****** I, Vampire 2, Homecoming by Arogue ******
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I, Vampire 2, Homecoming


My name is Thomas, my story began in the minor work, "I, Vampire," it continues
here in.

Homecoming

It had been more than sixteen years since I had seen my home -- my mortal
family. They would have changed, grown older, while I would not have changed at
all.

My journey home had been a long and convoluted one, I was forced to make my way
to the town of my mortal birth travelling only at night -- resting during the
daylight hours. I had been able to bring sufficient treasure with me from the
island to finance my travels -- as well as to clothe myself in more fashionable
attire.

It took almost a year to reach my destination -- there I was greeted by
dreadful news. In my absence my family had died, all save my young sister Bess.

Bess was my youngest sibling, she was but ten when I left home -- now she would
be a woman grown.

I learned that she had married and, with her husband Jacob, lived on the family
land.

Just after sunset, I arrived at the door of the great house and lifted the
knocker.

The door was opened by a large black. I handed him my calling card, and I asked
to see the mistress of the house.

The servant left me in the foyer and went to seek Bess.

In moments a strikingly beautiful woman descended the stairs, her eyes locked
onto mine. I detected hints of both recognition and disbelief in her glowing
blue eyes.

"Good sir," she began politely, "you resemble my late brother, and bear the
same name. But he is dead these many years -- and you are so young." She could
not believe I was alive.

"Do you remember that spring when you climbed the oak tree near the stable? How
you fell and cut your side?" I looked into her eyes -- they deepened in color.

She began to realize that I was, in fact, her brother.

"I don't know how -- but I know you are Thomas." Bess threw herself into my
arms, her body wracking with sobs, "We all knew you were dead. How did -- how
could -- I'm so confused." She smiled through her tears and kissed my face.

"Tell me of your husband," I said, holding my sister close.

"His name is Jacob, Jacob Funtleroy. We were married five years ago, right
after Father died."

"Why does he live on our fathers land? Has he no property of his own?"

"His family lost all they had and were bound over for debtors prison. Were it
not for the income from this place, they would have been deported."

"So, you are supporting them all, and paying their debts," I said with more
than a hint of disapproval.

Bess smiled and nodded, I was dismayed by her naivete'.

"And what does Jacob do to support HIS family?" I inquired, I was beginning to
dislike this man -- a lot.

"Well -- he's trying to regain his family's fortune, of course."

"And how is he doing that?"

Bess had no chance to answer for Jacob chose that moment to return home. His
breath reeked of ale and his clothing of rosewater. I knew where he had been,
but Bess, dear sweet Bess, had no idea.

"Who the Hell is HE?" he shouted -- thrusting a finger at me as he swayed in a
drunken stupor.

"He's my brother, Thomas, the one..."

"Your damned brother's dead -- like the rest of your worthless family." He
stumbled and fell into a large chair.

Before I could retaliate, he was passed out and snoring loudly.

Bess tried to go to him, but my hand on her wrist restrained her. The movement
caused the sleeve of her frock to ride up and reveal the scars of ropes. Ropes
tied to tightly -- and too often.

"What are these Bess?"

"Jacob thinks I'm too independent -- so he punishes me."

"Do you enjoy it?" I let my mind probe hers.

"Not when he's been drinking. When he's drunk he hurts me." She turned and
shrugged the frock from her shoulders to reveal the crisscross scars of a whip.

I was too furious to do anything but hold her at arms length. When I had calmed
down, I entered her mind and revealed myself to her as I was now.

Bess accepted me as I was and moved into my arms -- her arms moving around my
neck.

"Welcome home -- my brother," she whispered as she kissed me -- on the mouth.

This was not the kiss of brother and sister -- it was filled with the fire of
passion -- the intensity of lust as her tongue sought entrance to my mouth.

I opened my lips and our tongues played and danced -- the heat of our kiss
rising, our bodies responding to the desire we were calling forth.

It was I that broke the kiss -- again holding Bess at arms length.

"Why did you not tell me this when I first arrived?" I wanted to know.

"I didn't even know you were alive. How could I pour out my soul to the brother
I had loved and lost sixteen years ago." Sobs wracked her body as I gathered
her into my arms again.

She lifted her face to me -- her lustrous eyes half closed and filled with
tears, passion and love. Her soft red lips parted in invitation.

Our kiss, this time, was a searing union of two beings, each trying to inhale
the soul of the other.

When, at last, the breathless separation came, Bess took my hand and led me
into the bedchamber.

"I have wanted you since I was a child -- you have always been the one I
desired. Even when Jacob was inside me, it was you I was making love to."

