Sealed

[Horus_rules]

Flan watched Quinn intently as she slipped from the bed. Her body was alive with the new life inside her. Her breast full and getting ready to be able to sustain life. The seed of his loin had produced a child growing in her belly. His vampiric blood coursed through her veins, still changing parts of her body that remained human.

The vulnerability of it aroused him. Her beauty aroused him. The connection that they shared aroused him.

Flan watched as she bent over the balcony, he could see her sex swollen and full of blood, engorged with pure desire. Fuck me, Flan. Own me with your body.

Flan did not wait for a second request, he was out of bed and deep inside her pussy in the blink of an eye. Quinn gasp, the speed of his vampiric movement catching her off guard just slightly. "Own you, indeed, my precious angel! You are MINE and have been so since the origins of our people!"

Flan let out a low guttural growl as he pumped his cock in and out of Quinn's very wet pussy. His hand pushed her neck down as he fucked her harder that he had before. Tender, yet full of animalistic lust was the mood between them. Her breast pressed hard against the cold stone as he held her neck in one hand and her hip in the other.

"You need me to fuck you hard tonight, don't you, my Quinn, my babygirl!?" Her cries of passion grew louder in a half whimper, half whisper she answered: "Yes! my love! Fuck me, please fuck me hard, like a dirty whore."

Flan growled and thrust deeper inside her and pulled her closer to him. Suddenly the air around her changed and they were flying through the air effortlessly. Shortly they touched the ground in a dark dank alleyway in the East End of London.
http://www.londonleben.co.uk/london_leben/images/alley.jpg

He let Quinn's hands come to rest on the brick wall and he began to pump her pussy with increased passion and intensity. "You wanted to be treated like a whore, my baby! There isn't any better place than in an East End alley. But maybe we should see if you like my cock buried inside that sweet little ass of yours, Quinn. Do you want to feel me unloading my hot cum in your ass, Quinn?"

Flann pushed himself deep inside her pussy and reached around her body to stroke her hardened clit. "I love you, my beautiful slut, angel."

 

[wideeyedone]

The dark alley was exciting. SHe could hear the sounds of the street not far away. Flan's strong hands pressed hers to the wall.

She shivered when he asked her if she wanted him to fuck her ass. This would be a first for her. She nodded, a sexy whimper escaping her throat. His hand wrapped in her dark hair and he moved it away from her throat. He kissed the pulse there as he prepared her ass with his fingers. SHe moaned deeply as he slid first one finger in, stroking in and out. She pushed back against him and he added another finger. She gasped. He rocked his fingers in and out and she fucked his fingers back.

She was moaning now, loudly. Any passerby could have heard. Her nails clawed at the bricks. He knew she was ready. He slipped his fingers from her and then replaced them with the head of his cock. SHe cried out as he pushed his cock head inside of her, his fingers dug into her hips. Then he was inside her, all of the way. She screamed as his cock thrust into her. But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted this. She wanted it hard.

 

[Horus_rules]

Flan delighted in Quinn's response to his invasion of her virgin asshole. This was on of Meara's favorite activities. She loved the brutality of being fucked hard in the ass. For her pain was pleasure. It was one of the traits that made her a fearsome warrioress!

"Quinn stop clawing at the bricks, reach back to me, and dig your nails into my flesh! Show me how much you need this hard ass fucking." Flan grabbed her hips and pushed deeper inside her, smashing her ass flat against his hips. He pushed her away until only the tip was still inside her and then brought her hips back with a loud enough smack that could be heard on the street just a few meters away.

Flann continued to slam his cock inside her ass, but the blood thirst was growing as his passion increased. He had never dared feed on Meara when they were enjoying this deeply carnal pleasure. Flan took her arms and pushed them over her head and around his head. The position caused her to arch her back and expose her neck to him.

He bit into her neck and began draining her of her blood. He pushed his wrist in front of her mouth and felt her teeth sink into his flesh. Quinn starting sucking his blood in rhythm to Flan's thrust into her tight little ass.

Flan raised his mouth up long enough to whisper in her ear. "I love you, Quinn. You are such a good little whore for me, baby." He went back to drinking her blood, as he pumped deep inside her.

 

[wideeyedone]

Quinn sank her fangs into his wrist. His heartbeat filled her ears. His blood made her almost euphoric. The pleasure of the blood and the pleasure of his cock pounding inside of her made her moan against his wrist. He fucked her faster and faster, smacking against her.

"Fuck me Flan, please don't stop." She gasped. She was HIS. She was his fucktoy, his darling, his love, his babygirl. She could be all of those things, he loved her the same.

She screamed out as she climaxed. Her body so alive, her senses intensified by his blood. She could hear the heartbeats and the whispers of mortals on the street. As he came inside of her, she slumped against the cold bricks, the rough surface scratching at her breasts.

 

[Horus_rules]

Flan heard the sound of mortals running towards the scream. He reached around Quinn held her tight. The rush of cool air hit their naked body parts as the ascended rapidly into the air. The arrived on top of the Tower of London Bridge within seconds.
http://www.photocritique.us/images/london_tower_bridge_at_night_iso100.jpg
Flan was still inside her when they landed. He let her arms come to rest on the edge of the rail. He continued to thrust in and out of her sensitive little ass. Her contractions were gripping him tight and he cried out into the city noise. "Quinn, I love you! Your are MINE and I shall never let you out of my sight again!"

When they both regained their composure, Flan slipped out of her and held her from behind, his arms holding her tight. They looked out to the lights of London, safe in each other's arms. Flan kissed Quinn's head and whispered in her ear. "I love you, my precious angel." He reached down and rubbed the bulge in her belly. "And you to little one."

 

[wideeyedone]

Quinn curled against Flan, she was trembling with cold and tired. Flan cradled her to his chest and carried her home. She was his angel, but she was so much more. He took her back to bed and wrapped her in the warmest of blankets. Her tummy quivered as he ran his hands over her belly.

"Darling, can I have Martin's number tommorrow. I have something I have to do when we go to Paris and I need his help." She whispered against the heat of his chest. She traced the wolf upon his chest. The protector. He always had been, even back to the days of Meara and Aithne.

Quinn stretched out beside Flan and it didn't take long before sleep took over her delicate body. The tiny bones and muscles that were knitting together inside of her seemed somehow to be sapping her energy. This pregnancy was unlike any one in the world. This child was somehow vampire and human and they would have to trust themselves and trust Morgan to know how to take care of her.

Quinn had no worries this night though and she easily fell asleep in Flan's arms.
*******

Henri Boulanger stared at his computer in anger. The geneology of the girl was clear, she was descendant of Meara McKenna on both sides. Her parents were distantly related across a thousand years. The girl had to be the key to the magic. Forrester McKenna looked at him from across the pictish tome.

"She is the magic, not De Iverness. Take Quinn from him, take that child she carries, and the magic of the Sun will be yours. I hear she doesn't thirst for blood either. She doesn't feed. "

Henri knew he had to take Quinn. This only made it better. Flannigan De Iverness had left him for dead. Sure, he had killed and enjoyed lots of young women during the inquisition. But how perfect, a vampire cloaked in the vestements of a priest conducting late night interrogations, sending human minions to do his bidding during the day. His cover and his plan had been genius. Until De Iverness felt the need to play judge, jury and executioner. There was nothing to stop him from playing with the pretty mortal girls before and after their deaths. De Iverness would pay for his mistakes and Boulanger knew it would crush him.

 

[Horus_rules]

Flan was up before dawn and had arranged for breakfast in bed for his beautiful wife. He carried the tray back up to the bedroom and sat it down on the nightstand. He knelt beside the bed and kissed Quinn's sleeping face. "Good morning, my love! I would ask if you slept well, but I know you did." He kissed and held her as she slowly roused from her slumber.

