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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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Her sleep wasn't so all consuming for her not to dream. She simply wasn't that fortunate, her mind restless and stirred up by both the exertions of her body, and the feelings she had awakened to briefly as a vampire. Those feelings weren't so easy to soothe away. They raged out of control within her, Silmeria remembering the way she had lusted for the vampire, that powerful and impressive male.
It was thoughts of Brahms that were heavy on her mind, following her down into sleep. It wasn't just the moments in the ball room she saw, though those would have been strong enough to keep her in a perpetual state of arousal. Other, less volatile memories swirled, working to calm, to soothe her emotional turmoil. She caught bits and pieces, Silmeria replaying the nights of her captivity.
Those two nights she had thus far spent as a vampire, were filled with constant, new sensations. Her sight and sound enhanced. It wasn't the only newness to her life, Silmeria had much change to acclimatize to. And the one presence that had been a near constant since her awakening was him. Brahms. He had been with her when she first opened her eyes, and she instinctively knew he would have been with her if that other vampire hadn't called him away on business.
Brahms. Her mind wouldn't stop thinking about him. Wouldn't stop remembering the look in his eyes, the crimson always so dark with desire and a yearning that was
going unfulfilled. He turned that all consuming gaze on her often, the vampire not bothering to hide how he wanted her. Often, the look was such that a lesser female would have fallen to her knees, would have stripped herself of all her defenses to cater to his demands.
She was never so weak willed as that. Instinct led her to know with absolutely surety that Brahms wouldn't have settled for so docile and easily controlled a female. The predator in him, the vampire, wanted the pleasure that came from having an equal. One that wouldn't break under his dominance, one that could match him in the play of give and get.
The memories pressed in on her, Silmeria seeing flashes of the nights spent in the vampire's bedroom. Of being pinned beneath him, his strong weight a pleasurable heaviness that intrigued her. She hadn't had time to properly appreciate his nearness then, her attention had become riveted on the blood that dripped off of his neck. The memory of that blood was almost powerful enough to distract her from her lusts, from appreciating the male that continued to dominate her dreams.
But never did the memories give her what she really wanted. They always played out exactly how they had first happened, Silmeria going unfulfilled even in her mind. Frustration bloomed within her, Silmeria wanting to rip the clothes from Brahms' body. To reveal that dark skin, run her tongue over the lines of his many muscles. She wanted to take bites out of him, and it had nothing to do with feeding. She wanted to consume, to possess as badly as he wanted to claim her.
But no matter how badly Silmeria wanted, the dreams denied her. It was perhaps a fitting punishment, doing to her what she had done to him. Frustrated, she stirred enough to move restlessly in place. But she didn't rise from her sleep, the dreams still holding her fast. As if sensing her mounting agitation, they began going backwards, flashing to moments in time that had nothing to do with her life as a newly made vampire.
She experienced the moment he fed on her, the vampire's strong arms holding her to him. There had been possession in that embrace, one that overpowered any suggestion of tenderness in the moment. But Brahms had been aroused, wild and barely hanging on to his control. Her struggles hadn't helped matters, the pleasure of his bite turning to pain as she fought.
A flash, and then a different memory came to her. It was one that had always puzzled her. It continued to do that now, to the point some of her lusts slipped away from her, allowing her to examine the memory in depth. And with her study, the memory became more focused, things springing into startling clarity. She saw tall golden stalks of grass, forming a shimmering sea that rippled in the wind. Mountains were in the distance, something that might very well be a dragon soaring about the peaks. Rocky outcroppings lay scattered on the plains, too much distance between them to provide suitable cover from one's enemies.
It was the back roads of Idavoll, much of this land untouched by the fighting that took up the main expense of the plains. Of the two forces that were so entrenched in the fighting, the Asgardians guarded the back roads almost zealously from the undead. There was reason for this. The roads led to many places, most notably the paradise where the retired warriors spent out their eternity. It was a paradise that deserved protecting, a paradise that would remain free of the taint of the undead. Even as it was being emptied out, the warriors being called upon to help in the battles.
