This is a little off the beaten path but I thought some of you might 
enjoy it. 

(m/f) Tracy and Vachon

Pirate's Life for Me
by:
Charma

	Tracy  Vetter was excited about accompanying her father, Vice 
Admiral Vetter, on his journey. Instead of traveling with the royal 
fleet, as he was accustomed too, her father had booked their passage on a 
private vessel. On the private vessel they would be able to travel 
through different ports without the usual, obligatory bowing and scraping 
of the peasantry, that bothered Tracy. As she stood at the side of the 
ship staring into the blackness of the night, Tracy was overjoyed. She 
had led such a shelter life, due to her father's protection, but even now 
she knew that her future was to see adventure.  
	The slightest flicker of light on the horizon, caught her eye. It 
was very distant and almost nonexistent, possibly another ship.  She 
didn't pay much attention to it, until she noticed the lookout it in the 
crow's nest watching it through his telescope. After a few seconds, he 
signaled one of the crewmen who dashed passed her then below deck. He 
returned moments later, with the Captain in tow. By the time the Captain 
reached the deck, the lookout had shimmied down from the crow's nest and 
was waiting for him. The lookout pointed out to the horizon as the 
captain looked through the telescope. 
	Only moments later the entire crew had been summoned to the deck, 
in full battle-ready status. Even her father had been awaken and stood on 
deck with his rapier. As he stood talking with the Captain he spotted his 
daughter standing amidst the hustle watching in awe.
	"Tracy, daughter, you must go below deck with the other women. 
Please, hurry now." he told her.
	"Father, what is happening? Why are you armed?" she asked as she 
was ushered away.
	"It is the Muerte Negro, the black death." he told her as she was 
swept away with the other women.
	Once below deck, the women huddled together in the darkness, that 
is all the women except for Tracy, who paced nervously. The shouts of the 
crew could be heard above them and she so wanted to leave and join them. 
She had heard the rumors of the infamous Muerte Negro. The pirate who 
only struck at night, under the cover of darkness, leaving a bloody trail 
of bodies. His hideaway was said to be in these waters. The place where 
he took refuge with his fellow scourge, during the day.
	"Miss, you need to be still. If we are boarded, they will hear 
you." a voice from the darkness told her.
	"How can you sit here and not defend yourselves?" she thought to 
herself as she took a seat near the door.
	Listening to the crew above, she heard the first shot fired upon 
them. Several of the women let out strained gasps as the ship rocked 
slightly. The cries from the crew sent shivers down Tracy's spine. The 
battle had begun. They returned fire. More cries. The sound of pistols 
being fired. Muerte Negro's ship was getting close. More cries. Words, 
she could almost make out the words. Tracy stood to and moved to the 
door. Garbled words, but the meaning was clear. They were being boarded.

	The outcries of the crew were turning from battle rage to fear. 
She could not sit by as so many were being killed. The smoke enveloped 
her as she stepped on deck. For a moment the chaos surrounded her in a 
surreal fashion. She watched as men battled each other with swords and 
hands. Bodies laid strewn across the deck, mostly those of the crew. The 
pirates were everwhere, overpowering the entire crew. She inched through 
the smoke, stumbling over a body. Looking down she felt nausea rise as 
she stared down at the decapitated body of her father. Reaching down she 
took his rapier from his hand and turned to face the oncoming wave of 
pirates. 
	The rage of seeing her father's body moved Tracy to swing with 
anger at her attackers. Standing with the few crew members left, they 
fought valiantly against the pirates. Blades clashed and swung, she felt 
her arms beginning to weaken as she was driven against the mast by two 
pirates. She swung with all her might and felt the rapier, her father's 
rapier knocked from her grasp. She stood face to face with killers. She 
held her breath as she saw the blade come at her, but was stopped by 
another blade. She turned to see him.
	"Leave her for me." she heard the delicious voice speak. Turning 
to face her was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He had long dark 
hair that flowed when he moved his head. Oh how she wanted to run her 
hands though those black tresses. The tight leather pants that showcased 
his thighs and butt, the loose cotton shirt, barely buttoned, revealing 
his strong rippling chest muscles. Tracy had to consciously keep herself 
from reaching out to the savage man. She watched as he sheathed his sword 
and stepped closer. 'Oh god he even smelled of man.' she told herself. 
There was something strange about him, maybe it was just the smoke but 
she could swear his eyes were glowing at her.
	"You fought bravely. It will be a pleasure taking you." he 
whispered in her ear. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up 
as his breath caressed her ear. She fought to keep control of her thoughts.
	"You shall never have me, after what you have done here." she 
spat back at him.
	"Aw, such fire. We shall see." he whispered back. 
	Tracy barely felt the sting at the back of her head, before she 
went black.
	
