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The World Beneath
Copyright 2007-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only.

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The World Beneath
by rache

Chapter Four - Doors



Valentine and I walked into the church together and I immediately
paused to make use of the restroom. I didn't have to pee, I hadn't
felt that particular need since Valentine had bitten me, which seemed
a rather happy benefit of my new condition. Merely I wanted to check
my appearance, as becoming a vampire had little changed my vanity,
such as it was. The clothes I wore had come from the girl I'd fed on -
murdered - and they were simple and tasteful. A white button down
blouse with a wide stiff collar, and a pleated skirt of royal blue.
Knee high white socks and black low heeled shoes. I recognized it as a
uniform for one of the local private schools, a catholic school, and I
wondered if there had been a reason Valentine had chosen her.

I brushed my hair, using some of the girl's bobby pins to clip it
behind my ears, and painted my eyes and lips black, always my color of
choice. It was a bare minimum, but I was happy with the way I looked
anyway, like a corruption of innocence, especially the way my braless
breasts pushed against the cotton of my shirt. My nipples were plainly
visible and I tweaked them, giving each a pinch for my own amusement
before I rejoined the patiently waiting Valentine.

"Jenna..." Christine saw me first as we entered the church study, and
rushed to greet me. She kissed me on the lips and smiled, stepping
back and looking me up and down. "It worked!"

"I knew it would," Sylvia smiled and kissed my cheek.

Julia was there as well, and Wendy, and they had their turns kissing
and congratulating me. It seemed rather strange when I stopped to
consider that I was technically dead and they were happy for me. I
thought briefly of my mother, but I felt no guilt. I doubted she'd
even noticed I'd been gone for two days now, but she soon would and I
wondered what to do about that. And school, for that matter. People
would miss me, I thought, and I had very little idea what I should
plan for the future, or even how to begin.

"It'll be just us tonight," Julia was telling me. "We have a lot of
explaining to do and we have to prepare you for your initiation, which
is a small thing really..."

"Relatively small," Christine nodded.

"...but necessary."

"We haven't had an Initiate since Mona joined," Wendy told me. "That
was a long time ago."

"It's exciting!" Christine laughed softly. "I'm so glad you survived."

"Me too," I smiled, feeling once again overwhelmed by their attention
and I knew it wasn't only that. They were three succubi, demonic
seductresses whose lightest touch and softest whisper could bring a
mortal to his knees. They could hide behind the masks of normal women,
but they couldn't contain all of themselves and just being close to
them was intoxicating.

Valentine, who was much stronger and more experienced then I,
apparently didn't suffer them so greatly. "Get on with it, Julia. She
needs to feed tonight. Jenna's still weak," he told her impatiently
and Julia gave him a little frown.

"She has questions, Val," Sylvia spoke up. "She needs answers, not
just blood. We have to establish trust before bonds, you know that."

"She trusts me," Valentine stated, caressing my cheek as I sat on the
sofa.

"Of course she does," Julia said gently, "but what of the others? They
must be assured. Now leave us, the girl can hardly think with you
hovering over her shoulder like that."

I smiled up at him, taking Valentine's hand and kissing it. "I'll be
fine," I promised him.

"I'll return soon," he said gently, and then looked briefly around the
room at the other women before he left without another word.

"Valentine was alone for a long time," Sylvia told me. "Far longer
than any of us, it can make things...difficult for him."

I just nodded at that, unsure of what to say. I understood
instinctively that he was possessive of me, much more so now that I'd
turned. But even before, from that first meeting I'd attended, Val had
been a continuous presence near me. I could understand that, I
thought, as I'd felt myself to be alone for a long time as well. I'd
let him possess me, so long as he gave me his love as well.

"That will change now," Wendy predicted. "He'll change."

"Alright..." Julia changed the subject, bringing us to focus on what I
needed to understand. "Our group, our Society isn't really about
literature."

"I figured that much out," I smiled at her.

"Much of what you saw and heard the other night was..." Sylvia smiled,
"...a bit of masquerade."

"In case I didn't work out?" I asked with a smile of my own.