Since coming to Asgard, Silmeria had not often had the chance to stray far from the battle field. She had of course been on a tour of the realm, all the Valkyries had. All in order to show them what they were fighting for, a memory meant for them to call upon in dire times, all to remind the battle maidens of their reason for continuing this war.
Never had Silmeria expected to walk those roads with the very enemy she was sworn to destroy. The very fiend who would ruthlessly feed upon the souls who had come to rest in paradise. And yet in that moment, she had been powerless. Her sword lost to her, her hands bound by a strong length of leather. The restraints had been tight, nearly cutting off her circulation. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break them, the leather enchanted against the Valkyrie's divine strength.
The confusion she had felt then, was strong even now. Back then Silmeria hadn't understood the motivations behind Brahms' actions. He might not have understood them himself, the vampire agitated by what he had done. It was strange to think of that powerful figure as nervous, but it had been apt description for his unease. Silmeria hadn't been much better, though she had refused to cower due to her upset.
But the unease had been strong in her, especially with Brahms at her back. He kept her moving. Anytime Silmeria tried to slow her pace, his hand would forcefully guide her forward. He was never so crude as to shove her to the ground, but he wasn't exactly gentle either.
She bided her time, Silmeria always keeping an eye for an opportunity to escape him. It wouldn't come immediately, even with Brahms pausing constantly to eye the land for any signs of pursuit. It would be a while before the pair would come across either sides of the war, hours going by. Enough time that even Silmeria had tired of maintaining her silence.
"What do you hope to accomplish in doing this?" Silmeria had demanded. His hand had hesitated on her back, as though Brahms was surprised she had spoken to him. But he didn't offer any answers to her questions, his silence only cementing her suspicions that he was reacting on blind impulse. She hadn't known what those impulse were though, Silmeria not understanding why he hadn't fed from her.
There was power in a Valkyrie's blood. A power most vampires wouldn't have been able to resist. Brahms himself was notorious for having fed off several Valkryies during his long existence, that power making him flush with new strength and speed. If he had fed from Silmeria that day, Brahms would have had no trouble returning to his camp.
Silmeria hadn't understood what was holding him back. Any more than she had understood his reasons for coming to Valhalla. If he hadn't meant to kill her, or her King, then it made no sense why he would risk so much to set foot inside the castle. She had replayed the odd meeting in her mind, recalling how Brahms had knocked away her sword, and tried to hold her fast to him.
He had touched her hair, and actually inhaled her scent. That had been as surprising as it was disturbing, Silmeria not knowing what to make of his actions. Hours would pass before Silmeria would even begin to suspect the true meaning behind his actions. She might even understand them before Brahms did, though it was a knowledge that wouldn't appease Silmeria of her tension.
But at this moment in the memory, there was only the confusion. Silmeria hadn't like the confusion, might have hated it more than the humiliation of being captured by her enemy. It left her on uncertain ground, Silmeria unsure of what she could expect from the vampire. She would even consider the idea that Brahms was toying with her, though why he would go to such lengths, even that she did not know.
But he had purposefully sought her out. Waited until she was alone. Silmeria hadn't been at her most vulnerable then, but here on the plains, with her hands bound behind her? She would be an all too easy target for Brahms to kill. And yet he never made a violent move towards her, dragging out what she perceived to be torture of a different kind. As if he wanted her to think about the death that might be coming, as if that would build up her fear, and make what he did to Silmeria all the sweeter for him. It was cruel, and she told him as much.
Her back had been to him, his hand keeping her from turning to look at Brahms. But Silmeria had heard the in drawn breath he took in response to her accusation. "Cruel?"
"Yes, cruel!" She had snapped insistently. "If you had any compassion, any sense of honor, you would end this now!" She had made a bitter sound then, near scoffing as she told him, "Oh but how could I forget? You undead have no compassion."
He hadn't immediately rose to her baiting, his hand urging her forward once more. Silmeria had sneered, though the expression was wasted on him. "You're all unfeeling monsters!"
"You are wrong about that!"
There had been anger in his voice, stern and disapproving. Silmeria hadn't flinched, practically laughing then. "Oh that's right. You do have some feelings. Ones mired in negativity, ones that inspired your kind to new heights of debauchery and killings!"
