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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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It had been with great reluctance that Brahms had forced himself to stop touching Silmeria. It was with that same reluctance, that the vampire had also stepped away from her. But it had needed to be done, Brahms sensing Silmeria could only tolerate so much of his closeness before she erupted into violence once more. Brahms could handle any attacks that she aimed his way. The room however, could not. Already the bedroom was in shambles, furniture knocked over, some broken during their earlier fight.
There was a dent in one wall, plaster splintered apart from the force of Silmeria's impact. He'd see to it's fixing later, perhaps have a large picture hung directly over the injured part of the wall. There were other things that needed to be fixed, though Brahms thought it might be better to wait until Silmeria learned to calm her temper some. Otherwise it would get costly, constantly replacing the furniture they destroyed during their fights.
Her attack had not been wholly unexpected, though there was aspects of the fight that had taken him by surprise. Brahms had expected Silmeria to be angry, about the way he had stolen her, and forced the vampire transformation upon her. He expected and was ready to tolerate the coming days, ready to wait out her anger as she moved into a period of accepting her new destiny.
But what he hadn't expected was the strength and speed she had exhibited during the fight. Silmeria had been fast, moving with the effortless ease of a much older vampire. She hadn't even needed to think about what she was doing, Silmeria reacting on pure instinct during the fight. She hadn't come close to besting Brahms, but he had had to exert more strength than he cared to admit in order to gain control of her without hurting Silmeria in the process.
The fight left him with much to think about. It wasn't that something had gone wrong with Silmeria's transformation. Not exactly. But there was factors to consider, the least of which being she was the first Valkyrie to ever be made into a vampire. Normally his kind enjoyed the taste of Valkyrie blood too much to do anything but drain every drop. Brahms himself had had difficulty in resisting the call of her blood, though he had miraculously managed to stop just short of killing her dead.
It was only that desperate love he had for Silmeria that had allowed Brahms the restraint to stop from consuming all of her blood. If the Valkyrie in his arms had been anyone else, he wouldn't have been able to stop in time. Nor would he have wanted to. Even now he remembered the pleasure that had gone through him as he drank Silmeria down, the sweetly addicting taste of her blood. It drew his eyes to her neck which was partially covered by strands of her hair. His fangs lengthened in his mouth, Brahms wondering just what Silmeria would taste like now. Would she be even half as sweet as a vampire, as she had been as a Valkyrie?
"Don't look at me that way." Silmeria's voice was an angry growl that drew his eyes up to her gaze. The vivid blue was threatening, the former battle maiden glaring at him. She had surely seen the way he had been looking at her neck, and it wasn't pleasure she felt at his interest. Brahms could have blushed in response to her anger, knowing he had done yet another thing to displease her. What's worse, he had been staring at her, with a hunger that had nothing to do with her as a woman and everything to do with the blood that warmed her veins.
Honestly, it was as though he had reverted to a fledgling, unable to control his base instincts to feed. Another vampiress would have laughed, would have felt flattered and teased him for his interest. He wouldn't have felt any great depth of embarrassment, if the neck he had so admired had belonged to a vampiress who returned his yearning.
He hoped that someday soon Silmeria would want him, both his body and his blood, just as badly as he wanted her. But that day was not yet upon them, even if an hour earlier Silmeria had nearly taken his neck. His gaze heated as he remembered that seductive moment on the bed, Silmeria rising up off the mattress to wrap an arm around him. She had been so close, so damn close to taking the first step towards accepting what she had become. But then something had stopped her, the blood's seductive spell losing it's hold on her, allowing horror to manifest in it's place.
His neck still bore the scratches she had given him, though they had long since stopped bleeding. But the blood remained, drying in place on his skin. Silmeria was disturbed by the blood. She had gone so far as to demand he wash up, as if that would free her from the compulsion to feed. He hadn't humored her demand, Brahms leaving the blood stains on his skin all to further tempt her towards a feeding.
Silmeria was showing remarkable restraint, somehow managing not to stare at his neck. But the way she went to great lengths to avoid looking at the blood let Brahms know just how affected she truly was by it's presence. She was hungry, and it was a hunger that would only grow worse the longer she denied herself. Brahms didn't want her to go through the suffering of starvation, but there was little he could do to force her to feed. He could as her sire, use a compulsion to take over her mind but Brahms knew it would only make Silmeria hate him. She needed to drink the blood of her own free will, or else she would never come to accept her new life with him.
