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Subject: {ASSM} The Long Fall 2 by Rachael Ross (Mm/F, Fantasy, Vampire, Nun, Violent, Caution)
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The Long Fall

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: Mm/F, Fantasy, Vampire, Nun, Violent, Caution

Note: Additional chapters will follow.


The Long Fall to Forever - Chapter 2
by rache


"Sneaking in these days?" I heard a soft chuckle, although I couldn't
see him. The stairwell was pitch black and vibrating with the music
coming from below.

"Well, you know." I shrugged. "You mind if I flick my Bic?"

"Be my guest." Michel's voice was gentle.

My lighter had a little flashlight built into it and I thumbed it,
creating a surprisingly bright beam of light. I pointed it around the
stairway and found him on the landing about a dozen feet below me. He
was holding a girl, maybe 20 years old, and her neck and blouse were
red with fresh blood. Michel's handsome face was stained around the
mouth and he kissed her lips briefly, and then placed her on the
floor, propped up in the corner like she was sleeping.

"I thought you were going to be hard to find." I said without smiling.

"Moi?" He sighed. "I'm very easily found, all you have to do is look
behind you..."

And just that quick he disappeared and I felt the soft breeze, the
chill on my face, and Michel was behind me, his arms encircling my
waist and his lips on my neck. I could feel his tongue, just the tip
against my skin, where my jugular pulsed and then his teeth, cold and
sharp, making tiny indentations in my flesh, but not piercing me, not
yet.

He sniffed my hair and then my shoulder. "You've had another man
recently." He whispered in my ear. "I'm jealous."

"He was nobody." I shivered, feeling his hardness against my ass. "You
have nothing to be jealous of."

"Hmmm..." He brought his hands to my breasts, massaging me through my
blouse, teasing my hard nipples with his thumbs.

"You're the only one I love." I moaned, turning my head, seeking his
lips.

"So you say." He closed his eyes, tilting his head and moving it as if
listening to some unheard melody. "What are you thinking, I wonder."

I pressed my body back against him, biting my lip and watching him.

"I'm thinking I want you to fuck me." I reached back, touching his
firm body, moving my hand down towards his erection. "I know you want
me, Michel. Did you think I'd forgotten you?"

"Forgotten?" He chuckled. "Ellen, why must you torment me so?"

"Tell me you love me." I squeezed his cock, feeling it strong and
heavy through his silk trousers.

"I'm incapable of such a thing." He cut away one of my buttons with a
razor sharp fingernail.

"Liar." I licked him across his mouth, pulling at his upper lip with
my tongue. "Prince of lies."

"Your cruelty knows no bounds, Ellen." He smiled at me, flicking away
another button, opening my blouse slowly.

"Tell me you love me and I'll give you what you want." I breathed.

"I'll tell you I do not and take what I desire." Michel cut away
another button, so that my blouse was open now, and he reached inside,
the vampire's hand cupping me gently, lifting my breasts upward so
that I went to my toes.

"Mmmm..." I shivered, feeling the ache in my breasts as he squeezed them
hard.

"Still whoring for the church?" Michel moved his right hand down,
under my skirt and he took my sex in his powerful hand, lifting me off
my feet.

And we were away and he could have taken me anyplace, for Michel
traveled through shadows, through darkness itself, and the feeble
light I still clutched could not penetrate it. He was very old and
very strong and I loved him desperately.

When we stopped we were in a church, of course, and Michel let me go,
smiling as I regained my balance on weak legs. I put my lighter away,
as the place was lit with yellowish lights and candles, and I turned
to face him. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, exposing my thin
black panties and the tops of my stockings. My blouse fell open so
that my pale stomach and heaving breasts were bare to his eyes.

We were at the front of the church, near the altar and it was raised
on wide steps with the cross behind it, large stained glass windows
glowed darkly on either side. Behind us were rows of empty pews, the
stone walls decorated with wooden bas-reliefs of the stations of the
cross.

