By L. Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © June 16, 2004 L. Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved c/s
reworking this little tale, I have signed a contract with Limitless Dare 2 Dream Publishing (http://www.limitlessd2d.net/) and look
forward to turning the entire tale over to them as soon it is completely edited.
Rated: NC-17, not intended, or suitable for children.
Violence: No mortal was hurt in the writing of this chapter.
Sexual Violence: Nope, none in this chapter.
Vampire Violence: Come on, it’s a vampire story, so of course there’s going to be some fang action going on. ;-)
Subtext: Yep, there is “girl on girl” action in this chapter.
All feedback welcomed at: CrystalMichallet@yahoo.com
II. Briannon
As Briannon slept, she dreamt of the green pastures and the rolling hills of her beloved isle. Her dreams were filled with days
from years past. She saw herself as the child who danced on the dew-covered grass in the early morning. The radiant glow of
the sun shimmered off her long, red hair. In her slumber, the woman smiled slightly at the memories. She could almost feel the
warm rays bask over her soft, youthful flesh. Within her dreams she felt only the peace and tranquility of her home. The
sleeping woman inwardly smiled as she reached out toward the ocean’s breeze.
The young lass was born into a family of merchants. Although her father was not aristocratic, owing to his trade, he moved
within high circles. It was because of this that the young girl aspired toward higher goals. In the youthful days of her mortality
she had seen the beautiful clothing and trinkets of ladies greater than her and envied their status. Her aspirations were childish
dreams that first emerged at an age of innocence, now, after her years of existence she understood that titles and jewels were as
fleeting as the passage of time. What was not easily found was the soul that made one whole.
When Briannon thought of her past, she smiled at her naiveté. She originally assumed that she had planned her future carefully.
With her own beguiling ways, she seduced the son of a powerful family, and through her father’s intervention, she was soon
married to the youngest son of the Eoghanist clan. Being a member of a powerful family enabled her to move in the circles she
had always desired, and once she held her husband’s status, she quickly had many trinkets at her disposal. Initially the marriage
brought rewards, but she should have known what her future would be like from the first night she spent with her lord. The man
she married held little love for her, and he took her without a concern for her own needs. If there had been any pleasure at all
from him, she might have lived a satisfied life. But between his few occasional visits and his parading her around as if she were
his property, her life was bleak. This would change…
The stranger entered their lives in the middle of the night. To all he was simply a tall, handsome young man. His clean-cut
appearance and long dark hair had not raised suspicion amongst the Eoghanist clan. The boy, as they called him, was simply
another traveler who had saved a cousin’s life. But for the new royal, this enigmatic stranger had captivated her in ways that no
other could.
Her initial decision to follow the mysterious traveler was thought over in great depth. When she first met her lover of the dark,
she considered all of the possibilities before her. She understood that joining the stranger would mean the end of her life as she
knew it, yet she was aware that marriage was not giving her the happiness she craved. If his kin did not chase them down and
return her to her husband, then she would surely be banished from the isle. Her parents would be devastated, and her husband
would be free to choose another wife from one of his many mistresses. In all likelihood the lord would welcome an excuse to
end their loveless, barren marriage she reasoned as she made the decision to follow the strange visitor.
Devin was her lover’s name. Taller than her and of medium frame, the foreigner’s dark hair and fair complexion first attracted
Briannon’s attention. His soft, tender nature was a vivid contrast to her brutish husband. It was the alienness and tenderness that
seduced the young mortal.
As the woman slept, her memories returned to that night from long ago. The redheaded lass remembered feeling the mysterious
traveler beckoning her near. As darkness surrounded the castle, the voice of the tall enigmatic stranger floated to her on the
wind. Like a wayward child, she wantonly left everything behind in order to journey down a dark road.
After two nights of riding and hiding during the day, they knew that they were finally out of the Eoghanist land. Once safe, they
found an abandoned place to rest the night away. Unconcerned with their surroundings, Devin made the deserted stable as
comfortable as possible. At first they hesitantly kissed like virgins. At the strength within the wanderer’s arms, Briannon smiled
coyly as she allowed herself to be pushed into the hay.
While her tall lover fumbled with her dress, the shorter woman ran her hands over the length of his firm back. Although the smell
of the barn permeated the air, she did not notice. As the sounds of the twilight wind rushed through the rafters, the mysterious
stranger made sweet love to her. The shock of his cold flesh was overshadowed by the magic touches of his hands.
It had happened so fast. One minute Briannon was enjoying the sensations of Devin’s hands, the next she felt the brisk night air
against her bare breasts. While Devin’s expert tongue made a cold trail over her flesh, she heard her erratic breath echoing in the
air. With skilled ease her night-lover peeled open her clothing and paid homage to every inch of Briannon’s warm flesh. Unlike
her husband, her new paramour moved slowly.
At first, her skilled lover touched her tenderly as he laid soft kisses over her body. But in a wild frenzy, Devin’s needs grew more
urgent. Strong, calloused hands peeled open her clothing and left her bare. A sensuous mouth suckled on her bosoms even as
expert fingers parted her nether lips. The instant Briannon felt her beloved’s touch she knew that she had never felt such arousal
before. Even as her flesh shivered from the caress, her body released moisture. When Devin’s fingers entered her, she could
only cry out and cling to his tall form.
Briannon did not know how long she lay there crying in pleasure, nor did she know how Devin knew where to touch her. The
once royal lady only knew that she never wanted it to end. When she felt the traveler’s fingers leave her warm folds, a moan of
displeasure escaped her control. With a slight smile, her companion held her gaze as he made his way down her body.
If Briannon had thought her beloved was skilled with his fingers, then she quickly learned that his mouth held more delights.
