Content Warning: Adult language, Adult themes, Nudity, Sex

 

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Xander Goth communed with the dead.

 

His sister, Cassie, might be the full-blown witch in the family, but the Goths had always had their otherworldly talents. Their father, Mortimer, had been a gifted psychic medium. He was the one who'd guided Xander through his first séances, years ago. Oddly it was his mother, Bella, the retired spy, who had taught him how to shield his mind and block out psychic intrusions. Xander always wondered what that said about how much the government really knew about the occult world everyone publicly claimed not to believe in.

 

Putting those thoughts aside, Xander focused on the séance. To be fair, it was Camilla who was doing most of the heavy lifting. Family talents aside, out of the two of them, Camilla LaFanu had always been the more skilled medium.

 

 

"Well, that didn't work," Xander sighed when Camilla finally closed the channel to the Netherworld. None of Camilla's 'contacts' in the spirit world had revealed any sign of Francis, the Baron Samedi's lost fledgling.  He'd been looking for the missing teenage vampire for a week now, without success.

 

"Well, the good news is she hasn't gone on a bloody killing spree," Camilla offered with a grin.

 

"Yet," Xander said grimly. "She hasn't gone on a bloody killing spree yet." 

 

"You're really worried," Camilla said. "Surely, the Baron taught her more control than that. I thought it was the first thing new vampires learned."

 

"I don't know what he taught her," Xander sighed. "More importantly, I don't know how she'll manage on her own, under stress. She could be fine, or she could be slaughtering an all night diner as we speak."

 

 

"I think the spirits would have noticed that coming," Camilla said. "We'll find her."

 

"How?" Xander asked. "How the hell am I supposed to find one teenager in the whole city of Willow Creek? Assuming she still is in Willow Creek. Why did I agree to this?"

 

"Because saying no to the most powerful vampire in the city really wasn't an option," Camilla pointed out. "You know what you have to do. You have to talk to Maman Brigitte."

 

"No. Absolutely not," Xander said. "Besides, if she could help, Samedi would go to her directly."

 

"Maybe she can help you in ways she couldn't help him," Camilla said calmingly. "Your alternative is wandering around Willow Creek looking for a dark-haired goth girl... and those weren't exactly rare even before your sister turned this city into a pilgrimage site for her fans."

 

 

"Besides, Maman Brigitte likes you," she added.

 

"Too much. That's the problem," Xander groaned. "You know what she'll probably want in exchange."

 

"Oh, poor you," Camilla chuckled. "Take one for the team, Xander. It's not like you usually have a problem with sleeping with another man's wife."

 

"It is when the other man is Baron Samedi himself!" Xander cried. "I'm trying to get on his good side, remember. Seriously, though, if she could help why wouldn't he have gone to her before he came to me?"

 

"Maybe he doesn't want to draw her into his fight with Baron Criminel," Camilla replied. "Maybe they just aren't on good terms right now. I don't know, but my intuition is telling me you need to talk to Maman Brigitte." 

 

 

"Fine, I'll go see her," Xander groaned. "Just know that if I end up running out of there without pants, being chased by an angry master vampire, I'm blaming you."

 

"I accept that," Camilla grinned. "Just in case, how long has it been since you last fed?"

 

"A night or two," Xander said. "I should be fine."

 

"You should be focused and at full strength," Camilla said, her grin becoming heated and inviting.

 

"Well, if you're offering," Xander smiled back.

 

 

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"No kissing," Camilla said, her lips inches from his, her hot breath coming deep and fast. "We're not lovers."

 

"Then why are you naked?' Xander teased. 

 

She shivered as his cool hands glid across her soft, hot skin, skimming the edges of her firm breasts, her belly, her hips to finally clutch the curve of her tight ass. He could smell her hot blood mingling with the scent of her desire. 

 

"You need to feed," Camilla whispered.

 

"You don't need to be naked for that," Xander countered. 

 

"You have to earn your meal," Camilla said, firm and dominant. Xander pretended he didn't hear the slight waver in her voice, didn't hear her heart pounding in the strange mixture of fear and lust that drove her when they were together.

 

 

"Yes mistress," he said, knowing what she needed to hear.

