(OOC: This is a side story to Lustful Intentions where Jon and Anna flee to escape the wrath of Damon until Jon has the strength to meet him face to face. If you have not had the chance to read Lustful Intentions, I strongly recommend you do before coming along for the ride that these two are about to take. It will help you understand the history of how these two met and the life that both led before joining together.

In this story, Jon has just become a vampire and is learning and experiencing the life for the first time. This is meant to be a learning quest for Jon as well as a chance for Anna to show Jon a part of her past and allow the two to grow closer as a couple. I'm sure they will encounter other vampires but I don't believe that we will need the assistance from other writers in this particular thread.

On the other hand, Lustful Intentions will continue to run while Jon and Anna are away. Damon and his followers will still continue to run the business as usual and Damon will try to locate Jon and Anna who will always seem to be one step ahead of him until the moment is right for them to return for a show down. If you would like to partake in the fun of Lustful Intentions, please post a bio in the OOC thread for Lustful and we will do our best to bring you into the story.

I am very proud of Lustful Intentions that it has lasted for so long and continues to be a strong roleplay. I hope that The Escape will be just as successful and everyone will enjoy it as well. All comments and suggestions regarding this and Lustful Intentions are welcomed in the OOC thread. With that being said... I give you, The Escape.)


Their plane had taken off over 8 hours ago and Jon found himself growing restless. "When will we be there?" he thought to himself. He peered out the small plane window to see nothing but blackness. Jon sighed then rested his head back upon the pillow.

Jon and Anna had spent the first several hours talking about all the new experiences Jon was seeing and feeling for the first time. He truly did feel like a child learning something new and exciting. One thing he found absolutely amazing was the fact that he never felt the urge to relieve himself of bodily fluids and laughed at himself for never noticing that Anna never exused herself to go to the ladies room. Together they laughed and passed the time with conversation.

Eventually they both grew tired and although the moon still set itself high in the night sky, they thought it best to try and get some rest. The private plane offered all the amenities of a lavish hotel suite, even a queen sized bed nestled in the back. Jon and Anna retired there and fell into a deep sleep. At first Jon's mind raced with thoughts and images that were not his own, those of a woman who looked like Anna and he realized that a part of her must have carried over during his transformation. A smile crossed his lips as his last thoughts were of how he and Anna were now tied to each other in more ways than one.

Now he laid there silently staring at the plane's ceiling. Jon let out another sigh and then adjusted himelf to watch Anna sleep. Carefully he brushed the hair from her face exposing the flawless beauty that lie beneath it. It also exposed Anna's neck and a sudden hunger hit him in the pit of his stomache. Jon winced from the pain the hunger caused and let out a low moan.

Just as if a silent alarm had gone off, a flight attendant appeared with a small wine glass filled with crimson life. "Pardon me sir, I sensed you were hungry. Please, take and enjoy," said the small Asian girl holding the sterling silver serving tray. Jon nodded and took the glass and drained it's contents quickly. The pain eased and he felt himself start to relax again. Jon returned the wine glass to the tray and the young girl bowed and returned to the front of the cabin. When Jon returned his gaze to Anna he found a pair of piercing eyes staring back at him. He smiled and whispered, "Sleep well?"

Watching Jon turn towards her, Anna forgot how volatile fledglings could be in their first few days and weeks.

“I slept fine, until I got the strange sensation I was about to be nibbled on.” A smirk spread across her lips, as she turned to completely face Jon and propped herself up on her elbow, whilst resting her head on her hand.

“So how are you doing? Honestly.” Her voice calm and concerning, wanting to get a general feel for what was racing through Jon’s mind, even though she could have easily checked herself, from him she wanted it to come from his mouth not his mind. In layman’s terms, like making a toddler use their words instead of simply whining for something.

One thing that vampires tended to do early out is charade everything, paint a pristine picture and in turn, their mind begins to turn mad with inner struggle. Externalizing those emotions was one of the biggest steps a young vampire could learn. Sometimes, people took this as coming off as whiny or erratic but in actuality it was the first step in not going crazy.

Anna lifted a hand to Jon’s face and touched his cheek. It had changed and no longer held that supple fleshy sensation that it had only hours earlier but it was still him and for the moment, that was a reassuring thing.

Jon laughed at Anna's comment of being nibbled on. "If it hadn't of been for that flight attendant, I just might have." He smiled as she reached up to touch his face. "Will it always hurt like that when I hunger?" he asked, a seriousness to his voice.

Jon sat up and reached for the shirt from a nearby hook and slipped carelessly into it forgetting to button it before reaching for Anna's hand. He led her into the main cabin of the plane and took a seat on a plush couch that ran it's length. Jon motioned for Anna to sit next to him.

Once again the flight attendant reappeared from behind her curtain, this time with two small glasses and sat them upon a small table secured to the floor. She said nothing, nodded and retreated once again. "Strange little thing isn't she? Is she one of your... servants?" he asked as he picked up the two glasses handing one to Anna.

Anna offered an apologetic smile, “For awhile it will, hurt that is. It’s different for everyone; some people are crippled by the sensation others are simply annoyed by it and then when you’re as old as I am, you simply begin to forget that you even thirst anymore.”

As Jon reached for both glasses off the silver tray, Anna gave a thanking nod to the young girl and then retrieved the drink from Jon’s hand as she spoke politely, “She is but not like you envision a servant I imagine. I mean, she doesn’t spend her time waiting for me to hop on my jet to fly somewhere. When I go somewhere calls are made and servants arrive.”

Anna took a small sip from her goblet and then handed it to Jon, “Trust me, you need this far more than I.” and as she watched him consume the liquid she continued to speak.

“In the next few weeks or however long we need, I want you to realize that the world that you partook in, really doesn’t apply in this existence that we hold. There is an entirely new current to things and you will take witness to ‘our’ world within a world, that we live.”

Jon’s eyes looked like could have popped out of his head as she continued explaining how orders worked and how cities operated in the underworld of sorts. The wonderment that surfaced in his eyes and the expressions and curiosity that she could see growing inside of him was, in short, endearing to say the least.

