#FINALLY REWRTING THIS

[badluck990]

My Daemons(Rewritten): An Unwelcome Guest

For those of you who fallowed My Daemons, due to how much Ive grown, I'm going to be writing the story over again because....the original isn't great and it hurts me(joke)

Both will stay on my blog but when I remake my Masterlist again, only the current version will be linked

TW: Kidnapping, magic, Daemon Whumper, Daemon Caretaker, Human Whumpee, Lady Whumpee, Lady whumper

Let me know if there is anything I missed

“I’m telling you it’s not gonna be anything worth listening to,” Ziska sighed.

“Yeah, Queen Blair said the sa-”

“You know she hates it when you call her that.” She reminded Blaze as she finished putting on her armor.

“Sorry, sorry, I just want to make sure I address her properly at the Harvest Festival.”

“Just saying you’re family, you don’t gotta call her by the title. And most people just skip the speech and go straight to the market.” She reminded the fire daemons.

“Well maybe I’ll do that next year, but for now nothing you two say will change my mind. Besides, I'm never gonna be able to blend in if I don’t learn more about mortal festivities.”

“Doesn’t your black Sclera kinda prevent that?” Ziska teased.

“1. I’m learning how to hide it and 2. Even if I can't magically, a pair of sunglasses and boom, I'm an animalistic.” She gestured at her wolf ears. 

“Well I better get going, I gotta double check the rest of the guards are where they’re supposed to be. I wish mom would agree to post just  a few more guards. This is an important event if-

“Some were to try something they’d do now.” Blaze finished, “Try to relax Ziska.”

“Need I remind you how I got my position as head guard?”

“Point taken. Just try not to stress too much?” she called as her friend left.

Blaze returned to the mirror her magic being the opposite of helpful. Daemon’s appearance reflected their magic & while altering non-magically was possible it could be a fight to manage.

Case in point, her hair. It was naturally unkempt and wild like an uncontrolled fire. It took a lot of combing & hair spray to get into a neat ponytail. Like Ziska said this was an important holiday to Tededia & she wanted to look nice.

As the festival officially began, the Queen took her place on the mini stage near Glass Lake. Ziska stayed by her side, trusting only herself to protect her Mom.

The rest of the guard greeted people as they came in & helped finish setting up the market space. 

The Queen’s speech began, speaking of the first Harvest Festival & hoe far the kingdom had come. Blaze sat in the back soaking in all the history. At least until the water started rising.

“You’re Majesty get behind me!” Ziska shouted as the rest of the guard rushed to the stage expecting a mage or a nymph, not the familiar Daemon that made Blaze and Ziska’s hearts skip a beat. Storm, Daemon of water. 

Before the guard or -bloodmoon forbid- Blaze could reach her she surrounded her and Ziska with a dome of water. No one was getting in the way this time.

“Miss me?” Storm asked, her tone uncharacteristically sweet.

“Cut the chatter & tell me what you want.” Ziska growled, drawing her sword as she glanced back at the wall of water. Storm’s magic kept it practically solid, preventing Blaze or the guards from helping her.

Granted Blaze was certainly trying(italicize) to heat the wall to steam while the guards focused on directing civilians out of the area.

Of course the one time we disconnect- wait! “Your Majesty! Mind lending a hand?” She nodded and approached the wall further. Blaze shut her eyes focusing, connecting, transferring.

“Woah!” Blair exclaimed seeing how her appearance had changed to match the new magic.

“Focus on the heat and channel to your hands.” Blair mimicked the motions Blaze made as she explained and flinched back at the flames before pressing them to the water trying as Blaze was to evaporate it only for it to fall on its own with Storm and Ziska gone, leaving only a soaked stage.

@wolfeyedwitch

[countessofravenclaw]

I am starting to get tempted to finally write some stuff with SL S3 and what would be happening Gastón had just stayed.

Right Nnow I don't have like a conperehensive storyline, but just rewrte certaun scenes with him in there and some Gastina fluff, stuff like that.

Can someone tell me to do it or alternatively not to do it, because that would be more all over the place that anythung else I have done (which is kind of saying a lot)

[illyriachrysa]

From Shadows You Shine: Bianca Di Angelo

Apologies for not posting for a long time. I have my reasons but their personal so I wont be sharing.

However, I do plan on rewrting the entire plot. I wont change the plot that much just some minor changes.

That's all, hope you enjoy!

By: Illyria Chrysa 🌸

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After sun down, the group found themselves in an outskirts of a little ski-town nestled in the mountains. They all glanced at a sign that read, “WELCOME TO CLOUDCROFT, NEW MEXICO”.

Most were surprised with how far they’ve traveled but after Bianca pointed out some hints about Apollo’s possible involvement during the quest, with the sudden appearance of the freight train and the duration of their travel being from sunrise to sun down, the rest fell silent and secretly thanked the god for his forbidden intervention.

It did save them some time and aided them greatly during their travel - so who were they to complain?

