feels to be a..........father? To release your first born to a madman to become his disciple?" Logan openly begin to weep, he felt lost, defeated. The blood tears flowed from his eyes as he stretched both his wrist to Lestat.

"Chain me, bind me, lead me as a lamb to the slaughter but do not let him touch my child. Yes, I will give you both your precious lovers but in return you MUST promise me sanctuary."

Lestat stepped forward and stared silently into Logan's eyes. A blood tear welled up and trickled down his cheek. Lestat leaned forward and tenderly took Logan in his arms and begin to lick his blood stained cheeks. Never had Lestat witnessed such a plea from someone so powerful. Lestat's heart drummed loudly in his ears as he felt Logan lean into his lithe body, his powerful fingers caressing his now erect cock through his pants. Lestat felt his resistance weakening. "SHIT!!" Lestat cursed to himself.

" I will accept your conditions under the possibility of you being a man of honor. But I warn you Logan, you betray me this night and I swear upon my immortal soul I will hunt you and your Clan down and kill each of you one by one. " Lestat pressed Logan's palm against his full, heated lips and kissed it, staring into his smoldering eyes. Lestat felt a twisted obsessive jealousy towards Logan growing in his heart. He recalled how much he desired him when in Hell, how he dismissed the vision of Logan in human form as a heated delusion.

"Fair enough Vampire. You will not regret your choice." Logan replied.

"I am sure I will not." Lestat said as he draped his arms around Logan's waist and pressed his body full length against him. Their eyes met again, Lestat could feel the soft undulations of Logan's heated muscles, the throbbing erotic heat. Lestat's violet eyes misted over as he felt Logan grind gently against him.

"How about giving me a private show more revealing after all this is over?" Lestat murmured seductively into Logan's ear.

"I believe that is not part of our conditions agreed upon but......." Logan allowed his words to trail off as he slid his fingers around the nape of Lestat's neck and teasingly licked his full lips and squeezed his crotch. Lestat felt his already erect cock grow even harder at Logan's touch despite his efforts of self control. Logan surpressed a soft chuckle of delight as he released Lestat and swaggered out
the tent.

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Logan begin to stroll through the crowd, Devlin stepped out of the darkness and touched his arm.

"Any sign of the Hell Spawn, My Lord?" Devlin questioned, his dark eyes flashing left to right, searching the crowd.

"He's here, my friend. He has been here for quite sometime now." Logan replied flatly, the corners of his full lips drooped distastefully.

"Have you seen him?" Devlin inquired with a serious frown across his brow.

"No, not yet but I can feel his presence. Every part of my body can feel his evil essence. He will not show himself until he is sure I am in labor and can not defend myself." Logan buckled over as a searing pain shot threw his insides. The child had turned now, positioning itself for birth. He lost his balance and instantly his henchman were there, bracing him from the inevitable fall. Logan gathered his composure, panting quickly to dispell the pain. They held onto him until he knodded he was okay. They regained their protective patrol again, Logan in the center. Logan eyed the beautiful women walking about, he appraised their succulent bodies as they brazenly touched him reaching pass his henchmen. "A fine time to be near delivery" Logan thought disappointed, "No fucking tonight."

Part 35b

Andre' made his presence known as he walked through the crowd, his very presence demanding the crowd to draw away from him. Lestat stepped out of the shadows, only feet away from Logan and his Council. Devlin spun around to strike out but Logan quickly deflected the blow from Lestat. He shoved Devlin gently back.

"He is here to help us, Devlin." Logan said staring at each one of his faithfuls. "Help him, fight with him, do whatever he tells you but do not betray him. I command this of each of you." They stared from Logan to Lestat then back to the towering Hell Spawn as he neared them. They knodded in agreement as they adjusted their wrist gauntlets. The show was about to begin and there was no turning back.

