The Secret Way of It
The bathroom was warm, almost hot when I walked into it, but I barely noticed such things. I'd turned the heat on before retiring to my bed shortly after sunrise. I could have remained awake, but I wanted to give the two love birds time alone, which was a thought that cheered me considerably. Eve and Victor had of course been wet after I'd washed them and they'd feel the chill, and I had no desire to punish them that way. He'd had his three enemas finally, and Eve had swallowed three loads of the boy's semen. And then I'd left them all day in their bonds.
"Wake up." I stroked Victor's ass lightly with my fingertips.
They were both sleeping, Eve on her back, her arms chained around Victor's waist and her open mouth locked into place around his rigid penis. Victor himself was on his knees with his legs spread so that he straddled the girl, hunched over her with his ankles bound to eyebolts embedded into the tiled floor.
They were stiff and sore, I imagined, and had slept only fitfully as the human body doesn't like remaining in the same position for the fourteen hours they'd been like that. I was pleased to see that Victor had an erection at least and I gave Eve's pussy a little tap with my riding crop, rousing her so that she began sucking that penis even before she was fully awake, rather instinctively, I thought, and I wondered why.
"No, don't stop," I chuckled. "Bring him off again. You deserve it, Eve."
Of course this was merely a tease, a cruel one, because she wanted that cock out of her mouth as much as she'd wanted anything in her life. Eve's jaw would be aching from keeping it open as she had, her mouth painfully dry, her tongue swollen. So often the best torments were the simplest things.
Victor groaned and he desperately wanted to lift his body. His back must have felt like a ninety year old man's right about then, but Eve's mouth on his penis rather prevented him from moving too awfully far. Still, he was able to raise himself somewhat and stretch his arms.
I needed to release them soon, if only because Eve had her own specific tasks to perform every day and obviously she'd been indisposed. She was more than just a pleasure slave. Those were common and cheap and to have kept Eve solely for that would have been a genuine waste. She served as my assistant, my secretary, my agent in the real world of humans. She wasn't indispensable, no one could be that, but she had proven invaluable and I required someone like her.
"Do you need to cum, or is that a piss hard-on?" I gave Victor's ass a swift slap with the crop, and that was the only attire I possessed at that moment. I stood completely naked otherwise and I'd wheeled a cart over.
"Cum," Victor sighed, moving his hips while Eve sucked his cock, the girl having little choice in the matter.
"Then do it," I ordered him with a smile. I was in a rather good mood, largely because it had been too long since I'd punished Eve properly. She simply gave me far too few excuses to do it.
Five minutes later the boy still hadn't cum and I wondered if Eve hadn't brought him off more than the three times I knew about. Perhaps during that long day Victor had grown hard in her mouth and Eve had sucked him to completion merely to relieve the pressure of a swollen cock pressed inside her mouth. Or the boredom.
"That's enough," I shook my head. "You'll just have to suffer, Victor."
"I can cum…I'm…close…" He rocked his hips, trying to get off one more time, but I'd already begun untying the ligaments holding Eve's mouth in place, and then uncuffing her wrists so that she pushed her mouth away from Victor's turgid cock immediately.
"You may go," I told Eve, watching her slide out from beneath the boy and she nodded and even tried to answer me, but her jaw had grown much too stiff for words. She shot Victor a rather ungrateful look and I thought I saw some small amount of resentment there. I was genuinely surprised by her restraint.
"How many times have you cum today?" I asked Victor, out of real curiosity.
"Five…or six, I think." He licked his lips.
"Six times?" I laughed, glancing at Eve. "No wonder she loves you."
Eve immediately washed herself, taking a quick shower just a few feet away from us, and it was difficult not to stand there and admire her. She'd finish her toilet upstairs, in our smaller, more personal baths. She would eat, check my emails and voice mails and the postal mail. Make whatever arrangements were necessary for the good order of our apartments here and elsewhere. She would be happy that I'd been pleased with her, but rather less so that I'd wasted an entire day in such a frivolous way.
"Don't move yet," I pushed Victor back down. "I want to keep that little prick of yours hard."
I used a flexible cock ring, rather like an o-ring more than a rubber band, and it was a smaller one. Not because Victor's penis was small, it wasn't, but only because I wanted a very tight fit and it wasn't intended for the boy's cock in any case. I fitted the ring around his balls, pulling them back as he knelt on the floor in front of me. I handled him roughly so that the boy tried to pull away and I squeezed his balls hard, jerking him back with a groan.
