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Subject: {ASSM} World Beneath ch.3 by Rachael Ross (FM+/f, Fantasy, Mast, Oral, Vamp, First, Rom)
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The World Beneath

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: MF+/f, Fantasy, Rom, Mast, Oral, Blood (vampirism),
First, Rom

Part Three - The Turning


To say that I was confused by what I'd seen and heard would be an
understatement. A big one. I felt like Alice falling into the rabbit
hole and if I'd believed in a world beneath our own, if I'd been
looking for a doorway into something beyond the realms of reason, I'd
found it. Julia was appointed my keeper, although she was soon joined
by Sylvia, Christine, and Wendy. Valentine too remained close by as I
sat there on the sofa, trying to understand what my new friends were
trying to tell me.

The others had disappeared, left the room quietly, and I wasn't sure
if they'd left for the night, or merely retired to some other part of
that great old church. I sat with Julia, the others sitting near us,
having drawn close chairs of their own. Only Valentine remained
standing, walking occasionally around the room, or sometimes moving to
stand close to one of the other women. There was a closeness between
them that I could almost feel, between these particular people, and I
had the impression of circles within the circle.

"You are like us." Julia began, very much like she was teaching me,
"And we are not like anyone else. Do you know what a Succubus is?"

I licked my lips and nodded. "A demoness, one who comes in the night.
Um..." I shrugged a little. "They seduce men, I think? Drink their
blood, like vampires or something?"

"Or something." Valentine laughed and Julia gave him an annoyed look.

"I'm a Succubus." Julia told me, pausing for my reaction, but I just
sat there. "As are Wendy and Christine."

"Uh, okay." I glanced at the other two women, sitting there and to my
eyes looking nothing like demons at all.

"I'm the vampire." Valentine said, unable to contain himself. "Succubi
are a dime a dozen, we're much more rare..."

"Val..." Julia rolled her eyes and smiled at me.

"...you and I." The man continued, ignoring the interruption.

"Me?" I laughed, I couldn't help it. "I'm not a vampire."

"Physically," Julia said, "you're not, but it's in you, Jenna. You've
felt it, haven't you? That you're not like other people?"

"Well..." I just looked at her, thinking to myself that everyone feels
that way at one time or another. It doesn't mean it's true.

"Do you believe in souls?" Wendy asked me.

"Sure, yeah." I shrugged.

"Your soul is far older than you know. It wasn't born with you, Jen,
it was born in the fires of creation. It's been waiting to take shape,
to assume form. Souls are that part of us which is divine and like
everything in the universe they have a purpose."

"My soul isn't my own?" I asked and the woman smiled at that.

"Of course it's yours, dear. I just want you to understand that how we
appear outside does not always reflect what's inside. Your soul is
waking, over the past few months, even years, it's been waking slowly
and affecting how you see the world." Wendy was leaning forward, her
eyes shining into mine. "Very soon, perhaps even tonight, it will
embrace you finally and you'll understand what you've only suspected."

"So I'm a vampire on the inside." I said slowly. "But I won't ever
really look like one or drink blood or anything, right?"

"Oh, you'll drink, my love..." Valentine was there, as if he'd just
teleported himself across the room somehow, there in front of me, his
mouth open and showing me his great long fangs. His eyes were red, lit
as if by the fires of hell itself, and his handsome face grew dark and
malevolent.

My breath seemed frozen in my breast and I felt transfixed, paralyzed
and unable to move. He could have had me then, his mouth closed over
my throat and my head tilted towards the shadows above as if of its
own accord, presenting myself to him. I felt and heard my heart
rushing, the blood surging through my veins. I was powerless and
terrified and yet yearning to feel the cold clamping of his jaws to my
flesh.

"Enough, Valentine." Julia whispered and her voice seemed far away,
and then he was gone. Like moonlight behind a passing cloud, the room
empty of his presence and I looked around, breathing hard and
shivering. The entire affair had lasted but brief seconds, I knew, but
it had seemed an eternity.

"He's eager." Christine observed.

"He'll be the one to free you." Julia told me, stroking my arm with
her hand. "He'll turn you, when it's time."

"Bite me, you mean." I said softly and there was no question there.

"It's who you are." Sylvia spoke for the first time. "What you are."

"A vampire." I swallowed hard, trying to accept that somehow. "And
you're really a...succubus." I looked at Julia.

