Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2010 20:14:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dark Lover Pt 4 - Lesbian adult/youth

	First off... This is dedicated to all you goth girls out
there. Pale skin, black clothes, heavy eye makeup, god you all drive me
crazy. I love every one of you.
	Second this story contains graphic depictions of sexual behavior
between an adult and a teenaged girl. If that is illegal where you are, if
you are not 18 or if this offends you please read no further. If you are
under 18 and still want to read on I'm really sorry but legally you can't,
however in just a few years you will be able to vote, remember this when
you are asked to elect people that would tell young people they have no
rights.


Dark Lover 4


	Jasmine lay next to Michelle's body sobbing. She loved the girl and
still she had done the one thing she had told herself she would not.
	Jacob had warned her that she had gone to far but she had pushed
even more sending the girl over the edge and causing her to start a
frenzied attack in want of more blood. It had shown Jasmine the real truth
about what she had done to her beloved Mishy.
	The vampire sobbed late in to the night, finally falling asleep
from exhaustion in the wee hours of the morning. Perhaps she should have
been grateful for the sleep but it only brought with it guilty nightmares
about what she had done.
	When at last the sun had set and her instincts caused her to wake
she sat quietly at the edge of the couch. Michelle was gone. Jasmine looked
around her seeing no one. She scented the air, picking up the girl's
aroma. It was different, with it now was not only the scent of the girl's
blood but the scent of a newly turned vampire. A Changeling. She would feel
relief now from the agony she had felt only hours before but soon her
instincts would take over and she would have to feed, to kill.
	"Mishy?" She called. There was a rustle in the bedroom they had
shared since coming to Venice. The girl poked her head out of the door way
and smiled.
	"You're awake." She came out of the room and joined her mistress in
the living room. "I feel better than I have in weeks." She said. "What
happened?"
	"You don't remember?" Jasmine asked. The girl shook her head
slightly.
	"I remember..." She giggled. "You went down on me while... Then I
guess I just passed out."
	Jasmine felt her blood run cold. Michelle did not know what had
happened to her and the vampire had no idea how to explain it to her. "I
need you to think hard Mishy, Try to remember everything after that."
	"I don't know. I must have gotten up at some point 'cause I woke up
on the couch."
	"And you don't remember how you got there?" Jasmine reached out and
pulled the girl close. She closed her eyes and fought tears. Their lives
were about to become very complicated.
	"I..." Flashes of memory caused the girl to cut herself
off. Dreams, memories, she wasn't sure what was real. Some part of her
remembered attacking Jasmine, then she remembered crying herself to sleep
on the couch. "You said you could give me peace." She said absently. "I was
miserable... So much pain." She looked at Jasmine. "You were going to kill
me." She said. There was fear in her voice.
	"Do you remember what happened next?" The vampire asked.
	"No."
	"You were all but dead Mishy. So close that you were within a
heartbeat of being gone forever. You said something." Jasmine stroked the
girl's shoulder but Michelle pushed herself up and looked at Jasmine.
	"I don't want to die." She said quietly. "I said I don't want to
die." She shook her head and held her fingers to her temples. "Why can I
remember that?" She looked up. "You turned me... I'm like you now?" She
almost shouted. The girl began to back away. "Oh my god Jasmine what have
you done?"
	The vampire got to her feet and reached out but Michelle pulled
away. "There had to be another way. How could you do this to me?"
	"I didn't have a choice! You were gone Michelle, it was the only
thing I could do to keep you from dying." Jasmine caught up to the girl
when she backed against the wall. The vampire took her in to her arms and
kissed her forehead, though Michelle remained tense and felt frighteningly
distant. "It was all I could do." She said again.
	Michelle broke down in to tears. Crimson streaks stained her face
as she cried the blood tinged tears of the vampire. "What am I going to
do?" She asked.
	"We can get through this together." Jasmine tried to assure
her. But she was trying to assure herself as well, assure herself that the
girl would stay with her. "Soon you'll feel the hunger. But I'll help
you. You have to kill this first time. You have to drain a victim
completely but it doesn't have to be a random innocent person. We can find
some one. Some one that's suffering or that deserves it."
