Vampyre Blue (Alternative Women)

by Davena Slade Nicolaou

  Star swooned.

  'Nothing you should worry about! Blue is a very lucky girl!' Her jealousy ruled her voice as she looked him up and down once more. 'Do come in.' She told Daen.

  Daen walked into the hall, he’d been here before. There were no huge surprises, except that the décor had been returned to its pre Halloween excellence. As he looked around the grand hall he saw Blue.

  She was a vision, stood at the top of the sweeping staircase. His stomach lurched, the butterflies in full flight. She was wearing a flattering full length white gown like something Angelina Jolie wore in Alexander. A Greek Romanesque style. God did she remind him of Isis when she looked like this. There was a split all the way down one side, from her hips to the floor. It didn’t leave anything to the imagination. He felt himself lose control. He wanted her right now, the ache in his loins worsening by the second.

  'Pleased to see me?' Blue asked as she seductively drifted down the stairs.

  'Wow!' Daen grinned.

  Blue swept her hair from her face, looking like a girl from a hair product commercial only fifty times better. Her dark eyes and lusciously shiny red lips were indescribably beautiful. He embraced her, smelling her hair. Holding her close, he didn’t want to let her go. She smelt divine. His body tightened, pleasure shuddering down his spine.

  After the brief embrace that lasted forever but really for not even a second. Blue spoke,

  'So my dearest Mr Daen Ra’Bella, where are you taking me this fine evening?'

  Daen smiled. He thought to himself that he didn’t want to go anywhere but where they were right now. He wanted to take her back into the secret garden and make love to her all night.

  *

  As Blue walked out onto the stairs she saw him there. He took her breathe away. She forgot all the niggling doubts in her mind that had come about from her weird realistic dream earlier.

  Daen’s lean body and muscular shoulders were enhanced by his expensive suit. Her made my mind raced. 'Wow.' She thought. This luscious edible man brought out every fibre of lust in her body. He was even more attractive to her now than he had been in the garden when she made love to him under the stars.

  As she walked down the stairs to great him, she couldn’t help noticing the effect she had on him as well. They smiled at one another, she swept the hair on her face back with one hand. They gave each other a hug, she noticed that he smelt her hair. He smelled divine to Blue.

  He also made her feel nervous and excited all at the same time. He was a true gentleman, opening doors and walking her to his car. His Lamborghini made her smile, such a show off car. It was fast though. They careered through the streets, launching over small bumps in the road. The cold November breeze swept through her hair.

  He turned to look at her.

  'Blue my sweetheart. Do you mind if we eat at mine tonight?'

  Her stomach lurched. The question was completely unexpected. The nervous and excited feeling returned with a vengeance. She was completely unsure, but reluctantly agreed. She figured that she was a Vampyre – So what’s the worst that could happen?

  There were massive wrought iron gates, ‘bleep bleep’ and they rolled open. The Lambo purred up the driveway to the front of the house. Blue could swear it was as big as Star’s mansion, if not bigger. There was no wonder she didn’t mind, and positively encouraged her to see Daen. She had totally checked him out!

  He got out of the car and walked around to help her out. The huge front doors led to a grand hall, very masculine. White and black, minimalist style, very angular.

  'I’ll get you a drink and then I’ll give you the grand tour! That is if you would like that?' He asked Blue.

  By now she had regained her confidence. His house was beautiful and had eased her comfort levels.

  'That sounds great.'

  Daen led her into the kitchen, there was a chef cooking food, with a few other kitchen staff fetching and carrying thing.

  'Sorry about this. You weren’t supposed to see all this, but we need a drink and I can’t expect them to cater to my every whim.'

  'So you’ve hired a catering team to cook us dinner tonight?'

  'Something like that,' He smiled, 'Is Champagne alright? It’s just about the only alcohol I drink.'

  'It’s a good job I’m not fussy.' She said back cheekily.

