Twice Bitten (26 page)

“Txema?  Are you ready?” Her musical voice sounded a tad more excited than usual.

“Yes,” I answered, and then opened the door.

She was dressed similar to me, only instead of the white lilies on a golden splash for my gown, hers was crimson and covered with a variety of colorful anemones. Like me, she appeared to have recently bathed. The lilac scent seemed stronger and more potent than before. Her ruddy complexion indicated she had recently fed, which made me feel better about choosing her as the one to drink my blood. Less danger of being drained to death.

“Shall we go?” She reached out her right arm for me to take, and I locked my left one inside it. Together we began our trek to our destination.

I thought the location might be near the dining hall, maybe a small room where a few vampires would also attend. At least that’s what I expected. Maybe Gustav and a few witnesses? A little freaky, but not as bad as it would be if everyone in the castle showed up. Of course, Peter only understood it would be me, him, and Chanson. He’s not happy about the prospect of more vamps in attendance. But, I’m sure he’ll be there, since he prides himself on keeping his word.

Once we reached the main floor, Chanson led me through an alcove beneath the stairs. It opened to a large room, and at the end of this room was an open doorway that led to a narrow stone staircase. 

“We’re almost there, Txema,” she advised, picking up her pace as we moved toward the doorway. “The next stairs will take us to the chamber where the ceremony will be held. Your man, Peter, is already there.”

We separated from one another to climb the narrow stairs, forced to lift our gowns as we ascended to the top where a soft yellow glow emanated. A series of wall torches were also lit to illuminate our way. Frankly, it surprised me Chanson didn’t just whisk me up to the very top. But, maybe this was all part of the ceremony, to ascend as true humans must.

A climb of several stories, once we approached the top I heard hushed voices. Lots of them. I started to worry about how many souls would be watching me get it on with Peter for the sake of pretty vampire survival. I could handle a few eyes in attendance, since assuredly these creatures had been watching me my whole life. However, if the number of voyeurs quadrupled…. Let’s just say the gates that needed to be open for this copulation to happen might not be so cooperative. And, there wouldn’t be a damned thing I could do about that. Not to mention, this could mean heightened anxiety for Peter, as well.

“Do not fear…I will make sure this goes the way it should,” Chanson whispered to me, just before leading me into what looked like a large auditorium. 

Classical instruments hung on the walls and wooden chairs were stacked on either end of the room, barely discernable in the dim torchlight. But, the fact two hundred pairs of eyes were here was not so hard to discern. At least they all seemed to be vampires, their colorful eyes aglow. Some wore hoods, but all wore colorful gowns and robes similar to Chanson and me. Including Peter, and his attendant ‘protectors’, Franz and Armando. A few carried lanterns and lighted candles.

The scene prompted me to remember a jest my father once made when I dressed as a naughty nurse for a Halloween party my junior year in high school. ‘You look like a porn queen that’s been invited to a stag party!’ he had said, which nearly ruined my evening. I wore my long winter coat that night as a result, too ashamed to reveal anything more.

This was worse.

I really did feel like a porn queen, only this was more like a troupe of perverts invited to the making of a XXX film. Mortified, my pulse began to race.

“Shhh…It will be all right,” Chanson sought to assure me. “There are no humans here right now—not even Racco or his trusted staff. Sacred vampire rites like Relance de sang are off limits to humans, unless they are partaking in the ceremony. This is strictly enforced—often on pain of death to intruders.”

Okay, so that made things a tad easier. It’s not like a vampire is going to post film footage of an event like this on YouTube. 

“Welcome, Txema!” Gustav exalted, moving toward me as the other vampires made way for his presence. A path was cleared along the wooden floor, the varnished planks glistening under the collective candles and torchlight. “Come this way. Your bed is warm and ready.”

Yep, just like a porn set. A big round bed without blankets, and a single institutional white sheet. Oh Joy.

At least there were a couple of pillows.