The group continued their journey and stopped in the middle of town. Bianca noticed that they were able to see everything from their current location; a school, a bunch of tourist stores and cafes, some ski cabins, and a grocery store.

“Great,” Thalia said, looking around. “No bus station, no taxis, no car rental - No way out.”

“There’s a coffee shop!” said Grover.

“Yes,” Zoe said. “Coffee is good.”

“And pastries,” Grover said dreamily. “And wax paper.”

Thalia sighed. “Fine, how about you two get us some food. Percy, Bianca and I will check in the grocery store. Maybe they can give us directions.”

Sounds of agreements were heard and the group agreed to meet back in front of the grocery store in fifteen minutes.

Bianca walked closer to Percy and whispered in his ear, “Apollo mentioned something about Old Man Nereus in San Francisco. He said it should give us the answers we seek.”

Percy nodded, “That’s good, about time we get some answers but we have to find a way to get there first.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder, “It’ll be fine, we’ll get there. I don’t know how but I know we’ll get there.”

“...How can you be so sure?”

“I just do - when have I ever been wrong.”

Percy grew silent, he had known Bianca for only a few months but he knows in that short time that the young girl is reliable, acting like an older sister to everyone in camp despite being one of the youngest there. She was a shoulder everyone could rely on, a person who would silently sit down beside you listening to all your woes and worries.

They had a positive effect in camp, he noticed: campers became more open with one another, pranks from the children of Hermes became more light-hearted and hilarious, time spent huddled around the campfire became more festive and lively, and for just those moments - they were all finally kids again, not demi-gods but genuine kids who were in their own little world, happy and content, without any fear of the upcoming war against the Titans.

The camp became more lively and united in a way, like a barrier between them came down, opening new possibilities for all of them. It strengthened their familial bond with one another - something that disappeared when Luke had betrayed camp all those years ago.

It brought him great comfort to know that somewhere out there, there will be a place they could call home and people they can call family.

Along the way towards the grocery store Bianca subtly glanced at Percy then to Thalia noticing the tension between two - She hoped that the two would take the time to sit down and talk about their differences. No one wanted a mini Poseidon and Zues fight, if the quarrel they had during capture the flag was anything to go by…

… she truly hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Inside the store, they found out a few things about the little town, Cloudcroft: there wasn’t enough snow for skiing, the grocery store sold rubber rats for a dollar each, and there was no easy way in or out of town unless you had your own car.

“You can call for a taxi from Alamogordo,” the clerk said doubtfully. “That’s down at the bottom of the mountains, but it would take at least an hour to get here. Cost several hundred dollars.” 

Percy reached out for a rubber rat and handed it to the clerk along with a dollar bill.

The three demi-gods headed outside and stood on the porch.

“Wonderful,” Thalia grumped. “I’m going to walk down the street, see if anybody in the other shops has a suggestion.”

“But the clerk said-” Percy spoke.

“I know,” she told Percy. “I’m checking anyway.”

And with that, Bianca and Percy were left alone in the company of the other.

‘This two really do take after their fathers,’ Bianca thought absentmindedly.

“Nice rat” she spoke, hoping it could break the tension. “Though, the ones that Connor and Travis have are much better.”

Percy set down the rubber rat on the porch railing. “So… have you thought about the offer Artemis gave you?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, I have.”

“Are you going to join the hunters? Zoe looks like she will be greatly pleased if you were to join, she may even consider you a hunter already.”

“Truthfully, I felt compelled to join the hunters, then and there.” She admitted, “but… I couldn’t be so selfish as to leave my little brother alone in a world we barely knew existed a few months prior… I don’t even know if I wanting to join is actually true - it's confusing because I don’t feel like joining the hunt is actually my choice.”

Percy frowned, “What do you mean?”

Bianca pursed her lips and gazed into his sea-green eyes. “... Have you ever felt like you have no control over your life? That your fate is set in stone and you can do nothing to change it, no matter how hard you try.”

“I… I suppose, with the prophecy looming over mine and Thalia’s heads, I guess I somewhat do.” he confessed.

She shook her head, a frown marred her face. “No, no like that… never mind, it's useless anyway.”

Bianca gazed out into the snow covered town. The residents would leave their homes and greet one another with familiarity, a smile on all of their faces. Children would run home from school free from any worries, laughing along with their friends. Even the humble stores served freshly baked goods that spread a fragrant smell lingering in the air.

It was a humble town that didn’t hold a candle compared to other tourist locations in America but it had its charms, and above all else, it felt like home.

Bianca smiled solemnly, she too had high hopes that her and Nico could once more find a place to call home and people to call family.

It was her only greatest wish…

…Since their previous home died along with their mother.

In the distance she could spot Zoe and Grover with pastry bags and drinks, she waved at them both with a smile.

“So… what’s the story with you and Nico?” Percy asked, frowning slightly when he too noticed the other two approaching. “Where did you go before arriving at camp? Now that I think about it, I barely know anything about you or your past.”

