Meeting Again -Tristan-

[Maci Deshane Holland]

The night was young, and a red corvette pulled into the parking lot. The door opened and a young girl stepped out, she was wearing a short jean skirt, red stilettos heels that clicked when she walked,and she had on a red low cut tee shirt that was perhaps a bit too low.Her long blonde was was curled and seemed to hold each curl almost perfectly. Her eyes were lined in thick black eyeliner, and her lips were a glossy nude color. She shut the car door and locked it, as she made her way to the entrance of the club. She simply walked in, she didn't have to wait in line. That was one of the perks of the club owner being your 'brother' in a way.

She walked in and the club was packed, there was several young girls who couldn't have been older then 20. They were all dancing provocativly, hoping to catch the eyes of some vampires. Maci rolled her eyes, and made her way over to the bar. "True Blood. AB Negative." She ordered in her thick German accent. The bartender handed her the bottled blood, and Maci popped the lid off. She took a drink, it was not as good as the real thing. It had been a few days since Maci had fed from humans, the whole time she had been in Shreveport she'd been drinking True Blood. When she went back to Houston she would have to call a human over from the vampire friendly hotel that was in town. They always had a supply of willing humans, and always gave their Sheriff free ones.

She walked around a club, as a older guy came up to her. "Hey babe. I've always wanted to fuck a vampire chick, and lucky for you I want you to be that vampire." He said, Maci could smell the alcohol coming off him in waves. It was clear he'd had one too many, she glared at him and her fangs became present. "Nicht einmal in euren Träumen. Wenn ich jemals etwas mit Ihnen wäre es Entleeren Sie betrunken Arsch aller dein Blut!." She spoke in her native tongue. Which in Englished translated into 'Not even in your dreams. If I ever did anything with you, it would be draining you drunk ass of all your blood!'. But Maci didn't expect him to know that, she spotted a table in the back and made her way to it. She sat down and crossed her legs, taking another sip of her True Blood.

[Tristan Andrew Edwards]

Sex pistols blared through the parking lot as the long black Chevy roared into the vampire bar parking lot, every head turned instinctively to face the vehicle as the blonde haired vamp kicked the door open, his lithe body clad in leather a bright green silk shirt topping off the ensemble. A cigarette dangled from his mouth as he shut the door on the groaning body of a 19year old cheer leader from Shreveport high school.

Tristan crunched through the gravel his heavy boots kicking up the small pebbles as his long black trench coat sweeped out behind him, the vampire on the door glared at him, as he approached "Cheer up love, maybe later you will get the chance to touch me" laughing loudly as he flicked his cigarette at the woman's face he pushed open the red leather doors, stretching his arms out wide as he announced "Never fear, the fun is here" Every face in the room swept up to look at him before the doors shut, closing out the night again, the vampires in the room growled slightly and went back to their drinks, the human girls sweeping across the floor each of them preening themselves to gain his attention.

Picking up a couple by their shoulders he swept them to the bar, slamming his fist on the counter and gaining the attention of the human bartender he grinned "Gimme sum of that True Blood sugar tits" the bottle slid across to him as he stared down the bar, his smile wide as he graced each of them with a look, before shock hit him in the gut as he saw the blonde sitting at the end. His arms dropped the girls on either side of him as he gaped at his master, she just sat there, watching him, with a small smile.

"Maci"... he whispered as he sat on the stool.. shock crippling him for a moment, unsure what she would do at seeing her wayward child appear so suddenly.

[Maci Deshane Holland]

Maci turned her head when she heard a familiar british accent announce that the 'fun was there.' She could sense him before he even set foot into the club. She knew that it wasn't going to be fun for the human that ended up being his meal for the night. Her eyes landed on him, a small smile came to her face. He was still breath taking, he had a darker air about him, and that was something Maci always loved. She was always one for british accents and bad boys, and Tristan was both.

She watched as he made his way over to the bar, memories flashed through her mind. The young brown haired man with glasses and a dying mother, that's what she remembered. He was so sweet, and caring. That was the reason Maci wanted to turn him. When he noticed her, her smile grew. "Tristan." She spoke, her voice soft and velvety. She didn't want to run over there to him, after all she had no control over him any more...She released him, and if he came over to her, she wanted it to be on his terms.

