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India Masters 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Soul Collector 

India Masters 

 

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Dedication 

 

To the two Sheris in my life: 

To Sheri Livingston, for mentoring a novice and for being the best crit partner and 
writing partner a girl could ask for. Ive never laughed so much in my entire life as I have 
this last year knowing you. 

To Sherri Lynne, for liking my little story, and for having the patience of a saint as we 
worked on edits. Maybe one of these days well make it to the Big Easy and Ill buy you a 
caf au lait at Caf Du Monde. I said it once and Ill say it again -- you rock! 

Thanks to my sister for, well, everything. 

Lastly, to Jessica/Dana, for dragging me outside my comfort zone, even if I did go 
kicking and screaming. 


Prologue 

 

Cedlan Tunnock knelt between his wifes legs as she pushed, screaming in agony as 
another contraction rippled her belly. The passing hours had been sheer hell and still the 
midwife had not arrived. Anhia grew tired and the babe refused to come. Each moment drew 
more of her waning strength and Cedlan feared his beloved would pass into the spirit world. 
Another scream and Anhia pushed, expelling the child from her weakened body. Cedlan 
stared, horrified. 

He looked around the room to assure they were alone. The babe, a female, had been 
born with a caul. Cedlan, tore the membrane from the childs head. Just in time, for the door 
flew open, admitting the driving wind and rain along with the midwife and her apprentice. 

Sheabb, the Druid priest cried to the midwife. At last! The babe has just arrived. See 
to Anhia; there is much blood! 

She hurried to Anhias side and lifted the sheet covering the young mother, then 
turned to Cedlan, a grim look on her careworn face. Go to the temple, Cedlan Tunnock, and 
pray for your wife, for I fear she will not last the night. 


The Druid high priest gave a strangled cry then donned his cloak. The door was nearly 
ripped from his hands as he left the cottage. The wind moaned, buffeting him from all sides, 
driving the rain into his exposed skin like tiny spikes. 

Cedlan fought his way across the ground and entered between the standing stones, 
throwing himself upon the altar. Danu! Hear my plea! Tears mingled with the rain as the 
priest lay prostrate on the altar. I offer my life and the life of the child! Our lives for hers! I 
beg of you, Divine One! Spare Anhia and I will sacrifice myself and the child to your glorious 
mercy! 

* * * * * 

Samhain -- fourteen years later 

 

Midnight approached and Lillith shivered in the filmy robe as the procession made its 
way to the temple. She had prepared for this moment her entire life, but fear of the knife 
gripped her heart. The pain would be fleeting, this she knew, and her parents would be at 
her side to guide her from this world and into the new. Danu waited on the other side to 
breathe new life into her. 

At the stroke of midnight, the fires were extinguished. Lillith approached the altar and 
disrobed. Stretching out on the cold stone, she raised her arms above her head, baring her 
ribcage for the thrust of the knife. On her left, her father raised the ceremonial knife to the 
full moon. On her right, her mother knelt beside her in prayer. With those she loved near to 
her, Lillith closed her eyes and listened to her fathers invocation. 

Hear me, Danu! Now is the promised time. This holy daughter begs your guidance to 
the Otherworld. Hear my prayer, Divine One! Take her hand and lead her into your light, 
that she may be reborn to your service. Remember all who have passed before her, grant 
them passage that new ones may be born to live in the glory of your name! Into your loving 
hands we deliver our daughter, Lillith! 


The tip of the knife was cold and sharp against her skin. Her father murmured words of 
love to her as the knife thrust into her, driving deep. She felt it pierce her heart and her eyes 
flew open. With a gasp, Lillith turned her eyes heavenward as the shimmering hand of Danu 
reached for her. She took the hand as she slipped the mortal coil. 

Oh, the beauty of Danu! Her body was the Earth, her hair the waters. Air was her 
breath; sun and moon lit her eyes. Lillith rose from her mortal body, looking down 
impassively as the blood pumped from her wounded heart to stain the altar. In that moment, 
all was known to her. She would walk the earth, immortal, collecting the souls of the dead, 
both good and evil. As time passed, a man would come to herThe crowd dispersed to the 
village center as the runners approached with the torches from the need fires in Uisneach. 
The Samhain feast had begun. 

Lillith gasped as Danu breathed life into her deflated lungs. Rising from the altar, she 
walked naked to the nearby spring to bathe. For the rest of her time on Earth, she would 
bear the mark of her fathers knife. Drying herself, she made her way from the temple and 
entered her parents cottage. A new gown hung from a peg by the bed. She donned the 
garment, tied the silver cord about her waist and shouldered a leather pack. She stood in the 
doorway, giving the place one last look, then turned and walked away into the night. 

 


Chapter One 

 

New Orleans, Louisiana, 2007 

 

More often than not, I prefer a shower, but there was a chill in the air so I decided to 
soak in the large spa tub. As I luxuriated in the heated water, I recalled Attila the Huns 
fascination with the Romans hot baths, remembering I was there when he humiliated 
Theodosius and the Roman Empire, then collected his soul as he drowned in his own blood 
on his wedding night. The world had changed drastically since I was reborn as a Soul 
Collector. People often romanticized the past, unable to comprehend the grinding poverty 
and disease that afflicted those who lived in those times. I raised my foot and flipped the 
lever to drain the tub. Enough reminiscing, the sun had just set over Lake Pontchartrain and 
I was late meeting Anton at Caf Du Monde for coffee. 

As I leaned over to open a drawer, I was grabbed from behind, spun around, and 
thrown over the back of a leather club chair. A forearm across my back held me in place and 
I heard the sound of a zipper sliding open. My legs were shoved apart and I gasped as my 
attacker penetrated me from behind. 


Dont make a sound He pulled back to thrust into me again. His hands grasped my 
breasts, rolling the nipples between his thumb and index fingers. His hips moved like a 
piston, fucking me with long hard strokes. 

Ah, I sighed. C'est tu, chri. Dur, baises-moi dur. 

Anton chuckled. Ill fuck you hard, cher. Each word followed a hard thrust. He 
relinquished one of my breasts and reached around my hips to delve between my legs. He 
stroked my clit, making me mumble gibberish as his cock pounded into me. And, by the 
way, youre late, as usual. 

Oh, ooh, darling, Im going to come while youre fucking me like this! Jesus, but he 
felt good, so long and thick, riding me hard and fast. I could feel my body beginning to 
clench, the familiar heat igniting from deep inside my pussy, building to an almost 
unbearable crescendo. I practically screamed at him to finish me, and he did, taking my 
clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing, the friction guaranteeing the fire he 
sought. I screamed like a nutria as the dam burst, thrusting my hips back to meet his every 
stroke until all I could do was sob and shudder as I came. 

He hadnt come. As I sighed and went limp, he lifted me and carried me to the bed. It 
was a massive affair, imported from Italy, and large enough to hold four adults. An 
intricately scrolled wrought iron headboard took up most of the wall. 

Put your arms up and grab the headboard, Anton demanded. Naturally, I did. 

Now, raise your legs and put your feet on the mattress. Again, I cooperated. Spread 
them wide, let me see your pussy. I smiled, having been the beneficiary of his little games 
before. Wipe that smile off your face, wench. Aaah, the lord of the manor and the naughty 
upstairs maid. I liked this one. 

Yes, sir, I squeaked. Im sorry, sir. 

Tell me, wench, do you value your position here? 

Oh, yes, Mr. Anton, I do. 


Thats good, Lily, very good indeed. He smiled down at me, slowly removing the rest 
of his clothes. Look at me, Lily. What do you see? 

I looked at my lover, widening my eyes in make-believe shock. Oh, sir, itsits so 
big! 

He nodded, pleased with his little maid. Shall I tell you what Im going to do to you, 
Lily? 

Y-yes sir. I made my voice as timid sounding as possible. 

Anton climbed on the bed, stroking my inner thighs with skilled hands. His touch was 
whisper light, sending shivers down my spine as his fingers grazed the crease of each leg. 
With each touch, he came closer to my pussy, but never actually touched me there. 

First, Im going to touch you. His voice was as soft as his caress. Then, finally, one 
finger traced the outline of my labia, teasing until the moisture began to flow. Next, that 
same finger slid under my outer lips to stroke the velvety flesh beneath. Youre very soft, 
Lily. You like what Im doing, dont you? 

I shuddered. Goddess, yes, I liked it. Iyes, sir. 

Thats a good girl, he crooned. His finger dipped inside my liquid center and I 
moaned. As a reward, I got another finger, both moving deeper this time. 

Oh, Mr. Anton, I sighed. 

Are you ready for more, Lily? 

Oh, please, sir! 

All right, Lily. Now, do you know what Im going to do next? He stretched out on the 
bed, his head between my legs. Im going to put my mouth right here. He touched my 
opening, and I shuddered. Im going to kiss you, and lick you, and suck every drop of juice 
from between your legs. 

I groaned as Antons thumbs opened me to his questing mouth. His tongue advanced, 
licking at my opening, dipping in, penetrating, and then moving on. My clit, sensitized from 


his earlier ministrations, jumped to attention the second his soft tongue stroked it, and I 
moaned loudly, thrusting against his mouth. 

Thats my girl. Im going to eat you until you come, cher, and then Im going to fuck 
you good. 

Oh, oui! His tongue stabbed at my clit and my hips jerked away. 

Ah, ah, ah. Well have none of that, Miss. He grasped my hips, holding them tight 
against his hungry mouth as he drew my clit between his lips to nurse. 

My hands came off the headboard to pound the mattress and he stopped to scold me. 

Keep your hands on that headboard, girl! 

Yes, sir! I squeaked, my entire body tensed to explode. His tongue lashed me and I 
cried out, over and over! My body nearly levitated off the bed as I came, legs thrashing, 
headboard pounding the wall. Anton! 

He gave me a few moments to come back to earth, then moved up my body, draping 
my legs over his shoulders. 

Now, Im going to fuck you, cher. He plunged into me, his cock hard and hot. I had 
no control in this position, and Anton liked it that way. He could fuck me hard, then slow 
down. It drove me wild with need when he withdrew and slowly sank into me again. He 
teased me with slow, gentle thrusts then slammed into to me with a violence that took my 
breath. The man knew how to fuck, and that was what this session was all about. Later, we 
would make love, but right now he was hungry and he wanted to fuck. I tightened the 
muscles of my vaginal wall, gripping him, making him groan. Thats right, mon amour, hold 
me tight! He moved faster, nearing his own release. God, youre so hot, and wet, and tight. 
You feel so good. He let my legs slide down his shoulders and close around his waist as he 
lunged his mouth against my neck. 'a beon d'un go de to bebe. I need a taste of you. 
Its been so long! 


I turned my head, granting him access. His canines elongated, scraping the skin, then 
found their mark, sinking into my neck. His moan of ecstasy shuddered through me with his 
final thrust and I came with him, my fingers uncurling from around the headboard. With a 
sigh, I stroked his hair, his shoulders, whispering nonsense as he came down. He released 
me, licking the wound to close it. 

Thank you, Lillith, he murmured into the hollow of my neck. 

 


Chapter Two 

 

The temperature on this April evening was a pleasant seventy-two degrees and the air 
was still. The trip from my building in the Vieux Carr to Caf Du Monde was a short walk 
up Royal to Pirate Alley where we cut across Jackson Square to Decatur Street. Most of those 
we encountered were locals and we exchanged greetings, stopping to chat with a young 
Cajun couple renting an apartment in one of my buildings. 

Lillith, Anton! Emil and Antoinette Reynaud cried in unison. Antoinette laughed and 
smacked Emils arm. Jinx ! Tume dois un coke. 

Emil smiled and shook his head. I try to learn English, and always she is speaking 
French to me. What means this jinx? 

In this sense of the word, jinx means something that is predestined, I explained. 

He looked confused so I translated the word to French. Prdestin. It means to imply 
that you are so attuned to one another you say the same word at the same time. The one who 
catches it owes the other a Coke. 

Ah, Emil said, then twirled his index finger next to his temple. C'est fou, non? 

Anton laughed. Oui, mais elle est amricaine. 


Antoinette stuck her tongue out at Anton. Just because I am American doesnt mean 
Im crazy. You Parisians are just too snooty. 

Anton gestured as though plunging a dagger into his heart. 

Snooty? Emil asked. 

I placed an index finger under my nose and tipped my head back. 

Ah, the nose in the air. This means too proud. He gave this some thought, then shook 
his head. Non, a Parisian may never be too snooty. 

Antoinette snorted. By the way, we were just headed over to Lolas for dinner if youd 
care to join us. She looked directly at Anton as she spoke. 

It was never a good idea to get too friendly with people you do business with, 
especially when the business came in the guise of landlord and tenant. Besides, Id had 
enough of her flirting. As always, Anton came to my rescue, wrapping his arms around me 
possessively. 

Another time, perhaps. This is my night off, and Im not sharing my girl with anyone. 
Were going to Du Monde for a caf au lait and then to Tujagues. We love the shrimp 
remoulade and bonne femme chicken. 

I backed against Antons chest and reached up to stroke his cheek. And I intend to eat 
my weight in bread pudding. 

He leaned down to nuzzle my cheek, drawing my eyes to his. Youll get fat as a cow 
and Ill divorce you for a much younger, much skinnier woman. 

Already, the rest of the world began to fade away. With Antons arms around me, his 
warm breath on my cheek, no one and nothing intruded. 

Emil cleared his throat. We will leave you to your evening together, then. 

We said our goodbyes, and Anton held my hand as we started across the square. We 
stopped in unison, exchanging a kiss when we heard Antoinette tell Emil how she hoped 
they would still be so much in love when they were our age. If only they knew. 


One of the advantages of being sanctioned by The Divine One was that Anton had 
evolved over the years. Unlike some vampires, he was able to eat and drink as a normal 
person did. When instructed to relocate to the States, Anton requested we move to New 
Orleans, as it was the one metropolis in America most like European cities. Weve lived in 
the Vieux Carr and have been patrons of Caf Du Monde since its inception in 1862. Our 
combined powers shielded us from prying eyes that would question why we never appeared 
to age. As far as the locals knew, we were descendants of the first families of New Orleans 
who had the unfortunate tendency to name their firstborn children after themselves. New 
Orleanians have always had enough quirks of their own to not bother questioning why 
Anton never seemed to eat. For a number of years, all he could do was sip caf au lait, but 
now he enjoyed all New Orleans had to offer in the way of cuisine. Caf Du Monde, 
however, continued to be our favorite haunt. Anyone looking for Anton and Lillith knew 
when all else failed, wait at the cafe and wed turn up. 

Bonsoir, Anton, Lillith. How was your Christmas? Lizzie called from the service 
window. Two coffees coming up. Beignets tonight? 

Christmas was lovely, Lizzie, and yours? Please, just a single order, Anton called back 
as he seated me. Were off to Tujagues later this evening and Lillith is saving herself for the 
bread pudding. 

A waiter hurried out with two coffees, an order of beignets, and a well used copy of the 
Times-Picayune. Anton took the business and lifestyle sections while I read the hard news. 

I frowned as I read the headline: Westside Rapist Strikes Again. The article went on 
to say that the police were unable to locate a point of entry but the woman had been 
savagely assaulted in her own bed in the middle of the night. An unnamed source with the 
NOPD stated the woman woke from a dream to discover an unknown, nude male in her 
bedroom. Police speculated the assailant was a Power-Reassurance Rapist, as the victim 
stated he acted as though they had a shared relationship. She also reported she did not know 


her assailant, who told her he would see her later, thanked her for the lovely evening, and 
disappeared. This was the third such attack in as many weeks in the New Orleans area. 

Elle sest rveill d'un rve, mon ne, I muttered, tossing the paper on the table. 

Anton folded his section and reached for the paper Id thrown down. Whats this 
about your ass? 

I said, woke from a dream, my ass. I glared pointedly at the paper and he began to 
read. 

As he read, Antons brow furrowed. Incubus? he asked softly. 

That would be my take on it. A dream lover who disappears? What else? 

Anton reached for his cell and dialed. Detective Fabiene Robichaud, please. 

I nodded approvingly and listened in as Anton greeted his contact inside the NOPD. 
Fabiene, Anton here. Fine, and yours? Yes, shes fine too. I wiggled my fingers and Anton 
relayed my greeting. She says hello and Merry Christmas. A pregnant pause punctuated the 
conversation as Anton listened. You know me too well, my friend. What can you tell me? 
Anton nodded as Robichaud talked. I see. But, of course, thats why I called. Ill call you as 
soon as weve spoken to him, mon ami. 

