The Captain and Xzilia – Part Two.

 

It’s amazing how a story created by two writers can suddenly take on a life of it’s own.  The Captain and Xzilia; a collaborative piece – is now in it’s second installment, with a new and exciting twist of events.  Not all is what is seems.  Written over eight hours, dreamcircle125 and I are proud of the results.  Please enjoy, part two.

 

Genre – Fantasy, Vampires, Time travel, sci-fi and vampires.

 

PART TWO 
RB-  Louis stood with his arms folded as he regarded the woman who had not only taken them from the reality of the modern day world, but from the shadow realm to her own time.  It was not exactly what he had planned, but she was not exactly what she seemed to be either.  A witch perhaps?  More than a simple Vampire that was for sure.  Able to time travel as well.  This was starting to add up to a creature that was able to walk the void and beyond that.  He said nothing as he heard her fingers snap and the teeny tiny ship that had been bobbing about in the water like a cork in the bathtub was now full size and the damage that it had suffered was substantial.  
Louis groaned and slapped his palm to his forehead – dragging it down his face, before rubbing his fingers along his stubbled chin.  The woman had darted off, leaving him there to ponder all that had transpired.  With a light shrug, he found a barrel on which to sit since he figured that he wasn’t going anywhere soon in a hurry – not if this world was another of her making.  Since he had some time, he did let his eyes wander up and down the jetty.  The strong smell of sea air was a comfort, though the stench of rotting fish he could surely do without.  He reached into his pocket and took out his fob watch, unlocking the hood and checking the time.  Louis shook his head when he realized exactly what time in history they were in.  His motorcycle back at the club was bound to get impounded, if he was going to be away as long as he thought he might be.  Pity.
Seeing the woman finally return with a crew of men that all jumped to attention and acted on her orders to get the ship back to being in tip top condition, Louis cocked his head to the side, and spoke with his arms still folded.
“How exactly do you plan on paying them, lovey?  By giving them a good view of what lay beneath your skirt?”
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DC:   A sour look went to the man and she gave a smirk. She figgled with a ribbon in her hair and looked towards the men.
“I would never allow these men to see the fruits of my body, however a hefty increase in their shillings would be nice. Because what you don’t know is that i own half this town.” She tilts her head and allows hair to flutter into her face. Eyes were a chocolate brown that glowed in the sun as she stared at him pleasantly, right now she posed no threat only showed something calm and sweet.
Looking back at the ship being repaired she raised her arms over her head and yawned. Spring weather had always made her sleepy and she rubbed her eyes to remove the tears. Groggily speaking she looked at Louis.
“Do you want to go look at the other ships in the port?”
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RB- One thing about the change in time periods, was that Louis was now dressed as he would have been the day that he first stood behind the wheel of his ship.  It suited him a great deal better than the ordinary club attire he had been wearing at the start of the night.  In fact, you could say that he truly belonged in this era…just not this particular place.  Watching the girl fidget with the ribbon in her hair, and saying that she’d never allow  them to see the fruits of her body, the Vampire interjected.
“Yes….well, I guess they can’t be as lucky as I was to be privy to catch sight of your melons, lovey.  And…all for free, I might add.”
Louis didn’t mind at all, reminding her of the naked romp that she had done in the shadow world that she created.  But here, in this place she looked as though butter would not melt in her mouth.  He…knew otherwise.  A walking contradiction.  Pushing himself up off the barrel on which he had been sitting, he didn’t appear impressed by the wealth that she proclaimed to have.  He just dusted himself down while she raised her arms up over her head and yawned.  Was the poor dear tired?  
“And here I thought you were a night owl.  Be careful to close that pretty little mouth of yours, before something fills it.”  
Louis waltzed on past her and simply threw a remark over his shoulder. 
“Well, come on then, Queenie.  Let’s see the other ships you own.”
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DC:   
All types of ships bob in smaller ports as she leads the sailor to the much larger area. Slowly they began to grow in size and detail and she reaches the battle ships with a smile. Turning to Louis, Xzilia swept a hand over the three she had prepared for him.
“They should be able to fit your needs, I noticed only a few cannons on your ship when i studied it earlier and I felt sad if it were to battle one of the, more, forbidding ones.” She then regarded the previous statement this man brought up and threw in the payment.
“Now, you are not one of the lucky ones. All because you seen a glimpse of this body does not mean you have seen it all. For the fact of you catching a ‘glimpse’ you will now work for me as a ship captain, attacking and pillaging some of my more annoying enemies along the sea.” 
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RB – The boards of the wharf creaked and groaned as the pair strolled along.  By the way that Xzilla walked, he could see that she was definitely a woman of worth in this society and era.  Complete opposite to the shot guzzling beauty at the bar.  In fact, it was amusing to see her with grace and airs.  If she owned the town as she said she did, Xzilla acted like it.  All pomp and ceremony.  
Louis stood stoically when she passed her hand out to the water at a row of battleships, all armed to the teeth with cannons, and worthy of any deserving Captain.  Xzilla boldy said that they would suit his ineeds as she took the time whilst almost crushing his ship, in seeing what it bore.  They were impressive, the vampire could not deny this fact, but what he had said earlier about catching a good glimpse of her naked form, left her with a little bit of a sour taste in her mouth.  More than happy to let him know that although he had only seen a glimpse, there was more to her than met the eye.  Now, this could have brought about a flood of rude and rather suggestive series of comments that would see him going down into the gutter, but it was her next statement, that truly had him laugh loudly.
Was he to be on her payroll?  
“Me?…Work for you?”  Louis placed his splayed hand upon his chest as thought mortally offended by the very idea.  He strolled around in a circle, a real bounce in his step as he looked to the sky and chortled.  “Attacking…pillaging your ‘more’ annoying enemies?”  When did they suddenly become bosom buddies?  He twirled on the ball of his right foot, his jacket rising and spinning with him.  
“Who exactly are your enemies, Queenie?”  Were they worth the trouble?
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DC:  She sighed heavily, she was trying to be nice to him but as a natural vampire he was full of surprises. Well, for her she may not be bloodthirsty anymore, her recent feeding had cleared and calmed her nerves, but she could still have a few tricks up her sleeves.
“Xzilia, and I have had some troubles with both Britain and France being against my – ways of the sea. Only humans can captain human ships they say, then decided to take it upon themselves to attack them.” She rolled her eyes finding even the thought of them too troublesome. She was about to explain herself more when in the background drunken cheers chimed out, a smile appearing.
“And as if in a drunken stupor your first mate comes to greet you. Would you like to see?” She turns to see a jolly crowd soon singing one of the taverns favorite songs. Xzilia’s foot taps along to the beat as the entire port begins to sing to the catchy song.

 