He couldn't compel her, but he could tempt her in different ways. That included stepping in close to her, allowing Silmeria to better scent the blood on his skin. Alarm flared in her eyes, Silmeria taking a step back from him. But not before her eyes had narrowed in on his neck, the tip of her tongue touching her bottom lip in longing reaction to the blood she saw there.
Brahms would outwardly pretend not to notice the reaction she had had. It would keep her anger down, might lull her into relaxing one step closer to feeding. She couldn't know what he was attempting, and yet Silmeria darted to the left of him. She fled to the other side of the bedroom, as if distance could help ease her hunger pangs. Brahms knew no matter how far she tried to run, the hunger would never leave her. Not until she sunk her fangs into a vein of whatever creature she could find. In the end, it would not matter if her prey was mortal, vampire, or Valkyrie. She would feed.
He intended to be there when she did. But he didn't want to just witness her first feeding, Brahms wanted to be a part of it. He'd gladly offer up some of his potently powerful blood, knowing the feeding would only strengthen intimacy between them. To be fed on was a pleasurable thing, provided you didn't struggle against it.
Running his tongue over his fang's tips, he turned not to Silmeria, but to an overturned chair. He'd effortlessly right it, then take a seat on it's cushions before looking at Silmeria. His eyes devoured everything about her, from the blood on her dress, to her wild and uncombed hair. He especially liked looking at her mouth, where the barest hint of fangs were revealed over her lips. Silmeria hadn't yet learned how to hide her fangs when she spoke, and thus with every word, every expression, her fangs were revealed to him.
Silmeria would have had a fit if she had known just what she was showing him. Silmeria was full of loathing, despising every aspect of her vampiric nature. Especially that which gave away what she was now, like the claws on her fingers. Those long, deadly sharp claws were being run over the front of her dress' skirt, the repetitive motion a clear sign of her agitation. That the claws hadn't reverted back so that her hands looked normal, was another sign of how upset Silmeria was. Brahms knew if she would only take a moment to center herself, and find a way to calm down, she could regain control over her hands' appearance.
The fangs however, were something that would take time for her to learn how to control. Even Brahms sometimes had difficulty, when an especially potent emotion took him over. The fact that his fangs were constantly lengthening around Silmeria, was merely proof of just how she affected him. For good and for bad. His fangs lengthened for several reasons, the chief most being hunger and arousal. And around Silmeria he felt both, heat scorching his gaze every time he glanced her way.
He didn't fool himself into thinking Silmeria was experiencing desire towards him. Not this early in their courtship. If her fangs were lengthening beyond her control, it had simply to do with the hunger she continued to deny. But someday Brahms hoped Silmeria would look upon him, and feel just as strong a desire as he did for her. Sometimes Brahms worried about how strong his feelings already were for Silmeria. How much worse would they become as his bond with Silmeria deepened? If there was one thing that was new territory for Brahms, it was the unfamiliar feelings of love he now felt.
That love did not make him careless, though it did make him feel a bit unsteady. In all of the millennia he had existed for, love was the one thing he had never had. It was also something he hadn't realized he was missing in his life, not until he had found Silmeria, and grown to want her. Want her so badly it actually hurt. That hurting was lessened now that Brahms had Silmeria in his possession, though the flames of desire had not cooled one iota. If anything they were fanned by her transformation, Brahms eager to groom her into the perfect Queen to rule by his side.
Silmeria wouldn't fall into her role as Queen of the Vampires overnight. She needed time, both to accept what she was, and to ingratiate herself among their people. Brahms knew it wouldn't be easy. Silmeria was her own worse enemy when it came to accepting her nature, and she had done much to the undead during her tenure as Valkyrie. Brahms would face opposition not only from Silmeria, but from the undead as well.
It was yet one more reason he was loathe to introduce Silmeria to vampire society. Though his prime reason was motivated by pure selfishness. He didn't want to share Silmeria with anyone. Not while this love was so new to him, Brahms wanting to savor every experience they could have together. He told himself that it was concern for both Silmeria and his people, that he kept her captive in this room. But in truth he just didn't want anyone else to monopolize Silmeria's attention.
Perhaps it was dirty, to try and force a bond between them this way. But Brahms felt certain that without his pushing Silmeria, the girl would never, ever give him a chance to woo her. And all because of what they had been born as, Valkyrie and Vampire, the two immortal enemies. Brahms thought destiny surely had an ironic sense of humor to make the two soul mates. It was humor he did not share, Brahms remembering how close he had come to ending Silmeria's life that first meeting between them.
