Subj: The Scent of Lilacs No More
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Date: 6/7/99 11:04:42 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix
Chapter 1
The Attack and Daphne
Quentin stared in open-eyed horror at the woman, barely more than a girl! He watched her tearing at the victim's throat, suckling, he couldn't move. He wanted to help the victim, but he was paralyzed. This creature had done something to him. He couldn't make out who she was. She appeared very young to him. He knew she was aware of his presence, and somehow had prevented him from helping the victim of this vicious unnatural act.
She was through, raising her head to look at him, he knew she heard his deep intake of breath when he saw her face. Blood was smeared on her face, dripping out of her mouth fang still very visible, she wore a look of sheer esctasy. Roxanne! Barnabas' new love, oh no, Quentin thought, this is not good.
Uh-oh, she was moving towards him, and he couldn't move. He wasn't sure he wanted to anymore. What was happening? What did he think was happening, he was being pulled in the Vampire Gaze. Very dangerous thing to let happen to you, ole boy, he chastised himself.
God, she was beautiful. No wonder Barnabas seemed so taken with her. Did Barnabas do this to her, Quentin wondered. Answering his own question with a firm no, his thoughts were starting to blur. He wanted this vision, and he wanted her now. She was in his arms. Her coldness was stimulating. She grabbed him by the hair, and brought her lips to his, with no resistance from him. She was touching him all over, he had never wanted anyone the way he wanted her. He was going to have her or die trying.
She gasped as he spun her around, her surprise spurned him on. Holding her from behind, with one expertise movement, he had ripped her blouse off, exposing her breasts. He teased her nipples very softly until they were hard, and he was going to take her very slowly. Hearing her low laughter, he was preparing to take her skirt, when she said, "you would leave me out here with nothing on?"
"Oh, I don't think so," Quentin replied his voice thick with lust. Removing his coat, he jumped when she attacked him, she was snarling when she snapped his head back, and without warning she sunk her fangs in his vein.
The pain was unbelievable. It burned, and he could feel the fangs entering, pull back, then enter again, He was screaming in pain, he could feel his carotid artery tearing. He could feel tears falling down his face as he started begging her to stop, to let him die anything but this horrible pain. The pain was accompanied with the more terrifying feeling of aloneness. He couldn't stand it. To be in this much pain, and to be so alone with it too. When he thought he couldn't take the pain any longer the pleasure started. It was the most overwhelming pleasure he had ever known. He didn't want it to end, and when he had stopped caring if anyone would hear him moaning in pleasure she stopped. He looked at her, ready to pass out, and he noticed she was looking at him strangely, he didn't care to even imagine why. This pleasure was unbelievable, and then there was darkness.
He woke up a few hours later, disshevelled, he pulled himself together as best he could, and found his vehicle, and made it back to Collinwood. Making it to the West Wing without anyone seeing him, he made his way to the shower, he felt dirty. Thinking about Roxanne made him want to see her again, and he would. He examined himself in the mirror and expected to see the worst. He had been afraid to look in the car, or even examine the wounds. The woman had been vicious in her attack, and god help him he wanted her again now. Yes, even the pain. There were no marks, nothing. Was it a dream, Quentin was thinking when his thoughts were interrupted by the smell of lilacs.
Daphne, he thought irritated, and the scent of the lilacs was making him nauseous. He wanted her to go, disappear, vanish, but he didn't know how he would explain that to her. He didn't know if she could hurt Roxanne, so he'd pacify her for now. Thank goodness the marks were gone, wonder if it's the portrait he thought as the scent of lilacs left his rooms. Oh good, he thought, tonight I will go to Barnabas and tell him all I know about Daphne, and then I will go to Roxanne, then the visions assaulted him.
To be continued...