I knelt there, in that church, and worked Michel's trousers, freeing
the vampire's rigid cock, feeling it warm with a dead woman's blood,
the tip of it wet with precum and I kissed it. This was what he
expected of me, my adoration, my worship as a betrayal to the masters
I nominally served in Rome. In heaven itself.

Michel enjoyed corrupting me, and I enjoyed his cold affections.

I took him into my mouth gently, keeping my eyes lifted to his. I
liked watching him watch me and he didn't move, but remained still as
a statue, letting me service him like a whore.

The church was empty, but it wouldn't have mattered in any case, that
was our nature, and I think Michel was actually a little disappointed
that we had no witnesses. He enjoyed humiliating me, or trying to. I
felt little enough humiliation when I was filled with my desires.

I moved my mouth up and down, working my tongue beneath the swollen
head and shaft as it glided between my soft moist lips. I washed his
prick eagerly, tasting the other woman, the dead one. Michel had been
inside her while he'd fed, but he'd been saving himself for me.
Waiting for me and I understood that he'd staged all of that for my
benefit, killed the girl while he'd fucked her, just so I would see.

I used my hands to free his balls, the supple sack, lightly furred and
heavy with his sperm filled testes. I pulled them loose from his
pants, sliding my mouth off Michel's cock and down, licking and
kissing until I was able to take his balls into my mouth. I washed
them slowly, one at a time, sucking and playing across his taut skin
with my tongue.

Michel enjoyed such attentions, his ego demanded it. I worshipped his
balls until he grew impatient, placing a hand on my head, guiding me
back to his penis so that I could suck him again. And he was moving
slowly, so that I followed him, crawling on my knees with my hands on
his hips, my mouth on his cock. Michel sat finally, lowering himself
onto a step near the altar, leaning back with his legs open, holding
my head as I knelt on hands and knees now.

"How inviting..."

I heard a voice, soft and light and sounding merrily as it echoed
through the church. I lifted my head, but Michel held me to his penis,
forcing my head back down.

"Don't stop, my love." Michel whispered. "It is only Paschal."

I felt someone behind me, pulling my panty aside and then a hard cock
penetrated my sex easily, piercing my humid folds so that the wetness
of my arousal spilled out around it. I moaned while that unfamiliar
penis pressed deep and I had little choice but to try and push back,
it felt too good to do otherwise.

That would be Michel's new mate, the boy I'd been told of, and like
all mated vampires they had no secrets from each other. Michel would
share me with him as easily as he would a fresh kill. I felt my heart
racing at that thought, at knowing I was alone with two vampires,
being fucked deeply now from both ends. I'd opened my throat for
Michel and his cock was deep inside me, so that my face pressed
against his wiry pubic hair. The vampire's balls slapping gently
against my chin.

And the boy behind me, who was no boy at all judging from the size and
strength of his cock, was rutting me deeply, finding my cervix with
his cockhead and taking great pleasure in bruising it with his violent
jabs. He was rocking my body, shoving my mouth down on Michel's cock
and only briefly pulling back, giving me a quick breath of cool air
through my nose.

I came suddenly and the boy knew it, laughing and slapping my ass,
telling Michel how my whorish cunt was squeezing his prick lovingly. I
shuddered with delight, my body flushed and my muscles weakening. I
felt my throat tight and painful, being stretched repeatedly by
Michel's long penis. My tongue felt swollen and my lips bruised, but I
refused to stop. I wanted him; I needed to taste his dead cum in my
mouth, in my belly.

"Enough..." Michel pulled away suddenly, as he was very close to cumming
then and I gasped loudly, drinking air into my burning lungs.

Michel reached for the altar, standing and grabbing at the chalice
there, knocking over a small golden platter so that it fell to the
floor with a discordant clatter, the Eucharist it had held spilling to
the marble tiles. He was stroking himself, masturbating into the cup
used for wine during mass. He came quickly, ejaculating into it,
polluting the cup with his seed.

