I looked at the ashen, almost-corpse and didn’t trust it was even him. I didn’t want to let him bite me! I wanted to feed! I wanted to bite! He didn’t look appetising but perhaps I could squeeze a little from him!
I quickly realised I had become more animal than woman and when he looked up at me with black, desperate eyes weeping with dull-red tears, he pleaded, “I’ll die if you don’t give me some blood.”
Irked, though persuaded, I knelt down and looked away while he fed from me. The sounds of his feasting were vile and repulsive and even as he fed, I wanted to feed back.
“Not too much, Fabien!”
He growled and yanked himself off after a time.
“Ugh, disgusting. Look at me,” he complained, gesturing at his filthy body.
I looked up and he was entirely revived from just a short feed, though I was now feeling recklessly hungry. I wanted to pounce on him and drain him completely.
He was naked and I couldn’t help staring at the beauty before me. I saw towering shoulders and muscles that were cut into his body like Michelangelo had carved this man from white porcelain. He was hard and possessed so much body hair, his legs covered in forests I wanted wrapped around me. His nipples deep crimson, matching his mouth and his foreskin, I salivated.
All other thoughts left me.
“Fabien,” I gasped, “oh it’s been so long.”
“No time, my love.”
He transformed into a bat and smashed through the glass window and out into the night. As soon as he was gone, I realised I had no strength left to stand and I felt very heavy, and entirely numb. I looked down at my hands which were becoming black and gangrenous and I realised his feeding from me was now killing me! The anaesthetic of his venom had only dulled the feeling!
I was going to die!
I curled into a ball and rocked, willing death, or his return.
How many lives could I possibly lead? The daughter of a widower who fed fat, happy men meat and beer in an alehouse many years ago—to a modern lawyer and now this—a creature of the night.
I lost all consciousness and drifted into the depths of my own mind.
I was certain death was upon me.
FABIEN
AS I FLEW away, I had to fight the impulse to turn back and spend what were possibly her last minutes with her. I felt certain all was lost, all was dust and nothing. Her skin had shrivelled when I drank from her and she’d turned a lifeless, colourless mass. I had to do it, I told myself. Getting away to bring her some blood back was the only chance she had.
I flew quickly, finding a human wandering on the edge of the castle boundary. I fed from the man and flew off before he knew he had been bitten.
As I flew looking for the next feed, it suddenly hit me—someone had ventured to the boundary. Leticia was dead and the protection Valdoria had previously enjoyed—was gone.
Has Juniper killed Leticia? How could that be? I worried myself stupid as I flew around madly sniffing out another human to suck from. I needed a lot more blood but I didn’t want to kill!
Running out of time, I flew madly through the wood and found a herd of deer, asleep. Attacking them systematically, I left them all for dead and felt much revived.
After that, I whipped through the night air to get back to my love.
In the bedroom, I found her barely alive, her last breaths being breathed. The Change wouldn’t complete if she didn’t have more blood, otherwise her human body would die of the shock to the system.
“Feed, Juniper, feed as much as you need to.”
The animal taking over took my wrist and fed. When she had almost drained me, I carried her in my arms to one of the dungeons beneath ground and left her there to sleep, her body already reviving. She looked so utterly beautiful as she slept in my arms, I could hardly stand to leave her but I needed to feed again. I left her there, locked the door and took the key with me.
The castle empty, and Leticia gone, I knew something strange had taken place. I didn’t trust any of this but somehow I couldn’t feel Leticia’s presence anymore.
Meanwhile I went back out to hunt. I felt I could hunt all night. I had stores to replenish and hopefully a woman to love come the next day. I had to believe she would make it, because even if she were to become a vampire, she was still my love.
I’d do anything for her so for now, I had to push my impending death to the back of my mind. She could never know. Whatever time we had left, we would enjoy.
JUNIPER
I WANT BLOOD, was the first thing that came to mind even as I woke feeling clear and well-rested. It was pitch-black but I heard him beside me, purring in his sleep. How bizarre… he purrs? Then a sudden and shocking revelation hit me:
I’m now a vampire, too.
I knew already for one very simple reason: all I could think about was wanting blood. It was my waking thought, after all. I wanted blood first and then sex. Iron-rich blood. Preferably warm. Wet. Maybe from a male. Maybe female. It didn’t really matter. Was this the vampire life?
I realised as I shifted, we lay in a bed, though for part of the night I’d slept in a box or something of that sort of shape. I remembered him removing me from the box and transferring me to this bed with him at some point. I sensed velvet sheets covering us but only to hide our nakedness. We did not suffer the cold.
Beside me he was cold, as was I. It was stranger than strange. I put my hand to my heart and didn’t feel it beating.
I have no beating heart!
Even as I felt devastated by this notion, I knew I wasn’t completely heartless because I felt a sort of sadness at the loss of my former self. Would Jaimie still love me, like this? Would we ever be able to live a normal life, Fabien and I?
As tears began to form in my eyes, his arms tightened on me from behind and he said, “Don’t be sad, Juniper.”
“How do you know I am sad?”
“I hear your thoughts, dear one.”
“You do?”
“Umm, I do. In time, you may learn to read mine, too.”