“...We stayed in a hotel after our mother’s death, somewhere in Los Angeles. We stayed there for sometime, it had facilities that covered our academics and extra curricular. After that, three old ladies came to tell us that we have to leave, but they didn’t tell us why. They just handed me my diary with a letter from our mother inside it.”

“Three old ladies?” he asked with a frown, an ominous feeling settled in his stomach. “What was inside the letter? And how did they have your diary?”

“I don’t know, they disappeared after threatening us for not leaving the hotel the first time.” She began, clenching her fists. “I… the letter told us about our past, some answers to things that didn't make sense. It was how we found out about our heritage and camp half-blood.”

Percy thought it was a strange story. Then again, Bianca and Nico were half-bloods. Nothing was normal for any half-blood - but the three old ladies from her tale brought goose-bumps to crawl on his skin, and he didn’t know why.

“So you’ve been raising Nico pretty much all your life?” he asked. “Just the two of you?”

“Yes, I have. It can be challenging at times but I love him, I always will.” she replied. “è il mio fratellino, la ragione per cui vivo.”

(His my little brother, the reason I live)

“What does that even mean?” he asked, thinking about last summer the way he’d felt when she found out he had a Cyclops for a baby brother. He can relate to what Bianca was saying. Though he would love to learn about the last part, it wasn’t in English or in Greek, so it had to be another language, French perhaps?

Zoe and Grover arrived with the drinks and pastries. Hot chocolate for Bianca and Percy, while coffee for them. Zoe handed Bianca a chocolate croissant and Grover handed Percy a blueberry muffin.

“We should do the tracking spell,” Zoe said. “Grover, do you have any acorns left?”

“Umm,” Grover mumbled. He was chewing on a bran muffin, wrapper and all. “I think so. I just need to -”

He froze, Percy was about to ask what was wrong, when a warm breeze rustled past, like a gust of springtime had gotten lost in the middle of winter. Fresh air seasoned with wildflowers and sunshine. And something else - almost like a voice, trying to say something. A warning.

Zoe gasped, “Grover, thy cup.”

Grover dropped his coffee cup, which was decorated with pictures of birds. Suddenly the birds peeled off the cup and flew away - a flock of tiny doves. Percy’s rubber rat squeaked. It scampered off the railing and into the trees - real fur, real whiskers. Grover collapsed but Bianca managed to catch him before he could land on the ground, next to his coffee, which steamed against the snow.

The group gathered around him. Percy lifted his friend off of Bianca and into his arms not wanting to burden the young girl. He tried to shake him awake but it didn’t work.

Grover groaned, his eyes fluttering.

“Hey!” Thalia said, running up from the street. “I just… What's wrong with Grover?”

“I don’t know,” Percy said. “He collapsed.”

Grover continued to groan.

“Well, get him up!” Thalia said. She had her spear in her hands. He looked towards Bianca who swiped her golden bracelet that was adorned with crystals and crimson rubies. It glowed to life, once the light faded her rapier majestically appeared in her hands. She glanced at where Thalia came from and frowned.

“We have to get out of here,” was all she said, urging Percy to get on his feet and carry Grover with him.

They made it to the edge of the town before the first two skeleton warriors appeared. They stepped out from the trees on either side of the road. They wore blue New Mexico State Police uniforms, but they had transparent gray skin and yellow eyes. They drew their handguns and pointed it at the group.

Thalia tapped her bracelet. Aegis spiraled to life on her arm, but the warriors didn’t flinch. Their glowing yellow eyes bore right into Percy. He drew riptide, though he wasn’t sure what good it would do against guns.

Zoe drew her bow and Bianca readied her stance, pointing the rapier towards one of the skeletons. Zoe had trouble because Grover kept swooning and leaning against her.

“Back up,” Thalia said.

The group started to - but then Bianca heard rustling of branches. Two more skeletons appeared on the road behind them. She took a quick glance at Percy, understanding that he was questioning the whereabouts of the rest of the skeletal army. 

Personally, Bianca was relieved that there were only four of them for the time being, any more than that and she knew their chances of escaping would grow slimmer by the minute. Deep down, she didn’t know how, but she knew none of them could actually win against them - none of them but her.

One of the warriors gazed at her, it raised a cell phone to his mouth and spoke into it. Except he wasn’t speaking, he made a clattering, clicking sound like teeth against bones.

‘Not good,’ Bianaca thought. ‘It’s calling for back-up.’

“It’s near,” Grover moaned.

“It’s here,” Percy corrected.

“No,” he insisted. “The gift. The gift from the Wild.”

No one knew what he was talking about, Percy worried about his condition. It was apparent that Grover was in no way capable of fighting.

“We’ll have to go one-on-one,” Thalia said. “Four of them. Four of us. Maybe they’ll ignore Grover that way.”

“Agreed,” Zoe said.

“The Wild!” Grover moaned.

A warm wind blew through the canyon, rustling the trees, but Percy kept his eyes on the skeletons. He remembered the General gloating over Annabeth's fate. He remembered the way Luke had betrayed her. 