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RB-  Louis was not an easy fellow to impress, and Xzilla was going to have to do a lot more than just announce that for the sight of her breasts, he was now in her employ.  Every deal required a sweetener, so to speak.  As he listened to her, it became obvious that she was truly different from the others of her time.  More like he had been, so long ago.  Did they have more in common, then first thought?  It had been hundreds of years, since Louis had been to a place like this.  In fact, the more he inhaled the scent of the sea air, the more his memory was returning to him.  Naturally, he was guarded – as he had a right to be.  This woman was more fickle than a winter storm.  Changing direction from this way to that.  
So her enemies were France AND Britain?  Xzilia sure knew how to pick her enemies.  The reasons were that the humans, as he learned were still dominant in this era – were against the supernaturals from having the right to captain ships.  Louis continued to stroke his chin, while listening.  A gruff sound coming from the pit of his belly in indignation to the ways of the fleshies.  Louis caught the eye roll by Xzilia, and this was also noted.  They did have a common enemy after all.
But the conversation was to be interrupted by the raucous sound of drunken singing, that came from the direction of the local tavern.  It was not just the tavern folk that were raising their voices either, but it appeared to be all those in ear shot.  This was turning into a musical of sorts, and the Captain let out a sigh as he stood by the toe tapping woman.
“Lead the way…Xzilia.”  Yes, he just used her name.
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DC:   She shook her head and turned away to walk back up the shore. She listened to the singing turn to boisterous laughter and followed the only drunk female voice among the crowd. Shoving through the crowd Xzilia makes her way to the door where a pink hair woman clanks her mug with someone elses. When she spots Xzilia she grins and yanks her under her arm, holding her head tightly.
“Ya shee this gal! Shee’s the best daymn gal arwound!” Her head sways as she leans in close and whispers something into Xzilia’s ear. With a nod the woman’s head is released and she stands, fixing her hair. Looking over at Louis, Xzilia places a steady hand on the woman’s shoulder and introduces her.
“This is Louana, she was a navigator on a British ship, until she betrayed them and sunk their ship by guiding them into jagged rocks just off shore. She is a siren when provoked. I was hoping you could take her under your wing so she can get her drunk ass out of the local taverns.” With a firm yank on the womans collar Louana is forced to stand, causing her to drop her mug of spirits. 
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RB – Trudging along behind Xzilia, the Captain wasn’t sure what to expect from the sounds of the voices raised in song.  But on opening the door, there was one that stood out from all that were swaying in time to the beat of the musician’s drum.  A pink haired lass, with tresses that went down to the very base of her back.  You could say that she was fetching, but there was something else about her that made the Captain quirk a brow.
It was her voice.  In stark contrast to that of Xzilia, she spoke as though she had salt water in her veins.  Not to mention a few litres of rum.  Louis tried to hide his amusement, when he saw the pink haired vixen take Xzilla into a head lock.  They were more than just friends, that was clear to see.  He couldn’t imagine Xzilla holding still for too long if he tried such a form of greeting.  What words were whispered between the pair, that had the pink lass start to act more formal.  Women….seriously.  Can’t understand them…no…you just can’t understand them.
Introduced as Louana, a former navigator of a British ship; Louis gave a polite nod in her general direction.  Any navigator that could drive a ship to the rocks, must know what she is doing.  NOT!  Course it had been done on purpose, for vengeance.  That part of women he DID understand.  Nothing worse than a woman’s scorn.  But when Xzilla gave the girl’s collar a hard yank and made her stand to attention, and spill the contents of her mug of grog – the Captain considered the worth of having a near drunken slush as a member of his crew.
“Hmmm.”  Louis strolled over and walked around the woman, as though he was at one of the slave yards, or cattle markets.  She had a nice arse, that was for sure.  But bums don’t navigate ships.  He needed to know she could be trusted not to run his ship aground like the British.
“Sober her up….and I’ll consider it, Xzilia.”
How she did that, was her business.
DC:  “Not the best idea, but if you will consider her that way then fine. I’ll meet you at whatever ship you choose.” Xzilia grins and tugs Louana along, who is obviously fighting against her. Eyes bugged out she knew what was to come if she grew sober now. 
“No! P-please don’t let her sober me!!” The siren pleaded, kicking her booted feet about, until they were no longer in sight anymore. The tavern however began to calm down, some people even left the area to continue on with their activities. An hour passed and the pair walked down the street, a very sore looking Louana regretted every action she did up until now. Touching such a lovely woman in such a hasty matter resulted in a heavy ass whooping to add to the vulgar liquids that was forced down her throat.
Xzilia was feeling somewhat better now, having beat the stupidity out of the stubborn siren. She felt confident Louana will get back on the sea and stop being so lazy in the taverns. Arriving at the sea port they looked for Louis, just to see what boat he decided to pick.
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RB – Louis didn’t hang around in the tavern while waiting for Xzilla to get the navigator sorted.  He was certain she had her own methods for a quick sobering lesson, and with the turn of his boot, Louis strode out of the establishment, whistling to himself as he walked.  Most of those that had been in the tavern were now making their ways to their own jobs for the day.  It was not the kind of place that had the sailors and dock workers being drunk off their faces the whole time.  They wanted to earn their shillings, then they needed to work for it.
Now, the only thing left to do was chose a ship.  Louis was interested in one that was fast, not overloaded and huge.  So, with this in mind, he strolled along the jetty – passing numerous vessels.  It was not just frigates that were moored at the wharf, but also fishing vessels.  On the docks, there were sailors telling tales as they worked on their nets.  Laughter and of course the odd swear and cuss thrown in.  Every man had some sad song in his heart, and then of course there were the songs about the girl that they lost their hearts to.  A few threw him the odd glance, perhaps because of his attire, but Louis did have a certain way to his stride that had him appear to be more regal than the rest.
Finally, he came to be in front of a frigate that had just the right amount of sail.  A fast looking ships.  Guns of course, and a busy crew.  Louis turned and folded his arms as he surveyed the ship with a critical eye.  
“This might do nicely.”  It wasn’t new by any means.  There were a few odd battle scars, but this was a good thing. It meant that it survived whatever was thrown at it.  He glanced at the name that was engraved on a plaque on the side.
“The Devil’s Mistress.”
How appropriate.
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DC:   “You choose the Mistress and not the Maiden? Why am I not surprised at your decision.” Louana commented aridly as she waved a hand in the air. When she approached Louis she placed her hands on her hips and leaned to put her weight on her right foot. Her eyes scanning the man that stood before her she clicked her tongue as if to expect something more to come to her. “Your suppose to be my captain? Why should I follow your lead upon the sea and not just my own wraith that calls?”
Her one good eye stared at him with the swirling of the seas whirlpools. However, she turned away and glanced at the watery mother herself and she sighed. It had been years since she was upon its rocking tides and she missed it, but she didn’t miss the commands that came with the boat. Drawing a sharp breath, and ignoring any answer this new Captain of hers had come up with, she made her way to the boat, her heels tapping the planks she walked on.
“Lets get going, all I need to show you is how I can steer right?” And up on the boat she went in one graceful leap. She meant business if it meant getting back onto the waters again and living her passion.
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RB-  Louis was starting to prefer this girl a little more tipsy, now that she had sobered up, she was turning into a nagging nelly.  The Captain stared down his nose at her when she stood in such a fashion, as to be giving him the once over.  Hands on hips and that cocky swagger.  Great….  Just what the Captain needed.  She was like the kind of wife you kept at home.  Yes, that is what she reminded him of.  Add a few curlers, and a cigarette hanging from that pouting bottom lip – in a shapeless nightie.  Every man’s waking nightmare. The thought was enough to turn his stomach.  And he had to sail with this?
“I am just THE Captain, not your Captain, thank you very much.”  
Oh they were off to a rocky start. No wonder she was a siren.  She belonged on a rock.  Hmm, maybe he can push her onto one and then continue on with his sailing.  That made his lips curve up into a smile of sorts.  
“Because, my dear.  Your wraith might have a tendency for running a ship aground, that’s why.”
Did he need to explain everything about the lore of the sea.  One thing he knew for certain was that women on ships, was not the done thing.  That is what they had cabin boys for.  Seeing her leap up onto the ship after traipsing up the ship’s plank, he rubbed his temple.
“Its a well proven scientific fact, that women bring bad luck when they board a ship.”
Yes, he could feel it in his waters already.  This girl was going to be more trouble than she was worth.  He marched on up the plank after her, as the crew continued to load supplies.  On reaching her side, he leaned over and said.
“Do you even know where the wheel is?”
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DC:   She rolls her eyes and they land on her ‘Captain’ before giving her usual line. “You can either have me at the wheel or staring at a map, sir. But even if your not my Captain I’ll still follow your rules.” It may be a line she says often, always being told a woman wasn’t allowed on board a ship was the same as the humans laying the law down about only humans steering ships. 
A flick of her hair and she sidled up to the wheel and leaned against it, awaiting Captain’s orders. Meanwhile, Xzilia was at a small home knocking softly on the wooden door. A man answered, looking as if he had just woke up before scowling and slamming the door in her face. Xzilia furrowed her brow in anger and knocked again, a little harder again.  Again it opened to the same man and again that same man slammed the door, but not without flashing a smirk.
“Go away Xzilia! You are not welcome!” He shouted flopping on his couch, but no was something Xzilia didn’t take. She splintered the door with a single punch, causing the young man to duck for cover, then she politely knocked with a carefree smile.
“I’m coming in anyways, I have something to discuss with you.”
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RB-  Twirling the large signet ring upon his ring finger, the Captain could smell the scent of the Siren as she saddled up next to him.  Fair flicking and still cocky as they came.  Was this some sort of joke on Xzilla’s part to put this woman on his ship, with an important job no less?  He had to wonder just what was said between the two, in between dunking Miss Pink’s head in a vat of ice cold water to sober her up fast.  Louis’s lips thinned as the girl was simply not going to go away.  The words…”shark bait” kept creeping into his mind.  All these wicked ideas of how to dispatch her from the ship in the most hedonistic ways possible, were now his only source of entertainment.
The crew were now pulling up the gang plank and readying to bring up the anchor, as well as untie the ropes that kept the ship moored to the wharf.  Truth be told, he didn’t have a freaking clue where they were, as far as location.  He needed to see a map before he could even give orders.  Taking out an eyeglass, he extended it and then scanned for the outlet to the ocean.  
“Bring her about and have her make for open waters.  I’ll be in my cabin checking the maps.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”  A first mate gave a salute of sorts and starting barking orders at the crew.  This gave Louis the chance to go and see what state the Captain’s quarters were in, and also to find out just what stocks of blood were kept on board.  Or did they have bodies down below.  He walked silently past the siren and made his way down the stairs, to head for his cabin.
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DC:   The sails dropped and the boat had a sudden jerk as it caught a strong wind. Spinning the wheel sharply Louana misses an incoming boat by a hair and snickers as she watches her dear Captain almost loose his footing. However she was only running on half visibility and still was in the busy port. Navigating through the tight spots of the boats to get to the precious open waters, but eventually they reach then and she whistles for the Captain.
“Captain, the open waters await you. That and one massive French battle ship…” She shouts as the glitter of the ships sails insignia comes to view. If she could remember right they attacked the city last week, were they trying to surprise them again?
Flipping up her eye patch she counted the numbers against them, one ship and about 300 men on top and stored below. About 50 cannons, the front equipped for ramming, it was a monster to any normal boat and crew. As the ship grew nearer she heard the city sirens echo behind her and she grinned with excitement, her captain better hurry before she takes matters into her own hands.
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RB-  The Captain had been on his way to his cabin, when the ship was caught in a heavy turn of the wheel – sharp enough to almost make him lose his footing.  His head instantly looked skyward, as he wondered what in blazes that girl was up to.  Turning on his heel, he bolted back up onto the deck, only to see the girl steering her way between other vessels and taking the ship out of the inlet.  What awaited them however, was a ship that was flying the French colours.. And not just any ship, but one of the Royal fleet.  Grasping the side railings of the ship, he growled under his breath.  That ship was one that was well built, armed with as many as fifty cannons and a large crew of hardened sailors.
He felt like he had not even been in the ship an hour, and it was already about to be tested of its might in battle.  Louis pushed himself off the railing, and barked orders for the crew to prepare to face the enemy head on.  He took the stairs, two in his stride as he made it up to the ship’s helm.
In the background, the city was on alert of the oncoming threat.  Loud wails coming from the shore and the docks.  It was as if the whole thing had been planned.  No wonder Xzilia was no where to be seen.  The Captain grabbed the wheel, near knocking Louana from her feet, as he tried to get the ship to pitch to the right.  A full on ramming would do neither ship any good.  
“Arm the cannons!”  He roared.
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DC:   She stumbled some and growled, but took nothing back as she flipped down her eye patch. Looked as though she wasn’t going to show her skill and therefore she went off to help the crew. She steadied one of the cannons as it rolled up and had one of the others take hold as she loaded one other. 
The France ship kept a steady speed as you could hear the men hoot and holler their war sounds. Louana smirked solely to herself as she steadied another cannon.
“Cannons ready captain!!” She shouted as the ship sped towards them. At the moments before the cannons fired she enjoyed the most. Her lungs filled with salty air and the breeze that lifted off the water sang to her sense. A power rang deep within her soul and right when the cannons rang out she began to sing.  Her voice caused the France ship to jerk to the side, making both the perfect target and a few men to go overboard.
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RB-  With the ships coming alongside each other, thanks to the Captain’s good steering, his order to arm the guns came to herald the opening fire of many a cannon, with Luana manning one of them.  Cannon smoke became a mask of sorts, as some of the crew swung across to the French ship to begin cutting down the french sailors were they stood.  Massive blast holes caused shrapnel and splintered wood to fly in all directions, some becoming embedded in the bodies of those fighting on the opposite ship.  The water was turning to the colour of blood, as the fighting picked up on the French ship.  The Devil’s Mistress was certainly keeping true to her name, as the Captain withdrew his cutlass and reached for the nearest rope on the side of his ship.
“Take the wheel!”  He ordered Louana, and then swung across the sea between the two ships, to join the fighting with his crew.  They say a Captain should never leave his ship, but on this occasion he was not about to let his crew have all the fun.  
On landing, he skillfully wielded his sword and cut a man across the stomach – the sailor dropping forward and his guts falling out on the clean deck below him.  The scent of fresh blood flowing, only heightened the Captain’s senses, and he went on to take up swords against another – this time an officer.  The two swords raised and clashing with the hum of steel.  It was a sight to see Louis in his element.
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DC:   Louana did as told; she stopped her singing and reacted to the captains words. However, now the enemy ship was able to move as the open sails reacted to the wind. It thrust forwards a bit and Louana shifted the wheel to avoid unnecessary collisions.  Somehow though the ship had a mind of its own when those sails were open. She had two choices, avoid unnecessary accidents or take care of the enemy sails. 
She decided to do both and called out for a sailor for assistance and she spun the wheel to avoid the ship once more. Demanding the man to scour the enemies sails above she sent him off.
Meanwhile, Xzilia found herself arguing with the man in his living room. She demanded to speak with him and his daughter and he was fussing over the door. All the while a small girl, not any older than 10, stood in the doorway with wide eyes. She watched her father argue with some woman and she was thoroughly confused, until she seen the woman’s face and shook her head.
“Hey!! Shut up you old farts!” Her voice rang loud and she crossed her arms, tapping her toes in anger.
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RB- The sound of the blade as it pierced right through a man’s skull would be a sound that you would not ever want to hear again.  It was a wet crunching sound, and when added to the sailor’s dying screams the combined effect was spine chilling.  Louis reefed back his blade as another fell to the deck in a bloody heap.  Eyes practically hanging out of their sockets – staring outward at nothing.  The Gods would gain many a soul this day, if none did not make their way to Hell first.  The French ship lurched and pitched heavily as the man at the wheel was trying to make his ship collide with the Devil’s Mistress.  The Captain vanished in a black haze before appearing behind the wheel’s man and bit down savagely into his neck – the shock of which had the man release the wheel from his grasp and madly try to put his hands around behind him and stop this vicious assault.
No sooner had the ill fated sailor tried this ill advised move, did the Captain snap his neck in two and drop him to the ground.  The pirates from his own ship, were doing a damn fine job in giving the frenchies what for – bloodied bodies laying strewn across the deck, their finery of uniform now tainted with their own blood.
Next thing the Captain knew, the sails of the French vessel were coming under attack, and this would only serve to cause the ship to lose its power in the water.  Without the sails, they were a sitting duck.  The guns continued to fire between the two ships, and the damage was considerable.  Only one would survive the onslaught, but which would it be?
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DC:   Leaning heavily on the wheel Louana steadied herself between the jerks of the colliding cannons and dodging the ship. Only when the sails were torn could she stop worrying, but she wasn’t out of the clear. Sitting beside this ship made them easy targets for the blasphemous cannons, a great amount more powerful. 
 