"Something like that. But literature is a very large part of what we
do...Our research," Julia nodded. "Do you know the bible? The old
testament?"

"Not very well," I shrugged. "I guess I know some of the stories."

"Do you know the one about Lucifer challenging God, leading an army of
angels in a war against heaven?"

"And Lucifer lost, right?" I said. "God cast him out and created Hell
so Lucifer could reign over the sinners or something?"

"Close enough," Julia agreed. "There was a war and it's still being
fought. It will be fought until the end of time and even God himself
cannot predict the outcome."

"But God made everything, right? I mean he made Lucifer, and heaven
and hell, so..." I smiled, wondering how God could ever lose at
anything.

"God did make everything, but he didn't make it as a man would and
that's where understanding ends," Julia told me. "You've lived as a
human and so you think as they do, that'll change over time. You'll
see things and understand things which no mortal could imagine. What
you need to know right now is simply this, that God made everything in
such a way that once put into motion, it couldn't be stopped. Not even
by him. He began a machine, if you like, a grand device which runs day
and night according to laws which cannot be broken."

"There is more to creation than just the universe, Jenna," Christine
said. "Heaven and hell don't exist within the bounds of time and
space. We ourselves, all of us here and every member of our Society,
exist outside the universe."

"Including you," Sylvia agreed.

"I don't understand," I shook my head. "I'm here, now, with all of
you..."

"This place, this earth and the universe around it, is the key to the
machine," Wendy told me. "The information we need to influence events
elsewhere, to affect the future and end the war...It's here."

"End the war?" I swallowed and looked around the room. "But you said
the war doesn't end until the end of time..." Julia was nodding.
"...but heaven and hell don't exist in time, so..." I thought I almost
had it, but my mind wouldn't stretch that far. I feared I was missing
something simple and obvious.

"Time must end here," Julia nodded. "And the war will be won
elsewhere."

"Both Heaven and hell cannot co-exist without the material plane,"
Sylvia said.

"The universe you mean," I rubbed my temple. "You want to destroy the
universe?"

Julia smiled at that, "No, of course not. That's beyond anyone's power
but for the universe itself, once certain conditions are met. What
we're doing is looking for the keys to hasten those conditions, to
influence events."

"And win the war," I nodded, having caught that part earlier.
"So...Whose side are we on?"

"You have to understand this is a very simplified explanation, Jenna,"
Sylvia told me. "This is kind of like trying to explain, I don't know,
physics to a baby," she smiled at me. "And I don't mean that in bad
way, it's just that you're new, you're inexperienced and just now
learning that the world is not as you've known it."

"If you had to choose a side, right now..." Julia was staring at me,
"...God or the Devil, which would it be?"

I swallowed nervously and the room was silent, everyone watching my
face impassively. They were waiting to hear what I'd say.

"I can't...I don't know," I said finally, truthfully. "I wouldn't
choose, or I'd choose neither," I shrugged. "If that's the wrong
answer, I'm sorry." I looked at their faces and settled on Julia's.
"It's the truth. I choose not to choose."

Julia stared into my eyes as if trying to gauge my sincerity, but
Sylvia was nodding as if she'd already known what my answer would be.
Christine whispered something to Wendy, and the woman nodded her head.
And I just sat there, waiting for judgment of one kind or another.

"I believe you," Julia said finally, and she smiled warmly into my
face. "And so will the others."

I had the immediate sense that I'd passed some small test, but I
didn't know how or why. It had seemed to me that of my possible
choices, the one I'd made had been the least correct. I'd wanted
desperately to take the side of God, and who wouldn't? But I hadn't
felt His presence within me. I'd never felt it. If I were truly on His
side, wouldn't I have known it already? But I'd killed, only once and
recently, but nevertheless...I'd killed the nameless girl whose
clothing I was wearing, and I'd felt nothing for her. No guilt or
remorse or grief for my actions. Surely I wasn't on the side of God.