And He charged. 

Bianca followed soon after, keeping an eye on the skeleton in front of her. She need not worry about Percy’s safety since he had the fur of the Nemean Lion - It was bullet proof and near indestructible if she remembered correctly.

She had to worry about the others, but she knew they could hold their own for the time being.

‘Now to find a way to destroy the undead - they're supposedly unbeatable unless you're a child of Hades.’

Bianca frowned, surely they had to be another way. She glanced down on her rapier, it was a gift from her grandmother, Hestia - the goddess of witchcraft and wizardry. Enchanted in a way that allows her to channel spells into it, while it simultaneously allows her to incorporate different potions into the blade acting like a poisoned needle.

A single slash was all it took for her to incapacitate her enemies - the reason why Percy had an even harder time dueling with her recently.

The rapier shone a dim blue, she readied her blade and charged at her opponent. 

The skeleton readied its gun and began firing at her, she mumbled a shield spell under her breath that protected her from any attack. In the background she can hear Thalia screaming Percy’s name, she stumbled for a bit but continued her pursuit.

When she reached the skeleton close enough, she thrusted her blade and struck the skeleton dead center. It erupted in flames, leaving behind a pile of ash and a police badge.

Bianca stumbled. “What-”

“How did you do that?” Zoe asked, interrupting the young girl’s thoughts.

“I don’t know.” Bianca replied, anxiety building up inside of her as a thought solidified in her head. “Lucky stab?”

“Well, do it again!”

And with that, she leaped into action, aiding Zoe in defeating her adversary. She thrusted her blade into its chest, the blade reflected the dim light from the sun and shone a beautiful bronze. The blade connected to the skeleton and the same thing happened, it erupted in flames and became a pile of ash on the ground.

Bianca looked down on her rapier - Evlogia - and a daunting realization dawned on her.

“A little help over here!” Thalia spoke, breaking the young girl out of her thoughts.

Bianca turned around and ready her stance, but by then the remaining two skeletons grew weary of her and began keeping them within a baton’s length. They managed to press the group back.

“Plan?” Percy asked while they retreated.

“I can do the same move I did when dueling you back in camp that one time-” Bianca suggested.

“No!” Percy exclaimed, looking her in the eyes. “I nearly decapitated you when you pulled that move on me!”

“Yeah, but I won!” she yelled back. “And besides I’ve gotten-”

“Too dangerous!” he said, making sure that she didn’t do anything reckless. “Besides, I promised Nico I’ll keep you safe-”

“You promised him what?!” she exclaimed, glaring at the boy, her eyes gleaming a faint crimson. “You know how dangerous these quests are. How can you promise him something like that?”

“Regardless, a promise is a promise and I plan to keep it!” Percy replied. “You're not dying on me on this quest, I won’t let you.”

Bianca fell silent, a haunted look dawned on her face. The look on her face freighted Percy to his core, he reached out to the girl before him.

“Bianca?” he questioned, barely above a whisper. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I-”

“The gift!” Grover exclaimed.

A mighty roar, the largest pig they have ever seen came crashing into the road. It was a wild boar, thirty feet high, with a snotty pink snout and tusks the size of canoes. Its back bristled with brown hair, and its eyes were wild and angry.

 “REEEEEEEEET!” it squealed, and raked the two skeletons aside with its tusks.

The force was so great, they went flying over the trees and into the side of the mountain, where they smashed to pieces, thigh bones and arm bones twirling everywhere. 

Then the pig turned to them. 

Thalia raised her spear, but Grover yelled, “Don't kill it.'”

The boar grunted and pawed the ground, ready to charge. 

“That's the Erymanthian Boar,” Zoe said, trying to stay calm. “I don't think we can kill it.” 

“It's a gift,” Grover said. “A blessing from the Wild!” 

The boar said “REEEEEEET!” and swung its tusk. 

Zoe and Bianca dived out of the way. Percy had to push Grover so he wouldn't get launched into the mountain on the Boar Tusk Express. 

“Yeah, I feel blessed!” Percy said. “Scatter!” 

They ran in different directions, and for a moment the boar was confused.

 “It wants to kill us!” Thalia said. 

“Of course,” Grover said. “It's wild!” 

“So how is that a blessing?” Bianca asked. 

Percy nodded in understanding, but the pig seemed to have been offended and charged at her. Bianca quickly rolled out of the way of its hooves and came up behind the beast. It lashed out with its tucks and pulverized the “WELCOME TO CLOUDCROFT” sign.

Somehow along the way, Percy managed to get the boar stuck in snow. Bianca wasn’t going to question how a giant-rampaging boar was a blessing, and she didn’t plan to, after nearly getting trampled over by the creature.

‘I would never understand how gods give out blessings to us mortals - and from the looks of things, I never would.

A few minutes later, Zoe, Bianca and Grover joined Percy and Thalia. The group stood watching the wild boar struggle in the snow.

“A blessing of the Wild,” Grover said, though he now looked agitated.

