Sylvie

Instantly locked in place and forced to comply with Sylvie’s words, Casey’s light demeanor changed and rage was coursing through her body, but lacked the means to act on it.  Listening to the last thing Sylvie said, Casey felt that pang of guilt that hit her in conjunction with the four scars on her neck. “I felt guilty, but you said not to.”  Once she answered the command to be silent resumed and she snapped her mouth shut.

Walking over to the small pair of dice speakers Sylvie picked up the player and started playing an older ballad from the band Chicago.  Pausing the song, Sylvie looked back at her partner and softly blinked her moontouched eyes. “Music speaks to you Casey.  Why do I know this?”  She started the song, ‘You’re the Inspiration’ and wiggle-danced her way back to Casey and cupped her newborn vampire’s ivory cheeks once again. “I know because..I do love you.”  Sylvie paused as the band reached the lines of the song she wanted to emphasize. “Here we go, Casey.”

..And I know, yes, I know that it's plain to see
So in love when we're together
Now I know
That I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know (Yes, you need to know)

You're the meaning in my life
You're the inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You're the inspiration

Mimicking the intended lyrics for her lover to hear and feel, Sylvie slipped a tiny command in a whisper, “Dance with me, Darling.”  Spinning slowly and staring into each other’s eyes, the song slowly came to an end and the little device went silent. “Casey.”  Sylvie released her lover from the heavy-handed command that was holding her in place and patted Casey’s chest lightly. “We have a different type of love, but it is just as strong.  You can’t define us based on what you saw from them…or any other couple.”  Sylvie smiled, “I had roughly a year to get to know you, We were the best of friends.”  Hesitating for a second, Sylvie ran over and pressed the button so more music would play, then hastily went back to Casey’s arms. “I know what you used to like for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  I know how you like to pin your hair back, so that it’s both not in your eyes or covering your ears.”  Sylvie dropped her finger under Casey’s chin. “You…you..”  Unable to contain her emotion any longer, Sylvie’s half-moon eyes rained tears down her face. “...you fed me when I was unconscious, you spoke to me while I was in a vision, you anticipate my needs before I even know I need them.”  Sylvie flipped her blue bow-ridden hair, “You do things like this…these bows.” Sylvie grabbed Casey tight, “If that isn’t love, then I don’t know what love is.”  Tenderly brushing her lips against Casey’s, Sylvie sighed contently. “That isn’t lust, Casey…please…please put all this doubt away once and for all…Just two days ago, we danced here and didn’t question the love between us.”

Stunned to silence, Casey felt the anger that was in her body melt away and she fell against Sylvie and began crying as well.

-She knew..she knows…you know.  Rivers, you were just…what?  what was it…unimportant.  She spelled it out clearly and what is important is that you felt every word cuddle and comfort your very essence.-

It took a few more minutes of quietly dancing and touching Sylvie along her shoulders and back before Casey spoke. “I guess I thought we were missing something with how…how…we weren’t constantly telling each other…”  Casey smiled, “We are certainly unbreakable, Sylvie.  We swore never to be apart.”

“Good that you re-”  Sylvie stopped when Casey put her finger over her lips.

“Shhh, you domineering brat.”  Casey winked, “..Yes, of course I remembered.  Not what I was going to say.”  She paused and pulled her finger away, “I’ve never had anyone so…in my head and heart, if that makes sense.”  She laughed, “I just needed a reminder like you said.”

“No. I said refresher. I see how much you lis–”  Sylvie was quieted by a soft kiss on her lips.

Whispering lightly while they flexed into their kiss, Casey eased the comforting words, “Shhh, Taini.  Just kiss me, if you please.”

Offering as much sympathy as he could to the woman in his arms that he felt was his soulmate, Alan gently kissed Veronica’s forehead and held her tight against his bare chest. “Amber will understand darling.”  Alan whispered gently. “If you’d like I can keep her calm while we work everything out.”

“She’s going to hate me, Alan.”  Veronica sniffled and looked into Alan’s brown eyes. “I can’t even fathom what Mist—Sylvie will say.”  She lightly punched the bed in frustration. “We’ve made a mess of things Alan.”

A simple snort later, Alan shook his head and gently tugged on Veronica’s robe. “Nothing is a mess and there is nothing that a calm and rational discussion can’t resolve.”  He murmured friskily into Veronica’s neck. “Now come over here and let's…settle this.”

Giggling with nervous delight, Veronica crawled over and untied her rope and exposed her perfectly rounded and pale breasts, complete with deep-brown nipples and seemed to call to Alan. “Alan Brown, you naughty boy.”  Veronica lowered her voice so it sounded slutty, “I was really hoping you would tear this off of me like a heat-driven sex demon…not a lump of …”  She playfully screamed when Alan lifted her with one arm and sat her on his hips. “…mmmhmmm, Just the right kind of horny, babe.”  She reached down and massaged his growing manhood through his leather pants.  Veronica leaned back and licked one of her fingers and pushed it deep inside of her bare cunny, twisting.

Blood, lots of blood…all the blood he had awakened and sent the thrill ride of sexual heat pulsing through his dead body.  When Veronica took command of her own needs, Alan leaned up and pressed his bright red and blood-stained lips to his partner’s. “Now who’s teasing who?”  Alan begged as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his hardness into the air. “Finally!”

Enjoying the control that her vampiric form allowed, Veronica breathed deep and got a little sex drunk from the heavy desire emanating from Alan. “Oh…”  She barely whispered and with a mind-shattering curl of her finger, Veronica leaned down on her free hand and began breathing heavily in an effort to find some relief from the heat and scents swirling between the couple.  A few contractions into her self-exploration of her pussy, Veronica knew her blood was calling out for Alan to consume.  “Al—always your blood bunny….baby.”  Thrusting inside herself until the tickle turned to a light tension, Veronica withdrew and used two of her fangs and bit her finger, offering it to Alan.