My Little Ventrue Pt. 10 Ch. 02

"Elaine and Jennifer. I'd swear they were Daeva."

It was Antoinette's turn to laugh again. "Agreed."

Jack slipped his hands back under Antoinette's breasts, and resumed the most therapeutic form of stress relief known to man: playing with a woman's boobs.

Tell her about Elaine? No, definitely don't. As much as Elaine and Antoinette were good friends, she was his great grandsire, and she'd trusted him with the biggest secret she probably had.

He was taking a hell of a risk trusting her, but Elaine had pulled through multiple times, especially with the necklace. If he told Antoinette what she'd done, it'd probably lead to a confrontation, and then Elaine not helping Jack. Christ, just thinking the thoughts put holes into the idea. He couldn't trust Elaine, not completely.

But he saw the look in her eyes, when he'd finally gotten through to her about how horrible the curse was. There'd been something there, something real, and after last night, he did trust her. More, at least. Hopefully his habit of trusting people wouldn't get him killed.

Besides, he had a few contingency measures.

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~~Beatrice~~

She threw up her hands. "It's hard with claws!"

"Trim the claws." The stupid Mekhet shook his head at her like she was brain damaged.

"Dude this ain't like most things. It's part of the Nosferatu shtick. If I trim them they just come back." She eyed him, and pointed a claw at her right cheek. No cheek there, just giant crocodile teeth. "See these?"

Damien leaned away from her slightly. "I do."

"One of the first things I did when I realized I was a vampire was try and rip out the extra teeth. They grow back."

"Everything a vampire has grows back."

"Not like this. The deformities can't be suppressed or plucked. They just come back, quick as the body can remake them. Being a Nos fucking sucks."

Sighing, Damien took her right hand, and gently set it back down on the piano keys. "You're playing the piano, not typing on a keyboard. Or tenderizing a steak, for that matter. Stop hitting the keys so hard, and use more of the underside of the tip of the finger. Relax your wrists."

Ugh, why did she agree to this? Two weeks of this shit and she still struggled to play Mary Had a Little Lamb.

"I'm fucking trying, but it feels nicer to just hit the keys with my fingertips. Must smash."

"Yes but you'll... I suppose you'll never strain a muscle, but you will make it harder on yourself to get the patterns and flow between them. You're playing an instrument. It's a dance for your fingers."

"I don't dance. I headbang." Beatrice leaned back, let her head fall back over her shoulders behind her, and groaned. "I suck at this."

"Yes, you do."

Arg, this man. She sat up straight and glared at him, and Damien met her gaze with the tiniest smile. Somewhere along the line, he'd developed a sense of humor. Triss wasn't sure she liked it, but at least he had one.

They were in his apartment. Apparently the dude had gotten a piano, which seemed kinda weird to Triss considering he had one of those keyboard pianos on the shelf. Maybe he just preferred a real piano; Maria probably did.

He had a really nice apartment. Fucking Invictus money. Just like Jack's old apartment, it was all streamlined and modern and fancy, lots of black and silver, and she fully expected a serial killer had lived in it at least once. They were in his living room, the piano near the giant window, drapes closed, with some couches behind them pointed at the nice TV.

On the couch was a little redhead, flipping through stuff on her smartphone and occasionally looking up to giggle at Triss. She wore jeans and a t-shirt, like Triss, and neither of them really fit the apartment's look. Damien did. Dude was dressed in a casual dark suit, something Maria probably insisted on.

Well, whatever. The man seemed to be doing pretty well for himself, considering only four years ago he'd been a sewer rat hiding from everyone.

"You're a shitty teacher."

"Probably. You could ask someone else for help."

"I can't ask a kine to fucking help, jackass." She pointed at her teeth again, and her snake eyes, and her claws. "And I don't want to go around asking people who know me. I just wanna do this privately, you know?"

"Aye, we know." Fiona beamed at her, big smile on, before looking back at her phone.

Damien looked back at Fiona before back to Triss, eyebrow raised. He didn't know why Triss was here learning this shit, or he did a good job hiding the fact he knew. Considering Fiona was Fiona, he probably did know, and was just pretending he didn't for Triss's sake. Nice of him, if annoying.

"Listen here, red tits." Triss threw a glare and pointed finger at Fiona. "I'm doing this for me, okay? Jacob says I should expand what I know about things, cause it'll help me be a better witch. Learning an instrument is mind expanding, right?"

Fiona nodded, eyes still on the phone. "Aye, but I bet there's something else yer looking to get expanded." As if she'd made the wittiest joke ever, she burst into giggles, but kept her eyes on the phone anyway.