	"Deserves it?" She snapped. "How am I suppose to decide who
deserves to die?"
	"I'll show you." Jasmine led the girl back to the couch. "Mishy, I
can help you. I almost never kill anyone. I can teach you." She tried to
reassure the girl but she could sense the Michelle was beyond reassurance.
	"What if I can't control it?" She asked.
	"I'll teach you." Jasmine stroked the girl's back gently. "I love
you Mish, I'm going to help you learn to live with it."
	"Like you do?" She hissed. "Hating myself?"
	"No, it's not like that. I don't hate myself. We aren't monsters
Mishy. We don't have to be. Listen to me, I'm going to go through this with
you. I'm going to help you."
	"What if I can't do it?" She tried to look Jasmine in the eyes but
found she could not.
	"I can bring it to an end Mishy. Quietly, painlessly. That's all I
have to offer."
	"You should have killed me." She fell against the vampire, crying
fresh tears on to Jasmine's shoulder.
	The vampire closed her eyes and fought back her own tears. The
guilt was merciless as she tried to think of any other options she might
have had. She knew though, that this was all her own doing. She had taken
things too far with the girl and now Michelle was going to pay the price
for it. She was innocent. Jasmine lost the battle to control her tears when
she realized that the girl may well have been better off on the streets.
	"You have a day or two." Jasmine finally managed between bouts of
crying. "You're safe tonight. you shouldn't start to feel the hunger until
at least the next sunset."
	Michelle seemed to relax some as the hours passed. She was less
distant. Jasmine was feeling better now but not so much so that the guilt
would let her alone.
	"I don't hate you." Michelle finally said after what seemed like
forever. Jasmine felt a wash of relief come over her. It was more than she
had hoped for after the events earlier that evening.
	Michelle got up and went in to the bedroom. Sunrise would chase
them both in to the safety of Jasmine's room. There the rays of the sun
posed no threat as the vampire had covered the window in tinfoil. Jasmine
followed after several moments to find Michelle laying in bed.
	"What is it like now?" The girl asked.
	"What is what..." Jasmine trailed off. "You can't drink from me, it
would trigger the hunger."
	"But you can can't you?"
	"I shouldn't." The vampire responded.
	"Please Jasmine, you said you would go through this with me. I want
to know what it's like now."
	Reluctantly Jasmine joined the girl on the bed. She slowly
undressed then began pulling the girl's clothes off. She was still afraid
of what Michelle might be feeling, but this seemed like a step in the right
direction.
	Jasmine kissed the girl. She took her time, wrestling with
Michelle's tongue. Slowly she kissed and licked around the girl's neck. She
moved down to the child's breasts. She lapped at her nipples arousing her,
causing the child to moan softly. Gently Jasmine dragged her fangs across
the nipples, eliciting giggles and moans from the girl. Tonight the sex
would be much as it had always been but soon, soon they would feed from one
another as they made love and that would add a whole new dimension to the
experience.
	Jasmine sat back stroking the girl's belly. She traced her fingers
down to Michelle's sex, then pushed them deep in to the girl. Michelle
arched her back and groaned loudly.
	"More." She whispered.
	Jasmine slid down and covered the child's sex with her mouth,
lapping and suckling the girl's clit.
	Michelle was writhing on the bed when Jasmine turned her attention
to the child's thigh. The rich, sexually charged blood flowing there gave
off a pungent aroma that tempted the vampire. Her teeth slid fully in to
place and she pushed them in to the girl's leg. Michelle gave a sharp
inhale when she felt the pinch of the vampire's teeth. Soon Jasmine was
drinking from the girl, becoming lost in the sensations.
	Michelle grew closer to climax quickly and Jasmine, sensing this
pushed their mingled blood back in to the child's body. There was no danger
in doing so now. The girl screamed and arched her back, driving her sex
hard in to Jasmine's hand, reaching with her body, begging the vampire to
slide her fingers deeper.
	Jasmine withdrew from the child and sat back on her knees. "Wait
until you can do the same." She said. Michelle looked up at her and nodded
her head silently. "We'll have to hunt tomorrow." She warned.
	"I want more." She groaned.