It might have saved them both a lot of pain and heartbreak if one of them had died that day. But then, Brahms would have never known that such an exhilarating feeling could exist, that his heart could beat for something other than battle. Knowing what he knew now, how could Brahms be anything but indebted to the Valkyrie Hrist, whose arrow had prevented him from killing Silmeria?
He found himself wanting to smile, and did not fight the curving of his lips. Silmeria looked at that expression of mirth with suspicion. It was clear she didn't trust anything that gave Brahms pleasure, no matter what that something could be. But she didn't break her silence to question him. It seemed Silmeria was determined to ignore him as best she could, even as it was blatant that the girl was keeping a close eye on Brahms to ward off any approach of his.
Brahms could play the silence game just as well as Silmeria. Play it and win if he so chose. But he found himself wanting to break the silence, wanting to hear Silmeria's voice even if all she spewed was threats and insults.
Completely relaxed in his chair, Brahms did a slow once over of Silmeria's body. Those clawed hands of hers clenched into fists. She did not like how blatantly he looked at her. But he did not linger inappropriately on her body, not even on her beasts which still held some dried splatters of blood on them. He ignored the quickening of his pulse, and forced himself to meet her angry gaze. She seemed even more hostile now, glaring at him.
"You must have many questions." Brahms said, giving her an invitation to pick and pry at his vast wealth of knowledge. She had to learn about being a vampire eventually, and what better teacher could she have than the King of the vampires? But Silmeria wasn't seizing on the opening he gave her, continuing to glare at him. He didn't let her angry look affect him. "I'm sure there is much you do not know about the vampires."
"I know plenty." Silmeria interrupted him. He didn't quite laugh, the sound more rude snort than anything.
"Ah. You know how to hunt and kill vampires." Brahms corrected gently. "But what do you know about our culture, our way of life?" She seemed to be hesitating, as though Silmeria was considering all the tales she had heard of the vampires, all the knowledge she had gained first and second hand. "You've only experienced the side Odin would have you see."
"And what side is that?" She demanded.
"That of the enemy." Brahms said plainly. "Silmeria, you've only known vampires through this endless war. Before me, you've never had the chance to speak with one. Never had the chance to look upon one with anything but hatred and contempt, maybe even fear."
"Valkyries do not fear your kind!" She interrupted with a haughty toss of her head. He didn't bother to correct her that she was Valkyrie no more, instead choosing to walk Silmeria into a trap of her own making.
"Then you won't be afraid to get to know my people." That had Silmeria blinking rapidly in response. It didn't hide the startled look in her eyes, Brahms wanting to chuckle in response to it. "I can guarantee we will surprise you. We are not the monsters Odin paints us to be. Not completely."
"You drink blood." She pointed out, and Brahms nodded.
"That we do. But what race in all of Creation doesn't exist by feeding off another?" Her brow furrowed, Silmeria disturbed by that. "It is the cycle of life, one being giving up it's essence so that another can survive."
"But no one feeds off of the vampires." Silmeria protested, as though she had found a surefire fault in his line of reasoning.
"Except other vampires." Brahms retorted. "It is not as...nourishing as feeding off of a mortal, but on occasion..." A shrug of his shoulders then. "We do what we must in order to survive. Just as any race does."
"It's barbaric!" She said after a pause.
"Is it any more barbaric than slitting a cow's throat, and eating the meat off it's bones?" questioned Brahms. "Or is it the drinking blood aspect you find so disgusting? Unlike the mortals with their cattle, we don't have to drain a donor of all their blood."
"You don't?"
"We don't." He assured her. "There are many factors, many dependent on the age of the vampire in question. You'll find the older the vampire, the less he needs to drink. Whereas a fledgling..." A pointed look was directed her way, a reminder of what she now was. "Will find the thirst upon them often. It is often the fledgling who have the lack of control needed to not kill the donor."
"But I have seen your kind feed! I've seen the vampires kill, drink their victims to death!" Silmeria protested.
"I can guarantee you that was predominantly on the battlefield." Brahms told her. "War brings out the worst in all races, and we vampires make use of what is available to us." He purposefully flashed his fangs then. "Our fangs and our claws are potent weapons, and the blood of our enemies invigorate us. Just as the Valkyrie and einherjar strive to kill every last vampire they come across, we too attempt to do the same to them."
"But a Valkyrie would gain no advantage off of feeding off a vampire!" Silmeria was quick to point out.