“I agree,” Zoe said. “We must use it.”

“Hold up,” Thalia said irritably. She still looked like she'd just lost a fight with a Christmas tree. “Explain to me why you're so sure this pig is a blessing.”

Grover looked over, distracted. “It's our ride west. Do you have any idea how fast this boar can travel?”

“Fun,” Percy said. “Like… pig cowboys.” 

Grover nodded. “We need to get aboard. I wish… I wish I had more time to look around. But it's gone now.”

“What's gone?” Percy asked.

Grover didn't seem to hear the question. He walked over to the boar and jumped onto its back. Already the boar was starting to make some headway through the drift. Once it broke free, there'd be no stopping it. Grover took out his pipes. He started playing a snappy tune and tossed an apple in front of the boar. The apple floated and spun right above the boar's nose, and the boar went nuts, straining to get it. 

“Automatic steering,” Thalia murmured. “Great.” 

She trudged over and jumped on behind Grover, which still left plenty of room for the rest of the group. Zoe and Bianca walked toward the boar. 

“Wait a second,” Percy said. “Do you two know what Grover is talking about—this wild blessing?”

 “Of course,” Zoe said. “Did you not feel it in the wind? It was so strong… I never thought I would sense that presence again.”

“What presence?” Percy asked. 

Zoe stared at him like he was an idiot and Bianca fought hard to hold back a chuckle.

“The Lord of the Wild, of course. Just for a moment, upon the arrival of the boar, I felt the presence of Pan.”

Percy looked at the huntress as if she grew an extra head, and Bianca broke out in a fit of laughter.

She truly wanted their time together to last, for fate to never catch up…

.. but such thoughts were nothing more than foolish dreams.

[fanfic-collection]

Vampire: Loki x Reader - Pt 23

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Do you ever write something and feel like you blacked out for it, yea that happened here, we’ll see if I don’t end up just deleting this chapter and rewrting it...

Loki's hair was still damp as he sat down opposite you in the kitchen. He cast furtive looks your way as he sat in his usual spread legged way, hands resting loosely on his lap.

Thor walked in and managed a wary smile at Loki. “I see you're doing better, brother.”

Loki swallowed hard, “Yes.” His eyes kept flickering to you and the small pinprick marks on your throat.

You touched the marks absently as you munched on something sweet, smiling between the two brothers. While Loki bathed, you had taken a quick shower to ease some of the tension that had arisen after he drank from you.

The drinking was a curious sensation. So intimate and close, to be so completely vulnerable and exposed to him and yet to feel him at his most vulnerable as he forced himself to drink the least amount possible. You would never have thought a feasting vampire was vulnerable, yet you felt some of Loki's vulnerability as his body was pressed to yours. Heat touched your cheeks at the memory and you quickly looked away from Loki's stoic gaze.

Thor stood for a moment, shifting uncomfortably before abruptly turning and walking from the room.

“Well that was interesting.” Loki muttered.

Your eyes flickered to Thor's retreating form before moving back to Loki. “Earlier?” You asked with a coy smile.

Loki's eyes darkened and he cleared his throat. “That too was interesting.”

“We've made things awkward.” You said with a sigh.

Loki smirked, “Serves him right. Ladies of Asgard and her lands fawning over him for centuries.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You think I'm fawning over you.”

Loki's smirk faded and his mouth fell open. He reached his hand out towards yours, quickly shaking his head, “No, of course not, merely to have received some of your affections. It must be a change of pace for Thor to see someone else receive such affections and not him.”

You smiled and laughed softly, resting your other hand on his. “Surely you were the eye of many girls as well?”

Loki shrugged, “Most of them bored me.”

“Most?” A small part, larger than you dared admit, of you felt a pang of hurt.

“Not in the way I think of you.”

You looked down at his hand, smoothing your fingers over the pale skin, mindful of the sharp claws. “How much of it is just...” you looked up at him sadly, “my blood? It sings to you, you said it yourself, how much of it is just, well desire.”

“I don't know.” Loki replied honestly. “There have been a number of women that I felt a connection with over my life, I think that comes with courting anyone though.”

You pursed your lips and nodded, “Makes sense, I don't like the thought of anyone else's grubby hands on you.”

Loki chuckled, “You've no idea what I think for you.” His eyes flashed and you saw a hint of that darker side within them, the one that was very capable of, and willing to, murder. It faded slowly as Loki stared at you, “And yet, ultimately that was fleeting. It ended without a thought, perhaps some anger or disappointment as all relationships hold some feelings, but the thought of you, of being without you.” Loki fell silent for a moment searching for words. Finally he swallowed hard, “I know some of it is desire, of what I am, your blood does sing to me, I crave you in so many ways. And yet, the thought of giving in to it, of losing you for a moment of bliss, it horrifies me.” Loki grasped your hands with both of his, smoothing his thumbs along your fingers. “That part isn't this monstrous side of me.”

