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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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The front lawn of the castle was littered with bodies, both sides having suffered numerous losses. The corpses lay everywhere, their blood soiling the ground. There had not yet been time to organize a disposal for the bodies, the ceasefire being slow to take effect. Neither side had wanted to stop the fighting, both Asgardians and vampires eager for each other's deaths. His people were especially reluctant, and with good reason. They had been winning the battle, not only stopping the invasion in it's tracks, but actually slaughtering most of the Asgardians.
The remaining Valkyrie and their einherjar had been loathe to accept the temporary truce. They did not trust the reasons behind it, nor were they so cowardly as to flee the first chance they got. These Goddesses and the souls that served them seemed determined to fight to their deaths, to the very end of their existence rather than return to Odin disgraced.
Brahms did not expect them to leave the island before tomorrow night. The Valkyries had already made clear their stance on such an option. But they accepted the temporary ceasefire, if only so they could gather up their own dead. Bonfires were being built, the Valkyrie determined to burn the bodies of their brethren that had fallen on the battlefield.
His vampires were doing the same, dragging corpses to the field opposite that of the Valkyrie's bonfires. There was too many dead to hold individual burials. A mass burning was the best they could offer the fallen. Brahms stood on top the ramparts of the castle, keeping a watchful eye on both factions. The animosity was still there, both sides broiling with tension. It wouldn't take much for them to abandon their current tasks, and engage in the fighting once more.
Brahms couldn't' fault them for that. He too wanted to battle, the predatory impulses inside him not satisfied with the way the fight with Hrist and her einherjar had ended. It left him with unspent, nervous energy, Brahms fighting not to fidget in place as he gazed down at the people below. It was difficult to face one's mortal enemy and not have it end with the death of one or the other. Even worse was to let them go with the understanding they might be so foolish as to come back and make another attempt on one's life.
Or the life of one's mate, Brahms' voicing a low growl. He hoped that einherjar Arngrim would be able to talk some sense into Hrist. But he didn't hold favorable odds on the chances of that. Brahms suspected he would encounter Hrist again, and that next battle would surely end with one of them dead. He couldn't, wouldn't let Hrist continue to threaten Silmeria. And he thought Silmeria would understand that, now that the girl had come to WANT to live.
The miracle of that realization was almost enough to expunge the tension out of him, Brahms wanting to smile. He still wasn't sure how such a miracle could have occurred, but the fact remained that it had. Silmeria was no longer foolishly ready to throw her life away. She wanted to live, to experience all she could. Even if it meant doing it as a vampire. It gave Brahms hope, the vampire king wondering what experiences he could give her, what sights he could show her. Brahms felt confidant this was a new beginning for himself and his bride.
Of course he was well aware Silmeria's new acceptance didn't guarantee anything. She might continue to fight him, to deny the attraction between them. But Brahms could deal with that, take small steps with her. They had already taken the first, Silmeria admitting she wanted to live after all. Another could be the fact she had thanked him for sparing her sister's life. Brahms wanted to take more steps, to build upon them a future together with Silmeria.
He couldn't rush her though. Brahms knew he would have to tread very carefully in his dealings with Silmeria. As much as he wanted for their relationship, he couldn't force things. Not without running the risk of damaging his chances permanently. Which is why he had to handle her first feeding with extreme care. But Brahms couldn't hide his excitement at the thought, the vampire looking forward to his bride at last feeding.
He wasn't just excited, he was impatient. Brahms wanted to go to Silmeria at once. But he was aware of his own condition, and though his numerous wounds had at last stopped bleeding, Brahms was still weakened. He himself needed to feed, if he wanted any chance of sustaining both his bride and himself through the night. He grumbled, and wondered where was Gideon, the vampire having been sent to fetch a human off the mainland for Brahms' appetite.
It made him pace, Brahms moving but keeping a constant eye on the crowd below him. The vampires and Valkyries were being careful to avoid contact with one another. One group would walk over to the bodies, and gather their fallen. Once clear, the other group would pick up theirs. The vampires had little interest in the bodies of the dead Asgardians. Not with their spilled blood cold and without the vitality of life to it. The undead monsters however, would be having a fit, wanting to eat those bodies, wanting to consume the flesh of the dead.
