Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content between two consenting adults. We've (finally) got some satisfying Bella-on-Victoria action (or should I say Victoria-on-Bella? :P). Either way, yeah, this is most definitely NSFW and we're undoubtedly in M-rated territory. Just a warning.

Notice I'm also going to be going back and doing some major editing on this story eventually, because god, rereading certain parts just makes me cringe. The first chapter's fine. The second and third chapters are alright, but four through eight are just painful. Like, what the fuck was I thinking? The plot's where I want it now, but the way I executed it was just sad.

So yeah, that's going to be a thing... eventually.

Also you can thank Iarna for getting me off my ass and finally doing this chapter.

Chapter 10:
Changes

"It's your choice," Victoria said, and I couldn't help but be thankful for how she was letting me have control about this.

Still, I forced a smile, knowing I couldn't put this off forever. "There's no time like the present, right?"

She nodded slightly, and I reached out for her hand, leading us into the forest.

That night, I once again slept in her arms, loving every second of the feeling of it. The sense of content I had when I woke up and the first thing I saw was her face …there was nothing I'd felt that could compare. Never, not even with Edward had I felt the way I did with Victoria.

… Yeah, okay. I had it bad.

But at least I could admit it!

Thursday was largely the same weather as Wednesday, overcast clouds and all, so Victoria had offered to walk around town with me as I got breakfast. We'd spent the day passively, with the redhead telling me about what the area had been like four hundred years prior, how what was once a mostly wooden village with cobblestone roads was now the concrete town around us.

I'd enjoyed simply walking with her, despite the Voice in my head cutting in every so often with its haughty, cynical commentary, which —despite hating to admit it— I was starting to find slightly amusing and entertaining. When it wasn't directed at me, that is.

I still didn't know why I even had a voice in my head or how it had happened, but I'd resigned myself to its presence. At least, for now.

I… was pretty sure it meant I was at least partly crazy, but, I mean, what else could I do? It wasn't like I could somehow remove what was ostensibly a piece of my own psyche made manifest because of how screwed up I was. That didn't exactly seem like a smart solution, either. Mental mutilation was generally something to be avoided.

Anyways, Victoria… Victoria. She'd backed off a little bit from that first day, but she was still being mildly possessive and wary. She tried to be in contact with me as much as possible as we walked about Athlone, yet she was also hesitant, like she wasn't quite sure what she should be doing, how to act.

She was adorable.

…And God did it ever make me want to drag her into an alley and kiss her senseless. It was hard to restrain myself. The first time I'd actually had something tempting me that badly, actually. There'd been lust with Edward, sure. But it was nothing like this all-consuming desire I had in the pit of my stomach for her.

Any chance of me denying being bisexual (or at least Vicky-sexual) was pretty much dust in the wind at that point.

…Damn my teenage hormones.

She got me so worked up just by doing nothing, and I knew without a doubt that she knew what she was doing to me with that sense of smell of hers. Which… I probably should have found more embarrassing than I really did, except it was Victoria, and it was one of those things that you couldn't really do anything about, just accept it. It honestly just turned me on more.

So yeah. I knew she could tell I was wound up pretty much the entire afternoon, and her little reassuring touches did nothing to help me desire to touch her, kiss her, taste her, drown myself with her.

She may have been the more primal, animalistic of us thanks to being a vampire, but it did nothing to ease my raging desire to claim her as mine, whether that was just a bite-mark, a red spot on her flawless skin, or something else.

Unfortunately, I knew that human teeth would have absolutely no affect on the ridiculously durable surface vampires called 'skin'.

You'd more than likely break them, dumbass, the voice had added when I'd thought about it.

So I simply had to settle with leaning on her and kissing her as much as possible.

And believe me, I took full advantage of every possibility, at least while attempting to be discreet. I'm… pretty sure I didn't really succeed.

My pool of experience in terms of kissing was limited to Edward and the couple of boys that I'd experimented with before him in Phoenix, but still, Victoria was by far the best, leaving me breathless almost every time.