Without any orders, which was strongly against what she lived for, she steered the ship forward and around to the back of the French’s. No threats seemed to come from here as she rested; she seemed oddly weak for just sitting behind a wheel. Something wet trickled down her leg and she chuckled, not even needing to look at the wound. Checking off her vital signs she found no need to remove the large splinter in her side and the smaller ones in her left leg.
 
“What a fine experience for my first time on sea in years.” She shook her pink hair and hefted a heavy sigh as she listened to the chaos of war. Yet from back here she wouldn’t know when they would need her. Stepping from the wheel she walked to the front of the boat and watched up the side of the French’s boat.
 
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RB-  Loius thundered along the deck like a man possessed.  Any crew man that was in his path of destruction, soon met with their maker, as his sword made short work of them.  Slashing with supernatural force, that sent blood flying.  The deck was now awash with the blood of french sailors, and the Captain of the French ship was now backed into a corner.  Three against one, as most of his crew were either fighting to save their own lives, or dying off like flies.  The Captain dropped to his knees, speaking rapidly in a language that many of the Devil’s crew did not understand.  Louis came through the throng like the sea itself was parting in the wake of a great animal.  He stared the man down.  What a coward to not fight for his life, and instead wait for death to come…on his knees, like a woman.  Louis spat at the man.  Blood of his own crewmen mixed in with the foul saliva, that drenched the French Captain’s face.  Grovelling like a beggar on the streets, he crawled on his knees to Louis.  Babbling in french about his wife…his children.  His home.  Louis cared not for this man, and grabbed him by the scruff of the hair of his head, and drove his sword deep into the man’s neck.  It was a cruel and horrible way to die, the French Captain jerking and going into shock, as his lungs filled with blood.  Soon blood was pouring out of his mouth, and his nostrils, till Louis released him.  The French Captain fell back as Louis stepped on his chest and withdrew his sword with one powered jerk of his hand.
With the French Captain dead, the crew fell away from the cannons….the battle was lost.  Louis held his blooded sword up over his head and roared in triumph, a sound that would carry across the waters….all the way back to Xzilia.
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DC:   Xzilia’s head raised to the sky and she smiled, he had done his part, he was worthy of her heart. She chuckled and looked back to the two before her, shaking the daughters hand politly.
 
“Please, Miss Xzilia, pass our good word to the captain that has defeated our enemy. If he needs skilled marksmen we will gladly be of assistance to him.” The girl bowed her head and shut their newly fixed door. Xzilia nodded her head and made her way to the port to see the ship in the distance.
 
Louana smiled small as she went back to the wheel and sailed the ship around again. Stopping, she looked at the mass bodies littering the French ship as the crew began to load back onto the ship. 
 
“You sure have out done yourself Captain, was it fun?” She noticed he was covered in blood, what a stupid question to ask her captain.
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RB-  The words and tales of Louis had not been heard for nearly four hundred years.  Though in the modern era, he had no ship, nor crew to call his own.  He was a traveller.  Born of a different time, and belonging nowhere.  This moment however, as he wiped the blood of the French Captain off his sword, with the flag of the French as a rag, he was once again in his element.  He took a moment to inhale sharply, so he could savor this win for what it was worth.  All around the fallen were now massive piles of corpses that would be picked apart by the scavengers of the sea.  The Captain was about to disembark before swinging back to his own ship, but not before setting down a torch that had the French ship burst into flame.  It was like a tinder box on the seas, and its flames would be seen far and wide.  Dare anyone to mess with the Captain and his crew and they would soon see themselves at the bottom of the ocean blue.
The Captain landed back aboard his own deck with a dull thud, and the roar of the courageous crew met his return.  They had casualties, but nothing that rivaled their french counterparts.  
Hearing Louana speak over the top of the din, asking if he had fun since he had out done himself, the Captain stared down at her as though she had something weird between her eyes.
“Bring on the next ship of lily livered bastards…I’m ready.”
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DC:   She chuckled, as much as she was begging for fun she was also begging for medical help. But not daring to disobey her Captain she steered the speeding ship further out to sea. They were leaving safe waters, out at the open the waters are more dangerous and it wasn’t just the ships. Legends be told of Louana’s old crew sailing the waters around the city. A ghastly ship that outnumbered any ship on the seven seas. They would more likely attack if they knew Louana had taken to the sea once more.
 
A wave crashed into the side and she gritted her teeth to keep it on course. The ship rumbled its protests, the holes drinking in water that the crew hurriedly tossed out. Were they in any shape to take on another boat? She glanced at her captain, was he prepared to lose his ship so soon? She shook her head and steadied the violently rocking mass of wood, spinning the wheel to ride with the waves. She flipped up her eye patch and scanned the sea for targets.
 
“Captain, I do not see a soul on the waters. Should we venture further?”
 
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RB-  The Captain took out his eyeglass, as she took off her eye patch.  The pair of them both staring in the same direction.  Only for a moment did he actually let his hand lower, to cast his eyes back down at the girl, who was bleeding all over the deck.  Not exactly a wise thing to do right next to a vampire…Siren or not.  He shook his head a little to snuff out any desire to feed on her.  Really, he was covered in more blood than what was on the deck.  Still, she had a nice allure to her smelling the way she did.  Louana was right of course, the seas were deserted.  All hopes and thought put into using just one heavily armed ship, as opposed to a fleet.  Reckless and foolhardy were words that he would use to describe the French Admiral’s folly.  Snapping closed his eye glass, he spun his finger and gave the order.
“Back to port.  Guess we gotta patch up the ship….and some of the crew.”  Was this a touch of humanity, seeping out from the Captain’s own wounds?  Nah.  He was a bastard and everyone knew it.  It was why he was the Captain.
“Well, go on.  Turn her around.”  Louis grumbled, then made a lip smacking sound.  “And…get your leg looked at.  Before I bite it off.”
He then left the helm to her watch.
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DC:   Louana almost giggled, but gave a smile when he made such a comment. Violently spinning the wheel she lead the ship back to port and was relieved to see the finest medics waiting. She and the rest of the crew filed off, helping wounded along the way. Louana stayed seated on a nearby crate just off to the side as someone wiggled free the smaller splinters in her leg. Somebody else would have to tear out the larger one, nobody dare attempt to try. She spotted her captain and quickly got up, ignoring the pain of having a splinter rip from her leg. 
 
“Captain! How did I do? Would you accept me as part of your crew?” She may be a bitch on the sea, but she was eager to sail upon it. Being this eager may get her denied, but she had – other annoying ways of getting the job. Even if she had to use bloody measures and starve the man, maybe even leave him on the brink of death, whatever it took for him to accept her on the boat.
 
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RB-  The ship was now moored back at the docks, and the sound and commotion from both those on the wharf, and those getting carried off was enough to make a man want to stuff his fingers in his ears.  Louis strode around the deck, pushing the odd french body over the side as he did so.  The large splash being heard now and again as he cleaned his ship of french filth.  Course, his thoughts would be interrupted by that pink haired siren yet again.  She was a persistent little thing.  Great hunk of a splinter clattering to the deck as someone had tried to prize it out, and she managed to do it herself, just by getting off a box.
Louis placed his hands squarely upon his hips and regarded the girl again with that critical eye.  Yes, she did manage to keep the ship from being blown apart, that was one good thing.  Didn’t bitch and moan about being hurt.  Carried on her duties while making a mess of the deck.  He’d seen men act more girly than this woman.  As much as he hated to admit it, she’d done a bang up job.  Maybe this whole…curse of women on a ship was just a fable after all.
“You be on trial.  Say, a month. Then, after that…we’ll talk.”  It was as good as she was going to get, in fact, this was the most generous he had been to anyone.
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DC:   Eyes widened and a wave of shock washed over her, she passed the first test and impressed the un-impressible. She may not have gotten a straight forward yes, but she didn’t get a no either. Without thought she grabbed the mans face and pulled him to her, delicate and soft lips pressed against his as she gave him an unforgettable kiss. Pulling away she now looked like a wreck as she whispered her words.
 
“Thank you sir…” And she fell to the ground, raspy breathing and fast heartbeat, the blood loss put her in shock as medic carried her away. A few crew mates whistled at the captain and patted his back, getting a kiss from that siren was damn near impossible. Even if she was in a drunk stupor you couldn’t even get her into bed.
 
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RB-  The last thing that Louis ever expected this woman to do, was grab his bloody face and plant a kiss on his lips.  Delicate and soft like being touched by a feather, only it felt a whole lot nicer than a feather.  In fact, the Captain completely forgot himself for the moment.  His eyes wide in surprise but those eyelids of his fell as he returned the kiss.  It was only when she pulled away and he heard the roar of the crew.  A mixture of emotions riddled his face, and he looked…embarrassed.  That was until she fell to the ground at his feet.  
“Yes…*grumble*…Hmmph.  Get back to work you dogs!”  He barked at the other members of the crew, who were still enjoying the Captain’s moment.  He watched her being carried away by a few of the medics that were on hand from the wharf.  Only when she was down off the ship, did he turn away and place his fingers up to his lips.  
Being kissed by a siren….well that was a notch on his belt.
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DC:   Xzilia was posted a few yards away as she watched the men fix his old boat. Was this worth her time? She had seen the kiss, Louana was far more fetching than she was. Looking down at herself she sighed and stared back at the boat. A worker came over and conversed with her, there were some problems getting the main mass to stay in place; they were fixing it outside of their normal area.
 