"I have breakfast for you and if you'll sit up, I will feed you." Flan adjusted the pillows behind Quinn's back and placed the tray over her lap. He sat facing her on the edge of the bed and began feeding her each bite. "I was thinking that we should go down to the market and shop a little this morning. I want to buy you some vintage jewelry, have lunch on a yacht on the Thames, a private tour of the Tower of London, and see Carmen at the English National Opera. The jet will be waiting to fly us to Paris after the show."

 

[wideeyedone]

The day was everything that Quinn had hoped for. Flan bought her a lovely antique amethyst pendant set in gold at the market. He knew just the dealer to visit. And then he took her to a dressmaker near the market that had made a gorgeous evening gown for her with a soft flowing panel of fabric that draped elegantly over her pregnant belly.

Then it was lunch on the yacht. Flan told her of the many times he had traveled through London in his years of traveling at night and now, he could see it all in the gleaming daylight. Quinn was so happy. Her heart was full.

The opera was another round of magic, box seats and her gown and Flan's good looks. They turned heads. People mistook them for royalty or celebrities. Quinn adored the opera, the music stirred her soul and the costumes and sets were beautiful. She clasped Flan's hand as the soprano took the high notes. Quinn kept feeling a chill on her. And a frightening whisper in the back of her mind. "You are mine." She shuddered the first time she heard it. She shook it off and tried to focus on the music. She didn't tell Flan. She didn't want to make a fuss on their perfect night.

 

[Horus_rules]

Flan sat in his reserved box seats at the English National Opera at the London Coliseum, watching his new Quinn's eyes as she took in the thrill of live theater for the first time. The were as close to the stage as anyone could get Carmen was singing, the images were stunning. Quinn grabbed his hand and squeezed tight as Carmen reached the high notes. Flann smiled, This was the moment he had pictured during all the other shows he had watched in this very seat from the first time he watched the ENO perform.
http://www.operajaponica.org/graphics/photos/britain/ENO/enocarmen/enocarmen1.jpg
The De Inverness family had been generous ENO patrons as far back as 1898 the original series of concerts that took place in the Old Vic theatre. His box seats were a 'thank you' to the De Inverness Family from the ENO Chairman and Board for the family's continued support of the arts. Flan had made several large donations of the years, but his favorite was used to pay for the original giant revolving stage in 1904. Flan attended many events that year and enjoyed watching this new technology.

Flan was always treated well by the ENO staff, so said he ranked even higher than the Royals to the staff. He was not surprised at the treatment that he and Quinn had received when they came in through the main entrance. The fact that Flann was with a beautiful pregnant woman did not go unnoticed ether. The De Inverness men of the past had always been alone.

Flan was enjoying the moment when he felt Quinn quickly release his hand and then when she took back a hold of his hand, he noticed the slightest tremble. She recovered quickly, so he attributed to the power of the music for this moment. He instead refocused on how beautiful she was in her evening gown. He simply could not take his eyes off her. He pictured her holding their baby, Morgan in December while they watched ENO's performance of The Nutcracker.

Flan found himself thinking about the day that they had spent together. He had found such joy in watching Quinn enjoying her new found freedom today. To be honest, Flan had enjoyed seeing the sights of London in the daylight himself. He smiled thinking about how Quinn had snuggled up into his arms on the yacht, about how they had laughed over lunch, and the way they looked at each other and smiled when the saw the Tower Bridge a head in the distance. They were treated to a private showing of the Crown Jewels and access to parts of the Tower that other's were restricted from seeing.

Memories of their walk home filled Flann's thoughts, they had seen places in London that could only bee seen on foot. Quinn had held his hand the entire time. The would stop and kiss occasionally, so by the time they got back to the suite, they were ready to tear each other's clothes off. They did just that and headed for the shower. Their love making was slow and tender, each one exploring the others body.

Quinn was very secretive about her evening gown, so she kicked Flan downstairs to finish getting ready. Flan used the time to call the McKenna Mannor and check on the progress of the dig. Mark told him that they were moving much quicker than he had anticipated and then said that Mary Katherine had told him to give Quinn a message. "Beware of the white haired one who has too much time."

Flan lost all thoughts of anything else when he saw Quinn coming down the stairs, she was stunning. He forgot all about giving Quinn anything other than a kiss and telling her that he was the luckiest man alive or dead. They both laughed and Flan called for the car.

Flan was pulled back into the present by the house lights, the show was over. Quinn hugged him and told him how much she had loved the show. They headed out a side entrance to a car and were whisked off to the private airstrip. The couple boarded the plane and changed clothes before they lifted off towards Paris.

 

[wideeyedone]

Quinn couldn't get the chill of her skin even as they flew across the English Channel. SHe had felt cold fingers clawing at her, but she knew it was in her mind, a waking nightmare of some sort. She unbuckled her seatbelt and curled in Flan's lap like a little girl. He held her close. Flan snuggled his darling against him, his hand resting on her swollen belly.

She wanted to feel connected with him, even in her tired state. She let her legs dangle off of his lap and she took his hand in hers. She brought his finger to her mouth and she peirced it with one of her fangs. She slowly sucked the blood from his finger, letting the heat of his love fill her. She closed her eyes and listened only to the sound of his heart. Its thud easing her to slumber.

She dreampt of him. Flan was with her as she wandered through a maze. There were clocks all around her, ticking loudly. Mary Katherine was warning her, "Beware of the white haired one that has too much time." Quinn and Flan were running through the maze and then Flan wasn't there. Another man was with her. He sank his fangs into her and she found herself screaming and screaming.

Flan held her close trying to wake her. Morgan was thrashing in her belly against Flan's hand. He kissed and cuddled and whispered to his Quinn. She settled at the sound of his voice and slipped back to her troubled slumber.

*******

Back in London, Henri dumped the body of his latest victim. He draped her across the stage at the ENO. She had been a dark haired beauty, pregnant just like Quinn. The resemblance was striking and satisfying for Henri. He had been inside of her as he sucked the last drops of blood from her body. He sealed the puncture wounds with two drops of his own blood. Her unseeing eyes looked up at the box where Quinn had been.

Henri couldn't wait to taste the magic blood of Quinn de Iverness.

 

[Horus_rules]

Flan settled into his seat and then Quinn joined him. He body fit his lap like a glove. She was so beautiful and she was finial with him. They were having their child, Morgan, and she had been such a delight to be around those hundreds of years ago. He had waited for thousands of years to have his wife and soon his child, back with him and he was enjoying the closeness of the moment.

Quinn slipped his finger in her mouth and began to suck his blood. His mind wondered back to a time with Morgan at the lake.

It was a cool summer night and Flann was pushing Morgan on the swing down my the lake. Morgan was laughing and talking about their future together. The image darkened and Morgan looked back at him. "We will be a part for a while, athair (father). You must use the powerful redheaded witch, who is also with child, to find me and mother in a place of darkness and pain. Many souls have died there athair, so their voices will make it hard to find us. He will keep màthair (mother) weak, so she cannot fight him. All this is necessary so that I might be born into this world a powerful being. You will have you revenge father on those who have betrayed you. Do not loose heart."
An image of Quinn naked and being tattooed appeared in his dream state. He could not see the man doing the work or what he was tattooing, but a familiar laugh was heard in the shadows. Flan woke to Morgan rolling around in Quinn's belly. He swore that he would keep them close especially at night. He could not bare the thought of loosing her or anyone else's hands on his love.

Quinn stirred and was in a half dream state herself. Flann soothed her hair, telling her that she was safe in his arms. He continued to call her all his pet names for her and telling her that he loved her until she was back to seep.