I took consolation in the fact that she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. It gave me perpetual butterflies in my stomach. …Among other things. I certainly couldn't have been the most experienced person she'd done this with, but she didn't seem to care at all.

And that… made me feel pretty warm inside. Because she cared. Truly, cared about me. Not about what I could do —or what I could be for her, like it had felt like with Edward— but because I was who I was.

Plain, simple Bella. Except… not so plain and simple, to her. To her I was strong. "Powerful". She had this sense of respect for me, like I was a force to be reckoned with, and it was rather intoxicating.

She didn't treat me like someone who needed protecting. Oh, she was possessive—I've already said that. But it wasn't that overbearing possessiveness, like I was fine china. It was an assuring possessiveness of being wanted, which was warm and comforting.

I enjoyed it, milking the feeling for all its worth, because it was such a rarity.

Renée was scatterbrained, a free spirit at heart. She loved me, but it was in her own special way, flitting about like the wind. Charlie was a rock, stable, but awkward and always resting at the edge, never intruding. But Victoria?

Victoria was fire, and I loved every bit of it, even if it meant I ended up getting burned.

I stood up on my tip-toes to kiss Victoria just as she turned around after closing the door to our room. And this kiss… this held all of my want and suppressed desire that I'd been carrying around all day, the feelings that she'd incited in me.

I felt her lips form a smile against mine, before she pulled me closer, her hands above my hips on my waist. Our bodies pressed together, and I could easily feel that she wasn't wearing a bra.

A warm tension started building below my middle, and I moaned into her mouth as the kiss moved beyond just lips, a slip of her tongue running across my teeth. I opened myself, yielding to her, wordlessly giving her permission to continue. Because stopping couldn't have been further on my mind.

The taste of her venom was sweet and tingled on my tongue. It was like nothing I'd ever tasted before; I was addicted the second I'd tasted it.

Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, cold fingers dancing across my lower back and igniting lines of fire on my skin. I pushed myself closer to her, leaving no room between us, my hands gripping her jacket tightly.

Without warning she pulled her head back and picked me up, carrying me to the bed in the blink of an eye, causing me to squeak when I was placed unexpectedly on the surface.

Her lips returned to mine, and any sudden surprise was immediately forgotten.

After a minute or two, she pulled back, allowing me to try and catch my breath. Once I'd recovered enough, my heart still pounding, I looked up and stared at her bright red eyes.

"Is it later?"

She smirked, her fingers trailing over my stomach, fanning the molten feeling inside me and only causing the sheer need I had for her right then to grow.

"Do you want it to be?"

I nodded, not trusting my mouth.

Her grin widened, but then fell slightly before disappearing completely, the confident, aggressive girl straddling me suddenly replaced by an abashed and mildly unsure teen.

I felt my eyebrows scrunch together. "What's wrong?"

Victoria bit her lip, looking away slightly. "I… I've never done anything like this with a human. I'm worried I might hurt you."

"I don't care. I trust you," I told her, trying to put all of my emotion and feelings into the words.

She turned back to me. "It's not a matter of you trusting me. I do not trust myself."

"W-well, we don't have to go that far," I said, feeling a deep blush rising to my face.

…Despite the fact that I really, really wanted to right then.

Stupid hormones.

"Let's just… see what happens, okay?" I offered.

Victoria nodded hesitantly.

I reached up with my right hand, placing it behind her neck and then gently tugging her head back towards me.

Obviously, if she hadn't wanted to move, there would have been nothing I could do. I would've had more luck with a granite statue. But she complied nonetheless, allowing me to bring her back down until her lips were in contact with mine.

I was worried about this, though I didn't show it.

Bella was human and very very prone to being broken, as the cast on her left arm and still-present bandages around her chest evidenced, and I didn't want to break her any further.

Such a thing… it made my chest ache harshly, for some indiscernible reason.

It was funny. A little over a month prior, and I'd been actively planning on harming her, practically salivating at the opportunity, fantasizing about what it would be like to break her. But now, I couldn't even bear to imagine it.