You swallowed, nodding back at him. “I feel like I've known you for such a short time, but, I don't want to leave you. I wouldn't want to choose between you and Marcy, but now that I know she is in capable hands, her illness being tended to. Perhaps one day in the future, I'd like to visit her again, be sure she's doing well. I know I hope to write to her when I get a chance, but I don't want to go anywhere without you. The thought of being away from you, apart from you, that frightens me more than whatever urges you have to fight.”

Loki licked his lips and smiled slowly, “I know.”

“What?”

Releasing your hands, Loki crossed around the table and knelt before you, cupping your cheeks and stroking the smooth skin. “It pleases me to hear you say it, but I could taste it as well. When I...” Loki cleared his throat, “I could feel it, I didn't hope it to be true, I feared I had misread my own desires, but.”

You leaned forward and kissed him, angling your face ever so slightly and wrapping your arms around his neck. Loki stood up, pulling you to your feet with him. He nearly lifted you off the ground as he pressed the kiss back into you. Your fingers moved from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, gripping the strands and tugging gently. Loki sighed into the kiss, his mouth open and working against yours. You felt his sharp fangs slide over your lips, threatening to cut them, but he was careful as ever. His tongue delved into your mouth, sliding over your teeth and entwining around your own tongue, just feeling you and being a part of you.

At last you pulled back for breath, breathing heavily. Loki moved a hand from your shoulders to smooth his thumb along your kiss bruised lips, wiping away the spittle. He chuckled softly as his eyes roved over your face. You found yourself laughing softly back.

Abruptly, there was a knock at the door. You and Loki turned at the same time, curious as to who it might be.

Loki's eyes flashed, concern etched on his features. Before he could explain, there was the sound of the door opening and Thor greeting, then inviting, whoever was there.

“Brother, no.” Loki hissed. He held up his hand, motioning for you to stay but you followed anyways. Glancing over his shoulder, Loki scowled to see you following him.

“Brother!” Thor's voice boomed, as he rounded the corner, flanked by two beautiful women.

Instantly your eyes fell to their fanged lips, up to their red eyes and to their clothes that revealed ample bosoms. Thor's gaze kept flitting to the latter.

Loki shifted into a defensive stance, body slightly hunched as he angled himself in front of you. “Thor, what are you thinking?”

The two women laughed in unison, a tinkling chortle as they covered their mouths demurely. The first had long brown-black hair and the second fiery red. They both wore corsets and many layered skirts with knee-high heeled boots. The brunette's corset was green with the skirt having layers of green and gold, the red-head wore red and blue.

You looked between the two curiously.

Thor's hands were wrapped around the waist of each woman and he smiled between the two of them before looking back to Loki. He seemed somewhat dazed as he replied, “This is Liz,” He inclined his head towards the brunette, “and this is Lily.” Thor beamed at the two of them then back to Loki, “They say they are friends of yours.”

Loki covered his face with his palm as he straightened up, “Brother, where would I have met such friends?” He asked sarcastically.

Thor seemed stumped, wracking his brain for answers. Finally he replied, “This is Liz,” He inclined his head towards the brunette, “and this is Lily.” Thor beamed at the two of them then back to Loki, “They say they are friends of yours.”

Loki scowled, turning to the two women, “What have you done to him? Release him.”

“Relax,” Liz purred, untangling herself from Thor's grip.

Lily wrapped her arms around Thor, hanging her hands on his neck and pressing soft kisses to his throat, mindful to keep her fangs visible.

Loki recoiled in horror, though held his ground to keep himself between you and them.

“Lily, be a dear, won't you?” Liz said, coming over to Loki.

Lily unwrapped herself from Thor and walked back towards the door.

Liz, for her part, stopped a short distance away from Loki and held her hands out disarmingly. “Relax, gorgeous, we're here for you.”

Loki gripped you to his side as you cowered behind him, trying to avoid her startling red eyes.

Liz's gaze flickered to you then back to Loki, “We're not after the blood whore, don't worry.”

Loki hissed, hand raised to strike but Liz held up her hand, “Thor, be a dear and kill her, won't you?”

Thor scowled, eyes turning blue and lightning coursed through him, “Of course.” He stepped forward, energy radiating from him.

“Stop, don't.” Loki snapped, stepping back and pushing you back with him.

“We can be amenable.” Liz said in her singsong voice, “We all have our gifts.” She turned back to Thor and held up her hand, “Never mind, handsome, you can wait.”

Thor stopped advancing, the lightning fading from him.

Loki swallowed hard, “You will pay dearly for this.”

“Not likely, my sister and I specialize in seduction. You have no idea the powers we gain over meat once we've had our way with them.”

“I'm sure he'd be overjoyed by that part.” Loki muttered dryly. “Pray tell, why are you doing this?”

Lily reappeared, Zale in tow, returning to Thor and wrapping herself around him.

Zale grinned, “I did say you would find me again, did I not?”

Loki rolled his eyes, shoulders slumped and looking wholly exasperated and less fearful or defensive than you felt.

“Now, if you'll be a dear, Lily, have the meat kill the blood whore if Loki tries to stop me.” Zale ordered, gaze fixed on you.

