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OSVP	By : LotornoMiko Category: +S through Z > Valkyrie Profile Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-OSVP
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
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There was much to reflect on from the heated conversation she had just been having with Brahms. It hadn't yet escalated into full out argument, but Silmeria was angry all the same. She had slapped him for a most impertinent comment. A comment that had hurt her for the ring of truth it held to it. And all because Silmeria understood that Odin had only two paths laid out for his Valkyries. To fight for him, and to breed new warriors for him. It angered and upset her, especially the knowing look Brahms had given her as he had stated so cruelly the Valkyries' purpose.
It wasn't the only thing that was upsetting her. Brahms had been actively trying to get her to doubt Lord Odin. He was making claims, wild ones that spoke of the vampires not being at fault for the war. His words had even hinted at some personal vendetta the God had against Brahms, as if Odin was not motivated by a sense of justice and need to do right with this war.
Silmeria hated hearing these things about Odin. She hated that Brahms tried to make her doubt her King. She even hated that there was a small part of her that was intrigued by some of what Brahms had said. And all because she was full of curious longing that made Silmeria desire to know just exactly how the war had started. She wondered how the vampires had grown to be so powerful that they could stand against a God. Why Odin hadn't destroyed them before they could become a problem.
Brahms hadn't made her doubt Odin, not completely. But he did tempt her into wanting to hear more. To learn more, even if what she was told was some embellished lie. And all because Silmeria knew that to lie, some kernel of truth had to be planted inside the deception. She'd pick at the lie, until Silmeria found the real truth. And with that truth, she would equip herself with it's power, to better defend against Brahms and his temptations.
Unfortunately, the greatest temptation Brahms could offer Silmeria was before her now. The Vampire Lord had scratched open his throat with his claws so that his blood flowed out in a steady trickle. The red streams flowed down his chest in a seductive tease, slowly caressing over his muscles and going lower down his abdomen. Her mouth seemed to water as she stared at the blood, her eyes constantly returning to the source of it's flow. Silmeria had the strangest of impulses, the girl wanting to bend over Brahms, and lick up all that blood.
She could see herself, dropping to her knees to follow with her tongue the trail of blood. Licking it off each line of his body, before fastening her lips to the clawed open marks on his throat. Marks she would work to open even further, Silmeria sealing her mouth over them to drink up every drop of his blood. She didn't know how his blood would taste, but if smell was anything to go on, it would be absolutely delicious.
A moan escaped her, and without thinking, Silmeria stepped forward. Her fingers were curling, flexing rhythmically with the need to sink her claws into something. To clutch and hold onto Brahms' body as she fed from him. This was pure need that was driving her forward, Silmeria aware her hunger had been mounting the entire time she had talked to Brahms. Had talked and scented the dried blood on his skin.
The urge to feed had become a million times worse once a fresh source of blood was presented to her. Silmeria could barely remember what Brahms had been saying, only recalling some oddity about there being memory in the blood. She didn't know about that, but Silmeria knew there was danger in drinking. Danger in drinking from anyone, regardless of their race.
Even as she leaned in, her breath ghosting along his skin, Silmeria was trying to remember just what that danger was. She trembled from the force needed to restrain herself, Silmeria's own eyes closing. That dark seductive voice inside her? The one that was oh so hungry? It whispered now that just a taste would be all right, that there would be no harm it taking enough to remove the edge off her hunger.
Her flexing fingers caught on his vest, and Silmeria used her new found hold to pull herself closer to him. Her body was pressed against his now, Brahms' legs spread so that nothing prevented Silmeria from plastering herself against him. She didn't let go of his vest, fingers tightening their hold. She could smell the blood, and it was an enticing, rich aroma. It urged her closer, Silmeria's breath coming faster as she took in deep inhales of the blood's scent. The fangs in her mouth reacted to that tantalizing smell, lengthening till it became impossible to close her mouth around them.
She was quickly becoming all predator, the sounds from her throat no longer helpless whimpers but eager, hungry growls. Heightening her predatory instinct was the fact that Brahms was trembling against her. She wasn't fooled into thinking he feared her, but the predator didn't care. It just registered that there was prey before her, willing and not putting up any signs of a struggle.
