"You can't have him! He's mine, he's mine he'sminemineminemineMINE!" Isa shrieked, tearing at Lucretia's hair while the older and calmer vampire simply held Isabeau away, where she could do less damage.
Just when I felt like I could make a break for freedom again, I was once more riveted to the spot when Lucretia used a gentle seeming grip on Isa to force the blonde into a submissive position, and then snapped her fangs into the woman's neck. The Hunger throbbed in my gut, refusing to back down when it had already been denied repeatedly today. In my own body, that hadn't fully Turned, I could control the Hunger even though it cost me acute pain to do so. This time.... Dante's body was too strong for even my sense of self discipline to hold fast. It knew what Feeding from a Master vampire tasted like, and seeing the opportunity here, it drove me forward a few steps before I forced the body to halt again.
I was know a few short steps from the softly moaning Isa and the fiercely triumphant looking Lucretia. It was quite the sexual seeming act, a Queen asserting her dominance over one of her Court and I was helpless to keep the body I wore from responding to it. I could only hold us in place and hope that neither vampire noticed me standing here, struggling with my internal conflict. First and formost was the painful need to Feed. When I denied myself in my own body, it hurt but now if felt fatal. Just the concept of waiting made my veins boil and burn, aching for a new hit of fresh blood. My breath panted as I trembled, fighting to keep my feet still while the body tried to edge us closer. If I got close enough, this would quickly degenerate into something I would need intensive therapy for and I didn't want that. I'd had a hard enough time pulling myself back together after what happened with Caleb, I don't think I would survive a menage a trois with two vampire women, even if the body I wore was male and more than willing. I just knew I wouldn't survive it.
It was that sense of doom that gave me the strength to repell the Hunger and I stumbled away from the vampire women. My body hunched over my knees and I closed my eyes, going to far as to stuff my fingers in my ears to try and block out the sounds of Lucretia Feeding and Isa enjoying the act. My 'Master' seemed a lot more passive and languid now, and I made the mistake of looking up from my protective huddle before they were quite finished. I caught the heavy lidded and satisfied gaze of Isa as she was gently laid out on the bed with Lucretia smoothing fignertips over the tears in her neck.
"I understand that you attacked me because you bond was threatened. I do not hold it against you my Childe, but he is mine to take." Lucretia smoothed her hand through Isa's hair in an identical gesture to the one she'd used on me earlier. "I gave him a very simple choice. Come to me willingly and I will let him Turn his twin. Refuse me and I will take him anyways, and rip her throat out while he watches and bathe in her blood while he is helpeless to intervene." the smile on her face was still beautiful and seductive while she discussed my impending death. Well, technically Dante's if he was still stuck in my skin. I don't know what was a more horrifying thought, being in my own body to have my throat torn out, or being stuck in Dante's body and forced to watch while they killed me/him while I watched. Neither one sounded exactly uplifting and I started to understand why Dante thought Turning me was the lesser evil of the two options.
Now I was starting to wonder if maybe I needed to tell these two vampire women about my little switcharoo act with Dante. If they knew it was Dante in my skin, the Dante THEY both were fighting over, then they might be more amiable to helping us both out. But the snarling, animalistic possessiveness in my gut refused to allow these beasts anymore contact with my twin, and I couldn't give them yet more leverage to use against my Dante. It wasn't acceptible, and so I kept my mouth shut, knowing that if I just stalled long enough, Dante would bring the rest of my friends and come rescue me. Technically I would still be rescuing him, as he was wearing a Valentine suit, but this felt a little Mario to me nonetheless. This princess was definitely in a different castle than the expected one.
'But he's my first Childe." Isa whimpered, already submitting to her Master. I felt my lip curl in contempt at the display of weakness.
This....this useless, weak SLUT! She makes my twin believe she loves him, makes him believe that she was going to be there and care for him only to Turn him and then give him over to the first monster that asks for him! The anger made my vision haze out red and for the umpteenth time, in reaction to my volatile emotions, the fangs descended. The Hunger, fuelled by my own possessive rage hit me and destroyed any sense of restraint I had.
Like when I battled with the ghoul, the instincts of the body took over and I felt strangely distant from the things my eyes were seeing my body do. I lept the distance between myself and Isa, amused to watch startlement in the eyes of both vampires as they saw me coming and couldn't stop me. When a wave of fear hit me, it rolled off, no where near as powerful as my rage. When my Master commanded me to stop, the body tried to obey but my mind was not my twin's and the strange combination of my mind, his body was enough to let me slam into them both. My blunt fingernails were dull but my strength was enough to allow me to dig them into Isa' neck regardless, doing my valiant best to rip her trachea out so I could snap her neck with my fingers.
Lucretia disappeared from my sight and I didn't care, the Hunger to embroiled in my rage to pay attention to a potential threat. As much as I wanted to kill Isa, the Hunger wanted to Feed from her as well, and so I ended up lapping up her spilling blood in an animalistic nature, much like I had Ixchel's after the accident. While Isa tried to weakly fight me off, I felt this strange sense of something dissolving before I was literally hit with a desk.
I'd felt something in the back of my skull cave in at the blow, and my body fell to the floor, weak and limp. Lucretia roughly turned me over onto my back and knelt over me. "No killing my pets. I like all of you to get along." she pouted, and I was horrified that she started to peel off my blood soaked clothing. "You are going to be mine Dante. All mine." she promised softly.
Isa was still alive, my strange vampire sight left me aware that I had failed to kill that harlot. But I was too weak to finish the job. In fact, I was too weak to defend myself as Lucretia kissed my brother's lips. Her fangs pressed against my lips and I closed my eyes, knowing somehow what was coming next. Her fangs sunk into my neck and even injured, my body throbbed into instant readiness. Even with Lucretia filling the air around us with terror that made Isa whimpe and weakly try to flee, she took my body into hers and I nearly lost my mind in the process.

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Torn Asunder
VampireValentine and Dante Smith are twins that are nothing alike and yet share a strong connection. So what happens when one of the twins is pulled into the world of the vampire? Can the human twin rescue the other's soul or will they both go down in flam...
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