 

Then, with a playful grin, he tightened his grip on Camilla's ass and quickly pulled her to him. She fell back onto the bed with a squeal. 

 

"You basta... ahhh," she moaned as he knelt between her open thighs, his tongue parting her wet folds. "Ahhh.... fuuuu...ck."

 

Holding her hips, he probed her with his tongue, tasting her. Teasing her. His tongue slid along her, savoring her before lapping gently against her clit. 

 

"Oh, fuck, yes," Camilla moaned. "Why are you so good at this?"

 

Not lifting his head, Xander chuckled against her, his tongue continuing to flutter and tease her.

 

 

"Yes," Camilla moaned. "Don't tease. Right there. Right there. Give it to me."

 

She whimpered as licked her, drawing out her pleasure. 

 

"Yes, right there. Don't stop," she panted, her hand tangling in his hair, pulling him against her. "Don't stop... please don't stop."

 

Her hips bucked against his mouth. Her hand held his head in place. 

 

Her voice sank into a desperate whisper, one he knew he wasn't meant to hear. "Please, don't stop. Please, master. Please... please, let your whore cum."

 

His tongue lashed against her clit, taking her over the edge.

 

"Ahhh, yes!" she cried out as she came. "Take me! Take me!"

 

 

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He'd never asked, Xander reflected, still tasting the mingled flavors of Camilla's lust and blood on his lips. 

 

Somewhere in her past, Camilla had been with other vampires. Been in deep enough to learn more about the inner workings of the Dark Court than many vampires knew. Close enough to still have contacts who still gave her access to gossip that he hadn't had even before he'd fallen out of favor. 

 

He'd never asked her about it. He saw hints of it when the dominatrix facade she wore slipped. Heard echoes of it when passion overwhelmed her control. Lust and fear. Need and shame. The hunger for life and death. The sinister allure of the vampire. 

 

He hoped that someday she'd tell him herself. That someday, she'd see him as someone she could trust. Until then, he didn't ask. Didn't press.

 

Focus, he thought. He needed his wits about him.

 

 

LaCroix's Voodoo Shop was a Willow Creek institution. 

 

Oh, there were plenty of such shops in Willow Creek. Most of them catered to tourists, or younger residents, who wanted a souvenir of the city's occult mystique. 

 

If you were serious about the occult, you knew LaCroix's. You didn't necessarily go there. There are other shops that dealt in real magic. Safer shops. Still, you knew it.  Rumor had it you could buy all kinds of things at LaCroix's... not all of it strictly legal. Rumor also had it that the police left the place alone for reasons ranging from well-placed bribes, to curses, to Maman Brigitte working with them as a psychic, all depending on who was telling the story. Xander knew enough to believe them all.

 

Funny, Xander thought. None of the rumors ever mentioned that Maman Brigitte - the shop's beautiful, ageless owner - was a vampire.

 

 

"Alexander Goth, welcome to my shop," Maman Brigitte said with a warm smile. She had set aside the heavy Creole accent she used for tourists, but Xander could still hear the music of the bayou in her words.

 

"Maman Brigitte, you're looking as lovely as always," he replied with a his most charming smile.

 

"Oh, flattery," Brigitte laughed a rich, sultry laugh that sent shivers through him. "I do love flattery from a handsome man. What brings you here this chilly night, handsome man?"

 

"I need help and Camilla LaFanu suggested I speak to you," Xander said. "Baron Samedi asked me to find his fledgling, Francis... but... honestly, I'm not having a lot of luck. I know it's foolish... I mean, he'd probably have already asked you but..."

 

"He has not," Brigitte replied, looking displeased. "Perhaps he did not wish to trouble me..."

 

 

"Well, then... I'm sorry to trouble you," Xander said, feeling like he was floundering on the edge of very deep and dangerous pit. "I'll... I'll just go."

 

"Nonsense," Brigitte smiled suddenly. Her moods, Xander knew, were notoriously changeable. "If lovely Camilla thinks I can be of help, than I shall do what I can."

