I suspect that my kind may have provided the seeds behind the mythos of vampires although there's some debate on the subject.
All right, so we don't drink blood from a victim. We don't flip between being bats and people, either. More importantly we have enough fashion sense to avoid wearing capes even before Pixar released "The Incredibles".
Blood wasn't-- and isn't-- something we consume.
Instead, blood consumes us.
We taste the blood of the one we love and, with just tha one taste, we are bonded for life to that person and them to us.
And, for some reason, we are infertile until we bond, and, even then, we have to eat the "right" things to enable fertility. It's a good thing that our "kind" couldn't take over the world because, then, who could we mate with?
It's strange, though, how it works. Despite doctors of our own kind, now, the chain of hormones and triggers is still not well understood. We at least have learned the genetic markers for our variation of the "basic human" genome.
There are other side effects. We're born in pairs, for instance. As, obviously, fraternal twins. Always a pair, a male and a female.
So I have a twin, a sister. She and I grew up together with our other siblings and were very close. In order to protect us, we were taught to be open enough with each other and also encouraged to be sexual partners.
Yeah, yeah, the idea of twin siblings of different genders having sex isn't all that palatable to most people, but, in our case, she couldn't get pregnant and keeping each other sexually satisfied made it possible for us to keep our minds clear for our studies and, when the time came, to date.
Why?
Because we're immune to each other. Yes, we love each other but we can't bond in the way we're supposed to.
We can't breed with others like us so we have to find a normal human to mate with and have children. The devil, of course, is in the details.
Choosing wisely is difficult. Additionally, it is not wise to discuss what someone is getting into upon entering a relationship with one of our kind since, for instance, a woman is not going to like the idea of being sexually enslaved by one of us unless it's too late and will then be able to listen to the benefits of bonding.
Men, of course, are a lot more open. My sister could talk this over with her boyfriend should they get close enough. The jump in female libido alone would sell them and they'd be discounting the influence the wife would then have.
Unless one or the other doesn't feel love.
Without love the relationship is all one-sided.
The hell of it is that we are the losers. Normal humans can survive this but not us; we can't even attempt to bond with those we choose unless we're "in love".
Some benefits do accrue to a "normal human", of course. Our dad was such a "normal" before our mom bonded to him. In the bond he gained longevity and vitality through some kind of viral gene transference.
Our mom, though, had to be the one to teach us "the rules" in choosing our mates. Dating wasn't a problem for us as we got through school. College was when we knew we were getting ready to find our soul-mates.
We'd been told all kinds of horror stories about how choosy we needed to be and the dangers of choosing poorly. We had to avoid making our choices while blinded by lust and so we had little choice but to learn how to find love in another person.
Love is the key component; without it we were doomed.
You realize, I hope, that the best way to keep our heads clear was for my sister and I to keep fucking our brains out on a regular and frequent basis. We tended to look almost inseperable, even when dating. Especially when dating. Our dates were either relaxed enough for exhibitionism and voyeurism together or they learned to be. I have no idea now what kind of damage that might have done to those we dated though some of our dates ended up, after breaking up with us, with each other.
If you're wondering, it seems that the longevity we possess (and pass on to our mate) is merely compensation, time-wise, for the amount of time we have to spend thinking about and acting on sexual impulses. Sex, for us, is an almost constant distraction. Without it we get frantic.
"Good" bonds-- like we saw in our parents-- are wonderful and something we dream of.
Seeing a "bad" bond was horrifying, especially for me. My sister had less to fear but still has to choose well lest she end up being physically used and abused.
When I was in middle school I heard plenty of legends, many focused on the evils of masturbation. It was strange how we don't grow hair on our palms. Some of the tales our folks told us about how we're different and what we had to watch out for seemed as crazy.
Until we saw the consequences of a "bad" bonding. Our mom's twin brother had made a mistake in the woman he chose as his life-mate. She destroyed him and then herself all because she couldn't cope with the sexual side of the relationship. Even with a sky-high libido, she tried to control herself and used insults to get him to "control himself".
He lost faith in himself and blew his brains out. She died days later of a broken heart. Some women can walk away, unscathed. Some men, too. We can't.
I didn't understand the idiocy in that whole tragedy until much later, of course, but the nightmare lingered.