The boy also was close and he pulled away from me, his cock leaving an
emptiness behind that made me moan, begging wordlessly for more.
Michel held the chalice for him, letting the young man stroke his dark
prick so that his sperm joined with his mate's, adding to the copious
fluids already present.

"Drink this now." Michel put the chalice to my lips. "Tell me you love
me, prove it."

"I do love you..." I breathed, feeling the cold metal on my mouth and
I opened for it as Michel tipped the cup slowly. "...Master..."

I sighed finally as their warm intermingled sperm flowed across my
lips and tongue and I swallowed for him, staring into Michel's red
eyes, seeing his sensual lips curled into a triumphant smile. I drank
all of it, in five or six swallows, feeling their vampiric semen
sliding down my throat, settling into my belly like a soft fire.

I licked the cup clean, while Michel stroked my hair and when I had
cleaned it to his satisfaction he tossed it aside, so that it clanged
unpleasantly across the floor.

I looked at the boy, Paschal, who was the color of caramel, golden
brown with large red rimmed eyes and straight black hair. It was woven
into a long elaborate tail reaching the small of his back. He was
beautiful, with prominent cheek bones and small soft lips. I thought
he was perhaps 17 or 18 years old, and so now he would be forever.

He looked at me curiously, perhaps wondering why Michel entertained
himself with me this way, but he said nothing. He was very new,
perhaps a month old, certainly no more than two or three, I thought. I
knew Michel loved him, or he wouldn't have turned the boy, but it
wasn't sexual, not in a human sense.

I knew Michel very well, or as well as a human could know a vampire,
and he wasn't excited by his own sex, but that was hardly a
requirement for love. They'd share their intimacies with others, with
the women that they fed on, or with their devotions, minions and
slaves like myself. So Paschal would feel no real jealousy, only the
lingering pangs of his recently lost humanity.

"We'll go now." Michel said simply and I knew he meant to take me to
his home, to his lair.

I was safe now. If he'd wanted to kill me he'd have done it already.
Michel had been more interested in seeing my reactions in the church,
for that was the place we'd first met, while I'd still been a novice.
And he'd raped me there, on that altar. Bitten me as well, and I'd
been very near death that night, but he'd stopped himself and let me
live. He knew what I was, what I wanted, and he'd let me serve him
ever since.

I'd been looking for Michel my whole life, or sometimes it seemed that
way to me, and every step I'd taken had led me to him. Whether it was
fate, or destiny, or my subconscious willing me along that path I had
no idea, but when Michel had taken me as his own, I'd surrendered
completely and I'd remained faithful to him in my heart. Bringing me
back to that place, as I knew he would, was a reaffirmation of my
devotion. I'd betray all else in my life to be with him.

Or so I'd tell him, and in his presence tell myself, for he had some
small ability to divine my emotions, if not my actual thoughts. It was
a dangerous and thrilling game, to play with a vampire thus, but I had
certain advantages.

One of them was that I did in fact love him, as I've said. He wouldn't
question that, for he could sense the truth of it. He was being
manipulated by the truth for I had indeed been looking for him, but
only because Michel had been chosen for our purpose. Cardinal Beschi
had chosen me as well, and I'd been played unwittingly into Michel's
arms, raped and ultimately seduced by him, only to learn the truth of
it much later.

Sometimes it was hard to tell them apart, Michel and the Cardinal. I
believed they were both evil, existing as they did at opposite
extremes. But I'd long given up trying to reconcile my feelings, and I
served both masters equally well. Which was perhaps what they most
wanted in any event.

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

"Sacramento." I said, holding a glass of wine and standing in the cold
San Francisco night.

We were on the balcony, behind low balustrade of stone and overlooking
the city and the bay far below us. It was a grand house, very old and
well dressed from ages past. Michel was something of an art collector
and his private gallery was impressive. I'd been looking at his latest
acquisitions, expressionist works by Klee and Kandinsky amongst
others.

But it was time for talk.

