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The Secret Way of It

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/Fm, Femdom, BDSM, CBT, Pierce, Fist, Extreme, Caution,
Violent


The Secret Way of It
By rache

Chapter 4


The bathroom was warm, almost hot when I walked into it, but I barely
noticed such things. I'd turned the heat on before retiring to my bed
shortly after sunrise. Eve and Victor had been wet after I'd washed
them and they'd feel the chill, and I had no desire to punish them
that way. He'd had his three enemas finally, and Eve had swallowed
three loads of the boy's sperm. And I'd left them all day in their
bonds.

"Wake up." I stroked Victor's ass lightly with my fingertips.

They were both sleeping, Eve on her back, her arms chained around
Victor's waist and her open mouth locked into place around his penis.
Victor himself was on his knees with his legs spread so that he
straddled the girl, hunched over her with his ankles bound to eyebolts
embedded into the tiled floor.

They were stiff and sore I imagined, and had slept only fitfully as
the human body doesn't like remaining in the same position for the
fourteen hours they'd been like that. I was pleased to see that Victor
had an erection at least and I gave Eve's pussy a little tap with my
riding crop, rousing her so that she began sucking that penis even
before she was fully awake, rather instinctively I thought, and I
wondered why.

"No, don't stop." I chuckled. "Bring him off again. You deserve it,
Eve."

Of course this was teasing because she wanted that cock out of her
mouth as much as she'd wanted anything in her life. Her jaw would be
aching from keeping it open as she had, her mouth painfully dry, her
tongue swollen. So often the best torments were the simplest things.

Victor groaned and he desperately wanted to lift his body. His back
must have felt like a ninety year old man's right about then, but
Eve's mouth on his penis rather prevented him from moving too awfully
far. Still he was able to raise himself somewhat and stretch his arms.

I needed to release them soon, if only because Eve had her own
specific tasks to perform every day and obviously she'd been
indisposed. She was more than just a pleasure slave. Those were common
and cheap and to have kept Eve solely for that would have been a
genuine waste. She was my assistant, my secretary, my agent in the
real world of humans. She wasn't indispensable, no one was, but she
was valuable and I required her.

"Do you need to cum, or is that a piss hard-on?" I gave Victor's ass a
swift slap with the crop, and that was the only attire I possessed at
that moment. I was completely naked otherwise and I'd wheeled a cart
over.

"Cum." Victor sighed, and he was moving his hips while Eve sucked his
cock, the girl having little choice in the matter.

"Then do it." I ordered him with a smile. I was in a rather good mood,
largely because it had been too long since I'd punished Eve properly.
She simply gave me far too few excuses to do it.

Five minutes later the boy still hadn't cum and I wondered if Eve
hadn't brought him off more than the three times I knew about. Perhaps
during that long day Victor had grown hard in her mouth and Eve had
sucked him to completion merely to relieve the pressure of a swollen
cock pressed inside her mouth. Or the boredom.

"That's enough." I shook my head. "You'll just have to suffer,
Victor."

"I can cum...I'm...close..." He was moving his hips, trying to get off one
more time, but I was already untying the ligaments holding Eve's mouth
in place, and then uncuffing her wrists so that she pushed her mouth
away from Victor's turgid cock immediately.

"You may go." I told Eve, watching her slide out from beneath the boy
and she nodded and even tried to answer me, but her jaw was much too
stiff for words. She shot Victor a rather ungrateful look and I
thought I saw some small amount of resentment there.

"How many times have you cum today?" I asked Victor, out of real
curiosity.

"Five...or Six, I think." He licked his lips.

"Six times?" I laughed, glancing at Eve. "No wonder she loves you."

Eve immediately washed herself, taking a quick shower just a few feet
away from us, and it was difficult not to stand there and admire her.
She'd finish her toilet upstairs, in our smaller, more personal baths.
She would eat, check my emails and voice mails and the postal mail.
Make whatever arrangements were necessary for the good order of our
apartments here and elsewhere. She would be happy that I'd been
pleased with her, but rather less so that I'd wasted an entire day in
such a frivolous way.