Lestat looped his arm around Logan's waist protectively as Andre' neared, his eyes caught the protective measure. He smiled wickedly at Lestat. His deep blue eyes were cold orbs of fiery ice, filled with an evil burning light. Lestat could smell the stench of Hell drifting from him. The child stirred beneath Lestat's cool touch and pressed outward, Lestat flinched and stared at the back of Logan's head. "What the hell...." Lestat thought frowning as the movement rippled against his fingers. Logan pressed his hand against Lestat's for reassurance. Lestat whispered to Logan gently. "I am here for you Mighty one, Always."

Lestat glared nonchalant at Andre' as he stepped before Logan. He towered over Logan by a cool two feet or more and he was MASSIVE. Lestat winced and shook his head disapprovingly as Andre' reached for Logan's hand.

"Do you want this to end quietly or shall we roll the dice and see where they fall." Andre' said to Logan, his voice deep and demanding. "And who is this young pup and why does he hold you so?"

"I have no reason to explain anything to you Andre'. You have nothing here so why not leave us in peace or rather join the festivities, help welcome me back to my People." Logan replied, thinking it wise to reason with the towering madman first before resulting to drastic measures.

"Your people? You mean MY people insatiable one. I created you which gives me exclusive power over you and whatever you have or will gain. Now, step away from that creature of the night before I loose my temper." Andre' replied hotly, his massive body shivered with animal longing to hold Logan, to feel his warm, yeilding flesh.

Lestat read Andre's mind stealthly, and chuckled deep within his chest. "So, this is Logan's lover!" Lestat thought to himself.

"Come and take him from me Evil One!" Lestat shot back. He wanted action and was prepared to stoke the flames if possible. Logan whirled free of Lestat's protective grasp and stared into his violet blue eyes.

"Are you crazy!!" Logan screamed at Lestat, his voice vibrated across the valley. "You promised me you would help me, not sign my death warrant!!!!"

Lestat shoved pass Logan gently, his eyes fixed on Andre', laughing softly as he approached the raging Warlock.

"Look at him Logan, he's like a dog in rut for you. Killing you is the last thing on his perverted mind. Look at how he shivers and quake, he wants you with a quickness, my sweet friend." Lestat replied sarcastically as he stepped up to Andre' and stared upward into his fiery eyes. They stood chest to chest, neither adversary blinked.

"If you want him Old Coon, then you will have to come threw me and believe me, I do not have anything to loose at this moment, so roll those dice." Lestat seethed threw clenched teeth.

"You talk a mean game Vampire but can you walk the walk?" Andre' replied his breathe hot against Lestat's face, steam gushed from his mouth each word he spoke. Lestat could smell the hot, burning essence pouring from within the Warlocks bowels. This man was straight from Hell and it was going to take an Angel from heaven to bind him.

"I have been walking this walk for centuries and never have I regretted ANYTHING!!!" Lestat replied stepping closer, pressing his chest against the Warlock agressively, they stared each other down, not blinking or saying a word. Andre's madness deepened each passing second as he came to understand that Lestat meant not to back down. Andre' drew his lips back across his four huge, razor sharp canines, spittle dropped onto Lestat's face. Lestat stood still as death as he drew back his lips exposing his long, sharp fang teeth.

Logan felt his heart swell for Lestat. He stared from Andre' to Lestat. Never had he witnessed anyone who would dare stand up to Andre' in such a way. A golden halo seemed to vibrate around Lestat as he stood there before Hell's Supreme minion. Logan drank in Lestat's pure vampire form for the first time. The Blonde Vampire's body was well proportioned to his height, he was lithe but massive in his own right, his chest was broad and chiseled pressing against the tight shirt he wore beneath his long, black overcoat, his golden hair shimmered as he stood there ferocious and protective as a roaring lion.

Logan caressed his thighs and licked his burgundy red lips, he was hot, thristy and feeling queasy. The child pressed downward again, Logan's insides felt as if they were being stretched apart, ripped. Andre' drew away from Lestat as he caught the seductive movement from Logan.