As she spoke, she unfastened her frock and let it fall to the floor. Quickly
she disposed of the rest of her clothing and stood before me -- naked, a
radiant goddess. Her hair, like spun gold, reflected the candlelight, her eyes
glowing with the fire of the passion that burned within them. Bess' breasts
were firm and high set. Her nipples were an inviting dark red -- her waist was
amazingly slender, it flared out to smooth rounded hips that trailed off to
firm tapered thighs and graceful columns of her legs.

She turned around so that I might see all of her.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked coyly, her eyes smoldering, her dark red
nipples growing firm.

"Yes -- yes I like what I see very much -- and I desire you."

She approached and fell to her knees before me. Quickly she had my breeches
undone and around my ankles. Her hands took my awakening cock in their soft -
- tender grasp.

I looked at my beautiful sister and whispered "I cannot receive pleasure with
any but my own kind. But I can pleasure you."

"Without your pleasure there can be none for me." She thought for long moments
then said, defiantly, "Then make me one of your kind -- now -- tonight -- that
we may pleasure each other as lovers should."

I probed deep into her mind -- she knew what she was asking, and meant every
word of it.

Flower of the Moon entered my mind -- her beauty still as radiant as it had
been.

She spoke to my mind, "She is the one, My Prince, make her yours for all
eternity." She was gone.

"Very well, my sister, my lover -- it shall be so." I held my arms out to her
and she came into their circle.

My hands were gentle on her breasts as I played with the firm nipples, drawing
them into their full erection. Caressing her with my lips and fingers, I lifted
her to the bed and knelt between her long, sensuous legs.

"At the moment of your climax, I will make you one with me, and one of my
kind," I reassured her.

She smiled, and held her arms out to me.

I shook my head and lowered my lips to her sweet, soft, down covered pussy. My
tongue traveled the length of her moist slit until the pouting lips began to
grow wetter and to part slightly. My cock was raging hard by now -- the
anticipation of this union -- this joining -- this love so taboo in most mortal
cultures, sent my desire soaring.

When she was wet, her pussy dripping with her lubricating fluid, her head
thrashing from side to side, I moved up to cover her body with mine. The head
of my cock brushed the wet, parted lips of her waiting pussy. In one thrust I
drove into her hot, eager body.

Bess wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her as she
clenched her cunt muscles around my rigid cock.

I began moving faster and faster, slamming my cock into her hungry cunt with an
animal ferocity.

"Oh yes -- my darling," she panted, "I've wanted you like this for so long."
She was moaning, her words slurred by passion as I pounded my cock into her
steaming pussy.

I could feel her orgasm building as her muscles tightened and relaxed, her
breathing becoming more rapid. Her thighs were trembling as her whole body
shook.

It was time.

I opened a small cut beneath my left breast, then lowered my mouth to Bess'
warm, pulsing, ivory white throat. My needle sharp fangs just grazing her
tender flesh -- her jugular vein pumping steadily beneath my waiting teeth.

"Oh YES!" Bess hissed, her tight cunt clutching the shaft of my cock tighter,
her legs clenching around me as her body quaked and shook with ecstasy as wave
after wave of a shattering climax broke over her.

I clutched her to me as my teeth penetrated the soft skin of her throat and
sank into the pulsing vein.

She gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I slowly drank her rich, warm
blood.

As Bess lay there -- writhing about -- her blood flowing into me, I felt her
life force begin to flow into me. I pressed her cool lips to the cut under my
breast. As if by instinct, she began to suck. My blood flowed into her body and
she became mine forever. My sister -- my lover -- my daughter -- one woman -
- one heart -- one body.

As Bess changed, so did my ability to reach a climax, she was now one of my own
kind. I could feel her being reborn as I held her. Her eyelids fluttered
revealing a new light in her blue eyes, they glowed with a new fire. Her face
took on a new look as well -- more passionate -- more wanton -- more filled
with carnal hunger than before.

"Now, my lover, fill me with your seed until I overflow." Bess urged,
tightening her inner muscles around my pulsating cock. Her heels beat upon my
back as her fingernails raked across my shoulders.

Our loins moved as if they had minds of their own -- my cock stabbing into her
hungry pussy, her pussy milking my cock like a milkmaids hand.

I felt her begin to shudder once again -- her legs clenched around me as she
pressed her lips to mine. I could feel my balls filling at last -- aching, now,
for release.

Bess threw her head back and moaned her ecstasy loudly as my cum boiled up my
pounding shaft to erupt into her hot, tight, hungry pussy.

When our orgasms had ebbed -- and our breathing returned to normal -- we
dressed and returned to the salon.

"You can't stay here any longer, my love," I told her softly. "That thing you
married would grow suspicious in a short time."

"I'll go with you my darling -- my master." She kissed my lips just as Jacob
was coming too.

"Wha -- what's going on here?" he demanded, swaying slightly on his unsteady
legs.

He charged us and pushed Bess aside.

"What have you two been doing? As if I didn't know. Brother, HAH!" He spat in
my face.

