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The Offer
By trancer


Krista slept in the nude. A curious habit for a soldier, Chase decided while she circled about the bed, viewing the sleeping woman from every angle possible. She knew Marcus would kill her if he knew she was there. But, she wanted to know, had to know what Marcus saw in the woman.

"She looks like a giant hor d'oeuvre," Chase whispered, licking her lips at supple curves and soft skin covered in a sheen of sweat as Krista twitched and shivered from her nightmare. Newborns always had nightmares.

Slowly, Chase crawled onto the bed, knees on the outside of Krista's ankles. She leaned down low, ran her tongue up a sweaty thigh for a reaction. Krista barely moved, just twitched slightly then exhaled a soft whimpering sigh. Chase's lips curled into a smile, watching the rise and fall of Krista's chest. The beads of sweat that shimmered on her breasts like gold dust, the hard candy of already erect nipples begging to be sucked and bitten.

Chase continued her slow ascent up Krista's body. Drew her tongue across the plain of Krista's stomach, felt Krista's muscles shudder and twitch beneath her tongue. Upwards she continued, over a breast, lingering long enough to tease a nipple and hear Krista whimper again, over her collar bone. Chase quelled the urge to sink her teeth into Krista's neck as she felt the pulse beat rapidly underneath her tongue.

Finally, Krista stirred from her slumber, cognitive enough to separate what was real and what was a dream. Her eyes snapped open just as strong hands grasped around her wrists. "Chase?"

"Shh," she cooed into Krista's ear. "You were having a nightmare."

"Still am," Krista grunted.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Krista," she ran her tongue up Krista's ear, felt the shiver run down Krista's spine. "Unless you're into that sort of thing." And it was Chase's turn to shiver, wondering, hoping the answer was 'yes'.

Krista tried a different angle. "Does Marcus know you're here?"

"A ménage a trois?" Chase giggled. "Why Krista, I didn't know you had it in you."

"You disgust me."

"Do I?" Chase raised an eyebrow before running her nose across Krista's jawline. "Your scent says otherwise."

"Again, this is me with the disgust."

"Change of tactics," Chase pouted slightly before releasing her grip on Krista's wrists and rising onto her knees. Slowly, she began unbuttoning her shirt. She watched Krista's eyes as they followed Chase's fingers.

"Chase," Krista growled weakly, unable to stop her tongue from licking her lips.

"Krista," Chase answered, her hands reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

"What are you doing?"

"You're really that dense, aren't you?" Chase dangled the bra from her fingertips before dropping it onto the floor. She brought her hands to her breasts, began massaging and caressing them. "I have an offer."

"Not interested."

"Really?" Chase smiled. "From the looks of it," she removed her hands from her breasts, leaning down and planting them on either side of Krista's sides, "you're very, very interested."

Chase began rolling her hips, grinding against Krista's stomach. Until Krista could feel that aside from the skirt, Chase wasn't wearing anything else. Slick and wet and grinding against her, pushing every single one of Krista's buttons. The ones she tried to keep hidden but, like a teenager overflowing with hormones, could no longer quite control.

Couldn't quite control because she was no longer human. No matter how much she fought, ignored or denied it, it bubbled within her, hunger and rage and desire, twisting, turning into one uncontrollable urge. The urge to hunt, feed, fuck. Her fangs extended as the feral growl erupted from her throat. She whipped her hands around Chase's waist, pushing with her hips and turning them over. She grasped Chase's wrists, pinning her to the bed.

"What do you want with me?" Krista gasped and growled while her hips repeated the same churning motion. This time Krista driving into Chase.

"Like I said," Chase panted, opening her legs wider and curling her hips. "I have an offer for you."

"What offer?"

Her mouth spread into a toothy grin and Krista watched as Chase's fangs extended and the smile widened. Krista shivered wondering if it were possible to want something she hated so much.

"Give me what I want," Chase purred. "And I'll give you what you want."

"And what is it that I want?"

"To kill Marcus."

Krista stilled her motions. "I can do that on my own."

"Can you?" Chase tilted her head upwards, planted her lips on the apex of Krista's jaw, nicking the skin with her teeth and the scent of blood filled the air. "He's in your blood, Krista. Your strong, but not that strong. Seventy years later and no matter how much I want to kill him, Frederick still lives."

Krista shuddered again. The wound was deep but, already, it was beginning to close. Still, the scent of blood in the air was rich and heady like the strongest opiate ever made. She could feel her control fading, her… urges rising within her. "Why?" She croaked weakly.

"Why?" Chase wrapped her legs around Krista's waist, squeezed and writhed until Krista groaned and she felt the familiar pump of Krista's hips. "Because I can. Because I've seen the folly in his plans and his inability to not recognize it. Because I've been by his side since before you were born and I don't like being tossed aside for the first tart who resembles his dear, dead wife." She ran her tongue across the now closed wound, licking away the remaining blood. "Why, dear Krista. Because I want to. Because I want to see the look in his eyes when he realizes he fucked over the wrong woman."