 

"Oh, well, OK." Xander nodded. Focus, he thought, turning almost unconsciously to the mental disciplines his mother had taught him. "We have tried to contact the spirit world, to see if there is any sign of her... of Francis... and I've done some asking around... but, like I said, we're not having a lot of luck."

 

"No, I should not think so," Brigitte purred. "Baron Criminel also seeks her. He will have done all he can to close off those paths. Criminel, he is a powerful sorcerer... but he is not more powerful than Maman Brigitte!"

 

 

"Great, so you can help," Xander said.

 

"I may have a way to guide you in your search," Maman Brigitte said with a sultry smile.

 

"Well, I'd really appreciate anything you can do," Xander nodded, feeling uncomfortable again.

 

The fact that she was unbuttoning her long black coat, the one that didn't seem to have anything under it besides a pair a cutoff jeans, was not making Xander more comfortable. In fact, his own jeans were getting distinctly uncomfortable.

 

"I am sure you would," Brigitte purred. 

 

The coat dropped to the floor.

 

Peter and Jacob, Xander thought, she really doesn't wear anything under that. 

 

 

**Give yourself to me,** Brigitte's thoughts whispered in Xander's mind. 

 

Her naked body moved over his. Her wet pussy ground against his hardness, the angle not quite right to let him enter her. Her hips rocked. Teasing. Tempting. The only sounds were her throaty purr and his answering desperate groan.

 

**Let me in,** Brigitte's thoughts teased his mind as her pussy teased his body.

 

**That's my line,** he thought back. 

 

 

**Witty boy,** Her laughter was an echo from deep within the shadowed recesses of her ancient mind. **Give yourself to me, witty boy. Let go.** 

 

He felt his body respond, groaning and thrusting ineffectually against her wetness. He want this. Wanted her. Wanted nothing more than to be inside her. Thrusting. Rutting. Emptying himself inside her. Losing himself inside her.

 

**Give yourself to me,** Brigitte whispered, the darkness of her mind opening to swallow him whole.

 

**No!** Xander snarled. His mental barriers snapped into place, pushing her mind out of his even as he thrust his cock into her body.

 

"Yes," she moaned.

 

 

Her wet pussy engulfed him, slamming down on his hips with bruising force. He thrust up to meet her with the same strength.

 

She groaned and gasped as he drove himself into her. 

 

 **Yes.** Her mind brushed against his, feather-light this time. She offered him the echoes of what she felt. No more words.

 

Their bodies together. Their minds touching. Her pussy opening to receive him. His hard cock spearing into her. Her pussy stretching around him. His shaft gripped by her velvet walls. His cock filling her. 

 

They were breathless. They did not need to breathe. They were tireless. Their bodies sustained by the dark magic of the blood.

 

Finally, unable to hold back, they peaked together.

 

 

"You did well," Brigitte smiled. 

 

"You were testing me," Xander blinked in realization.

 

"Of course," Brigitte said simply. "You have strength for one so young. You will not find it so pleasing a thing, if find yourself testing your will against Baron Criminel."

 

"I'll try to avoid that," Xander said earnestly.

 

"You may not have a choice," Brigitte replied. "Still, you will do. I will help you."

 

She took a ragged-looking doll from one of the shelves behind her. The liquid language of Old Acadia fell from her lips as she drew on her dark magic, and poured it into the doll. 

 

 

As she worked her spell, Xander quickly gathered up his clothes.

 

"This poppet will guide you," Brigitte said at last, handing Xander the doll. "I do not think it will lead you straight to our lost little bird. She is hiding and, whether she knows it or not, she puts her will against those who hunt her. Friend and foe alike. Still, it will bring you close to her."

 

"I'll take all the help I can get," Xander said, taking the ugly doll. "Ummm... what do I owe you?"

 

"Pay what your heart said the debt is worth, Xander Goth," Maman Brigitte smiled.

 

Blushing slightly, he put a hundred on the counter, hesitated and added a hundred more. He knew he wasn't paying for the sex. If anything, the sex had been part of the payment. It still felt like her owed her a little something for... whatever that had been.

 

With an attempt at a polite smile, he straightened his clothes and left the naked vampire voodoo queen behind him.

 

"Good luck, Xander Goth," Maman Brigitte said softly. "You will need it."