"There were two of them." I continued. "Females, a girl and a woman,
coming from the north. Oregon, maybe Washington or Vancouver."

"Yes." Michel nodded. He held his own glass of wine, but he wouldn't
drink of it. He merely held it as a gesture of etiquette.

"You know them." I said.

"I know the woman, she's the older." Michel shrugged. "The younger, I
have no idea."

"Who is she?" I asked, turning my back to the city and facing Michel.

"Why do you want to know?" He smiled at me. "They will be gone soon."

"I need to know that you're safe." I sipped my wine. "All of your
kind. They were very messy and it makes people nervous."

"We're safe." He offered patiently. "No one can touch us here."

"The FBI has the girl's blood, the one who was shot." I leaned back,
folding my arms under Michel's suit coat as it hung over my shoulders.

He looked at me then.

"And the bodies, they'll be making casts of the bites, examining the
teeth." I stared at him. "We don't need this."

"And so what would you do, Ellen? Hmmm? Would you kill them?" He
dipped his finger in his wine, and then put it to his closed lips,
moistening them.

"I just want to find out why." I shrugged.

"You already know why." He tilted his head. "No, you want something
else, what is it?"

"I want to talk to them, that's all." I watched as he moved closer,
touching my hip with his hand.

"More data for your behavior model, is that it?" Michel smiled,
bending his kiss to my neck and I smiled, turning my face away,
offering it to him.

"Tell me about the older, the woman." I shivered under his soft wet
lips.

"I'm thinking about it." Michel tossed his glass over the railing and
into the darkness beneath. "Tell me why it happened."

"The murders?" I reached down to feel his penis, once again hard for
me.

"Mmmm..." he slid the coat of my shoulders, letting it fall to the
smooth stone beneath our feet.

"The younger started it." I unzipped him slowly. "She was frightened,
I imagine. The older was away, feeding perhaps...Except..."

"Except what?" Michel was slipping my buttonless blouse away, so that
a breeze caught it, carrying it away like a dying bird.

"There was too much blood." I reached inside, stroking Michel's cock.
"It's cold out here."

"You won't feel it, I promise." He kissed my left nipple tenderly and
it was hard and long, my skin breaking out with goosebumps.

"They were doing something, for a reason." I continued, arching my
back slowly. "The younger panicked and her instinct was to kill."

"It's who we are." Michel put his arms around me, pressing his mouth
to my breast and I felt his teeth then, stabbing into my flesh and I
gasped.

I released his cock as he lifted me easily, without withdrawing his
teeth from my breast, drinking my blood as it flowed into his gently
sucking mouth.

"Oh, Michel..." I moaned softly, clutching him as he moved us inside,
towards his bedroom.

My heart beat faster and the pain was nothing, barely noticed beneath
the warmth that overfilled me. I arched myself against his kiss and
closed his eyes, only to open them once more when he laid me upon his
soft bed.

I was bleeding from his bite, just beneath my left nipples, and
without undressing Michel entered my sex quickly, pushing his cock
past my panty as he pulled it roughly aside. I held my breath as his
cock split me easily, finding the damp remains of my recent orgasms,
when he and the boy had taken their pleasures from my willing body.

Michel drove his penis inside me completely and we didn't move. I just
lay there, my skirt bunched under my hips, my stockings askew. He bent
his mouth to my right breast and took me there as well, drawing blood
from deep inside my flesh and I felt my pussy clasping his cock. I
wanted him to fuck me, to move with me as I began to rock my hips, but
he did not.

"Fuck me..." I breathed.

But Michel merely moved his mouth higher, to my shoulder, biting me
again. Never so deep to be truly dangerous, nor long enough to slow my
rapid heart, but he was biting me over and over and I had a dozen
bites across my body when I had my orgasm, cumming around the
vampire's as yet unyielding, and motionless prick. It was a torturous
tease, being so full and Michel's size and strength holding me in
place, so that all I could manage was the smallest movements with my
ass and hips.