"Yes." She stood up gracefully, knowing that I'd asked because I
needed something more than words from her. I needed evidence, beyond
that given to me by Valentine.

Julia removed her clothes; the emerald blouse she wore, unbuttoning it
and letting it fall off her shoulders. She undid her bra, letting her
beautiful breasts loose as we watched. She undid her skirt, a long
supple thing of some black material like crepe, and then her panties.
She undressed for me completely and there was the briefest pause as
the Asian woman closed her eyes, a small smile passing her soft pale
lips, and then she changed.

As if by magic her form changed, but only slightly. She was still
beautiful, but her skin darkened, taking on a warm glow. And wings,
like great black shadows of supple leather, seemed to grow from her
back, spreading wide and tipped with gleaming claws. Horns curled from
her temples, long and slender, black and red and wonderful to behold.
Her eyes took on a golden hue, the pupils themselves, and they grew
until there was no white to be seen. She was lovely and terrible to
behold and I felt myself filled with lust suddenly, desperate that
this woman...this demoness should possess me

I felt none of the terrified exhilaration that Valentine had filled me
with. This was a very different and subtle seduction, but no less
dangerous for it. I was mesmerized and I felt my body growing languid
and heavy with desire. I wanted to lay there on that sofa, open and
inviting for her. She could have me, any way she pleased and I'd offer
no resistance.

"If you were anyone else..." Julia's voice was like the sound of
tinkling glass, sweet and melodic and it made me writhe beneath her.
"When you turn, Jenna, when you become a vampire, you'll have some
resistance." She kissed me on my cheek and it burned delightfully.
"And it will grow with time, over the passing years..." I felt her
hand on my breast and I moaned, arching my body against her. "...and
you'll remember this moment and lament our lost kiss."

She let me go then, stepping back, her wings giving a soft flap to
catch the air so that she actually seemed to float away from me. There
was emptiness suddenly, and a longing, and I blinked, shaking my head
and struggling to sit back up. Julia looked as she had before, except
she was naked. Her wings were gone, her horns and golden eyes as well.
She appeared normal in every way, but I could still sense what lay
beneath that disguise and I realized that I'd sensed it previously,
even surrendered to it the night before.

"All of you are like that?" I asked, glancing at the other women as
Julia dressed herself slowly, unmindful of our attentions. It was
impossible not to watch her and I wasn't alone in that regard. We all
watched her.

"No." Sylvia smiled. "I'm what you would call a witch, I suppose."

"Can you do spells?" I asked, ready to believe anything now. Vampires,
Succubi, so why not a witch?

"Some," she smiled at me, "but I'm no sorceress. Not like Samantha."

"She's a sorceress?" I raised my eyebrows, picturing the woman in my
head. Samantha had red hair and brown skin, and lovely aquiline
features. A strong, straight nose and piercing green eyes above a thin
sensual mouth. She'd been remote and distant from me and I knew very
little about her at all.

"Oh yes." Sylvia nodded. "She's the one who protects us."

"Some of us." Julia corrected gently, finally dressed and sitting down
beside me.

"So what do you do? I heard Thomas call you a Seer or something..."

"I am the Seer." Sylvia smiled. "I'm the Oracle, except I don't have
to speak in riddles, thank God. I read the stars, the planets.
Astrology, Numerology, Palmistry. I even read old bones and tea
leaves..."

"She speaks with the dead too." Julia whispered in my ear.

"I predict the future and the past..."

"You predict the past?" I gave a small giggle at that.

"Oh yes," Sylvia nodded, laughing with me. "There are many things
forgotten, long buried in the sands of time. Some knowledge must be
remembered, even though it is lost."

"See?" Christine grinned at me. "And she says she doesn't speak in
riddles."

"Well..." Sylvia shrugged apologetically. "Anyway, I can do many
things, like knowing you were going to read that poem tonight, The
Second Coming."

"But how could you know that?" I asked. "And what difference did that
make anyway?" That part had really confused me.

"Magic." Sylvia laughed. "But the important thing isn't that I knew
you were going to do it, the important thing was that you did it at
all, see?"

"No." I shook my head sadly. I didn't see any of it.

"You'll have to trust me then." Sylvia said. "And you'll have to
believe me when I tell you that I've watched you for a long, long
time."

"How long?" I narrowed my eyes slightly.