When Devin moved lower, the smaller woman was at first shocked. At his bold movements she felt hesitant. She had never
experienced this before and did not know what to expect. But the moment her alluring lover dove between her legs, she closed
her eyes and groaned at the exquisite pleasure that his tongue brought her. With each gentle stroke she felt her body rise higher;
her eyes closed as she was swept away in whirlwind of emotions. All she could do was to surrender her will to the mysterious
stranger.
When it was finally over and Briannon could go no more, her paramour held her close. As her breathing returned to normal, the
gentle lips that had just left her nether region now planted soft kisses on her cheeks, lips and forehead. When the runaway bride
gazed into the dark depths of her lover’s eyes, she knew she was finally home.
Had she know the stranger longer, Briannon would have noticed his hesitation when she moved to unclothe him. But she did not
notice his discomfort, and when she reached down to unfasten his britches, she was shocked when Devin took her hand firmly.
A look of concerned fear crossed Devin’s eyes. Apprehensive, her mysterious paramour gazed deeply into her eyes. Sensing his
hesitancy, Briannon reached up and ran her palm over the young man’s chillingly soft cheek. At her touch, her mate smiled.
“You must know,” Devin’s soft, melodic voice whispered.
“I don’t understand,” Briannon’s confusion kept her from probing deeper. Then with a slight smile, her lover took her hand and
guided it within his clothes. As she began to explore the larger body, the stranger kissed her deeply.
Anxious to feel her beloved’s flesh within her, Briannon unbuttoned Devin’s britches and reached inside. Upon her discovery, her
excitement overshadowed her initial disgust. She gazed into the stranger’s eyes as her hand explored further. In confirmation of
her discovery, her gentle lover gazed down at her in stony silence.
The Irish woman had heard of such people before. Like tales told in hushed whispers, her social circle knew the rarity of these
individuals. They were women in gender yet manly in guise.
With her new knowledge Briannon smiled at Devin. She now understood the mystery of her lover’s existence. From the depths
of her mind the mortal heard a silent question. In a whispered voice, the redhead felt the melodic words coax her toward a realm
of darkness. Understanding the stranger’s true powers, she smiled as she released all control to the gentle woman. Sensing
Briannon’s desires, Devin returned the smile as she lowered herself over the lady.
That day remained firmly etched in the initiate’s memories. She remembered the slight sounds of their pleasure and could almost
feel Devin’s womanly body close to hers. As if it were only yesterday, she recalled the taller woman’s sweet taste. When it
seemed that they could go no further, the dark woman took control and led her into the twilight world.
Through the initiation, Briannon heard Devin’s voice deep within her thoughts. She felt herself being pulled along in a spiraling
world of blood red colors and shapes. When she felt that their journey would end, she heard the unspoken question. For only a
moment in time she thought of turning back. She felt a slight tug from her old life yet longed to follow the mysterious woman’s
darkened path. Once her decision was made, she released all control to her lover of the night. Upon her acquiescence, the
immortal held her tenderly as her mind whispered soft words of endearment.
By the moon’s glowing light, the Irish lady gazed at her lover. She watched Devin’s features change shape. Pleased, the taller
woman smiled down at the red-haired lass. At the sight of the immortal’s sharp, pointed teeth, the human gasped in horror.
Before she could change her mind, she felt her Devin’s teeth against her neck. The young mortal cried out as a fevered pain
coursed through her veins.
As if understanding Briannon’s suffering, Devin took it unto herself. In an attempt to ease the initiate’s agony, she offered her the
cooling liquid of her life. Like a greedy child, Briannon took all that her lover had to give. She drank until her initiator’s icy cold
sea of blood sated the hot fires in her body.
That was the last day of Briannon’s mortal life. Initially, she became sick from the transition from life to death to everlasting life.
She remembered the feverish pain of awakening to the hunger. Like a mother nursing a sickly child, Devin cared for her, kept
her safe and gave her the nourishment that Briannon needed to survive from the prizes of her own hunt. Once her body had
adjusted, the new initiate was able to move freely through the night.
After her entrance into the dark realm, Briannon traveled with Devin through the back roads of the isle. As the days turned to
years, they journeyed to far-off places across distant seas. Together they saw sights she never dreamed existed. Through it all
they spent their idle time making love. When the hunger consumed them, she helped Devin hunt their prey and devour their kill.
Briannon had never been so fully satisfied. Their style of dressing changed with the times, and Devin, who once had long hair,
began to crop it in the shorter style that men now wore. She could not explain it, but Briannon loved the sight of her lover like
this, with shoulder-length hair, and in the guise of a man. Under Devin’s tutelage she learned that everything she needed was
found in the woman’s caring arms. Titles, wealth and prestige were nothing compared to the love that this woman gave to her.
Even after so many centuries since her demise, Briannon could not wipe Devin from her mind. The cold touch of her hand, the
easy smile that revealed white vampire teeth, and her deep blue eyes were etched clearly in Briannon’s memories. Every portion
of the tall woman’s finely chiseled features was ingrained in the Irish woman’s mind. Tall in stature yet modestly built, her lover
dressed in the finest of men’s styles. The fashions and textures changed over the centuries, but the woman’s preference
remained unchanged. Most importantly, the immortal lass remembered how their love was rekindled each time they were in each
other’s arms, and she grew to miss her beloved desperately.
At the vivid memories, Briannon grimaced as the sorrow of her loss seared through her heart. In a kaleidoscope of shapes and
colors, she watched the images of their last day together. She reached out in her dreams in the hope that she could stop the
hands of time.
Briannon had been warned that some communities hunted and despised their kind. Devin always cautioned her about those who
sought to destroy them, yet she did not know the severity of her lover’s warning until that fateful night.