"I should turn you." Michel kissed my face, leaving bloody stains upon
my pale skin.

"And what of your mate?" I asked him, bring my left and to cradle his
head.

"I will kill him." He whispered. "He bores me already."

"I would hate you for it." I lifted my knees, wrapping my legs around
his waist.

"All the more reason." He smiled and his eyes were burning bright.

"I serve you better as a human." I pulled his mouth to mine, pressing
my tongue between his lips and tasting my own blood there.

"I will miss you when you grow old." Michel licked across my lips and
he moved, just a little, pulling back and thrusting into me so that I
gasped.

"And mourn me when I'm dead." I smiled. "Turning me would spoil...Uh..."
He pushed inside my tight cunt again. "...the romance."

"I would have you hate me a thousand years, before giving you to the
earth..." Michel said and then he bit my neck, quickly and without
mercy.

He fucked me hard then, as an animal, rushing his cock in and out of
my womb so that I would cum for him, my excited heart speeding me to
my death as he drank me quickly, his throat working to swallow my
blood as it poured from my open throat.

I was starving to death, my blood growing thin and weak, being pulled
from my limbs first, so that even through the fever of my orgasm, I
could feel the chill in my fingers and toes, spreading into my arms
and legs. I breathed slowly then, my lungs aching and legs fell away
from Michel's body finally and my thoughts were incoherent.

I was dying, finally. My love, my Michel, was finishing what he'd
started so long before, when I'd been a child of 18, now at last he
was finishing. I was dying and I felt him cumming even as my heart
ceased and my last thought, my very last before I died, was that the
Cardinal was going to be very pleased.

All I had to do was survive the turning.

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

I was famished and restless and it was very hard to think clearly. The
moon was up, I could smell it. Moonlight smells as an aphrodisiac and
my skin crawled with desire. I paced my chambers, the bedroom in which
I was locked. The room was a of stone and rock, with no windows and a
door of thick oak banded with steel. I clawed it, gouging the old
black wood deeply, but I'd find no exit there.

And the voices, in my head. There were thousands, all of them
incomprehensible and teasing me, like thoughts on the tip of my
tongue. Human thoughts, made of flesh and blood, just beyond my reach.
I'd never been so hungry in my life and I was panting with lust. My
breast felt swollen and my nipples burned with a cold fire. My cunt
felt raw and empty and I fingered it continuously, pinching my clit
viciously as if I would tear that bit of electric flesh away.

This was tortuous and maddening and I had fears and doubts and I would
huddle on the floor occasionally. Did Michel know? Had he learned all
of my secrets, and so now this was my punishment? He'd tricked me, I
thought, while I'd been playing so clever, he'd fooled me and locked
me away. I'd go mad with hunger and die of starvation. A slow cruel
death like no other imaginable.

But he couldn't know. It was impossible, I was far to smart, to
cunning for him. He had a thousand years, but he'd never met me. I was
unique and he couldn't have planned for me. Michel couldn't have
anticipated me. I paced the room and bit my lips and wept cold tears
waiting for him helplessly.

When the door opened I leapt, as he knew I would. It was what all of
his children had done and he had a man for me, tall and strong and
fit. He was beautiful and curious and oh so willing. He thought he was
sleeping with Michel, but he was wrong. I ripped into his throat
greedily, burying my face in the man's torn flesh and drinking deeply
while Michel watched.

I thanked him silently. My love, my savior. He hadn't forgotten me, he
hadn't punished me. He'd brought me what I needed and I felt my body
filling with desire for him even as I fed for the very first time in
my new life.

Michel knew this as well, how feeding and sex are indistinguishable,
and most often necessary. The penetration, the intimacy of sharing
precious fluids, sustaining life and energy. Feeding might have been a
metaphor, if it were not so real.

Michel took me from behind wile I held the dying man in my arms,
spilling his rich crimson blood over us both. He fucked me violently,
as I'd taken my victim, it was all connected, all interrelated. I
groaned as Michel's cock entered my cunt and I fed until I felt my
orgasm, a real one and how very unlike those I'd felt as a human.