Agreeing to help she pushed herself from the barrel she was leaning against and followed the worker up to the boat. A few men struggled to keep it from swaying, but when Xzilia took hold it was in solid place.
 
“Get this thing sturdy before my arms give way!!” She shouted and they immediately scurried about to fix the mass in place. After the hardware was finished all they had to do was add ropes and sails. 
 
Xzilia removed herself from the boat and headed back to the barrel to think. She had so many questions and concerns in her head that now she didn’t know what to do.
 
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RB-  Louis came down the gang plank with his boots still covered in the blood from battle. In fact, he was caked with it.  Splattered across his face crudely, even dotted through his hair.  Here was a man that lived and breathed to fight, only in the modern world, they were not ones to celebrate such a man.  He’s most likely be locked up for life.  Xzilla stood out like a sore thumb against the backdrop of all the others that were going about their duties on the wharf.  She was heading to a barrel for some reason, the Captain knew not why.  Louis came up behind her and coughed loudly.
“So…got rid of one of your enemies, Xzilia.”  Louis said, brushing his blooded hand back through his disheveled hair.  Lowering his hand, he regarded her for a moment.  She didn’t look all cocky and stuck up like before.
“What’s eating you?”
Louis folded his arms and awaited her answer.
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DC:   She didn’t even hear him come up behind her, but when he coughed it only made her heat race as she gave him a short and sour look. She felt proud that he rid of one pest, get the word out about us having a new captain. But when he mentioned her attitude she looked towards the boat for an excuse.
 
“I was sitting here watching these men, they may be following the framework of your old boat but none of it is correct. I was pondering on how to fix this problem at hand, then I thought about it…we stain the wood with the death and blood it ever so craves.” She may have spoken those words, but she didn’t entirely believe them. 
 
Looking back she wondered why she so hastily decided that he was to work for her and then be greedy enough to claim him as hers. He could down right hate her right now and only be putting up with her because there was no way back to the modern world; even though her city was only a few years behind.
 
She leaned against the barrel and crossed her arms, how was it that this all started. She could have easily let him have his way at the parking lot, let him do what he wanted. Then she could have been on her merry way and so would he, but there was something about him that made her want to introduce him to her home, her world. It was his inner self calling and craving for the action. She took it upon herself to give him what he wanted without even asking his permission, she was selfish.
 
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RB-  :”Bullshit.”  One word.  Oh, he listened to her muddle on about how she had been watching the crew and the way they were following the framework of his old boat, but there was not an ounce of truth to what she was saying. It was like listening to the Secretary of State address the media about the latest bill.. Utter bullshit.  “That has to be the first time I have ever heard you lie.  And to my face.”
He was right, she knew he was right.  Why?  It was all in the way she held herself, her body language speaking volumes.  Louis reached for her arm and turned her so she had to face him.  Had to stare up into those dark eyes that narrowed as he gained focus.
“You were in such a rush to make me a Captain.  I was to be…under your employ.  Controlled by you.”  These words might seem harsh, but often the truth was brutal.  “THEN you go and put a bloody siren on board.”  He gestured to where the siren had been taken by the medics.  She had to have seen the pink haired minx kiss him.  The bloody crew made enough noise afterwards to wake the dead.
“If you think…for one moment I am interested in that pink haired waif….think again.”
There…he said it.  How would she react?
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DC:   What? What did he mean then, if he wasn’t interested in her? No, this was not settled just yet and she glared coldly at this man and jabbed her finger into his chest.
 
“Don’t YOU lie to me, if you were not interested in her you shouldn’t he returned the kiss. Nor acted like you enjoyed it.” The thought of this man playing around with Louana’s feelings, made her rage boil out of control. There was no denying anything when you witness everything, she wasn’t stupid.
 
Releasing herself from his grasp she had to back away and cover her face, weakness is not an option and when she looked back she was blushing and almost crying. What was wrong with her? What did she just get into this time?!
 
“We are not toys to be played around with…” She had to get out of there or everything would be shattered, the backed away and then turned and ran.
 
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RB-  Feeling each prod that Xzilla made with her finger to his chest, was like a bird pecking at a silver backed gorilla.  It wasn’t that he didn’t feel it, it was seeing how her face flushed a dark crimson.  Those eyes, they were cold as ice but it was the heart inside of her.  Twisting and getting in a knot.  SHE WAS JEALOUS!
He opened his mouth as though to say something in reply as she ranted, but was quickly made to shut it again when she accused him of acting like he enjoyed it.  The girl was a siren.  Her kisses were unlike anything that was on God’s earth.  Of course he felt the tingle that one gets, but it didn’t mean he took it as a fancy.  He’d been berating the girl the entire time.  Even having a go at her and one point near knocked her flying.  Seeing Xzilia this worked up, to the point that she looked to be in tears had Louis look completely bewildered.  Women were so…bloody confusing.
“We are not toys to be played with.”  Her final words on the matter, as she backed away, as though trying to flee. THIS was a whole new side to Xzilia.  Vulnerability.  It was shocking to say the least.
“I didn’t damn toy with her….Xzilia…you’re being foolish.”  His words seemed lost to her, but as she ran from him he snarled and then vanished from where he stood, only to appear right in front of the direction she was running.  She could well run straight into him.
“What do I have to do to prove it?!”  He roared, before grabbing her face roughly and kissing her as hard as he possibly could.
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DC:   And that she did, colliding with his massive chest. She was stunned by his sudden appearance but even more so when he grabbed her face. She was barely able to utter a word when he kissed her, and at first she was confused, but she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his neck as she began to cry. Her kisses may not be as pleasant, but they were sweet per say and conveyed all of her emotions.
 
Time didn’t just seem to stop; she made it halt in its place when their lips met. It was like she was flying in a whirlwind of her own foolish emotions and love it. 
Nothing could ruin this, even the way he seemed to get angry with her nearly pulled her heart from her chest. When they finished she caressed his cheek before dropping her arm and turning all flustered. It truly happened, in over 5 billion years she had her first kiss with a man she truly cared for.
 
Looking up at his tall stature she would listen to anything he had to say before she herself commented an I’m sorry.
 
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RB- There wasn’t so much anger in the kiss, more frustration at her actions that led him to have to be bold in a move to stop her.  Yes, his lips could easily bruise hers, but it was the muffled sobs that came in between each time he took a breath that he started to realize that she actually wanted this.  Wanted it more than a woman could want anything.  Her arms wound their way around his neck tightly, as though afraid to let go of him.  How long had it been since she surrendered to what was her own true desires.  To be treated like the woman that lay beneath the cool exterior.  Louis had managed in an instant, to peel back her layers till she was completely raw…practically emotionally naked.  Only when her arm came around so that she could run her fingers down his cheek, did he see the true woman behind those cold eyes.
Her words of being sorry were met by a reaction, not more words. He scooped her up so her feet were no longer on the ground, and this time he kissed her as a lover might.  It was what she needed….and maybe he did as well.  He may have kissed a siren back before, but kissing Xzilia was the greatest gift a man could ever get.  Louis placed her upon the barrel, though her legs might well be wrapped around him.  He only broke the kiss, to rest his forehead to hers.
“Don’t ever run from me again….”
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DC:   It was all bliss, she expected something sly or rude to come from his mouth but what happened was even better. He made her fly and brought her back with a loving and tender kiss. Hands cupped his face and hair slithered down her shoulders as they rested their foreheads together.
 
“Don’t ever run from me again….” Hopefully she wouldn’t have to, no, there was no hopefully because she wont ever have to. He may be just as cold as she is on the outside, but they are the same inside. Lusting, at least she was, for another to call her own. Someone no one would take from her unless they wished for death, it was all a dream come to reality. 
 
She traced his lower jaw and hummed a happy tune, a Celtic song of legend love. Having her finger rest on his lips she had a thought come to mind and she looked him in the eyes some. Taking the finger to her lips she gouged it with a tooth and traced his lips once more hoping he would accept her gift. Hoping he would become hers fully.
 
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RB-  No one could ever say that Louis had a romantic bone in his body.  Yet when the moment came to silence Xzilia, he was able to do so in a way that brought about not only tears but unbridled joy.  Had he expected that she would react to his kiss…the second one with such happiness?  The woman practically radiated it.  From the cold of her touch, she soon warmed, as though basking in the rays of a dying sun.  The sounds and voices of those that went on with their work dulled out to nothingness, as the pair were only hearing the other.  Louis actually closed his eyes when he heard the faint tune of a Celtic song of love.  Old as time itself.  His eyes only opened when he watched her bite her only finger – enough to draw blood.  This same blood she traced along his lips.  Wetting them till they were as crimson as her own.  He gazed at her, without word.  Only to run his tongue along his lips and taste the absolute sweetness of her gift.  He may have been kissed by a siren, but this…this was by far a greater prize.  Watching him.  He actually started to change, as the blood ran throughout his veins.  Awakening him and even making him appear a little less ragged and worn.  Like the fountain of youth, her blood was like the key to the ultimate prize.
Only then, did he show something that could be considered a genuine smile.  Set against his weathered features, it was unique as it was handsome.
Louis may not have realized it at that moment, but he was now hers….for eternity.
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DC:   “Well look at this pair of birds, the annoyance of Xzilia actually bewitched a man?” The sharp and annoying sounds of a particular man ruined her happy thoughts. A scowl formed as she looked at Thomas and his daughter, apparently about to shop.
 
“Oh my! Is this the captain you spoke so highly of?!” His daughter grinned and rushed over to shake his hand. She was not from this time, but had her best in showing she was. And you could tell her color was yellow of any shade.
 
As her father teased Xzilia to extents unknown his daughter praised the Louis a little too happily.
 
“We are really grateful you kill those men with no mercy. I don’t know if Xzilia was able to tell you, you two seemed to be doing other loving things, but we are skilled marksmen. At least my father is a marksmen and I’m a scout. What I am saying is we are both highly skilled with guns.”
 
 
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RB-  Louis only pulled away from Xzilia on the sound of a man’s voice as he approached the pair.  Talk about bad timing.  The vampire Captain and his lady were enjoying a quiet and private moment, only to have this buffoon spoil the scene.    it didn’t take much for Louis to see that Xzilia was just as annoyed if not more so than him.  
Before he knew it, a young girl was boldy trying to shake his hand, whilst gleefully asking questions as to if this was the Captain that Xzilia had spoken of.  Louis’s eyes darted back to Xzilia with shrouded annoyance, before looking back at the girl and allowing her to shake his hand, before withdrawing it and letting it fall to his side.
“How did you know what had happened on board my ship?”
It was a reasonable question.  What happened out in the bay had not been relayed word for word, though the young girl acted as though they had been on the ship went the massacre took place.  It was almost as though the girl was trying to sell herself – as in explaining what she and her father were and how that made them useful.  To who?  Certainly not Louis.
“Why are you telling me all this?” 
Louis raised a brow, his suspicions now on high alert.  The young girl’s eagerness was in contrast to her father’s jibes at Xzilia.
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DC:   “Oh, I know everything that happened on that ship. I’m clairvoyant and Xzilia came to me earlier today to ask me to watch you.” She chuckled softly and answered his second question. “Plus, before we came to this era, my father was once a sailor. He didn’t do much but pillage the sea for his own gains. Then by force he ended up here. There is a lot of boring details but the reason I’m telling you this is maybe you could accept us as crew mate too!”
 
