Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 16:18:38 +1000 (EST)
From: Haleth <seraphtear@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: "Elf's New Slave" 'Part 8'

	Vali walked miserably over to the older elf, taking the elegant but
limp hand in his own.

	"Tristian?"

	The older elf continued to look blankly at the dead form of his
love, as Gabriel lay in his coffin, the lid open so their last respects
could be paid. The priests had already come and gone and most of the
guests, but the whole time Tristian hadn't moved from where he stood. Vali
was distraught himself but he was more worried about his friend. As he
continued to watch his friend closely he wondered what on earth could be
going through the other elf's mind. Was he as baffled as Vali as to why
their lovers had killed each other?

	It seemed like such an absurd thing to happen. How could they all
have found such love with each other and then have it end so quickly and
needlessly. Vali honestly didn't understand. Tristian had said that it had
probably been because Gabriel had raped Vali, but the silver-haired elf
wasn't so sure. For he had spoken to William about the incident, and his
lover had told him that he agreed with Vali's reasoning, Gabriel hadn't
been to blame. He knew William would not have done such a thing because of
that one incident. After all William had told him himself that he despised
killing. He would have handed Gabriel over to the law keepers before he
would have tried to kill him. No, something about this was definitely not
right.

	He was brought out of his thoughts as Tristian finally turned to
him, collapsing into the younger elf's offered embrace. Vali held the
slender body close and almost laughed at his previous thoughts. How stupid
to worry over such things now. It didn't matter why they killed each
other...what mattered was that they were both dead.

	"Are you coming back to Laurien with me?" Tristian whispered the
question softly, trailing a hand across Vali's back.

	"There is nothing left for me here." He answered sadly before
leading the taller elf from the mourning room.



	Wren watched them with a saddened expression, she felt terrible
knowing that this was partially her fault. She should never have
interfered. If she hadn't arranged it so Vali would travel to Brantilay and
meet William then he may have not met his soul mate in this life, but at
least he would not have lost him, nor would Tristian have suffered the loss
of his soul mate.

	"This really saddens you so much, my love?"

	She turned to see him looking at her with worry in his pale
eyes. "Yes, but there is nothing I can do, it is too late...even if I were
willing to give you up."

	"You have disobeyed the mother before."

	She scowled, "I know, why do you have to rub it in?" She relented
her angry gaze slightly as she saw his hurt.

	"That wasn't my intent. I..." He took a steadying breath, gathering
his courage, "I have not."

	"What?" She looked at him, confused as to what he was trying to
tell her. He shrugged and looked at the ground for a long while before
finally returning his gaze to hers, in an oddly shy and timid gesture.

	"I have never disobeyed her before, if... If I were to do so now
she would not destroy us."

	"You would do that?" She questioned, hope flaring in her heart,
"You would do that for them?"

	"No."

	She felt tears gathering, how could he build her hopes up like that
then...

	"I will do it for you." He brushed her tears away gently and pulled
her close. "But I must go now, before it is too late and they go back to
the cycle."

	"Thank you." She suddenly pulled back and took his face in her
hands carefully. "You will not be in danger will you?"

	"A little, but I will be fine, and so will they. I promise." He
then placed a soft kiss to her lips before vanishing to go and perform a
miracle.



***



"Hello, slayer."

	He spun, drawing his gun in one smooth motion, but the woman just
smiled unfazed by the weapon aimed at her head. "What do you want, Kasha?"
He questioned the ancient vampire, wary of any move she might make,
vampires were definitely not to be trusted.

	"I have a deal to offer you." She answered before giving the rest
of the empty alleyway a careless glance.

	"I'm listening." He told her cautiously, his nerves still on edge.

	"Give me free-play of the city tonight." She said as if it were a
perfectly reasonable request. As if it was an easy decision to leave a
whole city full of mortals at the oldest vampire's mercy. The demon who
could shatter walls with her mind and change mortals into zombies.

	"Never." He stated coldly, angered that she thought he could be so
easily corrupted, what thing could she possibly offer him that he would
sacrifice his honour for? There was only one thing in the world he truly
craved for and that was impossible, something...someone he could never
have.

