Chapter 2: Spells and Ingredients

"Can you do it or not?" The vampire demanded. The untraditional shade of red in his eyes went unspoken for. When it comes to witches, Blaine always found himself to be intolerant towards them. Whether it was due to their false reign of superiority or arrogant demeanor, witches were second class citizens to the vampire and only useful on rare occasions. Today marking such a unique event.

"Is this your way of telling me that you doubt my magic?" Santana lowered her arms and snapped. Her tight mini-dress and revealed cleavage left little to the imagination. "Who is doing whom the favor?"

"A business transaction is hardly a friendly favor. I hired you to do your job. Now do it." By no means did the vampire want to involve a witch in his private affairs, but certain matters of pride fall second to the promise of a perfect pet. If he wanted his perfect human, then he mustn't wait for fate to supply it. He needed magic. "If you're lucky, then maybe I'll give your dungeon-bound girlfriend a piece of jewelry to decorate her nudity. I'm surprised a witch like you can't find a willing partner to bed."

The image of her chained girlfriend dressed in pink lingerie reflected brightly in the witch's black eyes. Blaine intentionally looked away from the witch and the picture of breasts. There are certain things he simply doesn't want to see and barely covered female being included.

"Someone this beautiful doesn't put out easily. I could either have her by force or not at all. Anyone would have done the same." Santana stated without question. "Unlike your future human, she is a gift from nature and not a manufactured product." The image of Brittany crying faded and Santana's eyes returned to their former state of darkness. "Enough chit-chat. What can you tell me about her?" The witch asked and turned her attention to the reason why she was here in the first place.

Only a few feet away from the conversing vampire and witch laid a shaking girl with long brown hair and wet blue eyes. Apart from a thin white nightgown, the girl was nude and her female curves were clearly visible.

"There isn't much to say about her. My parents bought her when she was fourteen and they've owned her for the past three years where she serves as a maid." Blaine kept his eyes on the beautiful girl lying on a dining table in an abandon part of his estate."If only she was a boy."Blaine dared to think."I'd take him to my chamber, remove his white gown and then I'd..."

"Virgin or not?"

Blaine growled at the witch. First for interrupting his thoughts and, second for running her filthy hands up and down the girl's exposed hairless calf. "Virgin," Blaine grumbled. "My parents remembered me admiring her and ensured that she stayed pure in case I choose to use her as a breeder."

Santana smiled when the vampire hissed at her for allowing her curious fingers to wonder up the human's leg and under the thinly veiled nightgown. Well aware that the vampire was watching her, Santana carefully and slowly tickled her fingers up to the girl's inner thigh in a calculated pace. It was not a secret that the girl was without undergarments. "She has soft skin. Is that a trait you hope to continue to the offspring?"

"Yes, why are you touching her!" Blaine boiled past his control and yelled. The white gown was covering the witches hand and preventing him from recognizing what the witch was doing to the human. "I don't want your filth to contaminate her ovum!"

"Are you aware," Santana paused. Her hands still hidden, but Blaine could tell she was massaging the girl's flesh. Neither the vampire nor witch noticed or cared that the girl was shivering and crying. "I could just as easily help you as I could make her sterile. I suggest you stay quiet and be a good little boy and do as I tell you." The witch snapped and belittled the vampire. "You better be glad you paid me so generously or I would be gone and she would be barren."

Blaine tightened his fist and bit his tongue. A sweet taste of blood lingered in the vampire's throat. "You'd be death before you had a chance to escape. Now, do want you have to do."

Santana smiled and pulled her hand away from the girl and purposefully brushed her long black hair behind her ears. With that, she tilted her head in such a way that the glow from the fire reflect off her sapphire diamond earrings. "I never thanked you for the gift. I know how much your diamonds mean to you."

"We each get a gem in this deal." Blaine tried to reason. The earlier memory of him opening his private treasure chest and allowing the witch to pick her price was not pleasant. Those treasures were his. He is the one who found them, cleaned them and cherished them. Then again, he would remind himself, his human would soon be his new gem to hold and to prize - not to mention provide physical satisfaction which stones cannot offer.