Jon finished the two glasses and felt a calm wash over him. He smiled as he listened to Anna speak of what the future would hold for the two of them. "So where exactly are we going?" he asked and then looked down at the watch upon his wrist. They left the states well over 9 hours ago and he was beginning to get cabin fever, literally. "I don't know how much more I can handle sitting on this plane."

Jon reached over and took Anna's hand in his, placing a tender kiss at her wrist. She was so intriguing and he couldn't wait to learn more about her and where she came from. He remembered how his mind raced before they fell asleep and looked at Anna in a questioning way. "Before I fell asleep earlier, I kept seeing images of a woman that appeared to be you. What do you suppose that was? Could it have been your thoughts?" Jon adjusted himself in his seat to try to find comfort from sitting for so long. "I mean, before you were able to read my mind, is that what I was doing?"

Jon stopped and thoughts some more of the images/thoughts then shook his head, "No, it couldn't have been recently because you still had an innocense about you... very carefree. You were running through a field and laughing. I couldn't see anyone else but you kept turning back to look at me, reaching out for me to follow. It was strange because I didn't know you at that time in your life."

Jon turned his eyes back to Anna and noticed how beautiful she was. Never had he been so smitten like this before. Suddenly there was a different pain that surged throughout his body. "Grrr.... What is this?" Apparently his body was still adjusting to the life of the undead. It quickly went away and Jon tried to relax but between the painful attack, the hunger pains and being stuck on a plane for such a long time, Jon was growing restless and he could feel a different type of hunger growing inside him. This time it was more of an urge to reak havoc and cause distruction. He turned to look at Anna, his eyes flashing silver, "I've got to get off this plane... and soon."

Anna let a soft smile find her lips as he spoke of the images he saw. Yes, it had been her; as a child, at her farmhouse near the mountains. Many afternoons of her youth had she spent chasing what not through the fields and imagining vivid treks through the river and surrounding forests. A child of nature, her grandmother had called her a sprite of the wilderness.

As Anna looked out the plane window at the approaching city below, she thought of how ironic all that seemed now in her present state. Her gaze turned back towards Jon as she could sense the strain in his voice.

“We’ll be landing momentarily.” She slid back so that he could see the vast ocean of city lights that displayed themselves below the plane, “Paris, a vampies playground.”

She reached out and grasped his hand, then stood to prepare for landing.

Jon looked out the window to see all the lights below twinkling in the darkness. It was alluring and Jon couldn't wait to get off the plane and on solid ground. He took Anna's hand and stood near her; her scent catching him slightly off guard. "When we get this plane on the ground..." Jon paused and took a deep breath and nuzzled Anna's neck, "... the things I'm going to do to you!" A sedistic smile crossed his lips and he suddenly felt the plane jerk.

The jolt of the tires hitting the runway was unexpected and Jon lost his footing for only a second. It was amazing how quick his reflexes were now that he was a vampire. Instantly like a child's thought Jon turned to look at Anna, "Will I be able to fly?" He almost couldn't contain his own laughter but at the same time, he was definately curious of what powers he would now possess.

Jon and Anna stepped out upon the runway to see a black limo waiting for them, a red carpet rolled out before them. "I already love this place," he said, wrapping his arm around Anna's waist pulling her into him. He smiled as he looked down upon her lovely face.

As they walked towards the awaiting limo, Jon stopped and closed his eyes. There were whispers upon the wind and they flooded his ears. "Wait... there are others... here, but not here?" He was confused but at the same time intrigued. "How do they know that we have arrived?" he asked as they began walking again and sat in the back of the car. Jon watched the plane disappear in the distance and wondered where they were headed.

The stretch limo oozed its way down the avenue, towards the craziness of the downtown area, set with high rises and the modern touches of the day that still intermingled with the old flare of Paris.

“There are many others here and they always know when new blood has arrived.” She gave him a smirk, “that would be you my dear. Paris and many of the European cities are a haven to our kind, simply because they have fostered us the longest and we’ve managed to survive and coexist with the humans here quite easily for some time now.”

The car took a few calculated turns and found itself, crawling along a rather populated street stopping just outside what appeared to be a rather fancy apartment complex, fully set with doorman and everything.

She continued to speak as the two were escorted out of the limo and their bags were carried in behind them, “This first part of journey is going to be one of the hardest for you, I just want to make you aware of that. Things here, in this city are made a bit easy for us, but it means that one has to be all the more aware of their powers and limits.” She gave a smirk as she pushed the lift button to the higher floor, “Something that generally proves difficult for newbies, such as yourself.”

Anna paid the bellman and locked the large, detailed door behind him. Jon had already made his way over the small wrought iron balcony just beyond the appropriately settled French doors as the winds of the night began to arouse old senses back into Anna.

Moving in behind him she slid her slender arms around his waist, letting her hands reside at his torso and resting her head on his back, just between his shoulder blades. She listened to the absence of a heart while she spoke reminiscently, “I used to rule this city you know. There wasn’t a place or a person that I couldn’t have made mine when I resided here. I made a life for myself here, or at least what I thought was to be my life.”

Her words trailed off as she simply held onto Jon for fear of withering under her own weight and also maybe afraid to let go for a second time of something that she so deeply cared for.

Her thoughts fell back to the days when this used to be ‘their’ playground. When they would masquerade amongst the people and make game out of naïve souls that wondered the streets. Like a vampiric king and queen they were and she would have been none the happier for it to remain that way.

She recalled an evening atop the Eiffel Tower where the two sat and admired ‘their’ city, The City of Lights, the public chose to call it and at that time it most definitely was. Looking out into the vast blackness of night cut meticulously by the fire burning lanterns of the avenues and back alleys. He caressed her face as he renamed it, “The City of Darkness”.

Anna mouthed the words in memory.

Jon stirred from beneath her grasp, which in turn stimulated her back into the present and forcing herself to turn back into the flat she shut out the memories once again.

Anna’s voice became enthused and agenda driven “Well, alright. Busy evening ahead of us…you sir, have a lot of learning to do this night…” she looked him up and down and smiled softly, “and I have all the faith in the world that you will be an apt pupil.”

Jon listened as Anna spoke, her words washing over him in a soothing manner. He placed a hand over hers as she wrapped herself around him. He enjoyed having her so close to him, but he sensed that she wasn't completely there. When he turned to look at her he noticed how she slightly jumped and then walked away quickly.