"We feel more than that!" Brahms had said, then snorted. "We certainly feel more than you Valkyrie!"
She had gasped then, affronted. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Cold and proud, the Valkyries find solace in nothing but the battle. You are without mercy to those who stand against your King, cutting down all who dare cross weapons with you. You are as fearless as you are unfeeling, a stagnant existence."
She had seethed with rage then, badly wishing her hands were free. If she could have, Silmeria would have struck him then. "You are wrong." She had said out loud. Silmeria had shook her head for good measure, as though that was proof against his claims. "We feel...we care..."
"What do you feel?" Brahms had challenged her. "Save for disgust and loathing of your enemies?"
"That's not all I feel!" Her voice had burst out, more passionate than she had ever remembered hearing. "I know love..." He had snorted then. "I love my sisters...and they love me! The bond of my family is something you can never take from me, never diminish or destroy no matter your efforts!" She struggled against his grip, wanting to turn and face him in the moment.
"It is that love that kept me quiet at the castle." Her gaze had locked with his, the instant he had allowed her to turn. "It is that same love that allows me to risk myself in order to allow my sisters to go on living. I would and HAVE done anything to spare them. Even if I must go to my grave at your hands, I will die satisfied that they live on."
"Even if their lives are extended only by a few more hours?" Brahms had asked.
"My sacrifice would be worth it, even if it gave them only a few more minutes. Life is precious, especially theirs." Silmeria had retorted, the ring of truth to her words. "So vampire, do your worst. You will not make me regret my choice, you simply have no power over me in that regard."
"Keep moving." He had then ordered gruffly, hand pushing at her shoulder. Silmeria had turned in compliance, but didn't silence her voice.
"I suppose it is something you cannot hope to understand. This love I feel. The drive it gives me. It is strong, might possibly be the strongest force in the realms. Certainly it is stronger than any wickedness you could do."
"Such devotion is to be commended." He had murmured from behind her. "I hope your sisters truly recognize how fortunate they are, to have one such as you as their family."
"It is nothing that they would not do for me." Silmeria had told him.
"If that is true, than it is admirable. But also a pity, for it makes you three weak to those who would capitalize on the opportunities that loves would give them."
"Love is never to be pitied." She had retorted. "It makes us strong in new ways, makes life worth living."
"And yet you are weary." She had been startled at that, not understanding how he could make that deduction. "Oh don't try to pretend it's not true. I have seen your eyes Valkyrie. Seen the tired look in them."
"What would you know of it?" Silmeria had demanded.
"I have lived for a long time. Far longer than you. I have seen that kind of look in many eyes. It is a telling look, revealing more than a guarded soul would want." Brahms had explained.
She was taken aback. "Oh?" She had asked then. "And what does that look tell you about me?"
He would turn quiet, considering his answer carefully. They would continue to walk, the back roads empty of all but their presence. Enough time would go by that Silmeria's doubts about what he said would continue, the Valkyrie ready to scoff and dismiss his claims.
"It tells me..." His voice had been a soft rumble, Brahms speaking as though he knew she would not like what he had to say. "You are tired of the endless fighting. Tired of eternity stretching out with no grander purpose in mind for you. You want to matter Valkyrie. And deep down you know so long as you remain Odin's soldier, you will not. None of you will."
Any snide remark she could have made had died in her throat. And all because the vampire had hit on private feelings that had often disturb her, whether she be on the battlefield, or alone in bed. It was frightening that a stranger could read the truth of her dissatisfaction. A dissatisfaction she hadn't even made known to her sisters, not even her dear Lenneth who might have understood better than Hrist ever could.
Silence would stretch between them, Brahms patient as he waited for her response. She couldn't give one to him immediately, her thoughts racing and wild. "This war will never end." She had finally said. Frustration bloomed in her words. "At least not while I am still live." Silmeria had been sure her life would be ended this night, her true purpose never found.
"Neither side is even close to a victory. The curtain will not close on this farce, not so long as the driving forces behind it still live." Brahms had said. "The Valkyies waste their eternity fighting." She hadn't been able to deny it, even as she knew that some more than others enjoyed the battle. Certainly her sisters preferred the fighting to the alternative, neither one wanting to be given away to some man.