"Why do you play this game, young one? Do you know I will kill all you love to have you for my own again. Why have you lead these foolish pups to their demise?" Andre' moved towards Logan, Lestat blocked his path. Logan's Council fanned out, forming a circle around the huge Warlock. Andre' glanced to each of the Council, their eyes burned with a dark, trancelike fire. Andre' licked across his lips and laughed aloud.

"Tell them Logan, how I can eat them whole night after night. How I would fill every dark void of Hell with their cries of passion and heat. Have you told them of how I captured your hot, sweet juices every night in my golden chalice and drank your sexual essence until I would become drunk. Your heat, your cries of passion as I sank my fingers deep inside your ass until you would scream for me to stop then beg for me to do it again. I'd fist fuck you, then stab you repeatively in the abdomen with my stiletto until the pain drove you to a bone crushing orgasm. Tell them, Logan how you would beg for torture, then suck my huge cock hungrily and drink down my steaming hot cum, how you would take it in the face, on your chest and caress it , smooth it all over your heated body as I rammed my whip handle up your ripe ass. I was the center of your universe then and you were my very reason for living, breathing. It does not have to end this way." Andre's eyes misted over as he stared at Logan as if no one else stood there but just the two of them. "I love you, Logan. You bewitched me, cursed me, damned ME!!! And I will destroy you before I let you walk away from me again this night!!!!"

"Then so be it, Evil One. By your own words you have signed your own fate. He will walk away from you this night and what a walk it shall be. Right into the waiting arms of the Vampire Lestat!!!!" Lestat spoke clear and measured every word.

Andre' drew back and stared Lestat straight in the eyes.

"It is YOU!!! The one who refused the gifts of Hell. The bloodsucking Vermin who tore down the reserves of the Mighty Memnoch, the one who drank from the Saints of Heaven. You are a legend in Hell, my friend and a worthy opponent to fight for my Beloved Renegade. But I grow tired of this prattle and my desires are greater than my reasoning." Andre' suddenly strided possessively forward, his towering height and fierce countenance caused the others to stagger back. Logan stepped forward quickly into Andre's grasp. He closed his eyes as Andre' drew him up to his monsterous body. Blood sweat beaded upon Logan's tortured body instantly.

"What manner of spell is this!" Andre' asked Logan as he eyed his blood drenched skin. He licked Logan's face and throat as he silently moaned and whimpered with growing desire. Andre' stared into logan's handsome face silently. His desires cresting and crashing together. The sky rumbled overhead as he traced the swollen indentation separating Logan's abs.

"Do you hear the Spirit of Thunder, Logan. How he speaks to us through a rumble, for he knows we should be together, it is the only way for you, Mighty One. Let me give you what only I know you need. Let me make love to you this night, end your struggle for freedom. You know within yourself there is no freedom for a prisoner to pain, passion, lust. Come with me, let me be the father to your heir. I created you for myself, not to roam the world searching for glory and as you call.....destiny." Andre' cooed to Logan gently as he caressed his thighs and manipulated his limp organ erect. Logan raised upward in Andre's massive arms, hot , fevered and lustful, his eyes glazed and misty, as if he were under a trance. Logan moaned softly as he arched his back and pressed his heated cock against Andre's massive member.

Andre' smiled victoriously as he held Logan in his arms, he begin to rise from the ground slowly, preparing for flight. Lestat flew into action.

"You will need the Spirit of Recovery if you try and take him from here, Warlock!!!!"
Lestat shouted as he slammed into Andre' full force.

Part 35c

Lestat flew into Andre as a battering ram. Andre' lost his grip and Logan begin to fall. Sammy and Dewitt flew upward, catching Logan in mid air. They lowered him gently to the ground. Lestat and Andre' tumbled from the air and landed hard on the ground. They went into a roll as each man battled for control. Andre' touched Lestat and an electric shock flew threw him, sending Lestat crashing into the canopies of food and drinks. The people screamed and ran for safety. Andre' regained his balance, his eyes blazing blue fire as he scanned for Logan. Logan shoved the others away as he readied himself for battle.