Armando guided Peter over to the bed, whose shuffling feet told me the vampire literally dragged my partner to his station. Chanson and I arrived a moment later, moving to the left side of the bed, while Peter remained at the foot.

“Now relax, and try to forget about them,” Chanson advised, motioning to the crowd gathered nearby, but far enough away to allow for very slight privacy. 

Okay, I admit they were still too close for my comfort. But, I had already decided this could be either uncomfortable or excruciatingly severe, depending on how long the damned thing took. Really, she should’ve smooth-talked Peter, since it appeared that Armando offered no encouragement to him. I detected a slight flutter just below Peter’s right eye, a nervous tic I had seen before on a couple of occasions—most recently while studying for his chemistry exam last week.

“Txema, remove your robe, my dear, and climb up on the bed,” Gustav directed, and then looked over at Armando. “As soon as she is ready, assist Peter in removing his robe.”

Perhaps this used to work as motivation in centuries past, but this sterile and almost scientific insensitivity toward two people about to screw wasn’t going to cut it. I might be able to ready myself through a variety of fantasy practices I knew well. Thinking about yesterday’s aborted fling with Racco would work for me if all else failed. As long as I could make an emotional connection to that memory, I should be fine. I just prayed that when I arched my back to accentuate my breasts—a posture that drove Peter nuts under normal circumstances—he would be ready, and we could get this thing over and done with. Provided that Chanson had time to get her fangs imbedded into my throat without a hitch.

I removed my gown, surprised at the room’s sudden coolness that caused my gooseflesh to rise and nipples to harden—good and bad effects, I guess. It was like the warmth was suddenly removed by a collective gasp among my vampire audience. Indeed, so much was riding on what happened in the next half hour.

I climbed onto the bed, and positioned myself with as much ‘come and get me’ moxy as I could muster. But, the promising bulge protruding from Peter’s robe disappeared soon after Armando helped him take it off. Once the coolness I mentioned touched his skin, his manhood continued to shrink, and the murmur that followed among the vampires all but sealed its death. His face flushed crimson from embarrassment that I’m sure will last a lifetime in retrospect.

Thinking there was no point to continue this debacle, I started to get up. Chanson stopped me, firmly grasping my arm. Her touch was still warm, and it flowed into me, easing the effects from the coolness surrounding me.

“Wait, I have an idea,” she whispered in my ear, and then motioned for Armando to keep Peter from reaching for his robe. “Trust me on this.”

She winked wickedly at me, and then sauntered over to my boyfriend. I’m sure it had to mess with his head to see a girl who so strongly resembled me. Keep in mind, at that point he had no idea she and I are related by blood. I’m sure if he’d noticed her birthmark, he might’ve seen things differently. But, I’m pretty sure the path from her face to her generous bosom and proportionate sexy curves kept him from noticing much else. There isn’t much mystery to the mind of the typical American male.

Chanson brushed up against him, allowing her hand to linger upon his powerful chest before she sauntered over to the other side of the bed. Then, with her back to him and eyeing him coyly over her shoulder, in one smooth movement she loosened her gown and let it fall to her ankles. Completely naked, she arched her butt just enough for him to see the inviting folds of her sex and then she whirled around, wearing a predatory expression as she approached him again, strutting sultrily and allowing her firm breasts to hang just slightly.

No doubt, every naughty thought filed away in his head was accessed, as I could perform no better than she, despite our physical similarities. Yet in less than a minute, embarrassed soft became raging hard and fully aroused. It remained that way as she made her way over to me. Continuing to eye him seductively, she placed her hand under my neck and lifted my head to where I could see him clearly. I wasn’t about to blow what she had successfully created—despite the intense curiosity I sensed in the surrounding throng that had encroached a step or two from their previous distance.

Meanwhile, Chanson’s heat, almost fully human, warmed me again as she moved closer. Her fangs looked like they had grown an inch longer.

