Of Dragons and Dark Spells...

**Canterbury, England**

William landed in a dark alley, taking off his day gear, the UV protective glasses, micro fiber ski-mask and gloves, the ultra tight weave saved him from the sun-light. He tucked it all away in his saddle bag. Walking out he smiled, lots of University students. He wasn’t aware that it was a muggle holiday, but was pleased with the unplanned cover. Looking at his watch he smiled.
~Two hours till sunup, plenty of time to find a snack...~
He really didn’t stand out from any of the others on the street, except for his sharp good looks and lightning blond hair, he was aware for the glances he was getting every now and then. But only a small group caught his eye, three girls, late teens early twenties maybe. The leader a tall curvy one with coffee hair that brushed her shoulders andred stands throughout, her skin the color of pale cream.
“I’m Iniga*.” Then nodding to the girl on her left, her long finger braided hair like the darkest forest green with streaks like a new leaf, her skin brown the bark of a cinnamon tree, her body more angular than, ‘s, but still very feminine. “This is Cerelia*. And this is Ghita*.” nodding the girl on her right. Her blond short spiky hair tipped in electric blue, her skin like peaches, her figure thin and delicate.
“William.” He said introducing himself. “How may I help you ladies?”
“I think it’s more how we can help you.” Iniga said with a smile. “How about buying us a drink and talking about it.
“Lead the way.” Agreeing he followed them to a small outdoor cafe’.
“Oh how is it that you can help me?” William asked interested, ignorring his coffee, wing ing them drink.
“We are blessed with quick healing, you may drink from us for a price. As much as you like and you cannot kill us.” She said with a smile resting her hand on her hip.
“Really?” He said smirking slightly.
“You’ll find that we each have our very own unique bouquet.”
“Very well then.” William said watching them each very carefully. “I’ll meet you all in half an hour at the Zrekolo Inn, I assume you know where it is.” He said knowingly.
“Of course we do.”
“Ask for Will’s Room.” With that the vampire walked away vanishing into the crowd.

**Zrekolo Inn**

The building looked shabby and worn, a rusty cast iron sign hung off a beam that looked as if it was about to fall off its chains. But the inside was rich and warm, clean! Walking up to the main desk he waited for the older demon to look up from his paper. He looked extremely human with the exception of his shining blue-green skin, and pointed ears, “Ah hello there young fella. What can I do ya for?” He said hardly above a whisper, then looking up.
“Room for the day. Privet bath and fireplace.”
“Ah yes, Mr...”
“William...” He said, not giving out any more information. “I’d like a bottle of your best brandy sent up to the room as well.
“Of course Mr. William, and your total is 343 pounds, how will you be paying? Cash or Credit?” The asked elderly demon his kindly eyes looking at him from under his reading glasses.
“Credit, and I’d like a 2000 pounds back in cash as well as another 300 galleons.” Will said laying down a black piece of plastic, void of company or country of origin, just a credit number and a gold border of triangles. The inn Keepers looked at him with an arched brow. Only the extremely rich could afford a card like this, and yet if he wasn’t the true owner of the card the gold would have vanished the second he laid it down.
“Very good sir.” He said not asked for a signature or and ID. Handing him back the card, money and a room key he smiled. “Room 213, your brandy will be waiting for you. Is there anything else?”
“Yes I’m expecting some friends over with in the hour. Send them up to my room for me.” Will said laying down a 100 pound note for the inn Keeper, before walking away, a maid leading him to his room.

“Is there anything else Sir?” The maid asked before leaving.
“No love, just make sure I’m not bothered for the rest of the evening, except my three lady friends.” Will said handing her a 50lb. then shutting the door. Taking a quick shower he cleaned himself up, then setting out four glasses, he poured a small amount of brandy in each and waited. Less than 10 minuet later, he heard a knock on the door, opening it he smiled. “Ello, come in then.” He said nodding as he shut the door behind them.
“1000 pounds or 200 galleons.” Ingia said as she sipped from the glass Will offered. “We don’ take Americana dollars...” The other two down there drinks then sat down on the bed.
“Fine with me.” Will said as he set his empty glass down on the night stand. He barely brushed his lips along Cerelia’s neck the cinnamon skin sending a fire through his body, as Ghita’s blue tipped fingers undid his shirt making short work of the buttons. Then licking him above his navel, Will took her chin in his hand before kissing her softly, she bit her own tongue and let the blood touch his. He hissed his game face on suddenly, carefully biting into the tender almost childlike flesh of her fore arm. Drinking the warm liquid, her blood brought him to the edge of an ocean, he taste the salt in her veins the coolness of the water, her moans weree the the wind over a sandy beach. She sucked avidly on his fingers, her tongue brushing along the pads as if trying to trace the faded finger prints, her teeth nipped. His own moan mingled with hers, the ocean roared in his ears.
“My turn!” He felt Ghita’s arm being pulled away from him as Cerelia took his mouth. Her full lips brushed his nipple, taking one of her own sharp nails, she drew a line on breast, above her dark nipple. He eagerly took her breast in his mouth, tongue swirling around the erect nipple, the blood flowing in to him. He found himself in a forest dark with hidden secrets, her blood was the life giving nectar of the trees, covering him, like morning dew him. Cerelia kissed his ear lobes and he could the wind in the trees, rustling them. He could feel the age of the trees and wisdom, the everlasting nurturing. Thick, sweet, like honey, and heavy on his tongue. Almost enough to make him visit the living jungles of Africa or hermit himself in the black forests of Germany.
“Now me... I hope you’re ready for this.” Iniga said unzipping his pants, removing them completely.
“Only if let me have some fun too.” He growled grabbing her by the hips.
“Fine with me.” She laughed, opening herself to him. He bit her inner thigh, she moaned as he sucked, using his tongue to every now and then to toy with her heat. Returning the favors, she took him in her mouth. her growled biting her again on her outer labia, using his tongue to drink the fiery liquid that fell slowly coating her sensitive skin. She felt her self being lifted higher as his hand drew her closer to his fanged mouth, the tongue and lips doing the exactly right thing, experienced from many many years of practice. His own body surrounded in fire, like your first sip of whisky after a long day. The fire between his legs was raging as badly as the fire in his throught, his drank hungrily, burning him like nothing he had ever had before. The firceness of the fire raising as they both felt the height of the fire about to reach it’s pinnacle. “Oh, My Goddess!!!” She cried out suddenly her body burning
her deep inside. Me while he almost roared as her blood because almost twice as strong her orgasm adding to the
fire in her blood, he came as well, finishing her off with a last firm lick, kissing her clitoris. She mean while had
swallowed up the clear viscous cum.




*******Notes******
Italian Names...
Iniga- Fiery
Cerelia- Fertile
Ghita- Pearl

I thought I should throw yall a bone for hanging in there with me. And I swear to the gods the next chapter will have real explinations as well as Draco... *sigh* Draco... By the way wad\'ya think of this chapter? For real I wanna know.

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