I dedicate this story mainly to Chris, who stayed up with me all night until it was finished, even though she was sick. Thanks Chris. I owe you! Title : Changes Author : Zealot Rating : NC 17 Feedback : Send to Zealot1450@aol.com or just hit reply to the Archive you found it on. :o) But it's DEFINITELY welcomed. Archive : Please inform me first, shouldn't be any problem. I'm pretty easygoing lol Disclaimer : All the characters belong to me. :o) This story is an exceprt from an RPG I am in. It was mainly inspired by the runner of that list. But I've made it into a short smut story lol. I'm sure she won't mind, and if she does, piss on her lol. Just kidding jello. Summary : A vampire's human servant wants to be turned so that their love can be made public, this however makes a difficult decision for her to make. Notes : Carolina is a vampire. Paul is her servant. Those are the only characters really. All others are explained within the story. :o) Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Carolina walked into her apartment and flicked on the lights. As the place lit up, to her surprise she found she was surrounded by dozens of blood red roses. She looked to both corners of her eyes suspiciously, "How did who know how hungry that color makes me..." she joked to herself coldly. She walked to open of the roses which held a note that read: "Either you are softening, the rumors of your past are greatly overblown, or my young vamp is much more likable than I thought. I suggest that we meet. Tomorrow night, Dial will escort you, and your human servant. Nightwalker" "Nightwalker?" she said to herself. The Nightwalker is the Master of the City of Angels. He has been here in the States longer than most vampires, and is extremely old and powerful. "The nerve..." she said crumpling the note. "Haven't people ever heard of giving notice for these things. And then to insult me by mistaking the simple act of NOT killing his bitch for a fucking weakness!" Carolina took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Just then, Paul stepped in. His eyes took in the sight of the apartment full of red roses. He cleared his throat nervously, "Carolina, would you like anything?" He stepped up close behind her, kicking the door shut behind him. His body came so close to hers, she couldn't feel anything but the soothing heat radiating off of his body. He ducked his head just beside hers above her left shoulder. "Yeah," she said breathlessly, as her eyes fluttered shut, "You, a stiff drink, and a bubble bath...now...." She could feel him smile, "You go it." He slipped her leather jacket down her arms and laid it gently on the sofa in front of her. She kicked her shoes off as he unzipped her black tanktop and peeled the fitting material from her body and over her shoulders, to let it fall to the floor at his feet behind her. He loved when she wore nothing underneath her tops. She lifted her arms behind her head and held to his neck, he kissed the nape of hers as he unzipped her fitting black jeans. Her fare olive colored skin against the dark, jet black material was so sheik. He pulled her jeans down gently, his hands were rough against her silky skin. Carolina leaned her head back on his shoulder as he slipped them the rest of the way down. "I love the way you undress me," she said gruffly. "Glad to do it," he whispered in her ear, "I'll go get the drinks, and run the bubble bath...you sit tight," he kissed her neck and ran his hands over her stomach and backed away to go do as he said he would. Carolina went to her room and pulled her silk, black robe over her naked body and made her way slowly to the bathroom. When she walked into the spacious room filled with steam and the scent of her favorite oil, she instantly relaxed. As if out of no where, Paul came up behind her and removed her robe to hang it on a hook near the door. His hand on the small of her back, he led her into the room and held her hand to steady herself as she stepped into the foamy bubbles and deeper into the steamy water. Her knees together, she sunk deep into the water until only from her neck up was out of the water. Black hair was pulled up, only faint curls dangled here and there. She lay there, looking at her ring on her left middle finger. Looking upon the large diamond, and ancient carvings she appeared to be in a world all her own. Paul knelt behind her with a sponge and began dipping it into the warm water and running along her perfect skin. "One would imagine a child of darkness would be pale complexioned but you are golden, my lady. How is this so?" "You read too many Anne Rice novels, Paul," she sighed. "You've come into contact with other vampires before, have you never noticed that all complexions are different. You just become a paler shade of what you once were." "I see," he