Jon followed her into the suite that would now become their home, or for at least a little while. Anna began speaking again of things he would need to learn but when his eyes fixed upon the bed her words were instantly drowned out by the thoughts of their naked body moving against each other. A smirk curled the ends of his lips and he turned to look back at Anna.

"So... my sexy little teacher," he said as he walked over to her, bending slightly at the knees to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her close to him, "what's my first lesson?" There was a playfulness in his voice as well a hunger she surely had heard in him before.

Knock, knock ... Pardon Madam. Your signature is required. The doorman stood in the doorway, his head bowed; he dared not raise it. Jon was amused at how Anna was treated like royalty and he wondered if he would eventually reach that status as well. Jon released Anna from his hold and began to look around their new home.

The room was decked out to the hilt with any and everything they could ever want. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at Anna before walking into the luxurious bathroom. Another smirk crossed his lips as he looked at the oversized bathtub with jets. "We'll have plenty of fun in that I'll be willing to bet!" he said softly and turned to see Anna standing right behind him. He did nothing but smile.

Anna signed for the room and then returned back to Jon as he stood there staring at the large tub, like a child before Christmas. She pressed her body into his back and leaned in, whispering in his ear, “Care to get cleaned up before we venture out for the evening? A few lessons before the real teaching begins.” Her tongue licked at the bottom of his lobe as she moved away from him.

She sauntered herself over to the bath faucet and turned the brass knobs, releasing a flood of water into the basin. Steam began to fill the tiled space as Anna effortlessly slipped herself out of her clothes. Jon desperately wanted to touch her but she kept a distance, playing the coy fox, if you will.

Anna switched off the lights to the room, bringing their vampiric vision into full effect, heightening the senses and allowing for the city lights of Paris to empty into the room. The light breeze smelt of Spring rain and sweet lavender, an intoxicating aroma even to the simplest of beings.

Jon looked almost ready to jump out of his skin as he watched Anna sink into the water, creating a glistening sheen to her flawless skin. Sinking herself under the surface and rising again, a small baptismal of the events to come, her eyes drifted up to his… an unspoken invitation.

It took everything in him for Jon to keep from jumping into the tub with all his clothes on. The mere idea of being with Anna again would have sent his pulse racing but now that he didn't have one, it caused his entire body to tingle and a hunger began to grow within him and not only in his jeans.

When Anna turned off the lights Jon smiled as his vision changed. Once again he was amazed at how he could see perfectly well without the aid of artifical light. He quickly looked around the room and then back to Anna now submerged in the steaming waters up to her neck. Jon quickly pulled the shirt from his back and kicked his boots to the side. After removing his socks he began to walk towards Anna, unbuttoning his jeans along the way.

Jon stood for a moment at the tub's edge just watching her with a smile upon his face. Playfully he opened the fly of his jeans exposing his lower torso, his adonis lines alluring the eyes to look deeper. Standing before her he slowly pushed his pants to his knees and then stood back up allowing her to take him all in. His once toned body that seemed flawless before now seemed to be something completely unreal. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body and every muscle was cut precisly as if he was a marble statue. His skin tone was no longer the warm tan from hours spent in the sun, it now had a pale ivory hue without a single blimish or scar. He was a walking, talking David and was her's for the taking. "See anything you like?" he asked playfully before stepping into the warm water.

Watching him slink down into the water Anna extended a hand to him, “Much.” With a twist of her wrist she had pulled him onto her, causing the water to splash over onto the tiled floor, enveloping his lips with her own.

His body was different now and even kissing him, I mean really kissing him, was different too. She no longer had to ‘be careful’; didn’t have to try and hide or manipulate the senses and that was a very exciting prospect as well.

Anna wrapped her legs around his torso, lifting herself onto his lap and allowing her head to drop back as she felt him enter her for the first time…as a vampire. A yelp escaped her mouth as she pressed herself deeper onto him. Breathing a sigh of anticipation and allowing a whispered prayer of satisfaction to fly on the wind, “Oh, fuck Jon. “

Her arms encompassed his shoulder as she pulled herself deeper onto him, sending her eyes to go jet black; wanting more…suddenly needing more.

Jon is taken aback at how quickly Anna pulls him to her but doesn't dare resist her. The feel of her slide down upon him was unlike any other time they had been together. She was different this time but then again the same. Jon bit his bottom lip as she sunk further down upon him. Forgetting his teeth, Jon tasted the blood from his punctured lip and a deep low growl escaped his throat. Jon instantly focused on Anna's exposed neck and with the taste of blood already upon his breath he could not resist.

Forcefully, Jon thrusts himself deep within Anna as he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck. With every suck he pushed into her, slowly retracting as he would swallow her sweet life. Jon's senses were in overload once more for that evening but this time it was a million times better.

Jon released his bite from her neck, blood upon his lips but that did not stop him from taking her lips in a deep passionate kiss. Wrapping an arm around Anna's waist he picks her up and sits her upon the edge of the tub. He pushed her back to rest against the tiled wall; he wanted to watch her as he fucked her. Grabbing at her hips, he began to move in and out of her, savoring how she felt and the hunger that she caused deep within him. With each movement he made every muscle in his body tensed while her breasts rocked along with the motions. Jon reached up and took one in his hand. His eyes drifted up to hers and a smiled crossed his crimson tinted lips.

Anna’s head was swimming as Jon pushed her back up against tiled wall and drove himself deeper into her; feeling everything move harder and stronger inside of her. She had to admit the drawing blood bit was a bit risky on his part but that riskiness seemed to excite her all the more.

Determined not to let him own this moment, she gave him a forceful shove back into the water, once again sending water cascading out the sides of the basin. Her eyes screamed of desire as she slunk her way to him and let her hands rove up his legs and move her nails over high inner thighs and up his stomach; allowing her breasts to catch up and press themselves against his excited self.

“You didn’t think you were the only one who needed this, did you?” she let her lips find his chest and as her tongue played with the nipple situated over his heart, she made her move.