She may have been bold and acting beyond her abilities, but if it was to see her father happy instead of always fighting she would take the chances. As she was talking with Louis, Xzilia was doing something less cheerful.
 
She rubbed the bridge of her nose, arguing for Thomas to leave. Obviously he was having more fun than he thought and he wasn’t going to back down. He laughed darkly and ruffled her hair, skillfully and purposefully pissing her off. His daughter paid them no mind until she noticed the shadows pouring off Xzilia. A roar of anger possessed her and she stamped her foot as a scythe rose form the ground.
 
“I told you to LEAVE!!” She went after the laughing idiot, swinging and slashing at his running backside. His daughter gasps and called after him to stop, running off too. After a few moments of that Xzilia reappears from the shadows annoyed. “I am sorry Louis, so very , very sorry.”
 
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RB- It was like experiencing something that you would see only on Jerry Springer.  People that came out of nowhere and started to mess with Xzilia, and of course, the ever chipper daughter talking up her father and his qualities.  Why could Louis sense that the pair of them would be even more trouble to him then Louana?  A sixth sense perhaps.  What bothered him most was that Xzilia had asked the girl to watch over him on the ship – like a second pair of eyes, to see how he performed in the course of duty.  He didn’t know whether to be extremely mad at this, or to think that she actually cared about how he acted on the high sea. Enthusiasm was one thing, but it was the father’s behavior towards Xzilia that really pissed him off.  Going as far as to play with her hair, like he was familiar to her.  Had Xzilia herself brought them from another time to this one, just as she had him?
Questions were starting to form in his mind, and none of them he liked.  He had just opened up to her in a way he had not with a woman in hundreds of years.  He tasted and accepted her gift….now this?
Seeing her run off after the man with her scythe slashing and swinging at the running man, Louis folded his arms angrily.  The girl gave chase, forgetting why she was even there, it seemed.  Only when Xzilia appeared out of the shadows, and offered repeated apologies, did Louis speak.
“Care to explain what the hell that was all about?”
Xzilia might have been annoyed, but Louis was far more.
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DC:   “Yes, I will. You see I was in the future way before your time and was trying to travel back here, drunk off blood and the fact that I was a wanted felon. I wound up about a few years behind and was taken in by his daughter, who was basically raising herself. Spent a year there recovering from a time travel mishap when she admitted to me of her power. She was expecting me and therefore wanted me to bring her along. Well, at the last week of me staying I got so annoyed with her nagging I agreed, that was also when her father decides to show up out of the blue. He notices a giant time hole in the air, his daughter holding some strangers hand, and the fact of us walking though. Following us he wound up here on an extremely hateful term with me, his daughters explanation cooled his head to where he has to annoy and ruin my life but we have never been on good terms.”
 
As she spoke her shadows slowly dissipated and she calmed, as she walked to lean on a barrel her clothes changed without warning and turned into the ones she wore when she was leaving the bar. This meant either trouble was near or she was hungry. Xzilia talked about how a warp hole opened and that she did, right in front of her she subconsciously opened a time hole. A rough wind blew about whipping up debris and her hair and coat.
 
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RB-  Listening to Xzilia with a raised brow, it was now becoming clear that she was nothing short of extraordinary.  The fact that she was able to transport herself and others to another dimension in time and space meant she was a time traveler – the kind that was only spoken about in legends.  Louis had his own secrets, and trinkets that he had gained along the span of his un life, but it did not compare to what Xzilia was.  Did it change the way that he felt about her?  No, it did however clear up some of the questions that he had in his mind.  Being a vampire as long as he had been, he had stayed youthful for so long, but his mind and his cold heart were old…very old.  She was far older.    At least now, the annoying little girl and her father were no longer bothering them, since Xzilia had scared the chap off with her scythe.  He could hardly blame her for the way she acted, he was far from amused at their familiarity.  
As he was about to speak, Xzilia changed in her appearance – to the very same clothing that she was wearing when he first met her.  Why did she change?  The answer to that came quickly afterwards, with the opening of what must have been a time portal.  Wind blew about them both, and as he watched her hair flying about, her coat lifting and falling with the wind gusts, he could see she was about to leave him.
Did she bring this about on purpose, or did this time not have what she needed.  Louis went to reach for her, just as a powerful wind blew him back and he tumbled to the ground out of her reach.
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DC:   She looked at him snapping out of a trance when he went tumbling. Not something that usually happened, shew wanted him with her but then again she wanted to surprise him with another gift. She smiled lovingly and whispered the tree magic words through the wind. She would be back in an hour, all he had to do was watch for the hole as she entered and it closed.
 
The wind ceased and she walked the silent black void of the Shadow Whisper, it had been awhile since she did this. Xzilia arrived at a particular time in an ally, a few minutes after she Louis followed inside the club. Eyeing Louis’s bike she made her way over to it and inspected it closely, nothing too complicated it could travel well. Placing her hand on the seat she shrank in into keychain size and picked it up. 
 
Before she left however, she eyed to two beefy bouncers and found her stomach growling in pain. “Food, they will be food for giving me sarcasm…” And she made her way over, not even luring them completely into the back ally of the club. She gouged out their throats before they turned the corner, and covered in their blood she headed back in time.
 
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RB-  And just like that she was gone.  Louis could hardly believe it.  He scrambled to his feet, and ran a few steps but there was nothing there.  The portal had closed and left him in this time, while she was off….somewhere, doing God knows what.  “Well shit.” he swore, raising his arms up and slapping them down against his side, before running his fingers through his hair once more.  This was when he remembered that he was still covered in blood.  He actually raised an arm and he reeked.  Louis’s face crinkled up as it wasn’t all that pleasant.  With the girl and her father gone, and of course no sign of Louana.
Not knowing how long Xzilia would be, or if she would return, Louis decided he needs to bathe, but where?  In this day and age, it was not like they had bathrooms.  Or even if there would be something he could use on the ship.  Thinking for a moment, he then remembers the tavern.  Maybe they had a wash room there, if he paid.  Course, he had money, so that was not an issue.  With the ship now being worked on, and no need to rush off and fight any more frenchies, he decided to go back up to the tavern and have that much needed wash.
Reaching the tavern, he spoke to the inn keeper, who pointed out where they had a copper bath.  In the room, a young servant girl was ordered to bring heated water from a large kettle out the back.  It would take a while to fill, and Louis took off his clothing behind a screen tossing them onto a chair, where they would be taken to be washed.  Coming out as naked as the day he was born, he stepped into the tepid waters, and sank down  till he was now leaning back with his arms hanging over the sides.
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DC:   Walking back across the black void she found that bubbles were floating up around her. Feeling strange she tried to take a breath only to have lungs filled with water. Freaking out she basically swam to the other end and burst through the surface of the water coughing and hacking over the side. Where the blazes did she end up??
 
After catching her breath she noticed where she was and her eyes widened, knowing exactly where she was now cause her to whip her head to the side and notice she was between the legs of Louis and his smug little face.
 
“Jezzus!!” She shouted and fell out of the tub, smacking her head with a loud crack. Growling in pain she curled into a little ball so she didn’t have to look at Louis. “I brought…” The rest was mumbles. Not only was she soaked but the clothes and blood clung to her as if to say don’t let us go.
 
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RB-  It is the oddest thing to have the water suddenly have bubbles popping as though he had just let one rip.  Course, he hadn’t, which is why his eye twitched.  Suddenly there was a rumble beneath the surface of the water and it was then that Xzilia made her spectacular return from wherever in hell she had been.  Her shrieks however made him second guess himself and he looked down into the waters at his flacid member.  
“What?  Not seen a man naked before?”  He asked her as she fell out of the bath and cracked her head on the stone cold floor below.  She was bloody, wet….and oddly enough curled up in a ball.  Lazily, Louis made his way over to her side of the tub and looked over with his arms folded just hanging outside of the bath.  
“You sure have a way of sneaking up on someone.” Louis shook his head and then suddenly had a wonderful idea.  “This bath is big enough for two.  Why not take off those clothes and let me scrub your back.”
What an offer.
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DC:   Rolling over she looks up at him in a blazing blush. To answer his question, the nearest she seen a man naked was underwear. A 5 billion year old virgin lay in his wake and she basically had her eyes raped by unlucky surprises. However, the offer of a warm bath did sound inviting and she wouldn’t mind if it was with Louis. 
 
Sitting up, her coat making a wet peeling sound, she crawled her way over to him and smiled. Softly pecking his forehead she withdrew his next gift, the bike he rode on the night they met. Considerably smaller and more durable the tiny bike had not broken and could even start with a button pressing. Much better shape than the measly boat.
 
“I went back to get this, didn’t know if you missed your time period or not.” And with that said she stood and started to peel of her clothes, while blushing heavily.
 
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RB-  The blush that rose to her cheeks was an instant hit with Louis.  Nothing beat that.  Nothing at all.  He watched her with a cocky, amused expression as the slow peeling off of her wet clothing began.  Lucky Louis. That was what they should be calling him right now.  It was then that she produced something that he never thought he would see again.  His bike. Mind you, it was the size of something you would dangle on a key chain, but it was all in one piece.
“My bike.”  Yes, it was his bike.  He took it from her and toyed with it for a moment, before setting it on the small wooden stool that was next to the copper bath.  As much as he enjoyed her gift, it was what she was about to do, that he was looking forward to even more.  Louis slid back in the bath and let his eyes drink her in as she started to shed the wet clothing, that landed with a heavy splat upon the ground at her feet.  They had servants there that could pick them up, but that could wait.  He reached for the bath sponge and dunked it into the water, making light waves as he kept looking up at her.
“You’re blushing.  I like it.”  His voice had a deepness to it, as he gestured with the crook of his finger that she get in.  “Just turn around as you get in the bath, and let me do the work.”  Louis had no idea that she was a virgin of course, that was something he would need to find out…for himself.
~
DC:   She bit her lip nervously and made her way to the side of the tub. Spinning around she stepped her right foot in first then her left before sitting. Squeezing her eyes shut she relaxed herself closer to Louis and rand her hands along his lower legs. She felt his eyes always on her and found it to make her happy inside. Heart racing she removed her hands from his legs and played with her nails. What was he thinking right now?
 
Moving her hair out of the way she looked back at him and smiled. She didn’t care what he thought, why would he think so badly of her? 
 
“Louis? I love you.” She hoped the words weren’t too strong she did in fact say those three magic words before she entered through the hole. Would he change his mind since she announced so soon?
 
