The Bat and the Wolf

"What year is it and who are you?"

The words were of little consequence to Alexander, it was the voice that captivated him. Though she spoke with a heavy accent, thanks to the knowledge contained within even just a drop or two of his blood was enough to have her speaking perfect English. Her voice had a lilting quality to it, a soft tone that promised undeniable pleasures were it to be whispered into his ear. Yet there was also the promise of extreme and bloody violence were she to be angered, if their first meeting was anything to go by at least.

He twitched, returning to the present as she continued to stare at him, awaiting an answer she had not yet received. Clearing his throat, he collected his thoughts and shifted in place.

"It's uh... 2024 and my name is Alexander Harris. What's your name?" He asked, watching as her eyes widened, sitting back down on the decrepit bed in shock. It was hard to think that a vampire could be shocked by anything, but perhaps that was merely because he'd seen so many Hollywood depictions of vampires that were cool and collected all the time and nothing ever surprised them. It was easy to forget that they were human once and still operated by human rules in some ways.

"2024...that's...has it really been that long?" She muttered to herself, shaking her head and setting blood red locks-a-swishing. Her gaze hardened quickly however and refocused on him. "And what is your purpose in my lands, Alexander Harris? From where do you hail?"

He shifted once more, raising his hands and shrugging before letting the drop onto his lap.

"Honestly, I'm here on vacation. Never been to Romania before so I figured I might as well take the plunge and see what there is. As for where I hail from, I come from America." He felt being honest with her was probably the best idea, though as she digested the information she just looked more confused.

"America... I do not know this place. Who controls it?" She asked.

"Well... Americans do. Though I suppose at the start it was Britain that controlled it, as it was originally a bunch of their colonies that rebelled and...and this is a longer story than I think I can really do justice, so I'll tell you more later. All you need to know is that it's very far away on its own continent. Needless to say, the world is very different and I'd be happy to help you figure everything out...if you want my help that is."

She frowned slightly, still quite confused but willing to humor him for now.

"And why did you wake me? Surely you know our kinds do not typically mix?" She asked, and he sighed.

"Well that was entirely an accident. Maybe next time you build some sorta hidden resting chamber, don't make the wake up button part of the floor?" At this she straightened, then nodded in a manner that suggested she saw his logic. "And what's this about our kind not mixing? Like we tend to fight each other or something?"

"Duly noted... And yes, that is precisely it. Nobody really knows why we do, but we tend to come to hostilities when in close proximity. I know of a few covens and packs that attempted to mingle cordially, but that did not last long and ended rather messily." She stood, pacing around the room and crossing her arms under her ample bust.

"Ah... well then we're probably going to have a problem?" He rubbed the back of his neck, a hint of blush appearing in his cheeks as she looked at him. "See... I'm kinda getting this irresistible urge to be near you. Believe me I've never felt something like this before but I think I have an inkling of-"

"You mean to say that I am your legătură sufletească? Ech, your soul bond?" She was immediately in his face and for spending however many centuries stuck in a fancy box, she smelled really good to Alexander, his blush only deepening at the proximity.

"I dunno what that is..." He murmured, turning his head away and trying to put a little distance between them, only to find his back pressed against the wall and her breasts starting to smoosh against his chest.

"Your mate, werewolves mate for life you know, and while you may consort with others before finding them, once you find your mate, you're loyal to them and only them till the day you die. And here you are, describing the soul bond and you say it is with me." Her voice had lowered, her beautiful ice blue eyes narrowing slightly. "Hmmm... Fascinating. This is a first I believe, never before has a werewolf formed such a connection with a vampire, or anyone that isn't either human or were for that matter. Not recorded at least, knowing our shared history, I suspect any instances of this would have been stricken from the record."

"Yeah, okay that's great and all but could you maybe get your tits off my chest?" He asked, a soft, canine whine leaving his very human throat as he felt his pants starting to tighten slightly. She raised a brow, nearly saying something before her nostrils flared and she took a deep breath, tasting his unwanted arousal in the air. With a soft chuckle she stepped back, but not too far and planted her hands on her hips.