Holding to his torso, she knew he wouldn’t be ready for this, infact, she wasn’t completely sure he wouldn’t pass out from it but he was here to learn, was he not; this was just another lesson. Anna sank her teeth into his chest, just at the base of where his heart sat in the closest proximity to the blood thirsting organ and while puncturing it was impossible, the blood here was at its sweetest and held the most strength.

Anna felt Jon tighten up immediately, as he grabbed the sides of the tub almost in desperation, completely unaware of how to react to this. Anna held on tight to his body as she knew that every nerve in his body was freaking out…an immortal orgasm if you will.

"FUCK!" he yelled out as she took her first bite. Jon's eyes rolled back into his head and his grip on the edge of the tub was intense, so intense that cracks ran down the ceramic frame and disappearing into the water. Jon let his head fall back as he tried his best to catch his breath.

Jon opened his eyes, a flash of silver as he focused on the ceiling of the bathroom. The experience he was having was a mixture of pure ecstasy and that of immense pain; he loved it but at the same time he hated it and wanted to throw her from him. "Stop..." he said weakly, moving his hands from the tub to her shoulders. When she started to pull away, he kept her at her place. She looked up at him but he did not look back.

Jon gasped once more but this was more of a whisper carried upon the wind followed by the sound of a cat's purr. He brought his head back up and looked down to her. There was a deep seeded passion and longing in his eyes and his fangs were at their peak. "Why does it... hurt yet feel ... amazing?" he asked between breaths, releasing his hold to allow her to pull away. He pulled her hips up to him and slowly slid her back down over him; a growl escaped his throat once more.

The water surrounding them now took on a crimson color as their liquid tango continued, once again resuming with Anna perched feverishly on top of Jon.

Grinding herself into him, she replied to his question, “It’s what lets us still know we’re alive.” She kissed his mouth letting his own blood fall upon his lips.

Anna’s breath wavering and airy, “You should try walking into the sun sometime…about the only thing that comes close…” she moved to his ear, “but with slightly more detrimental consequences.”

It had been centuries since she had made love in such a vampiric and carnal way… and she had to admit, she had missed it. Pushing each other to the brink of expulsion and recovering from the act in remarkable time. So fascinating…

Anna rocked her hips against Jon’s and as if to initiate the climax, she dropped her head back to his artery and let her teeth sink once more into his youthful and taught skin. She began to pull the thickness from his throat, harder, stronger; her hands grasped the tub as she prepared for him to struggle once more. Although, she was still much stronger than he, Jon was still a force to be reckoned with.

Between the thrusts of her hips and the pressure of her mouth, Anna truly controlled this moment; more than Jon had ever experienced before. Her mind called out to him, “Don’t fight it…”

"God Damnit! Fucking give me a chance," he strains to say as she sinks her teeth into him for the second time. Jon's head began to swim from the act of her drinking. The only think keeping him from drifting off into the quiet darkness was the feel of her body moving over him in a mythodical rythem.

Jon places his hands at her hips and applies enough force at the pressure points to cause her to release her hold at his neck. When she looked up at him he smirked, "Cheater!" Jon licked his lips and pulled her lips to his. Once again he grabbed her by the waist but this time he stood up. He was amazed that he was able to go from so weak to full strength in a matter of seconds.

Jon stepped out of the tub, water falling from their bodies and onto the floor. Jon reached the basin countertop and sat Anna upon it. He perched himself upon the balls of his feet to find the right angle in which to enter her and send her body writhing in ecstasy. "My turn," he whispered in her ear as he began to ram himself deep within her. With each thrust his pace grew faster. "Enough playing," he thought as he lowered his head to barely brush her shoulder. Every whimper and every moan that escaped from Anna caused him to push her farther.

Just when Jon could take no more he remember how she reacted when he let the instinctive growl hum in his throat. As if to taunt her even more and drive her completely insane, Jon lifted his head and growl deep and low in Anna's ear just as he exploded. Every muscle in his body grew paralised from the orgasm he just experience, one of such intensity that he had never had before. When his muscles began to relax he smiled as he felt Anna pulse around him. Playfully he nibble at her neck, rotating between soft growls and purrs. "Mmmm... I love being dead."

Anna smiled as she watched Jon checking out his new digs. A bit of a change from the apparel he was used to but still nothing too far from his comfort zone. Relaxed, black dress pants that sat deliciously on his hips and a stretch, fitted dress T, in a deep garnet hue, that hugged every one of the muscles on his now permanently toned upper body.

“Red looks good on you.” She gave a small laugh as he glanced up and gave her an ‘oh really’ look, “In more ways than one I guess.”

She adjusted the diamond watch on her wrist and extended her hand as she moved towards the door. “Are you ready for your first night out?”

For their night in Paris, Anna donned a body hugging, strapless, black leather dress and knee high, black stiletto boots. A silver ankh pendant, hung from her neck, accompanied by the luscious tendrils of blonde that graced her bare shoulders. In other settings Anna would have stood out in a crowd easily, but in Paris, she was just another fashional vixen.

For some reason she could sense that Jon was nervous or maybe anxious. He had never been in contact with other vampires before and tonight he would meet quite a few, if Damon hadn’t banished too many from existence yet. Her mind looked back onto the streets that they passed and turned them into the streets that she had ventured along so many years ago. She hadn’t taken the time to think what coming back here might actually do to her, for like usual, it was never about her, always another. Always.

She laid her hand upon Jon’s leg as the limo moved to their first destination, a dance club that garnished many of the ‘who’s who’ in Paris, run of course by an immortal, Zander, not quite as old as Anna, but then again, there weren’t many of those left now who were, were there.

Jon shifted slightly in his new clothing while sitting in the limo. The feel of the fabric against his skin was foreign but he didn’t know if it was because he had never worn such clothing or if it was because he was now a vampire. Everything was new for him and he was definitely enjoying the life so far. Everything seemed so much more intense and intoxicating… and extremely addicting.

Jon smiled and looked at Anna when she rested her hand upon his thigh. “So my dear, where are we off to?” With a twinkle in his eye he asked, “Are we going to meet more vampires?” He bit his bottom lip playfully but deep down he suddenly grew anxious and a bit nervous. Being around Anna was easy; they had history, however short it may be he knew her before he was turned. He didn’t know what to expect from other vampires. Would they accept him or wish to turn him away because he was new.