[Tristan Andrew Edwards]

There was not another soul, dead or alive that had power over him, Maci was the only one that could make his proverbial heart skip a beat. Leaning against the bar he stared at his maker, his eyes grazing over her body as lust began to fill him, he wanted no one as he wanted her, but she was trouble, she was bad for him. He needed the freedom of the open road, the life of a vampire was not for streamlining, he hated that they were in the open, but he was always drawn back to her somehow, he had no idea she was in this town, had simply come cause he could feel magic brewing and wanted to be close to the action.

He should have known she felt the same way, should have known she would be where the true power was. Grabbing the True Blood bottle from the vampire next to him elicited a growl from that vampire, the creature rose, towering over the blonde vamp "You gotta problem" Tristan rose to face him, deliberately picking a fight to avoid approaching her, even though the draw was more than he could handle. "You stole my drink" the vampire was new, maybe 60 years old if that, he was ready to fight Tristan but sensed his power, the other vampire took a swing, blocked by Tristan and thrown against the bar, several of the vampire from the bar swung back to try to hold onto Tristan, each of them growling and hissing their fangs out as they began to drag him to the door.

[Maci Deshane Holland]

Maci watched Tristan's her eyes never leaving him for even a fraction of a second. She seen him steal some other vampire's True Blood and it break out it fight. Maci sighed, Tristan was going to fight this vampire, and if she still knew him like she use too, he would kill him. And that was against the laws, she got up and with a blink of an eye she was standing between Tristan and the other vampire. "Enough." She said using a serious voice that was full of power that only a Sheriff or higher could have. She glanced at both of the vampires, the one hissed. "Get out of my way stupid bitch! Imma kill that bastard!" Maci had him by the throat in seconds. "I am not the Sheriff in these parts, but I'm quite close to him. Also, I'm almost 600 years old. You are a new vampire I can tell. So I wouldn't cross me...Do I make myself clear?" She asked, her voice so calm and cool that it was scary.

She let go of the vampire and turned to Tristan, "If you would care. Accompany me in one of the back rooms." She requested, she didn't command him to do it, but she was sure he would just because she was his maker and she always would have some sort of power over him, even if she did release him. Maci knew everyone thought that she wanted to go back there to have sex with him, but that wasn't it. She made her way to the back, she opened one of the doors and walked in. It was a dark red room with a black bed. She went and sat on the bed, crossing her legs....waiting.

[Tristan Andrew Edwards]

His teeth itched at the denial of blood, his eyes and mouth twisted up and growling as the other vampires gripped his arms, pulling at his leather jacket, he moved and jerked attempting to release himself. The humans in the room frozen in shock at the display of power from the vampires, their passion for sex with the vampires being shocked out of their system by the horrors displayed.

Her power shone as she intervened, the men around her dropping him as they stepped back from her, each of them immediately obeying her rules and law. He growled at her retreating form, her command to enter the room tugging at him.

A sideways glance with a smirk and a middle finger at the room he adjusted his jacked and followed her into the room, grabbing his crutch and tugging at it as he kicked the door open, showing off for the people in the room he turned to her and shrugged "whatta ya want Maci"

[Maci Deshane Holland]

Maci sighed and shook her head, her progeny was wild. He was wild, careless, cruel, and wouldn't listen to no one expect her. She remembered a time when she was like that, she remembered all the blood she shed and all the lives she took. But with age she bettered herself, finding her humanity again. She just hoped that in time perhaps Tristan would find his humanity again. Maybe part of that sweet, passionate, and caring human she'd watched for months would surface again. Of course she always saw that side of him, but everyone else didn't even know she existed. It was her fault that he was this way. She'd made him like that, because when he was made, that's how she was. But when she changed, he wouldn't.

She looked at him as he entered the room. "Tristan. You can't go picking fights like that." She said, even though that vampire out there was younger then him, if he picked a fight with him, then he would pick a fight with a older vampire. And if he picked a fight with an older vampire, then Maci might lose her progeny. "Mein Kind, wir haben viel aufzuholen." She spoke in her native tongue, which meant 'My child, we have much to catch up on.' She looked at him, her eyes locking with his, "Where have your travels taken you since we last met."