It was really all Brahms could do to quiet their complaints down, the vampire lord exerting his control over the undead to send them as far away from the castle as the island would permit. He knew the undead wouldn't die from skipping a night's meal. Not even a week without feeding could end their existence, each type of undead needing a specific type of killing in order to die.
The way he handled the undead present this night, would not prove popular. Fortunately for Brahms, such was his power, his control over them, that they could do little. The zombies and ghouls, the dozens of other creatures would have no choice but to obey their Lord. All his whims and wishes theirs, even if it made them suffer the agony of hunger unsatisfied. They couldn't regress into anything worse, they weren't like the vampires who could turn revenant if they didn't feed often enough.
As upset as the undead would be, Brahms knew he would also have to contend with his vampire's dissatisfaction. His order for a temprarely cease fire was not a popular one. Nor did they understand his reasons behind it, especially when they had been winning. It would not do to tell them he had acted on his bride's behalf, and if the Valkyries did indeed leave, Brahms shudder to think what would happen if another hunting party came to the island. The smart thing was to slaughter every last Asgardian. It was the only message Odin would understand and respect. It might be the only thing they could do to keep Odin from sending even more Valkyries to their island home.
Even if Odin wanted Silmeria dead, he couldn't afford to waste all his soldiers on the attempt. Not with so many vampires and undead monsters lurking on the plains of Idavoll, waiting for their chance to march on the castle, Valhalla. Brahms was surprised at just how many Odin had spared for this island invasion. It made him wary, but also suspicious of the God's intentions. Did Odin suspect Silmeria was close to learning the truth behind the war? Is that why he pushed so hard for her death? Or did Odin merely want to take from Brahms, his first real happiness in ages?
Odin wanted Brahms dead, that much was true. But not just Brahms, he wanted all of the vampires dead. The monsters that made up the undead legions were a nuisance to the God, but hardly a race he wanted to wipe out. Not if there stood a chance he could control them in place of Brahms. Odin cared little for their appetites, and the prey they fed off of. He just cared about power, the amassing of it, and the using of it.
Of course, all that power would be a moot point if Odin could rid himself of his two hated enemies. Brahms was one, and to a lesser extent, Hel was another. But Hel was hardly a threat, at least not when it came to fighting wars. She just barely manages to defend herself, to keep Odin from snuffing out her existence. She could have stayed off of Odin's radar if only she had kept away from Brahms all those millennia ago. But if she had stayed away, Brahms probably wouldn't have survived those first years on Midgard. He owed much to the Goddess of Nifleheim, even if they were no longer on the best of terms due to all that had happened.
Brahms could have lost himself to thoughts of the past, the memories wanting to press in on him, but he sensed power gathering near to where he stood. Brahms straightened, turning already to greet the vampire that was teleporting onto the narrow walkway. "Ah Gideon...I was beginning to think you had gotten yourself staked while running my errands."
"Never that, my King." The vampire with the salt and pepper colored hair flashed a thin smile. In his arms he held a burly human, the man nearly bald. He was of broad chest, skin a healthy color. The human looked robust enough to feed several vampires, even ones as hungry as Brahms and Silmeria both were. His green eyes were glazed over, the human bespelled by Gideon's compulsion.
It was apparent by the look of the human, the reason for Gideon's delay. The vampire had spent his time well, carefully choosing out a human capable enough to feed both his King and queen. Brahms nodded his thanks to the vampire, already stepping forward to take hold of the balding man. He would not drain this human to the death, but the man would be sick for the next few days. That could not be avoided, Brahms needing blood badly. But nowhere to the extent that Silmeria needed it.
"So...it's going to happen tonight?" Gideon inquired, watching as Brahms ran his clawed fingers over the side of the human's neck. "She's really going to feed?"
"That is my hope." Brahms answered, his fangs lengthening in his mouth. It became difficult to talk around their length, but Brahms managed. His voice was a distorted growl, already the scent of the blood inside this human was calling to him. "Silmeria wants to live now. And to do that, she must feed."
"Can it really be that easy..." Gideon wondered, turning away once Brahms sunk his fangs into the man's neck. The vampire was watching the area below them, alert for
any attacks that might come while Brahms' fed. "She may want to live...but can she really take that final step towards sustaining her life?"