Anton sighed. It was as you expected. She was in the middle of an erotic dream when 
she woke to find the man between her legs, fucking her. She described an impressive orgasm 
and when her attacker came, he ejaculated copious amounts of semen. She said it burned. He 
stayed with her through the night, taking her again and again, each time she climaxed and 
when he ejaculated, it burned. Fabiene asks that we speak with Morgan. 

I cursed the beast. He was trying to impregnate her. Well have to keep an eye on 
her. I gave my love a knowing look. If she is pregnant, the babe cannot be allowed to live. 

I know that, Lillith, he said, taking a tone with me. I may not be as old as you, but 
Ive been around long enough to know the damage a crossbreed can do. 


The vampire, Raphiel, whod made Anton, was a vampiric crossbreed and able to 
reproduce. Fortunately for mankind, the beast was rabidly homosexual and could not 
tolerate the taste of feminine blood. I shivered as I recalled Antons condition when I found 
him over three hundred years before. His throat practically torn open. Yes, I said, my voice 
soft. Forgive me, cher. 

He smiled at me and took my hand. No, forgive me. Raphiel is a long distant memory, 
cher. Do not allow him to intrude on what we have now. He drained his coffee cup and 
squeezed my hand. Now, finish your coffee so we can get on with our evening. 

I did as he asked and stood as he pulled my chair out, offering his arm. Your bread 
pudding awaits, madame. He leaned down and traced the outside of my ear with his tongue, 
then whispered, Eat as much as you like, cher. No amount of flesh on that beautiful body 
could keep me from wanting you. 

I laughed, taking his arm. I am so going to fuck you senseless when we get home 
tonight. Or maybe, Ill have you in your office at the club. He raised an eyebrow as I 
continued. Or perhaps Ill slide beneath the full length tablecloth in the darkest spot in the 
club and suck you off while youre chatting with Morgan. 

His laugh started as a deep rumble in his chest and burst out of him like a clap of 
thunder. Keep talking like that, he growled seductively, and Ill take you against the wall 
of yon alleyway. 

I laughed. You dont have the brass! He did, of course, and I damn well knew it. I 
didnt resist when he strode toward the service alley behind the buildings on Madison Street. 

He spied a small, private parking area and laid me over the fender of a new Volkswagen 
Beetle. Ill show you how much brass Ive got, wench. He growled, tossing my skirt over 
my head. 


Before I could say a word, Anton yanked my panties down and kicked my legs apart. I 
heard his zipper slide down and his pants drop. He grasped my hips, holding me still, and 
took me in one rough thrust. 

Blessed Danu, youre wet already. I swear, I think youd let me lay you across the back 
of old Andrews horse and fuck you in broad daylight in Jackson Square. 

How could I protest that I wouldnt when he had me leaning over a car fender, fucking 
me hard and fast as people strolled down Decatur Street not three hundred yards away? All I 
could do was moan as his cock pummeled me from behind. 

Ah, close are you? he taunted. Im not anywhere near ready so dont expect this to 
be over any time soon. 

He had me practically sobbing with need as he denied me the orgasm I sought, again 
and again. Finally, he took pity on me and reached down to tweak my clit with his fingers. 

Oh, ooooh! I was afraid people would gather to watch me come like a roman candle. 
In that moment just before orgasm, Anton bent his knees and fucked me with an upward 
motion, his hips slamming into me, grinding against me like a lap dancer. He clapped a hand 
over my mouth to mute my cries as my body shuddered and spasmed. He slammed into me 
one more time and leaned over to whisper in my ear that he was not done with me yet. 

Anton caressed my ass, giving me a moment to catch my breath. What next? he 
mused. His fingers slid into my pussy, gathered the moisture pooling there, and then he 
worked one into my ass, flexing it. Hearing me groan, he had his answer. Yes, thats a lovely 
idea. A little ass fucking never hurt a girl. He dipped his still erect penis into my pussy, then 
parted my ass cheeks with both hands. 

He entered me slowly, allowing the narrow opening to stretch and relax for him. 
Finally seated to his full length, he flicked his hips and wrenched a groan from my panting 
lips. His hands massaged my ass as he withdrew and sank back in, moving slowly, 
deliberately, maddeningly. I was ready for more. 


Plus dur, bb. Donnes-le moi plus dur, I begged. Harder, baby. Give it to me harder. 

Anton moaned. Ill give it to you harder, all right. He increased his pace, fucking me 
hard. You have the most marvelous ass, cher. I swear, whatever hole I place my stick in, 
youre as tight as a new bride. 

His breath came hard and his voice rasped as he spoke to me in very dirty French. He 
practically growled as I worked my hips, thrusting back onto him as I sought release yet 
again. All right, bebe. Now youre going to come for me again. His fingers found my pussy 
and clit and he worked them mercilessly. Ah, God, come with me now, cher! His cock 
pistoned into me and I cried out, not giving a shit who heard or saw. One more deep thrust 
had him spilling his seed deep inside my ass. His body curved over mine as we both sighed, 
slowly coming down. 

At last, I felt his lips move across my shoulders and down my back as he eased out of 
me and we straightened our clothes. I would pay for it later, anal sex was not something we 
did often and I was always sore afterward. Still, I saw it as a way to ease his mind when 
memories of Raphiel arose. I would be Raphiel and he could pour his pain and anger into my 
ass. I stood and turned to him. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I love you so, 
Lillith. 

I purred against his chest. And I you. Now, feed me darling. I fear youve taken the 
last of my strength. 

Anton laughed, knowing the statement as a blatant falsehood. Then I shall carry you, 
cher. I shrieked with laughter as he swung me into his arms and strode toward the 
restaurant. People laughed and smiled as we passed them never knowing we had just fucked 
ourselves silly in the alley behind them. 

 


Chapter Three 

 

The shrimp remoulade and beef brisket at Tujagues were tasty, sinus-clearing treats 
wed enjoyed for years. Tujagues had six entrees and wed tried them all at one time or 
another. Wed been going there for so long no one bothered to take our order any more. We 
both had the shrimp and ordered the chicken and brisket to share. Anton loved the crawfish 
gumbo while I was a devotee of the corn with crab soup. The French bread loaf was crusty 
and tender, completely delicious when slathered with real butter. The bread pudding was 
rich and melt-in-your-mouth scrumptious. Anton chose the pecan pie and we occasionally 
shared bites, but I tended to be stingy most of the time, telling him if he wanted bread 
pudding he should have ordered it. Since we rarely partook of alcohol, we drank the rich 
caf au lait, which was good but not as good as that sold at Du Monde. 

Bellies full of the best food New Orleans had to offer, Anton and I ambled through the 
Quarter at a leisurely pace. 

I am worried about Morgan, Anton confessed. He becomes increasingly morose as 
the months pass. 

Yes. Ive been thinking perhaps we need to spend more time with him. You dont 
think he means to harm himself, do you? 


I wish I knew, cher. Beatrice meant the world to him and he seems unable to recover 
from the loss. The young women at the club practically throw themselves at him, and he 
wants nothing to do with them. He merely smiles and declines even the most blatant offer. 

Everyone grieves at their own pace, Anton. 

He placed an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. I suppose I can 
understand. Were I to lose you, I dont think I could go on. 

I nodded. Nor I. 

We turned up St. Peter and headed for Preservation Hall, stopping in to listen to the 
best jazz in the world before making the five block stroll to North Rampart and his club. The 
room was smoky but it didnt bother us. We were both smokers. We found a table in a dark 
corner and snuggled up together to enjoy the music. Once we arrived at Antons, our time 
would no longer be our own. 

When the band took a break, we left Preservation Hall and headed north on St. Peter, 
past the crowds on Bourbon Street. Even though it was dark out, no one bothered us. We 
had a reputation in the Quarter as being slightly odd. The more superstitious folk believed 
we dabbled in voodoo. Amusing when you consider what we really were. 

Ive also been thinking that Morgan needs us now, more than ever, Anton mused as 
we continued our casual stroll. 

Darling, I would do anything I could to help him, but what can we do? You say he is 
more and more depressed. He has no interest in women, so trying to set him up with 
someone would be useless. 

I have noticed him attending to one woman. 

His tone was hesitant so I raised a questioning eyebrow. 

You, cher, Anton admitted. He has always been a little in love with you. It should 
come as no surprise that he desires you. 

I felt a strange fluttering in my stomach. And how do you feel about this? 


Anton shrugged. I have no doubt of your love for me, cher. 

We arrived at Antons shortly after ten oclock and the club was just beginning to hop. 
The DJ, born and bred in New Orleans, played a good mix of everything from Zydeco to 
Heavy Metal and sweaty bodies filled the dance floor, moving to the throbbing beat of some 
tune I didnt recognize. Truthfully, I spent as little time as possible at the club. Although I 
knew Anton loved me to distraction, it was difficult for me to watch young women throw 
themselves at him -- especially when they knew damned well he belonged to me. But he was 
devastatingly handsome, with long, dark hair and pale blue eyes. Part of his job was to flirt 
and tease the female patrons, and I accepted that, but I didnt have to watch. 

Anton held my hand firmly in his as we threaded our way through the crowd to a 
large, curved booth in the darkest corner of the club. He smiled, waved, and briefly paused to 
exchange pleasantries with customers until, finally, we reached the booth where Morgan 
Michaud sat waiting. 

Good evening, Anton. Lillith, youre dazzling as ever, Morgan greeted us. 

I leaned in and kissed both his cheeks. Darling, youve cut your hair! Its fabulous. I 
gave Anton a look and grinned, sliding into the seat next to Morgan. You must tell me who 
did it. 

Anton gave me a teasing growl. Dont get any ideas, wench. No scissors but my own 
will touch this hair. He winked at Morgan. Besides, what would you use for reins if I cut it 
all off. 

I rolled my eyes. Bah! As if you listen to anything I say! 

The conversation carried on in this manner until a waitress brought us three bottles of 
Pellegrino and glasses of ice. Anton opened my bottle and filled my glass. It was just one of 
the little gestures of our everyday life that filled my heart with love for him. Morgan 
watched, his expression one of mingled affection and sadness. He too was an immortal, 


another vampire saved from death to serve Danu, if somewhat lackadaisically. Immortals 
should never allow themselves to fall in love with mortals. 

I took his hand, squeezing it gently. How are you, Morgan? 

The vampire shrugged nonchalantly. The same, ma petite. I miss her, but our lives go 
on, do they not? He stretched his arm across the back of the seat and gave my shoulder a 
squeeze. Now, shall I guess why you needed to see me? Or shall I tell you? 

Youve seen todays paper? Anton asked, guessing the vampire had. 

The Westside Rapist Strikes Again, in large, bold letters. How could I miss it? Your 
thoughts? He looked from Anton to me, waiting. 

Fardeau, we said quietly and in unison. Incubus. 

Great minds, Morgan commented. Since this one moves freely day or night, I would 
guess some kind of crossbreed. 

We agree, Anton told him. Have you gotten any sense of him? Anything at all? 

Morgan shook his head, shaggy blond hair swirling about his shoulders. Not so much 
as an inkling. For me, thats answer enough. Hes strong as well as crafty, to be able to shield 
himself from us. 

La bte doit tre arrte avant qu'il se reproduise, I all but whispered. The beast must 
be stopped before he reproduces. 

Oh, I agree, ma petite. Morgan shrugged again. Do you not find the timing 
interesting? 

The timing? 

After Katrina. 

I was still drawing a blank and told him so. 

His fingers stroked my cheek. Darling, its Darwinism at its best. What happens when 
you cull the weakest from the herd? 


Oh Blessed Danu, I said, appalled at the thought. 

Only those with the means evacuated, and only the strongest survived if they didnt 
get out. Its possible this beast is selecting his victims from the survivors. 

I looked at Anton who merely nodded and pulled out his cell phone, punching a speed 
dial number. He spoke in hurried French and I heard him greet our friend Celine Moreau 
and ask for Fabiene Robichaud. Very good, mon ami. Lillith will be glad to see Celine. Yes, 
well wait here for you. 

Morgan raised a wheat-colored eyebrow at Anton. Robichaud? Are you forgetting he 
and I are not on the best of terms? 

Anton shrugged. Tou as essay de sduire sa femme. 

I gaped at Morgan. You tried to seduce Celine? 

The vampire laughed softly. Il ne traduit pas. Besides, she came on to me. 

It does translate, Morgan! Fabiene is crazy for Celine. Youre lucky he didnt take your 
head off. 

Beside me, Anton chuckled. Its not as if he didnt try. 

Morgan grinned. Thats true. If not for Anton, I should be wandering the world as the 
Headless Horseman, scaring little children and swamp rats. 

I snorted with disgust and elbowed Anton. And you never mentioned this to me? 

Really, cher, I dont tell you everything that happens here. And its not as though 
anyone was hurt. 

I huffed and folded my arms across my chest. Vous des hommes tes des porcs. Tout le 
toi. 

Anton draped an arm across my shoulder and pulled me close. Yes, cher, we men are 
pigs, all of us. And this pig loves you to distraction. He dipped his head and nibbled on my 
ear and whispered to me. Shall I prove it to you, my love? I could slip under this table and 


lick that delicious pussy until you beg me to make you come, eh? Or I could slide my hand 
under your skirt and fuck you with my fingers. Maybe both? 

It was Morgans turn to snort with disgust. Really, the pair of you are too much to 
take. No one should be that much in love after all this time. What is he doing, ma petite, 
telling you how he will love you when you get home? 

I uttered a strangled laugh as Antons arm left my shoulder and dropped beside me. His 
fingers teased my skirt up and dipped between my legs. Damn him, he was going to play 
with me while Morgan sat beside us chatting as though everything was completely normal! 

So, I squeaked. When will Fabiene and Celine get here? 

Oh, not for an hour, at the very least, cher. 

Anton hooked a finger around the silken crotch of my panties and pulled them aside. I 
swallowed a moan as he flicked my clit. 

We both saw Morgans nostrils flare as he inhaled. He knew. Oh Blessed Danu. He 
would think me a complete wanton. I licked my lips and gave him a seductive smile. 

I smell sex, Morgan said softly, inching closer to me. What are you doing to her, 
Anton? 

Anton flipped the tablecloth back to reveal his fingers buried in my pussy. He gave me 
a meaningful look and I closed my eyes in assent. Care to join me, mon ami? 

Morgan touched my shoulder. Lillith? 

I merely smiled and reached for his hand, guiding it between my legs. After all, it was 
Antons suggestion, and I loved Morgan. It was all the invitation he needed to move closer 
and reach beneath the tablecloth. He lifted my right leg and draped it over his left, allowing 
him greater access. Anton observed this and did the same, spreading me wide, covered only 
by the white tablecloth. 

These panties need to go, Lillith, Morgan murmured. May I? 

But of course, I said, opening my eyes to meet his gaze. 


The material cut into me as Morgan yanked the panties from my body. He tugged them 
from beneath me and stuffed them in his jacket pocket. Thats much better, non? 

Controlling my breathing was a chore as Morgan began to caress my inner thigh. Your 
skin is like satin, ma beau. Anton is a lucky man. 

I rolled my head to the left and met Antons eyes. Yes, he is, arent you darling? 

The luckiest, Anton agreed. Perhaps when we are done with Fabiene and Celine, 
Morgan can come home with us and we can show him just how lucky I am. 

I smiled. Sharing me was not something Anton took lightly. Whatever you like, 
darling. I looked at Morgan. Would you care to join us later, Morgan? 

Morgans fingers dipped into my pussy and pumped me several times. I would adore it, 
love. And I can promise you, I wont disappoint. Having said that, he set a rhythm with his 
fingers as Anton massaged my swollen bud, both of them driving me to the edge of an 
exquisite orgasm, then pulling me back. 

Ne vous arrtez pas, damnez vous, I cursed them. Dont stop, damn you. But they did, 
stroking the sensitive flesh of my thighs, plying their fingers through my bush, tugging at my 
labial lips. I could feel my pussy weeping juice all over the seat. 

Ah, Anton said, and leaned toward Morgan. The DJ returns. Once he gets going, no 
one will hear her cries of pleasure. He looked at me then. And you will cry out, cher. 

Yes, Morgan confirmed. And later tonight, you will scream. 

My two men grinned at each other. I had to wonder what Id gotten myself into with 
two such virile men. 