I remained calm and offered his mind a mild suggestion. Perhaps his family had
been of quality at one time, because the suggestion took hold. He made what
would be a fatal mistake.

"I challenge you sir!" he slurred, slapping me across the cheek.

I stepped back and bowed slightly, "I am at your service," I responded, adding,
"I believe the choice of time, place and weapons is mine."

Jacob nodded curtly -- he was sobering up quickly.

"My second will call on you two days hence, sir, in the morning," I informed
him, then held out my hand to Bess. "My sisters name and honor have been
sullied sir. Until this matter is settled, she will not remain here."

With Jacob sputtering in the salon, we walked out the door and into the wings
of the night.

We stepped from the mist in a graveyard.

"Over there, my love, " I pointed to a large crypt. "It will shelter us from
the sun."

"Where will you find a second?" Bess asked.

I hadn't thought of that yet.

"We still have a little time. Do you know any gentlemen that you can trust?"

Bess blushed, "One or two," was all she said.

I smiled as I deduced what this transaction meant, "Did you enjoy them?"

She simply nodded, adding, "Not as much as I enjoyed you." She caressed my face
tenderly.

"Come," I said, taking her hand, "we must rest now. " I lay down on the moist
earth and held out my arms to Bess.

She slid into them and we closed our eyes.

"When you awaken, you will be aware -- as I was after the first night." I
kissed her gently on the lips and we drifted off, into the undeath of our
sleep.

As the sun set the next evening, we woke to the burning of our hunger. Bess
felt it more than I, but we both needed blood.

We made our way to the seedier part of town. There we happened upon a
prostitute and her client of the moment. It was over quickly, but now Bess was
invested with human blood. Her hunger had receded -- for now.

"Seek out one of your 'friends' and ask him to come with you. Bring him to the
inn on the Post Road. Let him think you're still interested in him if that will
help."

Bess smiled, "That should be easy enough."

"Remember, my love, now you can only be satisfied by one of our kind -- and we
don't need any more of us -- just yet."

Bess hurried off to find her friend and I made my way to the inn.

After about two hours, as I was poking a knife at some burned animal flesh -
- something that, in another life I would gladly have eaten, Bess entered with
a young man, he was obviously of gentle birth. They came directly to my table.

"Edward, " Bess began, "this is my brother Thomas -- we thought him dead these
last ten years. He's only just returned."

We shook hands. His grip was firm but his hand soft. He was a nice looking
young man, tall and slender, with thinning hair the color of wheat.

"I need a second, sir, for an affair of honor." I looked him in the eyes. "My
sister assures me that your are of gentle birth and of the utmost discretion.
Is she correct on both of these statements?"

"She is sir. May I inquire as to your opponent?"

Bess responded, "Jacob -- my husband."

Edward gave her a strange look, then turned back to me. "May I further
inquire..."

"You may not, sir." The matter was dropped.

"What do you wish of me sir?" the young man asked, wanting to please Bess.

"As the challenged party, the choices are mine to make. I wish you to
communicate them to my opponent, and I would like you to stand with me on the
field."

"I would consider it an honor and a privilege to be of service to the family of
this fine lady, in any way I can."

The young man was either an excellent liar -- or a fool.

Bess smiled as she read my thoughts. "He's a bit of a fool," she answered from
her mind.

"So -- my choice of weapon; sabers. The time; one hour after sunset tomorrow.
The place," I smiled grimly, "the paupers graveyard outside of town."

I leaned back and summoned the innkeeper, "A full measure of your finest ale,
sir, for my friend."

When we had finished our ale, I reminded Bess that we must leave soon. Edward
was crestfallen.

"May I speak with Edward alone for a few moments Thomas?" Bess asked with a coy
smile.

I grinned and nodded as they rose from the table and walked toward the back of
the inn.

Bess returned a few minutes later, alone, and with a smug look on her face.
"That didn't take too long did it?" She licked her soft lips slightly. "Shall
we go?"

I took her arm and we strolled out into the night.

"Is it true, my love, that at the moment of sexual climax the blood is at its
richest and hottest?"

I laughed, "Keep that in mind when it's time to feed on young Edward."

"One more question -- is there another place on the body where the blood flows
as freely as the throat?"

I laughed again, knowing her thoughts, "The inner thigh, my devious love.
Tonight you were so near too."

We both laughed as we walked the dark, quiet streets -- hunting.

Behind a stable we came upon two lovers locked in a passionate embrace. Their
hearts beat strong and their blood ran hot. The girl's legs were wrapped around
her lover's waist as he leaned her against the wall and pounded his young cock
into her willing body.

Their moans told us they were near the point when they would become our
victims.

As they grunted their orgasms, we sprang. My fangs sank deeply into the girl's
throat, while Bess chose to drink from the young man's thigh.