Brahms could no longer answer, not with his mouth otherwise engaged. The rich taste of the human's blood filled him, health and vitality flowing through him as Brahms swallowed down large mouthfuls of it. There were so many urges going through him as he fed, the strongest being the urge to drink this human to his death. It took a lot of control, a lot of strength for Brahms to be careful as he fed. He would drink only enough, and that amount would never be enough to endanger the human. It would only weaken him, the man awakening in his home, thinking he had come down with some kind of illness.
As he fed, he felt his energy restoring, his body healing. The cuts all over him? They started to mend, skin closing seamlessly, leaving no scar to identify where the injury had first existed. Brahms felt good, though not as good as a Valkyrie's blood would have made him feel. But it was more than enough, Brahms risking pulling on the vein one last time, filling himself to the point he thought his veins would burst from too much blood.
His arms were supporting the human, the man no longer able to stand on his own when Brahms pulled back from the feeding. Gideon turned to look at him, and nodded his approval. "You look well."
"I feel good." Brahms told him. "Better than I have in a while now..." But it didn't all have to do with the blood he had drank. Brahms was full of excitement and anticipation, readying himself to feed Silmeria for the first time ever.
"I do not meant to bring down your mood but...Try not to get your hopes up." Gideon advised. "Silmeria has had a way of disappointing you in the past..."
"Fear not Gideon." Brahms was already passing over the human to Gideon's waiting arms. "I expect nothing from her, except for her to feed."
"You know a feeding can bring more to it than just the easing of one's hunger. Can you remain impartial to the desires she will rouse? The desires she may not be prepared to act on?"
Brahms tried not to be annoyed, knowing Gideon only spoke out of concern for him. "I will manage."
"It's not that I doubt you..." Gideon said. "But being fed on by one's bride...it is a powerful experience. Take care you do not jeopardize things between you with the emotions she stirs up."
"I will be careful." Brahms promised him. Gideon didn't look like he believed him, and all because Brahms was about to experience a first in his life. The first of one's mate feeding off him. It excited him just thinking about it. It was no wonder Brahms could do little to reassure Gideon of his worries. "Stay here and watch over our people. Make sure no one crosses a line that plunges both sides back into fighting."
"As you wish." Gideon bowed his head, putting the unconscious human down on the stones of the walkway. It wouldn't be until much later, when Brahms could return to his post, that Gideon would be allowed to return the human to his home on the main land. But for now there was no time, Brahms flexing his muscles, enjoying how that movement came without any sharp pain. He didn't linger for much longer than that, Brahms teleporting into the castle.
He'd arrive just outside the bedroom, noting that someone, Vandimeer most likely, had repaired the door. He'd smile at the man's thoughtfulness, thinking it typical that Vandimeer had seen to that which might have been overlooked by another. Most vampires wouldn't have seen fixing the door as a necessity for feeding. After all, vampires can and did feed in front of others. But this was to be Silmeria's first feeding, which made it special. Brahms wanted her to have no reason to balk against giving in to her hungers.
Having a door they could close would go a long way towards relaxing Silmeria. She would surely appreciate the sense of privacy it gave them both. He'd appreciate it too, Brahms knowing this first feeding held the potential to get intense. Just the thought of it had him excited, nervous anticipation that had Brahms wiping his sweating palms on the back of his leather trousers.
By the time Vandimeer pulled open the door, Brahms was as composed as he could manage. He didn't exactly exude confidence, but neither did he shy away, or act like an over enthusiastic fledgling. Vandimeer said something, some greeting that Brahms barely paid attention to. And all because he was already looking past Vandimeer towards Silmeria.
She was a pale beauty, her tanned skin suffering from the amount of blood she had lost so recently. Feeding would do much to restore her color, restore it to that healthy flush of when she had first awakened. It would take weeks for the tan to fade away completely. Silmeria would be sun kissed for a while yet. Even once she became pale like his people, Silmeria would still be stunning.
Silmeria surely felt Brahms' eye upon her. It was clear she was making an effort not to look at him, leaning against the wall furthest from the door. Her arms were crossed over her chest, bearing marks from Hrist's sword. A shiver went though him, Brahms recalling how he had used his tongue to clean those cuts while they had still been bleeding. She has gasped at the first touch of his tongue, but ultimately Silmeria had held still for his treatment. Brahms hoped she'd be as easy to manage when it came to feeding for a struggle would do neither of them any good.
