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Torn Asunder

Vampire

Valentine 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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Chapter 18 Finale

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So while I couldn’t understand the words they spoke, and I didn’t care about what their clothes, religion and culture were about, they were the sacrifices this land gave to me. I came upon them as the man and woman hovered over their wailing child and that was all that they would ever experience again. The jagged, torn nails of my hand were still masculine, but longer now in my madness, animalistic as the body I wore tried to match the violence inside. Paired with the piece of our soul that belonged to this flesh, the form would have been a juggernaut of death and destruction. But even though I wore this flesh well, and commanded it with near perfect ease, there was that fraction between perfect control and just great control; it was enough to slow me down and allow the child a chance to scream before the sound cut off in a gurgle of wet death. The man's corpse was already cooling on the ground, not even a drop of his blood spared to the soil beneath.

I was changing, I could feel the Brute of our Hunger pull the very molecules of blood in through my skin, no longer bound by fangs. Where the flesh of my hands hit the warm skin of their bodies, even through the barrier of hteir clothes, I could draw the blood to me. I couldn't seem to damn the flow, feeling the strength like air filling my lungs. My body reinflated with each drop I stole, the woman, man and child forgotten as the song of blood pulled me farther into the settlement. The child's sceam of purest terror had pulled the inhabitents of the settlement out, spilling into the main thoroughfare to stare at me in horror, babbling in their useless language. I could taste their fear in the air like and it made my belly rumble like the smell of hot bread used to. Part of me would have been afraid, surrounded by so many all while I was unarmed. But I needed no weapon anymore, I wasn't even a weapon myself, I was simply death to these people.

The settlers ran indoors, the women to save the children and the men to arm themselves. It didn't matter what tools their weilded, I let one approach close enough and felt it when I could pull the blood out of him, even without touching him. It  wasn't as easy as drawing the blood through the flesh, each molecule was drawn to my skin like magnets across a distance. Thankfully the ignorant fool was rushing closer to me, thinking he could actually do damage with the tools in his hands. He was still far enough away to feel safe when I must have disappeared from his sight. I just stepped towards him and suddenly he was held aloft, my hand a steel band around his throat, his skin turning parchment paper fragile as I sucked the living fluid from his body, dropping a mummy in the dust. The red swam up over my vision after that, leaving the body I wore to Feed while the mind that powered it revelled in the slaughter.

As the last cries of the settlement drifted to silence on the soft night wind, a new smell reached me, shattering the Feeding frenzy and alerting me to the newest, tastiest morsel available. Lucretia. My body was finding this mortal blood paltry and weak, no longer close enough to satiating my needs or repairing the body I wore. But the vampire queen was going to be a much more satisfying meal. She was older, her blood held more power for me to draw on, enough that the next Run would be the last and we would be at peace. Something shimmered in the air around me, snapping and snarling, the teeth of the fear she tried to drive into me. Only the sane can be driven into compliance with fear, her special talent wasn't just useless against me, it provoked my Hunger and eliminated anything and everything else from my focus, leaving just my need and desire to kill her to get to him.

It should have been a quick fight; I was injured, young and although the body was vampire, the spirit was... not quite human any longer but not a vampire either. Lucretia was an enraged Family queen, the start of a bloodline and old with powers I would likely never live to develop. She had given up the last of her carefully hoarded humanity to regain a powerful Childe like we had become, to kill the monster, avenge her lost Childe Isabeau... the reasoning didn't matter. All that mattered was that there was no going back without a confrontation I couldn't let her win.

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