Lily, standing on tiptoes, whispered into Thor's ear and he nodded stiffly.

“Step aside.” Zale demanded, still looking at you.

Loki glanced down at you then towards Thor, then back to Zale. Loki was impossible to read.

Zale rolled his eyes, “Don't make this difficult, you know what will happen if you attempt anything.”

“You'll lose your only bargaining chip.” Loki replied curtly. Barely perceptibly, he squeezed your hand.

You swallowed hard, not liking his bluff.

Zale shrugged, “So be it, but I think even you would have a nasty time with your brother. As for the blood whore, well,” He scoffed, smirking, “are you truly ready to gamble her life? I'm sure she won't taste nearly as good with her blood spilled.” His gaze flickered to your neck, “I see you've had your taste already, impressive your restraint. That could be useful.” Zale turned his attention entirely on Loki, “Now step aside, I won't ask again.”

Slowly, eyes blackened furiously, Loki extricated himself from you. You were left shivering and defenseless in the hall staring up at the taller man.

Zale stepped forward, reaching his hand out. You flinched sharply, trying to step back but he moved too quickly. His hand gripped your jaw, lifting your throat until you were looking him dead in the eye.

“Now,” He whispered, “My powers of seduction aren't nearly as good as the twins, but I can suffice under short notice.”

Squirming and struggling to look away, your strength failed as he jerked your chin up to meet his fiery red gaze.

You felt yourself falling deep into the ocean again. As you fell, you realized there was none of the warm comfort of the green orbs, only the fiery red ones threatening to burn you alive. Then you were still and thought no more.

-

A beautiful man stood before you, more beautiful than any you had ever seen. You were certain you had seen a man as beautiful as this before but you couldn't be sure. Standing stock still, your limbs refused to listen to any outside orders, not that you wanted to move. You found you were content just standing still, it felt right.

Someone, very far away, yet nearby somehow, seemed angry. Whoever this person was made you want to laugh at his anger. It seemed wholly misplaced and incredibly funny. You felt the beautiful man lean down and press his mouth to yours. It felt harsh and unnatural, somewhere deep in your mind screamed but that part felt funny too, you decided to ignore that voice. The beautiful man was beautiful, surely you enjoyed it, surely it felt right.

The man who was far away, yet somewhere nearby, snarled but did not move closer to you. Loki, the voice in your head screamed angrily. Again, you wanted to laugh, Loki was an unusual name, but it suited this strange man. He could be Loki, you agreed with the voice.

The handsome man pulled away from you and the voice seemed satisfied, slowly you blinked and looked around. The man, Loki, looked livid yet fuzzy and out of focus. There was another person with short blond hair who was quite muscular, he seemed more in focus as he stared at you equally as groggy as you felt. Perhaps he found this whole situation as funny as you did.

You opened your mouth to ask when the handsome man held up his hand.

“Not now, little one.” His voice was very loud and very close, it felt like he was inside your head. The other voice did not like this. “You stay quiet.” His voice paused and you could feel him thinking, “On second thought.”

“I love you, Zale.” You found yourself saying, smiling at the absurdity of it. The voice in the back of your head screamed in agony, it would be ripping at its hair if it had any, you imagined. Did voices have hair. Again the close voice told you not to ask, though this time it seemed less amused.

“She's very difficult to keep under control, you will be glad to know.” Zale muttered to Loki.

Loki smirked, scowling in disgust as Liz wrapped herself around him.

“Perhaps you're more in her mind than you care to admit. Thor assured us you didn't hypnotize her, well,” Zale chuckled, “just when you kidnapped her that time. Curious, it seems you hadn't drank from her at that point, yet something changed, what was it?”

Loki remained quiet, gaze fixed on you.

Zale turned to you and sighed.

Opening your mouth, you dutifully replied, “I trust him, I told him so.”

“Curious,” Loki said softly, “She continues to trust me, even with you trying to tangle up her mind.”

Zale scowled, “That can be undone, she is your weakness. She's proving far less easy to control than the thunder meat.”

“Yes, well he does have a habit of loving women too much, they speak to his ego it seems.” Loki looked down distastefully at Liz.

“We've met him before.” Zale explained, “I thought you should know. It didn't take much beauty products to resemble your beloved Sif.”

Loki's eyes flashed, but he looked bored. “I thought I saw the resemblance. Pity though, the goddess of war is twice the formidable opponent this harlot seems to be.”

Liz's hold tightened on him irritably.

Loki chuckled, “Besides, a fleeting interest. Your attempts at wooing me are misguided, Thor's speculations.”

Zale frowned thoughtfully, “I suppose. I've never had Liz or Lily attempt to control another vampire, certainly not one touched by death, but between their joined efforts, I'm sure they could make you more manageable.”

Liz batted her eyes as she looked up at Loki. Lily mimicked her from her place around Thor.

Loki grimaced, “How distasteful.”