"It is perhaps unfair until you realize the Valkyrie are minor deities in their own right. Little Goddesses fighting a war on Odin's behalf, working to exterminate my people."
"We fight to protect the realms from your kind!" Silmeria lifted her chin. "If we did not stand against you, who would?"
"If it was not for Odin, we would have little reason to war." Brahms countered. A frown flickered across her lips, Silmeria troubled by his statement. Do you not even know who started this war? Who continues to keep it going, century after century?"
"The vampires of course." But Silmeria sounded uncertain then. He thought that good if he was able to cast doubts on what she had thought as absolute truth. "If we do not stop you, your kind will run rampant on the nine realms..."
"Is that what Odin tells you? Is that the lies he feeds his soldiers?" Brahms scowled then. "Silmeria, we merely wish to be left alone. To have that chance at life that the other beings in creation have already been given." She was shaking her head no, a doubting look on her face. "Odin would take that chance from us, would see us all dead. Even worse, he distorts the truth, twists his lies so that my people appear as nothing but villains and monsters to the rest of Creation!" His own hands had formed fists, Brahms pounding one on the arm rest of the chair.
"Why?" Silmeria asked in a shaky tone of voice. "Why would Odin ever need to lie about your kind?"
"Because he hates me." Brahms answered in a cold and dispassionate tone of voice. Silmeria's eyes did a slight widening, registering her surprise at his claim. Brahms gave credit where it was due, watching as Silmeria pulled herself together.
"And you are surprised?" She asked. "After all that the vampires and undead have done...?"
"Anything my vampires have done, has purely been in reaction to Odin's misdeeds!" Brahms snapped. "He has persecuted my race, damned our existence, and denied our souls both the peace of the heavens and of the underworld. We'll know no rest so long as he lives..."
"ENOUGH!" Her shout was sudden, but not entirely unexpected, given the way her rage had crossed over her features. "I will not stand here and listen to any more of these...these lies of yours!"
"They are not lies." His voice was low, quiet but no less angry than hers. He didn't mean to be angry at Silmeria, but the rage was building, a millennia of misdeeds performed by her King towards Brahms' kind festering within him. He felt the resentment of his people, the anger they harbored, the indignities they had suffered after hundred of thousands of years of oppression and degradation.
"They have to be." Silmeria's insistence was telling. There wasn't much, but there was an uncertain tremble to her voice that gave Brahms hope that he had unsettled her. Unsettled her enough to build upon any doubts she might have had, Brahms pushing and prodding her towards the truth. The real reasons behind the vampires and Asgardians' war.
"They have to be." Silmeria insisted, bringing her hands up to hug her arms. But then she saw her claws, and her expression hardened, Silmeria dropping them away from her body. "Odin would not fight a war unless he had reason to. A reason the vampires and undead give him. He is attempting to do good, righting the wrongs of an existence that includes the undead." She trailed off at Brahms sudden snort, the vampire King letting out bitter laughter.
"Odin has never done anything for the good of anyone but himself."
"You're wrong about that..." She protested
"Am I?" Brahms challenged. "Then why does he continue to let the people of Midgard suffer? Why does he not end their pain and misery, cast away all that torments them? Instead he encourages them to war with each other, all to bolster his own armies up in the heavens with the soldiers who died in their battles. Hel! Why does he not allow anyone into the heavens, save for those who die as a warrior? Why does he deny paradise to so many? A paradise that was meant to be experienced by all who proved worthy?"
He could see Silmeria had no concrete answer for that, her mouth a disturbed frown. Relentless, Brahms continued. "Odin is a user and abuser, with no regards to those who can't further his own ambitions. He tolerates the mortals because they pay him homage, and give him strong warriors. Otherwise he would not give one whit towards who fed upon them!"
"N...no..." Another shake of her head, and then her expression hardened. "I do not know where this...this twisted belief comes from. Maybe it's born out of an existence that has extended for too long. Maybe you've lived long enough for your mind to grow addled, to distort the truth as you know it. But Odin? He is NONE of what you say! He is a kind and caring ruler, a merciful God that has been besieged for too long by the undead."
"He's never had a kind and caring bone in his body." Brahms retorted. "How old are you Silmeria? I suppose it matters not, you haven't lived anywhere as long as Odin and I have. Certainly you haven't lived long enough to become intimately familiar with the history between us, or the beats of this war. I dare say none of the Valkyrie that are still alive, are old enough to have walked among us during the first years of the war."
"Because they died fighting your kind!" Silmeria was quick to point out.