Before they landed, Flan's cell phone rang indicating that he had a new text message. The message read: Flan, trouble with dig, need you to go to British Embassy for teleconference in the AM. Forrester McKenna challenging right to dig on property and Quinn's legitimacy as true heir. I will take care of her for you while you are busy. Martin

Not too much longer, the plane touched down on a private airstrip out side of Paris. He carried the still sleeping Quinn into the awaiting car and the were whisked off to the Hotel Plaza Athénée. Flan carried Quinn into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Quinn woke up enough to be told about the change of plan for the coming day. Flann apologize for not being able to take her to the Paris sites.
http://www.dir.antula.ru/travel/top-room_7.jpg
Quinn gave him sleepy kisses, as he stripped her and tucked her in. He kissed her gently on the forehead and stroked her hair while he told her how much he loved her. When she was fast to sleep, Flan went out onto the balcony and shouted, in his vampiric voice, a warning:"I am the vampire Flannagan De Inverness, I am older than Jesus, himself. I will hunt and scatter the parts to the four corners of the earth of anyone who harms MINE!"

 

[wideeyedone]

Quinn awoke the next morning cuddled to Flan's side. He held her close in his sleep. She slipped from under his arm and got dressed. She had a special surprise in store for her love today. She knew he had some business to attend to. Martin had made an appointment with her with a master watchmaker. He had been in Paris since WWII. He had already started a watch for Flan. Martin had arranged it all. She was excited about the platinum time piece. She was having MINE enscribed on the back.

She wrote Flan a note before heading downstairs.
Flan,
I know you have some business to attend to. I have some special shopping to do. I will be home well before dark.
All of my love,
Quinn

Quinn rushed down to the lobby where Martin was waiting on her. First, he had the driver take her to some shops for the baby and maternity clothes. Then he arranged for a meal at a quiet bistro for lunch. He knew the accounting and investments that Flan had to deal with would keep him quite busy. Then he took Quinn to the watchmaker. The dottering old man fixed Quinn a cup of tea as she waited for the watch. He brought it over to her and showed her the inner workings and the inscription on the back. The old man was a good story teller and he told her of the war and his former home in Germany. Quinn listened politely and asked questions of him. She was very impressed with his knowledge of his craft. He had talked for so long that she hadn't noticed the sun beginning to set. Martin was standing outside of the shop. SHe knew she needed to rush the watchmaker. He finally placed the watch inside its velvet box, the sun was gone from the sky.

Quinn hurried out to Martin.
"Flan will be worried. We must get home, he doesn't want me out after dark." Martin took her by the elbow.
"Flan is right to be worried. He has many enemies." His fingers curled around her flesh more tightly. "Including my master."

Quinn gasped and tried to get out of his grasp but then it was too late. Henri was there. Quinn had never encountered any other vampires other than Neteru and Flan. Henri moved so quickly, she didn't have time to think. She didn't even move. Henri's fangs sank into her neck and she clawed at him, but it was too little, too late. She felt the strength start to drain out of her. Silent tears dripped down her face as she slumped against Martin. The world looked fuzzy to her, she could see and hear what happened around her but she had no strength to react. She could still hear Morgan's heart beating and for that she was thankful.

"Cloak your mind and return to de Iverness. Take him the watch, tell him that someone has taken his wife." Henri picked Quinn up and held her to him like a sleeping child. "If we are going to make our flight, I have to take her now." Henri soared in the air and in moments he was entering a deserted hanger. Two caskets were waiting for them. In whispers Quinn begged him not to shut her in the dark, but he didn't listen. He unceremoniously dumped her into satin lined coffin.

"Little One, know that I need you alive. You won't die in this coffin. I will open it once we arrive at our destination. You played into my hands perfectly. Your loving husband will think that you disobeyed him, that you endangered your child.... perhaps, he won't even look for you at all. De Iverness isn't known for his patience with disobedience. Think on that." He said as he closed the lid.

Quinn wanted to scream into the darkness, but she was too weak. Her fingers scraped at the sides of the coffin, but it was pointless. She felt sleep coming as she laid motionless in the dark. She let sleep take her in the darkness. Henri's words had her afraid. She knew that Flan would come, he would find her.... she couldn't believe how foolish she had been. She should have been watching the sun, she should have talked to him about her shopping trip. She should never have trusted Martin. She closed her eyes and let sleep come. She just kept telling herself that Flan would come.

 

[Horus_rules]

Flan woke up refreshed. He reached over to wrap his arms around Quinn and pull her on top of him to make love to her for the first time in Paris, but found her note instead. As he read, he could smell a hint of her perfume on the note. Flan loved every smell of Quinn, so he took one more whiff and thought about how he would make love to her tonight in the City of Love. He smiled, folded the note, and placed it in the pocket of his suit jacket.

Flan showered, got dressed, and headed down to the lobby. He walked over to the concierge, Jacques, and spoke to him in French. "When Mrs. De Inverness arrives back, please send her to the spa for the complete treatment. I have a special night of love planned for her in your fine city. Thank you very much, sir." Flan shook his hand and slipped him a generous tip. Jacques thanked him and that his car was waiting. As he walked out of the lobby he noticed the headlines of a French paper that a man was reading. Flan could only read part of the headlines: "Body found in London Theater...Performance." He would have to read the paper in the car.

Flan slipped into the back seat and searched for the paper, but there wasn't one there. Martin was slipping, he would have to say something to him when they met later. The car took him to the British Embassy, where he was greeted with high honors. He was escorted up to a private meeting room, with a large video screen and a camera. He waited in a comfortable chair as the technician began to work on the monitor. "Do you have the morning paper?" Flan asked politely. The man told him that a man had spilled some garbage on all of the papers this morning and they had sent out for more copies, but it might be early evening before they arrived.

Flan sat back and thought of the night he and Quinn would have tonight. Dinner at La Tour d'Argent followed by a tickets to a play at Théâtre à Châtillon and then back to the hotel for a night of love making with a view of Paris. Flan was going to give her a surprise at dinner too. A simple silver necklace with her favorite words on it, "Mine." She loved it when they were making love for him to reminder her that she was his and he was hers. The love that they had for each other had survived thousands of years apart and now they were together again.

The video inquiry began with McKenna sitting off out of camera range. Flan's lawyers produced all the legal documents supporting his ownership of the property and his right to dig there. Mark was there too and produced his credentials that allowed him to dig on historical sites. He described the site to the judge and gave him some of the preliminary information that dated the site back to the Pictish Nation. McKenna's lawyers argued a very weak case and the judge was becoming annoyed with all their unsubstantiated claims.

After hours or arguing, the judge finally said, "I find no reason to stop the dig at McKenna Manor and see nothing that indicates that Laird De Inverness is not the rightful owner of the property. As to the issue of Mrs. Quinn De Inverness' heritage, I will leave that up to another court. She should report at her earliest convenience for DNA testing to prove or disprove her ties to the McKenna family. It is late and this court is dismissed."

McKenna started laughing hysterically when the judge left the chamber. He came over to camera and looked right at the screen. "Where is your precious Quinn, now? Is she in someone else's keep or is she safely waiting on you back at the hotel?" The screen went blank. Flan walked out of the room to see that it was dark outside. His heart sank a little as he read a paper with the full headline: Body Found in London Theater Following Last Night's Performance. Flan quickly scanned the rest of the article and discovered that the victim was a brunette, was about Quinn's age, and that she was with child. There were signs of sexual assault that were inflicted post mortem. Flan hurried outside as fast as he dared. He waved the car away, telling the driver, "I am going to walk back tonight. Thank you."