The DJ started out playing a heavy metal number guaranteed to burst the strongest 
eardrums. With the first guitar licks, Anton and Morgan began the work of tuning me up. 
Anton went back to work on my clit while Morgan played with my pussy. His index and 
middle fingers pumped into me while his ring finger stroked the sensitive flesh around my 
ass. I couldnt help it, I began to moan. 


Both men leaned forward as though having a conversation between themselves. In 
actuality, they were telling me what they intended to do to me when they got me home. 

Have you ever had two men eat your pussy at the same time, ma petite? Morgan 
asked. I should very much like to share that experience with the both of you. Anton takes 
one side and I the other. We take turns licking that beautiful rosebud. 

This one, you mean? Anton asked, then pressed hard against my clit. I moaned 
loudly. 

The very one, mon ami. Then, one moves down to fuck you with his tongue, maybe 
slip a finger in your tight little ass. So, your clit swells like a ripe berry while another mouth, 
nibbles and sucks all around your pussy. I think she will like that, dont you, Anton? 

She will love that. At my audible moan, Anton applied more friction to my clit. I 
believe shes ready, Morgan. 

Ah, yes. He stiffened his fingers and began to work them in and out of my cunt. 

Frankly, I was surprised there wasnt smoke coming out of my ears. My hands moved 
restlessly, rubbing and squeezing each engorged cock pressing against the confining denim 
both men wore. 

Dont make a sound, Morgan told me. Not a peep, cher. Wouldnt want to ruin your 
reputation. 

Mmmm, I moaned, wishing I could reach up and drag someones face down for a kiss. 

Thats my girl, Anton praised me. Come on, now. Give it to us or Ill have to throw 
you over this table and take you from behind. 

That did it. I clenched my teeth and grunted as my pussy began to pulse around 
Morgans fingers. When he shoved his ring finger deeper into my ass, I yelped, Oh! 
Thankfully, the music was playing loudly enough that no one heard me. 

Thank goodness it was several minutes later before Fabiene and Celine joined us. 


Chapter Four 

 

When Fabiene Robichaud and his girlfriend, Celine Moreau arrived, Anton rose to 
greet them. Fabiene was as tall and dark as Anton, his French ancestry evident in his manner 
as well as his look. Anton grasped his hand. Mon ami, it has been far too long since weve 
seen one another. He leaned down and placed kisses on both of Celines cheeks. Some of his 
Parisian habits would never die and locals found the double kiss quaint. He gestured for 
Celine to sit next to Lillith, then waited for Fabiene to take a seat beside her. You remember 
Morgan Michaud? 

Fabiene cocked his head. Indeed, he said, dryly. Morgan, how are you? 

Once again Morgan shrugged nonchalantly. I am well. 

Drinks were ordered all around. From the look of things, They were going to behave 
themselves and leave the past in the past. Which was fortunate for Morgan because Fabiene 
was a powerful witch and a member of the NOPD. Life could become very uncomfortable for 
anyone crossing Fabiene Robichaud. 

With the drinks delivered and small talk dispensed with, we got down to the business 
at hand. 


We asked you to come here because we have an idea about the rapes occurring on the 
Westside, Anton began. Then Morgan presented us with a theory we had not considered. 
We believe the Westside Rapist is an incubus and that he is raping these women in the hopes 
of impregnating them. 

To what end? Celine chimed in. She was newly immortal, an adorable, brunette slip 
of a girl, and required instruction, which I was more than happy to provide. 

To create what are called Crossbreeds, darling. Many supernatural creatures can take 
human form and impregnate fertile human women. In the case of an incubus, the progeny 
would possess both demon and human qualities. A powerful crossbreed made both Anton 
and Morgan, which is why they are able to eat human food and move around in the light. 

What kind of crossbreed? Celine asked. Are there so many? 

More than you might think, Celine. The creature who created Anton and Morgan is 
the worst kind -- his father was a powerful warlock, his mother a vampire. A very evil 
vampire who allowed herself to be lured into darkness. When the two mated, their offspring 
were gifted with an awful power. Crossbreeds are especially dangerous because they are 
essentially a mix of the entities that spawned them. If we are indeed dealing with an incubus 
he will possess the power of a demon along with the intellect and self-control of a human. If 
this monster impregnates strong, healthy, intelligent women, there is no telling what powers 
his offspring will possess. 

Ah. She turned to Morgan. And your theory on this, Morgan? 

Morgan leaned forward, avoiding her eyes, to speak directly to Fabiene. The women, 
is there anything special about them? 

Such as? Fabiene asked. 

What happened to them during Katrina? Did they have the means to evacuate and live 
comfortably while they were away? Or did they stay and do what it took to survive? 


We watched as he considered the question. This last one came from old Louisiana 
money. Bachelors from Tulane, Masters from Stanford. Computer Software Engineering 
degrees. Very intelligent. And get this -- she was a virgin. Saw the evidence on the sheets 
myself. Poor girl was devastated. 

We must watch her closely, Fabiene, Anton said. No child must be allowed to come 
from this unholy union. And the other victims? 

All had the means to leave or the stamina to survive. Youre serious, you think thats 
whats going on here? Selective breeding? 

I leaned forward and ticked off the evidence on my fingertips. One, there is no visible 
means of entrance into the home. Two, the women awake from a dream while hes fucking 
them. Three, they have extremely intense orgasms. Four, the assailant deposits copious 
amounts of semen into them. Five, the semen burns. I believe it is hot in order to facilitate 
the egg attaching to the uterine wall. Perhaps it prepares the lining of the uterus in some 
manner or another. Wealthy means healthy and surviving the storm shows the ability to 
adapt. I believe Morgan is right. Having spoken my piece, I sat back and listened. 

In the end, it was decided that Robichaud would do background checks on all of the 
rapists victims. He would also provide the three of us with their names and addresses so we 
could pay them visits while they slept and check for any signs of impregnation. Should that 
occur, we would terminate the pregnancies while the victims slept. Saying our goodbyes, I 
clamped my lips together to keep from laughing when Celine reached over and squeezed 
Morgans cock. 

Tell me you saw that! Morgan exclaimed as we exited the club. 

I snorted, laughing. I did see it. I turned to Anton to explain. Celine grabbed 
Morgans cock instead of shaking his hand. 

Anton burst out laughing, much to Morgans chagrin. 


Its well enough for you to laugh, Morgan complained. He didnt try to take off your 
head. I told you the wench came on to me. 

Anton and I doubled over with laughter. You are just too pretty for your own good, 
Morgan, I told him. Now stop your complaining and come along. I want to stop at the cafe 
before we go home. 

Anton wagged his eyebrows at me. Better have a beignet too, ma petite. Youre going 
to need your energy. 

Really. You think I cant handle you two pups? Remember, Im ever so much older 
than both of you. 

Yes, you are, and very well preserved, I might add. This earned him a playful slap on 
the arm. You see how she treats me, Morgan? He grabbed me and pulled me full against 
him, his hands grabbing my ass. What you fail to reveal when you brag about your great 
age, my darling, is that you were a virgin when I first took you. 

Morgan barked a laugh. I believe you two are the most fun couple I know. Come 
along, Im ready for a caf au lait and a beignet. I smiled and gave him a wink. He was too 
much the gentleman to say what else he was ready for, at least in such a public place as 
Jackson Square. 

We ordered our coffee to go and strolled up St. Anne Street to Chartres. We chatted as 
we nibbled our sugary treats and sipped the rich caf au lait, eventually turning up Pirate 
Alley toward Royal. 

So how is work coming on the old building? Morgan asked. 

Slow, as you will see momentarily, non? But I have a marvelous contractor and he is 
staying true to the history of the building. 

Well, thats something, at least. And have you decided on tenants or not? 

I shuddered at the prospect. No tenants, mon ami. I like my privacy. 

Still, all that space for one person. Will you have shops on the ground floor? 


Non. That would defeat the purpose, and I dont need the income. Why all the 
questions, darling? Do you need a place to live? 

Not really. I just find myself at loose ends since He shrugged and smiled. I thought 
it would be nice to be near friends. 

I looked at Anton and he shrugged as well. It seemed there was an epidemic of 
conversation through body language. Morgan was lonely and Anton would not object if I 
chose to rent to him. 

Perhaps we could work something out. Let me talk to my contractor. I placed my 
hand on his cheek. The idea has merit, especially in light of what is happening in the city. 

Of course. I would not wish to intrude on your privacy, naturally. 

Naturally. We turned the corner and let ourselves in through the locked courtyard 
gate. Here we are, darlings. Allow me a moment to refresh myself? I hurried up the stairs 
ahead of them. 

When I walked out of the bathroom, nude, Morgan smiled appreciatively. Gentlemen, 
I thought you would have disrobed by now. I walked slowly to Anton and squeezed his 
cock through his clothes. Release the beast, cher. Behind me, I heard Morgan chuckle and 
the sounds of clothes dropping to the floor. I kissed Anton, deeply, conveying my love for 
him, and turned to Morgan. 

I never had carnal thoughts about other men. Anton was all I needed, would ever need, 
in a partner, but I confess the moment I saw Morgan sans clothes, my pulse raced. He was a 
splendid specimen. Tall, like Anton, but with a heavier build that was all muscle. His 
shoulders were broad and strong, his arms honed from hours with weights. An artist could 
have sculpted his lightly furred chest. He was thicker through the waist and hips than 
Anton, but that had more to do with his general build than any accumulation of excess body 
fat. His cock was long and thick, extending nearly to his navel when fully erect, as it was 


now. I took my time studying his form, nodding my appreciation. How beautiful you are, 
Morgan, I told him as I ran my hands across his chest. And very well made, indeed. 

Anton stepped up behind me, positioning me in front of the mirrored bathroom door. 
His hands moved around me to cup my full breasts, lifting them in offering to Morgan. His 
lips traced the line of my shoulder, moved to nibble at the crook of my neck, then up to nip 
at my ear. Watch, cher. His voice was soft, seductive, and as thick with desire as his cock 
pressing against my ass. 

I watched, hypnotized with fascination as Morgan knelt before me and started suckling 
at my breasts. His hands were free to roam my body while Anton held my breasts for him, 
and roam they did, stroking my belly, my hips, moving to caress my legs, easing them apart. 
He lifted one trim leg and placed it over his shoulder, and began to tease the skin of my inner 
thigh with his soft tongue. He avoided my pussy at all cost, eliciting a frustrated groan from 
me. He chuckled. 

So anxious. He looked up at Anton. We promised her two men eating her pussy, my 
friend. We must not go back on our word. He lowered my foot to the plush Aubusson 
carpet, pulling me close, resting his cheek on my belly. 

My eyes met Antons in the mirror and he grinned. I know just the thing. He crossed 
the room in a trice and returned with the Esse lounge and a scoop-shaped pillow, positioning 
them in front of the mirror. For your comfort and viewing pleasure, Madame. Ah, he was 
pulling out all the stops and using the sex furniture we had purchased on our last trip to 
Atlanta. He placed the scoop in the center of the curved chaise and positioned me so that my 
ass rested atop the higher end of the S-shaped lounge. 

I heard Morgan gasp when Anton pulled out the tethered cuffs and wrapped them 
around my ankles. He handed Morgan the wrist cuffs. Put these on her and attach them to 
the sides of the chaise. We dont want her wiggling around and distracting us, do we mon 
ami? 


Morgans voice cracked. But of course not. He attached the cuffs to my wrist, 
effectively securing my arms. How deliciously naughty you two are. I had no idea. I 
laughed softly, watching as he moved to the foot of the chaise. 

Shall we enjoy our feast, my friend? Anton dipped a handmade feather duster into a 
tin of honey-dust body powder hed retrieved from the bedside table and lightly dispersed 
the silky-smooth concoction from my feet to my spread out thighs. He lifted my foot to his 
mouth and licked the instep before suckling my toes. Morgan watched for a moment, 
savoring my trembling reaction, and then began to feed on my other foot. 

How can I describe what I was feeling? Two hot, questing mouths, nibbled at my feet, 
spread me wider and began their slow, methodical jaunt to the delta between my thighs. 
Both were making greedy, sucking sounds which created a river of heated juices to flow from 
my very core. They hauled my ass to the edge of the chaise and raised my legs to position my 
feet just so. Anton placed a wedge shaped pillow beneath my shoulders to raise my upper 
body, allowing me to watch in the mirror. Then he opened a bottle of body oil and smiled 
seductively. Cinnamon chocolate flavor. He drizzled a small amount on his fingers and 
spread it around my swollen lips and anus. Morgan followed suit, massaging the spicy-sweet 
oil over my clit and into my cunt. Immediately, the tender flesh began to heat and I moaned. 

Oh, yes My gentle pleas spurred them to action. I watched as Anton inserted an oil-
slicked finger into my anus, working it deep into that narrow tunnel. I sighed again and 
murmured, More. 

Anton reached for Morgans hand. The lady wants more. Morgan licked his lips and 
slid his finger into my ass next to Antons. 

Yes, I sighed. Oh, my beautiful lovers. I gave myself up to the feel of their fingers 
working in unison, stretching me, fucking my sensitive anus as the cinnamon heated every 
inch of flesh between my legs. 


Two tongues, silky soft, began their exploration of my burning pussy. Mouths opened 
to suckle my labial lips, pulling the folds inside. Their free hands opened me and they licked 
the soft inner flesh, beginning at the point where my ass was being so sweetly tended and 
moving leisurely upward. My clit was trapped in a tongue vice as each took one side and 
pressed against it, moving in concert. I made no attempt to hide my cries of rapture as their 
fingers pumped my ass and their mouths ravaged my pussy. 

I could feel my body preparing for a shattering orgasm. It was as if my pussy was 
swelling to twice its size. I could almost feel the very lifes blood of my body rushing to my 
cunt. The heat. Oh, the glorious heat. It radiated from deep in my belly outward. 

Oh, blessed mother! My hips jerked and tossed so that my men had to hold me in 
place lest I dislodge their thrusting fingers. My back arched and I rose off the cushion as far 
as the restraints would allow. Oh, my Goddess! I screamed. My entire body stiffened, 
paralyzed for a moment, then shuddered and shook as I came in an explosion of cream that 
was quickly lapped up by my two lovers. 

Uncuff me now! I demanded. Anton hurried to do my bidding and when he released 
my wrists, I pulled him to me for a passionate kiss. I rolled onto my stomach and patted the 
scoop in front of me. I want your cock in my mouth, I told Anton. I want you to fuck my 
mouth until you come. I was in the perfect position for Morgan to take me from behind. I 
need you inside me, Morgan. 

My pleasure, Madame. Shall I coat myself with this oil and make you burn for my 
cock? 

I laughed softly. Do that, darling, then hand it to me. I believe Antons could use a 
little heat, too. 

I poured the cinnamon-chocolate body oil in my palms and rubbed them together 
before grasping Antons cock in one hand and his balls in the other. He groaned as I worked 
the oil into his flesh. Fuck her, Morgan. I want to see you slide into her. 


I felt the head of Morgans cock penetrate the folds of my pussy and lowered my mouth 
to Antons. When Anton cried, Now! my pussy and mouth were breached at the same time. 

Hard, Morgan, I commanded, then went back to Antons twitching cock. 

Morgan was large and my cunt stretched to accommodate his size. Oh, lord, the feel of 
him plunging deep into me, then retreating and slamming into me again. I wouldnt last 
long, could already feel myself building to a climax. I increased the suction on Antons cock 
and gently squeezed his sac, urging him closer to the edge. Both men mumbled to me -- yes, 
cher, suck it, suck it hard. And, Oh, your pussys so tight. Do you want it harder, cher? I 
was too polite to talk with my mouth full, so I moved my hips hard against Morgan even as I 
took Anton deep into my throat. With a husky cry, Anton came, thrusting himself against 
me as he spilled his seed. I raised my head as my own orgasm overtook me. My cunt 
clenched around Morgans huge cock and he began to shout, plunging into me hard and fast 
as he shot his load deep inside me. He grabbed my hips and slammed into to me one final 
time. Ah, yeah, fuck thats good! He slumped across my back wrapping his arms around 
both Anton and me. Thank you, my friends, he whispered. 

Come shower with me, my loves, I said, drowsily. As much as I need sleep, I need a 
shower more. 

Anton rose and padded to the bathroom, turning on the shower, as I gave Morgan a 
shove to get him moving. We took turns washing one another but, sexually sated, made 
quick work of the task. 

