"Tie into sex scene":

Running the comb through her hair Jessica stared blankly into the mirror. She thought about the last hour…and smiled. It was more than she could have ever dreamed. Was it wrong to want more? Someone knocked at the door.

"Lady Jessica?" A young vampire boy asked, peeking in from the door.

"Yes?" Jess asked turning, "Come in." The boy opened the door fully but didn't enter.

He was short. With bright blond hair, sky blue eyes, and wearing dirty dress clothes. But no jacket. "Sorry ma'm but I'd rather not." He shifted nervously from side to side, "Umm, Master Jean wishes to see you."

"Tell him I'll be right there." She smiled a reassuring smile. The boy did his best to mirror it before leaving down the hall at an astounding pace. Jessica finished with her last knot and, grabbing her sweater, headed down the passageway to the commune hall where she'd parted with him.

The corridors were dark, lit by torches placed ever so often along the wall. Doorways and other passages opened up on either wall to places she didn't know. She felt rather lost, but quickly found her way by the markings on the ceiling.

Stepping into the massive hall Jess looked about. Where in god's name could he be? There were vampires everywhere. Running too and fro, faster than her eyes could track. Unexpectedly a hand grasped her shoulder, "Lady Jessica?"

Jumping from the start Jess caught her breath, "Yes?"

Smiling Mr. VVVV bowed and said, "Master Jean wishes to see you, I am instructed to lead you to him." Pointing with a hand he stepped out and led the way through the crowd to a more secluded part of the hall. He spoke as he walked. "The Master is preparing his armor. It is custom for warriors to wear full armor when the declaration is made."

Nodding, new questions popped into Jess's head. Armor? Declaration? This is all so confusing…

They arrived at a door. This one however was different, it wasn't elegant and gold trimmed. This door looked old, its wood had lost the shine and polish of the others, and had an iron lock and handle. When VVVV opened it and they walked in a strong smoke smell hit Jess and made her nostrils burn for a short second before she became acclimatized.

The inside was dark, light by randomly placed candles that fell on tables or hung from the walls.

Stepping into the light Jessica gasped. Jean's armor was astonishing. The Chest plate was a deep, flat black metal that extended down over his pecks. Then a modular, split up piece covered his middle section and back. The split up section was made up of small, overlapping pieces of metal that made the body armor more flexible and allowed for crouching down. Also on the back were small armored plates that extended down his back and made it look like he had an enlarged, rock-hard spine.

The arms were covered in the same, midnight metallic armor. Parting in a few places allowing flexibility. His shoulder plates were large and covered in markings of some type. Jess guessed they were of rank and achievements.

Down his legs the armor extended and the knee plates, chin plates, and boots had intricate designs and spirals carved into them. Jean's belt was made of a black leather and he was strapping on assorted objects and weapons.

"It's…" Jessica trailed off. She was lost for words.

Smiling Jean took up his sword and strapped it to his back. "Impressive?"

She smiled back, "Very. Amazing is a better word."

He grinned. Then took her hand and walked out of the room down the stone chamber.

The armor was warmer than she thought. Not cold like metal.

As they entered the grand hall many other Vampires joined them. All filing in from different doors and passageways. Most were in armor. But many weren't, most unarmored were woman.

Jess tugged at Jean's arm, "Why aren't there many women dressed in armor?"

"Although the females are strong. They don't usually fight. Just the way it's been."

Nodding she followed Jean to the middle of the hall. She also noticed that all of the adolescents were armored. She wondered if they were all going to fight.

Far up front sat the council. They were all in black robes. Everyone seemed to be wearing black. The hall was almost full, only a few spaces were left along the sides.

Lord Arkas stood. His booming voice filled every inch of the room. "Hello everyone. I regret to be meeting everyone like this. But it is necessary." He paused and took a sip from his chalice of blood, "War is upon us friends. The humans think they can eradicate us." He paused again to let that sink in, "They are wrong."

A huge cheer ran through the hall. The council had voted on going to war. Everyone was happy, everyone but her.

Instead of joy and bloodlust all Jess could feel was sadness, and sorrow. Her lover was going to war. That was something you read about. Back in the forties and seventies. Not now, not in her lifetime. She tugged on Jean's arm.

"Yes?" He looked down and immediately read her discontent. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Jess asked, hafting to shout over the booming voices of the vampires around her, "What's wrong? You're going, leaving to go fight people with better weapons and more numbers. Why should I be happy?"

"You doubt our abilities. We won't loose." Jean gave a sympathetic look, trying to make her feel better. "Don't worry love, the fighting will only last the night."

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"Can I have some?" Jessica asked eyes full of wonder.

Jean looked at her amused, "You'd like to try some of it?"

"Well," she squirmed in her seat and blushed, "What is it?"

Hans said, "We call it Red Rum. It's good. But I think it might be a little much for you…" He left his words hanging.