"Go to Lestat, help him. I will take care of Andre'." Logan shouted over the rising wind. He knew Andre' was preparing to bring Hell on earth if he could.

"But My Lord, your child..." Devlin shouted but Logan had already disappeared into the darkness. Devlin gestured for the others to follow him to Lestat.

Lestat arose, shaking his head. He felt Devlin's comforting touch as he helped him stand.

"Are you alright....Lestat?" Devlin asked the Blonde Prince. Unsure of Lestat's reaction to him becoming so personal. Lestat smiled at Devlin and patted him on the shoulder.

"I am fine except for my pride. Where is your Leader?" Lestat asked glancing around for Logan.

"He has gone to deal with Andre' on his own. We must protect him from injury at all cost, be it if it means we loose our lives. Come!" Devlin begin to sprint at a preternatural speed, followed by the others. Lestat took to the air.

Upon arrival on the scene Lestat saw first hand why Logan had risen to the status of power as Supreme leader of the Dark Reicht. Logan's swift blows of defense were sharp and accurate, he executed powerful blows to the Hell Spawn which sent him reeling after each contact. Never slacking or increasing in speed of deliverance Logan fought as a Knight in armour, a Prince of Valor. The young Titan kicked, slapped , punched, and fisted his way into Lestat's heart. "My God!!" Lestat thought as he watched in amazement as Logan called forth the Spirit of Fire and Steel. He rotated his wrist with blinding speed, sending forth whirling steel blades, they cut threw the atmosphere with the sound of a primal scream , clapping his hands together and striking the earth, The Spirit of Fire burst from the earth, rumbling green liquid fire, exploding towards Andre'. The crazed Warlock met his renegade lover's defenses with his massive size and Hellish fury. Andre' countered the blades as he absorbed the liquid fire.

Andre' silently commanded the Spirit of Hell to arise. The earth rumbled and split open as molten lava gushed upward, crawling across the earth as a giant hand, searching, reaching for flesh of the living to devour and destroy. The evil matter screamed as a banshee as it rushed for Logan. Logan raised his hands and flexed his mind, a blast of wind blew threw the valley as a rumble was heard, then high above the trees rose two twin towers of water over thirty feet high. From his advantage point in the night sky Lestat could see where the towers of water came from. Logan had commanded the entire river which flowed through Powder Valley to his aid. Lestat flew down to the earth, shaken and dumbfound. " What manner of creature could have such power and still live upon the earth?" Lestat questioned silently.

Logan flew forward as the towers of water roared and raged around him. It flowed with the wind, never touching the ground as it slammed into the hot lava causing it to condense to rock suddenly and explode. Logan flexed his palms forward then reversed them backwards commanding the water to return to the riverbed. He flew a few feet before Andre' and descended gently. Andre's eyes flashed blue and white fire towards Logan as he walked forward, Logan flipped backwards several times and shot forward, holding his hands before him as a shield he flew straight for Andre'. The fire bounced off his palms in a spiral motion, richoceting left and right. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and the night air burned from the heat.

Lestat flew into Andre' now, it was time to weaken the Old Coon down. Lestat unholstered the double- barreled pump shotgun and blasted into Andre' as he flew headlong towards him. The blasts hit Andre' direct in the middle of his chest. He reeled backwards after each blast, staggering. Lestat delivered a kick to his face as he flew over him. The Warlock fell to the ground and rolled immediatley upright. His canines bared, dripping froth and saliva, he shot up into the air, slamming into Lestat, he clutched his throat and suddenly bit down into Lestat's neck. He shook his head as a mad dog, trying to rip open the preternatural flesh. Lestat screamed in pain as he struggled to free himself of the raging Warlock. Lestat heard a cry from far away, it drew nearer. The cry turned into a Hellish primal scream as it drew nearer. Then suddenly Andre' was hit by a bolt of Emerald Lightning. The Warlock released a scream as if of death. He released Lestat an plummeted to the earth.