As dawn approached, Anton closed and shuttered the windows, drawing the heavy 
velvet drapes across them to plunge the room into darkness. Murmuring words of love and 
affection, we spooned around each other and slept. 


Chapter Five 

 

I woke in the twilight to find my leg thrown over Morgans hip, his cock buried to the 
hilt inside me as Anton maneuvered his hips beneath my backside and penetrated my ass. 
Their legs entwined and held me firmly in place. Anton grasped my breast, rolling the 
nipples between his fingers and they both began to move, thrusting into me slowly, teasing 
me fully awake with fingers and mouths. 

Good evening, cher, they said in unison. Anton traced light kisses across my back as 
Morgan thrust his tongue into my mouth, kissing me passionately. 

Gentlemen, I gasped when he broke the kiss. Oh, blessed mother! Faster! 

Non, greedy girl, Anton purred, caressing my ass. Slow and easy does it. 

They alternated their movement so when Anton withdrew, Morgan sank in deep, 
heightening the feeling to a degree I hadnt known existed. Morgan wedged a hand between 
my legs and lazily circled my clit with his middle finger, pressing, flicking, and generally 
stimulating the sensitive bud until I was a quivering mass of nerve endings. I begged them to 
finish me, but they refused, whispering sweet words of love, telling me how they would fuck 
me slowly, gently, completely, until I was on the verge of screaming their names, only then 
would they give me what I needed. 


I pressed my face against Morgans chest, teased his skin with my tongue, nibbling and 
tugging until he reached for my chin and pulled my mouth to his. His kiss was very different 
than Antons. Morgan was rough, demanding, his kisses made my lips swell. Antons lips 
teased the sensitive skin on my back until I shivered. I was mumbling gibberish now, as my 
body twitched and jerked. Finally, blissfully, they increased their pace, their movements 
back in time once again. Penetrated, front and back, and unable to move of my own volition, 
they continued to pound into me. Fuck me, Anton! Give it to me, Morgan! At last, blessed 
relief took me, hurled me over the edge. Come with me, my darlings! They tumbled with 
me mere seconds later. 

We lay in a sweaty heap in the middle of the bed as our breathing returned to normal. 
Im hungry, I told my two men. 

Morgan chuckled. One can only imagine, ma petite. Shall I call for a delivery or do 
you want to go out. 

I want to shower and then go out. I sense something is afoot this night. We must be 
alert. Will you join us, Morgan, and help us ease the suffering? 

Certainement, ma petite. 

* * * * * 

The faces of the patrons at Caf Du Monde said it all. Something was amiss. 

What happened? Anton asked as the waiter brought our order. 

Theres a fire at the sugar refinery out in Gallatin, the waiter answered. It just came 
on the news. No one knows how bad, but there are hundreds of workers on duty. 

How terrible. Anton pulled his American Express card from his wallet and handed it 
to the waiter. Tell Giles to have coffee and beignets delivered to the fire and rescue squads 
as long as needed. And to the workers and their families that gather there as well. The 
waiter nodded and hurried back to the kitchen. He returned moments later with a message 


that preparations were underway. He handed Anton his card. Giles says to pay him 
tomorrow when you come for breakfast. 

Morgan raised an eyebrow and looked at Anton. For the entire fire and rescue squad, 
plus workers and families? Are you running for mayor, mon ami? 

I gave Morgan a quelling look. He seeks no personal gain from his generosity, Morgan. 
You of all people should know that. Every time there is a disaster, he does this. 

Morgan had the good grace to look ashamed. I meant no offense, cher. It was but a 
joke. 

I smiled and touched his cheek. I know. I suppose I am overly defensive when it 
comes to Anton. Forgive me, darling. I tapped his cup with my index finger. Finish your 
coffee, we must help the suffering. 

We drained our cups and left our usual tip before departing. The streets were 
uncommonly quiet as we made our way westward through the Quarter. Shape changing 
came easy to Anton and Morgan, a simple thought and it was done. I, on the other hand, had 
to offer up a prayer to The Divine One. 

Mother, hear my prayer! Let the winds of change raise up this body to do your will. 
Let the air that is your breath carry me to those in need this night. Bathe me in your radiant 
light that those who suffer may know your mercy. 

Having spoken the words, I bent at the waist and ran my hands up my body from the 
tips of my toes to the top of my head, ending with arms extended above my head, palms 
together. White, hot light filled the air as the Divine One answered my prayer. Change 
achieved, we took flight, and headed to the sugar refinery. Anyone looking at the sky that 
night would see two pitch black ravens flying in the company of a white dove. 

The glow in the distance was visible from miles away. We landed in the parking lot 
behind the guard shack and materialized again. My protective shield would prevent anyone 


from seeing us enter the inferno, as well as protect my companions. I gathered them to me, 
offered a prayer to the Goddess for our protection and aid to the suffering. 

Youre kidding me, Morgan protested. You expect us to walk into that hellhole? 

The fire will not harm you, I assured him as we approached the main building. 
Watch Anton; do as he does. I took his hand and pulled him inside. 

The building was thick with acrid smoke and dark as the pits of Hell. None of this 
hampered us as we passed through the flames in search of living victims. 

There! I called to Anton and Morgan. Under those beams. We hurried to the 
injured workers and I scanned them to determine the extent of their injuries. They are 
beyond help. I kneeled down beside the men, placing my hands on their heads. 

Are you an angel? one asked, reaching toward me. I am your angel, cher, here to 
ease your suffering. The man gave me a frightened look. Ive done things; Im afraid to die. 

I smiled. Fear not. Do you regret your sins? 

Yes. 

Do you ask your God for forgiveness? 

Yes. 

I held my hand out to Anton. He is ready, my love. 

Anton lifted the mans badly burned body and cradled him, placing him in a thrall. 
Sleep now, friend. Your earthly woes are done. The man turned his head, offering his neck. 
Antons canines elongated into needle-like fangs that he plunged into the mans carotid 
artery. I took the mans last breath into my body, one of many I would collect for Her this 
night. 

Morgan watched as Anton and I moved amongst the dying, staying close so I could be 
there to take each workers final breath into my body. As he became comfortable with the 
task, he ventured deeper into the factory, carrying the victims to me. The worst were those 


near the boilers. Morgan carried one such man to me. You should hear what he has to say 
before you free him, ma petite. I have placed him in a thrall so he does not feel the pain. 

What is your name, brother? I asked. 

Metisse. Etienne Metisse. I was the maintenance foreman in the boiler house. 

Can you tell me what happened here? 

Oui, lady. The main boiler, she is old, non? We have patched her more times than I 
can remember. I got records at home to show. The company, she aint gon spend the money 
for a new boiler. They killed us all, cher. You make them pay, eh? 

I had a decision to make. Allow Anton to turn him so the victims of this disaster would 
receive justice, or allow him to depart this earth. For me, the decision was clear. Would the 
Divine One agree? I prayed for guidance. Anton, come and turn him. He has work yet to 
do. 

Anton rushed to my side. He is badly burned, cher. Are you sure? Can you heal him? 

She will allow it. He has proof the fire was caused because of negligence. 

He did not hesitate a moment longer but lowered his head and drank. Just before 
Etienne Metisse took his last breath, Anton opened a vein and let his blood drip into the 
young mans mouth. A gasp of air filled his lungs and his eyes flew open. He latched onto 
Antons wrist and fed like a greedy pup. 

The newly made vamp did not want to give up his first taste of blood, but I placed my 
hand on his head and he released Anton. I held out my own wrist and allowed him to feed 
on my healing blood, though some of the scarring would always be with him. The impact of 
his accusations against the company would not stand if it appeared this young foreman left 
his men to be ravaged by the flames. He was Cajun, after all, and the bonds in that 
community ran deep, he would never have left them. Cessez, dbutant, I scolded gently. 
Anton smiled. Cease, fledgling. Id spoken the same words to him when I claimed him for my 
own. Morgan will show you the way out. Tell the papers, tell the news channels. These 


deaths must be avenged. You will have no memory of us, Etienne, but we will find you 
before the next night falls. 

As Etienne Metisse staggered after Morgan, Anton and I continued our gruesome work. 
Burning was a horrible way to die and we left no stone unturned searching for survivors. 
Those who died before our arrival would eventually make their way to The Divine One, and 
those who could live without hideous pain were taken to safer areas of the plant where 
rescue workers would find them. Morgan carried the broken bodies to me with the same 
tenderness he had shown while making love to me. It warmed my heart to know Morgan 
would receive redemption one day in return for his service to Her, for he had the taste for it 
now. 

We worked for hours, easing the pain of the suffering, and collecting the souls of those 
who would not live. Only those near death could see us, and to them, we were angels. As 
dawn approached, we had ministered to all those in need of our assistance, and walked from 
the building bone weary. Catering trucks lined one edge of the parking lot pouring coffee 
and serving hot beignets to exhausted firefighters and paramedics. Makeshift triage tents 
were set up to treat the victims of the fire and a temporary morgue stood in stark relief across 
the lot. We wandered out of sight and I knelt in prayer, summoning my mistress to retrieve 
her charges. As if from a dream, I heard someone gasp when the Goddess appeared, reaching 
into my chest to claim her souls. I slumped into Antons arms, sighing as he comforted me. I 
took a moment to recover before we changed again, and flew back to our home on Royal 
Street. I immediately filled the extra large spa tub with hot water and we all three climbed 
in, sighing as the jets eased the tension from our bodies. 

Blessed Goddess, Im tired, I said, climbing out of the tub. I wrapped myself in a 
luxurious bath sheet, and handed one to each of my men. See you in dreamland. I kissed 
each one and practically dragged myself to the bed. They quickly joined me. Wrapped snugly 
in the center of my own man-sandwich, sleep took me immediately. 


I dreamed I walked beside an expansive river lined in rich green grass. Danu walked 
along side me, praising me for the work we had done, ready to accept Morgan as a full 
supplicant if he chose to seek redemption. 


Chapter Six 

 

We had breakfast at Cafe Beignet, another favorite haunt when we were in the mood 
for a more substantial morning meal. I ordered the Cajun hash browns, a savory concoction 
of andouille sausage, potatoes, bell pepper, and red onions, which was served with a generous 
portion of scrambled eggs and French bread. Anton ordered the omelet souffl with grits, 
and Morgan indulged in their amazing Cajun style French Toast. Between our bouts of sexual 
acrobatics and the exhausting work at the sugar refinery, our bodies required substantial 
nourishment, although Anton and Morgan suffered less due to the intake of fresh blood 
theyd consumed the previous evening. 

After breakfast, Morgan and I walked with Anton to Caf Du Monde, where he 
dutifully paid for his generosity. He signed the bill with a flourish then leaned down to give 
me a kiss. 

I must be off, he told me. The accounting ledgers wait for no man. He clasped 
Morgans shoulder. Take care of my woman, mon ami, and listen to what she tells you. 

Morgan gave me a quizzical look, but nodded to Anton. Certainment, mon ami. We 
took our seats at the cafe, huddled together with the newspaper as we sipped our coffee. 


The news was all about the fire and accusations of negligence against Gallatin Sugar 
Company. The Times-Picayune interviewed Etienne Metisse. He did a marvelous job backing 
up his claims. His petite wife turned over copies of the paperwork Etienne had generated in 
the hopes of obtaining a new boiler for the refinery. The newspaper printed copies. Etienne, 
himself, was in serious but stable condition. The quote from the doctors said it was a miracle 
the man survived the flames. 

I squeezed Morgans hand. Good job, darling. Finding Etienne will make a difference 
in the lives of those workers and their families. Youre responsible for that, you know. Danu 
would reward you for your service, should you choose to accept it. 

Morgan cocked his head. Ah, so this is what Anton meant when he advised me to 
listen to you. He chuckled. So, I am listening, ma petite. What does the Goddess wish of 
me? 

I folded the paper and laid it on the table. She would have you join us, of course. 

And become a do-gooder like you and Anton? He gave me a mock shudder, then 
laughed when I scowled at him. Where is your sense of humor, ma petite? 

I folded my arm across my chest. I do not joke when it comes to offering salvation to 
those whom I love. He stared at me intently and I knew I had his attention. 

And what does this salvation entail, ma petite? 

The chance to become human again, to grow old and die, to be welcomed into Danus 
embrace when the end comes. 

Even as he laughed, I could see the pulse throbbing in his neck. And why would I 
wish to die, ma petite, when this world is so infinitely interesting? 

It was my turn to laugh. Would you not like to have the chance to marry, have 
children, live as you were born to live? You have never taken an innocent life, not in all your 
hundreds of years.  

Morgan paled. Such a thing is possible? She can do that? 


Of course. 

And why would she offer this to me? I have done none of the things you and Anton 
have done. 

I nodded. It was a fair question. She has ever watched you, Morgan. You have been in 
her service though you may not recognize it. Did I not see you on the same battlefields as I? 
Do you not restrict your feeding to those with less than stellar character? 

He shrugged. I was not an evil man when Raphiel made me. I saw no reason to 
become one when he turned me. Immortality requires a certain degree of restraint. 

I cupped his cheek with my hand. As She is more than aware. You were not 
compelled to behave honorably, yet you have. Danu would reward such behavior. 

Morgan smiled as I released his stubbled cheek. You know I would join you without 
being rewarded. 

Yes. 

Then I accept. What must I do? 

I sighed, overjoyed he had accepted. Take the fledgling under your wing. Teach him 
the way. As soon as he is ready, She will make the two of you soul collectors. 

Morgan reached for his cup and took a sip. Overworked, are you? 

I laughed. You might say that. 

* * * * * 

Darkness fell by the time the three of us ghosted into West Jefferson Medical Center. 
Among the three of us, we were able to shield ourselves from the staff. All they could feel 
when we passed by was a slight disturbance of air. 

Ever the jokester, Morgan pranced down the hall behind a pretty young nurse, 
grabbing her ass then doubling over with laughter when she uttered a startled yelp. When 
she turned to see who had goosed her, she saw no one, prompting yet another guffaw. 


I rolled my eyes and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him down the hall. Really, you 
are so juvenile its hard to believe youve been around over a millennium. 

Morgan dutifully followed in my wake, but looked over his shoulder at Anton. How 
do you stand it when she gets all sanctimonious like this? 

Anton snorted. This is nothing, mon ami. Wait until you really fuck up. 

Danu save me, I rolled my eyes again. 

Etienne Metisses room was bathed in the glow of the flickering television, but he 
looked up when we walked inside. He was wrapped in bandages to protect his burns. 

Who are you? he asked. You have to be sterile to come in here. The nurses say so. 

I walked to the edge of his bed and smiled down at him. My name is Lillith. I 
gestured to my companions. This gentleman is my mate, Anton. The blond man is Morgan, 
and he will be your guide for your upcoming journey, should you choose to participate. 

He looked at me suspiciously. You see me covered in bandages, eh? Where do you 
think I am going? 

I briefly placed my hand on his forehead. You may remember now, Etienne. 

He closed his eyes for a heartbeat, then opened them to study the three of us intently. 
He pointed at Morgan. You carried me from the boiler room. He looked at Anton and me. 
You drained me, and you, lady, healed me. 

Yes, I said softly. Do you know what you are, Etienne? 

His voice quavered. You have damned me, lady! You have all damned me! The undead 
will never see heaven! 

I moved to sit on the foot of his bed and gave him a gentle smile. No, Etienne, you are 
far from damned. You were saved from the fires to right the wrongs that caused so many to 
die. Because you were meant to die in the conflagration, The Divine One offers you a choice. 
You may follow your destiny and seek death from your injuries, or you may become one of 
us. 


He was frightened. He watched as his nurse entered the room to change his IV bag, 
never noticing us as she performed her task and departed. 

What are you if not some kind of voodoo demons? 

Anton and Morgan, as you know, are vampires. But they are unique amongst those 
creatures, chosen by the Goddess Danu to assist me in my work. I am a soul collector. My 
task is to collect the souls of the dying and return them to Her. 

Tears rolled down his face, soaking into the bandages. Then you have come to kill 
me? 

I reached for his hand. Only if that is your choice, Etienne. Either of my companions 
can release you, and I will deliver your soul to Danu. Or, you can choose to take the next 
step, become immortal, and serve the Goddess as a soul collector. 

The alarms on the machines monitoring him began to sound and I silenced them with a 
wave of my hand. But my wife, my family. How can I live without them? How do I sleep in 
a coffin and feed on blood? 