replied quietly, stroking along the top of her shoulder. "Do you miss being mortal?" "I miss the innocence of love and the truth in affection that mortals have. When you're immortal you see that you have all the time in the world to sleep with whomever you wish. There is no love, just sex and raw pleasure. Which, don't get me wrong, has it's own reward." Paul laughed quietly, then Carolina turned around to face him. He sat back on his haunches, his wrists resting on the tub sides. She stood on her knees, and placed a single hand on his bicep. Soapy water trailed down his muscle. "Come in with me," she beckoned. Without hesitation to his master's order, He stood and stepped in. She backed up to give him room, and he sat back with his legs on either side of her. Bubbles engulfed both of them, hiding the most secretive. Carolina curled her legs under her and scooted closer to him. She trailed a bubbly finger down the line in his chest, his body was a masterpiece in her eyes. So warm, and perfect. His eyes stayed on her face as she traced over every line, every curve, every muscle. She looked up into his silver eyes, they seemed to give off a black-light glow, yet appeared so soft, and lustful at times. She hardly understood how such eyes could convey so much emotion. She leaned in to kiss his soft, inviting lips. "Carolina," he said in a hushed whisper. "What is it, Paul?" she said closing the gap between them. She kissed his jawline, leading to his chin. "Why do you not change me?" "Change you?" she said pulling away to look at him, not understanding what he meant. "Yes, into a vampire," he said. His eyes were hopeful and it stung her. "You don't want to be, Paul, trust me. I know." "You do not know. We could be together that way." "We're together now, aren't we?" Paul shook his head, "Not like we could be. In public I must act like a servant to avoid you being persecuted. If I were like you, there would be no problems. I cannot even protect you when someone crosses you." Carolina laughed, "Paul I don't need protection." He looked at her not saying anything. "You don't know what you're asking for, Paul. I will not turn you, because I cannot turn you." "You can, but you won't," he said looking away. She pulled his face to hers defiantly, "I cannot, because my feelings for you won't allow it." She kissed him hard, drawing his face closer to hers. He put an arm around her and spread his fingers over her back. She stood up on her knees, pulling his other arm up and around her. It reached around her completely, holding her hips to his chest as he buried his face against her stomach. He said nothing, but his plea still hung in the air. She could feel it hanging around her. She stood up completely, and took his hand in hers and instructed him to follow her. He stood and stepped out of the tub onto the soft rug and helped her out as well. He looked at her curiously, wondering what she could have in mind. She pulled a towel out of the linen closet and instructed him not to move. She dried off his chest and arms and then wrapped the towel around his waist, tying it at his side. She grabbed her robe and pulled it around her, tying the belt lazily. She took his hand once more and pulled him to the bedroom. There she pulled him to the bed and backed him up against it. Taking the hint he sat down, keeping his eyes on her. She walked to the side of the bed and lit three white candles. She then walked to the other side and again lit three white candles. He watched her curiously, still unaware of what she might do. She never once made eye contact with him, however. Her solemn face showed her determination. She then walked back in front of him. Her eyes reflected the fire on the sides of the room, and only the fire, he noted. She leaned in close to him, and kissed him. Her and reached around the back of his neck and pulled him down onto the bed. His reached up and cupped her face, kissing her deeply, and passionately. Her nails scarped down his muscular chest, down his well defined abdominal to the towel. His skin was still moist from the bubble bath, as she pulled the towel back. He reached around her head and pulled the small clip that held her silky, black hair. He continued kissing her lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth, tickling the bottom of it. Her hand gripped his ear-length, dark hair. She pulled away from him slowly, staring hard into his eyes. Searching for something. She reached down between his legs and gently wrapped her hand around him, keeping her eyes on his. He grimaced pleasurably. He reached for her again, she removed her hand from his hair and placed it firmly on his chest. Her surprising strength kept him down, and her eyes changed, they became more evil. Clear, and light, only the fire of the candles burned in them. He wasn't