Dark Sorceress Series.

TITLE: Of Secret Wishes and Fairytales.
SERIES: Dark Sorceress. Chapter 7.
AUTHOR: Patricia R.D.
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http://www.angelfire.com/realm2/call_of_the_dark/
ADDRESS: patricia_rosemary@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Tara/Lindsey. Darla/Angelus/Lindsey.
SPOILERS: Last six chapters.
SUMMARY: Tara makes a tempting offer to Lindsey.
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters. I just borrowed them for a little bit.
RATING: NC-17.
DISTRIBUTION: Any site with my fic on. my own site. Anyone else just ask nicely, please.
DEDICATIONS: To Jade for the wonderful beta (what would I do without you?) And to Sarah, who wouldn't let me go to bed until this story was finished.


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Lindsey holds the glass with his one hand, admiring the warm, red blood. Two weeks ago, this would have been a glass of wine.

As Darla likes to say, life's full of surprises. His came in the form of a young, powerful vampiress named Tara. She's his sire now. And he's learned, the painful way, that she can be as hard and cruel as Darla or Angelus, sometimes worse.

Sometimes he wonders if this isn't the life he wanted after all. Eternal life close to Angel and Darla, his two not so secret obsessions.

He has the eternal life now. But Angel is gone, the soul vanished forever. Darla seems the same and different at the same time, a busy incestuous mother going from childe to grandchilde with a loving look and a hungry mouth. He could still feel her fangs on his neck, her hands all over his body, breaking and caressing skin at the same time. Pain and pleasure, shaken, not stirred. Then a kiss on the cheek and the rustle of fabric against the floor as she heads for another bedroom, looking for another body to play with. When they're not in bed, they're on the streets, the young ones learning the art of killing from their elders. Sometimes, they bring their victims to bed, double the fun.

Not the romantic picture of Lindsey's fantasies, but it works.

He lies on the bed, hands behind his head, waiting to see what's happening tonight. Cold wind rushes through the window and chills his bare chest, the tiny scars on his face throbbing slightly. It's been two weeks since the confrontation with Lilah and there's still a couple of marks on his face. Of course, there's also the nice 'remember you're not as high and mighty as thou' lash marks on his back, courtesy of Angelus. Lindsey can still feel the pain, the rage, and the arousal this monster created on him. Fellow monster.

A hand soft as silk joins the wind, tracing delicate patterns on his skin. He sighs at the vision of a smiling Darla sitting next to him. One minute she wasn't there, and the next... she still wasn't there.

"Good evening, Tara," he says with a lazy smile.
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I'm still smiling as Darla's face turns into mine.

"Aw, my little boy already sees through my glamour." I lie down next to him. "What's the matter I thought you would like that. You liked it the first time."

He just stares at me. He doesn't know whether to rip my throat open or to go down on his knees and adore me in every possible way. I've given him eternal life, which he wanted, but not from me.

Then again, wasn't it Darla's idea to turn him? And Lilah's alive because of Angelus, who thinks we need a mortal link to Wolfram and Hart. And this woman is human enough for us.

I get tired of Lindsey's silence. "Get up," I say. "Let's go for a walk."

"It's almost sunrise," he replies.

"I didn't say we were leaving the hotel." I say. "Put those jeans on and follow me."

He probably mutters a couple of curses I don't bother listening to. I just care about the sound of his bare feet hitting the floor, following me. He takes his time, baby blue eyes taking in the little details of the room he's leaving, then the hallways he walks through. I know the feeling. Not too long ago I was also rediscovering the world with brand new vampire eyes. The colors were more intense, sounds seemed to throb inside your head, smells became stronger, and the darkest corner of the blackest room always hid a little surprise you could discover in a matter of seconds. I used to regard this with amazement and wide eyed innocence.

Today, it's just the everyday world.

I stop in front of a window and look down at the garden below, wildflowers and jasmine. Lindsey comes closer and follows my gaze. I can tell his mouth forms a slight 'O' at the vision of Darla on the iron bench, a goddess of softness and silver almost lost in Angelus's dark embrace. I feel the muscles under my caress tensing up, a low growl escaping the pouty lips of my childe. His two darkest fantasies writhing on the cold concrete of our garden.