How we could change, in such little time.

I'd never have guessed it, before. Immutability inherently means that there is no change. Yet the introduction of such a volatile element had altered that entirely, leaving me no opportunity to do anything but adapt or fail.

Failure was not an option.

Not with her.

Not with Bella.

I'd seen both sides of her. Fragile, yet strong. Glass, yet steel. Vulnerable, but resolute.

It baffled me how I'd missed the signs, now that I had and they were so obvious. The excuse might have held up for myself, as I'd been too focused on Bella to pay any attention to what had been happening, but I should have noticed her.

It was simultaneously intoxicating and frightening.

To hold someone in the palm of your hand, to be the one that could alternately build them up or break them.

Love is such a dangerous thing.

It could heal or hurt, and I shuddered to imagine what it would be like if Bella was ripped away from me now. I had lost James, and Bella had been swept into my life and somehow started piecing me back together, bit by bit. Without her, I couldn't help but think that I would fall apart once more, even worse than before.

I didn't want to imagine a world without someone like her (without her) standing next to me.

And so I poured all of my feelings into my attentions to her, ever aware of her inherent fragility.

Friday… well, let's just say that the way Victoria woke me in the morning was extremely satisfying, leaving my legs little more than jelly even if nothing had really happened other than kissing.

It rained almost all of Friday, only a twenty minute reprieve around noon and then seeming to end at two …until it started up again at five.

So much like Forks. So much.

So instead of going out again, Victoria and I stayed in our room after getting a very simple breakfast from the inn itself. I mostly lounged on the bed, Victoria at my side, until I remembered the phone Alice had given me.

Taking my head off of Victoria's shoulder, I lazily rolled out of bed, the redhead watching me curiously. I dug through my backpack, eventually finding the BlackBerry sandwiched between two shirts.

It was completely dead.

Sighing, I dug through my bag some more, getting out my own phone charger which thankfully used the same type of cable.

Wandering back to the bed, I plugged the phone into the wall outlet behind the bedside table, the phone beeping and the screen turning on as it started.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the screen, waiting for it to finish when Victoria's voice came from behind me.

"What are you doing with that?"

I turned so I could see her and gave her a slightly guilty look. "I promised Alice I'd keep in touch, but I haven't texted her or anything since we got here…"

A low growl came from Victoria's chest. A jealous, mildly possessive sound. "Do you have to?" If it wasn't Victoria, I would have said it almost sounded whiny.

"No… but it's not like we're doing anything else right now," I said, looking over at her. "Unless you have some surprise I didn't know about?"

Victoria gave another low rumble, and I fixed her with a look.

She growled harder, but after staring at each other for thirty seconds, she broke it off and looked away.

"Fine," she said petulantly, crossing her arms and staring at the ceiling.

The phone finished turning on, and I brought my legs back up onto the bed, moving myself closer to Victoria while holding it in front of me. "Here. I'll even let you watch if it makes you feel better."

I felt her move her head so that it was resting above my shoulder, staring at the screen in my hands. It took a few minutes to figure out how to open up the text messaging application and start a new message to the number that was stored in the phone under 'Alice'.

I kept it simple.

'Hi.'

Okay, not the height of eloquence, but I wasn't quite sure how to talk to Alice right now. She'd disappeared from my life, and then suddenly swept into it again in a manner that was totally befitting of her hurricane-like presence, but it left me adrift and lost as how to reach out to her, the ease at which I'd been able to talk with my best friend having left when she and her family had.

'Hi Bella! Took you long enough. Been busy? ;)'

I flushed. Damnit Alice. Even halfway across the world it seemed like she couldn't help but tease me. Still, it brought a flicker of warmth back to me that I hadn't even noticed was missing.

'Ha ha. You would know, I sent back, just imagining the peals of laughter and knowing smirk the double entendre would get. 'But no.'

'Aw. Doing anything fun? There's so much history!'