	Jasmine closed her eyes. She was going to allow the girl to feed
from her. It was dangerous, but the sunrise was close and even if the
hunger began to wax in her the daylight would command her to sleep.
	The vampire took Michelle's hands in hers and pulled her up. She
laid back drawing the girl up over her body. "I love you Mishy." She said
quietly.
	Michelle did not know how she knew to do it, but she was able to
simply will her teeth to slide down from her gumline in to place. She
leaned close and instinctively parted her lips drawing breath through her
nose and across a patch of newly formed scent receptors in the roof of her
mouth. She could smell Jasmine's blood and it seemed to call her forward.
	Michelle opened her mouth and pressed her teeth in to her mistress'
neck. Her teeth were so sharp they seemed to slide through flesh as if it
was butter. Her eyes fluttered closed as the first drops of the vampire's
blood rolled over her tongue. She suckled deep. The vampire's sweet blood
seemed to slither down her throat, but she was also aware of a tingle in
her teeth as blood flowed through them, directly in to her system.
	There was a sensation building in her unlike anything she had ever
known. It grew but could not seem to fully wash over her. She was desperate
to reach it's full potential, drawing in the vampire's blood even more
feverishly.
	Feeling that the girl was going too far Jasmine pushed at
her. "Stop." She gasped. "You'll kill me." She struggled to slide out from
under Michelle, but finally managed to escape the child's teeth.
	Michelle giggled slightly, not fully understanding the danger she
had put them both in. Had she continued much longer Jasmine might have died
and then she, flush with new blood but no kill, would have faced her first
true hunger alone.
	"You have to learn to control your feeding or you'll kill every one
you drink from. I know what you felt, it's a dragon you can chase but only
rarely catch. Only when you have too. If we killed every time we'd be found
out in only a few months, maybe less. We can't leave a trail of bodies
everywhere we go. Especially ones with no blood and bite marks on their
throats."
	"I was so..."
	"I know. Soon enough Mishy, you'll feel the rush of life racing
through you, but you have to resist it from then on." Jasmine kissed the
girl. Her vampire instincts and her sex both reacted to tasting her own
blood in the kiss.
	Michelle would have to feed at the next sunset. That much was set
in stone. It was not ideal but it would have had to happen sooner or later
and sooner was easier. Now, while she was still excited by blood. While she
was still fascinated by her new life and not disgusted by it, fighting it.
	When the sun rose they slept, side by side like to phantoms waiting
out the daylight for a chance to rise and haunt the night.
	Jasmine led Michelle to a park. They were in a high drug area, a
place rich with people that needed to die. Whether it was to relieve
disease or dole out justice to the deserving, such places had no end of
people that simply were better off dead.
	In the darkness of the park they found a small stand of trees and
peered out from there, seeing a shelter with a single light illuminating
it. On the bench under the shelter a man sat smoking a cigarette. Jasmine
already knew all she needed to know about him, but Michelle needed to learn
how to sense her victims.
	"Close your eyes for a moment and try to quiet your thoughts." She
said, placing her hand on the girl's shoulder. "I know the hunger is
getting stronger but you can do it." Michelle did as she was told. Jasmine
allowed her to relax for a moment before she began her instructions
again. "Now open your eyes. Look at him, see only him. Feel your thoughts
reaching out to meet with his."
	"How."
	"The same way you moved your teeth in to place. Just do it, let
your instincts take over." Jasmine reached out with her own will and began
to help the girl focus. If she did not do so then it might take Michelle
months or even years to master such skills. Jasmine knew what it was like
to have to learn everything alone. Jacob had left her to discover herself
alone, with no instruction, no help, no guidance. "Can you feel him?" She
asked. Michelle hesitated for a moment then nodded her head. "Let his
memories meet with yours. Listen to his thoughts. Can you see why we're
looking at him?"
	Several moments passed before Michelle turned toward Jasmine. "He
killed a kid in a drive bye."
	"There's more."
	This time the pause was longer but eventually Michelle turned to
her mistress again. "He trades drugs for two of his clients daughters." She
wrinkled her forehead. "Why do you care about that, you like young girls
too."
	"Because you could always have told me no and I would have
respected it. You've always had a choice. They don't." Jasmine nodded her
head toward the man. Michelle looked back at him. She moved as if to get up
but Jasmine stopped her. "Bring him here."
