(Done)Walking in the rain-Ireland-(Mature Content)

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One small hand reached up and made contact with the new immortal's cheek. "The fire will pass quickly, my love." she whispered as she leaned up to kiss his lips gently. If she could have taken it back... Would she have? Her mind was still fuzzy from the loss of her blood, even after feeding, and she was no longer sure what her own opinions on this matter currently were. Of course she was thrilled to the utmost extreme that he would be beside her until one or the oth found their actual Death, but the fact she she had just killed him...
"Morgan... You will never know how much I love you. Never." Duskarie pulled away and took her beloved to the bed with her. And as she lay down, she smiled. He seemed to be taking the change very well, though she could feel that he burned for the fires felt as though they licked all along her spine. More like a tingeling, rath than a burning; but still, the fact remained.
"If I could take away the pain for you, my love, you know that I would." She reached up and pulled him down to her, craddling him against her for once. "The pain. Your confusion and your doubts. All of it would be gone if I but only had the power to make it so." Her slender fingers traced patterns of hearts and spirals over Morgan's skin as they moved up from his hip to his shoulder and then his neck.
"Morgan, I do love you. I would not be hear if I did not. Does it not say anything of how I feel for you that I have spent the last month trying to find you? It means nothing that I have agreed to turn you in order to keep you with me forever, and that I am now holding you in my arms?" She ran her fingers through his hair and traced a pentacle over his heart.
She was trying to remember something important.
With a soft noice of realization, the elder vampiress reached down and snatched up her still soaking wet pants and dug around within the pockets before tossing the black jeans to the side once more. She had found what she was looking for, for a thin, silver chain. Duskarie let the object fall from her hand and dangle from it's holding.
Her ring.

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Morgan could feel her touch clearly, it brought tongues of flames from where he had shoved them to the forefront of his conscience. But these flames were delicious and tantalyzing, dancing over his body. He could feel the emotions that lingered in the truth of her words. He looked at her surprised as every word reverberated in his heart as truth; but then the flames were burning him again, and he gave over to them.

These flames didn't hurt they were sensual and still demanding. They were the tongues of their love as the emotions flowed over him liquid and permanent. He heard her words, and her voice was beautiful; he had never really noticed all the currents of places travelled and the timbre of every syllable. He smiled as he looked up at her from his new position on the bed. He had been so caught up with her voice and the play of light in her hair he had missed the trip to the bed. Hmmm the bed... oh he couldn't wait to try that out and he grinned. He would be forever a twenty one year old man, in the prime of his life; this was going to be a long and enjoyable eternity.

He looked at her with surprise, she held the ring out on a chain and he was mesmerized as it glinted in the light. Morgan smiled warmly and looked up at the silver orb. He moved one hand to open the drawer beside his bed adn pulled out a small box with amythist and sapphire embedded into it in intricate floral patterns. He opened the cover and showed her the precious contents, ancient claddah rings from his great-grandfather and great-grandmother. Their silver braided hands eternally linking the lives of the wearers together. He had taken to looking at them when he thought of her, and now he could show them to her, give one to her.

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The glimmer of braided metal resting within the glittering box made her smile softly as she gently placed the much more simply made band on top of the bed-side table. "They are lovely." her voice was little more than a whisper as she took the box, making sure to be as careful with it as if it were made of glass, and, after shutting it, placed it beside her old ring. Sapphire jewels glittered within her eyes as she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him over onto his back.
"My Morgan..." a purring voice as she leaned down to kiss him. Duskarie's very well cared-for nails raked down his torso until she had reached his hips, from whence she slid the backs of her nails back up to the fresh scarrs that rested on the man's neck. Her kisses grew fiery as she trailed them down Morgan's throat and over where his now-faint heart beat was, nipping at him playfully at random intervals.
Her hand traveled lower as her lips once again found his and she smiled. Need had made her begin to tremble, and she loved it. She'd been wanting hin scince their first encounter. She had been needing him scince he had left her. The woman's hair fell behind her, mostly, in a long flood of silken copper. Though, there were a few stray locks that had decided to fall across her waist as she lay there with him --kissing and nipping at his skin, carressing his length-- propped up on one elbow.
She raised her head and leaned in close to his ear as her hand began to slide over him in a faster motion. "Do you desire for me, love? Would you wish to take me on this night; This first night that we are beside one another as equals? As two halves of the one, broken whole?" Lust and passion had made her voice husky and warm.