"Don't move yet." I pushed Victor back down. "I want to keep that
little prick of yours hard."

I used a flexible cock ring, rather like an o-ring more than a rubber
band, and it was a smaller one. Not because Victor's penis was small,
it wasn't, but only because I wanted a very tight fit and it wasn't
intended for the boy's cock in any case. I fitted the ring around his
balls, pulling them back as he knelt on the floor in front of me. I
handled him roughly so that the boy tried to pull away and I squeezed
his balls hard, jerking him back with a groan.

"Don't tease me, Victor." I warned him playfully.

"What are you doing?"

"Mistress?" I laughed.

"What are you doing...Mistress?" He breathed as I let the rubber ring
settle around the soft base of his loose testicles.

It was a very tight fit and the base of Victor's scrotum was pulled
through an opening barely half an inch across. Very soon the blood
inside would be trapped and his balls would begin to swell and darken.

"I'm castrating you." I told Victor lightly. "The slow way."

"W-What?" He turned his head and I squeezed his balls again, making
him drop quickly for I very nearly crushed them in my fist. I thought
he was going to vomit.

"You must call me Mistress, Victor." I whispered. "Or you won't get
the answers you like."

His penis had begun to go soft and I used my hand on him, stroking his
cock as the pain in his testes slowly went away. It took several long
minutes, but finally he was hard for me and I reached for my little
cart on which I'd placed everything I'd need to prepare Victor for his
role as my newest toy.

I would use a metal sheath, I had several of them on the cart, of
different lengths. It was important to fit Victor's penis properly. He
was six inches or so from the base of his uncircumcised cock to just
beneath the crown, the glans penis. I slid his foreskin up, over the
head so I could pinch it between my thumb and finger, pulling it tight
and I clamped it quickly, so that the soft smooth skin was drawn
nicely.

"Have you seen one of these before?" I held up the sheath I'd selected
for him.

"No Mistress." He swallowed hard.

"It goes around your penis, you see?" I pulled the flexible aluminum
apart slightly so he could see that it was a tube 6 inches long with
the metal cut lengthwise on one side of it.

"It goes around your penis like this...Don't go soft on me or I'll be
very disappointed." I fitted the tube around his cock easily, bending
the metal open and then letting it close around him. The sheath was
flexible, yet rigid enough for its purpose, and it retained its
cylindrical shape wonderfully.

"How does that feel, Victor?" I asked, and it was a very good fit,
just slightly snug as it should be.

I'd been careful not to pinch his skin in that long opening, which
closed completely. One side of the sheath overlapped the other
slightly, so that Victor now possessed a shiny silver shaft of metal
with only his cockhead emerging from the end.

"It's...okay, Mistress." He allowed. "Butt...my balls...they..."

"Shhh...Don't worry about those." I told him. "They'll go numb soon
enough."

I reached for the next items on my mental checklist.

"Now, I'm sure you've seen ring clamps before." I smiled, using a
small screwdriver, the handle shaped very much like an old skeleton
key to widen the first ring.

"Yes Mistress." Victor was being a good boy now.

"These go around your sheath, see?" I put the first one over his
cockhead and it slid down the aluminum shaft with the scratching of
metal on metal.

I tightened it into place, about an inch from the base of Victor's
cock, just until he winced slightly as that sheath began to constrict
noticeably. Then I put on the second, roughly an inch below his
cockhead, tightening that one as well, but tighter, compressing his
cock by a quarter of inch perhaps, and then I went back to the first,
doing the same thing.

"Ohhhh...fuck..." Victor was almost reaching back to stop me, because it
was an uncomfortable experience beyond a certain point.

"You're okay." I chuckled, holding up the key. "I'll give this to Eve,
I think. She'll enjoy having a little control over the cock that once
controlled her, don't you think?"