This was dark and deep, like a dragon waking in my belly. It consumed
me as I collapsed on the man I'd killed, kissing his dead mouth,
pushing my tongue between his lips. I was making love to a dead man,
imagining his cock inside me, not Michel's. It was the same with
males, with Michel and the others, they'd fuck their victims and most
often loose their seed into a dead woman's womb.

Oh, how I envied them for that. I had to content myself with his limp
body, with his slack jaw and empty eyes. Only Michel's penis
heightened the pleasure and brought me to that lofty plateau of
orgasmic rapture. The rest of him was needless and unnecessary. I
ignored him, giving that corpse all of my affections, my soft moans,
and whispered sighs.

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

I slept again, for I was very weak and when I awoke there was a woman
beside me. Alive and frightened, but willing. I was hungry again. A
vampire feeds once every three days or so, but a newborn must feed
daily until it is strong.

"I'm for you." The girl told me and she didn't move, or cry, or even
scream as I closed my arms around her naked form, pressing my aching
breasts to hers, and sinking my teeth into her neck.

She made love to me, as much as she was able, holding my in her own
arms and bringing her thigh to my sex. I was slower this time, and
much more gentle, and the girl lived for a long while beneath my kiss.
I stroked her flesh and rubbed my sex against her leg, savoring the
sensations that only feeding may bring.

I fingered her pussy from behind, as she was much smaller than I, and
I felt her felt and humid. Her cunt was alive then, hot inside and I
rather enjoyed that. I held her tightly, squeezing her, drawing her
blood only as fast as her heart was willing to give it. When she
orgasmed finally, it was just a short while before she fell asleep.
She died gently and I felt much better about that.

I held her while I slept, wondering why she would have sacrificed
herself so willingly for me.

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

I awoke on the third day, rising from my bed and I found clothes laid
out for me. It was well after sunset, approaching midnight, and I
dressed slowly. I felt everything differently, physically and
emotionally as well. The silk dress, black and grey, felt heavy
somehow, as if my fingers could feel every silken strand, the texture
somehow rough and unfinished. I felt it over my body and it was
comfortable, and a good fit, but I felt neither cold nor warm.

There was a thong, black and supple. I stepped into it, pulling it up
and smoothing my dress down. The texture was pleasant, the slight
pressure against my clit made me smile, and wondered that I'd never
noticed such a thing previously. Not stockings, just shoes. New ones,
in black leather with three inch heels and open toes. They were
comfortable and easy to walk in.

My purse was there and inside my 9mm Beretta, my big black Advil and I
wondered if I'd ever truly need it again. But the coldness of it, the
weight of it gave me pleasure. I flipped the safety and checked the
clip and the breech, 14 rounds altogether, hollow points with mercury
tips, painted with red wax on the nose. I could shoot with either
hand, well enough to compete with my friends at the FBI and not be
embarrassed. But now...

"Are you thinking about me?" Michel's voice didn't surprise me. I'd
heard him and smelled him, and someplace in the back of my mind I'd
felt his approach.

"Always." I looked at him, my gun tight in my right hand, finger
caressing the trigger, safety off.

I could do it so quickly, so fast. My reflexes had always been
superior and now they were inhuman. I saw it in my mind, the likely
actions the possible outcomes. I knew where he'd move and I'd fire a
bullet at empty air, knowing Michel would be there in that fraction of
a second to meet it. I'd kill him.

"I am here." He smiled, spreading his arms slightly, dressed in a
black suit, with a red silk handkerchief in is breast pocket.

"I told you I would hate you." I smiled, safed the pistol and put it
in my purse. "Not kill you."

"And I should regret your mercy forever, my love." Michel smiled,
holding out his arm for me to take it.

"Where is your boy?" I asked Michel as he led me to the rooftop, which
I hadn't expected.