Flan walked around the corner and lifted off into the air. He landed around the corner of the hotel and went immediately to Jacques. "Has Mrs. De Inverness returned?" Jacques told him no, but his friend Martin was waiting for him up in his suite. Flan walked over to the stairs and once inside, he moved at vampiric speed to the door of the suite, it was open and Martin was sitting in the dark waiting on him.

"Where is she, Martin? I left her in your care and gave you strict instructions to have to where ever I was before dark!" Martin was attempting to cloak his thoughts, but Flan's eyes grew wide with anger as he saw the images of Henri draining Quinn in Martin's mind. The look of fear crossed Martin's face and before he could do anything, Flan had him in his arms and had his fangs buried deep in his neck. He spoke to him with his mind as he drained his blood. "You will tell me all that you know before I kill you. Your master, Henri, can not save you from me!" Martin's mind gave up an address in the slums of Paris. Flan sealed Martin's wounds and drug is weak body with him to the window. As he lifted off into the air, Martin was screaming and kicking with what little strength he had left.

They arrived at the address and Flan broke the door in he saw the outline of a woman laying in a bed. He dropped Martin and rushed into the room. Her face was blank and the puncture wounds on her neck were jagged and careless. She looked just like Quinn and was pregnant. Her dress was thrown back above her waist and her sex exposed with her legs spread wide. "Henri, I will find you!" Flann screamed so loud that Martin held his ears and screamed in agony. His ears were bleeding when Flan stopped. "Now to deal with you!"

Flan flew back to a house he had outside of Paris and dropped Marin in the middle of the courtyard with walls all around. Flan left him there and went inside to call Gretchen. He would let Martin suffer a little bit longer before he served him his justice. There were more pressing issues to deal with now.

 

[wideeyedone]

Quinn awoke inside the pitch blackness of the coffin. She scraped her nails against the crimson satin. She tried to scream but she was too weak. She listened for Morgan's heartbeat. It was there faintly beating a rythym that soothed her mother's soul. "Flan will find me." SHe whispered into the blackness. She could hear noises and she begged one moment for the coffin to open and then again for no one to invade her silence and her safety.

But the coffin was thrown open and the other vampire was back again. He was horrific, scarred, and angry. She could feel his anger, rich on his face.

"De Iverness found himself a pretty little bitch." He hissed as he ran his fingers down her body and over her breasts. "I saw him fuck you in the alley in London, he lusts after you. But you disobeyed him. You endangered his child. I wonder how much that will anger him. Your Uncle Forrester told me that you are a very headstrong girl, that they had to raise you away from everyone. You were the reason that they had to silence your parents, you were the reason Flan struck your uncles down, you are reason that your child is in danger. I can hear her heartbeat, but it is faint. I hope she survives this." He offered with a sickly smile.

Quinn was crying silently. His words frightened her, was it true that she had caused such destruction? Would her child live? And what would happen to Flan. He had already lost his other loves, been lost to his child.

Henri reached into the casket and pulled her to his chest. His body was cold. His fingers cupped her flesh, squeasing and pinching. "I will enjoy you in every way that Flan has, he treated you as a common street whore and so shall I. But the time for that is not yet come. He placed his hand over her heart.

"Your blood is strong, almost as strong as De Iverness. I will have to drain you again, little one. I must have you helpless and cold." For the first time she felt strong enough to look around. There was no natural light, no windows, just cold, dark stone. It was cold and the air was wet. There were a few torches ensconced on the walls.

He laid her on a stone slab and pulled her arms over her head. He snapped her wrists into manacles, the cold wristlets connected to an old chain. Then he drew out a knife and cut her clothes away. She shivered.

"I like women... cold." He whispered before he sank his teeth into her neck again. She closed her eyes to it. She thought of Flan. She thought of their first time together on the altar. SHe thought of his eyes when he claimed her. She felt what little strength there was left draining out of her. SHe thought she might die, but he stopped just short of it. Her mouth felt dry. For the first time since Flan gave her the gift she felt hunger. She felt her fangs descend, but it was fruitless, there was nothing to feed on. Her whole body ached. Henri smiled at her over his shoulder as he walked away.

"We will see if De Iverness is coming after you...."

 

[Horus_rules]

Flann called Gretchen's cell phone and told her what had happened. He told her to be ready to come with Mary Katherine with in the hour. He would arrange safe transport for them to the airport and they would be guarded until the plane arrived."Martin is in on this and until I find out how deep this goes, no one is to be trusted. Mark will want to come, but he has to stay there and continue the excavation of the temple. We must be ready for Morgan's birth. I just have a feeling that that is where she is supposed to be born. Be safe and use your magic to scan the thoughts of those around you, if anyone is blocking their thoughts beware of them. Martin was trained well, but pain seemed to break his concentration."

Flan hung up the phone and focused his vampiric senses as far out as he could. No signs of anyone near at all. He called to Martin with his mind. You are about to die Martin and for what?! What did Henri promise you, the vampiric gift, money, time with the women he tortured? You see that he has only used you now, don't you? He has what he wanted and what do you have? You are deaf in my courtyard with your death only minutes or hours away. Henri will not come and save you, so I offer you a quicker death in exchange for information on where he has taken Quinn? If you choose to remain silent, I will slowly kill you in some of the most painful ways I can imagine. Think on this and I will be with you sooner or later."

Flan moved with vampiric speed and pushed Martin back against a wall with a force that threw his head back against the wall. Martin was slow to get up and his head ached from hitting the wall. "Or I could pop in on you occasionally, just to hurt you more!"

Flan went to the computer and searched for recent murders involving pregnant women. There were the two that he knew about, but there were three more in France. All the women had been young brunette who were pregnant. They had all be exsanguinated and there were signs of post mortem sexual activity. The times of death were too close for anyone person to have committed all the murders. Besides London and Paris a body had been at the ruins of Castle Criel in Criel sur Mer. Another young lady had been found in Bours Castle near Nord-Pas-de-Calais. The third young lady was found in the Notre-Dame de Reims. Flan had a connection to each on of these places. He knew that this was the work of Henri, but what was the connection between them. He knew Henri was sending him a message, but what was it?

It was finally time to deal with Martin, to find out just what else he knew. He walked over to the fireplace and took down his favorite claidheamh mòr(Claymore sword). He had not used it in hundreds of years, but the edge was just as sharp as it had been when he used it to cut down the Hadrian's Roman soldier back in the Highlands with McKenna clansman.
http://www.scottishsword.com/SwordPics/Claymore1-1.jpg
Martin was cowering in the corner of the courtyard, when Flan dropped in with his sword in hand. "Martin has you thought about what I said?" Flan took the sword and sliced through a tree the size of a man's arm in front of Martin. "Ahhh so the edge has not dulled in all these years. Martin do you know where he has taken my love?" He swung the sword towards Martin's head and stopped it inches from his shoulder. Martin smiled at first, but then reached up to grab his left ear. He screamed when he found that it was missing.

Flan laughed out loud. "You thought I missed?! You stupid fool, I have been using a sword for thousands of years. If you want to remain silent, I will carve you apart, piece by piece! Where has he taken my wife? I grow tired of your silence, Martin!" Martin stammered and stuttered about an address here in France, but when Flan read his mind he knew nothing that Henri has not fed him. Everything Martin knew was all lies.

Flan turn his back, thanked Martin for trying to help, and then swung his sword in the shape of a cross. "May God have Mercy on your soul, Martin." Martin stood for a second and then his body fell into four pieces on the ground. Flan took each part and flew it to a remote corners of the earth. He picked up the ear and wrapped it in a box. He mailed it to the address that Marting had given him with a note saying:
Henri,

You may have won this battle, but I will win the war! If you harm my wife and child, there will not be any place you will be able to hide from me on this earth. I will find you and you will suffer the same fate as Martin.