The witch ignored the vampire and turned her focus back to the girl who looked more like a sacrificial lamb than a young woman. As expected the girl was crying and her nose was runny. "Shh-shh," Santana used both her thumbs to wipe away the girl's tears. The witch was more than used to cleaning up broken girl's tears. "Don't cry my darling. It will be over before you know it. I would never harm a pretty thing like you." The words were kind, but the witch's sadistic smirk spoke the harsh truth in the situation. "You are such a pretty girl. I might keep you for myself afterwards. I'm sure Brittany would appreciate your company as well." Santana's gaze traveled up and down the girl's thin body, taking a moment to appreciate the girl's tiny breasts. "Unless of course, the brat destroys all your goods on his way out. Now that my darling, would be something worth crying about."

"Enough Santana," Blaine demanded. "She is not yours. Nothing about her will ever be yours. She is my parent's property and the son she will bare will be mine. Now do what you were hired to do."

Santana's soulless black eyes stared back into the red eyes in a tiring power struggle. "Do your job, witch." Blaine ordered between his teeth.

"Fine," Santana snarled and stared back at the girl. "Let's get this over with. Which of her traits do you want the offspring to share?"

The girl began to cry harder when the vampire approached her. "Humans are beautiful when they cry, aren't they?" Blaine whispered while brushing the girl's hair off her sticky and salty face. "I want the offspring to have her hair color and texture. It's like silk and nice to pet." Blaine slid his hand out of the girl's hair and down towards her eyes. "I like her eyes, especially when they are wet with tears. They are such a pretty mixture of blue, green and grey, the child must have them too." Blaine was too caught up in the girl's beauty that he did not notice the witch beginning to chant a language he did not recognize. "I like her nose, it's adorable. Her mouth," the vampire brushed his thumb between the rosy lips. "I want the child to have her skin tone and softness; and I want my boy to have her willowy figure and grace."

The witch moved both her hands under the girls under gown and on top her naked mons pubis and untouched entrance. "Which characteristics do you wish to avoid?"

Blaine's gaze turned away from the pink lips and down towards Santana's carefully hands. "I don't want the offspring to be a girl."

"No kidding," Santana snapped, "And we'll discuss gender when we're dealing with the male." Santana turned her head and wickedly winked at the half dressed man in the back corner. The human was nervously fiddled with his hands and awkwardly waiting for his turn of inspection. "What else do you want to avoid?"

"My parent's told me she had a temper and a rebellious streak when they first bought her. They had to discipline her on a regular base. I want to avoid such nonsense." Blaine crossed his arms over his chest and rested his chin on his palm.

"Is there anything else?" Santana asked. Blaine shook his head with a confirmed negative. "Okay. Now I need you to place your hands where mine are now." Blaine moved both his hands up the thin gown as the witch moved away. The girl's naked and pale skin was surprising warm to the vampire's touch. "We need to select the ovum that has everything you desire and lacks what you don't want. Now repeat after me." Santana said a series of syllables and Blaine repeated them.

The words made little sense to Blaine, but that didn't stop an arousing sensation from itching the core of his sex and tingling up his body, down his hands and into the girl's virgin entrance. To Blaine's surprise, the nameless virgin beneath him moaned a pleasurable sigh.

"Good." Santana praised both the flushed virgin and aroused vampire. "Anderson, I need you to kiss her now." Without a second thought or a moment of hesitation Blaine bent over and simply brushed his cold lips over the girl's trembling mouth - as odd as it may sound, the vampire wanted to kiss her. "No, Blaine," Santana breathed irritably, "We need to get a little bit of your DNA in her system. You can't give her your blood without turning her immortal. So that leaves your saliva. Kiss her again and this time I want you two to share saliva."

The witch's bossy tone caused many thoughts to pass through Blaine's mind. In one situation, he wanted to rip the witches head off her body and throw her remains into the fire mantle. His former diamonds could use the purification after being used to decorate the witch's adulterated ears. In another mental fantasy Santana knew her place on the hierarchy of power and bowed her heads towards him in respect. In that dream the vampire would allow the witch to keep her head. When either daydream ended, Blaine's thoughts returned to the day when he would have his own human who was ready share his body and blood.

For the greater good Blaine pushed aside his domineering nature and brought his face closer to the girl."He will be so beautiful." With his eyes closed and his mind envisioning his future human, Blaine's tongue consumed the girl's sweet mouth in a forceful and powerful kiss. The vampire opened his eyes when he pulled away when the kiss ended. A wet string of evidence from their kiss lingered between their mouths. As if nothing happened, the vampire wiped the saliva off him, but kept it on her.