“I might?”
“A vampire’s strength and capability grows over time.”
Strength to protect, to love, to be wiser?
“Where are we?” I asked him.
“My former chamber,” he said, “she kept it just as it was. We’re completely protected from daylight here so we may rest, though daylight doesn’t kill us, just makes us weaker.”
His arms held me within his strength and I remembered him holding me just like this the night we first made love, so long ago. It had felt strange then to be cradled by a cold body and now it felt even stranger that I was cold, too.
“Inside we are still warm which is why sex is so wonderful for vampires. It’s really the only way we can feel anything.”
“I can’t think of having sex, though I want to soon. Just not immediately,” I tried to tell him, feeling a need to explain myself for some reason.
A part of me was still attached to my former life and I didn’t feel at one with this new body, this new lifestyle. His arms were around me but only holding my belly, not touching my breasts or any other sexual part of my body.
Though kissing my belly would be sensual, I thought.
“I’ll remember that,” he said, reading my thoughts, “you have to be careful Juniper. I will know every way to pleasure and please you forever more, my darling.”
“Why are you calling me Juniper?”
“In your thoughts, you think of yourself as that. Didn’t you know?”
I searched my mind and realised I’d always thought of myself as she, I’d just taken the name Jodie because it was given to me by my new mother, the one I’d shared with Jaimie.
She was no mother to me now.
“Fabien, my darling. She fed me her thoughts and memories as I sucked the life from her. She led me here on purpose, to have done. She no longer wanted to live, knowing you would never love her.”
“Fear not,” he said, raising himself on his arms an
d rolling me toward him so I could see him, the pitch-black darkness not hiding my Fabien whose skin was pure, white light. “I have seen those same thoughts from feeding from you and also, I guessed the same had happened. She has sent everyone away and the control she maintained here is dead with her. It is dangerous out in the world now vampires are free to roam. We must fly to your sister and warn her.”
I held his hand and begged, “How many of us are there?”
“Three thousand at most. Leticia kept a keen eye on all her subjects. Now they are dispersed, however, they will go unchecked and kill at will. Under Leticia’s rule, we fed routinely not indulgently but I hardly think the youngest of the pack will care anymore.”
I shook with desire and bloodlust and he lowered himself on top of me, turning his head to offer me his throat. “Feed from me, dear one. I fed a lot last night.”
“You recognise all my needs?” I asked gazing at him.
“Yes, only yours.”
His throat seemed more attractive than any other part of a man I had ever bitten, sucked or caressed. Right then, it seemed a prized possession I would guard desperately from other eyes. I felt at odds with this life, the thought of biting anyone else unpalatable, and I realised I wanted only to feed from him.
“Fabien,” I said, gasping as I moved closer and felt my need growing, my arousal swelling, “you want to mate, darling? You’re hard.”
“Feeding makes me want to fuck, too,” he explained softly, his manner so genteel for a blacksmith’s son. I’d also gotten that truth from Leticia’s thoughts, too. He was once known as Fabron, a simple man with a simple life.
“Then we shall let it happen naturally, whatever we feel,” I told him and stroked my tongue against his jugular before finding the temptation too hard to fight.
I had to have his blood.
I latched into his vein and drank with all the force I possessed. I was famished beyond reason. As I drank I was too delirious to fight him when he began drinking from my wrist in return.
Oh but the sensation!
Our lust multiplied as we shared blood and venom, our bodies connecting so deeply. When we became manic with desire, we unlatched from one another and he quickly put his blood-drenched lips on mine. He kissed me with aggression, yet care, and he was right—our insides were as potently hot as ever. I threw off the velvet sheet and naked, I lay beneath him.
He wrapped his arms beneath me and continued kissing me, his fangs gently nipping my tongue and my lips as he worked—all the blood from our exchange swirling madly in my belly.
“I never wanted this for you,” he gasped, his voice like that of someone in peril, “but I cannot help feeling thankful to have you at all, even if it is like this!”
He kissed my breasts, my nipples so deep red, my skin alabaster like his. I began to become aware of changes to my body then. Before, my nipples had been a light-pink and as I laid down, they used to sink slightly into my armpits. Now they pointed upwards without any deviation.
He played with my breasts without any hesitation in using his fangs there too, slightly pinching and pulling on the solid pebbles which seemed so heavy on my chest.
He showered my belly with gentle, sensual kisses, his shining eyes grinning into mine as he looked up at me.
“I love cunnilingus,” he growled, before he slid his long, slick tongue through the molten swell of my pussy.
I had to look down to be sure, but it was as I thought, everything was bald down there. As I felt my armpits, those too were free of stubble as were my legs. There were definitely benefits to this!
“Ah no, ah no,” I cried as he bit into me, everywhere, licking hungrily afterwards.
Oh, the licks!
“You were saying?” he said, cocking one brow.
To bite, just to lick! He could keep licking me all night if he wanted.
“Oh Fabien, make me come, make me come!”
He darted his tongue in and out of me while his jaw slackened and he kept his fangs buried in my clitoris, sucking with his top lip as he fucked me with that vile, delicious tongue of his.
