Torn Asunder

I stared at the blood dripping off my Master and lover's face and the first thing that washed through me wasn't remorse, or worry, guilt or love. I was powerfully aroused by it, and absolutely disgusted. Isabeau stared at me and for once the violence didn't incite her own lust.

"I'm sorry Master. I don't know what happened." I felt the words tumble out of my lips as I dropped to the floor on my knees. I'd attacked her before and she'd loved it. The more violent I'd gotten, the louder she'd screamed and begged me to make her come. This time though, I'd nearly ripped off her damn face and she knew that lust and love had nothing to do with it. That had been pure killing rage.

Isabeau's face was still dripping blood and my weak moral code broke a little more when I found myself crawling over to her, nearly prostrate as the bond between us compelled me to beg her forgiveness. I had attacked my Master and it was her place to punish me. The arrogant man I used to be shook inside my head, trying to buck off the overcontrolling Hunger and bond but I couldn't. My humiliating crawl only ended when my hands touched her feet and still she stayed silent, watching me lose another shred of my humaity just to earn her forgiveness. But I needed her now, and we both knew it. There was no way back for me, and if I wanted my twin to share eternity with me, only Isa was able to help me make that happen. So when I reached Isa's feet, I bent even farther forward and kissed the top of each dainty toe. It's not as disgusting as it sounds. Firstly, my Isa is fastidiously clean, outside of sex and feeding. Secondly, the moment my Master became a vampire, she stopped sweating and secreting the same oils and chemicals that the mortals around us oozed out constantly. So unless she'd stepped in something foul between the bed and the wall, there was no way for her foot to be dirty now.

Isabeau wasn't a terribly old vampire, as far as her span of the centuries, but she was old fashioned enough to still prefer sleeping in a night gown. Since the loose, nearly see through cotton was every kind of distracting on her body, I loved seeing her wear them. It was always a fun tease to search for her body under the layers of concealing fabric, so I took advantage of the night gown she was currently sporting. I kissed her delicate ankle and used my nose to lift the hem of her delicate as spiderwebs gown up a little. I hear her breath catch and was glad the dress hid my grin. She didn't need to breath and still I could steal her breath away. It's a pretty big compliment. And I hadn't even done anything to really earn the forgiveness I knew she'd give me.

Still, I wasn't expecting it when my Master went from softly gasping as I kissed my way up her legs, to outright moaning before I even touched her core. When I looked up at her face, it was no longer torn, and the bleeding had stopped. Her visage was still painted red, but it no longer had the ability to repel me. As I heard her maon again, I knew that something was happening beyond just my lips touching her inner thigh. But whatever it was was controlling me now too and I was powerless to stop it as my fangs pierced the skin over her femoral artery and the cool but rich blood of my Master filled my mouth. She cried out in ecstacy but I didn't feel the Hunger respond. It was strange but I knew that for the first time, I was feel the effects of my twin's Hunger. I had felt her lover waking her, and somehow their intimacy was echoing through me to affect my Master.

Valentine wasn't even aware that she had left herself completely open this way. I'd been so filled with rage, that when I'd run from her I expected to lose this tenuous connection between us. But I hadn't. She was still with me, my twin wasn't abandoning me this time, even though I knew she should to try and save herself. My arms wrapped around Isa's waist and I lifted her up easily, carrying her back to the bed while her heavy lidded eyes watched me from a bloody face. Now that I was aware of what Valentine was experiencing, I couldn't block it out of my head. I felt her suck the length of her lover into her mouth and felt my own body throb in arousal at the idea.

Pushing Isa back onto the bed, I fumbled with my pants and shucked them aside, but my lover wasn't offering me the release of her lips. Instead she gave me the exquisit torture of her teeth as she bit into my arousal and sucked the blood from it instead of another fluid I wanted to diminsh right now. I moaned roughly in my throat as my body pulsed with pain that held the fuzzy glow of pleasure. Even though she was Feeding, I felt my body nearing the edge of completetion.