  Daen led her through into the dining room, the parlour, the lounge, reception room, snooker room, bathrooms, gym, steam room, pool, sauna, spa, then up the main stairs to the first floor. This floor had more reception rooms, bedrooms, bathrooms, spa areas, and more stairs to another floor. The second floor was apparently his floor. It was a very big, very confusing tour. He ended with his bedroom suit.

  'This is my room,' He purred and added with a devilish smile, 'Where the magic happens.'

  'I’m not that kind of girl.' She shot him a wink, 'And anyway, my stomach’s growling and you’ve got a whole host of kitchen staff ready to feed us!'

  'Quick before you bite me again!' Daen smiled and stared straight into her eyes, then he led her to dinner like a perfect gentleman.

  *

  After Daen had shown Blue around his expansive home he took her for dinner. The caterers had outdone themselves, an avocado mouse and shrimp for starters, a rare fillet steak for the main with truffle sauce and small bite size vegetables. They were both full and couldn’t possibly eat another morsel. Blue was surprised she’d managed to eat real food, since she’d bitten Daen she’d been back on solids, she had eaten more than just blood.

  Daen led Blue to the lounge.

  'Have you always lived here?' Blue said as she sat down on a huge sofa.

  'In England I have always lived in this house, yes. Although I have travelled extensively. Have you forgotten everything we talked about the other night?'

  'We didn’t talk that much.' Blue smiled,

  'There is that.'

  Daen sat down next to Blue on the luxurious sofa,

  'That was a beautiful meal, thank you so much for spoiling me.' She looked into his eyes and smiled an appreciative smile as she relaxed further into the sofa.

  Daen got close to her and they entwined together. Talking about the relatively close past for Daen, and the lengthy past for Blue. About her dreams, ambitions and childhood.

  Blue felt entirely at ease with Daen, she told him about her parents and about boarding school, about her friends helping her through her teens. He told her of his youth growing up in Tuscany, gathering crops for his father. Being home schooled and then going off to join the army.

  His stories enthralled and amused her because they were so exotic and so fascinating, it were as if he were talking of another time. They drank more wine and talked of more seductive topics, the conversation diving to the depths of favourite sexual positions and fantasies.

  Daen was entirely and positively excited having heard Blue’s taste for the slightly more erotic, so he decided to show her his fetish collection. Now, anyone else would have been a little worried, possibly even scared, but seen as Blue made this stuff for a living she was more keen than Daen. He led her to his bedroom, opened his walk in wardrobe and before her eyes were laid Corsets, Full Catsuits of Latex, Gags, Whips, Restraints, Dresses of rubber, Shoes to die for (and possibly in, they were that high).

  'What’s all this?' Blue asked him.

  'Well,' Said Daen, 'I took the liberty of getting your size, it is supposed to be the best fetish gear you can buy.'

  'I know! I made it!' Beamed Blue and added, 'This stuff is a fortune!'

  'A mere drop in the Ocean , if you can persuade your beautiful lady friend to model it for you.' He flashed her his dazzling smile. 'So what do you say?'

  'Oh so excited!' She exclaimed as she literally ran into the walk in wardrobe.

  She came out in a full length red dress, with a spilt up one side, gloves past her elbows, she looked edible.

  'You look gorgeous!' Daen held her gloved hands and kissed them, he then knelt before her.

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sp; 'What is your command my Mistress?'

  Blue smiled, she made this stuff for a living but she'd never been in the position of having a ludicrously rich, ludicrously handsome man at her feet begging for her to do as she pleased with him.

  'You treat your Mistress very well.' She said.

  'Your command Mistress.'

  'I would like to see you wash, please take a shower for my amusement.'

  'What is it with you and showers?'

  Blue scowled and slapped him hard across the face,

  'I’m sorry my Mistress.'

  'You are forgiven.' Blue smiled, 'Now get naked!'

  Daen unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, his ripped abdominal muscles showing through his open shirt, he took it off. His shoulders were powerful and strong. Blue watched his every move, her eyes content and she ached to be touched. He undid the button on his trousers. Blue bit her lip, Daen saw her and smiled.