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Morgan felt his senses come alive again. The fire raged inside him like a beast. He recognised it for what it was, Lust. "I want you, my Dark Angel, My Queen, he murmured. Every nip sent a wave of heat through his body. He was burning again, but it wasn't bad, it was nice. He had already thought about their union now, he felt less like a liability and he wanted her. He had wanted her since he recognised her in that street in Donegal.

Morgan felt light headed as new senses overtook him, the delicious musky scent of her body, the dew of rain on the gardens outside, and the flowers in full bloom mingled in his throat. He felt a twinge in his teeth, there was a dark sweet scent in the air too... Shit, the gardner. Morgan growled deep in his throat and his eyes flashed a clear crystalline blue that he would have been envious of if he'd seen them on any other person. He had to fight to control his Lust for that warm blood he could smell so distinctly. He didn't need anyone to tell him what it was, his fangs were lengthening.

He groaned in physical pain from the desire for the blood; but then her hand moved on his body again, and he found a new direction to turn the raging need. He moaned in his throat and pulled her to him, he was firm and demanding. "Gods woman, I needed you like I needed to breath, and now you even more."

He gripped her arms pulling her so she straddled his bare body. Her hair fell like a coppery silk curtain around them, and he rose up effortlessly to kiss her, he chuckled as he realized his fangs were a new accessory to learn how to maneuver around. He gently pressed his lips to hers and tasted the scent of his blood there. He moved to caress her skin with his fingertips and grinned up at her after his clumsy kiss. "Lead me down the path of temptation and I shall follow you every time," he said giving her the upper hand for this night. He wanted to please her for their first union as equals.

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Shivers of pure, undeniable joy danced down her spine as she felt his hands grasp her arms and she was pulled over to be on top of him. She had caught the heavy scent of the gardener's blood, but had pushed it from her mind. Being extremely old had it'slovely little advantages. Morgan's clumsy kiss made her chuckle darkly as she lowered her body slowly, pressing her skin to his. She kissed his cheek and his throat, showing him just how heated she was at the moment. Did he really need her that much? At the moment, yes. He needed her to releave the pressure that she could feel building within him.
Another dark chuckle escaped from her slender throat as she slid herself onto him, bent on pleasing him. She had only had sex as a mortal once, and it had been divine... After the pain had finally ended. But her partner had been an immortal. Needless to say, none of her more erotic encounters had been completely mortal ones. Oh well. At least she had never lain with a dog... Er, werewolf, rather.
But all thoughts of such things were erased from her mind as she felt him within her. Need. Desire. So many emotions mixed together as she bent down and leaned close to graze her fangs over her lover's skin. "No longer a mortal..." Her voice was low and seductive as she moved her hips slowly in order to tease him while she pleasured him at the same time. Her nails, when she raked them from his shoulders down to his elbows, left long, red trails on his skin.
"Your eyes..." she murmured as she looked down at him with her own gem-like gaze. "The eyes of the Vampire... Look lovely on you, my love." She pressed her lips to his, ignoring their combined lengthened fangs as her delicate tongue teased at his lips.

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Morgan's mind was a jumble of thoughts, emotions, and the insistent little annoyances that he now could notice. The largest part of his attention; however, was on the woman he loved. He closed his eyes once, and when he opened them he was composed. He returned her kiss, and parted his lips to allow the kiss to deepen. The bloodlust was effectively being turned into raging basal need, good. He kept their lips occupied in a dance of tongues and tender kisses while his hips moved and his legs wrapped around her. He was dealing with the burning quite well, he just concentrated on the burning desire he had for her.