Lestat flew downward, holding his wounded neck as he searched for the being which saved his life. Lestat's heart nearly stopped as he saw Louis standing next to Andre's fallen body. Louis glowed and shimmered from within of an unholy emerald light. Andre' arose from the ground, his eyes now glowing white with madness. He reached inside his jacket and withdrew a three ring restraint made of Gold and hurled them at Louis. Logan appeared suddenly and struck them aside.

"Come and fight as a man Andre'. You do not need to bind him to be victorious. If I am yours, you will win and if I am not........." Logan laughed as a demon from hell. His canines dripped of spittle as he threw his head back and begin to speak in Romanian. The sky rumbled, lightning flashed and a low distant rumble could be heard. The smell of sulfur grew almost unbearable as it assailed the valley. Logan threw back his head once again and released a howl which shook the entire valley. From the distance, his call was answered by the howls of thousands, by the howls of his minions.

"Behold Warlock, the power and might of the Dark Reicht." Logan begin to chant in Romanian as he kneeled to the earth and kissed it. They raced to his aid now, muzzles frothing, canines bared, claws tearing the earth as they ran in unison as thunder. The minions bore down on the valley with preternatural speed.

Andre' flew into a blind rage of evil. His jealousy, desire, rejection, and hellish hatred became one as he attacked. Lestat and Logan met him head on. They fought as men gone mad, Lestat struck low as Logan struck high. They counter attacked Andre' as Logan's Council joined in. The Warlock struck Devlin in the chest, crushing his rib cage instantly. Devlin flew back, gasping for breath as he transformed. He tore into Andre' cutting, clawing, biting viciously. Andre' focused and flexed his mind, he begin to glow , then a blinding bluish white light shot forward and hit each man, sending him flying threw the air. Louis stepped forward and met Andre' head on, they battled each other with lightning and forces of the wind. Lestat regained his composure and gtitted his teeth. He looked to Logan and his Council. "Let's do this!!" He shouted above the wind. All ten young predators flew into action. Like heat seeking missiles they hurled themselves at the Warlock with blinding speed, they exploded against Andre's massive body in unison from ten individual points. The Warlock growled and fell to his knees, blood trickled from his lips. Logan flipped smoothly threw the air and kicked the fallen Hell Spawn across the face, cutting a wide gash into his cheek. Andre' slumped forward and fell face down.

"Go back to Hell from which you came Warlock. You are not wanted here. You have nothing here to gain but your death. Please leave us in peace." Logan spoke suddenly with tenderness, gone, the smoldering eyes and hatred. Now replaced by sympathy and sorrow. Logan stepped forward over Andre' and kneeled down, he hesitated to touch him, then he tenderly placed his hand upon Andre' massive black curls. Logan leaned forward and kissed Andre's curls. Lestat watched Andre's body keenly, Yes! his fingers moved and sank into the earth, digging as claws. Lestat bolted forward, calling Logan's name. Logan stood up quickly whirling in Lestat's direction. Andre rose from the ground now behind Logan, a towering frothing massive werewolf. He shook his massive humped back and crouched low, his eyes glowed red as hot coals. Before Lestat could reach Logan, Andre' swiftly grabbed Logan around the waist. Logan spun around to face his assailant and released a scream of horror. Andre' jerked Logan's body to his massive chest and slammed a huge fist against the earth and howled. The sound shattered windows, glass, the speakers burst, tents exploded as well as cars, canopies ignited into blazing infernos as the heat from his hot steaming breathe swept across the valley as a roaring huricane. Singeing trees, the grass, the mountain side glowed hot from the heated blast.