Again she wanted to do that lavish lick across the bleeding claw marks, get her tongue thoroughly drenched with his blood. Something deep inside her tightened in arousal, all in reaction to the image in her head. But as strong as that arousal was, it frightened her. Silmeria was unused to sexual desire, in wanting something so badly it could make her body react so strongly. Even as her nipples grew taut, pushing against the fabric of her dress' bodice, Silmeria was fighting back through the arousal and hunger. And what Silmeria found when she opened her eyes was almost enough to tear a shriek from her throat.
Brahms had his head tilted back so that his throat was offered up to her. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was a near smirk. He radiated anticipation, and a keen sense of satisfaction in what Silmeria was about to do. Her hands gripped his vest harder, but she no longer wanted to cling to him. The blood's scent was both seducing and repulsing her, Silmeria trying not to choke on the sudden wave of nausea that coursed through her.
Brahms sensed the change in her almost immediately, his eyes snapping open. She shook all the harder, fists frozen in place on his vest. "Silmeria..." He began in a voice that seemed to rasp on her nerves.
"Don't!" She interrupted him with a curt word, her head shaking no. "Don't say it...don't say anything..." She might lose it if he urged her to drink, might tear herself screaming from him then. His weighty gaze was on her, his crimson eyes holding something that might have been pity in them. Silmeria couldn't bear his mercy, anymore than she could stand the cruelty of what he had done to her.
Of course he didn't listen to her pleas, expelling a deep breath before speaking. "Silmeria, it will get easier once you have fed. Once you continue to feed."
She jerked back with a convulsive movement, horrified when her claws snagged hold of his vest's fabric. She couldn't think clear enough to get them untangled, shaking hands jerking again and again in an attempt to get away from him. And all because she realized Brahms didn't enter into this feeding with the expectation that it would be a one time thing. He fully expected it to be the first of what would be an eternity of feedings, Silmeria's hunger never ending, not unless someone ended her miserable existence for her.
Brahms thought her so weak, so easy to seduce into damning herself. She held back her despairing moan, knowing that in the moments that had just passed, she had put up little to no fight, the blood seducing her. Silmeria had never realized she was so weak willed before becoming a vampire, and yet now she was faced with a temptation she found hard to resist.
"I...I will NEVER feed!" She announced, struggling with her claws. Brahms put an arm around her waist, attempting to keep her plastered against him as his other hand reached for her trapped one. The arm around her waist was like steel, immovable and unbendable to her will. But the hand that touched hers, the fingers that worked her claws free of the fabric, was gentle.
"Silmeria, love...it is inevitable." Brahms' tone was calm, causal. As though what he said hadn't the power to destroy her world. She refused to react to the endearment, mustering her anger instead to argue against the latter.
"Never!" Silmeria hissed at him. But she let him work her claws free, noting the way he lingered over each finger, actually tracing the nail of each. "I will die first! Do you hear me? I will die before I ever drink someone's life!"
His own gaze hardened, his hand gripping her wrist now. "That will never happen. You may drive yourself mad in the process of starving yourself, but there will come a time when you will feed. The predator in you won't allow you to let yourself starve."
"You mean the monster in me!" She shot back in retort. "Only a monster could have these urges...be driven by the perverse inclinations brought on by the sight and smell of blood!" Silmeria didn't care if she hurt herself, she was that desperate to get away from Brahms. But she knew even if she fled to the other side of the room, the blood would torment her. As would the memories of the moments leading up to her nearly feeding off Brahms' throat.
"There is nothing perverse in doing what is needed to keep on living." Brahms seemed to barely be exerting himself in holding her prisoner.
"Not perverse?" She hadn't failed to notice his arousal, his erection straining the material over his crotch. She didn't dare touch it, not even to brush against it with her body, but she did call attention to it. "You find this natural? Normal, to be so aroused when a monster is about to take your neck?" He had the grace to look embarrassed, but Brahms did not apologize for the state she had driven him to.
"Feeding and being fed upon can be a pleasurable thing." Brahms said in way of defense. "As you are well aware of." A pointed look from him, Silmeria flushing in response. Did his gaze linger on her breasts, her stiff nipples all too damning evidence of her own interest stirred by hunger and the arousing images that had flashed through her mind?