His arms caressed her flesh as he moved to a rhythm as old as time; the dance of making love. Had it ever been like this? No. His senses were magnified, every touch was heated, electric; every place their skin connected burst into new flames. His groans deep in his chest were feral because of thei erotic sensations she was producing in his loins. He had never made love like this.

His passion built, he had needed her so desperately, and now that he had her it was pure bliss. He couldn't read her thoughts, but he could feel another desire outside of his own, and it too was tinged with the ecstatic joy of their union. He liked this and tuned into it as he sped up his rhythm and moved his hand to caress her breast, his thumb passing over the aureola softly. He could feel that she reacted to his touch and he gently squeezed.

Her scent, her reaction to his touch, the powerful burning passion between them sent the beast in his gut into overdrive. He buried his other hand in her hair and cradled her head;his kisses were fiery, and his building release was imminent. He arched his back buried deeply within her heat as he reached the end. He cried her name, the sound and taste of her colliding in his senses, congealing into the lovely creature before his eyes. He could only look at her, because there were no words to utter to define everything that he was experiencing. He knew his eyes would reveal it all as thoughts raced through his mind and emotions overloaded his body. Most definately not mortal, being with her was touching the divine.

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The heat, mixed with his scent that was so much stronger now, and the rythem of their bodies moving against one another. She smiled through their kisses as she raked her nails all along his body. She was hoping that she could keep him destracted just enough that he would not feel the pain of the turning. True, she could not be sure if it would trully be so bad for him, but the others that she had turned... She was weaker than the rest of her kind, her Fledglings tended to be stronger. She had slept the three days of her Turning away, having not felt too much pain. The others had almost died because of it. One of the had died because of it. Her mind raced as she kissed him with more passion than she had known in over five hundred years. Keep him buisy. Keep him distracted. Pray that he can just simply ignore such a terrible pain.
The vampiress moaned out when she felt his hand carressing her brest, felt him teasing at the tender point and squeezing her soft flesh. Her thighs began to quiver from the pleasure he was giving her. His hand wrapped in her hair and holding her close; It made her feel as though she were being subtly dominated, even though she was on top this time and so much older. At almost hurt. Yes, he would be much stronger than she.
Duskarie gave that purring-growling-moan as she felt him release inside of her, making her tight heat feel even hotter. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders as she reached her own exhausting climax. Her thighs tightened as her hands clenched and she cried out before she gave in and collapsed on top of Morgan. His body was so warm against her and she nuzzled against him lovingly.
"I love you, Morgan. Trully, I do." Her voice was so soft as she spoke to him, running her fingers through his hair and over his chest. She gently kissed the place where his heart beat frantically within his broad chest.

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Her assurances of love caused him to look at her. His face broke into a beautiful grin; "I love you My Dark Queen." He stroked her cheek so gently. Her face which had always been lovely in his mind, was so beautiful now. He saw the contours of her bones and the glint of her skin in the light was magical. He couldn't stop touching her, the feel like silk to his fingers. He marvelled at every tiny detail like her eyes; so luminous he knew he would get lost in them if he stared too long. Her hair and the play of light on every strand. It glowed with coppery fire and he touched the long curtain still enveloping their joined bodies.

He was distracted, and having always been a little distractable this was not helping... he kept his gaze on her, and he seemed as if he could just look at her forever. "Duskarie," he sighed. Her name was like a prayer on his lips. It dawned on him again that he had forever to learn everything about her. He grinned as he thought that he loved everything about her, and he was looking forward to everything he would learn in time.

He leaned up and kissed the tip of her nose and then moved to recapture her lips. He realized he was rekindling the fire with his perusal of her features. He shifted his hips and moved her in one soft fluid movement so he was stradling her. He kissed her lips, and down to her neck. "I think an eternity is not long enough to show you how much I love you," he murmured softly in her ear.