	When she came to, Tracy was aware of a presence near her. Sitting 
in a chair, with his leg casually thrown over the arm, was him. Taking a 
drink from a goblet then tossing it aside he smiled at her.
	"Welcome, to my home." 
	"Why have you brought me here?" Tracy asked as she tried to drive 
the desire to taste his luscious lips out of her mind.
	"It is a rare thing to see a woman who does not fear her own 
death. I was intrigued by you." he told her as he stood from the chair 
and swaggered towards her. She sat up in the bed, his bed, as he 
approached. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. Bringing his hand 
to her cheek he caressed it softly. Slowly he leaned in and kissed her 
hungrily. Pulling away, Tracy looked into the glowing eyes again. She had 
heard of this phenomenon, those with the glowing eyes that lived forever 
by feeding on the blood of others.
	"So you know what I am. It does not frighten you?" he asked as he 
ran his fingers through her hair.
	"No. " she breathed as she reveled in the feel of his slight caress.
	"Join me. Live through the centuries with me." he whispered as he 
kissed her neck softly.
	"Yes." she heard herself whisper.
	The gentle pressure of his hands on her shoulders forced her onto 
her back. His hands slid across the fabric of her dress slowly, then with 
such force he tore the front open, corset and all. Roughly his hands fell 
over her breasts, pulling and taunting her nipples. Sliding over her 
stomach he tore her dress completely away, leaving her naked beneath him. 
Standing from the bed, Tracy watched in delight as he pulled his shirt 
off and threw it aside followed by his pants. She beckoned for him to 
return to him. 
	He came back to her, holding himself above her, raining kisses 
down her throat and chest. His hot breath against her nipples caused a 
moan to escape her throat. The feel of his tongue sliding across her, 
tasting and teasing her into a frenzy. She ran her fingers through his 
hair, across his chest, around to his back, tracing every muscle of his 
body. Returning to kiss her lips, she felt him separate her thighs with 
his knee. She explored his mouth with her tongue, relishing in the feel 
of his weight atop of her. 
	His initial thrust was forceful and driving, causing her to buck 
under him and cry out. Thrusting in and out of her with such force, she 
moved to meet him in every thrust, riding the waves of sensation out. His 
hands went to her hair and roughly pulled her head back, baring her neck. 
She saw in a flash his extended teeth just before he sank them into her 
neck. The sensation she felt was not pain, but pleasure in the purest 
sense. He spasmed on top of her repeatedly, as she threw her arms and 
legs around him tightly. All of her senses went numb as she shuddered her 
last wave of orgasm. She felt his teeth retract from her neck, followed 
by him sucking and licking the wound tenderly. Then he pulled away and 
she watched as he tore into his own wrist with his teeth and offer it to 
her. Slowly Tracy took the proffered wrist and drank of him, hungrily 
until he pulled away from her. 
	Lying beside him she leaned up on her elbow and looked down at him.
	"I don't even know your name." she told him as she ran her 
fingers over his chest.
	"It's Javier Vachon." 

THE END

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All responses, comments, or declarations of undying love to:
Charma -- natpacker, MoCoS, novelist, lush, and so much more.
cdholle@midway.uchicago.edu
Life is the ultimate test of sanity--CDH