"Since before you were born." Sylvia grinned at me and I just smiled,
not really believing that, but wondering if I'd dare to doubt it.

"Is she ready?" Valentine's voice startled me and I turned my head
quickly to see him standing behind us.

"Hardly." Julia told him. "We've barely started..."

"I'm ready." I said, swallowing hard. I knew what he was asking, I
felt it inside me.

I thought someone, Julia probably, would have disagreed with me. Said
something to change my mind, but apparently it really was my decision.
I had a lot to learn, so many questions in my head unanswered. My life
had become full of mysteries, and even a mystery unto itself, but I
knew what Valentine wanted and looking into his handsome face, into
his eyes once again dark and somber, I knew I wanted it as well.

He gave Julia a small look of triumph, perhaps, or maybe just
satisfaction. "Come with me." He moved around the sofa, reaching out
to take my hand. "There is a place, we'll be alone." His voice was
soft, hypnotic and it caressed me way down deep in my soul. "I'll
teach you everything." He promised. "All you need to know about
life..." He kissed me softly on the lips as I stood, letting his
strong arms envelope me. "...and death."

And we were flying, or so it seemed, before I had the chance to say
goodbye to our friends, Valentine had swept me off my feet and he
moved so quickly, not running exactly, but gliding on the air. It was
a dream and in it I clutched him, feeling nothing of the chill night
air around us. I pressed my cheek to his breast as he cradled me. We
moved swiftly, so that the trees and buildings and lights seemed to
flash by us in a blur. There was no sound but that of the wind as it
rushed around us, but I felt it not at all. It was as if the man
pierced the night itself, moving at will and unimpeded by nature. He
was beyond that, beyond the physical bonds of our mortal selves.

When at last we stopped, Valentine lowered me gently onto a bed. It
was soft and thick with wool and cotton comforters. The pillows were
plump and adorned with tassels and around us I could dimly make out a
room which wouldn't have been out of place in an English castle. The
walls were rough hewn stone of some kind, with deep cracks and
shadows. Tapestries hung across them, faded scenes of past glory,
battles and dragons and knights of old. Candles stood near the bed,
thick and round, the color of blood, and their flames were long and
steady. It was a room tailored to gothic romance, to vampires and
ghosts, and I smiled contentedly, catching my breath as I lay there.

"Do you like it?" Valentine asked me, sitting on the bed and his hand
touched my tummy, bare where my t-shirt had ridden up.

"It looks like something from a Dracula movie." And I giggled at the
look on his face.

"I prepared it for you." He told me, looking a little offended. "For
us. I wanted to set the mood."

"You have." I reassured him. "It's perfect. I was teasing you."

It struck me then that for all of his good looks, not to mention being
a real vampire, Valentine was a little uncertain of himself. He
reminded me in so many ways of the guys I knew in school, the 16 and
17 year olds who thought they owned the world, and acted it when with
their friends. But see them alone, or in an unfamiliar situation, and
they were just children, like everyone else. Valentine seemed very
much the same way and I wanted to know why. I wanted to know
everything.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Valentine told me.
He was stroking my stomach with one hand, half lying on the bed, his
head propped up with the other beside me.

"Julia's more beautiful then me." I replied seriously. "And Sylvia,
and Wendy and a hundred girls at my school..." I sighed.

"No." Valentine assured me, his voice tender. "They're not." He kissed
me on the lips and it was as if whatever spell had kept us in check
was broken.

I embraced him eagerly, my arms around the man's neck, drawing him to
my body. My mouth opened for his and I felt his tongue probing gently,
teasing across my teeth and finding my own tongue finally. My eyes
were open and I watched his close. Valentine kissed me hard and his
body moved so that he was fully atop me. I felt him pressing against
me, the odd shaped knot of his trapped penis finding my crotch as I
spread my legs around him. We kissed and moved our bodies together,
fully clothed and only mimicking the physical act of love. I grew warm
and then hot, my body becoming damp and my breath was humid in
Valentine's mouth.

"I do love you." I told him at one point, clutching the man to me so I
could whisper the words in his ear. "You asked before...I do. I do
love you."

And we kissed more, while Valentine worked to undress us. I just lay
there, pulling at him, working my body against his gentle weight. I'd
never been with anyone before, not like this. I wanted him so badly
and I couldn't bear the thought of waiting one second longer than I
had to. I was so afraid something would happen to spoil it. The clock
would strike midnight and he'd have to leave, that was my fear. I'd
never had anything in my life, nothing that I'd really, really wanted,
but now I had this. I had Valentine and I wanted to keep him. I wanted
to be with him, exactly like this forever.