sure if he liked this change. She began to pump her hand slowly and softly. He moaned slightly as she did so, and she merely watched, emotionless. She bent down and kissed from his ear down his neck and sucked on his collar bone as her lower hand continued to pleasure him. Her tongue played carelessly over his chest muscles. Paul's arms reach up to her and pressed into her back. His fingers dug into her skin gently, kneading her tight muscles. Carolina sat up, curling her legs on either side of his body, her hand left his hardened cock and began untying her robe. She pulled it seductively down her arms and let it fall to the floor behind her at the foot of the bed. Paul put his hands down on her knees and let them slide up and down her thighs, caressing them. Carolina crawled up over his tall body, Paul instinctively backed up until his shoulders reached the soft, satin covered pillows at the head of the bed. Carolina bent her head down and flicked her tongue over one of his nipples, a moan escaped Paul's mouth. He grabbed her face and gently pulled it to his, leaning forward to kiss her. She welcomed it this time. She creeped up him like a cat, and pressed herself against him. He kissed down her cheek and clamped his warm lips on her throat. A hard sigh escaped her lips and her eyes closed. Her slick body ran smooth against his fingers that were grazing over anything they could reach. He reached down for her knee and pulled her leg up his side. His hand then ran down her thigh and over her buttocks, squeezing her closer to him. Her eyes stared into the fire of the candle as she allowed him full access to her body. His mouth traveled down her throat and he lowered himself down her body to kiss her chest. His hand massaged her breast and took her nipple into his mouth. Her breathing grew heavy and she ran her hand over the top of his head, entwining her fingers in his hair. His eyes looked up to her as he ran his tongue between her breasts. Carolina gasped and pulled back, arching her back away from him. She leaned down and kissed him hard, stealing the breath from his lungs. His hands gripped her hips, grinding into her. She brought her lips close to his ear, "Is this what you really want?" It came out as a hiss, similar to a snake's. "Yes," he said breathlessly. She sat up and he entered her slowly, a moan escaping her lips as she pressed her body farther down on him. He held fast to her hips, moving her body in slow circles as she rode him. His face twisting into a grimace, gritting his teeth while he thrust into her. He sat up pulling her body close to his as they continued to move in a slow rhythm. He sucked and nibbled the tops of her breasts as she hugged him to her. Her fingers gripped his damp hair, pulling his head back so that he faced her. She glared down into his eyes, fire dancing against her pupils. She looked so different to him now. Angrier, fiercer, almost dangerous. His mouth opened, gasping for air. She bent her head forward and pressed her mouth to his. The kiss was hard and deep. Blood began to trickle down his cheek from his mouth. He felt the pain but it only seemed to excite him more. She pulled away quickly, a look of shock and almost fear for a split second. She leaned to his ear and once more asked him, "Are you sure you want what I'm about to give you?" He kissed her neck, feeling the scar left by the one that turned her. Bringing the question into reality for him. "Yes, I want it," he answered, his lips dragging along her skin. They fell back against the bed. She held on to the headboard and began to ride him harder. He looked up at her as he pulled her hips harder and harder down against his. He began to moan indecipherable words. She jerked her body to him slower, she pulled her arms back to his sides. She kissed him again, both moaning into each other's mouth. She kissed his cheek lovingly, and down his jawline, to the side of his neck. Her lips traced over his warm, salty skin, feeling for the jugular. It wasn't hard to find, but when she did, she clamped her lips over it, feeling his heart beat to the timing of his thrusts. Her fangs ran up and down it, feeling for a soft spot. She pressed her teeth down. He cried out and she stopped. He came inside of her, she knew because she felt the sudden warm gush within her body. When his eyes opened, she looked down into them, a small tear fell from dead eyes. She climbed off of him slowly, and sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slumped and her head in her hands. "Carolina," Paul began. "I'm sorry, Paul, I can't give you what you want," she said and stood. She walked to the closet and quickly dressed, refusing to meet his gaze. Just as she was about to walk out the door, he called to her, "Carolina, I-" "You'll never understand," she said quietly, and left.