Flan de Inverness
Your Judge, Jury, and Executioner!

 

[wideeyedone]

Quinn closed her eyes. Her body ached with hunger. She had never known it, not like this. The vampiric hunger was making her restless. She could hear all of the creatures stirring around the building, their heartbeats were deafening.

She closed her eyes. She closed her eyes and she pictured Flan. She imagined the warmth of a fire. She longed to place her hands over her belly to feel Morgan's life within her. She pictured the flames of a homefire. And then she was there, with Flan. His arms were wrapped around her in front of a cooking fire. But it wasn't her, it was Aithne. He was kissing her throat and holding her close. There were others from their clan their, they were talking of the upcoming battles and the warrior in Aithne's womb. It was so warm and Flan was there. Her Flan.

She watched as Flan caressed and cuddled his love. He looked so young. Quinn felt her heart flutter. "Please, my warrior Flan come for me. You promised me, you promised me when you made me your bride that you would protect me, my love. Come for me. I am so very afraid." Quinn's cry was in the language almost all but lost.

Lord John Dalton was taking his evening walk through downtown London. His city. He had lived her for seven hundred years. His senses were keen. He was a handsome silver haired man. He had been aged when he had taken the dark gift in the arms of Neteru. He heard a frantic voice. The voice was soft and unskilled. A new dark life, he could tell. He couldn't understand mostof the words but he had heard the name of his friend, De Iverness. He headed back to his study. In times like these a cell phone was more trusted than the airwaves that vampires used.

He locked his study door and dialed the number to Flan's personal cell phone. He left a voicemail.
"My old friend, I heard a voice calling for you in London. A soft, unskilled female voice. She is weak my friend and she was speaking in some ancient gaellic or celtic language. I knew you would want to know. I am going back out to see if I can hear her again and offer her some comfort." With that Lord Dalton hung up the phone and headed back outside.

 

[Horus_rules]

Flan finished writing Henri his letter and went back the bedroom to change out of his bloody clothing. He dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt with a tight back sweater. He sat down and pulled on a pair of black cowboy boots.
Flan decided to call Gretchen and find out where they were, but realized that he had left it on the mantle when he had taken down his sword.

He stood up and went to retrieve it. Gretchen informed Flan that they were on their approach to Paris and Flan told her that he would meet them there. When he hung up, he heard his phone beeping that he had a new voicemail. He listened to the message from Lord Dalton. "Toillich, mon cathaor Flan, trothad oir mi." His heart sank as he heard him repeat this phrase. He would fly to him and see what else she had said, but he needed to speak with Gretchen and Mary Katherine first. He slipped on a coat, went to the courtyard to retrieve his sword, and flew to the private airport not far from his house. He landed and met the plane just as Gretchen was getting ready to get out.

Flan met her and waved her back into the plane. "Lord Dalton was walking in London and heard Quinn crying out in Gaelic for me to come to her. She used the words she called me as Aithne! She is either dreaming or he has her in such pain or delirium from a blood hunger that she is visiting our past." He told the pilot to take off for London as soon as possible. He tucked his sword unto a container and settled back into the seat. Flan told Gretchen and Mary Katherine the whole story as the flew towards London. "I should have never let her out of my sight! Henri escaped from me all those years ago, because I must have underestimated his following and now he has infiltrated my inner circle. After I talk to Lord Dalton, we need to find Forrester McKenna, I have a few questions for him as well."

Flan settled back deeper in his seat and could not help but think about how he and Quinn had made love in this very plane just a few days earlier. He looked up to see Gretchen and Mary Katherine looking at him. "I forgot to cloak my memories, huh." Gretchen nodded and Mary Katherine smiled. Thinking to herself that she had found a way to get the powerful Flan in bed. She would use a little deception to get what every McKenna woman wanted, another McKenna woman's man.

The plane landed and Flan called Lord Dalton's cell phone hoping he would answer.

 

[wideeyedone]

Quinn had found some comfort in the memories of her past with Flan, her life as Aithne, his fire. She was somewhere between dreams and magic, she was lying in furs in his arms. He was kissing her forehead and rubbing her belly, marveling at the life inside of her.

She heard noises around her but she ignored them, she wanted to stay in her dream state with Flan. Then the needle hit her hip. In surprise and pain, her scream rent the night air. She tried to sit up, to get away, but between the chains and the hands pinning her down, she could not move. Her eyes snapped open. Henri and another man were holding her down. The third one had some sort of instrument, it was that that was hurting her.

"Please, I have done nothing to you." She wept against the stone slab she was laid out on. Her dark hair veiling her face. The buzz of the tattoo needle hummed in the room. This was so different that when Gretchen and Flan had given her her marks. She despised the idea that Henri was marking her. "I do not belong to you, you have no right to mark me. I am Flan De Iverness's and when he finds you.... he will descimate you." Henri answered her defiance with the back of his hand, she gasped followed with sobs.

When they were done Henri held up a mirror so she could see the H curlicued on her hip bone. "You are wrong, little pet. You belong to me. I took you for my very own. Your precious Flan may not even be looking for you. You disobedient little pest. You angered him being out before dark, letting Martin trick you. You silly little naive girl, he has the wisdom of the ages, don't you think he is bored with your whole sweet, naivetee?"

Quinn wanted to cover her ears, but she could not, her hands were still bound above her head.

"You are mine." Henri whispered. With a snap of his fingers all of the light was gone from her cell and all she could hear was the thundering ring of her cell door slamming. She screamed and screamed praying that someone would hear her.

Lord John Dalton was awakened from his very slumber by her scream. He had tried to hear her earlier, but when he found no trace of her thoughts, he went home to rest. He had been sleeping in his leather chair in the study when her screams woke him. He tried to send her comforting thoughts, but she was pushing all intrusions from her mind, she didn't know which voices to trust.

 

[Horus_rules]

John had called Flan back and assured him that he had not heard anything else on his trip back out. He told him that he would call him as soon as he heard or sensed anything else. Flan was exhausted, so he took Gretchen and Mary Katherine back to his House on the outskirts of London. After settling the women onto their respective rooms, he went to his bedroom, took off his clothes, and found the note Quinn had written this morning. He read it and smelled her perfume still strong on the letter.

Flan fell back into the bed and called out to his love with his mind, knowing that she would not be able to hear him, but hoping that Morgan could hear his thoughts. "My Love, come to me wherever you are and meet me in my dreams. I will make love to you like we did by my fires back in ancient times. I will hold you in my arms after we have made love and stroke your skin while I am still buried inside your flesh. I will stroke your belly and love the life that we have created. I long for your flesh, my love, my fire, Aithne." Flan fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of their times together when he was a mortal man.

Mary Katherine was laying in her bed almost asleep when she heard Flan's thoughts. She was puzzled when she heard him use the name Aithne. So Flan had had other lovers and he was thinking about her and not Quinn. She smiled to herself, she would have him tonight in his sleep, she would use the ancient spell to mesmerize him in his sleep and make him think it was his beloved, Aithne. They would wake up in each other's arms and Flan would know he had bedded another McKenna woman and that no one McKenna woman deserved his exclusive love. She was doing all the McKenna women a favor. This fine man should father many McKenna children, it was the way it always was. They found the right man and he would bed the rest of the clan women, producing even stronger witches. This was he duty as a true McKenna woman.