And Lucifer, what did I know of him? Nothing at all really, except
that he was an angel, a fallen angel who fought an unending war
against heaven. I had no allegiance there, not yet anyway, although I
suspected that I was bound for damnation eventually. I was a vampire,
surely one of those cursed to burn in the fires of hell. But I felt
nothing for his cause, whatever it might be. And honestly, I was just
a sixteen year old girl, vampire or not, and my timeless soul was
nothing but a rumor to me then. I was sixteen and the only thing I
knew was that I knew nothing at all.

Valentine returned then, as if he'd been waiting for that very moment
to reappear, and he swept into the room ignoring the looks from the
women, focused only on me and I felt relieved by his presence. I rose
to greet him, although it had been scarcely an hour we'd been apart
and I kissed his hands.

"We are complete now, yes?" he looked at Julia and I followed his dark
gaze, seeing the woman nod. "Then it is cause for a celebration!" he
said loudly, smiling and stepping away from me, moving to a large
cabinet where there were kept bottles of wine and glasses.

"Val," Julia shook her head, but she was smiling. "We have only
tonight for this, please..."

"We have so much to tell her," Sylvia was saying. "We haven't even
discussed the Circles."

"So? We'll speak of it over wine," Valentine was returning, carrying
six glasses and two bottles somehow, moving with all the grace I'd
come to expect from him. He was like a dancer for the Bolshoi Ballet
and just watching him move was a pleasure for me. He was tall, and his
black hair fell around his shoulders in waves. His full lips would
pout, but only until he smiled and his eyes, so dark, I loved watching
his eyes and remembering the fire that lay hidden within. He was
beautiful.

And Val's humor was irresistible, of course, even for these women who
had known him so long. It had nothing to do with Valentine's nature,
or I should say his vampiric nature, it was quite simply who he was.
Effusive and childlike, he appeared to be in his mid or late twenties,
and he was far older than that, but he radiated youth. Valentine
extended the glasses courteously and poured a measure into each of
them but mine. I looked up at him from where I was sitting next to
Julia and he smiled.

"None of that for us, my dear," Valentine put the bottle down
carefully. "Rather, we shall have to suffer vintage of a higher
caste." He produced a flask from his jacket, unscrewed the cap and
poured fresh blood into my glass first, and then his own. "O thou
invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us
call thee devil," he said, holding up his glass and we all drank
together. Valentine sat next to me then, touching his glass to mine
without another word.

The blood was warm and sweet to my taste and the sensation of it
running down my throat sent a shiver through my body. I could feel
myself thirsty for more and I was tempted to drain the glass with two
or three large swallows, but I was restrained by the presence of
Julia's hand on my leg and I willed my hunger to sleep and contented
myself with small sips while Julia spoke, savoring each of them on my
tongue for a moment before I swallowed.

"We are complete, as Valentine said. There are six of us here and we
are the Dark Circle," Julia was speaking to me, watching my eyes for
understanding. "We are the servants of Lucifer, each of us for our own
reasons, known or unknown. We are creatures who draw our life and
power from his domain. Wendy, Christine, and I are succubi, as you
already know. We were born of hellfire. You and Valentine are
vampires, creatures of the night, undead creatures who thirst for
blood. Sylvia is a witch of the old covenant. She has bargained her
soul into Lucifer's keeping and is thus damned without hope of
salvation."

"We are all of us denied Grace, Jenna," Christine said.

"Are we evil then?" I asked them collectively. "Is that what you're
saying?"

"By human definition?" Sylvia smiled at me, "Oh yes, my dear. We've
done terrible things, all of us, in the name of hunger, or lust, or
simply because it has given us pleasure to do so."

"I don't feel evil," I said, giggling because it seemed a strange
thing to discuss so seriously.

"Nor do I," Valentine shrugged. "But doubtless the parents of a
certain young woman would judge us differently." His fingers played
along the hem of my skirt.

I nodded at that, taking another sip of my 'wine' and feeling no guilt
for the girl, nor for the blood we now shared. I was not even
particularly curious as to where...whom...the blood I was drinking had
come from. If I wasn't evil then I was truly apathetic, and what
difference lay between the two seemed very remote.