"Don't tease me, Victor," I warned him playfully.
"What are you doing?"
"Mistress?" I laughed.
"What are you doing…Mistress?" he breathed as I let the rubber ring settle around the soft base of his loose testicles.
It made for a very tight fit and the base of Victor's scrotum and testes had been pulled through an opening half the diameter of a dime when I let the rubber ring go. The blood inside his scrotum would be trapped and his balls would begin to swell and darken.
"I'm castrating you," I told Victor lightly. "The slow way."
"W-What?" He turned his head and I squeezed his balls again, making him drop quickly for I very nearly crushed them in my fist. I thought he was going to vomit.
"You must call me Mistress, Victor," I whispered. "Or you won't get the answers you like."
His penis had begun to go soft and I used my hand on him, stroking his cock as the pain in his testes slowly went away. It took several long minutes, but finally he became hard for me and I reached for my little cart on which I'd placed everything I'd need to prepare Victor for his role as my newest toy.
I would use a metal sheath, I had several of them on the cart, of different lengths. It was important to fit Victor's penis properly. He was six inches or so from the base of his uncircumcised cock to just beneath the crown, the glans penis. I slid his foreskin up, over the head so I could pinch it between my thumb and finger, pulling it tight and I clamped it quickly, so that the soft smooth skin was drawn nicely taut.
"Have you seen one of these before?" I held up the sheath I'd selected for him.
"No, Mistress." He swallowed hard.
"It goes around your penis, you see?" I pulled the flexible aluminum apart slightly so he could see that it was a tube six inches long with the metal cut lengthwise along one side of it.
"It goes around your penis like this…Don't go soft on me or I'll be very disappointed." I fitted the tube around his cock easily, bending the metal open and then letting it close around him. The sheath was flexible, yet rigid enough for its purpose, and it retained its cylindrical shape wonderfully.
"How does that feel, Victor?" I asked, and it was a very good fit, just slightly snug as it should be.
I'd been careful not to pinch his skin in that long opening, which closed completely. One side of the sheath overlapped the other slightly, so that Victor now possessed a shiny silver shaft of metal with only his cockhead emerging from the end.
"It's…okay, Mistress," he allowed. "But…my balls…they…"
"Shhh…Don't worry about those," I told him. "They'll go numb soon enough."
I reached for the next items on my mental checklist.
"Now, I'm sure you've seen ring clamps before," I smiled, using a small screwdriver, the handle shaped very much like an old skeleton key to widen the first ring.
"Yes, Mistress." Victor was being a good boy now.
"These go around your sheath, see?" I put the first one over his cockhead and it slid down the aluminum shaft with the scratching of metal on metal.
I tightened it into place, about an inch from the base of Victor's cock, just until he winced slightly as that sheath began to constrict noticeably. Then I put on the second, roughly an inch below his cockhead, tightening that one as well, but tighter, compressing his cock by a quarter of inch perhaps, and then I went back to the first, doing the same thing.
"Ohhhh…fuck…" Victor was almost reaching back to stop me, because it was an uncomfortable experience beyond a certain point.
"You're okay," I chuckled, holding up the key. "I'll give this to Eve, I think. She'll enjoy having a little control over the cock she loves so much, don't you think?"
Victor's face was ashen and he'd started shaking just a little, which was disappointing. I hadn't really done anything to hurt him at all, except squeeze his balls. Certainly the sheath was nowhere near as tight as it would be later, and his balls were turning darker nicely, the sack becoming round and full, but not yet bloated. That would take some time yet.
No, I hadn't hurt Victor at all. I wondered at how slight his tolerance for pain must be. Or perhaps he thought I'd brought him here for a nice little threesome. That thought made me smile and I sighed, unlocking his ankles finally from those shackles he'd been wearing. He had some scratches, some bruising, but not a lot.
"This way now." I picked up my crop, smacking his butt with it like he was a domesticated animal, herding him out of the bathroom with his red balls hanging low like a big Easter egg and his silver cock bobbing up and down.
"I think I should be going, really…" Victor said quietly, as if there might be even the slightest chance that I'd let him leave.
"And I think I'll sew your lips shut," I replied. "Which do you think is more likely to happen, Victor?"
He was smart enough not to answer, or perhaps he was only afraid enough. I wasn't trying to frighten him though; this was all just harmless fun, so far.
"Welcome to Love," I smiled, opening the door for him.