Victor's face was ashen and he was shaking just a little, which was
disappointing. I hadn't really done anything to hurt him at all,
except squeeze his balls. Certainly the sheath was nowhere near as
tight as it would be later, and his balls were turning darker nicely,
the sack becoming round and full, but not yet bloated. That would take
some time yet.

No, I hadn't hurt Victor at all I wondered at how slight his tolerance
for pain must be. Or perhaps he thought I'd brought him here for a
nice little threesome. That thought made me smile and I sighed,
unlocking his ankles finally from those shackles he'd been wearing. He
had some scratches, some bruising, but not a lot.

"This way now." I picked up my crop, smacking his butt with it like he
was a domesticated animal, herding him out of the bathroom with his
red balls hanging low like a big Easter egg and his silver cock
bobbing up and down.

"I think I should be going, really..." Victor was saying, as if there
were even the slightest chance that I'd let him leave.

"And I think I'll sew your lips shut." I replied. "Which do you think
is more likely to happen, Victor?"

He was smart enough not to answer, or perhaps he was just afraid
enough. I wasn't trying to frighten him though; this was all just
harmless fun, so far.

"Welcome to Love." I smiled, opening the door for him.

Where Pain was a room with many wires and chains and pulleys and
suspension devices of all sorts, Love was intended for much more
primitive forms of bondage. There were several crucifixes along the
far wall, the classic Roman cruciform, and an X-shaped one, another
formed as an H, and another Z-shaped. They all had their uses and like
most visitors, Victor's eyes were drawn to them immediately.

But it was a large room and I had a number of devices. Stocks and
bonds, pommels and saddles mounted on wooden platforms. Chairs of
various designs. Very nearly everything had restraints built into
them, in one form or another. They were all wooden, and most of the
items were very old, originals from ages past, such as a rack from the
Inquisition, still very functional and it was scarred and scorched and
stained with centuries of blood.

Very few people had ever seen a proper rack and Victor didn't
recognize it for what it was. Nor did he appreciate the wheel, upon
which women and children had been broken during the sacking of
Constantinople in the Fourth Crusade. It had been a gift from Nicolai
and he'd been able to point at every nick and chip and discoloration,
recounting their occasions and victims. As well he should, he'd been
one of the executioners then.

The wheel served a merely decorative purpose now, mounted on the wall,
and it was the only thing in that room I hadn't put to practical use.

Victor had resisted finally, as he had no real love for me. He fought
weakly at best, however, and even the strongest of men would have
stood little chance against me. I'd racked him easily, binding him
foot and hand with coarse rope that chafed is skin, and I'd pulled him
tight, listening to the creak of wood, the soft cracking of old rope
as it drew itself tight. And of course the soft popping of Victor's
bones and tendons as they were pulled into and out of place, as the
case may have been.

I didn't hurt him too much, and I merely wanted him immobile really,
and frightened. I wanted him deathly afraid and the rack served that
purpose well. I pierced him repeatedly as he laid there, beginning
first his foreskin. The clamp was unsightly and so I used a simple
ring of surgical steel to close his foreskin over the head of Victor's
penis, which was turning red and swollen as the metal sheath was very
snug around his prick.

I pierced his nipples as well, with similar rings. It was only mildly
painful, all of that, but Victor was unruly and loud, fighting his
bondage as much as he was able, which is to say hardly at all. Still,
he was exhausting himself needlessly and it annoyed me. Especially the
noise and so I pierced his lips as well, using five somewhat larger
rings to lock his upper and lower lips together.

That was very painful for the boy.

His mouth was swollen and bloody, with five silver rings spaced evenly
from one corner of his mouth the other like the delicate bars of a
prison window. I rather liked the effect and Victor was much quieter
now, even subdued as he breathed heavily through his nose. His brown
eyes were wide and filled with horror, his pasty skin flushed and damp
with perspiration. His cock stood upright and stiff in its silvery
sheath, the head swollen and straining at the ring which confined it
further within its foreskin. And his ball sack, it had only been a few
hours, but already it was nice and fat and round, bloated with trapped
fluids and darkening nicely.