The moon was full and high above us, with one of the planets in close
attendance, shining far more brightly than any star. We walked to the
edge of the flat rooftop, some 50 feet above the ground, and on the
northwest side even further as the house was built on the side of a
steep hill, almost a straight drop of some four or five hundred feet
into a wooded ravine. The city lay below us, sparkling in the crisp
cold air. In the distance I could hear the low bellow of the foghorn
at the Golden Gate Bridge and closer the confused thoughts a million
humans, buzzing softly in my ears like insect wings.

"Paschal?" Michel took a deep breath. "Out there, someplace. I told
him about you."

I looked at Michel.

"I told him I would keep one of you." He smiled at me. "The one who
survives."

"You told me you'd kill him." I pursed my lips, frowning.

"And so I have, unless I've underestimated you, Ellen." He leaned
forward and kissed me, just below my hairline. "Have I?"

I left him there, standing alone and I had five hours, perhaps a
little longer to kill the boy, or he would kill me. Paschal would be
hunting me already, as soon as I left the house and I tried to get a
sense of him, but there was only Michel.

If I couldn't find him, then my best chance would be to let the boy
find me. I had no experience with my powers, such as they might be. I
wasn't even aware of my weaknesses as such, except I was reasonably
sure I wouldn't care for the sun when it came up. Paschal was newborn
as well, though, just a few months old and he'd been young when Michel
had turned him, so I didn't think he'd have a lot of experience. But
underestimating him would be unwise.

I wondered if Michel had meant what he'd told me, about his faith in
my ability to kill another vampire. It seemed very likely Michel might
have arranged all of this just to test his new mate. I had extensive
knowledge of vampire history, something which they themselves had
never appreciated to my knowledge, and so I knew such tests were not
common. But neither were they unheard of.

It was true that vampires mated for a life, a fact they took some
amount of pride in, as if it both separated them from humans, who were
notorious for breaking with their spouses, and gave them further
affinity with wolves. There was a spark of kinship there, between
vampires and wolves that went beyond mere interest, although that was
one secret I'd never fully exposed to my liking.

Having said all that however, it was also known to me that vampires
killed their mates, at least some of them did. Michel certainly fit
into that category. Before the boy, Paschal, he'd had a girl, a very
young girl of 12 or 13 years, and she'd been with him over a hundred
years, perhaps longer for I'd never pressed for details. And then one
day...She was gone. Michel had told me himself that turning a girl so
young had been a mistake. He was not the paternal type and there were
complications, as he put it.

But none of that was truly significant. I had one choice if I wanted
to survive and that was to kill Paschal. The reasons would come clear
later and I could analyze them to my heart's content. At that moment I
was busy learning how to fly.

Flying is perhaps the wrong word, as I didn't float on the air, or
soar like a bird. Or even change into a bat, for which I was somewhat
grateful. Instead I had inherited some ability from Michel it seemed,
which to my limited understanding of vampiric reproduction wasn't
entirely uncommon. I was able to use shadows, moving from one to the
next as quickly as you could imagine it. I'd step into one and emerge
from another, within my line of sight it seemed, although I was trying
different things with varying results.

It worked very well, especially away from artificial lights, like
streetlamps, or a car's headlights. Shadows from the moon were the
best, and there was a texture to them. They were intangible,
certainly, but at the same time I could feel the shadows I entered and
moved through. They were neither cold nor warm; not heavy or light.
They were much like feeling the weight of your skin over your flesh; a
thing difficult to imagine, let alone express, but present
nonetheless.

It was quite enjoyable once I became used to it, although moving
through a shadow that disappeared on me was an abrupt stop and left me
momentarily off balance and a little disoriented. It was like walking
up a moving escalator and then it stops, catching you mid-stride. That
next step isn't where you thought it was going to be and you stumble,
or even fall. Even with the occasional misstep though, I covered some
ten miles in less than thirty minutes. Michel could have done it in
less than one, I was certain. But he'd had centuries of practice.