"My my... So you're not just making it up, you really are soul bonded to me. Were I anyone else I'd use this against you but...perhaps we can figure this out in a manner that isn't one sided."

He grunted, not so subtly adjusting his pants in an attempt to get comfortable.

"And uh... how would we go about doing that?" He asked, and she straightened her back with a broad smile.

"You will take me to this America place and teach me the ways of this era. I would drink your blood to learn such things but it is...well it tastes horrible. Don't take it personally, all werewolf blood tastes horrible to us vampires, just as ours would taste awful to you and yours. Yet another reason we've been at odds since the inception of our two species. In return, I shall attempt to cultivate this bond of ours and also shower you with material wealth, of which I have much." She seemed pretty pleased by this plan of hers, yet Alexander just looked at her like she'd grown a second head.

"So," he clapped his hands together, brow furrowing. "If I'm hearing you correctly, in return for taking you to my country and teaching you all you need to know about the world, you'll give me money and be my girlfriend?"

"In essence, yes. Though I do not believe you have much choice in the matter, you are soul bonded to me after all and that restricts you from courting anyone else, man or woman. Though I suppose it doesn't stop you from enjoying group sessions if such things were to happen... I wonder if that's even a thing, I'll have to look into whether or not werewolves can participate in orgies-" She began to think aloud to herself, looking at him but not really AT him and he waved his hands before she could muse further.

"Let's not think about orgies at the moment, yeah? Let's be a little more serious. Considering what you've said about the relations between our two species, do you really think it's a good idea to remain in close proximity, soul bond or not?" He asked, and she shrugged.

"I don't see why not, it's not like you'd be able to willingly hurt or kill me thanks to the bond. And because of it I might not find your presence aggravating to the point of hostility. Besides, it will give us more insight into this whole thing and perhaps... Perhaps I might even come to feel about you the same way you feel about me. But to reach that point you shall have to court me properly and effectively, like any normal relationship." She stared at him and he tried to find some sort of fault in what she'd said and yet he couldn't. So with a deep, deep sigh and slumped shoulders, he relented.

"Alright, fine, I'll take you to America and teach you, but first we'll have to figure out how to get you there without being detained, or stuck on a flight during the day. And before you ask, I'll explain later. Right now we need to get you something different to wear... Though I suppose we could just say you're really committed to a bit and...what are you doing?" Alexander paused as she started to disrobe right before him, and his question made her pause.

"You said I needed a change of clothes, therefore I am changing clothes."

"Yes, I see that, but why are you changing in front of me?" Again the whine started to creep into his voice.

"We are a couple now, are we not? We should be comfortable with such things like changing in front of one another." She sounded so sincere and he was starting to get the feeling she'd never actually had a date before, or rather, had been courted. Of course he didn't know her before today so he had no idea what kinda stuff she'd been up to five hundred years ago, so perhaps he was wrong.

"I guess we are but how about we save all of that for when we're not standing in the middle of a dark, dilapidated and very dusty bedroom? It ain't exactly the most romantic of places now is it?"

She pondered his words then nodded, seeing his reasoning and thus ceasing her disrobing. She glanced over his shoulder however and hissed softly, recoiling away from him. Confused, he turned and saw the reason for her discomfort, as the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon.

"Let's get you someplace without windows, shall we?" He motioned towards the hidden staircase, and she quickly bolted for it, leaving behind wisps of inky shadow as she did. A neat trick she had, no wonder vampires were always depicted as being very fast, she was gone in the blink of an eye. With a sigh he gathered up his pack and camping gear before following after her.

Down in the resting chamber he found her sitting at the foot of the stone coffin that had housed her, chin in her hands and elbows resting on her legs. She looked annoyed and rather bored, now and then checking for dirt under her nails.

"I'm not gonna break anything if I set up a tent will I? I know we're indoors and whatnot but it'll afford you some privacy if you want to sleep through the day." He asked, and she sat up a little straighter, looking at the floor for a moment before shaking her head and settling in to watch him rather intently.