	"How?" She asked.
	"Whisper to him, with your thoughts." Jasmine reached in to
Michelle's mind. 'Like this.' She said without speaking. Michelle shuddered
then nodded.
	Several moments passed as she tried to reach out to the man, as she
tried to cause him to notice the stand of trees before finally he turned
toward them and stood up. He stared blankly in their direction before
taking several tentative steps forward. Michelle became more insistent in
her urgings. Slowly the man's strides grew more confident and in moments he
had crossed the park and was standing at the edge of the little patch of
trees.
	Michelle was about to try again when he stepped inside. As soon as
he would have been out of the view of any onlookers Jasmine moved behind
him in a flash of vampire speed and wrapped her arm around his chest,
covering his mouth with her free hand and tilting his head back. 'It's time
Mishy.' She whispered in to the girl's thoughts.
	Michelle stood and moved forward. Her mouth was dry. The hunger
urged her on but she was fighting it. Even after what she knew about the
man she was struggling with her instincts. She was not a killer, she was
not even violent normally. She avoided fights. She much preferred to run
away then stand her ground.
	The girl felt tears welling in her eyes. They spilled on to her
cheeks and she shook her head. 'Let your instincts take over.' Jasmine
urged as the man began to struggle futilely against her overwhelming
strength.
	Michelle's first step forward was slow, unsure. Her second less
so. She felt something growing in her. Something primal and bestial. A
third step and she was growing less hesitant. Finally the last few feet
that separated them was covered in a single bound and the girl hissed
before lunging forward, driving her teeth in to the man's throat.
	Somehow she knew exactly where to bite. She knew exactly how deep
to thrust her teeth. Far enough to nick the jugular but not so far as to
sever it. Blood poured in to her mouth and she drew it up through her
teeth.
	To compare the sensation of feeding to sex is as inadequate as
comparing sex to eating rice. She was overwhelmed with a pleasure she had
never dreamed was possible. Every nerve in her body suddenly seemed to come
alive and tingle. She felt warmth like she had never felt warmth before. A
life. A sensation she had never noticed. Having lived sixteen years in a
slowly dying shell she had never actually experienced life until now. Now
when life coursed through her veins, poured over her tongue and down her
throat.
	Little by little the man's struggles ebbed and within only moments
she stepped back, having felt his life end. The dragon was hers and she
swooned, stumbled and caught herself. Jasmine dropped the empty husk to the
ground and shortly there after Michelle followed. Consumed by the Ecstasy
of the kill and the agony of the guilt. The duality of the first kill,
something Jasmine well understood.
	Tears streaked Michelle's cheeks and she sobbed, realizing she had
killed the man. "I hate you." She whispered. Jasmine nodded her head.
	"I know." She knelt next to the girl and stroked her
cheeks. "You'll feel better after you get some rest. Believe me Mishy, what
you've done here, it's made the world a better place."
	Eventually Jasmine was able to get the girl to her feet. Michelle
did not want to go home with the vampire, she wanted to run away but she
had no idea where to. She simply did not know what to do now and resigned
herself to having to stay with her.
	Back in the apartment Jasmine laid the girl in bed and tried to
smile. She knew Michelle meant it, right now she truly hated her. All the
vampire could hope for was that with time Michelle might not feel the
same. That she would be able to see that the world she was now a part of
was not entirely without happiness.
	With new life in her veins Michelle soon fell asleep and Jasmine
found herself out on the streets again, this time looking for Jacob.
	She found him, as she always did, or perhaps more accurately he
found her. How exactly he knew when she was looking for him and where she
was remained a bit of a mystery but Jasmine hoped that in time she would
understand through Michelle.
	"Will she always hate me?" Jasmine asked almost as soon as she saw
Jacob.
	"One never knows."
	"Why did you leave me alone? Don't you know what that was like for
me?" Jasmine's tone was angry as she thought of her own first time.
	"Hmm, not my best moment." He said quietly. "You're gay. And in my
younger days that bothered me. I didn't want to see you killed like that
but I could not abide such a thing in my home." Jacob looked away. "I've
grown through the years." He tried to smile but simply could not. "If it
makes a difference, I'm sorry."