  'Do I please you Mistress?'

  'You do Daen, you please me, do carry on.'

  'Yes Mistress.'

  He undid the zip, slowly. Pushing his hands down on his trousers, moving them slowly down his powerful rugby player thighs, stepping out of the material. He stood there completely naked, like a beautiful statue.

  'Now Mistress, what do you want to do with me?'

  'I want you to shower for me.'

  'Yes Mistress.'

  He stepped into his wet room, Blue followed him. She sat on the edge of the bath and gazed upon his lean frame. Blue wondered what the hell this guy did to make her feel so at ease.

  The water started falling down on to his taught muscles,

  'Now wash yourself.' Said Blue,

  'Yes Mistress.'

  Daen poured shower gel into his hands, lathering it up and then started rubbing it into his wet skin, cleansing every inch. Blue couldn’t resist any longer. She walked into the shower with Daen and started caressing his skin, she just wanted to touch.

  'Hold me.' She whispered as the water started pouring over her. They kissed under the streaming water,

  'You are so beautiful Mistress.'

  They kissed hungry passionate kisses, he picked her up in her red latex dress, he peeled it off her skin, underneath latex underwear waited for his eyes. She was magnificent. He kissed her neck, he wanted to bite her again, but he knew he couldn’t.

  'Mistress, please bite me.'

  Blue was so into this passionate fantasy that she obliged and bit him, it wasn’t like before in the garden, not as overwhelming but the passion burned through her whole body. Daen tore off her underwear. They kissed passionately, losing themselves in the moment, in the shower they couldn't resist the heat between them, giving each other orgasm after orgasm.

  Chapter Nine.

  Isis had made Pierre feel welcome and relatively at home. He couldn't go out in the day like she could. Isis had always wondered about the difference between Vampire and Vampyre. The first couldn't catch a tan, the second could. But how the hell the genetics worked beat her. She had some work to do to find the answers, ancient texts to pour over. More importantly than that however was getting Pierre back to Blue. If the prophecies were going to work out Isis knew she had to make sure Blue was safe, or at least unexposed.

  Pierre loved Blue more than he knew, she needed to be protected. Isis could see that Pierre loved her more than life itself, there was no one more suited to the task.

  Once the sun disappeared behind the sand dunes of the Sahara she summoned Pierre from his luscious sleep.

  'Pierre.'

  He appeared, he looked refreshed, fierce and incredibly desirable.

  'Isis my Queen.'

  She smiled,

  'My my, how the Egyptian air has been so good for your soul.'

  'You. You are good for my soul.' He walked up to her, giving her a hug like a child would hug their mother. They released each other after a heart warming moment.

  'Pierre you need to be near Blue. You need to be able to protect her. There are prophecies, talking of her importance and she is named as the one who will restore balance to the immortal. You and I may not understand what this means, but it means that she is more important than Daen knows. She has a higher purpose. She must not and can not be tainted by anyone else’s ambition or want.'

  'Shall I go straight away?'

  'Oh not just yet. She will be fine for a few days. I like your company, I'm not quick to be alone once more.'

  *

  'So how was last night?' Star burst into Blue's room and practically ripped the curtains apart. Her room screaming with light. Even though she was a light walking Vampyre Blue didn't appreciate the shock. She was glad she didn't burst into flames in the sun, but could understand why. It was blazing hot.

  'Ugh!' She pulled the covers over her head.

  'Why do you feel the need to invade my lye in?' Blue grumbled from under the covers.

  She jumped onto her bed, jumping up and down.

  'I'm going out with the Prince today!' She squealed again and again, 'He rang me this morning!'

  Blue swore under her breath and thought she could truly murder her sometimes, she bit her tongue. Star flopped onto the bed and turned to look at Blue.

  'So why are you here this morning?' She asked her, 'I shouldn't be seeing you until this afternoon, at least!'