"My Lord?" Vandimeer's voice from besides him did not draw the vampire king's attention away from Silmeria. But Brahms spoke, voice a curt command.
"Gideon is up on the northern ramparts. I would have you join him there."
"At once." Vandimeer acknowledged with a slight bow. Brahms felt the power gather, the dark haired vampire teleporting away before he had straightened from his bow. Brahms made sure to ease the door close behind him, the soft click of the lock engaging seeming to make Silmeria flinch in response. But she still wouldn't look at him. Brahms wondered if it was a coping mechanism of hers, or if it was an attempt to deny what was about to happen between them.
Whatever the case, it frustrated Brahms. He wanted, NEEDED to see her eyes. Wanted to gaze into their beautiful blue color one last time. To memorize everything about them before they changed forever. Her feeding would turn them crimson, as though staining them with the blood she would take into her body. It would still be Silmeria, no matter what color her eyes were, but the change was something that marked his people as vampires.
Of all the changes of the vampires, the eyes were the ones that prevented them from being able to walk as normal people. Vampires could control the length of their fangs, shift their claws into nails. But never could they fix their eyes.
"Silmeria..."
"I can hear the fighting has stopped." She interrupted him, giving an offhand gesture to the room's window. "Is it really over or...?"
"It's not over." Brahms told her. "Both sides have merely agreed to a temporary cease fire in order to tend to their dead." That hand of hers resumed it's place over her chest, Silmeria gripping her arms with her claws. The way she was hunching over, it gave Brahms the impression it was from hunger. The pain of it that fierce. He immediately began walking towards her, concern for her in his every thought and action.
"What happens after?" Silmeria asked, her claws seeming to dig in harder into her skin. "Will the Valkyrie and their einherjar be allowed to leave the island?"
"That is entirely up to them." Brahms said. "I've given them a reprieve from the fighting. A chance to leave the island. It is up to them whether or not they take it. But Silmeria? If they remain and try to resume the fight tomorrow night, we vampires WILL finish them."
Was that a shudder that shook through Silmeria's body? And did it have to do with Brahms words, or more to do with her hunger? It could even be both, Silmeria battling her appetites, and fear for her former people.
"It has gone badly for the Valkyries hasn't it?" Silmeria asked. Her head was lifting at his approach, Brahms being blessed with the beautiful blue color of her eyes.
"Yes." He nodded, holding her gaze with his own crimson colored one. "The Valkyrie and their einherjar were many, but this is our home. The only one we vampires have at the moment. Is it any wonder we fought harder than ever to defend it?"
"No...it makes sense...It is as you say. Your home. Who else would know the lay of the land better, than those who live on this island."
"It's your home too now." Brahms pointed out. But he didn't smile, well aware she might reject him and the home he offered her. Indeed Silmeria made no comment on that, just turning away from him to step closer to the window. "Someday...I'd like to take you on a tour of the island..."
"Did you see to my sister and her einherjar's safe passage?" Silmeria abruptly switched topics. So fast, Brahms blinked in surprise.
"Yes. I've had Gideon spread the word. Out of all the remaining Valkyrie and einherjar, those two are not to be touched. No matter what happens tomorrow night, those two will be left alone. It is up to them what they do from there."
"And if my sister refuses to abandon me to my fate?" Silmeria inquired.
"You know what will be done." Brahms told her. Her shoulders seemed to stiffen, he could feel the agitation that stirred in his bride at those words. "Silmeria please...for one night do not worry about Hrist."
"What would you have me do instead?" Silmeria demanded. "Think only of myself?"
"You can't keep worrying about your sisters. Not all the time at least. You've taken a big step tonight, in acknowledging that you want to live. Now is the time to do more than acknowledge it, to actively do what is needed to keep yourself healthy and whole." He paused, hating to ask, but needed to know. "Or are you already regretting not laying down your life to Hrist's sword?"
"No." Silmeria shook her head, her blond hair caressing over her back. "I don't regret the realization I have had. But, it's not an easy thing to know my sisters won't be happy with my choice. That they would actively seek to bring an end to me, even now that I've decided I want to live!"