	"It doesn't. Not too the two men I killed for no reason."
	"Bad things happen to good people everyday. And you were not
entirely in control of yourself. Some day you are simply going to have to
forgive us both for those kills."
	Jasmine opened her mouth to say something but she stopped. It did
not matter. It was all ancient history now and somehow Jacob's words made
some sense. She realized that she had begun to welcome at least some of
Jacob's advice and cringed at the thought of allowing any amount of
guidance to come from a man. "It doesn't matter." She finally said. "All I
care about is Mishy."
	"I know. And this is a bad time for it." He placed his hat on top
of his head and straightened the brim with his finger. "I'll be leaving
California tomorrow night. I would advise you to do the same very soon." He
turned toward her. "You don't need me. You have a changeling of your own
now. Protect her and eventually she'll realize that you are not her enemy."
	Jacob turned to leave but hesitated. "What?" Jasmine finally asked.
	"It's time..." He nodded his head. "Yes. Yes... I have a gift for
you Jasmine. Something I should have given you eighty years ago." Jacob
pushed his left sleeve up and dragged a lengthened nail across his
wrist. Blood poured from the wound and he offered it to Jasmine.
	The vampire hesitated for a moment before taking his wrist to her
lips and drinking deeply. She continued on, feeling age, power and wisdom
flooding through her. It was something she had never known before. The
sensations of drinking from an elder. Her eyes fluttered closed and she
continue to drink for what she was sure must be long enough to kill Jacob
before he finally withdrew his wrist.
	Jasmine opened her eyes and stared into her creator's for several
moments before she realized that she was in fact at eye level with
him. Jacob was easily a full head taller than she was but right now, as
they faced one another, some how she was able to look him directly in the
eye.
	Jasmine looked down slowly to realize she was floating several
inches above the ground. Unaided by anything. "How?" She gasped and
immediately fell heavily to the ground.
	"When you are strong, when you are satiated, you'll be able to use
what I've given you to fly." His coughing laughter rose from beneath his
hat. "It's a learned skill, be careful, you can seriously hurt yourself."
	With that Jacob was gone.
	Jasmine walked home slowly. She was deep in thought about what
Jacob had done. It was more than the flight, it was a new dimension to her
existence. She understood things she had never understood before. She was
also sure that he had been telling the truth. Jacob was not the one that
had attacked her. He had found her and turned her and after realizing she
was gay, left her to awaken alone in the morgue of a black hospital, hours
from embalming.
	Jasmine understood other things, like how he always seemed to not
only know she was looking for him, but where she was. As she walked home,
she could split her focus, a part of her, paying close attention to the
journey and the possibility of the new dangers she faced, and another part
of her connected to Michelle. She could sense the girl, she knew where she
was, she could even almost feel just how far away she was and in what
direction. This was not the link created by feeding but more like a homing
instinct. Jasmine let it fade as she sensed the girl moving.
	Jacob had been aware of her for decades. He had to have known what
she wanted, that she was hunting him. That was how he had stayed ahead of
her for so many years.
	Jasmine stopped outside of her apartment complex. She made her way
in to the maze like passages between the buildings until she arrived at her
unit. Two stories up was the balcony to her apartment. The vampire stood
for a moment staring up at the railing, asking herself how she was able to
fly.
	Slowly she crouched down then sprang up, flying high in to the
air. Higher than she had ever been able to jump before. She reached out to
catch the balcony railing and missed it by inches. Now she continued to
rise in to the air quickly, seeing the apartment complex become first a
rat's maze of buildings than a spot of light on the ground until at last
she could not make out the details at all.
	Finally after rising high in to the sky, where the air was thin and
frigid she managed to stop her ascent. The vampire looked down, wondering
now not how to fly but how to stop it once it started.
	She focused her will and slowly began to descend. It was
frightening, so high up she had no way to judge her speed. She felt as if
she was falling but the ground was rising to meet her so slowly she did not
know how much of the sensation was imagined.
	Finally the apartment complex began to take shape. Then her
building and at last her balcony. This time on the way bye she caught the
railing and pulled herself on to the balcony. With a relieved sigh she
opened the sliding glass door and went inside to find Michelle sitting on
the couch with tear stained cheeks and blood on her lips.