"Valkyrie..." Brahms voice would interrupt her thoughts. "Have you not ever thought of throwing away your sword?" She might have gasped then, the thing he had asked practically sacrilegious to her. He would ask even worse things, Silmeria would shake her head in wild denial, even as a voice whispered temptations inside her. "Leaving the battle, turning your back on the fighting?"
"And what point would there be to that?" Silmeria has asked, tone defiant.
"You would be able to find some reason to live. A reason to be HAPPY. A reason to be satisfied with your life!" His voice had risen with each word, frustration blooming in his harsh shout. She hadn't understood why he would even care, or why he would waste time on asking her these things when he surely intended to kill her before the night was through.
"Odin would NEVER allow it." It wasn't a true answer to his question, Silmeria avoiding the traitorous impulse that whispered to her their agreement of Brahms' suggestions. "As long as I can fight, as long as I am able, my place is here in Asgard." She had paused a moment, then turned to look at him. "It might be different if your kind would call a ceasefire to this war..."
"That is another thing Odin would never allow." Brahms had told her. "You know as well as I that he will not be content until every last vampire is wiped out of existence. And my people? My people will not make it easy for him to do that. We will not lay down and go quietly to our extermination."
She would not go quietly either, Silmeria staring at him a long moment. His crimson eyes had bored into her, Brahms seeming almost as weary as he had accused Silmeria of being. She had wondered then if he had a purpose beyond the near mindless killing the undead so enjoyed doing. Wondered if he fought for more than the prevention of wiping out all remnants of his kind.
Abruptly she had turned, not liking that she had these thoughts. He was causing her to doubt, to make her wonder if there was something beyond the undead's joy of killing any and all they came across. Never had she thought in terms of them fighting for their own survival. And never had she thought they might have a right to cling to their pathetic existence.
He stirred in her the kind of doubts that might earn her punishment from Lord Odin. Even worse, the doubts might make her clumsy, vulnerable even as she fought the undead. Silmeria couldn't afford to think of them as anything but monsters, could never allow herself to think of the vampires as a separate entity from the other creatures that made up the undead ranks.
The mountains were still far in the distance. They had made little progress pausing like this to talk. Brahms hand would touch her once more, urging her to move forward once more. Silmeria didn't want to. He could kill her now for all she cared. It would be preferable to bringing her back to his camp, and allowing many of the undead to feed off her blood and flesh.
"Silmeria!" Brahms would actually growl out her name, impatience the chief emotion in his tone. She had been holding her ground, refusing to take even one step further.
"No. I will not go any further." She had announced. "You will just have to kill me now." Silmeria had prepared herself for the blow that would follow that announcement, expecting him to sink his fangs viciously into her neck. Both his hands would grab her bound arms, claws digging into her delicate skin. She had thought he was holding her still for his bite, but it never came. Instead his voice rasped in her ear, low, dangerous, and ever so enraged.
"You little fool."
Silmeria hadn't bothered to be outraged. Instead she would take advantage of his nearness to drive herself back. Her head would slam into his face, Brahms letting out grunt of pain. She thought she heard the crunch of bones, Silmeria wondering if she had broken his nose. But even as she wondered that, she was bringing down her metal encased feet, stamping on both of his.
Brahms' grip would loosen, Silmeria wresting free and turning. Her leg would lash out, foot high enough to catch him in the face. He fell back from her, and she didn't pursue the attack. Not with her hands bound by enchanted restraints, and having no sword to take his head.
Growling, he had a hand over his face, fingers feeling for the damage she had done. Silmeria's assessment would take only a moment, and then she was running from him. He would scream, sounding further enraged.
"Valkyrie!"
But there had been little chance of Silmeria stopping. Silmeria had been sure she heard her death in his voice, the battle maiden running even faster. Pity for her it was in the wrong direction, her flight taking her further from Valhalla. But a most formidable foe had stood between her and the path that led back to the castle. And unlike Silmeria, Brahms had no need of a sword to kill her.