"They are ignorant." Silmeria made a protesting sound at that, but Brahms spoke over her. "They like so many others have been blinded by Odin's lies. They would condemn you for what you've become. Damn you as thoroughly as Odin has damned the vampires. They believe you, and me, to be soulless monsters. But we are just a people, an existence gifted in many ways, cursed in others. My vampires merely want a place to exist, to live without threat to their lives."
"But you...we...are unnatural beings. Not created by the Gods." Silmeria whispered.
Brahms almost laughed then. She couldn't be farther off from the truth then if Silmeria had purposefully tried. But then he couldn't blame her. Few if any people could imagine the truth behind the vampires' origins. But it was a story Odin did his best to keep hidden, a story that not even a handful of people knew the truth behind. It was a story Brahms himself hadn't spoken of in a millennia, the vampire Lord keeping it his private burden.
Of course, in the beginning, Brahms HAD tried to tell people. But few if any had been willing to believe, and Odin quickly killed off any who had heard the story, regardless of their belief. If Odin had his way, the god would have the true origins of the vampires die with Brahms and Hel. He'd bury them, just as surely as he buried the truths and reasons behind the war.
The memories were heavy on his mind tonight. It was as though they were stirred by the fact he was about to feed his bride, and through that feeding reveal to her his past. There would be no avoiding it. Once Silmeria had enough of Brahms' blood in her, she would pick up on his past experiences. She would see his life, see him for what he was, both good and bad. It was actually unnerving to think he was about to expose himself so thoroughly to her. And yet he wanted that connection.
"Silmeria...you are wrong in your assumptions." Brahms said to her. Silmeria turned slowly to look at him, blue eyes full of doubts. But amidst the uncertainty, he could see how hungry she was. "It is no fault of your own. Odin has kept you, kept everyone ignorant of the truth."
"There you go again." Her tone came out fierce, Silmeria glaring at him. "Making claims that Odin has lied to us Valkyries."
"He has." Brahms insisted. "And in ways I doubt you could imagine. Your world is about to change. Everything you knew, everything you believed in? It's going to be turned upside down."
"Because I'm about to feed?" He was glad Silmeria didn't try to deny what was about to happen. It just proved she was ready, actually accepting this aspect of her life.
"Because of that and more. Do you remember what I told you about there being memory in the blood?" Silmeria nodded. "When you feed, the memories will come. You will see things you never imagined, never though possible. You will learn the truth, the very foundation of your world shattering apart. This is no easy thing I offer you. You will put an end to your hunger, but open up new doors. The information you gain, it's enough to make Odin want to kill over."
"Odin would already have me dead." Silmeria pointed out. "There's nothing that can change that."
"You're right about that." Agreed Brahms. He reached for her hands, feeling Silmeria stiffen in response to that unasked for touch. "There's no doubt in my mind that the invasion force was so large because Odin feared you already knew about him."
"I'm not yet ready to believe in this truth you claim to have." Silmeria told him.
"But believe in it you must." Brahms insisted. "You won't be able to deny my memories."
She fixed him with a look then. "We shall see about that."
"You are confidant." He said approvingly. "That will serve you well."
She let out a shaky breath. "I don't feel very confidant in the moment." Silmeria admitted.
Brahms gave her a serious look. "Are you frightened?" It was enough that she hesitated, letting him know Silmeria was indeed afraid of what was about to happen. "Don't be. You can't hurt me."
"Are you so sure about that?" Silmeria asked. "I mean...I'm so hungry...hungrier than I can ever recall being...what if your blood isn't enough? What if I need more? What if it's too late, and I'm already on my way to becoming a revenant?"
"Silmeria, fear not." Brahms was caressing his thumbs over the pulse points in her wrists. "That you can still think of these concerns, it shows your mind is still your own."
"It doesn't make them any less valid!" She protested. He lifted her hands to his face, teasingly running his fangs over one finger. She seemed to shudder in response, her blue eyes riveted on the sight of his teeth on her skin. "Trying to distract me from my worries does not inspire any confidence..."
"You need to trust me..."
"I don't know if I can!" A terse admittance, but her eyes were still staring at his mouth.
"Do you trust me enough to feed you?" He asked, more curious than anything else.
Again she hesitated. "It's not that I trust you..." He had to fight not to prick her finger open for even one drop of blood. Not when she was starving so badly. "It's more I don't trust myself to feed on anyone else." Her eyes lowered, Silmeria ashamed. It left Brahms with the realization that the only reason she was allowing him to feed her, was that Silmeria feared draining anyone else to death.