It was my turn to have the wits scared out of me when I fell in love for the first time. Her name was Holly and she was the least expected person for me to fall for... but, then, she didn't look like that much on the surface. Tall, thin, flat, willowy, long brown hair, she was so different from my short and stocky frame.
It was who she was on the inside that counted most to me.
Holly and I dated for weeks before it started to get serious. Before and after every date my sister and I would fuck ourselves dry so that we could think clearly and not be easily swayed by our own passions. It worked well for us since she was dating a boy named Roger and we went on double dates.
These double dates, over time, got pretty hot and heavy. I could tell that Holly and Roger, after a few times of being around the other couple while making out, adapted well to sharing our two-bedroom apartment with us and soon were more than merely comfortable when we all went "all the way" in the same room. Holly was, unlike our uncle's wife, quite an active participant in sex. Roger had shown a lot of sense and sensibility to my sister.
My sister and I spent a lot of time talking after our dates and realized that we felt like we'd found our life-mates. Talking to our parents opened up more discussions and offers of evaluation.
Some of our dating was done at dinner in front of our folks and, at times, each of theirs. The latter dinners took more preparation to keep our minds clear of the warm fog of desire.
So we talked this over. A lot. And, let me tell you, we were scared. Our very lives hung in the balance if we chose wrong.
My older sister Karen and her husband Roy hung out with us the next time we dated in order to provide some guidance. We all piled into their van and went to a restaurant, a movie and then...
Karen and Roy hadn't fully taken care of their passions before the date so they got hot and heavy kissing and touching in front of the four of us. This was not a great example but they drove the van to a quiet place and really started to make out. We were swept up into this and we went all the way again instead of stopping at oral sex.
Holly has always been responsive and well-tuned to me even though we hadn't yet bonded. Roger was apparently well matched to my sister.
Afterwards, while cuddling, the six of us talked about our feeling, once we were sated.
With the love in Holly's eyes... I necked with her a bit and worked back to where I bit her on the back of her neck to make her mine, drawing blood, tasting it, letting my tongue work the small wound...
The orgasm of bonding ran through me as I'd been told it would, dwarfing every pleasurable sensation I'd ever had before and locking me to Holly.
The taste of her blood and my saliva in the wound locked us together for life. I owned her body, she owned my soul.
She cooed when I whispered in her ear that she was mine.
I wasn't about to tell her right away but she'd have to learn anyway.
There's a hormone of some kind in our saliva which differs between male and females of our kind. Our taste buds also differ slightly, at least at the tip of our tongues. Our teeth are no different from anyone else, though; we don't have fangs.
For males (like me), when our saliva mixes with blood in a freshly opened wound, it locks the person bitten and tunes them to my body and pheromones. If I am anywhere nearby, Holly will respond sexually and feel a surge of lust for me. I own her body, and, with the libido that comes with my presence, Holly would have serious problems refusing my will.
The thing that scares me is the other half of this bonding.
Yes, I command GHolly's body. As a man I already find her body appealing. I have to love her more than merely lust after her, though, to avoid my own destruction. She has to love me so that she can cope with the lust she will feel towards me. Most especially she has to love me so that she won't want to hurt me.
So I have real power over Holly through the obedience of her body.
The price I pay is that Holly has influence over my mind. Each of her words now carries weight, and, in fact, enough weight to crush me out of existence if she chose to do so.
She can influence my mind. If she has any reservations in her love of me she can destroy me with just a word.
At the same time my sister bonded to Roger. With the bite and mixing Roger would find my sisters words carrying far more weight than easily believed. At the same time Roger gained ownership of my sister's body; hopefully he had the sense to not misuse it.
As the bite marks started to heal over we coupled again like rabbits, unable to do more than mix our blood and lust into a life-long love.
It didn't take long to realize I'd chosen well, as had my sister. Fortunately, neither my sister nor I needed each other sexually to stay sane.
Yes, I now owned Holly's body.
In return, she owns my soul.
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Author: Jack C Lipton Title: Blood, Lust and Love Part: Universe: Halloween Summary: Love has it's own "Bite" Keywords: mf inc MF rom mc Revision: $Revision: 1.6 $ Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: bloodLustAndLove.x,v 1.6 2005/10/30 02:39:42 jcl Exp $