"It's wrong..." Silmeria whispered. "It is wrong to feel pleasure when harming another...or when being harmed..."
"A vampire's bite need not lead to death. I already told you that." Brahms tone was dismissive. "Where is the wrong in giving some pleasure back for the nourishment we receive...?"
"You're trying to justify it!" Silmeria voice wasn't as forceful as she would have liked. "When the truth is the pleasure is just a tool, one used to lull your victims into compliance! Its far easier to feed if they don't fight you, isn't it?" Before he could come up with some feeble protest, Silmeria was continuing. "And what of the other undead? The monsters that feed on something far worse than blood? Do they lull they're victims with pleasure to hide the pain of their flesh being consumed?"
"No." He seemed to deflate then, actually letting go of her. Silmeria immediately backed up, not trusting Brahms or herself in so close quarters. "Those monsters can only offer their chosen prey pain..." She didn't feel smug by his admittance, Silmeria just felt frustrated. Sad even. "There's no justifying what they do." Brahms continued. "They are a despised existence, truly the monsters Odin would have you believe we vampires are."
"And yet you ally with those monsters." Silmeria was quick to point out. "You rule over all the undead, not just the vampires."
"And if not me, then who?" Brahms demanded. "Would you prefer them to be aimless? To roam the nine realms without purpose, killing any and all they come across?"
"Oh, so it's purpose you give them." She couldn't help it. Her tone was mocking then.
"I keep them busy." Brahms told her. "Engage in Asgard, fighting Odin's war." He snorted then. "It's better than what Odin tried to do with them."
"Odin?" She couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice, her eyes widening in question.
"Didn't you know? Oh that's right...Odin sees fit to tell his soldiers only the stories that paint him in an accurate light." Brahms tone and expression was bitter then, the vampire leaning back in his seat.
"As if you're no different!" Silmeria scoffed. "I see what you're trying to do."
"Oh?" Not even amusement could chase away Brahms' bitterness completely. "And that is what, little fledgling?"
She bristled at that, but chose to ignore what he called her. "You're trying to make me doubt my Lord. To stir uncertainties inside me with your lies and deceptions."
"I have been truthful with you Silmeria." Brahms replied. "It may not be a truth you want to hear, but it doesn't change the facts. Odin has lied to you. Has used the Valkyries and the einherjar for countless millennia, furthering his own private vendettas." His hand raised to his throat, coming away wet with the blood that was slow to stop. "You can stop all the doubts and uncertainties if you would just feed from me."
"And I'm supposed to believe that there really is memory in the blood?" She scoffed then, crossing her arms over her chest. "You'll have to try harder to trick me. I am not that stupid." She was purposefully trying not to stare at the blood, ignoring the ravenous growl that escaped her.
"I'd never think you stupid Silmeria." Brahms assured her. "But I can't help but wonder where this sudden cowardice has come from."
She inhaled sharply. "Cowardice? You accuse me of being a coward?"
"You're turning your back on the truth, all but running from it in refusing to drink." Brahms explained, and Silmeria snorted.
"I am preserving my soul." Her eyes surely blazed with the heat of her emotions. "I am surviving as best I can. Living long enough for my sisters to come and free me from this soulless existence you would cast me into!"
His face grimaced, Brahms suddenly lurching up out of his seat. "And what happens when they come? Hmm? You think I would allow them, allow any one to take you from me?"
"You won't have a choice..." Silmeria began, but Brahms cut her off.
"I bested your sister Lenneth in combat. What makes you think I can't do it again!" Her mouth open and closed, but he was continuing ruthlessly, pacing towards her. "Silmeria, I care for you...but that care can only get your sisters so far. If they come, if they dare try to kill you..." His eyes were turbulent, a violent promise in his gaze. She shivered and paled to see it, but did not back any further from him. "If they try to kill you..." He repeated with a shudder. "Not even your pleas for mercy will save them."
"And you don't think that is barbaric? Proof of what a savage monster you are?" It was all she could say, tone demanding as she glared at him. But she was shaken, knowing Brahms spoke the truth when it came to neutralizing the threat her sisters posed.