Damien smiled, too, but Triss shot him a glare and the smile vanished.

"Beatrice, learning to play an instrument as a vampire is difficult. You're constantly fighting your Kindred biology." He pointed at his skull. "I told you. Your brain is influenced by the vampire curse."

"Yeah yeah, but"—she gestured at her tattoos and piercings—"I can use the Kindred part of me to adapt, right? I got this shit after my embrace."

"I told you it's possible, but it's... difficult, to narrow down the focus."

"Sounds like the same problem I'd have if I was alive and trying to do this. Just exercising a different muscle."

"More like, the same problem kine would have, plus a whole new problem on top of it." Damien shrugged, and played a short tune.

Triss scooted close enough on the piano bench to hit the man with her shoulder. "You think I don't have focus?"

"I—"

"You have any idea how much focus it takes to do witch stuff? The fucking... ugh, never mind. My point is, I got focus. It's just these damn claws!"

Fiona giggled again. "Why don't ye ask Sándor for help? He knows how to play a lot of instruments."

Triss eyed red. "Maybe I will. If—"

A phone rang. Damien sighed as he stood up and pulled a phone from his pocket. "Yes Natasha? I... oh." He looked to Triss and Fiona before nodding. "Yeah, I'll be right there." He hung up. "I have to go. Important business."

Triss eyed him, too, but not the same eye she gave Fiona. No, Damien was serious, and he immediately walked to the closet and put on his trench coat without so much as looking Triss's way again.

"Alright, guess I'm outta here." She stood up and—

"Stay, with Fiona. Practice. She can help."

Slowly, Beatrice sneered as she glared at Fiona, which Fiona returned with a big, bright grin. The wonder child had started learning to play along with Triss, and unlike Triss, was a natural.

"Sure you trust me alone in your place?"

"I don't." Damien nodded to Fiona. "Vrall could easily beat you in a fight."

Fiona's grin grew absolutely maniacal as she hopped off the couch and joined Triss on the bench. "Ye think ye can take me, lass?"

Triss rolled her eyes, especially when she saw the smile on Damien's face as he closed the front door behind him. Ugh, they weren't wrong. Beatrice was plenty strong for her age, but the Begotten were strange, and strong. Fiona, aka Spider-Woman, would probably win any fight the two of them got into, especially if she got the drop on Triss. Well, give it a couple hundred more years and the tables would turn, assuming Fiona was still alive.

"So!" Fiona pulled down the cover for the piano keys, set her elbow on it, chin in palm, and smiled at Triss. "Ye like Sándor?"

Oh god damn it.

"It hasn't even been a year since Julias died, Fiona. Gimme a break."

That earned a small flinch from the girl, but Fiona recovered quickly. She shook her head and gave Triss a gentle shove with her free hand.

"Aye, but ye know Julias would want ye to be happy."

This girl. She was blunt like Jessy, but none of the aggressive was there. To Fiona, there was a silver lining to everything, and joy hidden everywhere. All you had to do was go looking for it. The fact the girl had lost her adopted grandmother only shy of four months ago, didn't seem to put a dent into that personality at all.

"Fiona, you're what, twenty? You don't know. You haven't experienced enough shit."

"Aw come on, that's... only a little true. Damien and I love each other."

"You're a kid."

"But Damien's nae. He's experienced a lot of stuff, and—"

"He's a pedophile."

Fiona laughed. "And the Prince? Or Jacob?"

Triss couldn't help but laugh, too. Yeah, vampire relationships were weird. You didn't keep getting older when you were sired, you sort of half-stopped aging. Sure, you got smarter, maybe even wiser, maybe even more mature, but a lot of your personality and who you were stayed the same. It was part of what made it so damn hard for a vampire to learn to play a fucking instrument!

"Ok, yeah, vampires can be a little weird with the dating ages."

Giggling, Fiona scooted in closer on the bench until they were touching hip to hip. "I hear Samantha is getting some fantasies crossed off her bucket list."

"She... is, yeah."

"Details!"

"You know I'm not going to gossip about her behind her back."

"I get ya. But, what if I told ye I'd heard some things from another gossiping vampire?" Damn it, Jen. "And she said Samantha was getting quite full, from both ends, ye ken? Like—"

"Ugh, fine. Yeah, Samantha's enjoying sex with the Circle. Witches and orgies go hand in hand, I guess. There, ya happy?" She pulled up the cover off the piano keys, forcing Fiona to stop leaning on it.