Jon turned to look out the window of the limo. Paris was beautiful and beyond anything he had seen in pictures. Something inside him told him that he could easily fall in love with this city and never want to leave but he knew that he couldn’t have that dream, at least not until Damon was dead or decided to leave he and Anna alone.

Jon rested his hand on top of Anna’s and turned back to look at her. He didn’t want to spend his first night as a vampire worrying about the problems they left behind in America. Tonight was about starting all over and experiencing life in a whole new light.

“Just going to see an old friend and work on getting you settled into your new existence.” Anna offered a warm smile and then nodded out the window to the nightclub entrance that the limo had eased itself in front of.

“You will not be an ‘only’ here. The moment you walk through those doors your mind will be sought out. To deny them, simply think of nothing but what’s going on around you; do not reflect back to America, do not think about Damon and above all act as if you have no qualms about being in this place, create your own existence.” She kissed his cheek and offered him a smile, “This is lesson number one… for tonight. I’ll be watching over you but it would be best for you to master this skill tonight; for we have many other, more delicate matters to concern ourselves with.”

There was a line of people at least half way down the block but none were apparently disapproving of the wait. They knew the payoff inside was well worth their time. Anna had not told Jon that this club was essentially the hot bed for the blood drinkers on the Parisian scene but she knew if Jon was to stand any chance against a greater, then easing into situations wasn’t going to be an option. The driver came round and opened the door, allowing Jon to slide himself out and for he in return to offer a hand to Anna as she too exited the car.

The driver offered a pleasant nod to the both of them and returned back to the vehicle. Anna pulled Jon close to her, in all appearances to hug him, the way young couples do on their first public outing together. She slipped her hands lightly around his waist and then leaned into his ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right here.” She sealed his lips with a warm kiss and moved her lithe frame to the door, Jon directly behind her.

Just like her club back home the bouncer graciously opened the door for the two of them and as the cool, thick air of bodies, alcohol rushed on them, Anna immediately sensed Zander and with Jon in toe she made her way to the large expanse of a bar, keeping her step in complete rhythm with the techno bass emanating from the DJ stand.

Jon took in Anna’s words and took a deep breath before they entered the bar. Keep your thoughts away from America, he reminded himself and as soon as he breached the front doors he instantly felt the presence of others. It was as if he could hear their thoughts but at the same time it was like a foreign language. He started to laugh at himself, “Duh, we are in Paris you idiot.” He smirked and followed closely behind Anna, keeping his fingers intertwined with hers.

As they approached the bar he caught scent of something and looked to his left. A extremely attractive woman was standing next to him. He second guessed himself briefly, wondering if she was standing there two seconds ago, but reminded himself that they could move at such lighting speeds. She smiled, her tongue flicking one of her incisors. Jon smiled and nodded. “Velcome to Paris fledgling. Enjoying our city?” she asked in a heavily accented voice.

“Very much so.” He knew that he couldn’t show any sign of weakness or fear so he dug deep within himself to find a confidence he had shown the first time he met Anna. He knew not to think too much as they have the powers to read minds. Jon flashed the woman a very dashing smile and nodded towards the bar, “Shall we buy you a drink?” Gently he pulled Anna to his side, exposing her to the woman who had appeared next to him. The woman began to laugh, “Forgive me. I zought you vere alone.” And like that, she vanished.

Jon looked down at Anna. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He wanted to laugh out loud but knew that would only gather more attention that what he was already gathering. “Are they all like that?”

Anna was humored by the female vampires initial interest in Jon. She recalled how it was generally the females of Paris that were always looking for a fresh young fledgling to inevitably make their own. The males were more like this through the Baltic regions and for the first time Anna realized how each area of the world vampires actually did have their own distinctions.

“No, not all; only those who lack imagination and would rather have a ‘pet’ than a companion.” She gave Jon a smile as they continued to move down towards what could be considered the center of the bar.

She could feel others around her and in that is gave her a bit of solace, being with one’s own, not that Jon wasn’t, but it was different; especially after the information that Damon had shared with her before their departure. She had no idea how far his hand had touched and so returning to any place from the past was a great unknown.

The two of them sat at the bar for awhile people watching, playing some insane little game of ‘Are they or aren’t they?’ as vampires strode themselves nearby and around the room. Anna could feel herself relaxing again, as she gently would place a hand on Jon’s leg or lean in and touch his arm. His questions still amused her and she even let a small laugh escape as the two blended easily amongst the beautiful people of Paris.

“Et alors la beauté et la mort me sont apparues encore.” The familiar, melodic voice made Anna’s heart jump slightly in delight as she felt a strong hand slide to her side, knowing that a tall muscular black man would be on the receiving end of it.

“Et vous l'avez accueilli comme vous avez beaucoup fois avant.” The words flowed eloquently from her lips, as if she had been speaking the language her entire existence. She swiveled her chair and smiled as she stood to embrace Zander in a friendly hug.

Her eyes appeared almost to tear a bit as she looked upon the face of her old friend but she quickly shook the notion, “Oh it’s so good to see you again.” They offered the polite cheek kisses, “I feared you might have left this place and I’d be forced to take yet another one of your businesses over again.”

Zander gave her a smart look and then turned his attention to Jon, “So Ms. Anna, taking on students once again.” He paused as he checked Jon up and down like he was a mannequin in a store window, “Or wait, is this something more.”

Jealousy stirred in Jon as he watched the black man wrap his arms around Anna in a warm embrace. His eyes narrowed and he bit the tip of his tongue to keep from saying something he surely would regret later. He was realizing that he had to trust Anna now that they were in “her” city.

Jon let out a little chuckle when the man asked if Jon was a student. Every ounce of him wanted to pull Anna next to his side and tell this guy off and that he was definitely more than just a “pupil” but again, he kept his temper at bay.

Trying not to let the green little monster get the best of him, Jon turned his attention to the barmaid who had returned to see if they wanted something else. Jon saw this as his opportunity to show his charming side and let Anna know that he was ready to accept the life of the undead. “I’ll take three…” he paused to look back at the old friend of Anna’s and smiled with a nod to show that he was including him in his order, “of your freshest.” He left off the word blood just for the simple reason that he wasn’t sure who was real and who was a poser around them. The last thing he wanted was some lackey of Damon’s to send a message that they had located Jon and Anna.