Where Pain was a room with many wires and chains and pulleys and suspension devices of all sorts, Love was intended for much more primitive forms of bondage. There were several crucifixes along the far wall, the classic Roman cruciform, and an X-shaped one, another formed as an H, and another Z-shaped. They all had their uses and like most visitors, Victor's eyes were drawn to them immediately.
But it was a large room and I had a number of devices. Stocks and bonds, pommels and saddles mounted on wooden platforms. Chairs of various designs. Very nearly everything had restraints built into them of one form or another. They were all wooden, and most of the items were very old, originals from ages past, such as a rack from the Inquisition, still very functional and it was scarred and scorched and stained with centuries of blood.
Very few people had ever seen a proper rack and Victor didn't recognize it for what it was. Nor did he appreciate the wheel, upon which women and children had been broken during the sacking of Constantinople in the Fourth Crusade. It had been a gift from Nicolai and he'd been able to point at every nick and chip and discoloration, recounting their occasions and victims. As well he should, since he'd been one of the executioners.
The wheel served a merely decorative purpose now. I'd had it carefully mounted on the wall, and it was the only thing in that room I hadn't put to practical use. I used it for inspiration.
Victor had resisted finally, as he possessed no real love for me. He fought weakly at best, however, and even the strongest of men would have stood little chance against me. I racked him easily, binding him foot and hand with coarse rope that chafed his skin. I pulled him tight, listening to the creak of wood, the soft cracking of old rope drawn tight. And of course the soft popping of Victor's bones and tendons as they were pulled into and out of place, as the case may have been.
I didn't hurt him too much, and I merely wanted him immobile really, and frightened. I wanted him deathly afraid and the rack served that purpose well. I pierced him repeatedly as he laid there, beginning first his foreskin. I found the clamp crude and unsightly and so I used a simple ring of surgical steel to close his foreskin over the head of Victor's penis, which was turning red and swollen as the metal sheath was very snug around his swollen prick.
I pierced his nipples as well, with similar rings. It was only mildly painful, all of that, but Victor had grown unruly and loud, fighting his bondage as much as he was able, which is to say hardly at all. Still, he was exhausting himself needlessly and it annoyed me. Especially the noise and so I pierced his lips as well, using five somewhat larger rings to bind his upper and lower lips together.
That had been exceptionally painful for the boy.
His mouth was swollen and bloody, with five stainless rings spaced evenly from one corner of his lips to the other, like the delicate bars of a prison window. I rather liked the effect and Victor was much quieter now, even subdued as he breathed heavily through his runny nose. His brown eyes were wide and filled with horror, his pasty skin flushed and damp with perspiration. His cock stood upright and stiff in its silvery sheath, the head swollen and straining at the ring which confined it further beneath his taut foreskin. And his ball sack, it had only been a few hours, but already Victor's scrotum was nice and fat and round, bloated with trapped fluids and darkening sweetly.
I considered piercing his eyelids closed, as I'd never done that and I wondered if I had rings that would be suitable to the task. They'd have to be very delicate indeed and…
"Mistress." Eve had returned to me some three hours after loosing her.
She looked clean and fresh and recently fed, beautiful as ever and one would never suspect she'd spent the day locked to a cock. Eve ignored Victor completely, looking only at me and not directly, but with her eyes down.
"Have you finished your chores?" I asked her with a little smile, feeling happy to see her. Eve really was the only pure joy in my life now that I'd lost Wren.
"Yes, Mistress…" she hesitated, but knew she could speak freely. "There is some news, perhaps you would be interested."
"News?" I narrowed my eyes slightly. "What do you mean?"
It was only very rarely that Eve would draw something to my attention and the word 'news' meant very little. I knew what was happening in my city, I could sense its pulse, its energy even standing there in my apartment. I concerned myself not at all with human doings, only those of the others like myself. If there were anything wrong I would get a sense of it immediately and the world seemed right with me.
I suppose I thought immediately of 9/11 and all of that, which had rather infuriated me in the sense that it had happened in my city. I'd been tempted to find the person responsible myself and see to it that he spent an eternity in pain, for it was very much within my power to do so. I could turn him perhaps and keep him weak, malnourished and chained for a thousand years, visiting such torments as Dante himself had never dreamed.
But he had his own demons, and by that I mean very real ones and they'd protect him even as they consumed him, and so it was a battle best saved for the time and place of my choosing. I hadn't forgotten him though, and it was my first thought upon hearing that odd word tumble from Eve's soft lips.