I considered piercing his eyelids closed, as I'd never done that and I
wondered if I had rings that would be suitable to the task. They'd
have to be very delicate indeed and...

"Mistress." Eve had returned to me, finally.

She was clean and fresh and recently fed, looking beautiful as ever
and one would never suspect she'd spent the day locked to a cock. Eve
ignored Victor completely, looking only at me and not directly, but
with her eyes down.

"Have you finished your chores?" I asked her with a little smile,
feeling happy to see her. Eve really was the only pure joy in my life
now that I'd lost Wren.

"Yes Mistress..." She hesitated, but she knew she could speak freely.
"There is some news, perhaps you would be interested."

"News?" I narrowed my eyes slightly. "What do you mean?"

It was only very rarely that Eve would draw something to my attention
and the word 'news' meant very little. I knew what was happening in my
city, I could sense its pulse, its energy even standing there in my
apartment. I concerned myself not at all with human doings, only those
of the others like myself. If there were something wrong I would get a
sense of it immediately and the world seemed right with me.

I suppose I thought immediately of 9/11 and all of that, which had
rather infuriated me in the sense that it had happened in my city. I'd
been tempted to find the person responsible myself and see to it that
he spent an eternity in pain, for it was very much within my power to
do so. I could turn him and keep him weak, malnourished and chained
for a thousand years, visiting such torments as Dante himself had
never dreamed.

But he had his own demons, and by that I mean very real ones and
they'd protect him even as they consumed him, and so it was a battle
best saved for the time and place of my choosing. I hadn't forgotten
him though, and it was my first thought upon hearing that odd word
tumble from Eve's soft lips.

"In California, Mistress." Even licked her lips. "I have it upstairs."

"California?" I laughed. "Maybe it fell into the sea finally." I
stroked Victor's taut belly and he groaned. "Don't move. I'll be right
back."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The news was on CNN, but I disliked television entirely and I refused
to entertain it. Eve used the computer to call up what she wanted me
to see.

"...largest manhunts in recent years is underway in Northern California
for suspects in the brutal slaying of two police officers..."

"...eye witness reported that one of the suspects, a young woman, was
being questioned by two Sacramento police officers when she attacked
and killed officer Stephen Jakobs, 29 of..."

"...officer Ramirez fired one round at the young woman, before she was
killed with a blow to her neck and head by the second suspect, also
female..."

"...I saw it, yeah, like this girl just jumped into the car, see? And
then they hit the pole there and she came out, like covered with bleep
blood and then the other cop, she shot the girl but I don't know,
cause I was bleep on my face, right? But the other one she had like a
machete or something, I didn't see it, but it took the cop's head
bleep off! bleep I never seen no bleep like that before..."

It was vaguely interesting, but I wasn't sure why I should care if a
couple cracked up whores killed a couple vice cops in Sacramento.
Things like that were not exactly common, but hardly significant to
me. It was a good story for the news people and they were playing it
up with eye witness accounts and expert opinions and historical
precedents and comparisons, but...

Eve used the mouse to bring up a related article.

"...third body was found less than 50 yards away, on the roof of a
liquor store. Police are withholding the name of the victim pending
notification of next of kin. According to sources, the victim, a young
male caucasion, was found with his throat apparently cut and drained
of blood. Investigators are attempting to establish a possible
connection with the recent murder in Oregon of 18 year old Jason
Reese, whose body was found under similar circumstances late last
night..."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

So there were two of them and one had been feeding while the other had
been stopped by the police for some reason. That was rather careless,
I thought, if they were indeed vampires. We were not stupid, as a
general rule, simply because survival of the fittest demanded no small
degree of intelligence. But bad luck did happen, even to the most
cautious of us.

"Are they vampires, Mistress?" Eve asked, as if I knew everything. She
was very much like an adoring child in some ways.

"Possibly." I pursed my lips. "But either way it will be bad for the
West Coast."