When the girl returned with 3 mini goblets filled with a dark crimson liquid, he took two in his hands, first handing one to Anna with a gentle kiss upon her cheek. Jon paused for a moment at her ear and let a small growl escape his throat. He smiled as he watched her body slightly tense and then handed the other to their guest. Jon extended his hand to the man and introduced himself, “I’m Jon by the way, a “friend” of Anna’s”. He turned and winked at Anna when he said friend.

He reached beyond her to the third small goblet and returned to the small party. Jon slipped an arm around Anna’s waist and raised his glass slightly, “To old friends and new acquaintances.” They all took a sip of their drink, Jon never taking his eyes off the black man.

Anna could sense what Jon was doing and no doubt Zander could as well but both had been around new vamps enough in their age, to know full well, this was merely them learning how to manage their emotions, learning to tie them from the ‘living world’ to their new one.

“Oh Anna, you have definitely found yourself a good one here.” Zander gave a coy smile in Jon’s direction, playfully taking on Jon’s stare. “I might have to keep you here longer so I can recall the fervor of your company as much as this one does.”

Anna cocked an eyebrow and smirked, politely shaking her head, “Now now, Zander, you should have plenty of memories to satisfy that portion of your want? Besides, Jon’s case is a bit different and means a bit more to me.” She gave Jon’s leg a squeeze, in assurance to relax and enjoy the room.

“Indeed.” Zander let his word trail a bit and once again a smirk found his lips. “Well, if your dear Jon doesn’t mind, I believe I have some things to discuss with you since last we talked.”

He took Anna’s hand in his and raised her off the bar stool, shot her a wink and turned his attention back to Jon, “You’ll be alright on your own for awhile won’t you friend?”

Zander had already slid Anna's waist in his large hand and was cradling her to his side. Anna looked off to the surrounding areas of the bar, searching the space for faces.

Jon took a deep breath, his chest rising in a most intimidating way. Any other human would have taken it as a sign to back the fuck off, but something told Jon that this guy wouldn’t flinch a bit by it. It was like he was taunting him to get pissed off and do something foolish and a part of Jon wanted to give in to that urge, but he knew that he was definitely out matched and it would embarrass Anna.

Jon narrowed his eyes and looked at Anna, the hand at her waist and then back up to the man who was attempting to take her from him. Mockingly he smiled and nodded, “Make sure you take good care of her, she is precious to more than just old friends, friend.”

Jon stood up from his seat and leaned into Anna, placing a tender kiss upon her cheek. “I’ll be right here when you return.” He stepped back and looked deeply into her eyes, he did not see an ounce of betrayal within her, but when he looked back at Zander he couldn’t help but feel that he would take her far from him if he could.

Jon watched as they walked away and then disappeared into the crowd. He sighed and turned to look back at the barmaid who had returned. “Anozzer love?” she asked, noticing that the woman had left. Jon looked at her and smiled. “Tempting,” he thought but held his lustful thoughts at bay. He would definitely need to run the thought by Anna to see if she was game to bringing others into their play at night.

He leaned in and rested upon his elbows. He was inches from her and he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. A low growl rumbled deep in his throat. The girl smiled, “Or vould joo prefer zometing different?” and bit her bottom lip. Jon cleared his throat and licked his lips.

“Tequila would be nice… or something with a little flare… if you could manage.” He felt the old Jon rearing his head and a sadistic smirk crossed his lips. He easily could imagine taking her behind the building and fucking her until she cried no more, but he knew that he had to be good otherwise he would lose Anna, and no matter how desirable the barmaid was, he wasn’t about to take that chance without permission.

As the girl bent over to reach for a bottle on the bottom shelf, Jon tilted his head to get a better look and bit his lip. When she came back up, she flipped her long jet black hair over her shoulder exposing her slender neck and a different kind of hunger started to grow within Jon. He looked over his shoulder to see if he could find Anna. He suddenly wanted something to nibble on and hoped she wouldn’t be long.

Once inside Zander’s underground office; with its thick brick walls and warmly lit corners, Anna breathed in the scent of memories past. She sat in the large overstuffed chair next to the huge stone carved fireplace and turned her attention to Zander.

“Do you know what has happened old friend? Or perhaps I should be asking you what happened?” her tone plain and relaxed, not wavering in emotion or distraught.

Zander leaned against his large mahogany desk and crossed his well muscled arms across his chest, offering Anna a small smile, “But of course I know what has happened, the whole lot of us know. Well, those of us who remain that is. And you should also know, that the word is out on you too my dear; “Long lost Anna, reunited with her Prince.” It really does have a nice ring to it.”

“Oh stop it Zander. Stop being so casual with the situation, we are not reunited and he… no longer is my Prince.” Her words faltered, “And I am not the Anna of years ago, not how they remember me to be that is.”

Zander’s expression was bewildered, “What are you saying girl, don’t you see. It’s just how it always was meant to be, you and he, together again; by whatever sort of twisted and malfunctioned finale it has come to be, he is yours again.”

“Stop it Zander. He is not and if you continue down this road of intent I shall deeply regret having found myself back in your presence.” Her eyes darted into his and not wanting to use any of the powers that had been bestowed upon her to use against another of her kind.

She looked into the flames of the hearth, “That person no longer exists for me, he cannot.” Her attention turned back to Zander, “Besides, I have taken on a much bigger venture, ultimately I fear damning my own self, no matter what I foresee the outcome to be.” Anna’s voice became low, almost inaudible, “I may not be coming back from this one.”

Not seeing Anna anywhere, Jon turned back to find the flawless beauty standing in front of him again. She bit her bottom lip again, oh how he loved that, and presented her drink to him. “Itz my perzonal drink. Itz called Sexual Dezire.” Jon couldn’t help but chuckle. He could smell the sexual tension oozing from her and the scent was sending his senses reeling.