Lestat, Louis and the Council all arose from the ground now. Andre' had disappeared with Logan. He finally had him in his grasp. The Council looked to Lestat. Lestat knodded his head and smiled wickedly as he unholstered his 9mms.
"Let's go find Logan."

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Andre' held Logan in his massive clawed hands. He tore away the waspie with a crooked nail and traced the swollen indentation again. Logan bore down and screamed, the child was now ready to be born. Andre' tore the catsuit from Logan's body, tossing it and the boots out the tent entrance. He lowered Logan down onto the feather bedding gently. Logan's minions prowled about the tent, growling and defenseless. They did no want to risk his death by a hasty attack. They waited for his silent command. The massive werewolf stared at Logan's rippling abdomen, awaiting the precise moment to induce his DNA into the child. Logan held back as the child fought to be born, to be free.

"No!!!" Logan screamed between gasps and tears. "No!! My God!! Lestat, HELP ME!!!"

Andre' raised a clawed hand above Logan's abdomen, Logan gasped and released his self restraint and the child immediately descended closer to birth. Logan closed his eyes and pushed, the child wiggled and stretched out it's full length and stopped.

"SHIT!!!" Logan screamed in anger and pain. "Get this child out of me!" He gritted his teeth and arched his back, pushing forcibly. Andre' leaned forward and kissed Logan's abdomen, his soft curls spilled across his handsome face.

"Do not force the child Logan. Be patient, it will be over soon enough." Andre' dabbed Logan's forehead with a damp clothe. Logan cursed in Romanian repeatively. Andre' held his head up and gave him water to drink.

"My insides are shredded, torn to pieces. The little imp hates me." Logan wept softly as he ranted on hysterically. "Help me Andre'. Take the child from me, do it now! Take it to Hell. I hope you both rot there!!!" Andre' laughed gently as Logan raised up and slapped him across the face.

"I wish you would die! I wish the whole damn world would just explode!" Logan ranted. "Then the pain would stop and this damn Hell Spawn would be free from my bowels. Fuck you Andre'! I swear I'm going to kill you for this!!! Logan glared at Andre' with cold contempt.

"That is, if I do not kill him first." Lestat replied as he stepped into the tent. "Impressive exit back there Old One. You nearly had me scared." Lestat beckoned with one of the 9mm's for Andre' to move away from Logan.

Andre arose and stepped back reluctantly several feet, his eyes ablaze with cold hatred.

Lestat gathered Logan up in his arms with the bedding, Andre' shot forward quick as lightning, just as he was near pouncing upon Lestat, Logan released a silent command to his minions. They tore into the tent and dived upon Andre' ferociously. They tore, slashed, clawed. Blood ran as a river from Andre'. He transformed and begin to fight as a wild animal. Lestat whirled around and witnessed in horror the vicious power of the Dark Reicht. The minions tore away Andre's hide and flesh piece by piece, gore hung from their frothing muzzles. One minion knawed hungrily upon one of Andre's severed hands.

Lestat flew upward, ripping threw the tent, bursting into the hot, fevered night.

"Do not look back Lestat" Logan said gently between laboured breathes.

Lestat caught a telepathic message from Marius as he flew high above the mountains.

"Is it finished?" Marius asked.

"Yes, Old Man...it is finished. Met us on the prairie at the bottom of the mountain on the Northern Plain." Lestat replied.

"I will be there when you arrive." Marius replied with assurance and was gone.

Part 35d

THE BIRTH OF MEGALE


Lestat gently landed upon the plain. The minions who possessed the rank as Royal guards immediately surrounded him and Logan. One of the bigger wolves trotted forward and laid down on it's paws while two others aligned themselves on both side, leaving a perfect blocked space to lay Logan's body. Lestat positioned Logan's head against the wolf lying down as a cushion of support. The two other wolves moved to tighten the security. They stared at lestat and whined, worry clouded their hellish eyes.

