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That's Not My Name	By : marksandspence Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 6314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have not created the True Blood (credit to Charlaine Harris & Alan Ball) or BtVS universes (credit to Joss Whedon) and do not have any claim on the characters other than the ones I have added. I make no money off of these stories.

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Chapter 24
Warning: sexual situations, adult themes, blood play (if they weren’t necessary for the plot, I’d have edited it down).
Later that night, once the signing had ended and Mr. Andrews had packed up the display and collated the surveys, Eric pulled Peia aside and explained the situation.
“So she is the Maker of your Maker,” Peia said, trying to process the significance.
“Yes. She wishes to spend the day with us, beginning now,” he adds, carefully.
“Do you trust her?”
“I have no reason to. Godric mentioned her infrequently and with a lack of reverence.”
“Then why…?”
“She shares our blood. It would be disrespectful to deny her.”
“And, she could easily kick your ass because she is older than dirt.”
“There is that. Or worse.”
“When she spoke to me, I felt powerless. Is there something unusual about her?”
Eric shrugs. “I believe Godric said she was a mystic, a healer for her tribe when she was human.”
“Like a witch doctor?”
“Perhaps. She is also the oldest vampire I have ever encountered. The potential power of this is unknown to me.”
“Sounds like the perfect situation to drop all defenses and climb into bed. Lets get naked!” She responds with mock enthusiasm.
However, once they were all in the same room, a sultry calmness descends. Peia is quickly enthralled by the petite black woman; filled with a deep longing to be consumed. In a calm flurry of hands and fabric, they all undress.
Mina produces a small vial of something, handing it to Peia. “Drink this, my child.”
Eric frowns slightly toward Mina, concerned.
“An old trick to enhance the experience when millennia have drained it of its novelty,” Mina offers. “It will do her no lasting harm.”
Peia drinks, unable to resist the command. The three bodies move together, skin on skin. After a moment, Peia’s eyes flicker and she goes limp.
“Now we drink,” Mina softly commands, her fangs descending.
Eric follows her lead and they both bite into Peia’s neck. After drinking for just a moment, Eric pulls away with a shock, blinking strongly. Mina smirks knowingly and quickly lifts Peia and places her unconscious body on the bed. She turns back to Eric, watching his continued reaction to the drug-tinged blood.
The tantalizing promise of ecstasy engulfs his body. It feels as if something has burned off the scars of the past, unleashing the full force of sensation a body is capable of experiencing. His eyes fix on Mina and they lunge at each other. The next hours are filled with the kind of violent, animal, selfishly hedonistic sex that only other-wordly creatures are capable of (and capable of enjoying). When they are finished, the walls drip with sprays of blood, the floors and ceiling are dented, the furniture visibly abused. They crawl back onto the bed next to Peia’s still limp body. Eric, barely awake, murmurs, “what did you give her?”
“Dolphin blood. The most powerful vampire aphrodisiac known. Plus a little something I add to make it pop.”
“I will have to remember that.”
“Not to be taken lightly – you would have killed her if I were not here to match you.”
“She is not like other humans.”
“What do you say we call up a couple of men and watch them fuck her. It amuses me to watch humans fornicate – it is so very slow and awkward. Like tortoises.”
Trying to downplay his reaction, Eric says casually, “She is unconscious – better to find a girl who would scream.”
Mina frowns slightly, “I can rouse her easily.”
“Such a spectacle does not interest me. Perhaps the men can fuck each other and then double as a midnight snack?”
Mina rolls her eyes and with a quick sigh, she utters a foreign word and passes her hand over Eric’s face. He immediately falls asleep. She utters under her breath, “easier this way anyway.”
She closes her eyes as if to concentrate and a few moments later, there is a knock at the door. She leads two human men into the room. She studies them a moment and then speaks to them in a deep and commandingly steady voice.
Indicating Peia, she tells them, “you will both have sex with this woman. Be sure you come into her cunt. Twice each should do.”
Both begin to undress, but one of them hesitates, saying meekly “but she’s not awake.”
Mina glances downward to the man’s pants and then sighs.
“Awake,” she commands over Peia. As she begins to stir, Mina takes her chin in her hand and looks her directly in the eye. “These men are going to fuck you now. Help them get started.”
And with that, Peia sits up sleepily and reaches for the belt of the first man, unbuckling it, pulling down his pants and taking his limp cock in her mouth. The other man quickly finishes pulling off his pants and moves in behind her, lifting her back end onto her knees. She obliges by moving her legs slightly apart as the man awkwardly inserts himself and starts thrusting.
Mina sits back, looking bored, reaching for a magazine amidst the grunts and slaps and sucking noises.
Sometime later, she hears the guttural grunt accompanying the final thrusting slap and closes the magazine, tossing it back on the bed stand. She gestures for the men to stand in front of her.
Gesturing to the one on the left, she says “You, get dressed and go. You stay a moment.” They do as they are told. When the one has left, she quickly tears into the other’s throat, opening up an artery. She takes a drink, but then collects some blood into a bowl. She tosses the body off the bed. Then, sitting up, she cups her hand between her own legs, collecting the fluid that drips down. She submerges her hand in the bowl of blood. She then commands Peia to sit up and collects the semen in the same way, submerging it all in the bowl. She gestures for Peia to lie down, quickly putting her back to sleep. Holding her hand over Peia’s lower abdomen, Mina frowns briefly. She bites into her own wrist and drips some blood onto Peia’s skin, spreading it evenly over the area between the belly button and pubic hair. She then scoops up the blood mixture from the bowl and pours it onto Peia’s abdomen in a particular pattern while chanting some unknown words. She does the same to Eric. When all of the blood is gone from the bowl, Mina closes her eyes and chants more strongly – as she does, the blood mixture disappears from Peia and Eric’s skin. She takes a deep breath and then just shrugs casually.
Mina gets up, gets dressed and disappears. They do not hear from her again and remember little from the experience.
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The next night is spent disposing of the dead body, covering up the death and cleaning and repairing the bedroom. Throughout, Peia shows little emotion. At one point Eric feels the need to comment.
“I thought you would be upset.”
She had shrugged and responded, “People die. Don’t mistake me for a champion of the human race.”
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