"The Circle of Light has been complete for some time now, since our
Sister Mona joined the Society. They too have six members. Your friend
and teacher, Edward, is an arch-angel..."

"Mr. Raines is an angel?" The surprise must have been evident on my
face because everyone smiled at me. "What, like Gabriel?"

"He hides it well, apparently," Valentine joked and there was laughter
around us, but my question remained unanswered.

"I guess so," I blinked and drained my glass, almost wishing it really
was wine. I could have used the alcohol right about then.

"We all have our disguises, Jen," Wendy told me.

"Samantha is a sorceress, as you know. Mona is an angel as well, one
of the Virtues..."

"She's of the Fifth Order of Angels," Christine added for my benefit.
"Her true name is Hope."

"...David you have perhaps heard of by a different name," Julia
continued. "He was known as Lazarus once."

"Lazarus?" I stared at her for a moment. "The man Jesus raised from
the dead?"

"One and the same," Valentine chuckled. "And he isn't too happy about
it."

"What? Why..." I rubbed my fingers over my lips and Valentine took it
as a sign to refill my glass.

"He was dead," Wendy said with a shrug. "He saw the kingdom of heaven,
walked in the Grace of God. When Jesus called him forth, Lazarus had
to retreat from that."

"But wouldn't he be happy?" I wondered. "Being alive again?"

"Perhaps he would have been," Wendy replied, "if he'd lived a few
years and died as people are meant to."

"But he didn't die," Christine took up the story. "He couldn't. Jesus
had given him life anew and it is a life that cannot be taken away. He
lives until the end of time and it's become like a punishment to him."

"He's hunted as much as any of us," Wendy said softly and I wanted to
ask what she meant by that, thinking she may have said 'haunted' but I
had no opportunity.

"That's why Lazarus is here," Julia said. "Why we're all here. We want
the war to stop. We have chosen neither side, but our own. We don't
care who wins or loses, so long as it is over. If God wins, we shall
be reconciled..."

"Perhaps," Sylvia murmured.

"...should Lucifer win, then too we must all be gathered as one, for
good or ill. None of us can foresee the outcome, but we have seen the
never ending conflict and we are determined that it should end."

"For better or worse," Valentine smiled at me.

"Sooo..." I considered what I'd just been told. "The Society is a
gathering of angels and demons and..." I shrugged, "...whatever we all
are, who are joined to find a way to stop a war between heaven and
hell."

"Keep going," Valentine rubbed my shoulder. "You're on a roll."

"And to stop the war, the universe has to end. Time has to end and
that's...uh, what is that?" I gave a frustrated laugh. "I'm lost."

"Armageddon," Julia shrugged. "The second coming, if you believe in
that."

"Oh," I blinked at the obviousness of it. I'd been looking for
something else, something...I don't know, different. "We're trying to
bring about Armageddon, the last battle? The end of mankind?"

"Every western religion has predicted an apocalypse," Christine said.
"In one form or another."

"The end of time," Julia nodded. "And that's why your poem was so
important. That, of all the things you might have offered us, all the
literary works of history..."

"I gave you that one," I drank from my glass carelessly and I felt my
chin stained crimson. "The Second Coming."

"It was a sign," Sylvia said. "An important one and you mustn't
dismiss such things. They are more significant than you can know."

"What if I'd read something else? Kipling maybe, The Palace let's
say..."

"When I was a King and a Mason...." Valentine laughed. "You should
have, it would've been a delight coming from your lips."

"You didn't read that one," Sylvia smiled. "That's the nature of
signs. You believe you have a reason for something, or perhaps no
reason at all, and yet when the time comes..."

"Yeah," I sighed. "When the time comes."

I regarded all of them for a moment, trying to gather my wits and only
barely succeeding. This was a lot of information, a lot of make
believe, it sounded like, but I couldn't deny what I was. Or what I'd
done.

"Why should I join you?" I asked them, speaking hesitantly and not
wanting to offend them, but it was a question I needed answered as
much as any other. "What do I care if the war stops or not? If God
wins, or Lucifer...Why does it matter to me?"