Lestat pulled the linen sheeting down to Logan's abdomen. He traced the swollen indentation with his index finger, it throbbed gently beneath his touch, then suddenly as if a camera flashed in his eyes, LESTAT SAW THE SMALL CHILD DESCENDING DOWNWARD, it's head tucked securely inward as the rest of it's tiny body. Lestat suddenly felt out of place, as if part of him had been ripped away, torn out. Logan arched his back deeply and caressed his undulating abdomen. He growled low and in anguish as he stared at Lestat thru half closed lids. He smiled smugly and winced with pain.

"It is done, My Sweet Prince of the Night." Logan said barely above a whisper.

"What?" Lestat asked absently. The smell of blood taunted his senses. He positioned himself between Logan's long legs and begin to lick the blood sweat gently from his chest and abdomen. Logan's growls slowly turned to a low, soulfull wail. Lestat traveled lower, nibbling at the top of Logan's pubic line. The flesh had begin to separate there, creating an opening for the birth of the child. Lestat probed his hungry tongue inside the opening as the blood flowed freely. Logan entwined his fingers in lestat's mane of golden hair as he relaxed into the licks, sucks and probes of lestat's skillful tongue and lips. the opening suddenly expanded, Logan pushed gently as he released a low cry of relief as the child's head pushed free. A downe of soft blonde hair covered the childs head, it broke free from it's prison and slid into Lestat's waiting hands.

Innocent violet blue eyes stared back at Lestat. The blonde curls fell in huge ringlets around the childs angelic features. It was as if lestat held a mirror, staring at his reflection. the child wrinkled it's nose, smiled unsurely then broke into a tiny, whining wail. Marius stepped up and stood over Lestat and kneeled down beside him, his mouth agape at what he saw.

Logan caressed and patted his minions as he watched Lestat's reaction to his new son. Logan felt as if he had swam the Red Sea in its entirety. He nestled back against the bedding and his Royal Guard.

"You have a son now, Vampire. A heir to your legacy." Logan said quietly. He felt his old sense of peace returning but it now flickered with a new hope.

Lestat craddled the child gently. His eyes welled with blood tears as he kissed the childs round cheeks and small fingers. The child touched Lestat's face gently as he kissed him as if to return the love he received. Marius held the childs small fingers and pondered silently.

"What do you request of me, Mighty One? Ask anything you desire." Lestat said to Logan, his eyes never leaving the childs face.

"I request nothing more than an alliance of peace between my Clan and your Coven. To render support to each other when in need or danger. this I ask only for the sake of our son." Logan replied lazily. Lestat arose and placed the small child upon Logan's heaving chest and sat down beside him, the minions moved over and adjusted the distance for Lestat.

"I suppose all the pain was worth this small bundle of joy and beauty." Logan said with a loving smile.

Lestat leaned towards Logan and whispered gently, "It was worth it to me."

The child squirmed uncomfortably and begin to kick frantically, clenching small fists it broke into a heart weakening cry. Logan scooped the little Lestat up, craddling him in his arms. The child stared spellbound into logan's misty eyes, his little mouth open slightly.

"What will you name him?" Marius asked, finally finding his voice.

"Megale. I think it suits him." Logan replied lifting the child to one of his erect nipples. The child latched onto the deep red nipple and buried his little face from view as he suckled.

Lestat arose and begin to walk away. Logan's attention remained focused on the child as he spoke aloud.

"Where are you going Vampire?" Logan asked Lestat.

Lestat stopped and glanced over his shoulder, a mischeviuos smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"To Hell if I don't change my ways." Lestat replied and with this said Lestat took to the early morning sky. Megale now had become his single passion for living and of course Louis, his lover for all eternity. But now a new name burned within his heart. A name which struck fear in the hearts of all vampires when mentioned. Logan. Logan Bradley. Lestat smiled and repeated that name aloud as he flew higher.

"Logan, Logan Bradley. My friend you have captured my heart and soul."

END