The tall stacks of grass would brush against her waist, Silmeria running without pausing to look over her shoulders. She hadn't a chance of getting away, even with the spells that blocked his teleportation ability. But that hadn't really been her reason for attacking him. She had simply been tired of delaying her death, in second guessing when and how he would deliver the final blow. A part of her was just mad, wanting to make it a struggle before he killed her.
She would hear the footsteps behind her, the grass stirring with Brahms' charge. He had recovered enough to give chase, and it would be by a large outcropping of rocks that he would catch her.
Silmeria wouldn't quite scream, feeling his hands grab her by the arms. Their forward momentum would drive them towards the rocks, Silmeria realizing she was about to slam face first in them. Would being knocked unconscious be a mercy or a curse?
At the last possible second, Brahms flipped her to face him. It didn't stop them from hitting the largest of the rock formations, Silmeria's voice being forced out of her with a cry. Her back throbbed with pain, her armor had not been enough to cushion her against the stone. She could remember feeling humiliated that she had given that cry, her anger manifesting in a glare.
He had been glaring too, lips curled back in a snarl. She could see his fangs, and they were long and glistening like pearl. Silmeria had thought she had finally succeeded in driving him to bite her, but she hadn't closed her eyes, wanting to face death head on. A part of her had been scared, but that fear was swallowed by the defiance she had felt.
The moment he had pinned her, she had gone still, not even attempt to squirm free. What was the point, when he was so much stronger than her? She had known then and there that there was nothing left for her to try. The vampire would have her, and the only victory she could take from the feeding was that she had forced his hand earlier than he had intended.
"Why do you not struggle more?" He had demanded in a low, raspy voice.
"There is no point. You have me effectively pinned." She had retorted. "It will not delay anything, and will only succeed in making your bite hurt more."
"What do you know of my bite?" He had demanded.
"I know it is nothing to be savored." She had retorted, and he had growled, affronted.
"I can make it pleasurable for you."
"I prefer you do not." She had hissed then, mortified at the thought. That would be the ultimate humiliation, to go to her death and enjoy it!
"Brave little Valkyrie, so determined to die this night." He had been pressed against her body, seeming unbothered by her armor.
"If I must die, then it is better to have guided how it will happen." She had retorted, watching as he leaned his face towards her neck. Silmeria had been pleased that she hadn't stiffened, not in fear or anger. She would be brave, and do the Valkyries honor with the valiant way she died.
But Brahms didn't immediately sink his fangs into her, seeming content to breathe in her scent. Silmeria had wondered if he could smell the blood in her veins, wondered if he could hear the quickening of her pulse. And then he did something most surprising, Brahms actually nuzzling the flesh between her neck and shoulder. It had startled Silmeria enough to gasp, that betraying sound drawing Brahms upright.
His expression had been nothing she had expected, Brahms as disturbed by what he had done as Silmeria had been. His confusion had been chasing away some of his previous anger, though the crimson had still flared with it. She couldn't say her expression was any less confused, Silmeria staring at him with her breath held. It would expel with her question.
"Just why did you come to the castle?"
"My reasons are my own." His answer had of course told her nothing of what she wanted to understand.
"Whatever those reasons are, you took a great chance." Silmeria had pointed out. She saw then that he had known that, something like embarrassment washing over his face. But his flustered state was brief, his answers had been no more forthcoming than before. It was then that she had remembered Brahms admitting his purpose that night had been to see her. She had assumed his intent had been to kill her, but now she was no longer so certain.
"Just what do you want from me?" She had asked, her cry frustrated, near helpless from not understanding his motivations. Even worse, he wouldn't answer, not with words. But his gaze would focus, locking onto her lips. Studying them as though they held a great fascination for him. She had come away with the feeling he wanted to KISS her. And that had confused her most of all.
Brahms would continue his staring, and in reaction she had nervously licked her lips. His eyes had seemed to catch fire then, as though he had liked seeing her tongue's uncertain movement. Silmeria still had not understood any of what he was doing, or what he might be feeling. Nor had she any experience with being a person desired for more than her blood, or skill on the battlefield.
She had been a complete innocent then. No experience to her name. Never had she dallied with a man, Silmeria having devoted her life early on to becoming the perfect solider for Lord Odin. She had been fighting since she was fourteen years of age, having no time for the things mortal girls would have had experience with. There had been no boys her own age that had tried to court her, none would have dared, knowing she was a Goddess chosen by Odin.