And Paschal would have his own skills and abilities, perhaps similar
to mine, perhaps different. I had no way of knowing until I faced him,
which made me very wary as I entered a lonely part of the San
Francisco waterfront, very near the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge.
There were long miles of dark warehouses, and the occasional office
and even a small bar or tavern here and there, especially nearer the
bridge itself.

I slipped through a chain link fence as if it wasn't there, moving
through the shadow of an adjacent building and I was really beginning
to enjoy that trick. And I could smell him then, Paschal, somewhere
close, he had to be close because that part of me was weak yet. He was
above me, I thought, moving silently upon the roofs perhaps and I drew
my pistol, flicking the safety with my thumb, for that cold steel was
as much a comfort to my heart as it was my hand.

I walked along an old brick warehouse, towards the water. It was on my
left and I dragged my fingers across the rough stone, holding my
Beretta angled down and out in my right hand. My nails had grown long
and sharp, without me noticing, and my eyes must have changed as well,
I was certain, taking on a red glow. I could feel my teeth long and
razor sharp and the hair on the back of my neck felt stiff. I was
tingling with excitement, my heart beating and there was no fear. This
was the hunt and I felt a sexual charge flow through me at the
prospect of finding and killing my prey.

I had the urge to abandon my weapon, feeling strong the desire to rip
into soft flesh with my claws and teeth, rather than merely shooting a
projectile at someone. That seemed almost ludicrous, even insulting to
some extent, but I kept it even so. I was a vampire, but I told myself
I was something more besides. There had never been one such as me,
never in all of history and that was to my advantage, I hoped.

I didn't hear him, or see him, or sense Paschal in any physical way,
but I knew he was there and I was pulling the trigger before I caught
even a glimpse of his shadowy form. Brick and mortar exploded next to
his head and fragments from my bullet drew blood from his cheek. I
fired once more, missing as he moved quickly into shadow, and
instinctively I dropped low, sweeping with my leg as he emerged,
taking Paschal's legs out so that the boy fell hard on his back.

I might have taken him then, but my stance was poor, my balance off
center, and so I pushed myself up, leaving the gun as it clattered
from my fingers. I landed a dozen feet away, crouched and hissing at
him while Paschal stood up slowly, his eyes burning and his beautiful
face turned malevolent with rage.

He was stronger than me, but all he had were his vampire instincts,
the boy had never fought anyone in his life and so he hadn't the
experience or wit he needed to take me. It was unfair in the end and I
had no desire to toy with him. I'd never been cruel, not in that way.

Paschal lunged for me, as an animal would and it was fast, blinding,
but so was I and took him with a throw that even my humorless sensei
would have appreciated. He landed hard on the pavement, momentarily
stunned as he staggered to his knees. That was enough and I stabbed my
hand into his back, fingers stiff and strong as steel so that I could
grab his heart in my fist.

The boy's chest exploded with blood and he looked down, but I couldn't
see his face. It was the quickest and surest way to kill a vampire and
Paschal was dead before he hit the pavement, his body sliding off my
arm with a dull wet sound and then the soft thud as he lay there
motionless.

I blinked at myself, black moonlit blood covered my skin from the tips
of my fingers past my elbow. I felt that soft muscle in my hand,
dripping and the arteries and veins ragged where they'd been torn
apart. I kept it, of course, as a present for Michel, a memento of his
young mate. I'd felt great pleasure killing him, but it passed quickly
and I felt an empty chill inside me.

It wasn't guilt, but only regret that Paschal had been so young.
Michel taken the boy's life, and I'd taken what remained. My feelings
were tempered with the knowledge that Paschal would have killed me if
he could, but in all honesty, he'd never stood a chance. Michel hadn't
been testing him at all, only me.

I waited briefly, knowing Michel was near. He'd been close to me all
night and I didn't turn as I felt his arms encircling my waist, his
body against my back. I just held that heart and dropped it only when
he kissed me finally, turning my chin with his fingers, and welcoming
me to his world.

I was deep in it now.


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