  'She is so bloody nosey.' Blue thought to herself.

  'I am here right now because Daen is actually a gentleman and he dropped me home.'

  'Oh Boo!' She smirked, 'How very dull!'

  'At six am.' Blue added.

  Star looked up at Blue with her eyes wide open,

  'What on earth did you two get up to?'

  'I'm not telling!' Blue smiled at her.

  Star was unbelievable sometimes, Blue gave in, she knew Star wanted to tell her everything about this Prince meeting.

  'Come on then, tell me what you're desperate to get out and share with anyone who'll listen!'

  She snuggled up to Blue in bed, telling her that the Prince had rang her this morning and he was going to have a driver pick her up for a dinner date this evening. Now all she wanted Blue to do was go help her pick out an outfit. That meant one thing. Retail Therapy!

  They went into the city to one of Star's favourite boutiques. Blue could swear they must know she's coming, practically rolling the red carpet out for her. Blue stood by the side of her watching how different the shop owners and assistants are with her. Blue wished she was Star when she went out shopping, Blue thought everyone would wish they were Star when they went shopping. Blue actually hates shopping, the entire miserable experience. The changing rooms are always tiny, the lighting is always horrendous. The clothes pretend to be the size you are, then somehow miraculously shrink by the time you get to the changing rooms. Now she just buys the clothes and takes them home. She has a wonderful wardrobe full of clothes that she can't actually fit into! Same as any girl.

  Star got the outfit she wanted. A little black number. After all you can't go wrong with a little black number. Her accessories were red. Just a clutch bag and her lipstick, everything else was black.

  They got her back to hers, Blue helped her pamper herself and get ready for the hot date with the Prince.

  'Have you heard from Daen today?' Star asked Blue.

  'Actually no I haven't' Blue shrugged her shoulders.

  'You should ring him.'

  'Maybe when you've gone out.' Blue told Star, then added, 'Anyway, let's get you ready and stop asking me about my love life!'

  'It’s fun playing cupid!'

  'Not for me its not.' Blue exclaimed.

  *

  'Valentino!'

  Cleo was stretched across a sun lounger in the enormous indoor pool house made of glass just across from their house, the Tuscan sun strong in the sky for November.

  'Are you coming for a swim?' She yelled asking him.

  Valentino strolled in through the open French doors, he smiled watching his boys running and jumping in the pool.<
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  'Bella my beautiful of course. Let me change.' He took a seat next to her. He removed his trousers and had his swimming shorts underneath.

  'Are you glad we’re here?' Cleo asked.

  'You can’t even imagine how much.' He replied smiling into her eyes.

  Cleo was so happy now, Star had really helped her by mentioning the agency in a very bad light. And because she was so well in with the hierarchy of the agency her true identity was only known to a couple of employees. She was going to be safe now, her children and her husband were safe. She had made the right move, the right decision. Cleo had gotten her edge back. Even if they did come to her, she would always be ready, this was her game and they couldn't compete without her knowledge.

  'I love you so much.' She told him.

  'I know you do,' He kept smiling, 'I love you too my sweet Bella Cleo.'

  'Let’s never leave here.' She said, looking at her children jumping in the pool.

  'You’ll not have an argument from me.' Valentino said staring at Cleo watching their children.

  'Shall we go swim with our boys?' She asked him.

  Valentino stood up, he held her hand gently and pulled her up off her sun lounger. They held hands and jumped in the pool.

  *

  Teresa, Jayne’s new lover walked over to the dresser in Jayne’s room, pulling the drawers open. She was looking for anything and nothing in particular. Just moving clothes and jewellery around. Jayne was showering in her en-suite, another long term guest in Star’s Mansion.

  Jayne was thinking to herself in the shower, the water flowing over every boyish curve of her lean porcelain frame. Fresh in her mind the entangled love making of the night before and that morning. She loved making love to women, the intimacy and gentleness of it. She had only a couple of experiences with boys, but they had left her with hard to explain injuries and mental anguish.