Morgan stepped forward and I moved away. We are not those kinds of vampires, mon 
ami. Anton and I can walk in the light, though at times we must wear dark glasses. We eat as 
normal humans do, sleep in regular beds. We have sex. He leaned down and smiled. 

We do not feed on the innocent, and we only take the lives of the truly evil or those 
destined to die lingering, painful deaths. 

At last, the light of understanding lit Etiennes face. So, you took them before the 
flames could consume them? 

Yes, Morgan confirmed. And Lillith gave them one last kiss, taking their souls as 
they left their bodies, delivering them to Danu. 

Will you join us? I asked. 

Etienne struggled with the idea for another long moment, and then nodded. But what 
of my family? My wife, my children? 


 You must feed, cher. I stepped closer to him and offered my wrist. Come, my blood 
will heal your scars, fledgling. 

He gave me a look of longing, mixed with revulsion. Surprise registered on his face 
when he opened his mouth and his canines extended. His bandaged hands reached for my 
wrist and brought it to his mouth. Sharp fangs pierced my flesh and he began to feed. 

When he was done, I leaned down and kissed his peeling lips. The healing has begun, 
Etienne. I looked at Morgan and bade him take my place at the head of the bed. Morgan 
will instruct you and answer your questions. As for your family, you will have the power to 
shield them from what you are, if that is your choice. No one will notice that you do not 
grow old. Should you choose to tell them, you must be prepared to deal with the 
consequences. Some families are able to adjust, others cannot. In time, Danu will release you 
from her service, returning you to your mortal form. 

Etienne nodded, unable to take his eyes from me. You are real, lady? This is really 
happening? 

Yes, Etienne, I am real. We are all real. 


Chapter Seven 

 

With Morgans time being taken up by his responsibilities to Etienne, Anton and I 
were able to get back to our familiar routine. Newspaper headlines continued to blast the 
New Orleans Police Department for its inability to capture the Westside Rapist. Five more 
attacks had occurred while wed dealt with the fire and the aftermath of Etiennes turning. 

We sat at our usual table at Caf Du Monde, sipping our coffee and reading news 
coverage of the rapes. Three of the five lived in the Garden District. All were wealthy, 
educated, and healthy. As far as the last two victims were concerned, police downplayed any 
connection to the serial rapes. Those poor women had been found raped and murdered, their 
throats torn out. 

My hands shook as I read the story of the murders and, as lead detective, Fabienes 
denials that the perpetrator was the same monstrous predator. 

Their throats torn out, I said, barely able to speak above a whisper. Has someone 
gone over to the dark side? 

Anton shook his head, opened his cell and immediately called Morgan. A brief 
conversation assured us that all was well with Morgans charge. 

Try Fabiene again, I urged. 


He will not call, cher, Anton said softly. He hasnt responded once since these last 
attacks. 

Celine? 

He closed his phone. Also, will not return her calls. 

Surely you dont think Celine had anything to do with these murders. I desperately 
wanted Anton to deny any thought that the newly made immortal could be responsible. 

I dont know, cher. She is very young and the young ones turn easiest to darkness. It 
worries me that neither she nor Fabiene will return my calls. He pushed back his chair and 
rose with a sigh. I grow weary of this life, Lillith. I only wish She would release us so we 
could spend the rest of our time on a beautiful beach somewhere. Im tired of the bitter taste 
of blood. I want to sip a fruity rum drink and make love to you in the sunshine. 

He pulled out my chair then wrapped his arms around me. Melancholy was not a 
normal state for my lover, and I was moved to tears. I pressed my body tightly against him 
and murmured words of love. 

Take me home, Anton. Make love to me. 

He smiled and set me away from him. With his thumbs, he wiped away my tears then 
pulled my face to his for a kiss. His tongue parted my lips, dipping in to gently explore my 
mouth. It was a long, slow kiss that reached depths in me long forgotten. 

Id been fourteen years old when Danu took me. There had been no time for a young 
girls yearning for love. No stolen kisses in the moonlight behind the backs of my parents. No 
dreams of babies held in my arms. Instead, Id endured years of loneliness, a lifetime 
drenched in the blood and pain of humans who had long since stopped believing in anything 
but their own selfish desires. I, too, was tired, I realized. We separated and he took me by the 
hand, leading me home. 

Neither of us spoke as we strolled through the Quarter. I was remembering the first 
time I laid eyes on Anton. He was being held in the steely grasp of the vampire, Raphiel. The 


evil creature had torn the clothes from Antons body, viciously penetrating him with his 
cock and his canines. It had been Antons cries of agony that had drawn me to Cathedral 
Notre Dame de Paris. I had taken to haunting the cathedrals and churches of Paris in the 
hopes of finding Raphiel, for Id had it on good authority that he took perverse delight in 
feeding on the faithful. Such proved to be the case that night. Had I been a moment later in 
my arrival, Anton would have been lost to me. 

Cessez, vous petite morveux de lobscurite! Cease whelp of darkness. 

Raphiel released his hold on his victim, gave him a shove and watched impassively as 
the man fell to the ground. 

I do not care for the taste of women, wench, Raphiel had growled in poorly spoken 
French. But since you see fit to interrupt my meal, I will make an exception. 

His movements were lightening fast and he had me in his grip before I could respond. 
Fortunately, for me, the monster had no inkling of the powers I wielded. He was surprised 
when I went into his arms willingly, wrapping him in my embrace. I closed my eyes, uttered 
my makers name, and my body was instantly enveloped in white-hot light. 

Raphiel screamed in agony, trying to escape my clutches, but already his body was 
melting into mine. As he opened his mouth to scream for the last time, I inhaled, taking his 
dark spirit into my body. I fell to the ground, writhing in pain. 

His blackness tore at my own soul as Raphiel struggled to stay within me. His fear of 
The Divine One was palpable. I remember my own agony as Danu reached into my chest to 
retrieve this coveted prize. 

How he had managed it, Ill never know, but an almost mortally wounded Anton had 
crawled to my side in an attempt to save me. His breath gurgled in his chest as he held me. 
Fille idiote, qu'avez-vous fait? he whispered. Foolish girl, what have you done? Tears 
spilled from his eyes as my body convulsed. Raphiel did not go quietly into Her hands, but in 
his own suffering, Antons tried to soothe mine. 


I looked at him, awed by the fact that he would offer me comfort when he was dying. 
His beautiful face was as pale as the moon, and blood continued to gush from his wound. 
Hear me, Mother! I cried. I choose this man for a mate! 

So be it, came the response from above. Heal him, soul collector and he will be 
yours. 

I thrust my wrist against his lips and implored him to feed. My blood could not reverse 
the curse Raphiel foisted on him, but it could cleanse him of the darkness of the creature 
who made him. He resisted, repelled by the idea of drinking human blood. Feed, fledgling 
or you will wake to find yourself a fiend like Raphiel. 

It stung when his fangs sank into my wrist, but I did not pull away. I watched as he fed 
on my healing blood. The skin on his neck closed, knitting together. Cease, fledgling. These 
are the very same words I had spoken to Etienne. He released me, looking at me as though I 
was some kind of monster. There was no other choice for you, sir. Only damnation awaited 
you, though you were a victim of Raphiel. Did you not feed on sanctified blood, you would 
wake to find yourself the same kind of creature as he who made you. Judge me as you will, 
novice, but you are mine now. We must leave this place before we are discovered and they 
burn us as witches. 

The jingle of Antons keys brought me out of my reverie. We were home, the gurgle of 
the courtyard fountain a welcome sound to ears that could still hear the distant cries of the 
past. I didnt realize Id been crying until Anton pulled me close. 

Whats this, cher? He stroked my hair, making shushing noises as though I was a 
baby to be comforted. Why the tears? 

His arms tightened around me as I shuddered. I was remembering that night at Notre 
Dame. Do you not mourn the man you once were? 

He rocked me back and forth. Listen to me, cher. I do not regret a day that has passed 
since you came into my life. 


Yes, but 

Non, there are no buts. If not for you, I would have been no different from Raphiel. I 
would do it all again just for the opportunity to spend eternity in your arms. Surely you 
know this? 

I tipped my head back, searching his eyes for any sign of deception. What I saw shook 
me to the core, for it was the purest love any woman could imagine. 

I love you, I whispered. 

He rested his forehead against mine. And I you, cher. 

Before I could tear up again, he put his cheek next to mine and danced me toward the 
stairs, singing my favorite song, The Way You Look Tonight. He had no voice for singing, 
but to me he sounded like Sinatra, and as we climbed the stairs, I knew that as long as this 
man was by my side, I could take the worst life could throw at me. 

Do you know what I remember about the night we met? Anton asked as we slowly 
undressed. 

What? 

I remember going back to that little cottage on the outskirts of Paris. It smelled of 
wood smoke and herbs. You were so shy, and embarrassed to tell me youd never been with a 
man before. He came up behind me and slid his arms around me, kissing my neck. I was so 
afraid of hurting you, even though I knew you had these amazing abilities. For all I knew, 
you could turn me into a frog if you didnt like the way I made love to you. 

I laughed and turned in his arms, skin to skin. As I recall, I very much liked the way 
you made love to me. 

Yes, you did. He took my face in his hands and pressed a kiss against my lips. I think 
I shall make love to you like that tonight. Gently, thoroughly, and all night long. He kissed 
me again, tugging on my lower lip very gently, before allowing his tongue to brush against 
mine. 


A woman could very easily lose herself in Antons kiss. His lips were soft and full, 
slanting over mine. He tasted the inside of my lips, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, making 
hungry, sighing sounds as he deepened the kiss, his tongue mating with mine. His fingers 
grazed my cheeks and neck, tracing my skin with a whisper-light touch. Every nerve ending 
twanged like a violin string plucked by a master musician. 

Unlike the first time hed made love to me, his touch held no hesitancy. His hands 
drifted down my bare back, caressing me until they came to rest on my ass, cupping me 
tightly against him. Hard and ready, he continued to kiss me until I begged him to make love 
to me. 

Prends Moi. Me faire l'amour. Take me. Make love to me. They were the same words 
Id spoken that first night. 

He lifted me, carrying me to the bed wed shared for so many, many years. He laid me 
in the middle and followed me down to take one of my breasts in his mouth. I sighed as his 
tongue and teeth tormented me, coaxing the nipple to full tumescence. My other breast 
received equal attention from his questing fingers as he stroked the sensitive underside and 
gently kneaded my flesh. I moaned as his mouth and fingers tweaked my nipples, my legs 
falling apart in invitation. 

Anton chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated against my nipple. His hand left 
my breast and traveled to my pussy, fingers combing through the coarse tangle of hair to dip 
into me. 

How lovely and wet you feel, cher, he murmured. I hunger for the taste of you. 

He shifted his body to lay between my open thighs, teasing them farther apart with his 
magical fingers. His light touch drove me mad as he caressed the delicate flesh at my very 
core. His index fingers delved beneath my labial lips, tracing the entire opening before 
sliding each one into my cunt, spreading me. My hips jerked as his tongue penetrated me. He 
lapped at the juices hed set to flowing before he began his foray to my clit. 


Oooh, I cried as he took the sensitive button between his lips. 

Again, his laughter vibrated against me and my back arched, thrusting me against his 
mouth. His fingers left me and moved to give him better access to my clit. Now he began to 
feast. 

Thank God, we had no neighbors for I howled and wailed as Anton laved me with the 
flat of his tongue. I begged him to take me but he merely disciplined my wantonness by 
suckling that swollen bud again, pulling it between his lips to flick with the tip of his tongue. 

When he finally allowed to me to come, I yauped and yawled like a cat in heat. My 
fists pounded the bed and my hips levitated off the mattress, thrusting against his hungry 
mouth as I hollered his name. 

He gave me a moment to calm, and then impaled me. Still sensitized, I came twice 
more as his cock drove into me with slow, steady thrusts calculated to send me screaming 
over the edge. 

My hands grasped his ass, urging him on as my body shuddered. His own release came 
upon him and I whispered to him. 

Hard. Fuck me hard. Come with me. 

He slammed into me twice more, and then he roared in relief as he emptied himself 
inside me. 

As we lay entwined, Anton stroked my shoulder. Have you never wished for children, 
cher? For a big, noisy family to fill up the house? 

I nearly stopped breathing. We had always avoided talk of a family. The sense of 
foreboding that filled me made me shudder in his arms. 

The thought has never been far from my mind, Anton, but what good does it do to 
yearn for that which you may not have? 

His voice, heavy with bitterness, spoke what we had both been thinking. It is not fair 
that weve given up so much and gained so little. Danu is a harsh mistress. 


I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder. Perhaps, but we have had more than a 
lifetime together, cher. We share the kind of love that people write epic poems about. If I 
had to choose between what I have with you, and a big noisy family, I would choose you. 
Every time, I would choose you. 


Chapter Eight 

 

Twelfth Night arrived and with it the official beginning of the Mardi Gras season. The 
Westside Rapist had not been identified nor did the police have a viable suspect. As luck 
would have it, none of the women who had survived the attacks were pregnant. 

The killings, however, continued and the city was in a panic. Guns were flying off the 
shelves and there were long waiting lists for self-defense classes. The FBI had been called in 
to provide a profile of the killer or killers. The official NOPD line was that the murders were 
the work of an entirely different individual. Anton, Morgan, and I knew better, but it did no 
good to voice our opinions to Fabiene. He refused to believe it. 

There was even some debate as to whether Mardi Gras should be canceled, but it came 
to naught. New Orleans was trying to rise from the floodwaters of Katrina and the increased 
tourism from Mardi Gras would bring much needed dollars to the coffers of local businesses. 

As one of the original Twelfth Night Revelers, Antons obligations to the krewe that 
sponsored the first party of the season meant, we would attend one of the first masked balls 
of the season. Because my tastes often ran contrary to what would be considered appropriate 
to the crme de la crme of New Orleans society -- I had a penchant for Goth designs when 
playing dress-up -- Anton had my ball gowns made by a British designer. Tonights offering 


was an Elizabethan creation, an eighteenth century corseted wonder of gold and silk 
brocade. The bodice, laced tightly, gave me the illusion of a much smaller waist and my 
breasts looked ready to spill over the top. Gold colored pearl beads underscored the pleated 
breast plates, which had a beaded cross between them. While the gown was strapless, it 
featured detachable gauntlet sleeves, the tops of which finished in a point above the middle 
fingers of my hands. The gown boasted a full skirt plumped with several petticoats. 

I held tightly to the bedposts as Anton tugged on the bodice lacing, hissing a curse. I 
thought my days of wearing corseted gowns had long since passed. 

No wonder the women of your time were such empty-headed bits of fluff, I 
complained. Their laces were so tight it deprived their brains of oxygen. 

Behind me, Anton chuckled. That could never happen to you, cher. Besides, its not 
laced as tightly as I used to lace you and I adore the way your breasts plump up. Once again, I 
will have to hold your suitors at bay with threats of dire consequences. I could eat you up. 

I snorted inelegantly. You could do that simply by staying at home, my love. 

And miss all the covetous looks I get when I walk into the ball with you on my arm? 
Perish the thought! He swatted my silk covered ass, and turned me to face him. Its a shame 
those expensive drawers dont have the opening between the legs. I could take you into an 
alcove and fuck you while your skirts billowed round us. 

I laughed softly and reached out to stroke him over the material of his tuxedo trousers. 
Yes, it is a shame. I expect I will be too tired and out of breath to accommodate you once we 
get home. 

Is that so? he said with a growl. He spun me around and yanked the cream-colored 
material down to my ankles and shoved me against the footboard. 

I licked my lips in anticipation when I heard his trousers unzip and hit the floor. 


Ill just have to fuck you now, my lady. He kicked my legs apart and reached between 
them, to ready me. I remember taking you like this at one of Marie Antoinettes galas in the 
palace ballroom. 

His cock was hard and pulsing as it prodded the lips of my pussy. I inhaled sharply as 
the large, smooth head entered me. He stopped right there and laughed when I demanded 
more, knowing how frustrated I became when he denied me his full length at once. He 
reached around and softly stroked my clit, awakening it but not fully. 

I can feel your pussy squeezing me, cher. It wants me badly. He gave me another 
inch, laughing when I moaned. Youre such a horny bitch. Id love to spread you out on one 
of their fancy banquet tables and let them all watch while I feed on you, then fuck you til 
you scream. He advanced a bit more. Those tight-assed society bitches have no idea how to 
please a man. He held me still, stopping my attempts to thrust back against him. And the 
men have no idea how to please a woman, eh cher? 