	"It happened again." She said quietly. "I couldn't stop it."
	"The hunger?"
	"Is that what it's called?" She asked. The child looked up at her
mistress with regret and anger in her eyes. "I killed her, I didn't mean
too. I didn't even want to bite her but something took over."
	"That can happen when you're young." Jasmine tried to comfort her.
	"I hate this Jasmine! Please, take it away!" She was begging and
crying again. The vampire shook her head slowly. There was little to
nothing she could do now except kill the girl and that had already turned
out to be a dismal failure the first time.
	"If you feed from me now, it will keep you in control until you
learn to control it yourself." The vampire leaned down and warped he arms
around the girl. "I told you I will get you through this. In time you'll
learn to live as I have."
	Michelle said nothing, she simply sat on the couch shaking her head
and sobbing. In time the vampire led the girl to the bedroom where they
retired for the day. Jasmine knew that it was time to leave now. Michelle
had made an unrestrained kill and there was no telling what evidence she
had left behind.
	When the sun set Jasmine was up first and had already begun to
pack. Downstairs they had a car that would get them out of California, but
she was not sure how much further. They did not need to pack any of the
furniture or other belongings, only enough clothing to get to the next
town. But where?
	"We have to leave." Jasmine said as Michelle sat up in the bed
watching her curiously.
	"Because of last night?"
	"Yes. And because there are... Bad things here. Things worse than
us." Jasmine pulled a suit case out of the closet and tossed it on to the
bed. "Pack the clothes you'll need for a week or two. And anything you
can't live without. We're leaving tonight."
	Jasmine closed her suitcase and walked out of the room to set it
next to the front door. When she returned Michelle was still sitting on the
bed. "I was thinking that maybe we should split up." She said quietly.
	"You think that's safe?" Jasmine asked, her heart aching at the
thought.
	"No." She shrugged. "I'm so confused right now. At times I love you
Jasmine, like no one else I've ever known. But sometimes..."
	"Sometimes you hate me." Jasmine nodded her head. "That's
normal. This isn't what I would have chosen for you but... But it is my
fault. I took things too far with you, it's just that you always wanted
more."
	"I wanted more when it wasn't like this." She looked up at the
vampire. "When it was just us and it was just the sex."
	"We can keep it like that for a long time to come yet
Michelle. You've made your first kill. You're a vampire now. All you need
is blood. There is no rule that it can't be mine."
	"What if I loose control again?"
	"If you feed like you should you won't. Especially now."
	"Why now?"
	"I have something. Jacob, the other vampire... He gave me something
and now well, We can share something through my blood that will change
everything."
	"And if you're wrong?"
	"Then kill me and strike out on your own. Or leave me." Jasmine sat
at the edge of the bed and reached out, putting her hand on the girl's
ankle. "Or stay Mishy, make this work with me. Things, they aren't so
different. And I'll always be there for you."
	Michelle looked away. She was thinking. She had no idea where she
would go or what she would do. Jasmine had money, lots of it, all the
time. They never wanted for anything and Michelle had no idea how the
vampire managed it since she had never taken a job. How would she survive
in the world without the vampire. More importantly, did she really want to?
	Finally Michelle looked at her mistress and nodded. "Ok, I'll come
with you. But tomorrow okay?"
	"We can't."
	"Then at least lets stay 'till midnight."
	Jasmine did not have to look in to the girl's thoughts to know what
she was thinking. Bloodlust was in her eyes and the vampire could smell the
girl's excitement. Even amongst all the confusion and regret Michelle was
curious and Jasmine was a safe way for her to explore that.
	Michelle packed her bag and went to the kitchen to make a pot of
coffee. To say vampires were dead was not entirely accurate and some drugs
did have an effect on them. Nicotine, Caffeine, Alcohol. These things,
though much more short lived in a vampire's system, still had their
expected effect when consumed.
	Both Jasmine and Michelle had a cup of coffee, talking some, while
deliberately avoiding any discussion of vampirism.