[Tristan Andrew Edwards]

His body shivered as she spoke her native tongue, the harsh language coming out of that elegant form made him quiver slightly, almost hitting the floor with his knees and expressing his undying love, but he refused, refused to get sucked back into her world.

He paced the room, her allure pushing him, he could not settle around her fishing in his leather jacket he pulled out a pack of Malboros and whipped out his heavy lighter, lingering as the flame lit the end of the cigarette.

The spark made his face glow his eyes closed as he inhaled the sweet smoke, blowing it out in a steady stream he looked over at his maker and smirked "I been out in the world, much as you commanded" flicking a bit of tobacco from the corner of his mouth he continued as he paced, his heavy boots pounding against the soft carpet, "what about you? been main-streaming" he sneered as he said it, the thought of being among humans and working beside them, treating them as anything other than meat was pathetic.

Sighing heavily he flicked the cigarette out the open window and plonked down beside her on the bed, running his hand over the silk almost touching her leg "why did you not let me die" he looked her straight in the eyes, continuing a conversation they had had for centuries, he never thought he was good enough to be a vampire, never thought he was good enough for her, it was a question he had asked only once before and it gnawed at him she refused to answer.

[Maci Deshane Holland]

Maci watched as he paced the room, and then pull a cigarette pack out of his jacket pocket. She smiled slightly and shook her head, normally she would have said 'Those things kill you.' But she knew they couldn't kill Tristan simply because he was already dead. Still even if it couldn't kill him Maci never cared much for the habit it left the air smelling foul and the smokers breath just the same.

She smiled when he said he was out seeing the world, she nodded when he asked about her main streaming. "For the most part yes. I don't live off just True Blood. I still have humans in the privacy of my own home. But they are always willing." She explained, she didn't think that he was going to like that answer, but she wasn't going to lie to him.

She sighed heavily, "You have to understand, I was 200 years old and basically alone. Sure I traveled with Godric and Eric, but I longed for a lover, someone who could be my everything." She looked at him, "Whilst we were in London, I took to watching you. The way you cared for you mother, how much you loved her was clear. You gave up your own chance at happiness of marring and having children to care for her and make sure she got well. " She smiled remembering, "Those traits, they made me fall in love with you. And after she died and I saw how much it bothered you, I wanted to take all that pain away from you." She looked at him, her face falling a little "Are you angry with me for turning you?"

[Tristan Andrew Edwards]

Stretching out on the bed he raised his hands over his head and tucked them underneath, holding up his head. He watched the car headlights dance across the ceiling as she spoke, closing her eyes he listened carefully, memories flowing over him of a simpler time, before he was the creature that lay beside her on the bed.

The question was a tough one for him, the memory of his mother always a hard one to poke at, he had loved that horrible old hag, Maci never knew what happened after she turned him.. that horrid night when he ... no he could not remember that right now.

Refocusing on her her he reached out a hand and gently stroked the small of her back with a loose finger "I don't hate you my love, I hate the life I live" dropping his hand he sat up and began pacing again, the desire he had for her obvious to any who cared to look "I just hate this world pet, we hide in the light these days, pretending we are not what we truly are, never able to kill, having to gain PERMISSION from the mortals to feed off them?" his anger welling he slammed a fist through the wall and dropped to the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him and whipping out the cigarettes, knowing she hated it made him want it more.

Lighting up he stared at her "what;s the point of any of it?"

[Maci Deshane Holland]

Maci could tell he was thinking about something that did not please him at all, perhaps it even troubled him. She wanted to know, she wanted him to know that he could tell her anything and she would keep it locked away forever and never tell another soul. But she didn't want to ask, she wanted him to tell her all on his own, and if he didn't tell her then she simply would forget about it. Some people forgot Maci was a fierce, and dangerous vampire because she was so gentle and understanding, unless she had reason not to be.

She felt his finger on her back, and she breathed out. His voice, her adorable accent, it always made Maci get lost in her desire for him. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, feel his rock hard abs under her hands, feel him in her. She shook her head, trying to push her wants from her head. When he said that he hated the life he lived she looked at him.