He shuddered with anticipation, and as the fire burned through him again. He bent to kiss her with fierce passion, to show her how he burned for her, and to keep his mind off of the burn and on other things.

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What could have possibly been running through his mind as he ran his hands over her much too pale skin? He seemed mesmerized by the way the silvery light played over her bared skin and fiery hair. So many emotions. She felt his love and his passion and his need as all three mixed with her own burning desire. Her name on his lips, and then his lips on her own again. She sighed through their kiss and smiled.
And then she was on her back again, looking up at him while she was pinned really quite comfortable beneath him. He thought that an eternity was not going to be long enough to show her how much he loved her, but he still did not know what an eternity really was. A vortex of time and space and loss seen through an immortal's eyes.
His passionate kissing drew her racing mind away from such thoughts of sorrow and regret at her inner fires burned for him. His need was her own need, and visa versa. He was strong... To withstand the pain of the changing so long was so very rare that Duskarie would not have been surprised if she one day found out that Marques had drugged her so that she would be numb to the pain and too drowsy to feel anything otherwise. "You are different than the others, my love." she whispered as she put her arms around him and held him close. "So very different. So much stronger." She traced her finger tips all along his back and down his sides as she leaned up to plant sweet, butterfly kisses along her beloved's throat and shoulders and chest. Her hands slowly traveled lower over his hips and teased at his length before moving back up to his chest.
"Again, Morgan?" She was amused, even as worry crossed her features. He would need to rest soon and sleep. And he would also need to feed.

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He watched as her emotions played across her lovely features; His eyes feasted on her face and hair and the way the barest of light moved across her features and made her come to new life before his eyes. He could feel the burn creeping up again, and he was fighting against it. Her softly spoken encouragement coupled with her touch against his flaming skin helped him poush the thought back in his mind again for now. It was becoming more insistent, and try as he might to push it back it was still there in his mind. He could feel his heart throbbing in his chest, and he knew his body was fighting against the burning change.

He relinquished his mind to his basal senses and instincts. He still noticed the sad look or was it worry on her features as he took her in his arms and tried to how her how deeply he could feel for her. His actions were desperate and yet tinged with passion and love. He fought the deep burning that was currently warring with his conscience for control of the body. Her kisses were gentle and drew him to the task at hand.

"Duskarie," he murmured as his body took action and he allowed his mind to retreat into that comfortable place of enjoying the sensations and allowing feral reaction to take over. He loved her gently but fiercely. He knew he was fighting so hard and yet he was beginning to lose to the burn and to the pending release. He pushed the climax back down, he wanted to make this last. When he slept, as he would soon he could feel his body losing the battle with the pain, he could not know if she would be there when he woke. He tried to reveal the barest depth of his heart to her through his lovemaking. He was tender and soulful to her with all the caresses and kisses he could lavish on her flesh. He worshipped her in his reptured passion and he finally could hold back no longer.

He moaned low in his throat and pulled her body to his as he climbed over the peak and fell back to earth. He was exhausted, but he fought it still. He could no longer make the burn back down and he held her as it consumed him from within. It's ascent had mixed with his release building as it had and filling him as he had risen above that peak. He couldn't open his eyes for he knew what she would see and he would not let her see him in pain. She had confessed he was not the first she had turned, and some had not survived. He knew he would, his will to live was powerful and he could feel it even through the increasing burn. He released her and lay beside her, his chest was heaving with the effort of his fight for restraint. He hoped she would mistake it for his spent passion. He touched her cheek gently with his fingers, but he still refused to open his eyes.