Krista was sweating now. She heard Chase's words but didn't. Between the friction, the heat, the desire and her need to control it, Chase's words were nothing more than a faint signal in a static of white noise. She didn't realize she was on her back until she felt Chase's hand slide between her legs. And Krista grasped at the last shred of control she had left.

"What do I get out of this?"

"You mean aside from the obvious?" She dipped a finger inside of Krista, waited as the ragged moan purred from Krista's throat. "You get the cure."

Krista's eyes snapped open, the fog lifted. And Chase thrust two fingers deeply inside of her and the moan turned to a heated cry. "Fuck!" She grunted, riding the wave of shivers cascading across her skin. "There's a cure?"

"There's been a cure for over six hundred years. It can just as easily kill you as cure you. At the time, it was the Purebloods way of keeping the Infected in check, just in case their numbers grew too large."

"And you'll give it to me?"

"Oh Krista, I can give you lots of things. All you have to do is say 'yes'."

"Yes," she blurted immediately.

"You'll give yourself to me, fully and completely?" Chase's eyes darkened as the Cheshire cat grin returned to her lips. She removed her fingers leaving just the barest hint of contact, until Krista was writhing beneath her. "Without reservation, without pause?"

The static grew louder. The urges became wants until Krista was nothing more than a live wire desperate for contact. Everything she wanted pulsated within her to a desperate, aching want - she wanted to be human, she wanted Marcus dead, she wanted Chase to continue doing that thing with her fingers.

"Yes, for cripe's sake!"

"Say it. Say you give yourself to me."

"I give myself to you."

Triumphant, Chase's smile widened. She thrust her fingers again, deeply and hurriedly. She pressed her body against Krista's, slip-sliding against each other in a frenzied rhythm.

Krista thread her fingers into Chase's hair, gripping it tight as she brought their mouths together. Panting, whimpering, moaning into Chase's mouth and Chase tasted exactly as Krista thought she would - wet and warm with a tinge of blood.

Then, she pulled their lips apart. Head snapping back as the coiling tension built within her. Cried out as Chase's teeth sank into her neck and the aching need exploded into release. Stars formed in her vision as the orgasm ripped through her. Then, an inky blackness pooled into the corners of her eyes. A trickle of cognitive thought wormed its way into her conscious. Between the two of them, it had been Chase who'd lost control and now Chase was taking too much.

"Chase," she croaked. Weakly, she pressed against Chase's shoulders, her strength lost. Chase shouldered the hands away, growling and sinking her teeth deeper and Krista could only gasp as another shudder rippled down her spine.

She'd been a fool, again. She'd believed Chase's words, fallen for her seduction, given in to her urges. And, as the inky blackness clouded over her eyes, Krista realized the price for giving in was her life.

Charlotte delicately poured the tea into the cup, then handed it to Chase. She took her own cup and brought it to her lips. "Is it done?"

"Yes," Chase gazed at the girl over the lip.

"Good. So our plans are back on track."

"Marcus is having another snit," Chase chuckled softly. "But he'll get over it."

"But not too soon. We want him distracted."

"Of course."

Charlotte set her cup onto the table. "And are you?"



"If you're questioning my resolve, I can assure you, Krista's dead. Died with a smile on her face but dead nevertheless."

"Good," Charlotte casually lifted up an arm. In an instant, Lurch was at her side, lifting her into his arms. "Our plans are too important for distractions. And I'd hate for you to get," she paused, her face a stony mask. "Distracted."

Krista's eyes snapped open. She jerked upwards into a seated position. She was in a bed, but not the one she fell asleep in. She was also naked.. Again.

And she wasn't alone.

Chase rolled over, arms stretching over her head as she yawned. Krista realized she wasn't the only one naked in a bed. "I thought you'd sleep forever."

"Where are we?"

"In bed," Chase grinned then rolled her eyes at Krista's less than amused reaction. "Don't worry, you're safe."

"You killed me."

"Yes," she rose onto her elbows. "I did. Then dumped your body in the river."




"Marcus thinks it was a retaliatory strike by the Armayans and now all the Chthons are readying themselves for a clan war," she ran a finger along Krista's bicep. "All thanks to you. And once Marcus is nice and.. distracted, we'll strike."

Krista ran a nervous hand through her hair. "I thought.."

"What? That I'd betrayed you. Unlike some people," her eyes drifted away, lips curling into a sneer. "I don't break my word. I gave you an offer. You kept your end of the bargain. And I'm going to keep mine."

"You have a plan?"

"Of course I have a plan," she flopped backwards, folding her arms behind her head. "Unlike a certain newborn, I think before I act."

Krista chuckled at the slight. "What do you want me to do?"

"You sorta passed out during our last encounter. Right now," she smiled lasciviously. "I'd like for you to return the favor."

"Is that an order?"

"It's an offer," Chase answered with a softness Krista hadn't seen before.

She rolled onto Chase, arms planted on either side of Chase's shoulders as she leaned down for a kiss. "Finally." For the first time in a long time, Krista smiled. "An offer I can't refuse."

The End

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