This was done sooner than I anticipated but it felt right so here it is.
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Chapter 2: Meeting the Leech.
Vulferam stared at the beautiful woman, her fangs were undeniably vampire and it made him nervous. He prepared himself for an attack from the succubus.
Within an instant her features softened and her teeth retracted to a more human appearance, "I'm only kidding, come on in," she smiled waving him in.
Apprehensively Vulferam passed the vampire and stood in the middle of the moderately small room. An examination table stood in the corner and a cupboard filled with medical supplies on the opposite side above a desk. There were no windows in the room that was painted an antique yellow with white trimming.
Lissia closed the door and walked around Vulferam to face him, "so, a werewolf," she smiled, "we have no records of you."
"I do not see how you could have my service records as you are English and I am German," he calmly responded.
"Your immortal records which are not hindered by the mortal conflict," Lissia sat in her chair and looked the man over, "how old are you?"
He folded his arms across his chest, "one and a half thousand years, give or take."
She took what he said down on a not pad, "born or turned?"
"Turned."
She paused and looked up at him, "before the restriction, interesting." She stood up and began to check his more recent wounds where his uniform was damaged. "Did you know you were going to be turned?"
"No, I was victim to a young woman in a tavern," he explained, "I killed her when she bit me but it was too late."
"You did her a favour," she replied nonchalantly, "I read that the punishment for such acts was to be torn apart by the rest of the pack. A slow and painful way to die."
"I did not realise," he shifted from one foot to the other. "I have been careful not to do the same to anyone I have been with since," he explained.
"You needn't have worried," the woman said as she began to remove his tattered shirt, "due to a lot of impatient young weres the ability to change a human into a were or anything else for that matter became a lot harder to do." Her fingers expertly found every bullet he had in his chest, not only the ones from the previous evening but from previous conflicts he had been in. He was sure there were arrow heads in there as well but he could not be sure. "My my you have been through a lot my dear captain."
The intimate contact from the woman made him uncomfortable, his past experiences with vampires usually led to him killing them. This was new to him, she seemed almost sincere in her behaviour.
"Lay down please," she indicated to the examination table in the corner. The wolf did as he was asked and laid down. He was a bit too tall for the bed with his feet and half of his lower legs hung over the edge. She went to the cupboards and retrieved a syringe and a phial of clear liquid, a scalpel and a kidney dish. Vulferam eyed her cautiously as she placed them on the chair next to the bed. "A little anaesthetic to dull the pain," she said filling the syringe and injecting it into the area of his chest where the shot gun had hit him.
His chest tingled slightly before it went completely numb. He tried to prop himself up to see what she was doing only to have her shake her head and push him down with an unseen hand which was as gentle as her touch before.
He laid there and waited for her to finish what she was doing. He closed his eyes and tried to relax but the slight tugging on the surrounding flesh disturbed him. Before too long the tell tale sign of metal hitting metal rang through the room as the first pellet extracted was dropped into the kidney dish. He let his mind wander to other places as Lissia extracted another twenty or so pellets along with various other bullets and slugs from bygone era.
"I must say," she said as she worked lower to his abdominals, "you do not know how to duck do you?"
He smiled at her comment, "projectiles have become faster over the last few hundred years." His eyes caught hers as she chanced a glance up at him, her green eyes sparkled in the incandescent light of Edison's most famous invention and he found he could not look away.
"You are quite right," she finally replied and returned to removing the vast amount of metal from his torso. "Shit," she cursed after nearly an hour of searching his body, "I need to get another kidney tray." She pulled off her gloved and grabbed another trey out of the cupboard.
"You're not one for hygiene are you?" he asked, watching her behaviour.
"You are not as fragile as humans are," she put another pair of gloves on and continued, "besides a prisoner with any sort of injury are sent to a hospital before they come here. I usually only deal with minor maladies, anything major is taken out of my hands." She moved down checking his hips and removing every bit of shrapnel she found along the way. "Your going to have to roll over."
Vulferam felt strange at those words, he wanted to laugh as the absurdity of the blatant command one would usually give to their pet dog. He did as she asked and the doctor began to check his back. With the anaesthetic working like a charm he felt completely relaxed. "How old are you?" he asked before he could stop himself.
Lissia laughed at his spontaneous question, "Old enough," she replied, yanking another lead slug from his body and dropping it in the tray. "Let's just say that I had the good fortune to meet the last of the Egyptian pharaohs and experience Pompeii before Vesuvius roared and snuffed out the city."
"You don't look that old," he turned as best he could from his prostrate position to look at her again. There was something about her that made him want to look at her. "Any Roman orgies?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
"Too many to remember," she responded with an equally devious grin, "though I would advise you keep your thoughts pure for the time being to avoid any embarrassment later." She indicated for him to lay back down which he did reluctantly. While she had the chance, she checked his neck for any artefacts and caught a scent that was an odd combination of machine oil and honey mead. Unconsciously licking her lips at the delightfully sweet scent and began to wonder what his blood would taste like. Inhaling deeply the honey mead fragrance was more dominant than that of the machine oil which would have come from his years working around the aircraft he flew in.
"I have nothing to be embarrassed about," he smugly replied.
"You are in England now, Mr. Tresler," she chuckled at his obvious ticklish nature as she felt along his ribs, "Sex and anything to do with it does not exist," she teased.
"What a shame," his mocking reply loaded with unspoken promises, "a woman like yourself should never sleep alone, that would be a crime I will not permit to occur."
Doctor Bowen shivered at his words, he was the very image of what a wolf should be; tall, broad, muscular and an air of dominance that every werewolf possessed and all these traits in abundance. "I am a vampire, I never sleep alone," she retorted in a playful arrogance. She tapped his leg for him to sit up.
"Than I willingly volunteer my services," he smiled with a wiggle of his eyebrow.
Lissia hooked her finger in his waistband of his slacks, "these will have to come off." She visibly blushed when she saw that not only he had found their banter arousing, he had escaped the confines of his underwear by over six inches.
Being a were, Vulferam had no shame about his naked body and took great delight in watching Lissia as he removed the last of his clothing. She openly gaped at his nudity and the sinfully large appendage that stood out proudly from his body looking as lean as the rest of him. The unmistakable aroma of her excitement made his triumphant grin widen. The complete dozen of his nipples all tingled at her appraisal, "you can touch me again if you like."