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She watched him for a moment, holding his hand and pressing her lips to his palm. She knew he felt the pain now. But she could not help him in any way, save for staying beside him until it was over. Tears fell from her eyes as she put her arms around him and pulled him close so that she could cradle him to her. "It will pass, Morgan. I know that you feel it. And I know that it burns you. I feel it through you. Relax, love. I am here, and I will not leave." She moved to prop herself up slightly on the pillows so that she could support his head better as she held him. He felt hot to her touch and she could see that his brow was slick with sweat. 'What have I done?' Her mind raced. No creature deserved such intense pain, and fewer still could remain quiet when they turned. Memories of those that she had turned still haunted her. The screaming and their begging her to just kill them. They had all said that life had never been worth the pain.
She ran her fingers slowly through Morgan's hair as she watched him. She could go two or three days without feeding, so she would not need to leave until he woke from the last stage of the change that would leave him needing blood, and plenty of it. She would call in one of the servents if she needed blood, and again when he woke. Her eyes darkened to the intense and frightening gray of angery storm clouds seen in the daylight horse. She was past sorrow or anger or regret. She had reached the point in her emotional sceptra when she was not even Duskarie any longer. She was just a shell, put there to watch over her latest fledgling and keep him from harming himself. The phase would not last long. She was soon watching him with a dark teal gaze hinted with dark gray.

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He could not have resisted any longer, and although he hated to have her there when he knew he would give in to the pain he was glad not to be alone. He had only been sick once in his entire life; and this was far worse than that had been. He had burned with fever and his body had racked with chills. HE had been delusional and had cried like a baby. He had been ten, and he remembered trying not to cry because Mother had sat by his side for three days leaving only when his father had taken her place for an hour or two. He knew big boys didn't cry and he didn't want to be caught with tears on his cheeks if his father came to spell his mother.

He fought now not to cry out as the flames consumed him and he knew he couldn't hide from them any more. He was so tired, he could never remember being so exhausted. Even in his darkest hours of Insomnia he never lost his spark and his energy never sagged. He clung to the spark of life he could still feel strongly inside him. He fought to feel her touch cool against his skin. He thought maybe if he could wrap his mind around these things he could keep from screaming as if he'd been tossed into a funeral pyre.

One thought fluttered in his strangely coherent brain and he fought to hold his voice steady. He knew what he was becoming, and he knew what would be there when the burning stopped. He whispered, "Duskarie, please, the Gardner...tell him I'm leaving with you..two weeks, not to come back for two weeks...please. Old...family, don't want to hurt him..." he fought to say what he needed to convey to her, to make the staff leave so he wouldn't hurt them when he woke. He would feed on humans if he had to, but he could not forgive himself if he hurt the staff, they had served with pride and discretion for decades. He would not repay their loyalty by making them dinner.

He could only hope his almost cryptic attempt to speak through the pain that now ravaged his body was coherent enough. He also wished she would leave for just a moment so he could scream and get it out of his system. He knew his bedroom was well insulated and other than being in the room no one would hear his cries of sheer pain.

He pulled in a breath of burning air; was the very oxygen in the room vaporizing around his burning body? He composed himself as best he could and opened his eyes. They were still white but the pupils were dilated so large as to almost obscure what iris there was. He looked at her so he could make sure she understood his request. Just a moment of respite and the knowledge that he would cause no harm to the staff helped him stay his mind to keep his gaze steady and even a small smile curve just the corner of his mouth. But his composure was slipping rapidly.

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She nodded, tears spilling from her eyes once more. "I will send them away, love." Duskarie leaned down to kiss his brow, frowning when her lips felt burnt. The woman was slow to stand and redress herself in order to leave him. She did not bother to put her boots back on. Duskarie opened the door silently and looked back over her shoulder at him. He looked so weak as he lay there on his bed by himself. It hurt her heart to leave him, even if it was for only a few minutes.
The gardener was not too hard to find, given that he was scented so strongly of the earth. She tried to seem as calm as possible when she adressed him. "Gardener." The man looked up at her and seemed to ogle. 'This human is so very lucky that Morgan cares for him deeply...' She held herself with all of the grace and authority of a queen. "You will inform the rest of the staff the your employer, Morgan, is not going to be here for two weeks at the minimum. He is leaving with me to go to Romania. You are all to leave the estates and not return until he summons you back." When the man nodded, she turned and started to walk off.
But his voice made her stop and turn back around. "You are not one of us, are you? You are of the Fey." He seemed so hopeful. As though he had waited his entire life to see one of the beautiful Fairie that had once covered their homelands.
"The Fairies are far to kind for us to be of the same kind."
With that, she rushed back up to Morgan's chambers and sat beside him after she had locked the door. A habbit and a precaution. Would the gardener let her secret go? Keep it to himself? Would he be alarmed and rally the others to attack her and save their lord? She could fight them if they tried, but for how long? All of these things ran through her mind as she prepaired a bowl of cold water and a cloth to dab at her lover's brow and cool him.