"In California, Mistress." Eve licked her lips. "I have it upstairs."
"California?" I laughed. "Maybe it fell into the sea finally." I stroked Victor's taut belly and he groaned. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
The news was on CNN, but I disliked television entirely and I refused to entertain it. Eve used the computer to call up what she wanted me to see.
"…largest manhunts in recent years is underway in Northern California for suspects in the brutal slaying of two police officers…"
"…eye witness reported that one of the suspects, a young woman, was being questioned by two Sacramento police officers when she attacked and killed officer Stephen Jakobs, 29 of…"
"…officer Ramirez fired one round at the young woman, before she was killed with a blow to her neck and head by the second suspect, also female…"
"…I saw it, yeah, like this girl just jumped into the car, see? And then they hit the pole there and she came out, like covered with bleep blood and then the other cop, she shot the girl, but I don't know, cause I was bleep on my face, right? But the other one she had like a machete or something, I didn't see it, but it took the cop's head bleep off! bleep I never seen no bleep like that before…"
It was vaguely interesting, but I wasn't sure why I should care if a couple cracked up whores killed a couple vice cops in Sacramento. Things like that were not exactly common, but hardly significant to me. It was a good story for the news people and they were playing it up with eye witness accounts and expert opinions and historical precedents and comparisons, but…
Eve used the mouse to bring up a related article.
"…third body was found less than 50 yards away, on the roof of a liquor store. Police are withholding the name of the victim pending notification of next of kin. According to sources, the victim, a young white male, was found with his throat apparently cut and drained of blood. Investigators are attempting to establish a possible connection with the recent murder in Oregon of 18 year old Jason Reese, whose body was found under similar circumstances…"
So there were two of them and one had been feeding while the other had been stopped by the police for some reason. That seemed rather careless, I thought, if they were indeed vampires. We were not stupid, as a general rule, simply because survival of the fittest demanded no small degree of intelligence. But bad luck did happen, even to the most cautious of us.
"Are they vampires, Mistress?" Eve asked, as if I knew everything. She was very much like an adoring child in some ways.
"Possibly," I pursed my lips. "But either way it will be bad for the West Coast."
Anytime something like this happened, whether it was a vampire getting into trouble, or some cultists playing at being evil, it always aroused the media. Everyone loved a good vampire story and it would be too soon to discern all the facts. If they'd been using knives, as the one witness suggested, then they were almost certainly not vampires. Our teeth and hands were much more effective at killing than any blade could be.
The media would feed on it, drawing attention and so the police would be extra diligent, digging through old cases, calling in the FBI and their experts and voluminous data. Someone would be caught, it was inevitable, but they wouldn't be vampires in any event. Even if two of my kind had done this, they were beyond capture, beyond prosecution at the hands of humans. The rest of us would see to that. They'd be hunted by other vampires, killed and utterly removed from existence if our species faced certain discovery. It had happened several times in the past and it was perhaps the only way we could all be drawn together to a single, selfish cause.
I rather hoped that if they were vampires, these two women, that they'd hide themselves away safely. I'd never hunted with the pack, as Nicolai had called such affairs the one time he'd spoken of it. A dozen vampires, even more than that, working together to find and kill one of their own. Doubtless it was exhilarating, a challenge to quicken our heart and warm our blood, but I had no desire to leave my city. Not for that.
"You may…indulge yourself, Eve," I smiled at her. "Just leave him alive for my bed."
We were downstairs, back inside the room I called Love, and poor Victor now found himself at Eve's mercy. I would kill him in the morning, just before sleeping, but for now I just wanted to watch my beautiful slave exact whatever vengeance she felt necessary on Victor's helpless body.
I was hardly surprised when Eve dragged him literally by his hair, to a short pommel made of supple Corinthian leather. She pushed Victor over it lengthwise, face down, locking his hands and feet into stirrups designed for just such a purpose and so the boy's ass was elevated nicely.
Eve didn't speak, she rarely did, which was something else I enjoyed about her. It lent importance to what she did say and I was always attentive to her words. Victor of course could do little more than give guttural screams that were nicely muffled by his closed mouth. The rings were imbedded deep and there were five of them, so I doubted he'd pull them free.
I mulled over the news reports while I watched Eve don a long black leather glove over her right hand. It was supple and fitted her neatly and one of a kind, it had no left handed mate. The glove reached her elbow and made for a snug fit, with an elastic band sewn around the neck to keep it in place, but even so, I knew it would loosen soon.