	"Do not be so hasty to reject my deal, you have not even heard of
what I offer." She said with a sly smile he really didn't like. "Do you
think I haven't noticed the way you watch him? Do you think he hasn't
noticed you at all his usual haunts? You are not hunting there, slayer, for
you know he wouldn't abide the ones you hunt to be near him. You know they
stay away from him as the deer will run from the lioness. So it must be him
you go to see."

	He really didn't like that she had read him so well, had he really
been that obvious? And why was she saying this? She couldn't possibly offer
him what he wanted, could she? "How do you know I am not just protecting
the public from him?"

	She laughed. "So pathetic, that you still feel you have to try and
lie to me. But seriously, we both know he has not killed a mortal for over
a century, he does not enjoy the kill as others do."

	"Why are you wasting my time?" He questioned angrily, feeling
furious that she knew his darkest secret, a secret that could get him
thrown out of his job as a protector. A slayer lusting so fully for a
vampire was intolerable.

	She merely smiled at his anger, perhaps getting off on it, or
perhaps she knew she would get what she wanted in the end anyway. No matter
how pissed off he was, in fact his strong emotions were likely to aid him
to choose the way she wanted.

	"My poor little vampire has been unwell for the past few night,
unable to go out and hunt."

He frowned at her words, she was basically telling him she had chained
Vynor so he couldn't hunt and had let him starve, for what purpose he was
sure he was about to find out.

"So when I brought him a lovely warm gift he drank greedily, unaware that
the poor mortal was already dying from poisons in her blood." She smiled at
the anger burning in his dark eyes. "So now he is just waiting for you to
have your way with him... all soft and warm from the fresh mortal blood,
and as weak as a kitten from the poison. All you have to do is spend the
night with him."

It was absolutely the wrong thing to do, it was the worst thing to
do. Leave a city unprotected to be with a drugged vampire, possible to rape
the ancient creature. He swallowed heavily.

"Take me to him."





The door closed as soon as he had stepped into the room, and he wasn't
surprised to hear it lock from the outside. The only furniture in the large
cavernous room was a massive canopy bed. He walked over and pushed the
flimsy curtain aside to get a good view of the pale and slender body lying
prone on the dark red, silk sheets.

Vynor had never looked so beautiful to him as he did now. He was curled
lightly on his side, his thin wrists wrapped in heavy chain and secured to
the headboard, his long black hair spread carelessly behind him on the
sheets, still looking shiny and perfectly straight as if the strands had
just been brushed with the uttermost care. He studied the long slender
limbs with something akin to awe, the skin was smooth and unblemished, not
a hair in sight. He was far more beautiful than any young woman could ever
be. His body was permanently in its prime, wrinkleless and perfectly
formed. He reached out and stroked one hand down a perfect calf muscle, she
was right, he is warm and soft, so perfect.

 The vampire made a small sound in his sleep and he looked to the angelic
face to see the thick lashes flutter against flawless porcelain cheeks. The
thin and elegant eyebrows moved down in consternation as the vampire
struggled to regain consciousness. Before the beautiful creature could
awaken he slipped his shoes off and crawled onto the bed. Leaning over the
docile creature to place a soft kiss to the rose-pink lips. Vynor made a
sleepy protest as he licked his tongue over the succulent lips, and the
chians clanked together helping to bring the vampire further into
wakefulness.

Large golden eyes blinked open before Vynor jerked backwards in shock from
the slayer's closeness. But the chains held firm, so all he succeeded in
doing was banging his temple against the headboard and cutting his wrists
on the rough chain links. He collapsed back against the bed, squeezing his
eyes shut and letting out a small whimper of pain. The slayer sat still for
a moment, having not been expecting such a reaction and he watched,
mesmerized as the dark crimson blood slowly trailed down the milky white
skin causing him to become further aroused. Kasha had given him an amazing
gift. To have such a powerful and beautiful creature bound and at your
mercy was an amazing intoxicant.

He turned his gaze back to the beautiful face to see the vampire was now
looking at him, with what looked like fear in his eyes. "What..." He rasped
out the word and a moment later was coughing almost violently, bracing his
head against his arms as his body shook. When the coughs finally subsided
he slumped against the sheets visibly, his whole body limp as that of a rag
doll.