'We saw the castle. And we've walked around. But it's just like Forks.'

'Welcome to British weather, luv. :P' she replied. And then immediately after came a second message. 'Besides, you'll be having visitors in five hours, so you won't be bored for very long!'

Behind me, Victoria froze, becoming as immovable as marble.

I wasn't really in the mood for Alice's games, especially with Victoria's reaction, so I decided to just be blunt. 'What?'

'The Irish group, silly.'

Oh.

Oh.

Five hours?

So soon?

I swallowed, and vaguely noticed that the Blackberry in my hands was shaking. A white hand appeared in my vision, taking the phone from me and then rapid-fire typing out 'where?'

'Hi there!'

Victoria growled and seemed to be waiting for a further message, but one didn't come. Taking a breath, she let it out slowly between clenched teeth, and then typed out 'hello'

'See, that wasn't so hard.' Another text appeared before I'd even finished reading the first. 'Don't crush the phone!'

Victoria's fingers twitched, and then she suddenly let the phone drop from her grasp like it had burned her before her hand clenched, and it felt like her whole body was shivering.

Quivering in frustration and anger, I realized.

I pulled her arm down so that it was wrapped around my middle, hugging it to me and feeling the shudders as she leaned into my back. She buried her head in my shoulder, hugging me tightly. The phone buzzed a few times, but we both ignored it. It was minutes later, her forehead resting against the skin of my neck, that I felt the shivers start to slow.

"Where," I heard her mumble.

"What?"

"Ask her where."

I bit my lip, but picked up the phone, which held three new messages.

'I'm sorry!'
'I wasn't trying to make her angry!'
'If you don't move, they'll come to you. There's also a pub nearby that I've seen you all in.'

"She says she's sorry," I told Victoria.

She snorted into my neck, the sound muffled. "I don't see why. It's not like I shouldn't have expected it from her."

"What?"

"I was instrumental in ruining her life. She has every right to dislike me and be unfriendly," Victoria said, almost somberly.

I blinked, and then wriggled a bit so that I was twisted around and facing her. "No."

She stared at me. "Wha—"

I put a finger over her lips, silencing her.

"You did not 'ruin her life'," I said. "I know for a fact that's she's pretty happy now. You think she would have wanted to be stuck in an asylum for the rest of her life? Because I sure as hell wouldn't. Everything turned out for the best, even if it wasn't great at the time."

Victoria sighed, resting her head in my hair. "I still regret it."

"And she probably knows that, with her ability." I half expected to get a text right that moment confirming it, but Alice didn't interrupt the moment. "You don't have to beat yourself up over it."

I looked up to see her expression twist into a grimace. "Okay?" I asked.

She sighed again, nodding slightly. "Okay."

Two and a half hours of comfort and cuddling later, and Victoria seemed to have recovered her emotional balance and was being more herself.

Well, as much as I could say 'herself', considering how utterly different she was acting now compared to the weeks before.

"What time is it?"

I lifted my head up and looked over Victoria's shoulder at the alarm clock on the bedside table. "Eight."

She sighed. "You need to eat, don't you?"

"I… wouldn't mind having some food," I admitted. "Alice said that your friends either meet us here, or at some pub nearby. But are you okay for going out?"

Victoria took a deep breath. "Yes. We'll go there."

"Okay…" I accepted cautiously.

She huffed, and then kissed my forehead. "Thank you for caring for me so much, Bella. I don't know what I've done to earn it, but I promise that I will do everything to deserve it and keep it."

I blushed brilliantly. How was she so damned charming at a time like this? "If you keep saying things like that I won't be able to stop myself and we won't be going anywhere," I said, as composed as I could manage.

She laughed, tinkling bells and light on glass. "Come on then. Let's go get you some food and find this place."

I sat up, twisting around so I could get my feet on the floor and stand, Victoria blurring to the door of the room in under a second.

I rolled my eyes. Stupid vampires and their stupid abilities.

…Wait. I was going to be one soon.