"I've waited a thousand years for you." Valentine told me, gazing down
at my bare breasts in the candlelight. My nipples were pink and hard
and pointing straight up. They were still scabbed from Christine's
teeth and Valentine played his thumbs over them, making me moan and
arch my back.

"I'm here." I whispered. "I've always been here."

Valentine had taken off his shirt, I'd helped push it down his broad
shoulders and I pressed my hands against his chest. He was truly
beautiful, well formed and defined; his muscles evident and smooth and
I traced my hands across his skin, down to his taut stomach, finding
the soft trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of
his trousers. I smiled at him, feeling giddy with pleasure as I worked
my fingers to undo Valentine's pants. He lifted himself to help me,
kneeling on the bed with his body straight, hands on his hips. He was
my master, letting me free him for his pleasure and I liked that idea.

I gave a small gasp as I found Valentine's penis, tugging the dark
silk boxers he wore down far enough so that his cock sprang free. It
was stiff and long and fat with excitement and I closed my hand around
it, feeling for the first time that part of a man. I stroked him
slowly, watching the foreskin slide back, revealing the smooth ruddy
glans. He was wet already, clear fluid leaking from the tip and I ran
my thumb over it, watching Valentine's face for his reaction. He
smiled, shifting his hips and reached down with his left hand to touch
my right breast. It was a delicious moment of discovery for me,
perhaps for us both, and our movements were slow and deliberate.

"In her first love, a woman loves her lover..." I whispered to him,
quoting Byron. "In all others, all she loves is love. You're my first
love, Valentine." I sighed, sliding my hand along the top of
Valentine's penis to his pubis and up, pressing my hand to his lower
belly. "My only love."

"I will never leave you after tonight." He promised me, lowering
himself once more. "You will never be alone again."

We undressed completely then, smiling at each other in the flickering
light, and in a very short time I felt him between my thighs. He was
above me, my breasts flat against his chest, my arms around his neck
and shoulders. We were kissing and murmuring soft words, professing
our undying and eternal love. I felt his cockhead against my sex,
pressing for entrance and it was a great tease. Neither of us reached
for it, we merely moved our bodies, rocked our hips and smiled as we
tried to align ourselves together. On occasion I would feel it, like a
warm weight gaining purchase and I'd hold my breath, only to feel him
fall away from me once more.

I was so close to my orgasm then. It seemed as if I'd been teetering
on the edge of a great void for hours, just waiting for that one
little push. My tummy was churning and my pussy seemed to spasm around
itself, working against the emptiness and adding to my frustration and
excitement. My clit throbbed and thrummed and my nipples burned
beneath Valentine's chest. I kissed him, over and over, finally
begging him with urgent whispers to take me.

"Put it in..." I told him. "...Put it inside me...I want to feel
it...I want you..."

"It will hurt." He promised me, but he wasn't trying to dissuade me.
He was just telling me, looking for my response to what I already
knew.

"Good." I nodded. "I want it to hurt forever."

But of course he meant more than just taking my virginity. He was
changing once more, becoming his true self. Valentine's eyes grew hot
and red and I stared into them, unafraid. I welcomed this moment with
every ounce of my being. I watched his teeth seem to grow before my
eyes, growing long and sharp and there came a look over his face,
feral and cunning and full of the lust a wolf might feel for the lamb
at his feet.

I felt Valentine's cock enter me a moment before I felt his jaws upon
my neck and then he was pushing, driving with his hips so that at the
precise moment I felt his teeth puncture my tender flesh, I also felt
his penis ripping through my maidenhead. My body stiffened and I tried
to close my legs, instinctively wrapping them around the man's waist.
I arched my back and tilted my head, opening my mouth as if I might
scream, but no sound would emerge. My lungs were empty, expelled of
air and I hadn't the wit or will to draw another breath. My heart was
pounding, driving my rich blood into Valentine's mouth, giving him a
feast even as he drove his cock in and out of me furiously. His
fingers, stiffened into claws with razor nails, dug into my shoulders.
Pulling me tight against him and holding me there.