"What am I doing here?" He smiled as the pale eyes darted to him again and
he noticed a drop of blood slip from the corner of the vampire's
mouth. "Kasha has made a gift of you. For tonight you are mine."

"No." The delicate creature forced out the denial, this time managing to
stop another coughing fit. The slayer merely pushed him onto his back, not
caring of how this action caused the chains to tear more of the soft flesh,
and he covered the smaller body with his own. Crushing him into the
mattress and covering his mouth in a harsh and brutal kiss, turned on even
further by the vampire's weak struggling. When he finally pulled back he
watched in interest as the vampire gasped in shaky breaths, his eyes wide
in shock and fear, his slender body trembling under the slayer.

He ran his hand, none too gently down the vampire's bound arms, over his
shoulders and finally squeezing the pale throat, until the vampire resumed
his struggling, taking in shallow and erratic breaths. Why not taunt the
evil creature? He brought it on himself anyway by making the slayer want
him so badly.

"How long has it been, vampire? How long since you have been so completely
at someone's mercy? Someone who wants nothing more than your body and your
screams?" He tightened his grip, bruising the soft flesh and causing the
vampire to struggle so desperately he wrenched at the chains, dislocating
one of his wrists. He laughed and released his grip, fascinated at how the
vampire's frantic breathing quickly changed into helpless sobbing, tears
streaming down the beautiful face. "Answer me." He commanded and when Vynor
didn't immediately respond he grabbed the wounded wrist and shoved the
joint back into place. The vampire let out a scream of pain and surprise,
the sound ear piercing as only an immortal's scream could be. The light
bulb shattered, and it took a moment for the slayer's eyes to adjust to the
dimer light coming from the fireplace.

"That was very naughty." The slayer admonished, caressing the blood-covered
arms almost affectionately. "Not only didn't you answer my question but you
broke the light. You will have to be punished for that."

"Go to hell, you sick freak!" Vynor hissed before spitting in the slayer's
face. "I swear, I will kill you."

He calmly wiped the saliva tinged with blood from his face and licked it
off his fingers. "Still so feisty?" He sighed, "Oh, well, I will soon cure
that." He then climbed off the bed and removed his clothes carefully and
with deliberate slow and calm movements, knowing the vampire was watching
and fearing his every move. When he was finished he climbed back on the
bed. Vynor tried to kick him but he easy grabbed the weak and sluggish
limbs, throwing them down hard against the mattress. Then before the
vampire could protest further, he flipped the slight body over and
positioned his pulsing erection in between the delectable globs, the tip
teasing the tight ring of muscle and the vampire went very still.

"Don't." Vynor said very quietly and meekly, as if he knew his protest
would go unheard but he still had to utter the word because of pride.

"You had your chance for this to be gentle but now you've pissed me off."
The slayer spoke coldly before griping the vampire's hips with strong hands
and pushing into him with one harsh thrust. The room echoed with the
creature's pain-filled screams as he continued to push in and out of the
fiery tightness, the movement becoming easier as blood lubricated the
passage. Just as he was about to climax he slowed down, deliberately
drawing out the process for as long as possible, thoroughly enjoying the
pitiful noises the vampire was now making and the constant shudders which
tore though his fragile frame.

When he finally came it was amazing, the best orgasm he had ever
experienced. The only disappointing thing was the soft whimpering sigh of
relief the vampire let out as he drew his limp, blood covered penis from
inside the vampire. He leaned over and as he whispered in Vynor's ear he
shoved a couple of fingers into the bloody passage, stretching and scraping
the soft flesh, causing the vampire to struggle and squirm weakly to try
and get away from the hurtful digits. "Oh, I'm nowhere near finished, my
pet. And when I am done with you, I assure you, you will curse your
immortality."



***



	William felt tears running down his cheeks as he shook his head in
disbelief at the recovered memories. "I...I can't have done that." He told
the slender figure of death weakly.

	"Ah, but you did." The beautiful man shook his head sadly. "But
such things do happen. Besides that was a different life."