"It probably doesn't," Julia shrugged. "Not now anyway, but none of us
began with a reason. No one could tell us why. We had to find it for
ourselves. It may be that you'll never know why you're here, in this
room at this moment...But that you are is all the proof we require."

"We've been waiting for you," Valentine said. "I've been waiting."

"You guys make it sound like I don't have a choice," I frowned.

"Freedom of choice is part of the process God started," Christine
smiled, "But the paradox is that our choices are already made. If it
were otherwise how would Sylvia see as much as she does?" She looked
to her friend and Sylvia smiled back.

"I only see possibilities," the witch said, perhaps modestly, perhaps
not.

"But you knew I'd read that poem," I looked at her.

"I knew you'd give us something. The signs told me that you'd prepare
yourself for us," Sylvia shrugged. "But they didn't say how."

"Mmmm..." I sighed and drank more from my glass, emptying it and
leaning across Valentine to set it on one of the small tables near us.

"It's getting late," Valentine told the others. "Jen's tired, she's
weak and needs to feed. Is that enough for one night? Is she ready for
the initiation?"

"What's the initiation?" I asked, thinking I could perhaps decide for
myself if I was ready or not.

"It's a small thing, a ceremony..." Val told me.

"Largely ceremonial," Julia interrupted him, "but you'll be asked
to...do things. To perform certain services both for us, for the
Circle, as well as the Society as a whole."

"What kind of things?" I asked her.

"We have taken our practices from old texts, from the middle ages,
some of them, and others which predate even Christianity. It's a
ritual of binding, of strengthening ourselves and our group. As such,
there certain rites which must be..."

"You're taking the long way to get there, Julia," Valentine shook his
head. "She's a vampire, not a Virtue, so treat her like one."

Julia shrugged, "There will be a sacrifice, followed by your
purification and baptism, and then an orgy."

"An orgy?" I smiled at her, wondering if she were serious. "You mean a
sex orgy?"

"You won't get jealous, will you?" Valentine whispered in my ear.
"When I fuck Julia?"

I smiled and rolled my eyes at him.

"Sex? Oh yes! As much as we can stand," Christine laughed lightly.
"The Bacchanalia is a powerful rite, a binding force with nature."

"I just didn't want to scare her," Julia smiled, and she may have been
blushing just a little, although I seriously doubted a succubus
capable of such a thing. "It's been a long time since we truly
celebrated something."

"Okay," I shrugged. "I'm ready for that." I licked my lips. "I think."

"If you're not, we can help in other ways," Wendy offered, sliding
from her chair and seeming to slither across the floor to where I sat.
"There's no reason you shouldn't know what to expect, is there?"

She was long and dark, with soft black hair falling to her waist, and
so beautiful suddenly that it hurt to look at her. Wendy was changing,
dropping her disguise momentarily, and I wanted to reach for
her...Valentine touched my arm and the spell was broken.

"Oh, I think she knows what to expect from you, Lamia," Valentine
chuckled, reaching down to cup Wendy's face in his hand. "Tomorrow you
shall have her." He bent low to kiss the woman on the lips while I
watched and I felt no jealousy, only the small disappointment that I
wouldn't feel the dark woman's teeth on my sex that night.

"Very well, take her then," Julia said when the kiss was finished.
"Let her feed and rest and tomorrow we shall have her for our Sister."

"As you say," Valentine nodded, rising then and pulling me with him.
"You must learn to be a vampire now. Are you ready?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm ready."

=-=-=-=-=--=-=

"This will be fun, but I warn you, I haven't tried to teach anyone
before," Valentine told me.

"Okay," I shrugged in the light of a bloated moon very nearly full. It
was just after midnight, and I could see the world as if it were noon.

"The first thing, the easiest maybe, um..." he scratched his head and
I laughed at him. "No, here. Try and unfocus your eyes. Look around
you and just don't focus on anything. Okay? Are you doing it?" I told
him I was. "Good, now look for something, like a shadow, just there in
front of you...to your left maybe...or the right..."

"Okay...uh, shoot!" I laughed because I'd seen something, but as soon
as I tried to focus my eyes on it the thing had disappeared.