"For someone who prefers the flesh of his own gender, I'm impressed." Santana laughed, albeit a little jealous. If anyone should be allowed to kiss a pretty girl it should be her. "Now, I want you to sample her blood. Don't take a lot, just a drop." Blaine attentively brought one of the girl's fingers to his lips and delicately punctured the soft skin. "Remember that taste, it will taste different once she is with child."

Blaine stared back at the girl lying on the table and slowly licked a drop of blood off the girl's finger. This was the third time Blaine ever drank directly from a female. The first two times being nothing more than a confused combination of hunger and sexual curiosity.

"We should have selected the ideal ovum. Now, for the male." The witch turned back to the fearful man.

The vampire completely forgotten the other human in the room.The male is silent and he knows his place. Just the way a good human should behave. I shall expect the same from my human.

"Now males," The witch strutted towards the other human. The man's chest was bare and his sex was loosely covered under thin shorts. "Males are simpler creatures. They make sperm day by day. Females, on the other hand, are tricky. Women are born with all the ovum they will ever have and you have to sort through them. As for males, we can tell their body which type of sperm you want it to produce." Santana commented while circling the male like a wolf to its prey.

"Does this mean I get to play with his goods while you chant a spell?" Blaine teased although partially serious. It has been two days since his last encounter with another man, and Blaine was desperately craving physical intimacy.

Santana laughed, "Yes, but we will mainly be focusing on his scrotum, that is where the sperm is produced." The witch noticed the excitement brooding in the vampire, "Don't get too excited, I don't want all my work to be done in vain and you decided to claim this male as your own." Blaine growled. He may be breeding his human, but he still had physical needs that he would not deprive himself of. "Which features of his man do you wish to pass down to his offspring?" The witch asked. "Well, besides a male offspring."

The vampire didn't hide his smile when the human shivered as he approached him. "I like his fear and submissiveness."

One of Santana's hands grabbed Blaine's hand and moved him towards the male. Her other hand tugged down the human's thin shorts. "Grab his scrotum." Blaine did. "Massage him - we need get him excited." Santana turned her head back to the female and gave her a suggestive wink. "Now repeat after me," Santana instructed. Similar to the time before, Blaine recited words he did not know and a familiar wave of arousing heat transferred from his body to the human he was stroking.

"Kiss him like you kissed her."

Blaine did not stop rubbing the naked and terrified male. The man's unwanted lust was delicious and gladly accepted by the vampire's heightened senses. Blaine's craving for skin on skin contact was becoming too much, and the perfect display of nudity before him was all but ready for the taking. With stronger force than with the female, Blaine grabbed the man by the back of his neck and savagely smashed their lips together. The taste of a salty tear seeped between their lips and mingled with their shared saliva.

"That was hot," the witch pretended to fan herself, "I can only image what you will do once the offspring is mature. Instead of diamonds, I should have asked for a front row seat on claiming night." Blaine hissed at the suggestion. The ceremony of one vampire claiming his or her human is more than a rough fuck. It's one of the few activities considered sacred amongst the vampire community.

Blaine stepped away from the crying male and turned back to the witch and shaking female.

"I have done everything that I can do." Santana tapped Blaine on the shoulder. "Now you need them to copulate. It may take a couple of days before you noticed changes in her blood. Ensure that they copulate repeatedly for the next two weeks." The witch walked back towards the girl in the white nightgown. "They're not like us. They tire easily so they will need their breaks." Santana's long fingers wrapped around the girl's long burette hair. "She will be sore in the beginning, but it will pass."

"Enough witch," Blaine snapped, not mad that the girl was with hiccupping fear - but rather he was angry because the witch was still here and his human was not in the process of being conceived. "Is there anything else we must do? Or it is time for you to leave?"

Santana removed her hand from the girl's hair. Without a 'good-bye' or farther words the witch left Blaine's estate with her sapphire diamond earrings.

Without the clicking of the witches' high heels Blaine became more aware of rapid heartbeats and heavy breathing.

"Alright you two," Blaine ordered. "Now that the filth is gone, I sayweall go up to my private chamber. I would like my human's life to begin in there and I want to be there when it happens."

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Twelve days later Blaine sampled the female's blood. Unlike before, today it was sweeter and flavored with the wonderfully seasoning of submissiveness. Blaine smiled. His boy was coming and he would be perfect when he arrived.