"Is it any more barbaric than loving sisters coming to kill their own, all in some misguided attempt to save her soul?" Brahms countered. "Both sides are working to do what is best for you. Both sides love you." He ignored her snort at that. "But where I want to see you flourish and live, your sisters would see you dead and buried. I won't allow anyone to harm you. If that is wrong, than so be it. I'd gladly be damned twice over to protect you."
Once she might have been flattered to have so powerful a man pledging his protection to her even as Silmeria acknowledge she wouldn't have needed it. She especially couldn't feel flattered when in the same breath Brahms used to vow he'd protect her, he also threatened her sisters' lives.
"I don't want, or need your protection." Silmeria growled out loud.
"You have it all the same." His reply was instant, Silmeria frowning at him in frustration. "It's a new world I've given you Silmeria. Full of new potential and dangers."
"The only one I'm in danger from is you!"
He stopped directly in front of her, his body so much bigger and taller than hers. It made her feel small, like a kitten being eyed by a wolf. But unlike the kitten, she was able to fight, to do more than cry pitifully.
"You're wrong about that." Brahms loomed over her, Silmeria glaring defiant up at him. "It's as I said. You know little about vampires other than how to hunt them. But now others will be hunting you. You may think you want to lie down for their swords, but you'd be surprised how fervent the desire to live is in the moment when death is upon us." He reached out with his fingers to touch her hair, Silmeria fighting not to flinch in response. "It's not just Odin's warriors you'll have to worry about. Even among our own kind..."
"Your kind not mine!" Silmeria snapped in interruption. An interruption he ignored.
"Even among our own kind, there will be some that will want to use you. To hurt you if they can."
"Why? Because I'm a Valkyrie?" She asked, and he paused, considering his answer a moment.
"Yes, and no." Brahms said at last. "It's true you've made many enemies among the undead. You've built a career out of slaying those I rule. It will be hard for them to forget past transgressions and move on. Just as I'm sure you will find it difficult to forgive and forget the things the vampires did to you and yours." Reluctantly, Silmeria found herself nodding in agreement to this. "There will be some you will never be able to win over. And some who would hurt you simply to get at me."
To that she gave him a doubting look. "Because I am to believe you care so deeply about me, it would pain you to lose me?" Her tone was sarcastic, but Brahms did not betray any annoyance he might have felt in response to it.
"You've never been loved by a vampire." Is what he said instead. Silmeria couldn't help but shiver at the way his voice sounded, making her feel as though a silk feather was being caressed over her sensitized flesh. That voice, combined with the yearning look in his eyes pulled a reaction in her, Silmeria finding her mouth had dried, breath stopping as she stared at him.
"When we love, when we find the other half of our soul..." His hand let go of her hair, and touched her cheek instead. She didn't lean in to that touch, but Silmeria couldn't look away from him. She found herself hanging on every word, knees actually knocking together from the force of her trembles. "We do so with our whole hearts, our entire fiber of being. To love is to be complete, for the first time in all of our existence."
She had never heard of this, that the vampires could be so loving. Silmeria knew they could lust, that they could want and desire a person or their things. It was that desire that often drove them to make new vampires from among the races, though in recent centuries the push had been predominantly to make soldiers to help bolster the vampire's forces for the war. But she wasn't sure she completely bought into what Brahms was telling her, even though he had managed an earnest look.
He was still touching her cheek, his skin holding a slight chill she associated with vampires. Brahms maintained eye contact with her, apparently waiting for Silmeria to say something in response to his claims. Once again, she thought if the situation had been different, if Brahms hadn't been a vampire but just some powerful man, Silmeria would have been flattered by his interest.
But she reminded herself he wasn't just a man, but a vampire. The King of the Undead. The very monster she was sworn to destroy, the fiend who had chased her relentlessly for far longer than she would care to admit. His vampires were responsible for the injuries that had ended her career as Valkyrie. She had known true pain, debilitating and fierce because of him. She had even known fear, the feeling thrilling in her blood in response to his pursuit.