~
RB-  Louis caught on quickly that she was nervous. It was the nervous way that she bit her bottom lip.  Gone was the wild girl that he had met at the start of their adventures, no this was more like the girl behind her.  One that Louis wanted as much to make his, as he was hers.  She should have known that in accepting her blood, that she was already inside of him.  Now, he wanted to do the same.  But only in a different way.  It was almost as though he could hear her heart racing.  Like a horse galloping across the wide open plains.  He watched as she sat herself back down, and then glanced back over her shoulder.  Her hair carefully moved back so he could see the nape of her neck, exposed – much like the rest of her.  He brought the sponge up out of the water, and it trickled back into the bath, making it the only sound in the room aside from her voice.  Louis started to wash her back, moving his hand across till she said those four words.
His hand stopped midway, the sponge getting squished between his fingers, till he let it fall back in the water.  Louis then used his arms, to wind around and bring her back properly to him, so that her head could rest on his shoulder – her face turned to his.
“I loved you from the first moment I saw you, Xzilia.”  His eyes burning into hers, as he bent his head and kissed her with all the love that he had inside of him.  The water sloshed up and over the bath, as his free hand caressed her lovingly.  There was no rush in his movements, but she would know that with him, she would always be safe.
~
DC:   She questioned why he had stopped, was her words that powerful. Her answer came when he dropped the sponge and wrapped her in his arms. Louis? She didn’t know what to do but accept the warmth she felt when he pulled her closer. Was this his way of love?
 
Love at first sight for him? She wanted to know how that was possible, but didn’t want to ruin the moment as her head was tilted upwards. She stared into his eyes and they spoke volumes as he came in for a kiss.
 
Wrapped in warmth and undying protection she ended the kiss with a giggle; that turned into happy laughter. She was aglow in her shadowy arts, the only light shining. She turned to Louis and rested her head on his chest as she giggled softly.
 
“Stone cold and sarcastic falling for me so easily, and being a vampire pirate.” Her fingers traced his chest gently, gathering little water droplets along the way.
 
~
RB- Was love at first sight possible?  Was the fact that this minx being able to create holes in space and time possible?  Truth was, anything was possible if you wanted it badly enough.  She reciprocated his kiss, and welcomed it with a shy giggle.  This then turned into greater laughter, as she relaxed within the tepid waters.  Louis now had an amused expression that she found his statement to be comical, when others might be taking it in a more romantic vein.  Yet the joy of her laughter was melded with the art of her shadow making, and she actually glowed as she spoke.  This showed that she did mean every word she had said to him.  Course, she had to tease him lightly for it – that went without saying.
“When is love ever easy, Xzilia?”  
In any time, regardless of where they would be, the very fact that they could share a tender moment like this would be rare. Her fingers delicately tracing along his chest, as though toying with him.  Louis brought his own fingers up, to wind a lock of her hair around them, deciding to play along with her.  He could sense she was much like a skittered deer in her actions, and then he whispered something that might take her completely off guard.
“Have you ever laid with a man before?”
~
(to be continued)

 

The Captain and Xzilia.

A new fantasy story that is a collaborative with dreamcircle125 of wordpress.  

RB:   The roar of the motorcycle powering down the city lane was heard from quite a distance away.  Punters for the local club were lined up for a night of dancing and drink.  It was Saturday night – not to mention a full moon was out.  The city streets shrouded in a light mist as fog rolled in from the wharves.  The blazing headlight of the motorcycle grew larger, illuminating the shivering club goers.  The tempretures of late had been just above freezing, as the continued snow fall had blanketed the city.  
The harley pulled up just at the curb, in between two cars and the rider backed it in to park on an angle, the engine giving a last growl before he shut the engine off.  The rider slowly removed his helmet, to reveal a shock of black and silver hair, that fell down to cover his eyes from view.  Slowly, he peeled off his gloves and placed them both within the helmet, and then hooked the helmet upon the back of the bike.  
Seeing the crowd moving to get inside, the rider made a mental count of the numbers.  It was clear for anyone to see, that the place was going to be packed. Kicking the foot stand, the rider swung his leg off the bike.  The bitter cold air pinched at his cheeks, and he buried his hands into his pockets, as he ventured towards the club entrance.  The coloured neon lights flashed, offering a shade of red to illuminate the rider’s face as he stood before the bouncers.  The man was known to them, and both stepped aside, to allow him entry.  This was one of his prime hunting grounds, and he was here to feed.
~
 
DC:   The low purrs of blazing hot engine rumbled in as eyes watched the newcomer enter into the crowd of people and bikes. The beings own bike rested between two cars and at the sight of him peeked the curiosity of a youthful killer. Her head cocked to the side with a smile as she stepped from the alley way and towards the throng of people. However, this was a club and entry was harder than stalking and hunting. Bulky bouncers blocked her way just ahead and, slipping through a patch of shadows, she peeled away her casual outfit and emerged completely different. 
Long pale legs strode towards the two men, the click clack of velvet heels echoing on the walkway. Dresses where over rated for her style, she preferred short black shorts showing half her ass and a blood red thong peeking out from the top. A white tee, lettered with unknown texts, covers her C-cup breasts smoothly. As for a coat, she loved a black trench, always did her good when she needed to sleep elsewhere that wasn’t a bed.
Charming looks and an even more charming smile. She looked the part and it was time to act it. Arriving in front of the men her silken voice gave way to venomous words. “Hello. My you two men are quite the treasure for being just bouncers.”
~
 
RB:  The bouncers were from one of those south sea islands.  Dark tanned skin, broad shoulders…and thick necks.  Their eyes hidden behind dark shades as they stared down at the girl that was giving her all in trying to get in.  One even raised a shaped brow at her words, whilst the other let out a loud chuckle – which had his belly roll beneath his black silken shirt.  “Flattery huh?  You hear that Bubba, we be treasures.”  The other bouncer joined in with the banter and he too gave out a laugh that was louder than it needed to be.  “She must really want in, bro.”  The two men glanced at each other, while the crowd started to get restless in behind.  The girl had cut in the line.  Not seeing the harm in it, and due to the fact she was the kind of girl that had men constantly buying drinks, the bouncer on the right lifted the rope and waved the girl on through.
The first thing to see, once you passed through the doors, was the strobe lights that bounced off the walls, illuminating the darkness within.  The heavy pound and throbbing of the bass line was hypnotic, and the patrons were already hard at it on the dance floor.  The DJ was a favorite for a Saturday night, and many had come just to hear his tracks.  He was like a King, lording over his subjects.  Punching his fist out at the crowd in time to the beat.  High above, light sets rolled and rotated sending dazzling coloured beams in all directions.  Girls in white were illuminated by the black lights, which meant that in some ways their garments became almost see through.  
Down at the far end of the bar, the biker was leaning with his back to the timber bar top.  A toothpick was rotating out past his lips, as he surveyed the pulsating throng of bodies.  So many to choose from, it was a virtual meat market.  The rider hadn’t bought a drink.  He didn’t need to.  What he wanted wasn’t exactly on tap.
 
DC:   “What a bunch of sarcastic men.” She hissed when she walked passed the mass of meat. Inside was musky, hot blooded bodies with pulses louder than the music itself. She bit her lower lip as calm brow eyes turned shadowy black. Grey tipped black hair fell down her back as she let it down. The air grew heavier and she strutted to the bar, leaning on her elbows and popping her rump out a bit.
“Barkeep! Give me a 11am Shot!” A drink to get the night started, 11 alcohols in a small glass boiled her blood as she threw back the beverage. Now asking for a weaker drink she turned and eyed a few hot bodies across the masses. Out of most of them they were more sober, and she enjoyed something that fought back.
However she was soon reminded why she made her way into this club as she spotted the male down the bar. Eyes back to brown she sighed and sat down in a stool and watched him for a while. She kept it at simple glances and shy looks, but eventually she just started staring for better information.
~
 
RB:  Dark eyes scanned the night crowd as it moved in a pulsating rhythm with that of the music.  Already Louis was picking out potentials for the night’s events.  A crease of a smile forming as his head nodded in time to the beat.  He wore a black t’shirt and matching jeans with boots, so there was nothing about him that appeared to be overdone or made him stand out in the crowd.  His eyes however, oh they were something.  Practically black in colour, the white so sharp as they peered at the crowd beneath his eyelids.  He was about to push off the bar, when he felt the gaze of another now settled upon him.  Unusual as that was, he turned his head towards a girl that had been downing shots at the other end.  
Louis zeroed in on the girl.  Why?  Because he happened to notice the sudden change in the colour of her eyes.  Oh…..so he had competition.  No human could pull off a trick like that.  So instead of making his way to the dance floor as he had planned, Louis instead started to walk towards the girl.  Now, she had brown eyes, but he knew what he had seen.
Sidling up along side her, he stared straight ahead at the barkeep.
“Water.”  
His fingers strummed the bar, while he leaned forward. He eventually turned his head towards her and said…
“You’re new here huh?”
~
 
DC:  He was dressed to hide, but there is always something different about a man with unknown power. She smirked as he scanned the room, bobbing his head to the music, and twirling his toothpick. When he spotted her she looked awya and had her finger rim a shot glass before she tossed it back. The liquid warmed her throat for a split second then faded and when she went to look back at the man she noticed he was moving towards her.
She turned her head and waited for him, continuing to rim her glass. She could smell his blood, musky with a rich spice. She heard him speak to her, something about being new, and she turned towards him with a small smile.
“Yes, a little. I don’t like entering into bars and clubs.” She nips the inside of her lip and smiles.
~
 