"Aye." Giggling again, Fiona set her right hand on the keys, some octave high up, and played a simple tune. "Vrall used to have worshipers for that sort of stuff."

"Before you?"

"Aye. Musta been over a thousands years ago."

"That's... kinda interesting, actually. I can picture it, ancient tribal people in a jungle, worshiping some scary, sexy monster of spiders."

"Aye! The memories are blurs to me, ye ken. They're not mine. But Vrall remembers them well enough. Folk, making sacrifices to her. Folk, mostly lads, surrounding her and filling her and covering her in white." She licked her lips.

"Jesus, with memories like that, no wonder you're a hornball."

Giggling, Fiona shook her head. "Nae, I was always like this, before Vrall came to me. Masturbated myself raw the moment I figured out how."

"Is it... a redhead thing?"

"Lass! ... maybe?" She erupted into giggles again. Damn, her laughter was contagious. No wonder Damien loved her. Just being around her was enough to have Triss laughing, smiling, and forgetting just how shitty everything had been the past year; envy over her natural piano skills aside.

"And I'll have you know I'm not here to learn to play for Sándor. Sure, we've been talking more, and sure, he's really good at the guitar... and singing..."

"He is, isn't he?" Fiona blushed a little as she squirmed for a second. "He's tall."

"He's... a bit tall, yeah. Not very—"

"And he's lean, and has muscles."

"Ok, yeah, he's got a nice body. But—"

"And he's got those eyes! Deep blue eyes that are so... mmmm." Fiona set both her elbows on the piano keys, oblivious to the noise it made, and sighed a dreamy sigh as she set her chin on her palms.

"You have a boyfriend."

"Pfft. Damien and I are allowed to look at other folk! I happen to know he thinks Jack's new thralls are sexy as fuck."

"They are pretty hot," Triss said. Jack was probably thoroughly enjoying himself, with three sex slaves to tend to his — or Antoinette's — every whim. "Kid really has a thing for tits."

Fiona giggled as she sat up straight, leaned back a bit, and bounced on the bench a couple times. No bra was keeping those things in check.

"Ye think—"

"No chance in Hell Jack, or the Prince, or Damien, will ever let you get involved in any of their shenanigans, Fiona."

"Aw, but Damien would come, too! I'd never leave him behind."

"Pretty sure that'd be too awkward for Jack and Damien."

"But Art and Matt—"

"Aren't most dudes. They're more like... me and Jen, I guess, without the bisexuality."

"True. Tash is lucky as aw fuck."

Triss set her claws back on the keys, and tried to relax the wrist and fingers. Not the fingertips, but the undersides. Stop smashing the keys. After a few minutes of experimenting, she managed to play a simple five-note melody with her right hand. It was so damn hard to get the volume consistent. Sometimes she pressed too hard and it was almost ear-splitting loud. Sometimes she pressed too soft and it barely made a noise. Maybe she should start with the keyboard piano?

Fiona brought up her phone, flicked through some things, and put the phone in front of Triss, between her eyes and her fingers, forcing her to look.

A video of Natasha, hands tied behind her, getting choked and fuck by Arturo from behind, her whole body on display. Matthew walked up to her, huge dick in hand, and spent some time rubbing his cock's head against the girl's obviously drenched, very tiny, very smooth slit, all while Arturo pounded into her ass, before Matt eventually shoved himself balls deep into the little girl.

The camera was in the perfect spot to show everything, even the small bulge on the girl's belly. The dudes were huge, and she was very petite and thin.

Triss groaned pushed the phone aside. "I get it. Come on. Can you stop thinking about sex for a moment, and—"

"Ye ever wonder if Sándor can fuck when merged with his Horror? Cause I know."

"You... do?"

"Aye. Sándor does nae like to talk about himself much, but lately, I've managed to coax a few short conversations from him. Managed to piece a few things together."

Triss looked down at the piano keys, keys she should have been hitting to try and work some muscle memory into her stupid Kindred brain. But instead, she let out another annoyed groan, and looked at Loki incarnate.

"Can he?"

She scrunched her nose in a wicked, evil grin. "Aye. Apparently it's very... large."

"Oh come on. He didn't tell you that."

"Nae, but he said a few things about time spent with his wife when in his lair, and certain... anatomical problems because of size." Somehow, her grin only got more evil.

Well, that'd certainly make Jen happy, if she could somehow convince the dude to indulge her.

"Your, uh, Horrors, make a habit of having sex? Can you all even have sex?"

"Vrall can, as you know. Sándor can. But I dinnae think Athalia or Mark can."