“It's said that you would gain sustenance even from a vampire, gifted as you are, imagine the strength you could gain from a taste of them.” Zale offered.

Liz glanced at Zale uncertainly before returning her smile to Loki, batting her eyelashes.

“I would drain them,” Loki replied dryly, “you are a blight on this realm and I would not feel an ounce of regret over it.”

“That's why I brought both, I have other wives after all, there are other ways of convincing you, I'm sure.” Zale smiled.

“How primitive.” Loki muttered.

“Truly, you won't give in to such primal urges? Surely you find them reasonably attractive.” Zale seemed genuinely taken aback.

“Mindless slaves, quite attractive.” Loki bit back sarcastically.

Zale sighed, “It seems we're getting nowhere fast. Turn the brother, we can have him as one of ours, we'll figure out the other.”

Lily looked at Zale uncertainly, “This guy has berzerker abilities, I can sense how little control he has over his powers as meat, you really think you can handle him as a vampire?”

Loki laughed, “I'd appreciate you leaving my brother as is, but it would certainly be quite the sight, you attempting to control him.”

Zale snarled. For a moment he stood angrily glaring at Loki, then he turned and bent down, sinking his fangs into your throat.

-

You felt yourself rising out of the ocean, the red orbs vanishing as you resurfaced suddenly. Your throat burned, both inside and out and you thought of the curious actions of your body. How angry you had been at it for not recognizing Loki, for allowing that wretched pig to kiss you.

Slowly you realized that you were on your back. Thor and the two vampire women were nowhere to be seen.

Loki knelt over you, eyes large and round as he stared down at you with concern. His hand stroked your face gently and you saw blackish red blood on and around his mouth, covering much of his clothes.

“Darling, darling, are you alright?”

You tried to sit up but your limbs protested, they felt empty and even laying down there were stars dancing across your vision.

Loki's hand was pressed to your throat, green magic coming from it. “You've lost a lot of blood.” He explained softly, “Are you, you?” He asked, voice full of concern.

“What happened?” You slurred out, feeling lethargic and confused. How badly you wanted to sleep.

“He gave me the idea.” Loki glanced over at Zale, bound by green magic. “I considered killing him, I can conjure a stake or a wooden bullet after all, but I figured as his blood replenished, or if it did, I could continue to have a supply. I don't really know how all of this works,” He admitted ruefully, “but I'm sure he would be an excellent test subject.”

You tried to sit up, finally feeling the sticky blood you were lying on. “I'm covered in blood.” You wrinkled your nose.

Loki scooped you into his arms and lifted you as though you weighed nothing at all. “You're so pale, I think it would be wise to give you a transfusion but... I don't know the process or your blood type.”

You blinked, head lolling around as you tried to look at the space around you. “I'm so confused.”

“That's partly the blood loss.”

You tried to nod but this proved difficult, “Partly?”

“I'm assuming abruptly ending the hypnosis as I did.”

“How did you do that? I remember the water, the orbs in the sky, I had to kiss him.” You grimaced.

Loki scowled but he smiled soothingly as he carried you down the hall. “I wasn't sure if killing him would break the hypnosis, or how to do so in general, this is entirely new magic to me. We have another problem though.”

“Where's Thor?”

“Yes, they took him with them.”

“The sisters.” You scrunched your eyes, trying to think clearly.

You could feel Loki nodding as he replied, “Yes, but you're in no place to travel and I'm not leaving you alone.”

Your eyes snapped open, “They were going to turn him, you have to help him!”

“I will.” Loki replied soothingly.

You reached your hand up to grip his bloodied shirt, marveling at the blood on your own hand. Blinking a few times to focus yourself, you looked back at his face. How your brain could ever be convinced to think he wasn't the most handsome man was beyond you. “Don't let them do to him what he did to you.”

“I won't.” Loki promised, kissing your hand gently and resting it back on your chest. “My understanding is Zale was important in their clan and without him they'll be scrambling to figure out how to move forward. They already admitted that changing Thor might be more dangerous than good so I think it's safe to say we have a little time.”

“What are you doing?” You slurred, still feeling sleepy.

“I'm going to get you cleaned up while I try and think how best to move forward. I have something they want, they have something I want. Perhaps a trade is in order.” Loki glanced over his shoulder and a duplicate appeared, walking off. “I don't know the rules of entering a place of residence more than once, but we'll keep watch. They have to sleep at the same time as me.” Loki reached your bedroom and went to the bathroom. Both doors had been removed to be replaced.  Placing you on your bed, he said, “It's a pity I can't replenish energy and blood with my healing, but perhaps I can encourage new blood cell growth.” Loki rested his hand over your hip, murmuring under his breath. It wasn't drastic, but you did feel notably less dizzy and your thinking cleared up some. “Don't sit up.” Loki muttered, swaying slightly with the effort.

Following his orders, you lay on your back and nodded, “Thank you.”

Scooping you up once more, Loki spoke nervously, his cheeks faintly pink, “Very well,” he swallowed, “let's get you cleaned up.”