The thought of that brought a grin to my face, and Victoria looked at me curiously. "What?" she asked.

I shook my head as I grabbed my jacket and walked towards her. "I just realized that soon I'll be able to keep up with you doing stuff like that."

Victoria smiled happily. "It will be nice, yes."

We walked outside, starting down the main road of Athlone as I struggled to keep focused on the places around us and not Victoria, looking for the pub Alice had been talking about.

We found one only a few blocks from the river that cut through the town, that at least seemed to be slightly restaurant-y as well.

Victoria once again just watched as I ordered (shepherd's pie this time), leaning her face on her hand.

I ordered a beer as well, figuring that I might as well try it at least once before I became a vampire, and the fact that it was entirely legal for an eighteen year-old made it a bit more appealing than it had been before—being the daughter of a police chief ingrained that sort of aversion into you.

The waitress had practically demanded it be a Guinness when I asked her for a suggestion and said I hadn't had anything before. 'Proper Irish beer,' she'd said.

…Not that I would know the difference.

It was bitter and strange and Victoria had outright laughed at my expression, but when I tried it again with my food it was significantly more palatable, complementing and being tempered by the heavy food.

I took my time, since we ostensibly had at least two and a half hours before the Irish coven would show up.

The hours passed surprisingly quickly, Victoria telling stories of her experiences and times across the Isles, what Australia had been like early in its colonization, the way London had changed over the years. She only once mentioned her human life, saying that she'd been a servant and nothing more. I didn't press her, remembering the way she'd looked after mentioning her sister in the plane.

Still, imagining Victoria as a servant girl was odd.

I didn't even notice them when they entered, too enraptured in Victoria's stories and the emotions that she displayed while telling them. It only seeing the waitress point at our table that drew my attention.

Victoria glanced over her shoulder to see what I was looking at and stiffened at the three figures walking towards the table.

As restrained as she could, though I could see it was a serious exercise of will, she got up and came around the table to my side, sitting next to me as they got closer.

The woman leading was practically an Amazon. She had to be over six feet, with muscles that wouldn't be out of place on an Olympian athlete. Somehow they didn't detract from the absolute sensuality she exuded as she moved forward with that fluidity that vampires had. Her black hair was tied up behind her head, and her eyes flicked over the room constantly, watching.

Behind her was a man even larger than her, at least three inches taller and just as well-built, with brown hair. He reminded me of Emmett, but only vaguely.

Trailing behind them, almost comically, was a young girl who had to be a whole foot shorter than the woman in the lead, with bright red curls and extremely pale skin. In her human life she probably would have been a poster-child for the stereotype of "Irish redheads".

And of course, they all had vivid red eyes. Unlike Victoria's, which had become comforting, these made me want to shiver under their gaze.

The man and woman reached our table, looking at me and Victoria momentarily before the man slid into the booth so he was across from me, the woman following to sit across from Victoria. The girl pulled a chair from another table over, sitting at the end between the woman and Victoria.

"Good evening, Siobhan," Victoria said, looking between the woman and who I assumed was her mate. "Liam." She looked at the girl to her right. "Maggie."

"Good evening, Victoria," Siobhan returned. "And this is the girl?"

The girl. I tensed.

"Bella," Victoria corrected, her hand coming to rest on my leg reassuringly.

"Bella, then," Siobhan returned. She turned to look at me, and I struggled not to shrink under her piercing look.

This was supremely uncomfortable.

"Bella. May I assume you're aware of what Victoria's requested of my… family?" Siobhan asked.

I nodded, swallowing. "To help. With… everything. With the change."

Siobhan nodded. "Normally, I wouldn't consider such a request, but considering who it came from…" Her eyes locked with Victoria's for a few moments, before looking back at me. "Victoria also said you have something unique."

My 'shield'. "Yes…?" I confirmed

"I'd like to see it."

A low rumble came from Victoria's chest until I put my hand on hers underneath the table, but her teeth remained slightly bared. "No."

Siobhan looked at Victoria. "No? Don't you think she can decide for herself?"

