Chapter 10 Valentine and Dante

                                        

                                              
A/N: I am jumping this chapter back and forth between Dante and Valentine. I know it's gonig to be a little confusing to tell who is thinking what, but that's what I wanted so.... hope you like it. 
                              
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"Unless I do something horrible, with your help. It'll make us strong, but it's... wrong." Dante admitted, and I could hear a strange note to his voice that I now knew was his fangs filling his mouth. My earlier assumption had been wrong, he was still effected by my blood, he was just resisting it for my sake. 
                              
"I don't care what it is. If I can help you, I'll do it." I said rashly, having a trust in my twin that no one else would ever receive from me. Maybe he shouldn't have either, but I was already so broken that I couldn't fathom anything that he would ask of me that I wouldn't do. So when his lips dropped to mine and he kissed me in a way that was nothing about being a twin and everything about being a man, I opened my mouth to him and kissed back. It never even occured to me that this was the one man I shouldn't be kissing like this, but the sad truth was that this was the first man I'd kissed in far too long whom actually loved me.
                              
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"Unless I do something horrible, with your help. It'll make us strong, but it's... wrong." I admitted, and I could hear a strange note to my voice that warned me that my fangs were filling my mouth. Even though I was trying to resist it, the Hunger and its lust were roused and targeted on the delicious scent of Valentine in my arms.
                              
"I don't care what it is. If I can help you, I'll do it." She said rashly, having a trust in me that no one else would ever receive. I shouldn't have either, but she was already so broken that I could ask anything from her and there wasn't anything that she wouldn't do. So when my lips dropped to hers and I kissed her, it shouldn't have surprised me that she not only didn't pull away, but pressed against me and kissed me back. 
                              
It was all the invitation I needed, my vampirism making it all but second nature for me to pull her even closer, as if I were trying to blur the lines between us. I was. It was the only way she could get enough of my strength to defend herself with, and I knew of only one way to do this.
                              
My hand left her shoulder to sink into her hair and I shivered at the heat that eminated from her scalp. She was hot to the touch compared to my unnatural coolness and the more I kissed her, the more I drank in that heat myself. I could feel my fangs scrape a little line on her tongue and she moaned into my mouth, making my shivered hit full blow shudder as the sound awoke my full Hunger. 
                              
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My tongue was bleeding softly but I didn't want to stop the kiss. The pain, the fear and anger was all gone, the horrible wrongness being drawn out of me like a poison through our lips. And in its place I was being filled with a calming stillness. His hand sunk into my hair and I felt him shudder as he tasted my blood. And because of the strange nature I now harboured, it made me embarassingly turned on to have my blood affect him so strongly.
                              
The front of his white tuxedo was scrunched up in my fists as I held on tightly, the kiss becoming fierce as the monsters within rose to the surface. When the kiss ended, my lips were swollen, my tongue was bleeding and I was wearing far too many clothes for my own liking. His lips left a scortching line to my jaw as I pushed the fancy jacket off his shoulders and he let it fall to the floor, forgotten. Arms freed, he took back control, fist in my hair to pull my head to the side.
                              
I gasped and moaned softly as he gently kissed and bit my neck, not breaking the skin but instead teasing me. My hands grabbed his bicepts, trying to pull him closer to me so he'd bite down and give me the euphroia of his Feeding, but he wasn't making it that easy. With a shocked gasp, my white dress fell to pool around my feet, leaving me bare and exposed to the empty Carnivale, his hands having expertly undone the clasps without me even realizing. He chuckled at my surprise and his lips left my still unmarked neck and fell to nuzzle the delicate skin of my nipple.