She had a can of shortening, large like a five gallon paint can with metal handles. That was more for Eve's benefit than Victor's. I doubted the young man would have thanked her if he could. Eve shoved her hand into the can, moving her arm back and forth slowly for a moment, and then bringing forth a large handful of white grease which she slapped heavily onto Victor's anus.
Eve smeared it around for a minute, then worked a long black leather finger inside him, oblivious to Victor's efforts to tighten his buttocks and keep the girl out. Soon she added another finger, and then another, widening and stretching Victor's well lubricated asshole until she was finally able to get her last finger, and then her thumb inside him.
It may have felt good at first, for Victor seemed to be moaning through his closed mouth and moving his hips against Eve's penetrations, but when Eve finally had her hand inside the boy's ass, she was ready to punish him for daring to approach me in that underground club where he'd found us. That had been the worst of his sins, I knew, and Eve would make him pay. But I'm sure that spending a day with Victor's cock hard in her mouth hadn't helped Eve's disposition either, especially since he'd cum six times.
Victor must have been saving up, I thought with a smile.
Eve didn't push her arm inside his ass slowly. The limits of her patience had been reached just getting him to let her inside. Now that she was there, Eve punch fucked the boy hard, keeping her fist inside his rectum at first, slamming her arm forward into her prostrate and drawing it back for another. I watched as shortening seemed to spurt from Victor's sphincter, stretched unbelievably around Eve's wrist and then even more as her leather clad arm surged forward.
Victor began mewling, which is the sound that best describes his soft and high pitched sobs. His body jerked back and forth in time with Eve's efforts as she tore though his tender muscles and beat the young man's prostate into a pulp. Eventually Eve was pulling her hand completely out of Victor's ass, her black fist shiny and stained with oily blood. She'd slam her fist back inside, punching through Victor's anus, which was gaping raw anyway, until her fist impacted something solid enough to stop her. And that was very nearly to the elbow.
That was real punch fucking. In and out, destroying the boy's muscles, tearing the soft tissue of his rectum, rupturing his prostate and largely rendering Victor's bowels useless. After some thirty minutes of that, long after he'd passed out, Eve paused, pulling her hand free one last time and holding in her fingers some portion of unidentifiable flesh that she'd torn away. Even if Victor were to somehow survive his little visit to our apartments, he'd need a colostomy bag the rest of his life probably.
Eve glanced at me, reaching for the smelling salts so she could revive Victor. I merely smiled. They had many more hours to spend together in that room and he'd sleep later and forever.
I awoke to find Victor gone. I'd fed on him that morning and fallen asleep cradling his dead and broken body in my arms. Eve had removed him at some point and now she lay there in his stead. I'd long since given her permission to join me while I slept, and I know she often did, for I could smell her on the pillows and sheets, even if she herself was usually gone when I woke up.
Other times, like right then, I would find her close to me. Always awake, always watching me as I opened my eyes, and willing to perform whatever I might desire of her.
"Do you have it?" I asked her softly.
"Yes Mistress," she whispered, close enough that her lips brushed mine when she spoke.
"Put it inside me." I licked her lower lip with the tip of my tongue. "I'm wet already."
And I was wet and ready for Eve's phallus, a strap-on dildo that I particularly enjoyed. It was perhaps eight inches long and not so thick, but uneven with bumps and protrusions seemingly at random and I rolled onto my back, preferring to take her that way, with my legs over Eve's soft shoulders.
She entered me slowly at first, giving me an inch and taking it back, teasing me as she pushed my legs higher, rolling my ass up to meet her cock. Eve fucked me better than any man I'd ever had, knowing when I wanted it slow and when I wanted it hard and fast. She was a magician with that dildo, or a maestro perhaps, bringing out of me whatever sounds she desired.
"Yeah…Fuck me with it…Nice…Oh!" I gasped, watching her eyes in the gloom.
She could barely see me, but I saw her plainly. Eve was bright and glowing with an aura like no other. Every human has an aura, and other creatures as well. It was a measure of their passion and strength, of their life itself. Few persons I'd encountered had an aura so beautiful as Eve's and most of them were angels. When I'd first seen Eve, I'd known she was human, I could smell it on her, but that aura...It wasn't meant for her and so perhaps that was why she seemed so different. She was an angel in disguise, or a demon perhaps, who'd gotten lost during conception.
