So saraesvictoria suggested I try a crossover of A Touch of Madness and Torn Asunder. Full points for a challenging combo, I like it!
For those that have read Torn Asunder, you KNOW how Dante and Valentine are, so this shouldn't be a surprise.
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DANTE
This was a bad idea, bringing my Valentine out when she is still so... unstable. She'd only been a true vampire for a few months now, and the blood lust and violence was still staggeringly high in her, and yet... she had asked to be taken out into the world and I could not tell her no. Not after everything she had endured for my sake. The madness, the violence, the insanity, it was all my fault and if coming to a dance club would make her happy, I'd go to a hundred just to see her smile.
This club was called Faerie Tales and it was supposed to be filled to the brim with those creatures like them, the dangerous but supposedly controlled. My vampiric eyes had no trouble picking out far too many normal Humans though, so I guided my Valentine ever closer to the side of the room, nearly pressing us up against the stage where the was a little more darkness and a lot less living flesh to be damaged should she go on a rampage. The Brute of our Hunger had eased over the months since she was Turned, as the Family of vampires she had gifted me with gave us Power I had never imagined. Lucretia had ruled them with fear, but thanks to my Valentine I'd sworn to shown them the gift of a loving Family, in return they took some of the maddness away.
"She's beautiful..." Valentine whispered into the noisy club, my preternatural hearing always tuned to her voice. Even as my tawny love danced in front of me, her gaze was turned to the stage where we were witness to an interesting show.
On stage was a woman in leather, leaning towards what I recognized as an Incubus. One damned like me can always tell the other damned. The woman wasn't like us but she wasn't a simple human either, she was glowing inside with the seductive Power that was calling to my Valentine. Ever since the other half of my soul had been broken, she'd become something special, able to see and feel and DO things that weren't in the realm of sanity. She was always pulled to those that glittered with raw power like the morsel on stage.
"You're beautiful, she's appealing." I growled into my Valentine's hair, wrapping my hand around her throat gently so that she leaned back against me. I knew my love too well, and given the chance she would crawl on that stage with them and paint this whole club crimson. So instead I held her in place with my grip on her throat, my fangs teasing against her skin as we both watched the show, bodies pressed together to sway to the music.
As the entire club turned to watch, I could feel the Incubus radiate with excitement, his anticipation feeding into the lust that always burned below the skin of my Valentine and I. It was inopportune and yet a perfect distraction should she want to go ravening, the power we raised everytime we touched was astonishing. As the Incubus circled his prey on stage, my Valentine gripped the hand I had against her throat and reached for my other hand, bringing in up to rest against her belly. She knew that she was dangerous when the mood and madness struck her, and she was trying to assit me in keeping her still so I gratefully held onto her, pressing her against the stage so that she was trapped between my body and that barrier. It wouldn't be enough if she truly wanted out, but it was enough to make us both snarl, the press of our bodies together only agitating the lust the Incubus had already roused.
When the woman on stage sank to her knees and closed her eyes, my Valentine actually growled, a low and gutteral sound that was more seductive than it had any right to be. Her eyes were beginning to glow the umber of her Hunger so I knew it would be time to distract her soon. The fangs I'd brushed against her neck earlier as a warning now pressed in and sank into flesh, drawing for the power infused blood that ran her body. It was no longer warm, cooled to the same temperature as mine since she Turned, but it tasted better than any other that had ever passed my lips. My Valentine moaned, the growls of a moment ago forgotten as a new sensation filled her but I had to draw my fangs back before we could become completely deplorable here in the club. Sex and violence were too closely tied for us anymore, and others would likely die if I allowed us wanton abandon now. Instead I held my Valentine locked in the rigid prison of my arms even as she melted against me and we watched the spectacle building on stage. The Incubus on stage laughed and my love shuddered against me, turned from watching the stage to press against my chest, hand gripped to the fabric over my hips as she tried valiantly to hold the Hunger back. She was getting stronger everyday but it was always so hard for her, the struggle like for no other because she'd been a human soul with the Hunger before she'd Turned and it had gained a control over her that no vampire should ever endure.