"It's not safe," Victoria gritted out, her hand tight on my leg. "She bled the last time. Do you think you could handle that? With how good she naturally smells?"

The brunette woman frowned.

"It's already appeared while she's like this. It's guaranteed to still be there after she changes. And I can do this without your help Siobhan. I'll take her to the Highlands and do this myself if need be."

For a moment, Siobhan looked at Victoria, the silent staring match between the two tense, before Siobhan sat back. "Fine."

Victoria relaxed slightly.

"When do you plan on doing this?" the woman asked.

I looked at the girl next to me, who was wearing a thoughtful expression, her lips pursed. "…As soon as possible."

I blinked. Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

Tonight? She was talking about tonight!?

Victoria glanced at me, a questioning look in her eyes. Was she wondering if this was okay?

It was more than okay.

I nodded minutely, and her eyes softened, before turning back to Siobhan, who'd been looking at her coven-mates.

After a few moments, she turned to face us, once more looking between Victoria and I. "We agree with this. We'll be at the same house you found us at before. Is there anything else?"

Victoria shook her head.

"Very well then. We'll expect you in a few hours," Siobhan said, before standing, her mate following her in slipping out of the bench. The two moved away quickly, but the girl—Maggie—lingered.

"I'm so happy you'll be staying with us," she said to Victoria, looking over at me as well with a warm smile. "We'll be waiting for you."

Victoria nodded, watching as the girl put her chair back from where she got it and trailed after her two companions.

For a moment, Victoria and I just sat there in the silence, before she looked at me. "Is this okay? Are you ready?"

I nodded, tears in my eyes, not from sadness but from happiness, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning up and pressing a kiss against her lips. "It's more than alright."

Victoria smiled at me, and my heart grew warmer.

"I suppose we should go get ready, then."

My arms were hugged to Victoria as she ran with me in her arms northwards.

It was a cool night, but the clouds had cleared enough to see the sky, barely affected by light pollution.

Suddenly, Victoria stopped in the middle of a field of grass on a hill, putting me down and quickly circling an area to the right where I stood, drawing a square of cloth out of her pocket and spreading it out on the soft area

"I… I wanted to do this right," she said, looking surprisingly vulnerable as she stared at me. "To make it as easy as I can and give you what I couldn't have."

I moved towards her almost unconsciously, reaching out until my hand was on her arm, already feeling the beginnings of that that telltale warmth and tightness below my stomach. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

She nodded, eyes flicking between my eyes and lips.

I made the decision for her, tilting up and pressing my lips against hers, softly, and then harder.

She responded instantly, soft lips moving against mine.

I took the initiative, unable to hold back as my tongue brushed against her lower lip, and she opened herself to me.

God, Victoria. I could have kissed this girl for days.

I had to draw back after a minute, flushed and breathless, and she took the opportunity to lift me up and move me onto the blanket, her clothes suddenly gone in a blink, leaving her only in black underwear.

I couldn't help but stare at her, in awe of the beauty she exuded, the warmth inside me flaring dangerously.

In the next moment she was over me, leaning down and I reached up to meet her kiss, returning to the open battle between us. My right hand drifted from where it had rested on her hips, moving over her back, letting me feel softness of her skin. I needed more.

"Clothes. Off," I said breathlessly, and she helped me lever my shirt off and draw my jeans away with my socks, so that I matched her.

I arched up into her, trying to get as much contact as possible, my hand trailing over her side and up to her breast as she moved away from my lips to pepper kisses along my jawline, her own hand lightly moving over my stomach.

My bra was suddenly gone, Victoria's lips around my nipple as I groaned, trying to get more as I pressed up into her. She lapped at it, drawing her tongue across and nipping at it before switching to my right, giving it the same treatment

I could feel the dampness between my legs, and knew that my underwear would be a complete loss.

Victoria's hand trailed lower, moving over my panties to cup my mound, fingers gently pressing and drawing across, teasing as I tried to kiss every, any inch of skin I could access.