RB – Louis smirked when watching the girl reply to him with that way about her.  Sure, she was new alright.  Pinching the edge of his toothpick, Louis took it out from between his teeth and tossed it into an ashtray, before leaning heavier on the bar top.  The barkeep placed the frosted glass of water in front of Louis, before going back to serving the other thirsty patrons.  Drumming his fingers lightly upon the wooden top, it would be easy to see that his nails were filed almost into sharp points.  It was unusual for a man to have nails in this fashion, but he didn’t have them like that purely for cosmetic reasons.  Around his neck, he wore a strange pendant, that looked to be some sort of crest.  Like a coin that had been hand pressed a couple hundred years ago and the chain looked to be like lead.  Louis also had an arm guard that was made from braided leather and quite worn.  With his sort of windswept and interesting appeal, you could be forgiven for thinking he had stepped off the set of some pirate movie.  Except his clothing was a little more suited to the modern era.  His left cheek had a jagged scar that ran down just below his eye.  It had long time healed but its prominance certainly meant he was a man of action – not one of words.
The left corner of his lip twitched ever slightly as he started to push the glass around, almost absently.  Oh, he had already taken a good whiff of her scent and had seen the change in her eye colour, so you could say that he was on to her.
Without warning, he said.  
“See anything you like?”  
~
DC:   She grinned and turned around, resting her back on the bar. Hair fluttering again she pointed across the room casually to some now buzzed patrons in the somewhat VIP area. 
“Those six over there, they have drank a bit more when I first seen them, but they still seem sweeter than the rest of the tedious ones.” Her brown eyes glowed as she turned to the man. The flashing lights gave her color, but the black lights made her glow as if she was standing naked under a full moon. 
With this said she lowered her finger and turned back to the bar ordering another shot, looking at the man. 
“So, why do you ask? Are they yours instead?” She didn’t know what he meant, but hey he seemed to be either amused or challenging. She liked a fight in her dinner, maybe even in bed, but with someone of equal strength that she don’t know she wouldn’t bother with that. 
~
RB – Louis perked a brow, and happened to glance over his shoulder at the VIP area that the girl had just pointed out.  So she was on the prowl.  Nailed it.  By the way Louis reacted however, he didn’t seem to give a toss about the crowd that she had her eyes on.  If that was what she wanted to feed on….all the luck to her.  In fact, he might even want to see her technique in catching her prey.  Anything beat having to watch some of the people attempt to dance on the floor.  The more they drank, the worse they got.  You could tell that Louis was not the kind of man that tried to show off in front of others.  Not like half the blue shirts that were in the club.  Business executives on their night away from their families – trying to impress any girl with a good set of legs.  Louis had seen it all before.  
Watching the girl turn back towards the bar, Louis stayed silent for a moment, only going back to stare straight ahead.  He gave off this really cold exterior, that may be considered to be intimidating at best.  It may make her wonder, or even second guess herself at his intent.  Again, he drummed his nails upon the timber top – but if she cared to listen he made the same pattern of sound…again…and again…and again.  It was almost hypnotic in a way.  What was his game?
“You’d know if they were mine.”  His voice had a gravel like quality to it.  He didn’t even look at her as he spoke.  He lifted a boot up onto the foot rail below, and she might hear an odd tink sound of metal from his heel.  Who was this guy?
~
DC – She raised a tempting eyebrow, was he trying to get her curious about him? He didn’t have to try so hard, she actually wanted to drink from his veins and learn all he is. However, more important things were at foot when her targeted food began to leave.
“Crap, what bad timing.” She curses as her clothing changes in a veil of shadows. She now wears tight black pants, tank, and weaponized combat boots all her casual wear. She looked at the man and took his glass of water, sipping it. “I hope we can meet again, I want to learn more about you.”
She follows the VIP group out the door with a flap of her coat. 
~
RB-  At the precise moment that the girl started to change, Louis’s finger drumming came to an abrupt halt.  He didn’t even have to look behind him to see that the group that the girl had in her sights were on the move.  The vampire’s hand pushed the glass of water back as he stood up to full height. His chin rising as he did so, and this was when the girl would get a far better look at him.  Rugged, and with a light stubble across his chin and just up the sides of his cheek, like a shadow almost.  He had no intention of drinking the water that he ordered, all that was for show.  
Giving a sideways glance towards Little Miss Combat, he wet his lips with his tongue and then you could see the small flash of one of his dog teeth.  She made her farewell speech and that she hoped to see him again.  He didn’t say a word.  Didn’t bat an eyelid, but those eyes did follow her as she left the club, going after the group from the VIP section.  As the door closed, he reached in his pocket and took out an old time piece.  He flipped up the silver hood and then grinned as he started to count down.
“5…4…3…2…”
In that moment he simply vanished in a blur of silver and black, leaving the barman looking bewildered.
The door was thrown open by some force….but what, before it flapped back and forth on it’s hinges.
~
 
DC – Raising the last kicking body into the air the terrified woman now faces death. Her friends lay scattered across the ground of a parking lot about a block away, why are humans so foolish. She screams with such force her voice becomes raspy before Xzilia’s teeth sink into the woman’s neck, blood bursting into her mouth and streaming down her chin. When she finishes she tears a chunk of her neck out and drops the body, gnawing on the flesh.
Shadows pour out of her body as she twirls a knife in a bored fashion. Cracking her neck she begins to walk away with a yawn.
“That was quite impressive, they actually managed to scratch me.” She chuckles and begins to head home, she was in need of a shower to wash the blood away.
~
RB-  Never…ever talk to yourself when someone could be watching you.  Someone was.  Oh yes, he had enjoyed the spectacular blood letting and frenzied style of this girl, but she appeared to be just a little cocky….and a whole lot of sloppy.  As she twirled her knife and let out a yawn, walking away from the scene of chaos and blood, a hand would reach around and clasp over her mouth, while the other hand seized her wrist and gripped it with a force that was so strong, it could easily snap bone like a twig.  That same musky scent that the girl had encountered within the bar, was now wafting all around her.  Louis had a funny way of saying hello.  His body pressed hard up against her back, and he bent his head enough so she could feel the slight stubble against her ear, as he whispered coarsely.
“I could do more…than scratch you, lovey.”
His nails started to sink into her flesh as he started to lick earlobe.  His breath was surprisingly cool, but his body….that felt like it was on fire.
~
DC – Eyed widened, she was suddenly restrained. She attempted to look behind her however HE wouldn’t let her. With her wrist being squeezed she dropped her knife, but with the other hand she gripped his arm and tried to pull it off her mouth. Then she felt his stubble and his oddly cool breath against her skin as he whispered his sweet words.
“Mmmph!” 
Words muffled she trembled against his body as he licked her. It felt great, not the licking, but his body. The heat radiated from it and it felt toned as ever, at leased she hoped. However, she aslo didnt like being restrained either, therefore she began to free herself. Shadows began to wrap around the man and constricted him, eventually pulling him off and pinning him to the ground. She too now sit on him, straddling his waist.
“You dare to grab me from behind?”
~
RB-  What a nimble little minx this girl was turning out to be.  Some women actually like a bit of rough and tumble, but this girl – she didn’t like being silenced.  She fought with might and let out a loud sound that could have been a swear word, had it not been muffled by his hand.  But while she tried to say one thing, her body said another.  Oh the sweet talk a body makes when faced with danger.  The shiver like tremble that could be felt across his skin gave him all the more reason to want to taste the divine flesh of her being.  She smelt of a fresh kill, and that was just how he liked it.
With the clever use of her shadow manipulation, the girl wound him up in enough that would allow herself to be freed, and in doing so she managed to force him back and pin him to the ground.  He landed with a dull thud against the cement, but to his delight, the woman then straddled him, so he had a fantastic view of her well shaped breasts.  
“I like a little back door, but…hey…I would never say no to a girl that liked to be on top.”
Louis had a wicked gleam to his eye, as he made a grab for her hips, and then swung her over so he was now on top of her and she was the one pinned to the ground beneath him.  Her hair splayed out open the concrete that framed her delicate face like it was a picture worth painting.
He gripped both her hands with one and held them over her head as he leered down just inches from her face.  He was panting like an animal, his dark eyes burrowing into hers with a ferocity that she may find shocking.
“This is better…”
~
DC:   She smirked flexing her hands, his grip was tight and the view she had was quite pleasant. She paused for a moment and tilted her head, eyes a hypnotic sea of black. Shadows swirled from the ground as she began to sink down. 
“You want to play well lets play darling.” And she pulls him into the hole with her. The place they enter is black as night, and slowly they float to the ground with liquid to their ankles. She is bare, pale as the moon with not a cloth on her body as she raises her hands. She giggles as a weapon forms from the liquid below.
“I’m sorry, but you seemed persistent to play ‘Restrain Me’ therefore I brought you to a world of equality. MY true hunting grounds, the Shadow Whisper. You can have all the power you had in that weak world, but i have upgraded.” She begins striding around him dragging the forming weapon.
~
 