Mary Katherine walked down wearing a thin gown, her full breast exposed to the night air became hard. She slipped into Flan's chambers and stood at the foot of his bed and recited ancient words that could not be found in any book, they had simply come to her mind. When she was done, Flan was in a deep sleep, dreaming of his love, Aithne. She slipped the gown off and curled up in the bed next to Flan. He back to him, she eased her back towards him. The sleepy Flan pulled her into his arms. and kissed her neck. "Aithne, you have come for my love!"

Flan's cock was hard and slipped inside Mary Katherine's wet pussy. She moaned and threw her head back against him. His hands pulled her hips closer and ground deep inside her. "Quinn, my love! My Aithne, my fire. I am here to make love to you. You have been my love for thousands of years and your soul has returned to me. I love you." Flan pulled his cock out of Mary Katherine and lifted her in the air with a strength that confused her, but she gave herself to his will.

Flan lifted her up and turned her so that she was straddling his cock. He push himself deep inside Mary Katherine's wet pussy. "Ride me my love and when you are close to orgasm, I will share blood with you." The words did not matter to Mary Katherine, she thought they were just part of his dream and she rode him harder. Her hips ground against him harder and she could feel him growing even more inside her. She moaned as an orgasm approached. "I am cumming, Flan. Fill me with your love."

Flan reached up and pulled Mary Katherine down closer to him. He turned her neck as he fucked her harder and sank his teeth into her neck. Her eyes flew open, she cried out with an orgasm that she had never know. Her body gave into him and she felt his hot cum explode inside her pussy, but even more intense was the feeling of her blood leaving her body. As he sucked her blood the images of Flan's long life with Quinn flashed into her mind. She saw hem together as mortals and she got a glimpse of each of their lives together, her eyes flew open as she realized that Flan was not human, but then she felt the room growing darker and her heart starting to slow. She was dying.

Flan woke with a start as he felt Mary Katherine's dying body wrapped around his in this intimate embrace. He heard her heart beginning to pause in between beats. He knew he had no choice, she must be given the his blood to save her and the child that lived within her. Flan's body did not want to obey his commands, but with great effort, he moved his arm up to slashed his wrist with his fang. Mary Katherine smelled the blood and moved her mouth to his wrist and began to suck his blood. Her hunger and lust were strong. She ground her hips against his cock as she took his blood. Flan could not stop her, as she fucked him harder. Her mind was flashed the images into his He saw that she was only thinking of her powerful lust for Flan. He saw her riding and sucking his blood, she did not know or care how to cloak her mind.

Mary Katherine only broke her grip on Flan's wrist when she began to cum hard against his vampiric cock in a blood orgasm. Mary Katherine cried out. Flan de Inverness, thank you for such a wonderful gift." Blood tears flowed down Flan's face as he laid there unable to stop her carnal lust. He could only picture Quinn helpless and alone. He worried that Henri, or worse Quinn, might have heard Mary Katherine's thoughts. Flan used all his might and pushed the still wanton creature off of him. "What have YOU done?!"

 

[wideeyedone]

Quinn's hip throbbed with pain. She slid off of the stone slab. She followed the chains on her wrist to the place in the wall that they were attached. Then she curled up against the wall. She felt less exposed with her knees drawn to her chest. She fanned her long hair over her breasts and her shoulders. She was shivering with cold.

She closed her eyes, trying to allow the dreams to come again. She whispered words she barely remembered. She closed her eyes tight and she listened to the faint beat of her own heart.

This time it was Meara. Meara the warrior, the queen of her tribe. It was Meara who had been meant to break the blood curse on Flan, but her passions had run to wild, she had bedded him before the ritual could take place. Flan had loved her all of her life. She would not take his dark gift, she wanted to lead her people.

Meara would go out to hunt in the night. Her best weapon was her bow, her eyesight was amazing and her footsteps light. She would find game for her family and then Flan would come to her in the woods. She could only have her man at night. No one understood why she didn't want a man in her bed. They didn't know her heart was taken by the dark one that lingered near them always. Quinn could feel him making love to her in the dark. His hands roughly taking her clothes off, her back brushing against the rough surface of a tree. She took his hard cock in her hands, she kissed the flesh of his throat. And then he was too hungry to wait. He wrapped her legs around his waist and then he slammed his cock inside of her. He whispered his love to her again and again. And although he no longer spoke it, he wanted her to take his blood, he feared her death. He had already place Aithne on a funeral pyre. And his adventurous Meara would not live a long life, she was a warrior.

The images in her mind changed. Flan wasn't bedding Meara. He was in a bed, covered in white sheets, a room with expensive furnishings. It was another woman in the bed with him. A cry escaped her throat. It was Mary Katherine. And Flan pulled her to him, Flan was inside her. Quinn tried to close her mind, but she could not. Flan was fucking her cousin Mary Katherine, she could see the pleasure on Mary Katherine's face. She could hear Mary Katherine's cries of climax.

"Please.... please make it stop." She whispered. "Please, I don't want to see." Henri smiled at her protest. The angel had seen enough of the debauchery. She didn't need to see Flan's shock at who was in his bed and she didn't need to see Flan's anger at having to give Mary Katherine the dark gift. He stopped feeding her the thoughts he had plucked through the air from the gloating Mary Katherine.

"Were those real?" Quinn asked in a teary voice as she looked up at Henri's shadowy form? She hoped it was some sort of nightmare or some sort of torture devised by Henri.

"Angel, they are real. Mary Katherine's very memories. I can read thoughts as you know and I wanted you to know that it looks like De Iverness isn't coming for you since he has already bedded another McKenna. I had taken you as bait, but I also took you for your magic. You took away De Iverness's blood thirst, he walks during the day in the light of the sun. You are the magic. Your women are powerful witches. Tell me, how do I get your magic in me?"

Quinn turned her face to the stone wall. Her sobs racking through her chest. How could he? Mary Katherine was a viper, so that did not surprise her. But her love? How could he forget her so easily? How could he not be tearing apart the city looking for her?

"Little one, you forget. You disobeyed him. You endangered his child. You did not behave as his wife, you let him fuck you like a street whore. Did you really think that could last? It is a shame you weren't obedient. Look at all you have caused." He placed his hand over her heart. The beat was still faint. He didn't need to drain her yet. He left the cell for a moment and returned with a worn blanket. "Here. Try to sleep while I decide what to do with you now that he isn't coming."

Quinn curled the blanket around her and tried to quiet her tears. It was over. He wasn't coming and she would die her. Her Flan wasn't who she thought he was at all.

 

[Horus_rules]

Mary Katherine hit the floor and woke from her dream, her eyes seeing the world for the first time through vampiric vision. As beautiful as it was all she saw was Flan crying and her heart broke. Mary Katherine bowed her head and began to cry.Flan, I am so sorry. I am sorry. She saw us together. He showed her my thought, but only enough to cause her doubt. Henri has her chained to a wall!

Gretchen came flying in the room and saw Flan still pinned to the bed, the blood tears still flowing. "MY QUINN! I will find you soon. He cried out in his vampiric voice, his body still pinned with magic. She went straight to the sobbing mess that was laying naked and curled on the floor. Mary Katherine was rocking back and forth now. "She so all alone and she thinks he isn't coming. It is all my fault. I really thought it was all a dream, until I saw Quinn; until I felt her pain!" Mary Katherine collapsed into Gretchen's arms.

Gretchen soothed her hair back and held her face firm. "Say the words you need to to release him. This is more powerful magic than I have taught you, but you need to release Flan."

Mary Katherine sobbed, "But I am afraid he will kill me and my baby. Oh, What have I done to her!? Is Nessa okay?"

Flan spoke from the bed. "Why do you use that name for your baby? It is an ancient and powerful name. Release me, my child, I will do you no harm. Your magic will be used to find Quinn, I have seen it in my dreams. Release me and come tell me more of your baby."