I was dying in those moments. And cumming. He'd brought me to orgasm
by his penetration and it washed the pain away completely. I felt
nothing but the warmth of his mouth and heat of his cock. My body
shuddered around him and my hands, once strong, now clutched at him
only weakly. I felt myself falling, not into sleep, but into something
much deeper. The pleasure did not go away however; it stayed with me
right until the end. I was cumming over and over and my last thoughts,
my last sensations, were of Valentine's penis deep in my body. He was
cumming as well, flooding my dying womb with his primal seed.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I dreamed that I was dead, and then I was awake. And in my dream I was
in that bed, the same one in which Valentine had taken my virginity
and my life. It was dark and the candles extinguished, but somehow I
could still see. The room had a ghostly quality to it and I just lay
there, feeling cold and hungry and my head hurt. There were noises,
indistinct and low, but annoying like  birds in a distance, a hundred
of them, a thousand, all calling at once.

And there was a girl with me. Young, but I don't know how young. She
was small, like me, so perhaps my age, and she glowed, in my dream. Oh
she had an aura of life such as I now lacked. I could smell her, even
before I'd seen her, I'd smelled her. She was menstruating, I thought,
and the idea made me smile and my stomach knotted itself so that I had
to bring my knees to my breasts. And before I had smelled her, I'd
heard her. Closer than the birds, distinct and deep the steady beating
of her heart. She was sleeping, this girl I didn't know and never
would. Sleeping peacefully and dreaming, I thought, dreaming as I was
and I loved her for her dreams.

I took her then, or so I seemed to recall on waking up. I'd cradled
her sleeping form and kissed her closed eyes and tasted her tears.
She'd been crying in her sleep and I worried briefly over her bad
dreams and willed them away even as I bared my teeth. I pushed them
away, back into the dark, and I sank my mouth upon her neck until I
tasted blood, rich and strong, with rust and salt and the warmth of
five thousand days in the sun. She'd never see another, I knew, and
the thought bothered me not at all. I was famished and she was so
sweet and ripe and lovely. I wrapped my legs around her, both of us
naked, and I held her steady in my arms, feeling her struggles weaken
and slowly die.

We were wet, this girl and I. Blood had run down my chin and neck, and
the bed beneath us was damp with it, the stain turning cold as I lay
there kissing her corpse. And I slept again, content and full and
bloated with the girl beside me. I slept until Valentine came, waking
me with a kiss, pressing his hand to my face. And I dressed while he
watched me, in the light of the candles he'd lit. I dressed in clothes
which were not mine, but someone else's, and I told him of my dream
while he listened and we both knew I'd not been dreaming at all.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"How long was I asleep?" I asked Valentine. The sun had set very
recently and the sky was still pink in the west.

"Only two days." He said, guiding me to his car, an older model
Mercedes. It seemed we'd travel in more ordinary fashion this night.
"You fed last night."

"I know." I smiled at him across the car as he opened his door. "Thank
you."

"How do you feel?" He asked me, once we were inside.

"What, you mean physically?" I asked him. "Or about the girl?"

"Both." He shrugged, turning the engine over.

"She was good." I said, feeling nothing at all about her, although at
the time I had wanted her to feel no pain. "I have a headache, a
little one. I hear...Birds." I frowned. "Or something."

"Voices?" Valentine looked over at me.

"Maybe." I shrugged. "I don't know. It sounds like a lot of sparrows,
actually."

"The Whispers." Valentine said and I gave him a questioning look.
"You've changed...You're still changing. Your senses are different,
the things you taste and see, and hear. They'll be different than what
you're used to. The whispers are the voices of the people around us,
and not just their voices, but thoughts as well."

"I can read minds?" I smiled at that.

"No, not really...But sometimes..." He smiled back at me. "You'll see.
The whispers will go away soon, or they won't go away really, but you
won't notice them. Put it that way. You'll learn how to pick out the
sounds you want to hear."

"Okay." I guessed that would have to do for now. "So, um...I'm a
vampire now, right? I don't..." I sighed, looking for the words I
wanted.

"You don't feel very different?" Valentine chuckled. "Don't worry; you
won't, not like this. It's instinctive maybe, if we can be said to
have instincts. Your body protects itself, like a chameleon changing
its color to blend in with the background. We do the same thing. Your
eyes look normal, your teeth and hair, even your fingernails; nothing
looks out of place and we can move around easily."

"But...?" I asked, because I heard one lurking there.