"Is that what you want right now, Lindsey?" I ask him. "To be between them, their skins against yours, your blood mixing with theirs? You could have it." His face turns slowly, his eyes seeking mine to know if I'm saying the truth. "That, and more." I arch an eyebrow. "You thought *that* one was a secret? I know all about, Baby. How you saw her just a couple of times and yet wanted her, not as much as Angelus or Darla, but you wanted her. I can bring her to you. Your own pretty toy to love and corrupt. " He's not feeling my hands all over him, his mind drifts away, thinking of another woman touching him, wanting him, loving him. I take a few steps away, leaning against the balcony. "We'll talk, Lin. Now, you play nice, I'll let you go out and play."

He doesn't know what to say. Should he believe me and risk a disappointment? Or deny me and risk another week chained in the basement? Although I'm pretty sure the whipping part wasn't so bad for him, despite the blood dripping down his bare body and the burns the holy water caused on his most sensitive parts. He's learning to like pain.

Clear blue eyes glance at the couple of the garden. They meet dark green orbs as Darla invites him to play with her look. Then I can feel the cold fire of her gaze on me. Now he knows what to do.

Humbly he kneels before me, his expert hands opening my robe and exposing the pale flesh underneath. Cool lips leave a trail of small kisses from the mounds of my breasts to my stomach, dipping his tongue on my navel before daring to explore lower. I close my eyes and revel on the feeling of his mouth between my legs as his tongue finds a very sensitive spot.

Once upon a time, the idea of a man touching me this way, bringing me to a climax slowly with calmed expertise, would have made me blush, or maybe even laugh. But now I know better. Being a vampire, it's about trying everything and then some, in ways a lower (human) being never would. Darla's words come to mind, gospel of the undead on my first night sharing her with Angelus.

"This is about real living_ she'd told me_ The art of opening your eyes_ and other body parts as well_ to new experiences. The need to taste black and white, women and men, soft and painful, naughty and... more naughty, and everything in between. It doesn't matter. As long as it brings you pleasure, take it, revel in it."

Amen.

I entwine my fingers in his hair and push him deeper, demanding things from him a human could never give me. He happily obliges, and I know he's doing this not only for duty towards his sire. Besides pain, he's learning to love me too. Dear Lindsey, it takes a lot of courage to be this insane.

I open my eyes, feeling my climax approaching. A name comes to my lips as my hips buckle against Lindsey's lips, but I can't tell which one. And he doesn't seem to mind as he stands up and licks his lips. So much for love.

He kisses me once in the cheek and I pat his back. He winces, his wounds still tender from the last time.

"Go," I whisper, turning around to the see the couple in the garden. I smile as he joins them a few seconds later, bent on taking the twisted kind of love that has been denied to him for long.

I just watch his initial shyness, then the boldness as he goes for Angelus's mouth, his hands running up and down the marble like chest. Kisses and bites and scratches are exchanged between the three of them. Denim ripping, leaving Lindsey bare, skin glistening with sweat and blood, almost a lamb among the wolves. And the lamb is loving every second of it. Then I turn around and enter the hotel, heading for the room housing my sleeping beauties.

Once upon a time, three warriors of good were attacked by creatures of the night. One was chosen to join their forces, as, an ebony god of a man. The others were down, drained to the point of death, but not turned. So the Dark Sorceress put them in a deep sleep and lay them down in a beautiful room decorated in soft blues and dark candles, where the two warriors now slept peacefully, waiting for the Dark Ones to decide. Shall they be finally killed, or be brought into the night?

I smile at them, talking softly and kissing their still warm faces. There's a little stubble on Wesley's face, which tickles in such a delicious way, I can't help closing my eyes to lick his cheek, tasting the buried strength on him. Oh, Wesley. All these years and you could never tell shadows surrounded you? You were born for this. We'll make it happen.

My last thoughts are with his beautiful companion. Cordelia, Lindsey's dirty little secret. What will he do to you? Even I can't predict it. Or can I?

With one last loving look at them I walked out, still not sleepy. Dawn will arrive in an hour , plenty of time for a little mischief.

Maybe Dru can put away her dolls and join Charles and I in the 'training room'?

*Fin*