"Fear not." Brahms said out loud, lowering her hands. "I am more than capable of satisfying ALL your appetites." Her gaze jerked up at that, the blue flashing with annoyance. Silmeria had caught the insinuation in his promise. She didn't like it, but Brahms was already turning from her. But he didn't let go of her hand, using his grip on her wrist to urge her to follow him over to a chair.
Silmeria's steps were reluctant, the girl trailing uncertainly in his wake. Brahms would sit down, her right wrist still captive in his massive grip. Brahms wanted to pull Silmeria down onto his lap, but somehow he restrained that impulse. Instead he fixed her with a serious look, ignoring the way his heart seemed to quicken it's tempo. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." Silmeria said, still resisting when he pulled her closer. She wouldn't go down on his lap, the former Valkyrie actually putting a hand out to stop herself from falling. That hand of hers would land on Brahms' chest, the skin there exposed by the open sides of his vest. The touch was an electric feeling, both vampires gasping. Silmeria's eyes went wider, she was staring at were her hand was now. Her body was positioned between Brahms' spread legs, and all she needed to do was bend forward slightly to bite him.
But Silmeria wasn't taking that final step, instead just standing there. Through the wrist he held, Brahms could feel the tension in her arm, Silmeria still holding herself so stiff. He studied her as she stared at him, her hand frozen on his chest. A full minute would go by, his heart beat seeming to ring in his ears.
"What's wrong?" Brahms asked softly. Silmeria just shook her head no, not saying anything. "Come now. You can't actually hurt me. It will be fine." That hand of hers was holding her back, keeping Brahms from plastering her against his body. Silmeria's fangs had lengthened, the lower tips pressing into her pouty bottom lip. It was a sensual sight, the white fangs on top of the reddish pink lips.
She was on the verge, so close to feeding and yet still holding back. Silmeria had gone as still as a statue, refusing to do anything, let alone feed. "Silmeria?"
"I...I can't..." She finally whispered.
"You can." He insisted.
"No...it's not as easy as I thought it would be."
"Nothing is ever as easy." He teased, and raised her right hand towards his neck. Brahms knew what he had to do, the thing needed to give Silmeria that final irresistible push towards feeding. He place her hand against his neck, and using her own claws, began to slice open his skin. He never broke eye contact with her as he did this, Brahms watching as Silmeria's eyes widened. He even saw the gasp that escaped her, felt the trembles that started in her arm. And then Silmeria's eyes closed, the blood welling out of him.
But try as she might to block out the fact that Brahms was bleeding, Silmeria couldn't. Her nostrils flared, showing she had scented the blood. A low voiced growl rumbled out of her, Brahms no longer needed to hold her hand. Instead Silmeria fingered the blood, getting her fingers thoroughly coated with it before bringing them to her lips. Her tongue snaked out, the vampire tasting blood for the first time. She moaned, and her eyes opened. But it was not Brahms' face she looked out, Silmeria instead staring at his neck.
Brahms stared transfixed at the way Silmeria deftly cleaned the blood off her fingers. The hand on his chest moved, sliding over muscles in it's travel towards his throat. And when it reached it's destination, her claws began to dig into the cut, to quicken the blood flow. Brahms let out a hiss, cautioning her. "Your fangs Silmeria. Use your fangs!"
She seemed to nod in understanding, placing her right hand on his shoulder. The left hand continue to play with the blood, smearing it across his skin. Silmeria would bend over him, Brahms moaning when he felt her tongue press against the cut. She'd lick at the bleeding wound, tongue washing over every inch of it, and it was all Brahms could do not to snarl.
"Fangs!" He said, his hand fisting in the back of her hair. He heard Silmeria snarl, her eyes wild in the moment. But he forced her to look at him, the grip on her hair a controlling one. "Feed with your fangs..."
Was that a petulant pout that crossed her lips? It flashed by so quickly, Silmeria hissing as Brahms released his hold on her hair. The instant she was free, Silmeria went for his neck, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of his pulse point. He shuddered, his hands going to grip Silmeria's waist. She'd hiss in warning, assuming Brahms was trying to pull her away. But he wasn't, Brahms merely gripping her closer to him.