"Heh. Well, the spider girl is pretty damn hot, admitted."

"Aye! But she likes to tie Damien up. That's nae fun."

"Because you want to be the one tied up."

Fiona nodded like accepting a gift of chocolate. "Aye."

"Any... any idea what Sándor likes? Or what his Horror would like?"

"Nae, sorry."

Christ, now Triss was picturing it. Big, muscular gargoyle dude, oddly handsome in that 'oh shit please don't eat me enormous monster' kinda way, with a girl not even half his height on his lap. Less sex than it would be like being a sex toy in a giant monster's hand. Which tickled the witchy part of her so damn much. Sure, she loved being pampered and being treated like a princess, but god damn there was some part of her that wanted some demon beast with a cock the size of a log to use her like a toy.

Which of course made her feel guilty again, cause fuck, she liked Sándor, and the idea of fucking someone she liked rubbed up against the part of her that still wanted Julias in her life, the part of her that missed the fuck out of him. The part of her that was getting neck deep in shit with an ancient spirit of death, a flesh witch, and some ridiculous pursuit everyone told her was impossible.

Then what the fuck was she doing here, learning to play piano? So she could impress Sándor? God damn it, she fucking hated this, and hated herself for it, too.

"Alright. I'm gonna get going, anyway."

"Already?"

"Yeah. I stole a keyboard to play on. I'll practice back at my place."

Fiona eyed her, obviously suspicious. The girl made no attempts to hide her emotions; if anything, she exaggerated them on purpose.

"I know ye've been hanging with Sándor occasionally. Ye—"

"Don't, Fiona. Just don't." Before Fiona could apologize, Triss waved a dismissing hand. "It's fine. But like I said, it hasn't even been a year."

"Ok ok." She put up her hands in surrender. "Talk later then?"

"Yeah, later."

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~~Eric~~

"Oh my fucking god. That fucking... that fucking... fuck!"

Eric raised a brow at Jessy, but he knew he didn't have to ask what she was angry about. She'd tell him. Say one thing for Jessy, he never had to worry about her hiding her feelings.

The two of them sat in his apartment, curled up on his couch, watching some comedy drama episodes. He wasn't a big fan of sitcoms, but comedy dramas were a different beast, and he did occasionally laugh watching them. A guilty pleasure. Jessy didn't feel a shred of guilt about it, but she didn't really feel that way about anything she liked.

"Look at this!" She showed him her phone. Someone had sent her a video.

Jack, lying on his back, on what looked like a bunch of giant white pool towels. His head was on Antoinette's legs, and she was topless, giant tits hanging right over his head. On Jack's right was Rachel and Veronica, with both snuggled into him somehow. On the left, Leilani, and Elaine, doing the same thing. Jack had introduced them yesterday. They were all naked, and the three kine were exhausted. Elaine and Jack had probably Kissed them, and fucked them.

The perspective of the camera was from whoever was currently riding the kid. The camera pilot turned it around to point at her, and lo and behold, Ashley the ghoul blew the camera a kiss, before panning the camera down her body. Julee sat behind her, hands running up and down her naked skin, before settling above the blonde ghoul's very smooth, very small slit. And Ashley made damn sure the camera remained pointed right at where Jack penetrated her, as she ground her body around and around on him while her friend played with her clitoris.

Jessy groaned like she'd just be run over by a semi. "She must be so tight. Like, look at that tiny waist! Probably hard to fit a single finger in that pussy."

It was true. The Prince's ghouls had skinny bodies, the sort you had if you were a professional acrobat or ballerina or something. Kinda like Natasha, but taller, average height.

"They are pretty skinny."

"I know, right? And—" She groaned again as Elaine reached out, smiled at the camera, took it, and aimed it at Ashley proper, so the video had Ashley and Julee as the center of attention. But Elaine also occasionally took time to aim the phone down at Jack and how he was drowning in a sea of huge breasts, before she aimed the phone at herself and teased her own breasts, then pointed it at the Prince and teased her breasts, before pointing it back at Ashley.

That, was one spoiled kid.

Kat sat in Jessy's lap, and she pawed at the phone, earning a laugh from the vampire. As much as Eric loved his cat, Jessy apparently loved her more, and possibly vice versa. A shame she was spayed. If he could find another cat as chill as Kat, he'd be able to have a family of cats too useless to even hunt a mouse. Which was fine. Jessy was a hunter, and he was a hunter. They didn't need a third.

"Seven girls," Eric said. "That's—"

"A lot of pussy."

"I was going to say intimidating."