"Died in battle, or given away to marry and breed new warriors." Brahms told her. "Odin was always quick to utilize his tools, knowing the children of the retired Valkyries would produce the strongest soldiers for him to call upon. He cares not what happens to the Valkyries, so long as they can continue to be of use to him. If not in battle with a sword, than in bed on their backs!"
She moved with that preternatural speed, Silmeria's a blur that appeared right in front of his seat. Her arm was already lashing out, hand slapping him full on the cheek. Such was her strength, that his head turned to the side, pain ringing on his cheek. He tasted blood, Brahms realizing he had bit his tongue when Silmeria had slapped him.
"How dare you." She was hissing in a low tone, eyes brimming with anger.
"I dare plenty, though in this you know I speak the truth." Brahms caught her hand when Silmeria attempted to slap him a second time. Her lips drew back, fangs flashing as she snarled at him. He kept his expression as neutral as he could manage, given all the anger flashing in his eyes. "How many Valkyrie have you seen forced to a man's bed? Stripped of their divinity, and made into nothing more than a man's possession? How many have despaired at this fate, how many have preferred to die in battle rather than be given away like that?"
Some of Silmeria's anger had cooled, the girl looking shaken by whatever thoughts she was having. It made Brahms want to pull her down onto his lap so that he could wrap his arms around her in comfort. But Brahms knew she would go ballistic if he was to embrace her now. He softened his voice, trying for tender regret as he spoke. "I know it's not easy to hear. You don''t want to face that your King could be a manipulative lair, that he could have used everyone around him, especially the Valkyrie. But Silmeria, there is so much more you do not know...so much more to the story than what Odin would want you to know. Here is your chance to find out the truth...and make a decision on what is really right and wrong."
"As if I could believe anything you would tell me." Silmeria whispered, trying to pull her arm free of his grip.
"You're not ready to take my word for it, but there are other ways." Brahms saw the suspicion flare to life in her expression. He kept on holding her arm, but his other hand rose, claws extending. But he didn't reach out to Silmeria with them, instead running the tips of his claws over his throat. They cut into the grooves Silmeria had made with her claws earlier, and immediately blood began to well out of him.
Just as immediate was Silmeria's hungry look, her gaze fastening on his throat before she could stop herself. With his grip on her arm, Brahms began to draw her closer, guiding her between his spread legs. At first there was no resistance, Silmeria practically floating forward. But she didn't take that final step towards taking his neck, Brahms fingering the blood before bringing his wet fingertips towards her lips.
A gasp from her, the moment ruined as she tried to jerk back. "What are you doing?" She asked, tone alarmed. "I will not..."
"There is memory in the blood." Brahms told her. But he made no more effort to try and touch her lips with his fingertips. "Through feeding, I can share with you my memories."
"Share..." She repeated uncertainly. "You can do that...?"
"I can." He nodded. "Think of it Silmeria. With just a few mouthfuls of my blood, you can get the answers you so clearly need. You can learn for yourself the origins of the war, the truth behind Odin and ME." He made his tone seductive, as if that could will her towards drinking. "The truths you long for are yours for the taking. All you need do is drink from me..."
"And lose my soul in the process..." She whispered. But her eyes were once again riveted on his bleeding throat.
"Vampires are not soulless." Brahms corrected her gently. "We've merely been dealt a harsh hand by a God who hates what he cannot control." He was tugging her forward again, ready to take advantage of her distraction. She moved without protest, Silmeria actually licking her lips as she stared at the blood. Was she close to giving in? Would her desire for the truth bring her to take his neck? Brahms actually trembled in anticipation, letting his head fall back to offer up his throat to Silmeria. She seemed to shiver and shake in response to the sight of it, a helpless moan escaping her.
Triumph rocketed through him, Brahms certain he heard her surrender in that moan. He didn't dare speak though, not wanting to ruin the moment, and knowing almost anything would be enough to frighten her away from the feeding he offered. But still, Brahms closed his eyes, his trembles increasing as he felt Silmeria's breath on his skin. All too soon he would feel her fangs pierce his flesh, and already he was half hard with sexual arousal as he imagined how sweet feeding her would feel. He had to fight to keep from moaning her name, feeling as though this moment was suspended in eternity.
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To Be Continued...
Not too thrilled with this chapter...X_X And it's shorter than usual. Wait that's a lie. I like the first 10 KB of it! It's when they start talking that I hate it. X_X I also want to thank my friend Huntress for listening to me whine about this chapter. XD
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