	William still felt terribly sick as he remembered that horrid
night, the one he had so cherished in his last life. He glanced over to see
Gabriel glaring at him hatefully, obviously remembering finding his broken
vampire lover after that night. William took in a shaky breath, finding it
hard to believe this was all real. How could he have lived in such a
strange place? Where they had...vampires and weapons, which shot out little
metal pellets. It was too bizarre to have really happened, and yet his
memories were there.

	"There are many dimensions which your souls are bound." Death told
him with a careless shrug, "But that is not important. What is important is
that you are both dead, and I will not bring you back to life just so you
can kill each other again. So you must promise not to harm one another
before I can send you back to your lovers."

	"Vynor...he was...is..." Gabriel trailed off, his voice unusually
soft and confused.

	"Tristian? Yes. And Vali was Kasha." Death smiled wryly, "I must
admit that was a very strange lifetime for all of you, though highly
amusing to watch."

	"It wasn't me...I couldn't have done that." William persisted.

	Death sighed.

	"I won't try to kill him again, I promise. I just want to be with
Tristian." Gabriel said assertively as he stood to look down on the perfect
but rather short immortal.

	"And what about you William?"

	"I...I can't have..."

	"For the Mother's sake! Just promise and I can send you back. Don't
worry I will remove you past lives memories." Death said impatiently. "Your
corpses are rotting away as we speak." He added, pleased with the look of
fear in the lord's green eyes.

	"I...I promise." William said hesitantly, then all went dark.





	Vali snuggled further under the blankets, shifting impossibly close
to his lover as William's arms tightened around him. He then sat up
suddenly as he remembered something.

	"I forgot to water the roses!" He exclaimed in distress before
trying to untangle himself from the blankets and his lover's arms. William
chuckled and pulled the pretty elf back against him.

	"They'll live." He told the panicked creature, as he started
nibbling at his pale neck.

	"But I only planted them yester...day..." Vali shivered in pleasure
as the lord nibbled his ear. "They'll be fine." He mumbled as he stopped
his struggling and melted into his lover's affections.

	"I knew you'd see it my way." William said giving the elf several
playful and affectionate kisses. The kisses eventually deepened and they
stay in each other's embrace for a very long time before Vali suddenly
pulled back.

	"You know..." Vali started his thought, as he looked at his lover's
face carefully. He then ran a finger down William's flawless left
cheek. "It feels like something is different."

	"And what would that be, love?" the human questioned as his green
eyes sparkled with amusement at the serious expression on the elf's face.

	"I...don't know. But it feels like I'm forgetting something." Vali
answered almost sadly. William easily pulled the elf into his arms,
comforting the creature physically.

	"Perhaps you are still a bit troubled by Tristian's visit?"

	"Perhaps." Vali shrugged, nuzzling his lover's cheek. "It doesn't
matter. I'm wonderfully happy here with you. Brandon be damned."





	"Oh, that is so sweet." Wren said as she watched the two lovers
cuddle. "How did you manage it?"

	"You know I can't tell you that." He said as he wrapped his arms
around her. "I just hope I did a good enough job on their memories."

	"I'm sure you did." She then smiled and turned to him. "That was a
nice touch, de-scarring William."

	"I know." He smiled smugly, "But unfortunately I couldn't do
anything for Gabriel's seasickness, I guess Tristian will just have to cure
that."





	He groaned under the soft torture as a warm and slick tongue traced
down his chest to flutter across his abdomen, before skipping to his
thighs. He moaned again, not caring how loud he was as he reached for the
creature that was tormenting him so ruthlessly. But the lithe being merely
slipped away from him, only to come back and tease him a moment later. He
reached out again, trying to focus his dizzy vision. He really hated
ships. As the creature eluded him again he growled low in his throat.

	"Tristian." He warned the creature, his voice carefully controlled
as not to betray too much of his anger.

	"Yes, love?" The elf questioned innocently as he trailed light
fingers across the giant's thighs, carefully avoiding Gabriel's pulsing
manhood.

	"Stop teasing and let me fuck you." He commanded but the elf merely
continued to smile like a child with candy. "Tristian." He barked out his
lover's name and this time the elf moved. He leaned down placing butterfly
kisses to his golden skin, following the same path his fingers had only a
moment before. Gabriel groaned in frustration and reached his hands out yet
again...but again he was too slow. "You little bastard!" He hissed through
the haze of painful arousal.