"An angel," I smiled, pulling Eve down to kiss me as she drove that cock deep inside my quivering sex. A dark angel trapped in a human body, that was Eve and I thought I was beginning to understand her finally.
"Oh Mistress…" She was breathing hard, grinding herself against, rotating that prick inside my cunt while I lay beneath her. My legs were bent back, very near my breasts and hard burning nipples, but it wasn't uncomfortable by any means.
I had my hands on Eve's thighs, pulling her to me, squeezing the walls of my cunt as I felt my orgasm rising, wanting to hold her cock inside me. She moved faster, fucking me eagerly, making me want it, making my heart beat quickly to push Victor's rich blood through my veins.
"Harder…" I smiled, giving her free reign over my body. "Fuck my cunt, Eve…I punished you with Victor…Take your reward now…Fuck me…Fuck…Me…"
I found my orgasm then, all of my thoughts and words lost to expression. I could only moan and kiss Eve's beautiful face, forcing my tongue into her sweet mouth, grinding my ass upward as best I could, needing that hard cock inside me. If I had a single regret in those precious moments when Eve made me cum, it was only that I hadn't yet found a way to bring her to orgasm as well. I longed to bring the girl off with me, so that we could cum together, just once.
Eve held herself impaled within me for several minutes, catching her breath while I regained my senses. I sighed when she pulled out of me and replaced the dildo with her mouth. She would eat me for a long time, and not because I demanded it, but because she wanted to worship me. If I'd stopped her, Eve would have taken it as a rebuke and so I just lay there, stretching my body and putting my fingers in Eve's hair, letting her mouth wander my sex, lapping at my juices and making me feel so good.
And it was during moments like that, while we were alone, just she and I, that I had thoughts of Turning her. She didn't want it, I knew that, and there was every chance that it would fail. I would end up killing her because it requires something more than the physical act to change a human into a vampire. Something metaphysical, intangible, like a specific soul perhaps, or a specific sort of soul.
But I wanted her and didn't want to see her age. I didn't want to see Eve at 40 or 50 or 60 years. I wanted her young and beautiful and with me forever. But Turning her…I sighed. It would fail and she'd die. Or it would succeed and she'd be unhappy with me, resenting always in her heart what I'd done to her.
Nicolai had told me that vampires most often dreamed of their mates, of the one they were meant to be with. Most often it would happen later, after several hundred years, or even a thousand, and the dreams would come, leading us to that one person. I'd asked him if he'd dreamt of me and he'd laughed, telling me that he wasn't that sort of vampire. He'd found me quite by accident, or perhaps not. He had been looking for someone like me for a long time.
I didn't know if I believed him or not. I hadn't dreamt of anyone, but I was a mere twelve years old as a vampire. Did another dream of me? When I had such thoughts I felt foolish, like a young girl again, dreaming of Prince Charming. It was Eve who brought me these thoughts, with the knowledge that I couldn't keep her forever and the prospect of facing a long future without her.
I pulled her to me, needing her close, and I pressed my breasts to hers, feeling her heart strong and rapid as I tasted myself in her mouth. I made love to her that way, with my arms around her, with my lips and tongue and eyes. I was the quintessence of evil personified and yet with Eve I felt…
It was Wren doing this to me. I'd loved him and I killed him and since that moment I'd focused those feelings on Eve. Yes, I'd enjoyed her before, even loved her after my own fashion, but not like this. It seemed clear to me that I now loved Eve as I had my brother, transplanting those emotions, those needs from my memories of Wren into the life she and I shared.
That small realization came as a surprise to me, a revelation of sorts because I'd fairly convinced myself that I would never love another. Not the way I had Wren. But here was the proof, in my arms and in my mouth. I loved Eve and I wondered what that meant, or even if it meant anything at all.
A part of me, the primal, instinctive vampire inside my soul, warned me. I knew she wasn't the right person; Eve wasn't my mate, not the vampire I would share my life with. She was a minion, devoted and adoring and bonded to me more closely than anyone could imagine, but a minion nonetheless. She couldn't be my mate. That voice, that part of me most concerned with her well-being told me I should kill her now, while Eve was happiest, while she was loved. It would free her and save her the pain that was sure to come in the long years ahead.
The rest of me, however, was far less concerned with Eve than with loneliness. I might…would…have to kill her some day, I told myself, she would want it someday, but not tonight. And that simple decision seemed as a great weight lifted from my heart.