Mary Katherine spoke words that neither Flan nor Gretchen had ever heard. They were from the Ancients, the ones before time. Flan was free, he pulled the covers over him, and continued. "Nessa is fine. I can hear her heartbeat in my ears. She grows stronger as the blood courses through her body. She is growing even now."

Mary Katherine screamed out in agony and stretch back into Gretchen's arms. Her naked body changing before their eyes. Her belly growing and moving, as Nessa grew in size. Her breast swelled and she cried out, as the pain flooded through her body. "Nessa, not yet. YOU cannot come yet, the temple is not complete." Gretchen spoke to her as she placed her hand upon Mary Katherine's belly.

The swelling stopped and Mary Katherine grew quiet. Flan forgetting that he was still naked, jumped out of bed and carried Mary Katherine back to her bed. Gretchen covered her up and they both turned to leave the room, when a familiar female voice rang in Flan's mind.

My faithful children, I am Nessa and you needn't worry, I have seen Quinn and Morgan. They are both well and I will help you find them. I must be born to perform the ritual of the Ancients for Morgan when she comes of age. She will become one of the most powerful women this world has ever known. Her Light will be needed in a time of great darkness.

Flan, tonight had to happen so that my human form could receive your powerful blood. Quinn will understand when the time comes, you will have her love again. Go now and sleep. We will all need our strength in the coming days.

Flan went back to his room and threw the sheets on the floor. He wrapped himself in a blanket and drifted back into thoughts of his beloved, Quinn. Meet me in your dreams, my love, meet me in your dreams.

 

[wideeyedone]

Henri returned to her cell one more time that night. She was too distraught to even fight him. He sank his teeth into her neck again and drained her. He took every last drop he could without killing her. She didn't even make a sound. When he finished he brought in a second blanket and a pillow. He made a pallet on the floor and covered her with her blanket. She was as pale as alabaster and almost lifeless. The thought made him hard. But he had to test his theory before he could enjoy her.

He locked and left her cell. His feet soundless on the stone steps. There were slivers of light from the dawn outside. The sun was barely above the horizon. He opened the heavy door to the interior of the building under which he hid. There were no mortals around. He slunk across the stone floor, afraid of the light. But hoping that Forrester McKenna was right. He had drained the girl three times now. Her blood should heal his inability to walk during the day. With a wicked grin he opened the front door and stuck his hand out of doors, in just seconds he felt the singe of the sunlight on his skin. He was burned. Forrester was a liar. And he would have his revenge.

He stormed downstairs and flung open Quinn's door but she did not move. Her eyes were closed. She had slipped into a delirous state. Her mind was far away. He rummaged through her thoughts but she had no knowledge of how she broke the blood curse on Flan. He swore as he pounded his fists on the walls.

Bu for Quinn, she was thousands of years away. She was Aithne. Aithne was still a maiden. Her body so firm and shapely. She was covered in just the first of her woad marks. Quinn could feel a spear in her hands. She was strong and powerful. She looked up and saw Flan watching her. She smiled at him, inviting him. She wanted a strong man, a lover she could be proud of Flan was just who she wanted. There was a magic between them from the first moment.

"You are strong." he whispered to her as he held her for the very first time. "Our women are strong and beautiful. I am blessed to be born to our people." His hands possesed her body in an instant. They were joined in the most ancient of rituals. A priestess for the tribe presided over their union. The priestess Nessa blessed them. It was said she had already lived a hundred lives, that she had a magic that went back to the start of time.

Nessa blessed them both and then Flan took her to his home. He laid her on the bed and slowly kissed every inch of her skin. Quinn could feel his lips, she could hear his heartbeat. "I will love you always." His voice was like silk, wrapping her in layers of emotion.

"Liar." She whispered. The tears came even in this trance. Her heart was broken.

Henri had bandaged his hand. It was a small burn. It would heal in a few hours, but he was tired of Forrester and his posturing. He had two of his minions throw Forrester in the street. The old man was yelling about needing his revenge on Flannagan De Iverness, but no one paid him any mind. He had no idea where Quinn was hidden, so the old man was no liability to Henri.

Henri went back to the cell. He sat beside Quinn and read her thoughts. So, she was an old soul. He was amazed at the connection between Flan and Quinn. If he couldn't get her magic then he only wanted one thing. He would kill her to destroy De Iverness.

 

[Horus_rules]

Flan slowly drifted back off to sleep. He slipped back in time until he was dreaming of his mortal days. Quinn was there, but she was living her life as Aithne. Flan was both living her memories and aware that he was in Quinn's dreams. He saw her memories of the first time they truly looked at each other. He felt the passion all over again.

Aithne was still untouched by any man. A few had tried to force their way into her bed, but these men were easily recognized the next day by there bruised and battered faces.

Flan held Aithne for the first time when they had been out on a hunt for wild boar. The hunting party was tracking a monster of a hog, but the beast had gotten away from all but Aithne and Flan. They rounded a corner deep in the woods and there the hog was rooting in the dirt for some roots. Aithne drew her bow back and hit the beast with an arrow right through the heart, but the beast can charging at them. Flan stepped in front of her and readied his claidheamh mòr, he sliced the beast head off with one blow and the hog fell beside the couple.

Flan's heart was beating with the excitement of a fresh kill and he could not help but grab Aithne at this moment. He looked her deep in the eyes and told her, "You are strong. Our women are strong and beautiful. I am blessed to be born to our people." Then he kissed her with such passion that neither had ever known. They made love beside the first of many kills; the smell of fresh blood lingering in the air.

When they had finished making love for the third time, they called for the rest of the hunting party. The beast was cut up, hauled back to the village, and used in the celebration dinner of their union.

Nessa! That is the voice of Mary Katherine's child. Flan thought to himself within the dream, as he watch Quinn remember their union ceremony. He saw her remember their first night together bond together as one. He heard his words. "I will love you, always."

Suddenly, they were no longer in their tent and Quinn was in a very dark place. She spat out the word "Liar" as if it were venom in her mouth. Flan stepped close to her, but she would not open her eyes. "Quinn, I have never lied to you. I am yours and I will find you soon." He tried to wrap his arms around her, but she pushed him away with her mind. No, I saw Flan with Mary Katherine. Flan is not really here, he is bedding my cousin. I saw it, I saw Flan making love to her. Go away, you demon, of my mind. You were only sent here in this dark place to taunt my mind with thoughts of his love only to have them pulled away from me again. I will not believe it is Flan until I have my teeth buried in his neck again, tasting his blood. Flan tried to speak to her, to hold her, but he was pushed from her mind. Flan woke up crying out her name out loud. "Quinn! I will come. I will give you my blood!"

Flan was sitting up in bed still breathing hard from the dream when he heard Forrester's voice shouting his name. He was rambling about needing revenge. He hopped out of bed, threw on some clothes, and grabbed the same sword from the dream.

Flan flew to where Forrester was beating on the door. "You require revenge from me?! You betrayed your own kin. I should have your head, Forrester." He swung the sword toward the old man's neck but only grazed his neck enough to make him bleed.

Flan grabbed him by the neck and drank a little of his blood so he could read his thoughts. All he got were thoughts of revenge for ruining his reputation and finances in Scotland. He saw the dank little apartment that he was now forced to live in. He saw hate. Flan pulled back and sealed his wounds. "I will free you of all that life soon enough, Forrester McKenna. You will be free to see what the depths of Hell look like!"

Flan tossed him aside, knocking the old man unconscious. He shattered the door with his sword and stepped inside to find two men cloaked in black monk's robes. They looked up at him with puzzlement, but Flan did not bother trying to extract any information from these two. They would either be trained too well in cloaking their minds or would only know what Henri had feed them. Flan cut both the two men in half with one blow and then quartered them.