She watched as he paced around the room, and she didn't even flinch as he punched the wall, leaving a hole in it. She made a mental note to pay Eric to have it fixed. After all Tristan caused the hole and he was her progeny, so it was her responsibly to fix it. She got up and was by him in a second, she took his hand in her own, examining it, watching as the few cuts healed themselves. She listened to him and nodded slowly before she spoke.

"Tristan, some of us don't want to be the monsters we are. I am deeply ashamed of all the crimes I committed and all the lives that I took." She looked away from him, "I no longer think like a vampire anymore. My humanity is preventing that, I fear it's slowly killing me." She blinked several times, but it was no use. Two single blood tears fell from her eyes, Maci was deeply scared that her humanity was going to keep eating her alive, making her feel awful for all the killing until she took her own life.

She looked back at him, "I'm truly sorry. I've been a horrid maker. Let me make it up to you. Let me show you all the benefits of of mainstreaming....Just try it. If not for anyone, for me Meine Liebe" She said as the German words for 'my love' passed through her lips.

[Tristan Andrew Edwards]

She spoke to his back as he watched the cut across his hand heal, the blood pooling up and drying as the flesh knitted itself together. Her words washed over him, seeming to soothe the beast that roared inside him, she was like a tamer, she could spin a tale and calm him as quickly as he heated up.

He wanted to sit with her, to be naked in her arms and tell her everything, everything that went through his mind, the pain of his mothers betrayal the hurt that had ripped him apart when she had released him, he had wandered the earth for years, desperately searching for someone to fill that hole.

He turned and gently took her hands as she spoke of her pain, of the humanity that was inside her, he knew that feeling, knew it well, understood how hard it was for any vampire to deal with the pain of memories, the pain of being a human trapped in a demon's soul. Her words full of so much pain, he squeezed his eyes together and breathed out, releasing his anger at her and turning to face her.

She whispered so close to his mouth he lost all sense of purpose, leaning down he wrapped his hands around her, clasping underneath her and lifting her up, kissing her hard and firm as he kicked the door shut, blocking out the world as they fell on the black satin sheets....

(CENSORED)

[Maci Deshane Holland]

Maci watched as Tristan seemed to calm down, she breathed out thankfully. She didn't like when he was angry, because he ex husband when she was human was always hateful and angry. And he always took it out on her, and even though she knew Tristan would never take any of his anger out of her, plus if he did she was stronger and older. But still, she didn't like to be around people with bad tempers. She'd never told Tristan about her past, she knew that she had to sometime.

She felt him take her hands, she looked into his eyes. And just for a moment, she didn't see the bad add vampire he'd become. Just for a moment she saw the human he use to be. The human that was full of passion and love. Of course Maci knew he was always like that to her, but it was nice to see the old him every so often.

In a blink of an eye, Maci felt his lips on hers. Quickly and without thinking she kissed him back. It was like second nature to her. During her everyday actives she was pretty much always in charge, but in bed she was submissive. She felt the two of them fall back on the bed and.....

Maci was laying on her side, propped up on her elbow. Her other hand was tracing circles on Tristan's well toned, bare chest. The covers was pulled up, covering her. She sighed happily, she looked at him. "What now?" She asked. Unsure of if he'd stay with her like she'd requested or if he'd go back out and travel the world again.

[Tristan Andrew Edwards]

His eyes were closed as he wrapped his arm around her head, satisfied and slightly exhausted he lay quietly as his mentor spoke, he almost ignored her words not wanting to bring the real world in on them just as they had finally been able to be back together, be able to be in her arms once again.

His naked body shifted under the sheets as he moved to snuggle her in closer to his body, inhaling the sweet smell of her hair, reaching down to lick the wound on her neck and help it to heal. He began to think about a life here with her a home for a time, she was a Sherrif which meant he would have access to some serious power under her, he would stay, for now, but for how long he could not promise her.

Kissing the top of her head he swung around on top of her again and began kissing her neck as he whispered into it.."But of course, I will stay with you my love" the night sky making its way to dawn as the pair continued inside, only moving when it was time to go to ground, digging a whole for the two of them in the woods outside wrapping his arms around her and falling asleep deep, safe in the knowledge a future awaited them, but for how long?...