Anytime something like this happened, whether it was a vampire getting
into trouble, or some cultists playing at being evil, it always
aroused the media. Everyone loved a good vampire story and it was too
soon to discern all the facts. If they'd been using knives, as the one
witness suggested, then they were almost certainly not vampires. Our
teeth and hands were much more effective at killing than any blade
could be.

The media would feed on it, drawing attention and so the police would
be extra diligent, digging through old cases, calling in the FBI and
their experts and voluminous data. Someone would be caught, it was
inevitable, but it wouldn't be vampires in any event. Even if two of
my kind had done this, they were beyond capture, beyond prosecution at
the hands of humans. The rest of us would see to that. They'd be
hunted by other vampires, killed and utterly removed from existence if
our species faced certain discovery. It had happened several times in
the past and it was perhaps the only way we could all be drawn
together to a single selfish cause.

I rather hoped that if they were vampires, these two women, that
they'd hide themselves away safely. I'd never hunted with the pack, as
Nicolai had called such affairs the one time he'd spoken of it. A
dozen vampires, even more than that, working together to find and kill
one of their own. Doubtless it was exhilarating, a challenge to
quicken our hearts and warm our blood, but I had no desire to leave my
city. Not for that.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You may...indulge yourself, Eve." I smiled at her. "Just leave him
alive for my bed."

We were downstairs, back inside the room I called Love, and poor
Victor was now at Eve's mercy. I would kill him in the morning, just
before sleeping, but for now I just wanted to watch my beautiful slave
exact whatever vengeance she felt necessary on Victor's helpless body.

I was hardly surprised when Eve dragged him, literally by his hair, to
a short pommel made of supple Corinthian leather. She pushed Victor
over it, face down, locking his hands and feet into stirrups designed
for just such a purpose and so the boy's ass was elevated nicely.

Eve didn't speak, she rarely did, which was something else I enjoyed
about her. It lent importance to what she did say and I was always
attentive to her words. Victor of course could do little more than
give guttural screams that were nicely muffled by his closed mouth.
The rings were imbedded deep and there were five of them, so I doubted
he'd pull them free.

I mulled over the news reports while I watched Eve don a long black
leather glove over her right hand. It was supple and fitted her neatly
and it was one of a kind, it had no left handed mate. The clove
reached her elbow and it was a snug fit, with an elastic band sewn
around the neck to keep it in place, even so it would loosen soon.

She had a can of shortening, large like a 5 gallon paint can with
metal handles. That was more for Eve's benefit than Victor's. I
doubted the young man would have thanked her if he could. Eve shoved
her hand into the can, moving her arm back and forth slowly for a
moment, and then bringing forth a large handful of white grease which
she slapped heavily onto Victor's anus.

She smeared it around for a minute, then worked a long black leather
finger inside him, oblivious to Victor's efforts to tighten his
buttocks and keep the girl out. Soon she added another finger, and
then another, widening and stretching Victor's well lubricated asshole
until she was finally able to get her last finger, and then her thumb
inside him.

It may have felt good at first, for Victor was moaning through his
closed mouth and moving his hips against Eve's penetrations, but when
eve finally had her hand inside the boy's ass she was ready to punish
him for daring to approach me in that underground club where he'd
found us. That was the worst of his sins, I knew, and Eve would make
him pay. But I'm sure that spending a day with Victor's cock hard in
her mouth hadn't helped Eve's disposition either, especially since
he'd orgasmed six times.

He must have been saving up, I thought with a smile.

Eve didn't push her arm inside his ass slowly. The limits of her
patience had been reached just getting him to let her inside. Now that
she was there Eve punch fucked the boy hard, keeping her fist inside
his rectum at first, slamming her arm forward into her prostrate and
drawing it back for another. I watched as shortening seemed to spurt
from Victor's sphincter, stretched unbelievably around Eve's wrist and
then even more as her leather clad arm surged forward.