His heart beat was thundering in his ears, his pulse rocketing faster. Her teeth continued to caress over his skin, Silmeria not yet biting down. He tried not to tense in anticipation, for that would only make her bite hurt. And yet Brahms couldn't quite control his reaction, his excitement coming off him in waves. One last scrape of her teeth, and then he felt the pointed tips pushing into his skin.
It was an uncertain bite, not that pleasurable compared to a sure one. And still Brahms moaned, his grip on Silmeria's waist turning bruising. "Harder!" He gritted out, commanding her. "Bite down with all you've got."
It didn't take much more than that to get Silmeria to do as he wanted. She instantly clamped down, her fangs sinking beneath his skin. He felt the pull on his vein, Silmeria quickly figuring out how to draw the blood out of him in large mouthfuls. And with that pull, the pleasure came, Brahms moaning. His own eyes closed, Brahms whispering her name. "Silmeria!"
She actually purred, reveling in feeding from him. Her hands were moving, one in his hair, smoothing back the spiky tips of his long, dark mane. The other hand was caressing up and down his muscled arm, her claws teasing over his bare skin. Brahms found he could not be still, trembling in reaction. It was a struggle to behave, to keep his hands in place around her slim waist. He wanted so badly to touch her, to return Silmeria's caresses.
And then she bent a leg, her knee pressing against his groin as Silmeria pressed more insistently against him. That knee of hers ground against his groin, his own sex reacting. What blood Silmeria didn't take, quickly went to his groin, his cock lengthening, becoming stiff. Brahms found himself pushing back against her knee, grinding with her to increase his immense pleasure.
His claws were tearing open the sides of her dress, digging holes into the fabric from how hard he gripped her. Brahms wouldn't be surprised if he bled her, but Silmeria did not notice, too taken with the taste of his blood. Silmeria continued to purr, drawing harder on his vein. A few more pulls, and she would have to stop. And yet he didn't want her to, Brahms moaning, wishing she would put her hands elsewhere on his body. And then he was acting, grabbing her by the wrists. She growled a warning but did not fight him, Brahms forcing Silmeria to slide her hands down his waist.
He was concentrating so hard on making her go lower, that Brahms nearly missed it when the lightheaded feeling began to overtake him. He opened his eyes, noticing the room seem to be spinning. That was the signal to stop, Brahms reluctantly letting go of Silmeria's hands. But she didn't stop touching him, actually pawing at his body. His words came out a strangled moan, Brahms reaching for her shoulders.
"Enough Silmeria...enough..."
She didn't immediately pull back, greedily trying for another mouthful. Brahms would start to ease her back carefully so that her fangs didn't tear out of his skin. Silmeria made a whining sound, eyes still fixed on the bleeding puncture wounds. There was more to do, more to teach her, but he had a feeling she hadn't yet recovered enough to lick his wound close. So he kept her at a distance, Brahms looking over her body to make sure her wounds had sealed seamlessly shut. He couldn't help noticing other things about her, the way her own arousal and satisfaction came off of Silmeria.
Her eyes were glazed over, not yet changed completely. But there was already flecks of crimson amidst the blue. Her lips were a dark red, and Brahms wanted nothing more than to kiss them with the pretext of licking them clean.
Silmeria's body was still trembling, and her breath was coming out faster. She kept looking at his neck, as though she would fall upon him the first chance he gave her. Even worse, he wanted to give her that chance. Wanted to experience the pleasure of her bite once more. If it was half as arousing for her as it had been for him, no wonder Silmeria was having a hard time staying away from his neck.
His eyes did another quick once over of her body, noting the way her nipples had stiffened against the fabric of her dress. Brahms almost smiled then, taking it as a sign that yes, his bride had enjoyed her first feeding after all. The only thing that could make the occasion even more memorable would be if they were to make love. But Brahms had a feeling that for all of Silmeria's arousal, she was not yet ready for that kind of outlet to channel that pleasure into.
Somehow, Brahms regain his ability to speak. His voice came out hoarse as he questioned her softly. "How do you feel?"
A quick blinking of Silmeria's eyes, the girl still looking so dazed. "I...I..."