She had missed out on so much of the things that would be normal for other girls. And for the longest time Silmeria hadn't missed those lost experiences. But as her dissatisfaction with the fighting continued, Silmeria had started to want things. To yearn for that which she had no name. She had even come to the private understanding that perhaps being given to a man would not be the horrible fate the other Valkyries envisioned.
But Silmeria had never expected that her first real experience with being desired would come at the hands of a vampire. Especially this vampire in particular. Brahms was everything a Valkyrie should have feared, a ruthless killer of her own kind. And yet he had physical qualities a Valkyrie could also appreciate, being strong, fast and agile, skilled in fighting.
Nor was Brahms hard on the eyes, being of pleasing face and form. Silmeria might even have deigned to admit to herself he was attractive, though she would have gone to her death denying it to him and her sisters.
And with that acknowledgment of his appeal, she began to notice other things about him. Most particularly his nearness, his body positioned between her spread legs. There was no armor between them there, his groin touching hers through the protection of her dress' skirt. It was a vulnerable position to be in, and any intrigue she might have felt was superseded by her wariness.
Blood she had then realized, was not the only thing he could take from her this night. And yet she wasn't nearly as frightened as she should be, Silmeria actually staring at Brahms' mouth rather than try to get free. And with that staring, she had realized how full and sensual his mouth was, even with the fangs pressing into the bottom lip. She had even taken a second to wonder what it would be like to be kissed, and her fancies had not allowed her to imagine any other man but Brahms doing the deed.
It was unfortunate, but the vampire noticed her new reactions to him. That sensual mouth curved into a smile, his voice coming out husky as Brahms spoke. "Perhaps the Valkyrie can feel something after all..."
"I told you." She had whispered. "I feel."
"Yes, I remember. You love your sisters..."
"I do...I..." She had trailed off then, having seen the way he leaned in closer. His warm breath caressed over her lips, Silmeria realizing then he really was going to kiss her. She had known then she wasn't going to fight him, even as Silmeria knew she shouldn't have allowed it. But she had had the thought, that if she was going to die that night, Silmeria would at least go to her grave having experienced a kiss.
It would be one less regret to have, even if it was her murderer that bestowed the experience on her. And it was an experience, Silmeria gasping at the sweet pressure of his mouth on hers. She had expected him to be cold, but his lips held a fiery warmth to them. It felt as though his kiss scalded her, but there was no pain with that burning.
His mouth lingered in place, Silmeria analyzing everything about the way he had kissed her. The way he seamlessly fit their mouths together, the vampire eating up her sounds. There was hunger in that kiss, one that had nothing to do with a vampire's need for blood. Brahms had hungered for her, for the taste of her mouth, the pressure growing stronger as he made a demand.
She hadn't known how to kiss, but she had melted just a little beneath him. Her lips had softened, yielding to the pressure of his mouth. Brahms had been ready to take any offering she gave him, the kiss becoming open mouthed as his tongue swept inside her. The play of his tongue against hers had startled Silmeria, the Valkyrie never realizing a kiss held so much more than just touching lips to another.
Her blood boiled with the kiss, Silmeria aware of her body in ways she had never noticed before. Her heart beat seemed to thunder in her ears, her pulse going too fast. She thought then he was the devil, seducing her so sweetly, so thoroughly with his mouth. And then she felt the hardness of his groin, pressing against her own sex. Sweet Freya she had thought amazed, marveling at his own powerful reaction to their kiss.
It had been amazing, but it had also been frightening, Silmeria not ready for such an experience. A kiss had been one thing, sweetly arousing temptation, a memory she could hold to her even as she died. But she hadn't been ready to go any further, nor did Silmeria want Brahms to think he could just take anything he desired, especially from a Valkyrie.
But it had been so difficult to break the kiss, to give up the sensations his mouth and tongue were giving her. She might have moaned then, the tiniest of sounds that made her come off as helpless. But she wasn't, Silmeria using her teeth to snap at his tongue. She hadn't bled him, thank God, but the attempt had been enough to get Brahms to pull back.