Victor was mewling, which is the sound that best describes his soft
and high pitched sobs. His body was jerked, back and forth in time
with Eve's punches as she tore though his tender muscles and beat the
young man's prostate into a pulp. Eventually Eve was pulling her fist
completely out of Victor's ass, her black fist shiny and stained with
oily blood. She'd slam her fist back inside, punching through Victor's
anus, which was gaping raw anyway, until her fist impacted something
solid enough to stop her. And that was very nearly to the elbow.

That was real punch fucking. In and out, destroying the boy's muscles,
tearing the soft tissue of his rectum, rupturing his prostate and
largely rendering Victor's bowels useless. After thirty minutes of
that, long after he'd passed out, Eve paused, pulling her hand free
one last time and holding her fingers some portion of unidentifiable
flesh that she'd torn away. Even if Victor were to somehow survive his
little visit to our apartments, he'd need a colostomy bag the rest of
his life probably.

Eve was reaching for the smelling salts so she could revive Victor.
They had many more hours to spend together in that room and he'd sleep
later and forever.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I awoke to find Victor gone. I'd fed on him that morning and fallen
asleep cradling his dead and broken body in my arms. Eve had removed
him at some point and now she was there in his stead. I'd long since
given her permission to join me while I slept, and I know she often
did, for I could smell her on the pillows and sheets, even if she
herself was usually gone when I woke up.

Other times, like right then, I would find her close to me. Always
awake, always watching me as I opened my eyes, and willing to perform
whatever I might desire of her.

"Do you have it?" I asked her softly.

"Yes Mistress." She was so close her lips brushed mine when she
answered.

"Put it inside me." I licked her lower lip with the tip of my tongue.
"I'm wet already."

And I was wet and ready for Eve's phallus, a strap-on dildo that I
particularly enjoyed. It was perhaps eight inches long and not so
thick, but it was uneven with bumps and protrusions seemingly at
random and I rolled onto my back, preferring to take her that way,
with my legs over Eve's soft shoulders.

She entered me slowly at first, giving me an inch and taking it back,
teasing me as she pushed my legs higher, rolling my ass up to meet her
cock. Eve fucked me better than any man I'd ever had, knowing when I
wanted it slow, and when I wanted hard and fast. She was a magician
with that dildo, or a maestro perhaps, bringing out of me whatever
sounds she desired.

"Yeah...Fuck me with it...Nice...oh!" I was smiling, watching her eyes in
the gloom.

She could barely see me, but I saw her plainly. She was bright and
glowing with an aura like no other. Every human had an aura, and other
creatures as well. It was a measure of their passion, or strength, or
even their life itself. Few persons I'd encountered had an aura so
beautiful as Eve's and most of them were angels. When I'd first seen
Eve I'd know she was human, I could smell it on her, but that aura. It
wasn't meant for her and so perhaps that was why she was so different.

"An angel." I smiled, pulling Eve down to kiss me as she drove that
cock deep inside my quivering sex. An angel trapped in a human body,
that was Eve and I thought I was beginning to understand her finally.

"Oh Mistress..." She was breathing hard, grinding herself against,
rotating that prick inside my cunt while I lay beneath her. My legs
were bent back, very near my breasts and hard burning nipples, but it
wasn't uncomfortable by any means.

I had my hands on Eve's thighs, pulling her to me, squeezing the walls
of my cut as I felt my orgasm rising, wanting to hold her cock inside
me. She was moving faster, fucking me good, making me want it, making
my heart beat quick to push Victor's rich blood trough my veins.

"Harder..." I smiled, giving her free reign over my body. "Fuck my cunt,
Eve...I punished you with Victor...take your reward now...fuck me...fuck...me..."

I was cumming good then, all of my thoughts and words lost to
expression. I could only moan and kiss Eve's beautiful face, forcing
my tongue into her sweet mouth, grinding my ass up as best I could,
needing that hard cock inside me. If I had a single regret in those
precious moments when Eve made me cum, it was only that I hadn't yet
found a way to bring her to orgasm as well. I longed to bring the girl
off with me, so that we could cum together, even just once.