	"What is the matter, my love?" The redhead tilted his head cutely,
his sweet smile in place on his angelic face. "Why would you call me such
names?"

	"Because you are being very, very bad."

	"Really?" He paused and tapped a long elegant finger to his full
moist lips, eliciting another groan from the giant. "Then you will just
have to punish me." It was then he noticed the silk rope in the elf's other
hand.

	"If I wasn't so sick I would." He said angrily before turning his
head to the side, feigning helplessness. "How can you be so cruel? I can
hardly even move and all you do is tease me."

	Musical laughter echoed around the small cabin and the elf sat back
on his heels. "How stupid do you think I am, to fall for that?"

	"If you don't do as I say now, I will hurt you until you are
screaming for me to stop." Gabriel told his lover darkly.

	"Oh...I'm so scared." Tristian mocked sweetly before twirling the
silk cord with his slender fingers.

	He had had enough. He moved quicker than even the elf could avoid,
had the beautiful being wanted to. In an instant he had the slender body
under him and Tristian looked up at him, his eyes wide with surprise. As
Gabriel glared at his lover the elf went perfectly still and swallowed
heavily, his expressive eyes betraying his slight fear.

	"Umm...sorry?" The elf offered meekly and the giant shook his head,
that definitely wasn't good enough. He gripped the delicate wrists easily
in one hand while he wrapped the cord around them, securing them together
tight enough to make the elf wince. "That's a little tight, love." The
redhead complained as he tried to pull out of the giant's grip.

	"I am punishing you as you wanted. That rope around your wrists
will be the least of your pains." He growled out lowly as he leaned down to
bite at the perfect lips hard enough to draw blood. Tristian moaned softly
and pushed his hips up subconsciously so Gabriel could feel the elf's
hardness. He grinned and pulled away from the lips before placing many
little bites along the smooth white skin at the elf's throat as his hands
ran down the slender arms roughly, leaving red marks in their wake.

	"Mmm...Gabriel." Tristian purred, tilting his head back to give the
giant better access to his neck. Gabriel pulled back and narrowed his eyes
as the elf squirmed under him.

	"I did not say you could enjoy yourself." He told the elf coldly
and was surprised and angered when the elf smiled.

	"So? You do not control me, Gabriel, do not deceive yourself into
thinking you do."

	Gabriel suddenly felt angered beyond words. He backhanded the elf
sharply then grabbed his delicate chin in a harsh grip before forcing him
to face him again. Tristian opened his mouth to say something but in an
instant Gabriel had his tongue shoved into the warm sweet cavern. As he
continued the fiery kiss he shifted his hands to the smooth skin where neck
met shoulders, placing his fingers carefully before suddenly digging them
into the soft flesh. Tristian jerked in pain but his scream was muffled by
the passionate kiss. When Gabriel was certain the pressure wasn't causing
pain anymore he shifted his grip to hold the elf's face again.

	"Cry for me, my beautiful pet." He commanded darkly as he noticed
the elf's eyes were stubbornly dry. Violet eyes narrowed at the giant's
words and Tristian struggled to push him off.

	"Get off me!" He hissed angrily, obviously not wanting to play
anymore, but Gabriel would have none of that. He slapped the elf again,
darkening the mark already marring the elf's perfect cheek. "You ungrateful
sh-" He was cut off abruptly as Gabriel again claimed his lips, intent on
distracting the elf from his anger. Tristian was no fun when he was
aggressive and hurtful, he was much better vulnerable and submissive. The
elf eventually started responding to the kiss in kind, and making small
pleasured sounds as Gabriel ran unusually gentle and affectionate hands
over the fragile beauty under him.

	When he eventually pulled back from the kiss Tristian sighed softly
and turned his head to the side, his eyes shut lightly, his bound hands
still above his head. Gabriel untied the elf before kissing the underside
of each wrist in turn. The beautiful creature looked so pale and needing of
comfort, he leaned down, ignoring his own throbbing need as he placed a
gentle kiss to the slender throat. "Vynor...my love, don't leave me." He
pleaded softly before placing another kiss to the cool skin.