“Oh my, oh my, Fabien!” I pushed my hips up and held his head to me, his silky, black hair wrapped around my fist.
I began getting impatient, the orgasm not arriving when I wanted it to.
Don’t be alarmed my love, but yes I am in your head. Tell me what you want, he said as his tongue was otherwise engaged.
I’m not scared of having you inside my head. I’m just scared of losing you again. I used to be able to come so easily, I complained, now that doesn’t seem to be the case!
My love, you are a creature of sin now. A creature who will come so much harder… it just takes more to get there.
How can we make this quick?
He sat up on his knees, looking down on me with blood and arousal smeared all over him. “I fuck you with this.” He nodded down at his colossal prick and I groaned.
He knew what I wanted.
He rolled me onto my belly, lifted my haunches and entered me, filling me with his monumental cock.
The searing, blunt intrusion was pure and utter bliss—a feeling to hold onto and embrace, one to never let go of. I hadn’t forgotten either, not in more than three centuries. He was big, yes, but that wasn’t the most beautiful thing about us fucking. It was that when he finally got inside me, I felt calmed and as his arms wrapped around me, I was at one with myself. Like I was home.
“Kiss me,” I asked, turning my head. He reached round, our necks almost entwining, and kissed me gently with his tongue and his soft lips plumping mine delicately, no fangs.
He could be violent and tender and I knew this was a lover never to take for granted.
“Time to make you come, Juniper,” he promised, “hold on.”
He placed my hands on top of the headboard and lifted me slightly so my knees were on the bed but my feet were tucked beneath me, slightly resting on his thighs so he was right under me. He began thrusting up into me, demanding, “Hold steady so I have control, Juniper.”
“Oh, I feel so inordinately full Fabien!”
“I warn you now, you will come hard. It will hurt. You might remember it for a minute before you’ll want more. I’m so hard for you, darling. Your body was immaculate before but now it is transformed, I don’t have to fear hurting you!”
His cock as hard as stone, he rocked swiftly in and out of me, the tip of my now barren womb sizzling with heat even though it had become defunct.
“Don’t say that,” he said, having overheard my thoughts, “your womb is everything to me, even if we can never have children. I’ll love you so desperately, you’ll never miss out on anything.”
“I cannot have any privacy?” I complained.
“No,” he told me, “now, I’m going to make you come. Concentrate.”
“Okay,” I gasped, and tossed my head around, “fill me Fabien.”
He began hitting so much harder inside me and it did hurt, and it was painful and aggressive, but once I gave myself up to it and acknowledged pain wasn’t a problem anymore (because I would heal), he fucked me even harder, even faster. I heard the slaps of his skin against mine, the rapid beating of my buttocks with his pelvis, and I howled with desire.
“FABIEN!”
“Juniper!”
When I felt my entire body might combust, or split in two, I whelped and went into spasm. My limbs jerked from the electrifying pleasure and I felt the tightening of every muscle I possessed wrap me in desire’s fierce arms and swallow me, taking me beneath my own existence to somewhere better.
I wasn’t done.
It continued and as it did, he pulled my back to his chest. “It lasts, Juniper. Let me show you.”
He continued to pummel my body hard, one hand tight on my breast, a fingernail grazing my clit. He bit into my neck again, paralysing me, and I was overcome with such pleasure I covered his hands with mine and pushed even harder at my erogenous zones.
I crumpled, my head almost h
itting my knees as I finally squirted, and he came, hot and thick inside me.
He yanked his incisors out of me and he was right, I just wanted more. I was left totally unsatisfied even though my orgasm was the most crippling and debilitating of my life. Panting like an animal caught in a trap, he seemed ready for a rest. However, I wasn’t content. I lifted off him and sat across his lap facing him, wrapping my body around his.
“Fabien,” I goaded, licking and kissing his face, “like a drug. I’ve always loved you.”
“I need rest,” he tried to argue, pressing his face into my breasts for comfort.
“I need love,” I demanded, “I need you.”
“This time, we make love then,” he decided, and we laid down together.
“My love,” I told him as he entered me again, still as hard as the first time, “what do you see? Do you like me?”
He kissed me and stroked his hands through my hair. “Cotton locks you’ve always had, green eyes that now change colour, but still they are beautiful. I love your body as I always did, I just wish it hadn’t come to this.”
He pushed in and out of me, leisurely manipulating my body beneath his, my legs and arms wrapped tight around him
“Why so sad, my love?”
He looked into my eyes wearily and excused himself with a tiny quiver in his voice, “I just love you so much.”
“Hush, my angel, just love me,” I asked, and he continued to do so, all night and day long.
FABIEN
Summer
JUNIPER SAT ON the throne, a crown on her head, an extravagant emerald gown covering her voluminous body. Day after day I had to hear other vampires talking in their heads of how they would fuck her if they got chance. I’d already killed two little shits who thought of her less than a deity to worship and everyone had since learned to keep their lust for Juniper from their minds when they were around me.
So, she was queen. I was afraid this would happen—and it had. After a month of being a vampire, she began to develop all Leticia’s abilities and once she had fully realised her power, she recalled all the vampires and they came crawling back home to Krill. The boundary back up too, it was like old times.
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