only a vampire with an ability can give you." Vince murmured.
Viktoria looked slightly disturbed at this. "Why do I need a vampire's energy, Vince? What aren't you telling me?"
"Because, the vampire part of your soul is dying out, you need someone's energy or you'll just...die." He choked out the last part, knowing that it was true, completely and utterly true. His Viktoria was going to die if he didn't let Splice feed her with his energy...
"Who- who's going to be, you know, feeding me?" Viktoria grounded out, her voice barely above a whisper, her food forgotten.
"Splice,"
"Oh, God." She sighed out between a sort of gasp/sob. "Why can't you do that? How do you do that?" She wondered , her anxiety reaching maximum, Vince could feel it.
"I can't do that because I don't have any special powers and you NEED someone with an ability , with a strong soul. Splice has both; I don't." Vince sighed, looking away and running a hand through his black-as-midnight hair, pushing it away from his pale face and scarlet eyes.
"Splice is going to stop by your room tonight, angel." Was all he said before striding off, leaving h er second question unanswered.
Viktoria was in her room at sunrise, sitting there, staring blankly at a corner of the ceiling, confusion and misery wrapping around her. She didn't know what the hell was going on, or what Splice was going to do. Tori didn't want to have another encounter with Vince's cousin like she had earlier.
She stroked her gauze-clad arms restlessly, staring at the white fabric, wondering.... what was under this wrapping...? Her fingers were shaking subtly as she found the tail of the gauze and began unwinding it, slowly, layer by layer until....she saw something that she had never seen before.
On her arm were lace-like patterns in silver, dancing all over her flesh. The one thing that stood out the most to her was the mini splayed-out hand tattooed onto the inside of her wrist...Tori shifted her gaze to her left wrist where gauze was also coating her flesh. She unwrapped that, too, and saw a small fist, a closed hand...
Tori recalled the small silver tattoo on Splice's arm, it looked exactly like the image on her left wrist....what did that mean? She was musing over this when there was a sullen knock on her door.
"Come in, it's open!" She called, her voice no higher than necessary.
The door creaked open and closed when a tall, slim figure in black and white entered, eyes blazing crimson...for a moment, Tori thought it was Vince, but that faded the moment she saw the broader shoulders, the jeans, and the way Splice walked. Just as confident, but calculating, cautious.
"You ready?" Splice wondered, leaning against a wall by her bed.
She sighed, pushing her white hair away from her face pensively. Splice had gone over what he was going to do with her a few hours ago. "No, not really," she answered, "but I don't think I'll ever be. Let's just get started."
Splice moved closer and everything around her disappeared into a scarlet haze as his eyes engulfed her, his hands moved to her waist, and both of their sets of fangs sliced into the others necks.
This, Tori thought suddenly, guiltily, was better than any ecstasy she had ever felt...even with Vince.
Chapter 28
Tori found herself wrapped in a pair of comforting, cool arms. They seemed to be made just right for her as if a master sculptor had chiseled out the right places for her chin to rest on his bicep, carved the shapes of her legs so they fit nicely with his hips as she hitched them up and pulled him closer to her. His hands rested lazily at the dip in her lower back, his weight held just right so she could barely feel him, but just enough so she could still savor the sense of his body pressed close to her.
Tori felt stronger than usual in his arms, she felt invincible, powerful, superior ....like a vampire. Thi s was her
Viktoria looked slightly disturbed at this. "Why do I need a vampire's energy, Vince? What aren't you telling me?"
"Because, the vampire part of your soul is dying out, you need someone's energy or you'll just...die." He choked out the last part, knowing that it was true, completely and utterly true. His Viktoria was going to die if he didn't let Splice feed her with his energy...
"Who- who's going to be, you know, feeding me?" Viktoria grounded out, her voice barely above a whisper, her food forgotten.
"Splice,"
"Oh, God." She sighed out between a sort of gasp/sob. "Why can't you do that? How do you do that?" She wondered , her anxiety reaching maximum, Vince could feel it.
"I can't do that because I don't have any special powers and you NEED someone with an ability , with a strong soul. Splice has both; I don't." Vince sighed, looking away and running a hand through his black-as-midnight hair, pushing it away from his pale face and scarlet eyes.
"Splice is going to stop by your room tonight, angel." Was all he said before striding off, leaving h er second question unanswered.
Viktoria was in her room at sunrise, sitting there, staring blankly at a corner of the ceiling, confusion and misery wrapping around her. She didn't know what the hell was going on, or what Splice was going to do. Tori didn't want to have another encounter with Vince's cousin like she had earlier.
She stroked her gauze-clad arms restlessly, staring at the white fabric, wondering.... what was under this wrapping...? Her fingers were shaking subtly as she found the tail of the gauze and began unwinding it, slowly, layer by layer until....she saw something that she had never seen before.
On her arm were lace-like patterns in silver, dancing all over her flesh. The one thing that stood out the most to her was the mini splayed-out hand tattooed onto the inside of her wrist...Tori shifted her gaze to her left wrist where gauze was also coating her flesh. She unwrapped that, too, and saw a small fist, a closed hand...
Tori recalled the small silver tattoo on Splice's arm, it looked exactly like the image on her left wrist....what did that mean? She was musing over this when there was a sullen knock on her door.
"Come in, it's open!" She called, her voice no higher than necessary.
The door creaked open and closed when a tall, slim figure in black and white entered, eyes blazing crimson...for a moment, Tori thought it was Vince, but that faded the moment she saw the broader shoulders, the jeans, and the way Splice walked. Just as confident, but calculating, cautious.
"You ready?" Splice wondered, leaning against a wall by her bed.
She sighed, pushing her white hair away from her face pensively. Splice had gone over what he was going to do with her a few hours ago. "No, not really," she answered, "but I don't think I'll ever be. Let's just get started."
Splice moved closer and everything around her disappeared into a scarlet haze as his eyes engulfed her, his hands moved to her waist, and both of their sets of fangs sliced into the others necks.
This, Tori thought suddenly, guiltily, was better than any ecstasy she had ever felt...even with Vince.
Chapter 28
Tori found herself wrapped in a pair of comforting, cool arms. They seemed to be made just right for her as if a master sculptor had chiseled out the right places for her chin to rest on his bicep, carved the shapes of her legs so they fit nicely with his hips as she hitched them up and pulled him closer to her. His hands rested lazily at the dip in her lower back, his weight held just right so she could barely feel him, but just enough so she could still savor the sense of his body pressed close to her.
Tori felt stronger than usual in his arms, she felt invincible, powerful, superior ....like a vampire. Thi s was her
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