“Well, then… maybe you should make one for yourself as well. I don’t want to be the only one enjoying themselves,” he said with a smirk. He watched as she bent over again and made the shot once more for herself. Once completed in her task she took the small glass into her slender hand and brought it up to her lips. “Hold on honey… we’ve got to toast first. Kind of like foreplay before sex... and since this is a Sexual Desire I wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”

The barmaid giggled and nodded. Jon made a silly little toast with all kinds of sexual innuendos and then the two of them emptied their glasses. Jon was a little disappointed that the effect wasn’t what he expected. He tasted the alcohol and the drink had a good flavor, but he didn’t feel that chill rush over him like it used to. It was as if he has just taken a shot of juice. He shrugged it off as one thing he was going to have to get used to now that he was a vampire.

He looked back over his shoulder to see if Anna was anywhere to be found and when he couldn’t find her, he return his attention back to the barmaid. “So… are you allowed to dance with a customer?” She blushed slightly and skipped off to the other girl working this section of the bar. After a couple of seconds she came back and said that she could take her break. Jon looked over to the other barmaid; she was equally as attractive and he shot her a wink. The girl smiled and nodded. Jon noticed that when she smiled she flicked her eye tooth. “Ah… a fellow vamp,” he thought. “I wonder if she knows that this one won’t be coming back for a while.”

Anyway, it didn’t matter. The girl jumped on top of the bar and was now sitting in front of Jon. Jon stood up and picked the girl up by her waist. He carefully slid her down his body, making sure that she felt the rippling body beneath the fine fabric of his clothes. When her feet touched the ground, he slightly pushed his hips into her, pressing his manhood against her. She blushed and Jon couldn’t help but laugh. “Shall we dance?”

Zander, realizing that Anna had come back to Paris in a much different mood or mindset, took a seat adjacent her in a similar leather chair and leaning on his forearm began to fill her in on all he knew.

Apparently, news from America was that her home and club had been destroyed and that any that she had working for her and were in the vicinity were more than likely now at the mercy of Damon. As for knowledge of her whereabouts, her exact locale was not being discussed on the ‘subconscious plane’, Anna figured her mental block had a big part in that but she knew there would be times when Damon caught glimpses of her. No vampire could keep up a wall for two people, forever.

“I know you’re taking a big risk in meeting with me Zander and for that I am grateful but I fear I may need a bit more of your help. I have to prepare that fledgling upstairs for the fight of his life, literally. I apologize ahead of time but I thought there no better training ground than Paris and better yet your establishment.” Anna’s voice sincere and polite, she and Zander had always had an understanding of things and in truth he became her close companion after the absence of Damon.

“Well, me ‘Cherie, you know, that you are always welcome here, whatever the outcome may be in the end. After all, we are the undead, how offended can we really be with what happens to us in the end. We’ve lived a grand life.” He reached out for her hand and kissed its backside.

Zander cleared his throat and then stood up, “As for your, Jon, I fear that his mortal side is learning how to dabble with his immortal side.” He paused, “but then again, this is Paris and is there really a better place to learn such things.”

He too had monitors like Anna had back her club and as he pressed the switch on his desk the entire club was illuminated. Anna had to smile, for Zander even had an inferred camera, where one could distinguish the ‘living’ bodies from, well, the ‘unliving’ ones.

Anna stepped up to the screens and just as she had done in her own club, she watched Jon move through the bodies on the floor, with the heated fervor that had first caught her eye weeks ago and apparently this time, like before, he had already found a toy.

Anna raised an eyebrow and watched in intrigue.

Jon let the girl lead him out onto the dance floor; the sound of the music seemed to pulse in everyone’s movements. Once they reached the middle of the room, she closed her eyes and bit her lip as she succumbed to the sound herself. Jon just stood and watched for a moment, taking in how her body moved to the music and how he started to long for the touch of her upon him.

Apparently she felt his eyes upon her because she opened her eyes and motioned for him to come to her; leave it to Jon to be a gentleman for once and come to her beck and call. Jon placed his hands upon her hips and pulled her into him. He began to move with her allowing her body to brush up against his in an all too familiar “don’t you want to fuck me” fashion. With each push of her body against his, Jon felt his hunger grow but he kept it at bay for now; he was enjoying himself too much to jump right into the thick of things.

The song ended only for another to take its place. The young thing dancing with Jon had already broken a sweat. Jon admired how her body glistened in the glow of the strobe and disco lights. Jon moved around to take the position behind her and she didn’t need his direction to start dancing upon him. The feel of her ass pressed against him, grinding upon his growing member made Jon moan deep within his throat. She must have heard him because she giggled slightly and shot him a come-hither look over her shoulder.

Jon had had just about enough. Forcefully he turned her around and took her mouth into his. She tasted sweet and the smell of her perfume filled his nostrils. A body once so full of energy and life melted into his arms and succumbed to his lips. Jon broke the kiss and looked down into those big puppy-dog eyes. He smirked at how she was almost begging for more. He lent down and moved the hair from her neck. Playfully he licked from her collarbone to her earlobe, nibbling at the tender flesh before whispering, “Let’s go out back.” She didn’t even think twice, only nodded her head and took him by the hand, leading him to the double doors leading to the deserted alleyway behind the club. Apparently she had used it before. Just before disappearing beyond the club’s doors, Jon looked once more for Anna but did not see her and kept walking.

Anna watched Jon move and sway in perfect sync with the delectable dish in front of him, who unbeknownced to her was now entwined in a dance with a devil himself. Anna’s eyes followed the movements of Jon’s hips and recalled the night that the two of them had exchanged contact on the dance floor of her club. She momentarily thought on how all became overturned after that.

Irregular movement on the screen caught Anna’s attention as she watched Jon and woman begin to move off the dance floor and out of camera views.

“Where does that hallway lead to?” her slender finger pointing at the LCD screen and to a vacant hallway that was now ushering Jon out of site. Anna’s eyes fell back upon Zander as he offered a small smirk.

“The back alleyway…if you take the stairs all the way up from here you can get a lovely rooftop view.” He moved in behind Anna, intimately and kissed her neck, “Still enjoy to watch don’t you Me’ Cherie?”

Anna smiled and let a small laugh escape as she turned back to him, “Still do.” She let her body brush his, igniting the carnal side of Zander that only Anna could do after all these years and made her way to the door, “I shall return dear friend.”