I uttered a loud cry as he bent his knees and thrust up into me, filling me completely. I 
held tightly to the foot rail as Antons cock pounded me. His cries came husky and harsh as I 
met each thrust, ramming myself back onto his rock hard cock. 

Come on! he shouted. Give it to me, cher. I kept up the pace he set. Take what you 
want. My pussy began to contract around him and he pumped harder as I sobbed his name. 
And then, he was there, his final thrusts drawing me to my tip toes as his own release ripped 
through him. He buried himself to the hilt, hands on my breasts, squeezing. He pressed 
against me and dropped kisses on my shoulders. Ah, God, youre incredible, cher. I think I 
can manage that blasted party now. 

I laughed softly as he disengaged from me. Me too, darling. I turned and he drew me 
into his arms for a long, lingering kiss before we finished dressing. 

* * * * * 


We rarely drove anywhere in the city, but taking a streetcar to the garden district in 
full formal regalia was a bigger challenge than I cared to pursue. Anton called for a limo, and 
it delivered us to the prestigious address at a fashionably late hour. The butler introduced us 
as Anton and Lillith Baudet. Though no marriage certificate bound us, we let society go on 
thinking what they wished. We greeted our host and hostess and Anton seated me, hurrying 
to fill our plates at the elegant buffet. I snagged two glasses of champagne from a passing 
server. The only time we ever drank was during the round of social events precipitated by 
Mardi Gras. 

Invites to the krewe balls are not easy to come by and to be included you had to either 
be a member or be invited by a member. Morgan had been our guest to the Twelfth Night 
Revelers Ball for the past ten years, Fabiene and Celine for the last two. When the stunning 
couple entered the ballroom, heads turned. They all knew Fabiene because of his status as 
the most competent detective on the police force, as well as our friend. Celine had come out 
at this very ball some ten years ago, and though it was difficult to know her well, we liked 
her. 

Anton squeezed my hand as they made their way to the table. He stood, greeting them 
as he always had, with a handshake for Fabiene and kisses on the cheek for Celine. 

Fabiene turned to me and greeted me by raising my hand to his lips, grazing my 
knuckles with a very proper kiss. Lillith, dazzling as always. 

I nodded, acknowledging, the compliment. And you two turn heads wherever you go. 
Its good to see you again. 

So, where is that trouble maker, Morgan? Fabiene asked, smiling. He pulled out a 
chair for Celine and seated her. 

He should be along soon, Anton answered. He prefers to make an entrance, as you 
well know. 

Fabiene chuckled. Indeed. 


I turned to Celine. Darling, Ive been calling all week. Shame on you for not getting 
back to me. Suppose wed worn the same gown to the ball? 

Celine offered a wan smile. She looked pale and drawn. I doubt that would ever 
happen, Lillith, for Anton will not give Fabiene the name of your dressmaker. 

I casually grasped her right hand, admiring the sapphire ring she wore. How lovely! I 
could see her struggling not to wrench her hand from my grasp. Did she know I could sense 
her feelings by touching her? 

She disengaged her hand from mine and held it out in front of her, inspecting the large 
stone. It is lovely, isnt it? Fabiene gave it to me just tonight. She promptly dropped both 
hands to her lap and looked around the room. Well, I see the usual crowd is here. How 
many debutantes will be coming out tonight, Anton? 

I believe we have fifteen tonight, cher. He smiled. I remember when you were one 
of them, so delicate and lovely in your white dress. 

Had she been capable of doing so, Celine would have blushed at the compliment. 
Instead, she offered a smile that showed her slightly elongated canines. Celine was hungry. 

Anton rested his arm across the back of my chair and leaned in to nuzzle my ear. I 
laughed softly, letting everyone think hed just said something naughty to me. 

We must keep a sharp eye on our little vampire tonight, cher. It would seem she looks 
for prey amongst her peers. 

I allowed myself a delicious shiver as his tongue traced the outline of my ear, and 
turned my head to press my lips against his. Morgan arrived at that very moment, escorting a 
pixie of a girl whom he introduced as Therese Sicard. I acknowledged the girl with a smile. 
We French did tend to band together. 

How is Etienne? I asked Morgan as he leaned down to kiss my cheek. 


He is fine, ma petite. Home with the wife tonight. I would have brought him but I 
chose a more captivating companion. Therese just moved to the crescent city from Baton 
Rouge. 

Somehow, we made it through dinner, though the conversation lagged and our guests 
acted strangely subdued. Try as I might, I was unable to engage Celine in any meaningful 
conversation. She ate nary a bite, saying the excitement of the night had stolen her appetite. 
Her eyes constantly scanned the room. Normally a big eater, Fabiene, too, had no appetite, 
furthering our suspicions that something was amiss with our friends. 

Finally, our hosts declared the season open and led the way to the ballroom where the 
bouquet-toting debutantes stood waiting on the landing of a grand double stairway. Lining 
the stairs, young men waited to escort the ladies, two apiece for each girl -- one from an 
esteemed military prep school and the other a member of southern society, thirty in all, 
dressed in a variety of military uniforms and tuxes. 

As a girls name was called, her two escorts stepped to her side, each offering her an 
arm to lead her down the stairs where she was officially introduced to society. Introductions 
complete, the ball commenced. The ballroom was a sea of white as the girls danced with 
their beaux and the adults stood off to the side, smiling fondly. 

Despite the cool of the evening, they had thrown open the French doors and couples 
strolled outside to enjoy a breath of fresh air. Morgan and I watched as Fabiene and Celine 
stepped out and made their way to the formal gardens. I caught Antons eye and stared at the 
door, indicating I intended to follow. He nodded and turned back to his conversation with 
one of the krewe members. He would be along as soon as possible. From the verandah, I 
watched Fabiene lead his beloved onto a path that led deep into the formal rose garden. 
Taking a deep breath, I walked casually in their direction. They were so quiet, I would have 
run into them had I not heard Fabiene scolding Celine. 

Not here, Celine! he said. 


But I want her, Celine declared. Besides, she deserves it. She always treated me as 
though I were beneath her. 

Fine, take her, ma petite, just not here, not now. 

But Im hungry, Fabiene. 

I could picture the look on her face as she spoke to him. She would be pouting, looking 
up at him with those large blue eyes, entreating him to let her have her way. 

Then lets go, Fabiene insisted. There will be revelers aplenty along Bourbon Street. 

Oh, all right! Celine huffed. But I grow weary of drinking the blood of drunkards. It 
gives me a headache. 

I heard the swish of skirts and nearly panicked. I was too close, they would see me, 
even if I nipped into a nearby alcove. Just in the nick of time, a hand closed around my arm 
and I was dragged into that alcove and hauled onto Antons lap. 

Laugh or moan, cher, he urged, thrusting his hand beneath my skirt. His finger found 
me and I did moan, then he bent me back over his arm and thrust his tongue into my mouth. 

A shadow hovered just outside the alcove and we knew they watched us, wondering. 

Take me home, Anton, I said in a husky voice. I need you inside me. 

The shadow moved. Fabiene cleared his throat. I suggest you take her home, mon ami, 
before you discover, as we have, that the gardens are filled with young people seeking a quiet 
place to play. 

Oh! I said, pretending at being startled. Then I wrapped my arms around Antons 
neck. Yes, cher, police orders. Take me home. 

Fabiene chuckled. Indeed. And we shall do the same. Grasping Celines arm, he 
propelled her down the path. 

I looked at Anton and he shrugged. Only time would tell if we had fooled them or not. 


Chapter Nine 

 

No! I refuse to believe it! He couldnt be so foolish, Anton! 

Then give me another explanation! 

I shoved open the French doors and looked out onto the streets below. 

Stricken by the thought of the brutal double murder that occurred last night, I could 
barely whisper. I cannot. Below me, the streets teemed with life. 

We were well into Mardi Gras and the city was filling with people. The population 
would more than double by Fat Tuesday, less than four days away. Barricades were already 
in place throughout the Quarter and parking was by permit only, unless one was a resident. 
Thousands of people filled the streets to watch parades of fantastical floats, adorned in the 
traditional Mardi Gras colors of purple, green, and gold, pushing and shoving to grasp at 
beads and trinkets being tossed by the riders. Costumed people cavorted in the streets 
accompanied by marching bands. Street vendors lined the corners selling everything from 
inflatable plastic crayfish to Mardi Gras-colored Dr. Suess hats. Rich scents filled the air as 
vendors and locals barbecued. And everywhere, hands held geaux cups, Orleanian for go-
cups, filled with their favorite intoxicating beverage. 


I sighed as Antons arms circled my waist. We must be absolutely certain before we 
move against him, I said. 

Mais naturellement. But of course. The words were murmured against my cheek. 
Come inside, cher. Brooding over these people will not help and we have yet another 
function to prepare for. 

I nodded and let him lead me inside. 

Anton shut the doors and leaned back against them. Lillith. His voice was husky and 
I turned to see him undressing. Take off your clothes. He moved to take a seat on the 
chaise lounge, stretching out until he was comfortable. He was gloriously naked and his hard 
on jutted up enticingly. I licked my lips and disrobed. 

I straddled him, ready to lower myself onto his straining cock, but he grasped my ass 
and hauled me forward to sit on his chest. He raised his legs, and placed his feet at the high 
end of the S-shaped chaise. 

Reach back and put your hands on my knees, cher, he growled. Youre going to need 
all the support you can get. 

I reached back, grabbing his knees as he yanked me against his hungry mouth. His 
arms curled around my thighs, forcing them wider as he savored me. He had yet to shave and 
the stubble on his chin and cheeks rasped against my tender flesh, setting me ablaze. This 
was no gentle tasting; his lips and tongue pillaged my pussy, thrusting and sucking until my 
cries could be heard from the street. 

Someone below hollered, Yo, fuck her good, dude! 

Excellent idea, Anton rumbled. I think Ill do just that. 

He moved from beneath me and hauled me to the end of the chaise, lifting my legs til 
they rested over his shoulders. Hang on to your hat, cher, its going to be a bumpy ride. He 
lunged, burying himself to the hilt. 


It was rough, angry sex: the kind we had when the nature of our work overwhelmed 
us. He grasped my ankles and spread my legs apart, watching as he fucked me. Look at you, 
he rasped. God, I love watching your pussy swallow me. Turn over, cher, and let me fuck 
you from behind. 

He released my legs and I hastily did his bidding, leaning over the humped end of the 
lounger, ass in the air. He drove himself into me with a force, his balls slapping against me. 
His hands on my hips controlled me, holding me so I could not meet his thrusts with my 
own. I would come his way or not at all. 

As his pace increased, I felt my body tense. He would make me come, all right, loud 
and hard. Blessed Goddess! I shouted. My toes curled and my fists pounded the sides to the 
chaise as I came. My body burned with heat as he slammed into me one last time, his voice 
harsh as he followed me into the inferno. 

He sank to the floor, pulling me with him, and curled himself around me. Promise me 
you wont do anything foolish with Celine, Lillith. Fabiene will defend her if he feels shes 
threatened. 

I reached around and stroked his cheek with my hand. When have I ever been 
foolish? 

Let me count the ways. 

* * * * * 

The theme for the Hermes mask was the Middle Ages myths and legends and once 
again I was tormented by a corset dress. Made of deep red, crushed velvet, the bodice was an 
off-the-shoulder style, trimmed in gold embroidered ivy and heavily boned to push the 
breasts up and together. Since my breasts were already full, the cleavage created was 
impressive. The slash sleeves were beautifully made, boasting gold organza undersleeves and 
more embroidery. The skirt had a moderate train, made less conspicuous by the number of 
petticoats Anton insisted I wear beneath it. 


I swear, I believe youd have us living back in Dark Ages were such a thing possible, I 
grumbled. 

Nonsense. I couldnt live without Caf Du Monde. He gave the lacing one last tug 
eliciting a gasp from me. Remember your promise, Lillith. 

I looked over my shoulder, scowling at him. Its possible they werent invited. 

Not my point, as you well know. He tied off the ribbon lacing and turned me to face 
him. I dont want you hurt. 

I took his face in my hands and kissed him. No one can hurt me, cher, unless She 
allows it. Now, finish dressing so we can get this blasted party over with. 

I couldnt help notice how handsome Anton looked as he took my hand to assist me 
from the car. His Middle Ages garb fit him perfectly. The soft quilted black and gold brocade 
waistcoat was trimmed in the finest black velvet. The lapels and split cuffs decorated with 
etched metal buttons. The black suede trousers laced at the calves, just below the knees. Over 
the knee, cuffed boots of fine-grained leather completed the look. 

You will be the handsomest man at the ball, I told him as he tucked my hand to his 
elbow. 

His thousand-watt smile made my knees weak. And you will be the belle of the ball, 
cher. 

We circulated, greeting friends and acquaintances. Waiters moved through the crowd 
making sure everyone had a full glass of champagne and offering hors d'oeuvres. Anton 
stopped to discuss business with one of the attendees and I wandered alone, chatting amiably 
with any and all who stopped me. And then, I saw her, standing near an open door, flirting 
with a handsome young man dressed as a Viking. Celine. She turned, feeling my eyes upon 
her, and gave me a nod. 

I had to admit she looked radiant in her costume, the very picture of a wood nymph. 
Her gown of green and brown silk chiffon, cut low in the front and back, fastened beneath 


her breasts with gold braided cording. Tiny silk flowers and crystal beads were scattered in 
random patterns about the material, giving the impression she had just risen from a flowery 
bower. She had her long hair pulled back and held in place with an elaborate gold wire band, 
decorated with crystals and silk woodland flowers. At her neck, a crystal cross dangled from 
green silk ribbon. She looked enchanting, her companion obviously taken by her. To her 
chagrin, I made my way across the room to greet her. 

Darling! I exclaimed. How wonderful to see you again! What an enchantress you are 
in that costume. I gestured for her to spin around and she accommodated me, a pleased 
smile on her face at my accolades. I sighed. Oh, to be young again and capable of pulling off 
such a romantic look. I looked around. But where is Fabiene? I cannot believe the beast is 
not hovering about to fend off the admirers. 

Anger flashed briefly in her eyes, then she smiled up at the young man standing next to 
her. Fabiene is a friend of mine, she said demurely. Then she gave me a pointed look. He 
was unable to attend tonight. Business. 

I placed a hand on the boys forearm and leaned in to speak confidentially. Hes a 
police detective, you know. Lead investigator on these horrible murders. I offered Celine a 
sympathetic smile. Perhaps he will show up later, non? I know he would not want to miss 
seeing you in your costume. 

Perhaps, Celine said. Her sidelong glance at her admirer hinted she was doubtful 
Fabiene would arrive at all. 

I looked around the room. Ah, there is Anton. If you two will pardon me? I leaned in 
to kiss her cheeks and whispered to her. Feed on the blood of innocents, cher, and this will 
not be the last you see of me tonight. 

Anton handed me a fresh glass of champagne. What is she up to? 

Hunting, of course. Fabiene is evidently working so she is at loose ends. I told her if 
she fed on him, this would not be the last she saw of me tonight. 


Anton raised an eyebrow. And her response? 

I laughed. Do you really think I gave her time to make one? 

We danced to several waltzes, keeping an eye on Celine and the numerous men lining 
up to dance with her. Anton squeezed my waist and drew me off the floor. Celine slipped 
outside with a smiling young man. 

Damn her, I muttered as we followed behind. Where is she taking him? 

Ahead of us, Celine giggled like a young debutante, tugging on her victims hand. The 
path they followed led deep into the surrounding woods where they came to a protective 
bower Celine had apparently prepared ahead of time. A cashmere blanket laid spread on the 
ground. She dropped to her knees, dragging her young swain with her, laughing as he 
produced a bottle of champagne and two glasses hed filched from the bar. 

Later, Jeremy, she purred. If you do not make love to me now, I will perish from the 
need of you. 

The foolish Jeremy tossed his plunder aside and tugged her gown down to reveal her 
breasts. She made sighing noises as he fondled her, before leaning down to suckle. 

Kiss me, Celine begged. He raised his head to do her bidding, kissing her. She 
returned those kisses, fervently, then nibbled at his jaw, his ears, and finally his neck. 

Anton and I stepped into the clearing as she opened her mouth, fangs at the ready. 

Did I not warn you, Celine? I said. The young man, deep in her thrall, made no sound 
or movement. She shoved him aside, screeching. She shot to her feet, facing us. 