“Come over and fuck her, Peter, while she’s
hot
for you!” she cooed, her husky tone carrying a level of seductiveness I hoped someday to attain. It damn near made me want her, too—and I don’t swing that way at all. “Do it
now
, Peter!”

Surely, her exaggerated French accent didn’t hurt matters. Something told me that if he and I did survive this misadventure romantically, dressing up like a naughty French chamber maid might be a regular requirement to appease his sexual appetite.

Excitement danced in his eyes. Without further delay, he clambered upon the bed. I prepared to receive him inside me, allowing him to push my legs open. Before I actually felt his penetration, Chanson buried her fangs in my throat.

After the initial sting from her bite, an incredible rush of adrenaline flowed through me, encompassing my entire being. I felt an odd tingling sensation along the top of my head that quickly traveled to the soles of my feet. My heart pounded heavily, pumping my blood out of my body and into Chanson’s mouth. Along with this, Peter’s steady thrusts inside me began to bring me to orgasm, although his climax had yet to come.

Suddenly, an incredibly sharp stabbing pain erupted inside my abdomen, and my own anatomy expertise told me that it came from the ovary on my left side. The pain was excruciating—the worst thing I had ever encountered in my life up until then. No doubt, an ovum had been forced from dormancy down into my uterus. My ecstasy abruptly cut short, I felt the explosion of Peter’s orgasm, just as the world around me began to go black.

One of the last things I recalled was Chanson’s voice calling to me from somewhere above, urging me to drink. An acrid taste that was metallic filled my mouth, as liquid poured into my open throat. I almost choked and coughed up some of it. At the same time, I began to feel a surge of strength lift the weakness and discomfort I had felt since the incredible pain erupted in my ovary.

While losing consciousness, cheers of joy erupted around me. The experiment was a success. Garvan and Armando congratulated Peter, and I heard Nora tell Chanson that my color was good and that I’d be ‘fine in no time’. Hearing these things as my awareness faded gave me a sense of satisfaction. At least there was hope of better days ahead. Maybe things would work out for all of us.

But, the last thing I heard before everything went blank was Gustav’s panicked shouts, followed by an escalating murmur from the group. Something about the castle gates being stormed and an invasion on the main floor. Vampires. Bad ones with a single mission.

To find and kill me.

Chapter 22

So there you have it. My story…or at least the beginning of what promises to be an interesting adventure. Oh, yes, there are a few details I need to wrap up before I close. Starting with the events following Relance de sang, the sacred ceremony of the vampires.

Obviously I have survived, at least so far. Ralu’s army did sack the castle, and sadly from what I understand, there were casualties on both sides, including nearly half of Racco’s staff of innocent human beings. Before Ralu and his minions could find me, I was whisked to a ‘safe house’ in nearby Perpignan. A temporary stay until one of Racco’s private jets was ready for boarding.

I missed out on all of the craziness, and didn’t awake until almost noon today, roughly eight hours after I passed out. One of Racco’s assistants, a young teenager named Maria, was the one to check on me. A pretty brunette, I can only hope he hasn’t tried to bed this one, and from what I could tell from her thoughts he hasn’t yet. Yes, a side effect from my experience is that I can somehow read a person’s unspoken musings. Not complete voyeurism like the vampires possess, but I can hear partial sentences. It’s kind of weird, really, since I’ve come to understand in the past ten hours since I awoke that most of us never say everything we think. It’s a hodge-podge of random observations and urges that we somehow streamline into what we verbalize. I doubt we’re even aware of this process most of the time.

To wake up and suddenly have immediate awareness of the endless stream of words within somebody else’s head can be extremely disturbing. At least it was for me today. And, to consider it’s just the opposite experience from when I blacked out, where an incredible calm and peaceful sea of blackness surrounded me.

Surely, you’re wondering about my physical condition. I mean, am I pregnant yet? And, what about the incredible discomfort that racked my insides when the very first ovum of my life coursed down my left ovary and into my womb?