The lovely little sex-kitten finally reached the end of the hallway leading out back and halted her journey to turn and face Jon. It was dark but Jon did not have any difficulties seeing her. He smiled and once again had become thankful for this new life that he had began; the ability to focus and see clearly in the dark was definitely going to pay off in so many ways.

Feeling rather anxious, the girl pulled Jon into her; her lips colliding with his. It was a very deep and wet kiss filled with moans of desire from both of them. Jon ran his hand down her back and took a good firm hold of her ass. It was the perfect size to lift her up and allow her to wrap her legs around his waist. He could feel the growing warmth between her legs through her jeans and his longing to be between them was growing at an alarming rate.

Jon held the girl in place with ease by one arm and pushed the door open with the other. The cool night air greeted them like a welcomed friend. Jon looked around, taking survey of the area hoping to find a place to sit her down and remove the pants from her body. Luckily she broke away from the kiss and pointed deeper into the alleyway. “Down zere iz an old desk ve can uze.”

Jon laughed, “Good girl.”

Jon found the desk without any problems and sat her down upon it. As soon as her legs were free from his body she began to frantically unbutton his shirt. Once again Jon laughed, “Easy… do you know how much this shirt cost? Besides, what’s your hurry?” The girl let out a giggle but then focused on her task at hand… undressing Jon.

She finally was able to undo all the buttons of his shirt and that of his pants. In the process, Jon was able to remove her jeans and tossed them to the side. He didn’t care too much about removing her shirt; if you’ve seen one pair of tits you’ve seen them all. With simple ease, Jon entered her with one swift motion and the girl gasped for air. Momentarily Jon paused noticing how this time it was different but that moment passed quickly and he began to have his way with the girl’s body. If he only knew that his lovely Anna was watching from above.

As Anna moved her dominating frame up the stairway she took a sudden pause as she could feel the dual mind block taking it’s toll on her, streaming through dozens of different visuals and voices but shaking it off she knew that she must make it until morning.

Passing by the space that was the open aired dance area, the scent of immortal and mortal blood mix was somewhat refreshing. After all, being amongst your own kind once again always did have it’s joys and not that Jon now wasn’t her own kind, something about being back in a city amongst people that knew you from the beginning had a different flare about it.

Anna reached the rooftop door and with a hardy push she broke the seal and felt the rush of the evening air brush through her air and caress over her body. She inhaled deeply cleansing her airways with the stimulating scent of Paris. Looking out to the visible lights from this vantage points Anna was again caught up in the familiarity of it all, however the reminiscing was cut short as a shrill of giggles filtered through the night air.

Anna moved silently to the edge of the roof and then around to a lower leveled terrace, a makeshift fire escape if you will. She was completely enveloped in darkness and closing herself off to Jon, she would be completely undetectable as she watched Jon have his way with the young morsel.

She watched him deviously remove clothing and enjoy the same from the girl and as Anna watched him enter the female with a force all too familiar, the view became a bit too enjoyable. She only wondered if Jon would give in to his new hunger or simply stay with the old mannered menu.

Jon found a rhythm that seemed to mimic that of the pounding music filtering from the night club. With every thrust the young girl moaned in ecstasy, encouraging Jon to push harder. Jon let out a growl as he felt his body grow towards the breaking point; the excitement of getting caught was turning him on much more than the one he was fucking.

As Jon felt himself explode, the girl yelled out. He let his head fall back as he took in a deep breath of the cool night air. When he opened his eyes, his vision was slightly different, things were more focused and his hearing was intensified. He brushed his tongue along his teeth and felt his fangs were extended. He looked down to see the girl’s neck fully exposed as she was gasping for air from the intense orgasm. He watched as her chest rose and fell from her labored breathing; this was turning him on so much more and in a completely different way.

Jon let out a sigh that seemed to echo down the darkened alleyway. Pulling himself from within her, Jon pulled her body up to his. Carefully he licked her neck and she let out another moan, this time softer while tilting her head. When he reached her ear he whispered, “Thank you.”

Jon sunk his teeth deep into her flesh and the feel of warm blood gushed into his mouth. His senses ignited within him and he felt strength with each pull of more liquid into his mouth. The girl tried to scream, but Jon covered her mouth with his hand and held her body close to his with the other arm. She was completely defenseless and Jon was quickly draining her dry.

Just as he felt the essence of her life fade to almost non-existent, Jon released his bite and let her body fall from his arms. Her once brilliant blue eyes now were dull and lifeless. It was his first kill as a vampire and as he stood there and stared at her limp body, he compared the feeling to how it felt as a mortal; it wasn’t much different.

Jon stepped away from the table and rolled his neck releasing the tension that had built from holding his prey so tightly. After cracking his neck he bent over and pulled his pants back up, zipping them but leaving the button undone. He turned to make his way back to the back door of the club and began to button his shirt. When he was 15 feet from the door Jon stopped and noticed a familiar scent upon the air. “Anna” he thought. Quickly he turned around to find his love standing behind him.

Anna watched Jon and the girl orgasm, wondering if he would finish her a second time and as she watched him bring the woman’s neck to his mouth, Anna couldn’t help but smile a small bit.

She quietly, in an eerie fashion moved herself to the ground not far from Jon, in a sense making sure no one else entered the area whilst Jon was draining the girl of more than her sex drive. There were cautions that Anna hadn’t yet told to Jon, however, she never thought he would have brought his first meal out into the back alley either.

Inside the club, things would have been ‘taken care of’, as was the nature of the establishment but out here, amongst the world, even in Paris, vampires had to watch themselves.

Anna stood still as Jon turned towards her and then finally caught site of her familiar frame hidden in the shadows.

“Did you enjoy it?” her voice calm and coy, not waiting on his answer as she could still see his shock from her being there, Anna moved over to the girls now cooling body and made sure that the puncture wounds were closed. Her hand lightly traveled along the girls’ cheek and down to her collarbone, “She was pretty. Lovely pick for your first.”

Anna meant nothing other than what she was stating; the girl was gorgeous, a prize no doubt for whomever had taken her before this night and she knew that Jon would not falter on his first pick but regardless of what she thought, she now felt a foreboding feeling of quilt building up in Jon.