Eve held herself impaled within me for several minutes, catching her
breath while I regained my senses. I sighed when she pulled out of me
and replaced the dildo with her mouth. She would eat me for a long
time, and not because I demanded it, but because she wanted to worship
me. If I'd stopped her from it, Eve would have taken it as a rebuke
and so I just lay there, stretching my body and putting my fingers in
Eve's hair, letting her mouth wander my sex, lapping at my juices and
making me feel so good.

And it was during moments like that, while we were alone, just she and
I, that I had thoughts of turning her. She didn't want it, I knew
that, and there was every chance that it would fail. I would end up
killing her because it requires something more than the physical act
to change a human into a vampire. Something metaphysical, intangible,
like a specific soul perhaps, or a specific sort of soul.

But I wanted her and didn't want to see her age. I didn't want to see
Eve at 40 or 50 or 60 years. I wanted her young and beautiful and with
me forever. But turning her...I sighed. It would fail and she'd die. Or
it would succeed and she'd be unhappy with me, resenting always in her
heart what I'd done to her.

Nicolai had told me that vampires most often dreamed of their mates,
of the one they were meant to be with. Most often it would happen
later, after several hundred years, or even a thousand, and the dreams
would come, leading us to that one person. I'd asked him if he'd
dreamed of me and he'd laughed, telling me that he wasn't that sort of
vampire. He'd found me quite by accident, or perhaps not. He had been
looking for someone like me for a long time.

I didn't know if I believed him or not. I hadn't dreamt of anyone, but
I was a mere 12 years old as a vampire. Did another dream of me? When
I had such thoughts I felt foolish, like a young girl again, dreaming
of Prince Charming. It was Eve who brought me these thoughts, with the
knowledge that I couldn't keep her forever and the prospect of facing
a long future without her.

I pulled her to me, needing her close and I pressed my breasts to
hers, feeling her heart strong and rapid as I tasted myself in her
mouth. I made love to her that way, with my arms around her, with my
lips and tongue and eyes. I was the quintessence of evil personified
and yet with Eve I felt...

It was Wren doing this to me. I'd loved him and I killed him and since
that moment I'd focused those feelings on Eve. Yes, I'd enjoyed her
before, even loved her after my own fashion, but not like this. It was
clear to me that I now loved Eve as I had my brother, transplanting
those emotions, those needs from my memories of Wren into the life she
and I now shared.

It was a surprise to me, a revelation of sorts because I'd fairly
convinced myself that I would never love another. Not the way I had
Wren. But here was the proof, in my arms and in my mouth. I loved Eve
and I wondered what that meant, or even if it meant anything at all.

A part of me, the primal, instinctive vampire inside my soul warned
me. I knew she wasn't the right person; Eve wasn't my mate, not the
vampire I would share my life with. She was a minion, devoted and
adoring and bonded to me more closely than anyone could imagine, but a
minion nonetheless. She was not my mate. That voice, that part of me
most concerned with survival told me I should kill her now, while Eve
was happiest, while she was loved.

The rest of me, however, was far less concerned with survival than
with loneliness. I might...would...have to kill her some day, I told
myself, but not tonight. And that simple decision seemed as a great
weight lifted from my heart.

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end

Okay, this is sort of important. If you've been reading "The Runaway
Dream" which is being written and posted concurrently with this, then
you should already know that these two stories are part of a single,
larger storyline. If you haven't been reading "Runaway" then you might
want to start, as that's where this story is going. If you don't,
that's okay too.

This was a bit of a secret, but now I can tell you.

For those people who are only reading "Runaway Dream", they don't know
about this yet. They won't know until the storylines converge. So you
have a little advantage there, you can go read "Runaway" thinking...
'I know what's gonna happen...' and be sort of smug about it. Isn't
that cool?

Thanks for reading. rache

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rache696@yahoo.com
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm

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