	Finally Michelle took their cups to the kitchen and then returned
to the living room and Jasmine's plush, overstuffed couch. "We have time,
we can be miles from here by sunrise even if we stay 'till midnight." The
girl said.
	"I know." Jasmine did not want to deny the girl's desires. She knew
she should but she wanted the contact as badly as the girl did.
	The vampire welcomed the child's kisses and touch as she sat on the
couch and nearly dove in to her arms. Michelle was hungry, for blood, for
sex, for anything that would help her to quell the fire that burned in her
now. Vampire youth was a time of want. It was nothing compared to what
Michelle had already experienced, the burn of hunger while still within her
mortal self, but it was still a powerful driving force.
	The girl stripped her clothes off and began to tear and pulled at
Jasmine's. The vampire obliged her and soon they fell back on the couch
naked, kissing and grasping at one another.
	Michelle's eyes went yellow. The beast was rising. She made her way
to Jasmine's breasts, kissing and nipping at them, teasing the vampire with
her tongue and teeth. She traced the curves of her mistress' body with her
lips until at last she reached the vampire's sex.
	Michelle lapped at her mistress, suckled her clit. She slid her
fingers deep in to the vampire, trying to practice what Jasmine had taught
her. She reached out with her thoughts, letting them meet with her
lover's. There was a better way though, and soon the tingle in her gums
reminded her as her teeth slid in to place. The girl moved to Jasmine's
thigh and pushed her teeth in to Jasmine' dark flesh. Blood welled in to
her mouth and she drank it down, lavishing in it. The vampire moaned and
writhed as she felt her blood moving to the girl the psychic link
strengthening between them.
	Michelle seemed as if she knew what to do. As the vampire neared
climax she pushed their mixed blood back through her teeth in to the
vampire's leg and Jasmine cried out with ecstasy.  Michelle shuddered and
writhed on the bed feeling what her mistress felt, dizzy with Jasmine's
blood and high from the rush of life now coursing through her.
	The blood was different. She had tasted her mistress before and it
was nothing like this. Jasmine seemed stronger. More powerful. Her blood
seemed even more alive than both of Michelle's kills put together.
	"What is this?" Michelle finally managed as the climax subsided and
she caught her breath.
	"Elder blood. I don't know what you'll get from it but you'll know
in time." Jasmine pulled herself up and turned to face the girl. She kissed
her gently and smiled. "Ready for more?" She asked. They were stuck in one
another's heads at the moment but when Jasmine finished it would take them
both hours to fully sort out where one began and the other ended.
	The vampire stroked the girl's breasts and pinched her nipples. She
leaned in and suckled the girl's breasts until Michelle's breath grew
heavier. She moved down the girl's body, dragging her nails lightly as she
did, causing shivers to run through them both.
	Jasmine casually manipulated the child's sex with her fingers as
she pushed her teeth in to the fold of the girl's thigh. She suckled the
blood slowly, she did not want to take enough to counter the effect of
Michelle feeding from her.
	Michelle was quick to build to climax and as before, just as she
reached the peak of orgasm, Jasmine pushed their blood back in to the
girl's body.
	To reinforce a link that was already so strong locked them together
in the climax of both the sex and the feeding. They would feed off of one
another's pleasure, dragging this entire episode out as long as they could
both manage it.
	Sex and blood, blood and sex, it was all one thing in the world of
the vampire. Love, death, killing, life, the lines between all of them were
blurred and it became difficult to tell any of it apart.
	Jasmine managed to lay next to the girl as the climax subsided. The
scent of blood and the child's sex still beckoned her but she had already
exhausted herself. Michelle was dozing next to her, drifting on their link,
aware and yet dazzled beyond coherence.
	In an hour they would have to force themselves to collect their
heads and leave but for now the vampire was content to hold her young lover
and listen to her meandering thoughts.
	Crusaders, the complexity of two feeding vampires traveling
together, the danger of Michelle's unsupervised kill. It all seemed distant
at that moment. Now was pleasure, elation. There would always be time for
danger.
	Jasmine kissed the back of the girl's neck and smiled to
herself. She was sure with time Michelle would come around fully and they
would be happy again.
	"You can fly now." Michelle said sleepily. Jasmine smiled and
nodded her head but the girl was already unconscious.