	"But it hurts to stay." His lover whispered softly in reply. "I
can't live anymore...I'm sorry..." And that was the last breath he took. He
grabbed the delicate shoulders and shook his lover, determined not to let
him leave. The slender figure suddenly gulped in a shaky breath and his
eyes flew open. It was then they both froze, violet locking with emerald
for several long seconds.

	Tristian eventually swallowed and took in another shaky breath
before speaking in a surprisingly calm voice. "That was...weird."

	"Very weird." Gabriel agreed, wondering what the hell was going on.

	"I think we should forget that ever happened."

	"Good idea." Gabriel blinked and released his strong grip. "Where
were we?"

	"You were punishing me." Tristian answered with a slight smirk
before reaching down to stroke Gabriel's still full erection with agile
fingers.

	"Oh yeah."

	This time he didn't bother with the cord, simply holding the elf's
arms above his head with one hand. One hand was easily enough to torture
his lover. He shifted almost completely off the pale body before running
his hand slowly up one slender thigh, across a toned stomach, then back
down the other thigh.  Tristian whimpered under the soft attentions and he
told Gabriel with irritation, "Take me already."

	"No." Gabriel smiled teasingly and spread the thighs a bit wider
before slipping one finger into the tight heat. As he pushed in another
finger and moved them around roughly Tristian squirmed, gasping out
delicious little noises as he inadvertently tried to free his arms. "What
are you doing?" Gabriel questioned, halting the movement of his fingers and
slipping them out of the warm body, despite the elf's whimper of protest.

	"I...need you, damn it! Stop watching me squirm and take me!" He
gasped out in answer still trying to wriggle free.

	"I really don't think you are in a position to order me around."
Gabriel commented dryly as he trailed the fingers of his free hand along
the elf's silky flesh.

	"Please love." The elf almost begged, which was a lot for Tristian
and enough for Gabriel. The giant released his grip on the fragile wrists
and shifted to kneel between the elf's spread legs. The elf quickly wrapped
his arms around his lover's neck and basically jumped into his lap,
wrapping long legs around his waist and sliding down to impale himself on
the large firm manhood. The elf gasped in a shuddering and slightly painful
breath but as Gabriel shifted inside him he let his head drop back, a
delighted moan slipping from his luscious lips. They moved together in
fiery passion until both came together in perfect unison, collapsing
together on the soft rugs.

	Once he had regained his breath and some of his strength, Gabriel
pulled the beautiful and slender body into his arms, loving the way
Tristian nuzzled his neck sleepily. He smiled, once again wondering how he
had been blessed with such a perfect creature to love and treasure. "For
all eternity." He whispered the words softly into the silky red hair,
thinking the elf was already asleep. Of course he wasn't.

"What is?" He questioned, snuggling closer before placing a kiss to the
strong golden neck before him.

"My love for you." The giant answered without hesitation, causing the elf
to sit up and look at him seriously for a few moments. He then smiled and
gave a soft laugh, his eyes sparkling with joy and affection.

"You are being sappy, my love." The elf teased before placing another kiss
to his lover's skin. "How do you feel?"

"I think you cured my seasickness." Gabriel commented with a grin before
shifting to hold his lover's face gently and kiss him with all the passion
and desire he still felt burning within his soul. When they finally parted
he let out a light-hearted laugh. "But I think you will have to treat me
again, just to be on the safe side."

Tristian, still a bit stunned from the kiss could only gasp in surprise as
he was once again pinned to the floor, the body of his lover covering him
completely. His eyes widened slightly as an insistent hand ran down his
side to settle on his hip and the other moved to caress his throat. "I-If
you are sure... I do not wish to tire you."

"If I didn't know any better, my beautiful elf, I would think you are
nervous." Gabriel said before moving to show the elf just how he would love
him for all eternity.


		THE END


	Well, that's it. It's finally finished. Thank you to all of you who
sent me encouraging emails, it was greatly appreciated and helped me to
bother to finish this.

	Please feel free to tell me what you thought of the ending and help
me decide if I should bother writing a sequel... or prequel really.