His eyes had been dilated, Brahms looking almost blind with arousal. Silmeria had wondered what kind of expression she had shown him, though the Valkyrie had tried for anger. "That was a mistake." She had said, though something in her had protested. It hadn't FELT like a mistake, the kiss exciting, resonating deep within her. But that rightness had her rebelling, Silmeria hadn't wanted the vampire to think she had enjoyed it.
"A mistake." Brahms had repeated, as though he was in agreement. Disappointment had flared within her, growing stronger when he stepped back. She nearly fell to her knees, so shaky had she been without his body to support hers.
"We waste time." Brahms had continued, glancing up at the sky. She hadn't looked up, still staring at him, at his mouth in particular. She had actually wanted another kiss, had yearned for it with every fiber of her being. "Come." Brahms would pull her along by her bound arms, dragging her along the road. He would not speak to her again, nor would Silmeria try to engage him in conversation. She was too busy dealing with her startling reactions to him, and the way he had made her feel as Brahms had pressed his lips to hers.
How much longer they would continue that way, she could not say. But they would encounter his army almost at the exact moment the Asgardians arrived. She could remember how Brahms had swore, seeming more agitated then ever. Silmeria had expected him to seize her neck as the two opposing forces drew near, but he hadn't. Instead his claws had slashed through her restraints, Brahms then shoving her in the direction of the Asgardians.
"I don't understand you!" But Silmeria hadn't truly meant it when she cried that out. A niggling suggestion had made itself known to her, Silmeria thinking the vampire might be attracted to her.
"Go!" He had growled at her, making a show of trying to attack her with his claws. She had leapt back on instinct, throwing her arms up for protection ."Go, and know this is not over between us!"
Brahms had meant it too. He might not have understood the fascination she held for him, might not have realized that he was attracted to her. But he would soon! And with that realization, an obsession would be born, Brahms pursuing her relentlessly across the battlefield. But that pursuit would not begin that night, not with the vampire so at war with his own feelings.
Silmeria had not been any better, confused over how the vampire could have come to desire her. Silmeria had felt she had done nothing to merit such attraction, to encourage such obsessive devotion. It would be a long time before the answer would come to her, Silmeria realizing at this very moment what must have happened. The vampire had recognized her for what she was, and it had nothing to do with being a Valkyrie and his enemy. The primal part of him, the part based on instinct and impulses had acknowledge her as his mate.
Just as the primal part of Silmeria had done the same, the vampire inside her recognizing Brahms as belonging to her. But she wasn't completely happy with that realization, Silmeria gasping as she broke through the dreams and slipped out of sleep. Her eyes immediately looked towards the vampire that sat near her bed, Brahms wearing a pensive look as he stared at her.
Immediately she flushed with embarrassment, Silmeria sure she was blushing. It was the first real blush she had ever given a man, Silmeria unused to the warmth filling her face. She wanted to lower her eyes, finding it painful to look at him. And all because she was remembering everything that had happened in the moments leading up to her forced sleep.
She remembered how fiercely she had wanted him, how Silmeria had desired he claim her then and there. She remembered how he had reacted to her, how he had kissed her and touched her, and rubbed his erection between her legs. The recollection both made her want to moan, and cry out, Silmeria bringing her hands up to cover her face. But she couldn't hide from herself, Silmeria starting to tremble and scrabbling desperately for some kind of emotion that had nothing to do with lust or embarrassment.
It wasn't so easy to turn to anger. But she made the effort, calling to mind the vampiress Surren. Remembering the way the woman had talked to her, baited her, and the way she had hungered for Lenneth's death. Little by little, Silmeria remembered the events that followed, the way she had attacked Surren. The fight that had broken out, extending beyond the two females to involve nearly everyone in the ball room.
Worst of all, Silmeria remembered how effortless it had been for her to fend off her attackers. How easy it had been to give in to her rage, and go so mindless she no longer recognized anyone but her mate. But she refused to dwell on the calming influence Brahms had proven to be, instead lowering her hands and asking the question that weighed so heavily on her mind.
"Just what have you created in making me into one of your own kind?"
