"All but throwing yourself at me, aren't you?"

Louis' clouded mind barely registered the words, but he recognized the voice. He put one arm up in a feeble defense, and his wrist was caught in an iron grip that yanked him back to a sitting position.

"You're...de spirit..." Louis gasped. "Fr'm de pond..."

Laughter. "Your accent grows when you are drunk." Another hand fell onto his thigh and slid down between his legs. "Is that the only thing that grows?"

"Get off me!" Louis yelled, trying to force the spirit away. He felt as if he was beating against a wall.

More laughter. "Silly mortal. You've left yourself out for the lion. You've even put yourself in the trap."

Louis opened his eyes wide, gazing on the beautiful terror before. The spirit pushed him back against the wall and leaned against him, and the strong hands lay on his face to hold him still. Soft lips pressed forcefully on his, stealing a rough kiss and tasting various parts of his mouth. He attempted to turn his face aside, but he was only grasped tighter to prevent escape. Louis moaned involuntarily as this carnal creature chewed one of his lips, drawing this lingering kiss into ecstatic torture.

"Please," he whispered, not knowing what he meant.

The intimate stranger ran his fingers through Louis' hair, and slipped one hand down into his shirt, caressing the heated skin.

"You want another taste, I know," he laughed. "Another taste to satisfy the thirst." He brought his finger to his fangs and slashed the tip wide, watching the blood drip for a moment. Then he teased Louis, hovering it over his mouth so he had to struggle to put his lips around it. Louis sucked as well as he could, drinking down the scarlet liquid and relishing the taste.

Abruptly it was taken away, and Louis cried out in protest. It wasn't enough. The thirst hadn't stopped, it was only stronger. He started to weep, and the spirit kissed him again, cradling and comforting him.

And two hot points stung into his throat.

"Why...?" Louis asked in confusion.

"You must pay for what you've taken..."

He was found collapsed on the street, weakened beyond belief, and his rescuers wondered what was keeping him alive. The fire in him, though reduced to mere glowing embers, must have had some immortal fuel to keep alight. It was like a flower burning in his heart.

The End