Hearing Forrester outside groaning, he flew him back to the house, and woke him from the rest of the way from his sleep. Flan instructed Gretchen to help Mary Katherine toy with him, but not to allow her to kill him. He walked over to Mary Katherine. "See what he really knows under all that deceit! I am sure you and uncle Forrester have a lot of catching up to do." She smiled at him and displayed her new set of teeth to her dear uncle. "I will be back, leave death to me, but play with him like a toy, young one."

Flan flew back to the building to gather the body parts and place them beside Martin's. He returning to the building to look around. The two men lead the lives of monks, secluded and without any outside connections, except for a phone in the back room. It sat on and alter below an icon of Henri. Flan tore the picture from the wall and picked up the phone. A mortal man answered. "Is the task the Master required done? Have you please, Him who extracts the truth?" Flan whispered back to the man, "You mean he who kills and rapes women, don't you? This is Flannagan De Inverness. Tell your master his slaves are dead and I am coming for him soon."

Flan sent out images of all the women that Henri had murdered over his lifetime to the man on the phone. He cried out in despair and dropped the phone. They torment me now! What have I done?! The line went dead and Flan pulled the line from the wall.

Flan then flew back to check on how Mary Katherine was coming along with Uncle Forrester. "I almost feel sorry for the old Bastard, almost." Flan thought to himself as he lifted into the air.

 

[wideeyedone]

Quinn quivered and cried curled under the worn blanket. Henri was standing with one of his minions in the shadows. He held an ancient text stolen from McKenna Manor. The magic could not be grasped for another five hundred years. It was a mixture, a virgin McKenna woman from the line of Meara, the stars and the moon in the right place in the heavens and the holiest of ancient places. The girl could not help him. He could not steal what De Iverness had. It made him feel so very foolish for believing Forrester McKenna.

He could feel Forrester being tormented. The darkling woman torturing him was a new member of the vampiric order. But she had blood lust. He let thoughts of Forrester go. It was time to finish breaking Quinn. She was blood starved and weak, her body was cold and her heart was barely beating. Her red tear drops stained her face as if she were some alabaster holy icon. Henri touched her cold throat. So close to death this little one was. And all for the love of a man that could not stay faithful. The sexuality of a McKenna woman was a powerful thing, but Henri told himself if he could have the love of a woman like Quinn perhaps he could stop enjoying himself with his dying victims. Henri had never really liked the seasoning of male blood, women tasted so much better.

He ran his fingers through Quinn's hair. "He isn't coming, my darling. I tried to get him to come, but he has moved on. He is going to raise the child that Mary Katherine is carrying." His lies slid off his tongue with such ease. He unchained the manacles from her wrist. "Come come, pet. You are of no use to me down here." He swept her up in his arms and wrapped her in the blanket. In the still of the night, he carried her across the street to the apartment he was keeping. He bundled her into bed and kissed her forehead.

"Fear me no longer, child. My quarrel was with De Iverness. You are safe now. He doesn't care about you, so I have no need to kill you." Quinn said nothing. Her eyes were open and her tears were falling, but there were no more words. She was done with words, she was done with everything.

 

[Horus_rules]

Lord John Dalton landed in the courtyard beside Mary Katherine. "Flan called me and asked if I would help you with your first taking of blood. When you draw blood you will experience your victims memories and thoughts. Forrester here has been trained to cloak his thoughts, but pain tends to negate this ability in mortals.

Mary Katherine smiled at Uncle Forrester, her fangs showing. "So do you want to tell me what you know? Or do I get to play with you and force it out of you, you old Bastard?" She did not wait for him to answer before she had her fangs buried into his neck. Lord Dalton reached out and touched Mary Katherine's shoulder. "Easy, young one, you're stronger than you think. You do not want to snap his neck."

Mary Katherine sucked the old man's blood into her and saw the images of his life. She felt his fear of the power that lies within all the McKenna women. She felt his hate for Flan for taking away all his power. She saw Henri sink his fangs into Quinn and then pick her up in his arms and take off into the air. She tried to see more recent memories, but he was stopping her. Mary Katherine pulled away from her Uncles neck. "He is being trouble, so I guess it is time to get rougher." Mary Katherine laughed with delight. Lord Dalton instructed her on how to seal the wounds to keep him alive. Lord Dalton looked at Forrester. "I believe you will live to regret you decision, for now anyway."

Mary Katherine spoke in the ancient language that Nessa was feeding her mind. Forrester flew back against the wall, his body trapped there by and invisible force. His arms and legs were spread out wide, Mary Katherine moved her hands into a fist.

Forrester's body twisted and turned in the most unnatural ways. He screamed in agony. "It seems that I get to torment you as both the witch you feared and the creature you were afraid to mention. Tell me what you know!"

Flan landed in the courtyard, with his sword in hand. He smiled at the sight before him. "Good Evening, Mary Katherine. Have you been having fun with Uncle Forrester? How she doing John?" Mary Katherine just smiled as she let Forrester fall to the floor. Flan walked over to the crumpled of man and jerked his head back so that he saw Flan's eyes. "You do not seem to understand what is going on here. This is your trial and your execution, you will die tonight for your sins against the women of your clan. The only question is how much pain will you endure before you die. Tell me all you know now and I will end your misery with two quick blows of my claidheamh mòr or I will take you and Mary Katherine back to McKenna Manor and let the rest of the McKenna women have their turn at using their magic to torture you until there is nothing left of you. The choice is yours, but you must choose now."

Flan let go of Forrester's head, stood up, and held the sword under his chin. "Will you tell and then die like a McKenna man of old, or shall we let the women of your clan unload years of hate on your miserable soul?" Forrester let go of the secrets in his mind and Flan saw Him walk into All Hallows Church and enter the hidden door way in the back of the church. Forrester
reveled the secret passageway behind the ancient Roman Crypt.

"Stand up and take your punishment like a true Pict would have, facing your executioner with your eyes wide open." Forrester gathered himself to his feet, stood facing Flan, and nodded his head. Flan gripped the sword tighter, spun around, and Forrester was looking wide-eyed, when he fell apart into four pieces. Flan showed John the spots around the four corners of the world, with his mind. John went to work on depositing Forrester's body.

Flan flew immediately to All Hallows Church with Mary Katherine in one hand and his sword in the other. They landed in back of the church and went immediately to the spot he had seen in Forrester's eyes. Mary Katherine lead the way through the maze of ancient catacombs until he got a whiff of Quinn's perfume. He found the hidden chamber open and went inside, only to find it empty.

The sight of bones and skulls littered the room. A small stone sarcophagus was at the edge of the room and chains extended out of the wall. Flan found Quinn's clothing shredded and torn, a heap on the floor. He could smell her blood and the scent of ink in the room.

"Henri! Where have you taken my Quinn?! She was here only hours ago." He scooped her clothing up in his arms and slumped down against the wall where she had been chained. Flan softly wept for his love.

Mary Katherine walked over to Flan and sat down beside him. "I am sorry that she is not here, but maybe if I touch her clothing, I will be able to tell where Henri has taken her." Mary Katherine reached over and touched the cloth. As she did her eyes flew wide open and she fell into a deep trance.

Nessa's voice suddenly filled the air. "Henri Boulanger! You have angered the ancients and We are coming for you soon, very soon. Quinn and Morgan, Flan has never stopped looking for you, his love for you is strong."

The air grew silent and Mary Katherine looked over at Flan. "She is near by, Flan. Nessa tells me she is trying to speak with Quinn, but her mind is closed to anyone. We will find her soon. Flan, let's leave this place."