"But you have to learn to control yourself too and that takes time."
Valentine explained patiently. "Your instincts...Like if you smelled
blood. A man cuts himself on a glass in a restaurant, and you smell
it. You see it. Your instinct is to feed, to go to the source and
drink. Probably not a good idea nine times out of ten."

"Yeah." I nodded. Just hearing him describe the make believe scene had
set my heart beating faster.

"You need to learn how to control your emotions, your urges, and how
to restrain yourself when you have to. And you need to be able to
release your true self when it's necessary."

"Necessary. Hmmm....You mean like the other night, when you were
showing off?" I smiled at him.

"Huh?" Valentine laughed. "I wasn't showing off."

"Yes you were." I poked him in the ribs.

"Well, maybe a little." He finally admitted. "Mostly I mean if you're
ever in trouble, in danger."

"Are we in danger, Valentine?" I asked him seriously.

"Oh yes." He nodded and was quiet for a moment, and then he patted my
thigh. "But we're tough too. Don't believe everything you see in the
movies, they're all full of shit."

"Like?" I asked, leading him to explain.

"Like crosses for one thing." He reached up and flicked a crucifix
hanging from his rearview mirror with his finger. "We're older than
the catholic church by about ten thousand years, probably more. We
weren't cursed by God, we were made by God, like everyone else."

"Okay." I said, working at understanding that.

"Another thing is the mirrors. Don't worry; you can still do your
makeup." He grinned at me. "We aren't invisible. And a stake through
the heart? Yeah, that will kill us, along with anyone else you can
think of. Any sort of really bad injury can kill us, but the good
thing is our bodies heal very fast. If something doesn't kill you in
the first ten seconds, chances are you'll survive it."

"That's good." I said. "What about sunlight and garlic and all that?"

"Garlic is good, but I hardly ever eat any. Regular food pretty much
makes you throw up after about ten minutes or so. The little bugs in
your tummy, the enzymes or whatever, they don't work like they used
to. You need blood, human blood. Animal blood is like poison, so don't
bite a cat or something."

"Okay." I promised with a laugh. "I won't."

"Sunlight...ahhh..." Valentine made a face. "That's the bummer. The
chemicals or whatever in our skin, and especially in our eyes, can't
handle exposure to direct sunlight. Don't ask me why, I'm not a
scientist and so far as I know there's never been a vampire scientist.
You can handle a little sun, like being in a room with the curtains
closed, but it wouldn't be really comfortable."

"How many vampires are there?"

"How many?" He shrugged. "Two."

"What?" I laughed at him. "Be serious!"

"I am being serious." He said, and he certainly looked serious enough.
"I wasn't kidding when I told you I waited a thousand years to find
you, Jen."

"You're a thousand years old?" I looked at him with disbelieving eyes.

"You have no idea." He chuckled.

"So who made you then? There must be others." I protested. I'd
imagined great communities of vampires, living underground within our
society. If there were only two of us...I didn't want to believe that.

"I don't know who made me, or even if anyone did." Valentine offered
me an apologetic smile. "I've always been like this, as long as I can
remember." He paused and I looked out the window. "You're not the
first person, the first girl, I've tried to turn."

"What?" I looked at him then.

"You're not the first, just the only one that worked." He cleared his
throat gently. "The others died. They didn't even feed, didn't revive.
They just...died."

"Then how did you know that I would..."

"I didn't." He looked at me as he parked the car. "Sylvia told me
about you. She found you and knew who...and what...you are. I didn't
really believe her, as much as I wanted to. I was afraid to."

"So you thought I was going to die too." I spoke softly, pursing my
lips.

"Yeah." He nodded and then he smiled like a little boy and leaned
over, cupping my chin in his hand. "I'm so glad you didn't." He kissed
me, gently at first and then harder and there was a depth of emotion
there that seemed to engulf me whole.

"Me too." I breathed a moment later, licking my lips and suddenly
realizing that my canines had grown to sharp fangs.

I played my tongue along them, pricking myself and tasting blood. I
looked at Valentine and smiled. "I'm hungry."

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end of part three

rache696@yahoo.com
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Note: This is the third chapter of a multi-part story which is in
progress as of this posting. If you have feedback, comments or
suggestions, I welcome them as always, but I regret that I may not
always be able to respond in a timely manner. I will post the next
chapter as it becomes available. -rr April 23, 2007

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