Brahms wasn't sure what he expected. It had been ages since he had last fed someone personally. Silmeria herself looked overwhelmed, expression startled as she glanced once more at his neck. Her tongue came out, licking over her bloody lips. She seemed shocked by the taste, and quickly brought her hands to cover her face. A moan followed that covering, her shoulders starting to shake. It left him concern, Brahms finding the strength to rise out of his seat.
"Silmeria?"
She didn't try to avoid him when he put his arms around her. Silmeria actually let Brahms embrace her, leaning her body against his as she shook. Even in his concern for her, he savored the feel of his unresisting bride, Brahms letting his fingers tangle in the end of her blonde hair. She continued to shake, and it was then he realized she was CRYING.
"Silmeria..." He started to make a soothing sound, but she began to speak.
"I didn't think it would feel so good." She whispered from behind her hands. "Didn't think blood would taste like that..." He said nothing, not even asking how she could not have some notion, after the way she had hungered after any blood spilt around her. "Why was it so good...why is everything about this so damn good?" Silmeria continued to speak, but didn't appear to be waiting for answers to those questions. "No wonder you...we vampires are so dangerous." She concluded. "It's impossible to resist such pleasure."
"Not impossible, just difficult." Brahms told her. She shifted in his arm, lowering her hands so that Silmeria could peer up nervously at him. He noted with some pleasure that the color was returning to her face, Silmeria no longer so pale. "You will have to learn, to master over your darker impulses. It will take time, but you will overcome them. You won't be ruled by the blood, by your hunger for it."
"Until that time I am a danger, aren't I?" Silmeria asked.
"A danger only if you feed on mortals." Brahms corrected. "Until that time, it will be best if I see to your feedings."
She made a face then, showing she wasn't entirely pleased with that thought. "Somehow that might be more dangerous..."
"Why?" He asked, then challenged her. "Because of the intimacy it gives us? If anything, it's because of that intimacy that I should be the one to continue to feed you. It would be intolerable to see my bride seek sustenance from another vampire."
Naturally she chose to ignore the feelings he revealed to her, instead asking him a different question. "Your bride...you keeping calling me that. It gives me the feeling it means more than what it does to the humans...as though it inspires a closer bond than that of husband and wife."
"It does." Brahms was pleased by her observation. "You are my everything now. You've been mine since I turned you...no...you've been mine since I first held your life in my hand and let you go."
"I don't belong to you." Now she was angry, Silmeria trying to pull out of his embrace.
"Don't you?" Brahms tightened his hold on her, possessive and showing she still lacked the strength to get away from him.
"I don't!" Silmeria insisted.
"Even if we didn't have that connection, you'd still be mine. I am ruler of the vampires...a people you are now a part of." Brahms smirked. "Every last one of them owes their allegiance, their very existence to me."
"What do you mean by that? Their existence?" Silmeria demanded. "Surely you couldn't have turned every vampire!"
"I may not personally have been the one to deliver the bite that changed them...but as you will soon see, I did have a hand in their fate." Brahms told her, watching her eyes widen. "Search your memories Silmeria. Try to make sense of the things my blood has told you."
"I..." She hesitated, and shook her head. "I can't..."
"You can't or you won't?" Brahms asked, the abruptly let her go. "No matter. The memories will come. Either you embrace them willingly, or they will overtake you in your dreams. You cannot avoid them, any more than you could avoid ME."
Silmeria was unsettled by that, stepping back from him. Her arms were hugging around her chest, her eyes wide as she stared at him. He hadn't said that to scare her. Brahms was simply speaking unavoidable fact. His blood was in Silmeria now. The memories would come. How she dealt with the onslaught of them would be up to her. Would Silmeria continue to deny the truth, to hide from the fact that Odin was not the hero she imagined him to be? Brahms did not know. She might even disappoint him with her reactions to what she learned. But the knowledge would be shared, the truth out there, casting doubt every time she thought of Odin and the things that he did. It would be like an infection, worming it's way into everything. The truth wouldn't care about sparing Silmeria, it wouldn't try to hold together her weakening perceptions of Odin. It would simply come to her, and there was nothing Silmeria could do now to stop it.
So...I slept on it, and then the chapter still bugged me, especially the ending. Cause I realized I set myself up for something...I mean if she went into convulsions from drinking his blood this time, wouldn't it stand to reason she'd do so every time? So I changed it. And I feel much better for the change!
To Be Continued!
Michelle
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