"Try again, it'll still be there...okay now don't focus...don't look,
just walk through it...keep going..."

I took a step and then another and I blinked as all of a sudden I was
a dozen feet away. I looked behind to see Valentine smiling at me.

"What was that? What happened?" I was giggling happily, like a child
who'd just learned to walk for the first time.

"It's your door," he smiled. "You step through and end up someplace
else."

"Where do they come from? How do you know where you're going to come
out?" My mind was filled with questions.

"You made it and it took you where you wanted to go," he shrugged. "I
guess you wanted to come here."

"Can I do it again? How do I decide where to go? I mean, where it will
take me?" I was excited beyond anything I'd ever experienced; this was
something I liked a lot.

"Hold my hand and just think of a place, imagine it in your head. Pick
a place you know very well and walk towards it, through the door,"
Valentine told me. "Just remember, once you start it becomes very hard
to stop until you get there."

"Okay," I swallowed nervously and took Valentine's hand in mine,
losing focus for a moment, seeing the world distorted and fuzzy, and
there it was, the door. I stepped into it and the world became a blur,
the way it had the other night when Valentine had carried me away. We
were flying effortlessly across the land, passing through trees and
cars and whole buildings as if they were smoke.

We'd gone from the church to my house in a matter of seconds, perhaps
two miles, maybe more, and I'd taken all of two steps to get there.

"Oh my God!" I laughed, hugging Valentine so that my feet left the
ground. "That was fantastic!"

"I'm glad you like it," he laughed too and kissed me softly. "Where
are we?"

"My house," I said, losing my humor immediately. I just looked at the
place and shrugged. "I want to get some things, if that's okay?"

"Sure," Valentine shrugged. "Maybe we should have driven if..."

"No," I shook my head. "It's okay, everything I want is small." I
started for the front door.

"Can I come in?" he asked me.

"I..." I licked my lips. My mom wasn't home, but still... "There's
nothing to see," I told him and my voice was pleading with him not to
ask again.

"It's okay, Jen," he said gently. "I'll wait here. Get your things."

I knew I shouldn't have felt so embarrassed, but how could I not. It
wasn't a home I'd lived in, it was something else, something dirty and
wrong. I gathered what things I wanted to keep, some jewelry and
makeup, my copy of Frankenstein and my diary in which I wrote nothing
about myself, but merely copied down the poems I really liked. I had a
little money and I left that, along with the passbook to my bank
account. I didn't like my mother, but I pitied her. There was really
nothing else and I wondered at how shallow my life had truly been.

"Okay," I stepped back outside ten minutes after I'd gone in, locking
the door behind me and tossing my house key into the bushes. I'd never
come back. Valentine eyed my purse, which was really one of mine and
somewhat larger than the girl's whom I'd killed. It was all I carried
and it wasn't very full.

"You do travel light," he smiled and put his arm around my waist,
leading me down the sidewalk and away from that place.

"I have another trick, a good one. You'll like it," Valentine grinned
at me.

We were standing outside of a bar, in downtown Rochester, which isn't
exactly the liveliest city in the world. But there are bars and clubs,
a few. And Valentine was holding the door for me, inviting me inside.

"I can't go in there!" I protested. "Look at me...The drinking age is
twenty-one."

"I know, trust me," Valentine tilted his head and I just sighed,
walking through the door.

There was a guy checking ID's, naturally, and he took one look at me
and shook his head. He wasn't even going to bother to ask, but maybe
the law required it, I don't know. "You got some ID, girl?" he sounded
bored, using his tone to give me a clue that I should just turn
around.

"Excuse me..." Valentine said and the man turned his head to look with
some annoyance. "She has an ID," Valentine said softly, his words slow
and melodic. "You've seen it...Sit down..."

The man didn't say a word, he just looked at Valentine for a moment,
his eyelids drooping, and he sat back down, staring off into nothing.

I turned to look at Valentine, smiling at him with some confusion,
"How did you do that?"

"What?" he grinned. "You never saw the movies? We can all do that,
it's how we get the girls!"