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Morgan could barely wait till he heard her footfalls faintly down the hall before he began to scream as if his lungs would burst. His cries gave him a sort of release and he quieted quickly, but he felt better for getting it out of his system. His eyes were streaming with tears, but he could hear the Gardner nearer his window. His softly lilting voice was easily discernable as Duskarie's footsteps approaced the room once again.

He relaxed his face into a soft grin as he could smell the water she carried with her, and for the knowledge of the Gardner's words. He had quickly met with the Head Housekeeper, and had told her they would not be needed for two weeks. His voice was happy, and he reassured her that the Master was going on Vacation. She seemed to take a moment to respond before she finally said, Ok. He couls tell from her voice that she too was pleased at the unexpected turn of events.

He watched for Duskarie to enter, he could smell her enticing fragrance growing nearer. His eyes slipped closed and he forgot about the tears still evident on his cheeks. He was burning and he finally gave in to the flames and slipped into an unconsciousness that was relief to his brain.

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It had been over two days of alternating unconsciousness and waking to feel the flames consuming him neverending. He couldn't help himself each time when he first regained his senses and he would cry out; quickly fighting to control the screams of sheer agony. He hated it every time and gave over to the respite of unconsciousness as often as he could. He knew without being able to read her thoughts how it must hurt to hear him crying out like that. After two days of alternating pain and nothingness the feeling began to lesson. It wasn't so very bad at all.

He opened his eyes which had settled into a smoky grey blue color. They were like a ghost of his former brilliant blue, and a sign of his currently weakened state. He looked around the room with totally new eyes. His vision had sharpened after the exchange of blood but now he could see such detail! He wanted to see her face and was afraid to look. He knew she was there, he could feel her close by...a pull of his own kind. He smiled, his usual beautiful sarcastic grin.

There were still a few tendrils of fire licking through his body, but he felt himself again...although weak and "hungry".

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She had cried every time he had awaken only to cry out in his pain. The woman had only left his side once more during the duration of his transformation, and that was only to shower and find a set of clothing more suitable for waiting than the outfit she had worn on that first night. She had found a men's dress shirt of silvery white silk, but nothing else that would fit her. She had been forced to step out to find a shopping store that stayed open very late. The skirt she had bought was simple; floor-length silk of a shimmering silver, it fit her curves until about mid-thigh, where it curved outward so slightly as to look damn-near pencil-cut. There was a slit in it, on the left, that ran up to her hip. Her hair was still down.
She turned away from the window to look at him and saw that his eyes were opened. Duskarie tried to smile as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him. She reached out and pulled him up to help him sit up as she reached for a goblet that rested on the bed-side table. The liquid within was dark red and inmistakable. "I used your phone to call in a favor from a friend. I figured that you would not wish to feed upon a human, and you look as though you can hardly move." She cradeled him as she spoke and held the blood-filled glass to his lips. "Drink, love."
Her slender fingers ran through his hair slowly as she waited for him to drink. "It will make you strong enough to hunt. Or, at least, move around." Her friend had been a vampire who had owned a type of blood-bank that sold blood to vampirs that did not wish to prey upon humans. She had saved his ass from exposure and death on so many occasions that he was still paying off favors for her.