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Yours, Mine, and Ours or The Van Helsing Stake	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What have Ryan and I gotten ourselves into? One minute, we’re working on a cursed object recovery, the next we’re being served up as a feast to two incredibly attractive, incredibly powerful vampires. I have to admit that being fed on was surprisingly orgasmic. I still tingle a little thinking about Eric and Pam between my thighs.
          It seemed like Ryan enjoyed it too. In fact, his excitement was painfully obvious. But if he felt what I was feeling when they fed on us, I don’t blame him. As Eric had stated, “Impressive, but perfectly natural.”
          Maybe I was a bit hasty saying that Ryan and I would be ‘theirs’, but it seemed like the best course of action. This way, no other vampires will be able to claim us. I’d much rather take our chances with Eric and Pam than any of the other unknown vampires out there in Shreveport. Besides, they’re so charming, in a cool, cunning, and calculated sort of way. Pam has this air of superiority about her that is rather intimidating. Eric also echoes this, but tends to come off a little more disarming than his female progeny.
          I’m rather blown away by the reveal of vampire culture and the terminology used therein. True Death. Progeny. Makers. Vampire Authority. It’s a lot to take in. I feel the danger, but after Ryan and I agreed to be theirs, I also feel an overwhelming sense of protection from them. Eric and Pam aren’t going to let anything bad happen to us. There’s a sort of thrilling comfort in that.
          After their feast, they urged us to pile back into the Buick in order to show us the location of the fledgling vampire Billy Ray. We find it relatively easy; the trailer is about a mile out on the highway on the outskirts of Shreveport. Once the location is pointed out and catalogued in our memory banks, Eric swings us by a drug store and is in and out in the blink of an eye, tossing us a bottle in the backseat.
          “B vitamins.” He says impishly, “For your strength.”
          “Y’all are gonna need it.” Pam chimes in.
          Ryan clears his throat, “Thanks.”
          Eric steers us back into the parking lot of the Fantasy Palace, parking the car and handing Ryan the keys, “This is where we part ways for the night. I’m taking it you two need your rest.”
          Well, Eric’s not wrong. I’m feeling rather exhausted at the moment. And it is getting late. “Yeah, we should probably rest up for tomorrow.” I agree as Ryan and I slide out of the Buick’s backseat.
          Pam and Eric are out of the car in a literal blink of an eye. It’s amazing how fast they can move. Their powers are beyond impressive. Eric palms our hotel room key in my hand, “Until tomorrow night, then, Goddess.” He says lowly in my ear, caressing an errant strand of hair and smoothing it back from my face.
          “Don’t forget, Puppy,” Pam says to Ryan, running a hand on his cheek, “High noon. Get him while the sun is high in the sky.”
          Ryan nods as he’s caught in her gaze. She gives him a lingering kiss and I find myself feeling a pang of jealousy, but only momentarily because Eric is now brushing his lips with mine. Wow. Eric Northman is an incredible kisser. And I thought I felt dizzy *before*. I can barely register what is happening when they switch places, Pam now granting me a thrilling kiss as Eric places a chaste kiss on Ryan’s mouth. It’s incredibly beautiful; Ryan and Eric’s lips joining in that way. I am overcome with a rush of arousal as Pam nibbles on my bottom lip and find myself responding to her affections.
          “Mmm, delicious.” Pam exudes as she pulls back from our embrace, “Pleasant dreams.”
          Then suddenly, they’re gone in a blur into the night sky. Ryan and I stand in stunned silence for a beat before dreamily making our way to our suite. Of course, Eric Northman would get us the honeymoon suite for our stay here. He claimed it was the only room available in town, though, and I suppose beggars can’t be choosers. The heart shaped bed in the center of the room looks simultaneously inviting and intimidating. Ryan and I take turns in the shower, slipping into our bedtime attire with a sense of mild disbelief. I toss him a purple satin-covered pillow, “At least the couch looks comfortable,” I tell Ryan, “but I’m calling the bed.”
          “Or we could be like Pam and Eric and share.” He cracks at me, grinning.
          I take him in, standing halfway across the room in his Talking Heads t-shirt and black boxers. I can see why Pam calls him Puppy. Ryan can’t help but be absolutely adorable. He keeps giving me that dimple laden grin and I find myself playing along, “Share, Ryan?” I arch an eyebrow and purse my lips to suppress my smile.
          “Hey, it’s a big bed.” Ryan presses, venturing over and settling in on one side, fluffing the pillow I had thrown at him and placing it under his head.
          I sigh loudly, relentingly as I settle myself into the other side. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve shared a hotel bed. And this one is decidedly more massive than most, “Fine, we’ll share.” I say as I snuggle into my pillow and turn on my side to face him. “What an utterly bizarre day, am I right?”
          “The most bizarre. Pam and Eric are something else.” Ryan gives a little nervous laugh as he shifts in his position to look at me. “How weird is it that we’re *theirs*.”
          I nod in agreement, “And who’s to know what that entails? It’s all very mysterious.”
          “I still can’t get over the fact that we were fed on by vampires tonight. What a Shreveport welcome, huh?” Ryan says sleepily, hair mussing on his pillow.
          “Yeah. It was…oddly nice.” I reply, gifting him with a giant understatement regarding the feeling of calm orgasmic bliss when Eric and Pam suckled my blood from my inner thighs. Definitely one of the most pleasant surprises of my life.
          “I felt that too.” Ryan admits, “Euphoric.”
          “Tomorrow’s going to be really dangerous.” I comment with a little fear in my voice, “If the vampire we’re supposed to kill is just as strong as Eric, I seriously fear for our safety.”
          “We’ll be careful. When we get up tomorrow we should look through that chest Pam and Eric left here. Take an inventory of all our weapons.” Ryan tells me, pulling the red satin comforter over his shoulder, his eyes getting heavier.
          “Good idea.” I yawn, “Wow, I’m exhausted.”
          “Being vampire food will do that to you, I guess.” Ryan yawns back, “Weird about the silver, right? I always thought that was a werewolf thing.”
          “Yeah, but it’s good information to be armed with. Just in case we need any future protection against unknown vampires.” I murmur sleepily into my pillow.
          “When you’re right, you’re right. G’night, Micki.”
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