The layers between Valentine and I were peeled back more as my lover finally tore her fangs out of me and pulled my body to cover hers, kisses to my jaw and lips begging me to fill her. I claimed her lips with mine and sank in, fighting the demands to go quickly and slowly pushing myself into her. I wished that the distance between my twin and I were greater at this point because I could feel her lover enter her nearly the same time and the sensation rippled into my own body and I shuddered. Although it was Isa's voice moaning in my ear and her hands trying to stroke me into thrusting quickly, I couldn't tear myself away from Valentine completely and every move I made was as close to in sync with that of her lover's as I could make. It wasn't intentional but I was thrusting into Isa as if she were Valentine and when my twin came, my body followed a moment after. Orgasim broke the intense connection with my twin and I felt my body pump out its reaction while Isa still writhed under me, not finished with her own ecstacy yet. I wanted to flee, run away from what had just happened, but my Master wouldn't let me. She wasn't even aware of the not quite incest I'd had in my mind and instead pushed me so she could straddle my waning arousal and finish her own pleasure.

When she was finished, I stay laying on my back, panting and staring at hte ceiling over our bed with the faintest sensation that if I'd still been human, I'd be rather sick at this point of time just from tension alone. I hadn't ever really thought about my twin like that before and it disturbed me greatly. But before a full on freak out could hit me, my Master lay her head on my chest and decided it was time to shatter my world a little more.

"Hmmm, so that was your twin. I can't wait to meet her." Isa stroked my chest softly, satisfaction making her voice sound drowsy.

"What?" I replied smartly, grabbing her hand to stop it's idle tracing.

"Hmmm love, I'm your Master. All that you are now, you drew from me. So when you started feeling what your twin was feeling, I could feel it too." Isa propped herself up on her elbow and smiled down at me. "I'm not offended love." she smiled and kissed me, hand slipping out of mine to stroke lower although we only just finished.

"I am." I breathed as she stopped kissing me. Even for a moment thinking that I'd been the one making Valentine moan... it was wrong. My breath hitched and I moaned softly as Isa tugged on my returning arousal. It was a side effect of the change apparently, this overwhelming lustiness. It would fade, but I had the feeling my Master wanted me to stay this way forever. Hers to toy with and command, to stroke into readiness as she was doing now, all the while whispering things to me that should in no way, shape or form cause arousal and yet, I was hers. This time she claimed me and made sure my mind couldn't wander until we were both spent.

And then we were travelling again. Every night we would spend the first hours hunting and Feeding, and then we would spend the rest of the safe darkness getting closer to Lucretia. I wasn't sure why we couldn't just hop on a standard airplane and get this trip over with already, but Isa kept telling me that there were reasons vampires and airplanes weren't often associated with each other.

When I was first Turned, I tried to stall and keep us as far away from the end location as possible, but now that I had embraced my Change, I needed to be there so I could bring my twin into immortality with me. Things would go back to how they were supposed to be once we were on the same level again. It was a desperate hope, that what I had been Turned into and was becoming was going to miraculously not matter once Valentine was with me, but I clung to it despite the liklihood of it being unfounded. Chances were far more likely that Valentine was already convinced to hunt me down and kill me. I knew she was somehow more aware of what was going on than she should be. I was glad for it, because it meant she didn't just go stark, raving mad, but I was also worried. Who was she with that knew so much, that was bringing her after me thus?

"We're here." Isabeau smiled a beautiful, sunshine filled grin that I hadn't seen yet. I could see it in her face alone, she had come home.

After my strange transgression, I'd focused on burning through my energy so I could pass out and not be aware. If I had that sleepy feeling I knew I was likely to talk a 'walk' and go visit my twin, but if I pushed myself until I dropped unconscious, I could let Valentine have her own life without me.... fantasizing. I knew it was wrong and twisted and horribly not right of me, but I couldn't entirely push it out of my head anymore either. Everytime I felt someone touch my twin, this almost raging possessiveness spiked and I had to burn it off either hunting or to Isa's happiness, in carnal pursuits. It's left me more or less a little out of the loop. I hadn't realized we were already in India.

And now we were standing outside of a building that looked no different to the others on the street. I could smell rich spices, see bright colours and my enhances senses caught the taste of vampire in the air. Blood, old and new and coppery.  This was going to be my new home now. And eventually, it was going to be Valentine's new home too. I just needed to convince the people inside that I needed her. And soon.