RB –  Slipping into the black hole that had been formed from the woman’s shadow manipulating ability, the vampire soon found himself floating to the ground which was covered in a sickly black substance.  In this reality, the woman is now without cloth – bare naked as the day she was born.  The vampire however, oh he was still wearing the same garb as he had in the club.  Everything.  From the pocket watch that he had pulled out of his pocket to check the time, to the special crest pendant that he wore on a special chain around his neck. THEN there was the leather gauntlet that seemed to be fashioned from leather.  But what kind of leather you may ask?  So many mysteries to the man that had yet to be unlocked by the woman, who so boldly now strutted around Louis like a tiger that was stalking her prey.  She didn’t get it yet, did she?
This woman, whose name remained unknown certainly felt that she had the upper hand in this world of her creation.  Spun from what was like miasma (miasma (Μίασμα, ancient Greek: “pollution”), a noxious form of “bad air”, also known as “night air”.), but if that were the case, he would feel a sense of nausea, or at least a foul smell to the air.  No this was definitely shadow manipulation at its finest.  An art that was known to few.  He had to admire her persistence at not wanting to be restrained.  Unlike many submissives that craved such attentions – especially in being tied up or bound.
Louis tugged lightly on the leather gauntlet that he had around his wrist, and it started to weave slowly up his arm, like a snake slithering.  Oh, sure.  She was full of surprises….but so was he.
Louis must have been at least seven hundred or so years old.  From a long line in Europe, he had lived, died, and seen so much that this world and the other had to offer.  To find a girl with this much talent, and able to draw him out of the mortal world was remarkable, to say the least.  Was he intimidated?  Hardly.  If anything, he was most amused.
The medallion around his neck shimmered as he started to golf clap her efforts.  She might have viewed this as him being chauvinist, but on the contrary – he was impressed.
“So, Miss.  Do you plan to use that?”  He gestured to the forming weapon, as watched her with eyes black as death.
~
DC – She noticed his sudden changes and debated her next decisions carefully, what would she do? She giggled playfully and licked her lips as the massive blood scythe finished being created. 
“Oh no sweetness, this special weapon is for you. I may not scare you now but I will make you think twice before attempting to restrain me.” She lifts the scythe then spins it skillfully over her head before stopping, not wanting to feel like a stuck up show off. She gripped the shaft and walked it to the male, holding it out for him to take. 
“Its an extra boost for your own, powers.” She giggles cutely and tilts her head, breasts bouncing softly.
She took the time to study his medallion closely and hummed some with a grin. Looking up at him she winked seductively and began to step backwards exposing herself to any and all attacks he has to show her.
~
RB-  Now, its one thing to be in the black world of this girl’s creation.  It’s another to start trusting a smiling cat that suddenly wants to offer you a gift when she is bouncing about all cutesy like.  Louis merely glanced down at the offered handled and smirked.
“Mother always said, never take candy from a stranger.”  
He had a definite grin when he said this, as the girl was suddenly going from being defensive to being coy and cute like a mouse.  Did she really think he was that gullible?  Louis took a moment to see that she had been staring at his chest and of course the medallion that rested on a light cushion of chest hair.  She was humming and grinning.  Winking at him as though she was now on display for any nocturnal desires that he might have.  Sure, she had the body that could make a man turn to jelly, but Louis was made of harder stuff.  
Dancing about now, with not a care in the world.  Like a big red target was painted on her rump, one that he wanted to smack, just to spite her.
“You’re a very naughty girl, lovey.”
His fingers reached up and he started to stroke the pendant gently, and as the girl stepped backwards she would hear his voice coming from in behind her….though…he was also standing in front of her.
“Like a ghost from the wind, he comes from the sea. And trembles the foe, like a storm on the lee.”  
Her own black shadow formations begin to swirl like that of a rough and ready sea.  Raising up higher and then crashing down around the trio.  How was it he could be in two places at once, and why did he speak like a pirate?  She might just want to know, who she brought down into her world, for he was certainly not one of either….
~
DC:   Impressive, but unfazed. She had to admit that he had more power than she thought but she wasn’t using power or techniques. Dopplegangers was something simple, she could make millions with no effort. The only effort she would put in was physically resisting the urge to tear him to pieces in this world. That is what this place was made for, utter and complete killing.
She drew in a long deep breath and filled her lungs. Lacing her fingers together she closed her eyes and released the breath as two bloody pillars smashed into both bodies, one obliterated and the other being thrown to the side. Black blood shadows form as she opens her eyes and tilts her head forward looking at the man. 
“Stop toying with me, show me something impressive or I’ll make you mine.” She sighed heavily wanting something other than show now. A fight, some action, something than watching him get all charged up.
Now she moved, but instead of taking a step her body became blood and she sunk into the liquid below and threw him into the air. 
“Hurry up!”
Her fist slammed into his gut and she sent him back into the ground, blood covering his body as one article of clothing has now disappeared from his body.
~
RB-  The mouse did not enjoy the game that had been played, though she thought that she was in full control in this world of her making, she underestimated the man before…and behind her.  All the while that they had faced each other, the slithering leather of his gauntlet was moving up and over his arm, crossing underneath his fabric and winding around and around his body, while the medallion was actually moving within it’s centre.  It was very much alive.  The image was of a serpent that was wound around a sword.  The woman’s distaste for him was now evident in her facial expression, her patience wearing thin.  A crude grin was forming as she snarled and then inhaled deeply – a breath that would fill her lungs to capacity.  From this action, she brought her hands together as she closed her eyes and released two blood pillars. One to hit the man behind her, the other to hit the man in front.  Louis took the hit on full – it sent him spiriting across the void, while the man behind her simply dematerialized as if he was never there at all.  
Louis rose slowly from the black shadow like sludge as she came at him, barking like a junk yard dog that she wanted to see something that would be impressive…something she could fight against.
“You want me to unzip my britches?” 
Oh he hadn’t lost his sense of humor that was a fact.  Clearly enjoying this out pouring of emotion and hate.  The more she did it, the more he enjoyed it.  But then, she decided to take matters into her hands, going for a full body blow.  As she slammed her fist into his stomach, which was incredibly hard, unlike that of a human male, his right hand shot out and snatched at her wrist as they made contact.  Closed in quarter combat.  Oh how he had craved for this.  The strange leather that had been curling around his body was now able to be used effectively. Eyes and a head appeared for the gauntlet was actually a sinister serpent, and the fangs bore down upon her flesh  – sinking deep into her skin, while Louis grip only got stronger.  He was holding this..naked woman right up to his body and he growled down fiercely so she could not escape his words…
“With a bone cold glare, and a sneer on his lips; he has a cannon by his side…and a snake upon his wrist.”
His free hand snatched at her hair behind her head, and brought her in for a crushing kiss, to seal her fate. For the fair maiden….there would be no escape.
~
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DC:   Vile man! He was able to catch her off guard with that wicked bracelet and a surprise kiss. Whatever he did she didn’t like it as a throbbing pain slithered up her arm  and her lips tingled. However, it wouldn’t render her useless, didn’t make a dent yet it seemed. When she was planted back on ground her arm was limp and she glared down at it distastefully, would she have to loose a limb to fight?
“What a good trick, maybe I can show you one of mine too…” Slowly the liquid boiled and rose around her as armor now formed. She would get serious now, and a bit playful, as she now wielded a bastard sword with a length of 5′ in total. 
Gold and ruby red text, ancient to the royal vampires, was inscribed unto the sword as she walked like a puppet now. A cracked grin formed, small but unsettling to most. she advanced towards him as a coppy of herself rose from where she once stood, then another, and another,
“Show us what ya got, Louis…show us what we want!” Voices that happen in nightmares now echoed around him, giggles of dark happenings. There were only about fifty women surrounding him, but each had a different weapon. From bows, pikes, swords, spears they were all unique to the royal family as crests and antiques.
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RB – So many beautiful women, and all doppelgangers like the one that started this game.  From what was a simple girl from a night club, this woman had demonstrated powers that were to some beyond imagination.  She begged….no, pleaded for him to show his power, and well, one hates to disappoint.  But in the same breath there is a rule in combat. Never show all your cards at the start.  The bite from the wrist snake was just a taste of what he could do, but now in order for the girl to continue the fight, she was resorting to armor.  And one hell of a bastard sword.  Oh if this was the main act, he was going to love the encore.
Seeing all the bevy of beauties coming at him with a variety of weapons, from bows and pikes, to swords and spears, the Vampire had fleeting memories of being caught up in a battle similar to this one – long ago.  1578, to be precise.  But back then his lady was no slip of a girl.  She was something much…much larger.  
“Show us what ya got, Louis…show us what you want.”  The women cried in a chorus that grew and echoed around him.
“How one man can please so many….as much as I am tempted, I have to decline.”  
He took out his pocket watch and then flipped open the silver top.  Inside the watch mechanism sounded and this only grew.  Tick toc tick toc.  This was no ordinary watch.  A wind started to pick up and whistled all around them as the women encircled him.  If they bothered to look down, the shadow like liquid was starting to change.  lapping at their feet and now rising up their legs as it got deeper.  
“You may control the shadows, my dear – but I control something far more powerful”
The roar of something coming out from the darkness would have all those pretty lassies turning their heads.  The creak and groan of timber flooring and the slapping of massive sails as a ship came into view.  A massive sailing ship.  A rope was thrown down and the vampire caught it on the full, as the ship ploughed right for the gathering of girls.  Climbing up the rope, he clamored over the side as there was a light that appeared – like a rip or tear in the world of the girl’s making.  The ship was going to sail right through it.
 
DC:   Swords at the ready that ship ripped through them, but not unscathed. They collided metal against wood, shards embedding into their fading bodies. Floating in the sky was the original Xzilia as she giggled against the surprise she brought along, he was not easily tempted at all but how hard would he fight to get out of her play land. She laughed happily and raised her hand, strengthening the winds to blow that man and his ship straight for the unknown light at the end of the tunnel.
What would be on the other side? It certainly wasn’t the end of her fun, even if he didn’t want to fight she would allow him to think he was to leave. As he passed through the bright whiteness there was a shrill eek awaiting him. Him and his tiny toy boat came bursting out of a very large cup of coffee and onto a table. From above is a worried looking Victorian lady, caked in white makeup and ruby lipstick plastered on her lips.
“What in heavens name!!!” She squealed before finding hands snap her neck. Xzilia looks down at the boat and glares distastefully before picking it up gently?
“Lets find you some water sailor.” And away she turned, wind whipping violently as she walked.
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RB- The ship lurched and then fell on its side when it washed out of the large coffee cup.  It was the size of the head of a teaspoon, and Louis was smaller than an ant.  Not exactly the Pacific.  Everything was huge, no…gigantic.  This wasn’t exactly his port of call either, and seeing the enormous Victorian lady having a right fit, only to be killed off by an enraged Xzilla only made matters worse.  Before he could do a thing, aside from hold onto the side of the ship with all his worth, Xzilla picked up the tiny ship with the intent of taking it somewhere, where there was water.  In the Victorian era???  Louis may be tiny, but he still had his fighting spirit as he was now being carried away by this She mountain.  Being so small did have it’s advantages.  He ran across the bow of his ship and launched himself at one of her fingers.  Climbing up like you would a mountain climber till he could find his way to her arm.  He was so small, it would be hard to spot him.  Like a flea on a dog.  
Climbing higher and higher, he got in under her clothing and used her hair…the very fine strands of it, to help assist him in this climb.  He knew where he had to go, in order to have some affect, but it was going to take some time before he got there.
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DC- She made her way out of the house and stopped a carriage with a high whistle, it slowed to a stop and she told the man where to go before climbing in. Unlike a taxi it wasn’t fast but only bumpy as she looked down at the ship calmly. Lifting it higher she decided to attempt to look at the details while she could, until the carriage bounces and the ship flew from her fingers.
“Ack! No!!” Fumbling she was able to catch it, but not without breaking off the sails and completely tearing the fabric to shreds. She cursed to herself and sighed heavily, deciding that less damage was to be done if she just folded her hands.
Minutes passed and the carriage stopped at their destination. She smelt it even before she arrived, the seaport of the city. As she stepped out a brisk wind caught her hair and fluttered it with a few loose leaves, it was cooler than the warm air and she smiled. 
“Here we are Sailor, water…” Shoving through the thick throng of people was almost hazardous. Fish mongers and more handy men were bustling about to tend to the demanding needs of their marketeers (customers). Eventually, with some strength, she was able to make it to a quiet part of the port and knelled down to place the boat in the water.
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RB- When the tiny boat was placed into the water, it really did look kinda sad.  I mean, she broke the main sail and the other sails were shredded and torn.  From Louis’s view, it was as if had gone ten rounds with the Spanish armada.  Appearing on her shoulder now, he stared the long way down to where she had just placed his ship.  The look on his face turned grim, as he then stared up at her face.  Truth be told, he was not liking her very much at this point.  Scaling her hair like it was the ropes from a ship, he made his way to her ear, and managed to climb out so that he was just inside the opening.  This was when he decided to speak, because, she was bound to hear him.
“I should be grateful that you don’t wax, lovey.”
It had helped him gain his way up onto her head. The very very tiny vampire then started to prod and feel about for a nice juicy piece of skin.  Finding just the right piece that was from the inside of her ear, he bit down on it.  HARD.  This was bound to annoy her greatly.  But he wanted to give her a little something for damaging his ship.
Taking in enough of her blood, he stepped back and wiped the back of his mouth before he started to feel the change begin to occur.  Louis was beginning to grow, and he made a run for it, out of her ear and down her shoulder, before appearing on the ground behind her in full size.  Her blood really had something in it for that extra kick.
Pushing himself to standing, he brushed a bit of ear wax off his shoulder, before staring down at his teeny tiny ship.
“You owe me…one ship.”
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DC – She bit her lower lip as she watched the tiny ship bob lazily around. She groaned as she looked at the pieces in her hand then at the boat. Expression changing she nodded with confidence, she could fix this. Before she could react however she heard a whisper in her ear and she whipped her head around to find nothing there. Then a small pinch came along and she yelped as she rubbed her ear noticing Louis soon behind her. 
An eyebrow raised and she turned back to the ship just as he was. Owe him a ship, she planned on doing even better for the Sailor, for what he didn’t know was that now they were in her time period. She stood and turned to him with a smile and nod. 
“I will give you a new ship and this one if you so desire! Just you watch!” She snapped her fingers and the ship grew to normal size, shadows dissipating from around it. “Just wait here okay!” 
She darted off and into the port. Thirty minutes passed and she returned with some people to fix his beloved boat. She gave a demanding point with such a serious face and shouted her orders. 
“Alright men, you will earn your pay when that boat is in tip top shape!!” They shouted with confidence and ran towards to boat, tools in hand. Pulling it to shore they braced it on the sandy beach, since the port for fixing ships was full, they would fix it here.
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(to be continued)