He didn't answer immediately, Silmeria locking her anxious, accusing gaze on him. "I am strong." She stated. "Fast...I react as though I have been a vampire for years, moving with the practiced ease of an elder. That is not natural...NONE of this is natural. What happened in the ball room...I...I should have been killed."
"You are different it is true." Brahms said at last. "You might be even more advanced than the elders."
"Stronger than you even?"
A faint flicker of a smile then. "I doubt it."
"Why has this happened?" She asked. "Is it because I was a Valkyrie?"
A quick nod from him. "Yes, I believe that is why."
"You believe? That means you are not sure?"
"There's never been a Valkyrie converted." Brahms told her. "There might be no limit to your powers."
"I am an abomination." Her tone was flat to hide the sudden despair that filled her. "I am something that should have never been created.."
"Don't say that!" he snapped harshly at her.
"It's the truth!" She retorted hotly. "You saw what I did in the ball room, what I did to your people." She hesitated then. "Did I kill anyone?"
"No. Mercifully you did not." She couldn't be relieved then, still remembering the angry rage that had filled her, the needs in her commanding Silmeria to fight, to tear apart anyone in range. True her targets had been vampires, but the way she had gone near mindless with the need to kill scared her. Almost as much as the thought of such rage repeating.
"But you hurt many." Brahms continued. "One of the guards has lost an eye. Not even blood will heal that injury."
"Blood..." She whispered, realizing something. "The vampires I injured...they will have to feed to heal."
"Yes." Silmeria made a dismayed sound at his confirmation, having never wanted to be the cause for the vampires to go after mortals. "We barely have enough donors in the castle." Brahms added. "We will be hard pressed to find more in the coming days..."
"The vampires will leave the island won't they?" Fear laced her words then. "To feed on the people of Midgard. And it will be all my fault!"
In an instant Brahms had left his seat, joining her on the bed. His hands went to touch her, something that might be pity in his eyes. She didn't want him touching her, didn't want his empathy, Silmeria trying to struggle free. "Silmeria...it won't be a blood bath. The vampires will only take what they need to heal, to replenish their strength."
"They will still feed, still make victims out of the mortals!"
"Not all who are fed on are unwilling." Brahms pointed out.
"I don't believe that." She told him. "Why would anyone submit to such a thing?" But then she remembered how good his bite had felt, at least while she hadn't struggled. And the memory made her blush anew, Silmeria averting her eyes from Brahms.
"I think you need to talk to the mortals who live in the castle. Talk to and get their stories. Learn just why they are have tasked themselves with the work of feeding the vampires."
"As if I could ever trust what they say!" Silmeria exclaimed.
"Why would you doubt?"
"Your kind has fed on them. They are tainted. And even if they haven't been compelled to lie, fear alone might get them to say what you want me to hear." She was sure of her explanation.
"We have done no such thing." Brahms told her. "And you would know that if you would feed."
"I won't feed. Not on them, not on anyone!" She was adamant in the moment, even as her turmoil made the hunger all the worse.
"Your time is running out Silmeria." Brahms warned her. "There will come a time when you HAVE to feed."
She shivered in response, Silmeria knowing there was truth in his words. She would have to take blood, and soon, her protests be damned. Or else what happened in the ball room, would be magnified, a million times worse as she truly became a mindless revenant. Would any of the vampires being able to stop her then? Brahms might, but only if he really was stronger than she.
A choice was coming, faster than she would have liked. She would have to feed or become revenant, might not have the luxury to wait for her sisters to come kill her. Nor could she afford to become a revenant around them, Silmeria realizing she might have to feed if only to protect her sisters from herself. Lenneth and Hrist would be horrified, but not half as much as they would be if she appeared before them mindless.
And still she despised the choices forced on her. She might even despise Brahms, even as a part of her lusted for him. A different part wondered if it wouldn't have been better if he hadn't killed her that night on Idavoll. Certainly none of this would have happened if they hadn't kissed. But their fates had been sealed, intertwined just as easily as the pressing together of their lips. Life would continue, her destiny being played out, Silmeria unable to do anything but be swept along it's path.
To Be Continued...
This was a chapter that did not want to end! *cries* Had a heck of a time finding a good ending spot. X_X
Michelle
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