I dont take orders from you, you old hag! Celine shrieked. 

Beside me, Anton hissed in anger. I placed my hand on his arm to quiet him before he 
choked the surly wench. I drew myself up to my full height and took a menacing step toward 
her. 

You dare much, speaking to me that way. My tone was pleasant enough but she knew 
she had overstepped herself. I reached out and traced one of her breasts with my index 


finger. Her nostrils flared, then she cried out in pain as I closed my hand around her and 
squeezed cruelly. 

I lifted her chin, forcing her to look in my eyes. What she saw there made her tremble. 
You know little about me, Celine, so I shall fill you in. I could kill you in a hundred 
different ways, girl. Perhaps a demonstration is in order. I closed my eyes and pressed my 
palm against her breast, enveloping it in white heat. The smell of burning flesh filled the air 
and she screamed in agony. I removed my hand from a breast that was now a charred hunk 
of meat. I looked at her dispassionately. Shall I burn the other one off, too? Perhaps Fabiene 
would prefer a matching pair, non? Or shall I heal you, hmm? 

Celine dropped to her knees and grasped the hem of my gown. Please, Lady, I beg you, 
heal me! 

I looked at Anton, who nodded imperceptibly. And you will curb your appetites? 

I will, Lady! I will hunt as Anton and Morgan do. No more innocent blood, I swear it! 

Very well, child. My voice soothed her now and I slid the sleeve of my gown back, 
offering her my wrist. Feed, Celine. Twill heal you. 

Her fangs sank into my wrist and we watched as her breast returned to its normal state. 
Enough, Celine. On your feet, girl. I pointed at the young man on the ground. Release him 
from your thrall and erase yourself from his memory. 

As we turned to leave, I gave her a harsh look. My blood courses in your veins, Celine. 
Do not disobey me. 


Chapter Ten 

 

At last, Fat Tuesday arrived. Noise from the street woke us, so we decided to gird 
ourselves for a stroll to the Cafe by taking a long, hot shower. Steam filled the enclosure as 
we took turns soaping one another with our favorite clove-scented soap. 

Anton groaned as my slippery hands smoothed the spicy fluid across his back, over his 
taut ass, and around his hips to wash his now swelling cock and balls. My movements were 
deliberately enticing as I stroked him to erection. 

You will pay for your impudence, woman, he growled, pulling me to my feet. 

One can only hope, non? I laughed as he pulled me to him for a deep, lingering kiss. 

Scamp, he scolded, swatting my ass before turning me around. 

His touch was gentle as he soaped my body, massaging my breasts before his hands slid 
down my body and between my legs. Long, strong fingers parted the cleft and delved inside, 
thrusting gently. Brace your palms on the wall, cher, and spread your beautiful legs so I can 
fuck you. 

Mmm, I murmured as he stepped up behind me. I didnt know he had the handheld 
shower until I felt the powerful pulsing between my legs. 


Use this on your clit, he ordered. I love fucking you when youre pussys twitching 
with an orgasm. You howl just like a cat in heat. 

I snorted, but took the massaging showerhead and directed it between my legs. He 
entered me then, pumping slowly as the device began to work its magic. 

Mmm, oh, thats heaven, cher. Thats it, fuck me just like that. My legs began to 
shake and Antons hips rotated, stirring me deep inside. Ahoh, Im gonna come, baby. Oh, 
God, dont stop! His cock drove into me as I shouted at him to fuck me harder. The water 
massager pounded my clit as Anton pounded my pussy, and I came in a frenzy that buckled 
my knees. 

He caught me before I could fall and I turned to kneel before him, guiding his 
twitching penis into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and pulled him to me, 
his cock deep in my throat as I nursed him. I felt his balls tighten against the backs of my 
hands and knew he was almost there. I released him for a moment. Fuck my mouth, cher, I 
urged, then sank back onto his cock with increased suction. 

His fingers fisted in my hair as he thrust against my mouth. Ah, Lily, Im co 

He always tried to push me away rather than come in my mouth, even though I 
assured him I enjoyed the taste of him as much as he enjoyed the taste of me. He uttered a 
hoarse cry and emptied himself into the back of my throat. 

The water was cooling as Anton turned it off. We wrapped ourselves in towels and 
staggered into the bedroom, giggling like children. 

Christ, woman, youre going to be the death of me! he swore. The very idea of such a 
thing happening had us breaking up again and we fell on the bed shrieking with laughter. 

Do you have any idea how much I love you? I asked him. 

Oui, madame, I do, and I thank the Goddess every day for giving you to me. He 
looked at me for a moment then grinned. Or should I say for giving me to you? 


I chuckled and began to dry my hair. I suppose it depends on how aggravated I make 
you on any given day, hmm? 

Oui, but never so much that I would wish things to be any other way. 

* * * * * 

We dressed casually in jeans. As we crossed Jackson Square, women stopped to goggle 
at Anton in his favorite old jeans and drop shoulder shirt. Several made comments about his 
ass and his hair causing me to snicker. 

Peut-tre je devrais tablir une cabine et les laisse tapoter votre ne pour un dollar, 
hein, mon bonbon? I teased. Perhaps I should set up a booth and let them pat your ass for a 
dollar, eh, my sweet? 

I could tell by the look on his face he was going to say something impertinent, for it 
really did embarrass him when women looked him over as though he were an expensive cut 
of meat. But we passed a group of giggling college girls who screeched and gathered around 
him. 

Who are you? asked a breathless blonde with a Yankee accent. Youre somebody, 
arent you? 

He thought about it for a moment, drawing me close to his side. Oui, peu ceux. We are 
all someone, non? Occasionally the subtleties of modern language escaped him, especially 
when he had a point to make. However, Miss New Jersey didnt go for his philosophy lesson. 

Yeah, yeah, she said, snapping her gum. But youre famous, right? 

I pulled away from him, walking backwards. Il a un robinet clbre grand il utilise 
avec la grande competence, I trilled, laughing as he blushed bright red. I had told them that 
he had a famously large cock that he wielded with great skill. 


He shook his finger at me as he spoke. No, ladies, my only claim to fame is being 
husband to an impudent redhead. He gave them a polite nod and stalked me across the 
square, grinning. Jeune fille effronte ! Je barboterai votre derrire pour cela. 

I laughed. Hed called me an impudent wench and threatened to paddle my backside. 

Madame! A petite brunette from the group shouted. Is it true? Does he? 

I shrieked with laugher as Anton picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. 

Oui, cher, it is true! I yelped as Anton smacked me on the ass, and waved goodbye to 
the girls. 

Put me down, oaf! I exclaimed as we approached the cafe. 

Never, you cause too much trouble when youre allowed to run free. 

I could picture the shit-eating grin on his face simply by judging the grins on the faces 
of the cafes customers. Not to mention the laughter in Lizzies voice as she greeted us. 
Bonjour, Anton, Lillith. We saved your table. 

He threaded his way through the crowd of people to our usual table in the back and 
finally set me on my feet. I made a huffing noise as I pulled my sweater down, and opened 
my mouth to scold him, but he yanked me hard against him and kissed me soundly. When 
he released me, I could feel my cheeks heat as the other customers applauded him. He 
sketched a polite bow to the crowd, then quite properly seated me. 

Snicker at me, will you? he said, all too pleased with his performance. 

Our caf au lait and beignets arrived, along with the morning paper and we settled into 
our morning routine. It wasnt until Anton gasped, that I was aware something was amiss. 

The back page, cher, he said, his voice deadly. 

I flipped the paper over and there it was: Jeremy St. Germain, 25, son of banking 
mogul, Phillip St. Germain, found dead. I scanned the rest of the article, anger boiling inside 
me. A pair of teens on a late night rendezvous saw his nude body, floating in a Ninth Ward 
canal. Someone had beaten him. The apparent motive was robbery. 


I snorted. Robbery. That little bitch. Well, it stops today, right now. 

Anton nodded and tossed some bills on the table. We should probably try Fabienes 
first. If you could not sense her intentions, she must have had some help. 

I gave him a startled look. But Fabiene? Hes a cop! 

Yes, but he is a cop in love. Who knows what he might do? 

I shook my head. No, he would not condone murder. Anton slipped an arm around 
my shoulder and guided me away from the crowded cafe. And who knows how many shes 
made, Anton. The city could soon be overrun with fledglings. 

* * * * * 

We headed east down Decatur to Ursuline, where we hurried north, past the raucous 
crowds on Bourbon Street. We slowed as we reached the corner with Burgundy. Fabienes 
house was a one hundred year old Victorian gem. At a little over seventeen hundred square 
feet, it accommodated three bedrooms and two baths. When hed first purchased the home, 
it hadnt been much to look at, but hed spent all his spare time fixing it up. When Celine 
moved in with him, shed added her touch to the inside, turning it into a warm and 
welcoming home where we had spent several pleasant evenings. It broke my heart to think 
the evil little bitch might have sucked him into covering up her crimes. 

Changes in the home were subtle but noticeable to anyone who knew the owner. Long 
forgotten flowerpots and hanging baskets played host to dead plants. The porch and stoop 
hadnt been swept in ages. Most telling were the windows. Once, lacy curtains hung to let in 
the light. Now, heavy drapes blocked out the light. Even the front door had changed. What 
had once been a double Victorian door with leaded glass side panels, was now a cold wooden 
door with only a peephole. 

No one answered when we knocked, but we hadnt really expected a response. We 
made a great show of looking at our watches and questioned aloud if they might be out back. 
Who knew if the neighbors were watching? We let ourselves in the side gate and walked 


around to the back porch. Again, no one answered our knock. I waved my hand at the knob 
and the door opened. We stepped inside to a silence so complete the hair on the back of my 
neck stood up. I looked at Anton. He nodded. Celine was in residence. 

We found her in the transformed third bedroom. What had once been a charming 
guest room, done up in shades of green and yellow, was now a soundproofed dark room. 

Celine opened her eyes as we walked in. 

I warned you, Celine, I said as I crossed the room. 

She bolted from the bed and backed away from me. Stay away from me, bitch. She 
opened her mouth, showing me her fangs. 

I laughed. You think to harm me with those, little girl? Do you really have no idea 
what I am? 

What are you but a tired, old French whore? 

I turned to Anton. Would you like to take her or should I? 

His smile was cold as the grave. Allow me, cher. I havent quite your tolerance for 
disrespect. He flew at her then, wrapping his hand around her neck and lifting her off her 
feet. Open the curtains, cher, I find this darkness oppressive. 

I moved toward the heavy blackout drapes and Celine began to beg. 

Please, Lillith, dont do this! 

I turned to face her, furious. I warned you, Celine! You gave me your word that you 
would no longer take innocents. You killed that boy! How many, wench? How many have 
you killed? Moreover, how many have you made? 

She struggled uselessly against Antons steely grip. She was going to die, and she knew 
it. She laughed. Dozens! Dozens dead and dozens of fledgings! Youll never stop them all. 
Kill me and youll never know for certain! 

Prepare to meet your maker, fiendish bitch! I yanked the curtain from its rod and 
flooded the room with sunlight. 


Vampires who turned to darkness required darkness to survive. The light from the 
afternoon sun scorched Celine, drawing screams from her that shook me to the core. This 
girl had been my friend. I took no pleasure in her death. Just once, she screamed Fabienes 
name. 

Lillith, Anton called. Take her now. He held her liquefying body against the wall as 
I placed my lips against her own, taking her last breath, and with it her soul, into my body. 

Anton held me as Danus arm shimmered into the light, reaching into my chest to 
wrest Celines black soul from my body. The Goddesss voice filled my head. 

Youve done well, Lillith. Bring me her consort as soon as you may and you will have 
your reward. 


Chapter Eleven 

 

I sat at my dressing table putting the final touches on my hair and makeup. Neither of 
us particularly wanted to attend the last ball of the season but we were obligated to go. I 
watched in the mirror as Anton dressed for the evening. He was going as Robin of Locksley 
and would cut a fine figure in doing so. 

His light brown trousers were made of the softest suede and fit him like a glove. Over 
these woodsmen pants, he wore a deep brown, nickel-studded, gambeson in chocolate 
suede that laced up the front. At his waist, he wore a leather belt and antler-handled belt 
dagger. A pair of suede, calf-length laced boots pulled the entire costume together. 

For me, yet another corset dress, but one so beautiful Id like it for a burial gown. Made 
of crushed white velvet, the bodice was a heavily boned, off-the-shoulder confection 
trimmed in Swarovski crystals with elaborately scalloped skirting at the waist. The long, 
flowing sleeves, attached to the corset, were made of white chiffon, trimmed at the shoulder 
with white ostrich feathers. The skirt hugged my body tightly until it reached my knees, 
where it fanned out in a long fishtail train. 

My hairdresser made arrangements to do my hair at home, per Antons specifications. 
My scalp was going to be an aching mess by the time the evening was over, but I looked so 


fetching with the elaborate mass of curls swept back from my face to cascade down my back. 
To complete the look of a Nordic Queen, Anton had commissioned a delicate crown of 
woven silver and crystal resembling inverted icicles. I thought they rather looked like 
spiraled silver spikes, but what did I know. Anton dressed me for these formal functions lest 
I go as a Fairy GothMother. 

The Final Ball was held at the Marriott. It would end with the assembly of the courts, 
when the King and Queen of the Carnival meet with the King and Queen of the Mistick 
Krewe of Comus. At that time, at the stroke of midnight, Mardi Gras formally ends. For this 
most important function of the entire season, Anton spared no expense. They would talk 
about our costumes all the way until next season. I never quite understood why it was so 
important to him, but then he came from an aristocratic background while mine was earthy 
and spiritual. If it made him happy to dress up like Robin Hood, I would wear my Nordic 
Queen costume and make small talk with people with whom I normally wouldnt associate 
any other time of the year. 

Morgan and Therese were in attendance as well. I had to admit I liked the girl. They 
came dressed as Hansel and Gretel. Anton and I nearly spat champagne everywhere at the 
sight of Morgan Michaud in lederhosen. Morgans sense of irreverence was one of his better 
qualities, in my opinion. While we did our fair share of circulating, most of our time was 
spent with the fairy tale couple. 

Therese, we soon learned, was a powerful white witch whose focus was stamping out 
the dark arts. Shed come to New Orleans from Baton Rouge to investigate rumors of a 
powerful warlock lost to the darkness. My heart skipped a beat. 

Have you any idea who he might be? I asked. 

She frowned. Not yet, but I got a very strong sense of him this afternoon. Something 
bad happened; something has made him very angry. I feel it even now. She made the sign of 
the evil eye. He seeks vengeance and will not rest until he has it. She shook her head. His 
power is much greater than mine. I can tell you, I would not want to be the one who must 


face him down. Blood will flow tonight, mark my words. She excused herself and went to 
find the ladies room. 

Morgan sat there, silent, studying us. Whats happened? he said at last. 

I sighed. We took Celine today, I confided. Shed been feeding on innocents. She is 
the one who killed the St. Germain boy. 

He sipped at his champagne. She was ever a flighty little thing, he said with a nod. I 
wondered if she would survive. You dont suppose she turned Fabiene, do you? 

The very idea horrified me. Fabiene was a powerful warlock in his own right, to 
combine those powers with those of a dark immortal would give him unthinkable power. 

He wouldnt let her, would he? It was a question I had to ask, with an answer I feared 
to hear. 

Morgan snorted. I wouldnt put anything past the bastard, Lillith. Hes not as squeaky 
clean as you would like to believe. 

What do you mean? Anton asked. He didnt like what he was hearing any more than 
I did. 

You dont think hes risen to such great heights in the department on his own merit 
do you? He tsked. Really, you two are too innocent for your own good. Your Fabiene 
clawed his way to the top over the corpses of too many good officers to name. Hes as corrupt 
as they come, Lillith. He looked at Anton. Surely you knew. 

Anton sighed. I had heard rumors, but he never gave me reason to doubt him. 

That earned us another derisive snort. Of course he didnt, mon ami. You and Lillith 
represent everything he wants for himself. Status, wealth, a beautiful woman on his arm, and 
in his bed. He wants the invites to the balls on engraved invitations, not by phone calls from 
the very people he envies. He gave us a pained look. And now youve gone and taken his 
lady love from him. I doubt hell be inclined to play nicely any longer. Wed better leave 
soon. The streets will not be safe tonight. 


We left before the ball got into full swing, apologizing to our hosts profusely as Anton 
called for our car. 