"Teach me!" I demanded, tugging at his arm playfully. "That was
wicked!"

"No," Val corrected me, "wicked is what we'll be doing later. That was
just a bit of hypnosis, some mind play with a weaker species."

"Like a Jedi mind trick?" I giggled. "Oh God, you have to teach me
that!"

"I will, I will..." he promised. "Soon."

"Why are we here anyway?" I asked, settling myself down as we walked
through the club.

It was crowded, since it was a weekend, and noisy and filled with
smoke. It was the first club I'd ever been in and I found it somewhat
unsatisfying. The music was some sort of techno-disco noise of the
kind I detested and I could smell the people. That really surprised
me. Even through that haze of cigarette smoke I could smell their
bodies, their sweat. Occasionally I could smell other things as well,
like a woman who was menstruating would catch my attention. Or a man
who was dancing with a girl, I could smell his arousal. It was
radiating from him in waves. Some of those scents I enjoyed, but many
I found repulsive to my senses.

"Pick one," Valentine said, his hand lifted in a gesture of offering.
"Any one of them, whichever pleases you."

There was no mistaking what he meant, or what our purpose would be
with the person I chose, but I still wondered.

"What will we do?" I asked.

"It depends. We can bring her home if you like, or him..." Valentine
shrugged, "...as the case may be. Or we'll simply take her for a walk
in the moonlight." He was smiling.

I walked around the club, Valentine following me with his eyes, as
were a lot of other people. There were a good many men there and
they'd obviously come to find a date for the evening, and it was
getting late.

"Are you looking for me?" A man caught me by the arm, smiling and he
was young and handsome and drunk.

"No," I said, pulling my arm free.

I had several come-ons like that and I ignored them all. I didn't
know, but I sensed that Valentine would be happiest if I picked a
woman. We could bring her home and feed together, I thought. Doubtless
Valentine had fed on men, but I understood also that there was a
sexual energy in feeding, a tension that required relief, and
Valentine didn't strike me as being bisexual, although I truly had no
idea if he was or not. I knew I was though. Or more accurately, it
simply didn't matter what the other person's sex was; I'd enjoy myself
either way.

"That one," I said, although Valentine was across the room. He'd seen
my eyes, seen the look and he could see who I'd chosen. He may have
even heard me.

She was young and pretty, sitting at the bar between two men, both of
them vying for her attention. She was smiling and enjoying the game,
playing them against each other, I thought, letting them impress her
with an impromptu duel of wit and charm. They would be no match for
Valentine and I smiled, watching him step close, ignoring the men and
whispering in the girl's ear. Her body seemed to tense and then relax.
She looked up briefly, licked her lips and nodded and finally rose to
her feet. Val helped her with her jacket while them two men watched
unhappily. She was still smiling as Valentine held her hand, leading
her towards the front door where I followed them outside.

How easy it had been, so effortless and quick. Valentine grinned at
me, his left arm around the woman's waist and she was giggling,
pressing her body against him and holding him close on the sidewalk. I
was surprised, expecting to see her lethargic and hypnotized or
whatever, like the bouncer had been.

"Who's she?" the woman asked, brushing her light brown hair from her
eyes. She was smiling at me, but not for me, and I felt a sudden urge
to take her right there.

"My wife," Valentine told her.

"Your wife?" she gave Val a petulant look, clearly doubting that he'd
be married at all, much less to schoolgirl like me. "I thought you
said you were a vampire."

"So is she," Val laughed. "Come on, we'll be late." He held his other
arm out for me, intending to take us all home and I hesitated, but
only for a moment. I'd picked her and now I was jealous? I felt like a
child and I pushed it away.

"Late for what?" the woman asked, but she'd find out soon enough.

We were flying home now and I could feel myself changing even as we
stepped into our bedroom lair a few seconds later.

"Holy shit!" The woman blinked, looking around in confusion. It was
pitch black down there, the candles unlit and unneeded, so far as
Valentine and I were concerned.