"Let her try it." Marion said as she pulled back her long blond hair so she could watch.

Jessica extended her hand and took the metal mug. She brought it up to her lips and inhaled. It smelled sugary and sweet, but strong. She took a sip.

The warm liquid fell into her mouth. It was sweet, very nice and soothing. She gulped. Immediately her throat took to flames and she began to cough.

They all laughed.

"What," Cough, "Is…it?"

Hans replied, "It's a mix of blood and Rum. An eighty twenty mix." He grinned.

"Eighty of what?" She asked astonished.

"Rum," they all said at once. Then they took to laughing again.

Jessica just sat there pouting, then grinned. "Can I have one of my own?"

Laughing again Hans poured her a mug and slid it across the table. She took it up and sipped. Again it was sweet, but then when the drink touched her through she harked and coughed.

"You know what?" Hans exclaimed happily, "I think she likes it."

Between coughs Jess stuck out her tongue.

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Yanking out the spike Jean fell back in pain. The hole was slightly larger than his thumb and didn't bleed, this surprised Jess.

"Quickly." Jean said extending his hand, which shook violently from pain, "Give me the antidote."

Unconsciously shaking her head Jess said, "But you'll die. Marion said it would kill you." Just then a Hunter came crashing down the slope and fell in a heap on top of Jean.

Roaring with pain Jean activated his wrist blade and, grabbing the hunter by the through, gutted him. Suddenly WWW crested the hill. "Damn mahn, dat vas a close-un."

Grinning Jean gritted his teeth and replied. "Yeah no kidding. Now would you give me than damn…" He cringed, the poison was making its way deeper into his system, "Now! Come on!" Rushing forward in panic Jessica pulled off the injector's cap and, with Jean's help, she removed his armored thigh and stabbed the needle in.

As the needle entered his leg, and the remedy in his bloodstream, Jean's body began to go cold, then numb. Smiling he stared into Jess's eyes. "Revive me…I know you can. Give it…" He winced, he was loosing it. His eyes were becoming darker and darker, "Three hours." Then he looked up to WWW to make sure he was getting this too.

Nodding WWW said, "Don't vorry mahn, we'll get ya back in dis' vorld.

Biting down Jean fought to stay conscious. The antidote was working faster than he'd expected. "I…i…l…lov…" He blacked out.

"I love you too." Shaking him Jess screamed, "No wake up! Wake up! I love you!"

Laying a hand on Jean's shoulder WWW bowed his head in prayer. It took only a moment but it was his tribute to this fallen friend. "Come on missy. Ve've gotta' get 'outta 'ere"

Jess wouldn't budge. He's dead. The man I have come to love and want is dead… No, girl keep it together. I can bring him back. But first we need to get out of here. Yes get out. Nodding but not saying anything Jess plucked out the needle and re-applied Jean's armor plate. She looked up to WWW and croaked, "Where?"

"We'll go back to da' mountain. He'll be safe d'ere and you kin' rest."

Sniffling Jessica wiped her nose and got up, "I don't need rest. I just need to get him to safety."

"We vill, we vill." Hefting Jean's corps up onto his shoulder WWW took Jess by the shoulder, and lead her out of the battlefield. Blood was dripping from his mouth and he limped severely, but he went on carrying Jean.

Off in the distance gunshots could be heard, the occasional boom of a grenade… then a scream silenced the night. The fighting was over.

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SEX SCENE-

"So just like that? You're just going to go?" Jess asked nervously

"The council needs to vote on it first, but…" He left it hanging. He knew she knew what he was thinking.

Without warning she launched herself on top of him, and immediately began ripping his shirt off. "Oh Jean."

"Yes?" He asked playfully as he groped her ass and fumbled with her belt.

Not responding Jessica reefed his shirt off and began kissing his neck and face. The warmth inside her was building. She was finally getting what her hormones wanted.

With his shirt off and her hands wandering over his chest Jean began getting horny. He wanted her, wanted inside her. To taste her mouth, and her blood. Waite, her blood. He stopped.

"What?" Jessica asked her hands full of his light hair. "What is it?"

"I…want you…"

Impatiently she replied, "I want you too." She kissed him.

"No, I want you." He emphasized the word, hoping she would understand.

She looked puzzled, "I don't…" Then she got it. "Oh," Jess bowed her head, "Will you be able to control it?"

He kissed her, cursing himself for wrecking the mood, "I think so. If I have to end it please don't…

"I know." Smiling Jessica pushed him down onto the bed and re-began working on his neck.

Feeling horny again Jean felt the rush of Vampiric emotions threatening to take over. But he shunned them down into the pits of his mind. Tonight would be her time, and he would get his blood later. He brought his hands up to her back and ran his nails down. She purred,

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And that's it, that's all she wrote. Have a good one!

- Ben