Setting up the tent was easy, he'd done it a thousand times and luckily being underground meant he didn't have to deal with wind trying to blow it all away. And while yes, that did mean he also didn't have to anchor the tent, he did so, placing steel spikes against the floor and using a hammer to drive them home, each with a single strike. Sure was nice to have superhuman strength sometimes.

Next came the sleeping bag, of which he only had one and then set an alarm on his phone as he prepared the cooking equipment. "Your chambers are ready, your ladyship." He bowed slightly and swept an arm towards the tent. She chuckled and slowly stood, sauntering over and peering inside.

"Times really have changed, I both look forward to and dread learning just how much it has." She slipped into the tent and settled in, a thought coming to her as she did.

"You know, I never did catch your name, mind sharing?" Alexander asked, and the vampire paused, chewing softly on her bottom lip.

"It is Minerva, Minerva Vãduva." Her voice was soft, almost a purr and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He rolled the name over his tongue a few times, finding that it was rather fitting for a vampire like her.

"Pretty, fitting as well and I-" He paused, noting that her hand had extended from the tent flap, beckoning him to come close. He found himself slowly standing, compelled by some unknown force though it felt alien as it wrapped around his mind. Was this Minerva's work? Perhaps, yet he found he had not the strength to question it, to question her. Instead he found himself stood right before the tent, his back ramrod straight and eyes glued to the top of the tent. "Min-Minerva... what's going on, I can't-guh!"

He gasped as he felt dextrous fingers tug at his belt, popping the buttons of his jeans and in a single, deft motion, pulled both his pants and boxers down, revealing his cock to the cool underground air.

"Relax, little puppy, you needn't worry. Relax, and enjoy my thanks." Her words, though whispered, echoed in his ears like not so distant thunder. He felt her fingertips on his now hardening length, a shudder running through him as she touched and examined his cock. The more bestial side of him was a touch miffed at being called 'puppy' and 'little', but it too could not deny that having someone else, especially a very beautiful woman such as Minerva touching his cock was a most pleasant sensation.

He was just about to say something, or try to at the very least, when she engulfed his half erect cock with her mouth. For an undead, her mouth was warm, soothing and though he felt her fangs against this most precious of appendages, he didn't fear too much, for his cock seemed to fit perfectly between those fangs. She moaned around it, suckling on the half-flaccid length and coaxing it to full stiffness with her tongue, which swirled around his now bulbous head. His hands rose and gripped the edges of the tent's roof, his head tilting back as he lost himself in the ocean of pleasure that was her mouth.

She began to bob her head, never letting it poke out of the tent and she used her mouth to draw his hips closer with every bobbing suck she conducted, each forward motion taking him deeper till he felt his head brush against the back of her throat. And then she reached out and grabbed his hips, yanking him in closer by those last few inches, sheathing him fully in her mouth and throat, a guttural moan tearing past her stretched lips.

The groan that left Alexander was not human in any way, and he wanted nothing more than to pull free and tear open the tent to ravage her like a beast in rut. Yet her psychic will was far stronger than his and held him fast, leaving him to quiver in anticipation even as his canines lengthened and fingernails grew into wicked claws.

She continued her bobbing, moaning as she repeatedly took him to the hilt, and finally he could not hold back, roaring as his cock throbbed and began to spurt weeks of pent up seed down her throat. Greedily she drank, audible gulps leaving the tent and only spurring on his orgasm, draining the heavy balls she was suddenly holding gently in her palm. His vision began to swim, the minor changes to his form reverted, and he was at last freed from his vampiric domination when the last of his cum was left upon her tongue. She swallowed one more time, then licked him clean, leaving his deflating cock to air dry with a kiss upon the tip and a little giggle.

"Sleep now, my wolf, we have a long day ahead of us after all." She purred, and he nodded, wearily pulling up his boxers and pants before collapsing just outside the tent. He swore he caught a brief flash of bare, pale skin through the slightly open flap, but it mattered little to him as sleep came on swift wings and bore with them pleasant dreams.

Dreams of soft flesh and warm mouths.