Valentine undressed slowly, watching me with a curious smile on his
face as I ripped away the woman's clothing, giving her no time to say
anything more. My fingers were like claws now; my nails were talons,
hard as steel and razor sharp. I could feel the blood coursing through
my veins as I shredded her jacket and then her blouse. She backed away
blindly, her arms waving as if for balance. I tore at her skirt, and
she stumbled, falling onto the bed. A scream then as she discovered
the cold body of the girl, the corpse unmistakable even to a blind
woman. She scrambled away, to the carved wooden headboard where she
sat whimpering, pulling herself up to wait there in her panties,
hugging her knees to her breasts.

I felt a surge of strength and my tongue played across my fangs as
they grew. I felt the hunger in my gut and deeper than that, down in
my soul. Her sobs filled my ears and I smiled, undressing myself while
Valentine walked slowly around the bed, stroking his erect penis and
hissing at the woman, teasing her cruelly. She was terrified, her
heart beating wildly and her breath ragged in her breast. She begged
for her life, pleading with us for mercy. She was sorry, she said, for
whatever she'd done. For everything she'd done.

But we cared for none of that. This was a pleasure for us and we were
evil in those moments. I watched Valentine rape her, backhanding her
mouth as she protested his suffocating form, and the smell of blood
filled the room. He forced himself easily between her long smooth
legs, ripping her panties and pressing his thick penis to her sex, and
I moaned, pressing a finger inside myself as he entered her. Her arms
flailed, slapping at Valentine uselessly, and I soon joined them,
laying beside the woman and taking her face in my hands. I kissed her,
forcing my tongue into her mouth, and even as she bit me weakly I felt
my orgasm rising.

Her nipples hardened beneath my hands, but not from pleasure; fear is
not so far from ecstasy as we would wish. I pinched and twisted them
violently, pulling at her flesh until she arched her back to ease the
pain. I kissed her eyes and cheeks, dragging my teeth across her
tender skin, drawing thin beads of blood wherever I went. I found her
neck and felt her rapid pulse beneath my jaws. I hovered there,
feeling her body moving, rocking back and forth as Valentine fucked
his cock inside her easily now, stabbing himself into her womb while
he held her legs just behind the knees, rolling her ass up to meet his
urgent thrusts.

I took her then, unable to wait any longer, and I reached between my
legs, fingering my spasming cunt as I reached my first orgasm. Her
sweet blood filled my mouth and poured down my throat. I had my mouth
tight against her, letting none of the woman's precious life escape my
kiss. My other hand was in her hair, silky soft like a cloud, and I
pulled it hard with my fist, stretching her neck for my pleasure. I
drank quickly for many minutes, struggling to keep up until her pulse
began weaken. Only reluctantly did I lift my mouth, giving way to
Valentine's greedy thirst.

Valentine continued to fuck her even as he consumed the last five
minutes of her life. When he climaxed finally, lifting his mouth and
arching his back, the woman was already dead and we kissed above her,
sharing her memory between our stained lips. Our hunger was sated, but
only barely, and our energies were still high. I wanted him inside me
and I bent myself low to take his semi-hard cock into my mouth. I
rested my cheek on the woman's belly, wrapping my fingers around the
wet sticky shaft so that I could coax him hard once more. Valentine
moved his hips slowly, watching as I let him fuck my mouth. I could
taste them, Valentine and the nameless woman, their juices mixed on
his penis. She'd been frightened and dying and still her body had
responded at the last, I tasted her orgasm...Or so it pleased me to
believe.

We made love soon thereafter, next to our victims and lovers, the girl
and the woman sprawled beneath us. I spent my kisses equally between
them, kissing their peaceful lips and then returning to Valentine's
hungry mouth. I had long imagined myself as death, as a worshipper of
death, and now I truly was. Making love atop the corpses of those I'd
killed, loving them in their dreamless sleep. When Valentine climaxed
within me, his penis seeming to swell and finally release his burning
seed, I came as well, joining him in that glorious moment. And it was
so perfect that I wept, causing Valentine some concern until I
explained and promised that it was only because I loved him so much.
That I was happy for the first time in my life.



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