As close as you can get us to Bourbon Street, Anton said tersely. Shall we grace the 
Cats Meow? He looked at me when asked the question. 

I groaned. Anton gave me a surly look and I said, I know, I know. It has to be done, 
but that doesnt mean I have to like it. 

Hopefully, we wont have to stay too long. Morgan and Therese will cover the other 
end of Bourbon. Maybe well get lucky and he wont be here. 

There were wall-to-wall people everywhere we went. I had to hike up my skirt and 
drape it over one arm. We both wore masks, Antons made of brown leather and mine of 
silver satin. Not that anyone in this tawdry section of the Quarter would know us. We never 
came down here, especially during Mardi Gras. 

We started out at the Cats Meow, an unrestrained karaoke bar where drunken patrons 
staggered about on stage singing indecipherable songs. Anton headed upstairs to search the 
balcony area while I elbowed my way through the downstairs. He came back shaking his 
head and we moved on to the next place. 

Razzoo is a pick up bar. In the front of the building, a house band blares, but the back is 
where the action is, if youre a guy or gal on the make. There is a huge patio where people 
hang out, mingle, and drink. Wed been here a grand total of one time in all the years wed 
lived in New Orleans. If Anton felt like a piece of meat in Jackson Square, we both felt as 
though we were on the auction block in Razzoos. But then, we walked through the door by 
choice and could walk out just as easily. This was one of the rowdiest bars on Bourbon and it 
was for a much younger crowd. We got the hell out as soon as we could. 

Between the four of us, we made the rounds of every bar on Bourbon Street, and 
several just off it. There was no sign of Fabiene. Just before the stroke of midnight, we went 
our separate ways, Morgan and Therese to his condo on Chartres, we to our building on 


Royal. I could tell Morgan felt nervous about leaving us alone at the house on Royal, but the 
way Therese hung on his arm, it was more than apparent she wanted to be alone with him. 
We said our good-byes at the courtyard gate and sent them on their way. 

Anton turned on the bedroom light, adjusting the dimmer to a romantic glow. I crossed 
to the French doors and threw them open, inhaling the cool night air. The street below was 
clearing out as the police herded the stragglers back to their hotels. The church bells in 
Jackson Square chimed the hours. Mardi Gras was over. 

Well, its Ash Wednesday, I said, turning from the balcony. I frowned as Anton 
hurriedly crossed the room. 

Appropriate, dont you think? came a voice from the hallway. Fabiene stepped into 
the room. Since all you left of her was ashes. 

I moved to approach him but Anton caught my arm and thrust me behind him. 

She murdered that boy, Anton said. She received her warning. 

Fabiene shot him a murderous look. He was nothing! A human dog! Who were you to 
judge her! 

Taking the blood of innocents is forbidden! Anton roared. She knew it. She got her 
second chance, more than most get, Fabiene. Had it been anyone but us, she would have died 
the night of the Hermes Ball, and well you know it! 

You had no right! 

We had every right! 

Fabienes scream of rage shattered the glass in the French doors. He flew at Anton, 
fingers curled like claws, the nails on his hands turned to sharp, slashing weapons. 

Pray to your bitch Goddess! he screamed, For you both die tonight! 

Anton shoved me away as he hurled himself at Fabiene. I stumbled, falling backward 
onto the balcony. I struggled to pull myself up and ran back into the room to find Anton and 
Fabiene locked in battle. 


They had one another by the neck, growling and snarling like wild animals. The 
fierceness of their anger lifted them off the ground and they began to thrash in the air, 
bouncing off the walls and ceiling. They got entangled in a two hundred year old chandelier, 
dislodging it. Fabienes strong legs kicked at the priceless antique sending it hurtling in my 
direction. I dodged the heavy lighting fixture and launched myself into the fray, grasping 
Fabienes ankle. The heat of my hands burned through his boots and he screamed in pain, 
releasing Anton. The three of us crashed to the floor. 

Murderous bitch! Fabiene bellowed. He rolled onto his knees and swung at me, 
catching me just above the temple. 

Pain exploded in my head and I swore I saw stars. I crumbled into a heap, holding my 
head in my hands. What the fuck? I couldnt remember the last time I felt such true pain. 

Anton threw himself at Fabiene before he could take another swing at me, landing a 
punch, rocking the warlock back on his heels. Blood spurted from his nose but it hardly 
fazed him. He leapt to his feet and circled Anton, swiping at him with his deadly claws 
claws that could easily rip open someones throat. 

I moaned, finally understanding what Fabiene had become, what Celine had made him. 
He was the vicious monster whod raped those poor women and tore open their throats. I 
had refused to listen to Morgan, refused to see the truth. The man whom I once counted a 
close friend changed to a foul entity attempting to kill the one thing in this world I loved. 

Noooo! I screamed. Chunks of plaster fell from the ceiling as my voice reverberated 
through the room. 

Anton must have seen something in Fabienes face, for he screamed my name as the 
bastard turned to face me. He grabbed Fabienes shoulder to spin him around, giving the 
warlock the opening hed been waiting for. 

Fabiene grinned. Watch this, bitch. He spun around and drove his wicked claws into 
Antons midsection, lifting him off his feet, shaking him like a ragdoll. 


Antons eyes opened wide in surprise as Fabiene tossed him against the wall. He 
gasped, clutching his wound, watching in disbelief as blood poured through his fingers. He 
was dying. 

Shrieking, I threw myself at Fabiene, not caring if he did the same to me. I wrapped 
myself around the monstrous crossbreed, twining my arms and legs around his like a 
constrictor. His clothes began to smoke as my body turned to pure, white heat. I barely heard 
his screams. I would burn him to ash, as I had done his traitorous bitch, and leave his soul to 
wander in formless agony for all eternity. 

Then someone came crashing into the room and I felt a hand on my shoulder. A 
soothing voice spoke. 

Give him to me, Lily. It was Morgan. See to Anton, ma petite. 

I looked at the rapidly melting body and shoved it away. Anton needed me. 

I stumbled through the rubble that was now our bedroom and fell to my knees beside 
Anton. Glazed eyes looked up, his skin deathly pale. I felt for the pulse by his throat and 
sobbed, for it was barely there. 

Noooo, I keened. Dont leave me, Anton! I lifted his body into my arms, guiding his 
mouth to my neck. Take me! I would die with you! 

No, cher. I cannot take your life. 

I was sobbing now, hysterical. There is no life for me without you! Take me or I will 
do it myself! 

He gasped. You would damn yourself for all eternity? 

I am damned without you. I beg of you, dont leave me here alone! 

Then we die as weve lived, cher. Together! 

His fangs sank deep and I held him close, urging him to drink deeply, to drain me. 
Lightheaded, I looked down to see blood pumping from his wound, our blood. Strong arms 
cradled us. Morgan lowered his head to Anton. At last, I heard his voice. 


Its all right, ma petite, he is within me now. Give us a kiss goodbye. 

With dimming vision, I looked beyond Morgans broad shoulders and saw her, my 
Goddess. She smiled at me and I heard her voice. Rest, Soul Collector. Your work here is 
done. You will have that which your heart most desires. 

Thank you, Mother, I whispered, and breathed my last breath into the mouth of a 
friend. 


Epilogue 

 

Nagigia Island rose like an emerald from the cerulean waters of the South Pacific. Part 
of the Fijian chain, no one but the top surfers and the very, very wealthy knew Nagigia as 
the precious island gem. To get there, you had to fly in on a tiny floatplane. The island has 
much to recommend it. Half of it sits on the edge of a six thousand foot deep-water trench 
offering ideal surf conditions. The most lovely blue lagoon borders the other half. The Great 
Astrolab Reef calls this part of the world home and hosts some of the best diving and deep 
sea fishing known to man. Getting there was dauntingly expensive; building a dream home 
there even more so. But once settled, living there was priceless. 

Morgan cringed as the floatplane bounced down in the crystal blue waters off the 
lagoon. As they taxied up to the impossibly long dock, he grinned, then laughed out loud. 
Five years had passed but Anton didnt look a day older. Human again, aging would 
eventually come, of course. For now, he looked as ageless as he had when the Goddess had 
freed her vampire and soul collector to blessed death on the floor of their Royal Street 
apartments. It was all he could do to restrain himself as the pilot stepped onto a pontoon and 
tossed Anton Baudet a line. 


Son of a bitch! Morgan exclaimed as he hopped onto the dock. He embraced his old 
friend, kissing him on each cheek. It has been far too long, mon ami. Where is your 
beautiful wife? 

Anton laughed. Did you come here just to chase after my woman? By God, Morgan, 
its good to see you. Weve missed you. He reached into his pocket and pulled a bill out, 
handing it to the pilot. Have someone bring the bags, eh, Sevu? And dont forget to bring 
the wife and children to the barbecue tomorrow night. 

I will not forget, sir. The children are looking forward to playing with the twins. 

Morgan slung an arm around Antons neck as they started back up the dock. Twins, 
he said. I can hardly believe it. 

Anton shrugged. They run in my family. That I forgot to mention this small genetic 
detail didnt make Lillith particularly happy. 

Morgan laughed. How were you to know it would ever be an issue, mon ami? 

Thats the only thing that kept her from taking a machete to my private parts. He 
looked up, pointing at three figures running down the beach. Here they come now. 

She was as beautiful as hed remembered. Perhaps more. Motherhood agreed with her. 
Her hair was more golden than red, and her skin was lightly tanned. She wore a brightly 
colored bikini top and a sarong hugged her hips. 

Morgan! Lillith cried. She leapt into his arms, wrapping her arms around him, 
smothering his face with kisses. Weve missed you so! Come, meet the children. 

He eased her out of his arms and set her on her feet, then clasped his hands behind his 
back as the proud mother made introductions. 

This is Antonette, Lillith said, introducing a deeply tanned toddler. She ruffled the 
childs hair, then turned to her other daughter. And this is Morgan. 

Im named for you, the precocious three year old told him. But I look like my papa. 


Morgan squatted down so he could be eye to eye with the girls. He felt like a sap as 
tears filled his eyes. Theyd named one of their precious children after him? Yes, you do 
look like your papa, the both of you. Youre very beautiful girls. And when the man gets 
here with my bags, there will be two very special presents in them, specially made for two 
such beautiful ladies. 

The twins squealed in delight. Come see the house, Uncle Morgan. Papa built it 
special for maman. 

Special didnt begin to describe the house overlooking the secluded sandy beach. It was 
a six thousand square foot architectural dream of teakwood and open air louvered windows. 
In addition to the main house, two smaller guesthouses lay secluded down garden-bordered 
pathways. Wraparound lanais overlooked the beach and the meticulously maintained 
tropical gardens. They laid out the kitchen for a gourmet chef and left it open onto the 
bottom floor of the house so the cook could share the spectacular views. 

The larger guesthouse served as home to Sevu and his family, who worked exclusively 
for Anton and Lillith, although they were more like family. Lillith showed Morgan to the 
studio suite that came complete with private lanai, a full kitchen and bath, and a large, hand-
carved teak bed. Servants had already unpacked and stored his bags by the time they made it 
to his quarters. 

The fridge and pantry are fully stocked, Lillith told him. Malia has unpacked your 
bags. Get freshened up and join us in the main house when youre ready. Dinner is still a 
couple of hours away. Well be dining on the lanai, and you are in for a treat. Anton and 
Sevu caught a huge yellow fin tuna this morning, so well be grilling that for supper. 

Morgan grinned. You learned to cook? 

Her laughter was still like magic to his ears. No, but Anton did. Do you believe it? I 
thought the man would go mad without his caf au lait and beignets, but he has adjusted 
quite well. 


When she turned to leave, Morgan caught her hand and pulled her close. I have 
missed you, ma petite. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. And we have 
missed you, darling. She disengaged and tugged at his hand. Come, lets go to the house. 
Anton will have drinks waiting. 

While the children napped, the three friends relaxed on the lanai and chatted about old 
times. 

I have missed you both more than you know. You are ever on my mind. New Orleans 
is not the same without you. 

Lillith ran her foot up his thigh. And what of Therese? 

Gone. With Fabiene dead, she felt no need to stay. I, on the other hand, could not 
bring myself to vacate the home you and Anton so generously left to me. 

You are not obligated to keep it, Morgan. Sell it and leave the city if being there no 
longer suits you. 

And go where, petite? 

Why, here, of course. With us. 

Yes, Anton concurred. Why not? Etienne and the others can manage New Orleans. 
People get sick and die here, too, mon ami. And you should see the women who flock to the 
surf resort at the other end of the island. Very well put together, as Lillith would say. Youll 
meet several at the party tomorrow. 

Matchmaking? Morgan teased. The two of you? 

More like enticement, darling, Lillith said. We miss you, too, Morgan. And the girls 
adore you already.  

* * * * * 


Lillith worked alongside Malia helping set up the bar for the barbecue. Anton and Sevu 
had been out all morning shopping for fresh seafood at the local market on the wharf. Sevus 
brothers and cousins arrived to help with the party and had been working since the previous 
evening, preparing and monitoring the firepit. There was a pig, wrapped in burlap and 
banana leaves, roasting at the bottom of the pit, ready to come out of the ground by late 
afternoon. A smaller pit, also lined with rocks, awaited for the cooking of lobster, clams, 
potatoes, and corn on the cob. 

Lillith looked up, laughing as Morgan chased the twins up and down the waters edge. 
They were supposed to be collecting seaweed for the clambake but were collecting more 
sand than anything else. Sevu and Malias children, along with their various cousins, joined 
in the frolic, keeping Morgan on the run lest he be overcome by the sheer number of little 
ones attempting to trip him and send him splashing into the surf. 

Malia chuckled. That one will be worn to a frazzle before the day is out, she said. It 
is good he like the children so much. He make a fine father one day. 

Lillith laughed. If our children dont give him a heart attack first! Come, lets go see 
what the men brought back from the market. 

Rock lobsters, a bushel basket each of crabs and clams, prawns, fresh corn, sweet 
potatoes, and mangos filled the bow of the Whaler. 

Meal preparations were in high gear as boats began to arrive. Some dropped anchor off 
the beach and took Zodiacs to the shore, while others tied up at the long dock on the lagoon. 
Finally, the seafood went in the ground, wrapped in seaweed and banana leaves. Lillith 
greeted the guests as they arrived, directing them to the bar or hors doeuvres set up in a 
large, white tent, keeping her eye open for one guest in particular. She exclaimed with 
delight when the Zodiac sped up, beaching itself on the shore, and hurried to help the 
occupant pull the little craft onto the sand. 

 


Who is that? Morgan asked Anton. 

That would be Simone. Shes a marine biologist who lives on one of the smaller 
islands. Came here as a graduate student and never left. Lillith dotes on her. 

Morgan watched as the two women embraced, then laughed as Lillith practically 
dragged the woman to meet him. 

Simone Tissant, meet Morgan Michaud. Morgan lifted her hand to his lips as Lillith 
continued talking. Morgan is our friend from New Orleans. She turned to Morgan. Simone 
is originally from Paris, but she fell in love with Fiji as a graduate student and never left. 

I am pleased to meet you, Simone, Morgan murmured, continuing to hold her hand. 

Likewise. Simone freed her hand. And how do you like Nagigia, Morgan? 

He gave her his most dazzling smile. I find I like it more and more with each passing 
hour. 

 

 


 

 

 

 

India Masters 

 

India refers to herself as an old, Southern hippie. She is happily divorced with one no 
intention of rectifying the situation because sometimes she can barely stand her own 
company, much less someone else. She has one grown daughter who she still refers to as 
Doodle, and lives in a rapidly developing rural area in Florida where she shares her domain 
with all manner of wildlife, a swimming pool that is a breeding ground for a seemingly 
virulent strain of algae, and a black snake that likes to surprise her when she turns on the 
outdoor faucet and picks up the black water hose. 

 India developed a love for writing while earning her B.A. in Criminal Justice from a 
northern college. She refers to herself as a late bloomer, as she married late, gave birth late, 
and got started writing late in life. She developed her love for all things quirky from doing 
psychiatric social work in both the community and corrections fields. She has always loved a 
good romance novel but found them lacking because all the good stuff was cloaked in 
euphemisms or happened behind closed doors. It wasnt until she joined a critiquing group 
that she discovered romantic erotica, and her first book, The Soul Collector, was born. She 
credits her success to the caring support of the women -- and one, lone man -- in her critique 
group, but especially to one member who took her under her wing and helped her learn 
everything from point of view to manuscript formatting. 