"Please," I whimpered, and she shifted, her mouth traveling up to my collar bone and across my neck before meeting mine again even as her hand moved back up and then under my underwear, dipping lower and lower until they were touching my folds, her finger lightly moving around, before coming back up and circling my clit.

I groaned. "Fuck" My chest was heaving as she touched me, slick wetness following her fingers before she pulled her hand out and lifted it to her mouth, sticking her fingers in and licking.

Oh god.

"Underwear. Everything. Now." I panted, and she obliged, everything gone in an instant.

She ground down against me, and I was surprised by the amount of cool wetness I could feel, even as she gave me me relief with that wonderful friction and made me moan breathlessly.

"Please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease."

Her hand reached down again, fingers spreading my folds and running up and down, drawing my clit from its hood with her thumb as her index and middle fingers went down, down, circling my entrance, teasing.

I was lost, utterly lost, unable to do anything.

Her fingers stopped circling and began probing, slowly, achingly, before without warning they entered me.

It was different so different from anything else I'd felt, from the experimentation I'd done with myself and various things. She was cool, not ice but cool enough to make me imminently aware of where her fingers were, pushing inside me before drawing out, beginning to move back and forth as her thumb pressed over my clit.

She curled her fingers and I saw stars behind my eyelids.

"Victoria. Victoria. Oh god, please," I groaned.

Without any warning there was something wet and soft and flat pressed to me, lapping and teasing.

Fuck.

Her tongue flicked at that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my folds even as her fingers sped up, that wonderful pressure against my front wall making me gasp again and again.

I couldn't help myself, grinding my crotch against her mouth and tongue, my hips moving on their own as I was built up higher and higher.

I was close god I was so close I was almost there.

"Victoria. Victoria, Victoria Oh fuck. Fuck. I can't. Oh god."

And then she nibbled at my clit and I couldn't handle it. "Victoria!"

My whole body shuddered in what had to be the strongest orgasm in my life, muscles clenching and my left arm pressing in its cast, causing a pain that was absolutely delicious at that moment. The aftershocks rolled through me, and I expected her to slow down but her tongue and fingers kept moving, not letting me recover as they built me back up faster than ever.

Fucking… I couldn't I couldn't this was too much my heart.

My heart was pounding as she pushed me over the edge again in seconds, not even letting the aftershocks pass, and I shook.

I was so sensitive. So sensitive and yet the pain somehow made it even better and I wanted more.

And then without warning, something sharp sliced into my thigh and for the third time in less than two minutes I went over, the orgasm not nearly as intense as the previous two but instead washing over me like an inevitable wave, pressing down and carrying me along.

The pain from my thigh began spreading, and Victoria kissed her way up my abdomen, my chest, my breasts, before she reached my mouth and kissed me, letting me taste myself on her tongue.

A shudder rolled through me just from that.

She drew back, staring me in the eyes. "I will be here," she said, and her words meant everything to me.

She was here. She would stay.

And then as the fire in my leg began to burn she leaned down and kissed my neck, and then bit, and I could just feel it as she drank at my blood, swallowing softly as I grew colder and colder, leaving me unable to do anything but stare at the beautiful night stars in the sky. And yet impossible flames spread through me, that had first been comforting but now were painful and I almost couldn't think because of it.

After half a minute, she drew back, looking at me before kissing me and letting me taste my own blood, sharply metallic and somehow I found it appealing even through the sharp burning .

The voice in my head chuckled. Not even a vampire yet and you already like the taste of blood, it said lethargically, matching my own slowing thoughts that were bathed in pain.

Victoria pulled away, staring down at my eyes and letting me see those beautiful crimson irides as a girl began screaming.

"I love you," she whispered, and stroked my face gently.

The flames burned brighter, growing hotter and hotter like molten lava, like plasma in my veins, like the sun was inside me, burning me to ash and this was too much I couldn't I couldn't why had she done this to me how could she have done this—

And then the fire consumed me entirely and there was only agony and screams.