Could vampires love? Silmeria didn't think so. She was adamant that what Brahms felt for her had to be pure lust, twisted even further by the very nature of their relationship. It was unnatural, unheard of for a vampire or Valkyrie to care for the other. And yet Brahms seemed to laugh in the face of convention, chasing after Silmeria, and turning her into an abomination. He may have taken away her physical pain, but Silmeria was very much tortured emotionally. She felt it wasn't a fair exchange, thinking Brahms had brought more grief to her and her sisters in forcing the vampire's life onto Silmeria.
Her thoughts had taken too long. Brahms was already bending towards her lips, intent on claiming a kiss from her. He must have misread her silence as acceptance, or maybe he was just that forward, wanting to seal his proclamation with a kiss. Regardless of the reasons behind the kiss, Silmeria knew she couldn't allow his lips to touch hers. It would only bring trouble, would only further confuse the vampire King's feelings towards her.
She pushed out with her hands, touching his blood slicked chest with them. Silmeria gave a none to delicate shove, her intent clear in that she didn't want him to come any closer. Disappointment laced with hurt flashed in his eyes, but Brahms let go of her. The instant he stepped away, she found she could breathe, even as she hurriedly wiped her hands on her dress. Silmeria told herself it was to get them clean of the blood, but in truth she was trying to wipe away any tempting traces before she did something as uncouth as start licking the blood off her hands. Even with the blood smeared onto her dress, Silmeria had to battle the compulsion to try and wring out a few drops from the fabric into her mouth.
It scared and disgusted her that her thirst for blood could make her want to do such things. This time when she shook, it was with revulsion, Silmeria purposefully not looking at Brahms. She couldn't bear the sight of his blood stained skin a moment longer. It was too great a temptation, too mouth watering a sight. She might really give in to the urge to push him down, to crawl on top of him and start licking him clean with her tongue. Perhaps even more horrifying was the knowledge that Brahms would be all to willing to let her do that to him.
"I...I don't belive in this love you speak of." She was finally able to speak without her voice betraying how shaken she was. "Nor do I believe vampires can feel anything more than lust for another."
"Becoming a vampire doesn't change what you can feel." Brahms was quick to argue with her. "Tell me Silmeria. Have you lost any love for your sisters? Do you care for them even one bit less than you did as a Valkyrie?"
"Of course not!" Came Silmeria's immediate answer. She actually felt insulted to hear him question her love for her sisters, even as she reluctantly acknowledged what he said was true. The love remained, not twisted, not distorted by her vampiric nature. But she wouldn't give him a victory so completely, Silmeria glaring at a spot over his shoulder. "But I have not yet lost my soul. Who is to say what will happen if I feed?"
"I've already told you, vampires are not soulless. Perhaps it is our greatest weakness that we feel too much, especially when our opponents are as unfeeling as the Gods are."
"The Gods unfeeling?" She couldn't hide how startled that thought made her.
"They're a self serving lot, only caring about themselves and maybe, just maybe their own kind." Brahms sounded angry then. "It's easy to perpetuate crimes against another when you just don't give a damn."
"More lies..." Silmeria managed to sputter out.
"More truths you are afraid to face." Brahms sighed. "I know this will be difficult for you to accept, but the time will come when you will have to see for yourself. Odin is not a shining beacon of goodness, no champion of the realms. The war is not so black and white as Odin would have you think, many gray areas exist."
"No..no, I won't believe." Silmeria said, shaking her head. "Not even if a thousand years pass..."
"Then it is fortunate we have all of eternity together." A slight quirking of his lips, Silmeria's hands clenching into fists in response of it. "But I have faith it won't take nearly that long." His own hand raised towards his hair, ruffling the spiky strands with it's caress. The gesture made him seem tired, as though talking with her had worn Brahms out. Silmeria didn't express concern then, not wanting him to misinterpret it as feelings she didn't have. As feelings she would NEVER have, Silmeria thought resolutely, casting one last glare Brahms' way. No matter how much his blood called to her, how much it tempted and aroused her, she would never reciprocate love or lust towards him. It was an easy vow to make, but even Silmeria felt a smidgen of doubt on whether she'd be able to uphold it through her actions.
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To be Continued...
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