Our bites added to their sexual ecstasy, making their blood that much richer,
that much hotter.

As I drank the girl's life force I felt a renewed vigor -- all her passion and
energy passed to me as I let the empty shell that had been her body, slip to
the ground.

Bess and I smiled at each other as we stepped into the mist and returned to our
haven.

Once inside, Bess came to me and embraced me, "My darling -- I need you -- I
want to make love to you -- now."

She dropped to her knees and tore the bodice of her dress open.

I reached down and cupped her heavy breasts, feeling their firmness as her
nipples stiffened against my palms. I lifted her in my arms and placed her down
on one of the cover stones.

Bess looked at me -- passion and desire in her eyes.

I placed my hands between her knees -- she opened them willingly -- and I knelt
between them. I ripped off her undergarments and lowered my lips to her down
covered pussy.

Bess squirmed as my tongue moved up and down her wet slit finally concentrating
on her swelling clitoris.

My hands moved beneath her ass and lifted her to my mouth. My tongue flicked up
and down her cunt lips, licking the moisture that clung to her fine pubic hair,
then probed deep inside her.

Bess clutched my tongue with her inner muscles -- trying to hold it within her.

My mouth devoured her pussy, licking, sucking, kissing the soft wet flesh until
I felt her body begin to quake.

Bess' orgasm was sudden and shattering. She cried out her ecstasy, thrashing
her head from side to side -- clutching at me -- writhing her hips. "Take me,
my brother -- take me now -- I beg you."

I lifted my face from her soaking pussy and moved atop her, my cock poised at
the wet vestibule of her cunt.

The lips of Bess' pussy were swollen and wet as they welcomed the head of my
cock. With a long, deliberate stroke I drove my cock into her eager cunt.

Bess moaned in pleasure as her tight pussy accepted my cock -- closing around
it like a hot, wet, welcoming shroud of flesh. She wrapped her legs around my
waist and pulled me to her -- plunging my cock still deeper into her eager
body. Our hips began to move together, her fingernails raking my shoulders as
my raging cock pounded into her, my balls slapping her ass as I bored into her
sweet, tight cunt.

She began to shudder, her thighs trembling as her orgasm approached -- building
deep within her.

My balls filled quickly as my own climax began roiling through the center of my
being -- a storm building to a crescendo as my cum surged up the shaft of my
cock to explode within Bess' hungry body.

Bess' legs tightened around me -- her hot pussy clutched my shaft, holding it
within her as her own shattering orgasm burst inside her. Her muscles trembled
as she pumped her cunt on my cock, her feet drumming on my back. "YES!" she
urged, "YES! HARDER!"

My throbbing cock drove into her harder -- each pulsating stroke -- each thrust
sending another load of hot cum pouring into her.

Bess' juices were flowing like a river -- combining with mine to overflow her
cunt and run down the tightly clenched crease of her ass.

Her pussy milked me dry -- my cock deflating, I slipped from atop her and lay
beside her, still trembling, body. "We must rest now my love," I said, my voice
as steady as I could manage. "Edward will be delivering my terms to Jacob.
Unless he shows himself to be the craven that he is, by this time tomorrow
night, you'll be a propertied widow."

"And if her refuses to stand against you?" Bess asked, her lips at my ear.
"What then my love?"

I smiled and looked at my sister/lover, "Why then, he becomes your prey."

She kissed me and snuggled close. "Thank you my darling," she purred softly
before closing hr eyes.


The Duel

We awoke at sunset and fed. A pair of beggars, who would be missed by no one -
- we would feast later on in the night.

We met Edward at the inn, and drove to the graveyard in his carriage.

"This is a very nice brougham, Edward, and I must compliment on the spirit of
your team."

"Thank you Thomas, they are magnificent animals," the young man was justly
proud.

I sat in the rear seat with Bess next to Edward in the backward seat. When we
reached the appointed place I was a little surprised to see Jacob already
there. He had two seconds with him, of course, and was testing the blade of a
very handsome saber.

"Stay in the carriage, Bess," I instructed her. "You'll be able to see
everything from here and there's no point in you making a display of attending
your husband's death."

Edward agreed, and we both kissed her hand.

While Edward went to confer with Jacob's seconds, I doffed my cape and drew my
own saber (Bess had kept my fathers old one) and tossed the scabbard into the
carriage.

I made a show of flexing the blade and inspecting the edge for nicks -- this
would not help my opponent feel at ease.

Edward approached, "Your opponent's second urges you to call off this contest.
Jacob is willing to apologize to you."

"It's not me he wronged. He wronged Bess, his wife, MY SISTER. NO!" I shouted
so as to be heard by Jacob, "There will be no apologies accepted."

We walked side by side to where Jacob waited with his seconds.

Edward introduced each of them to me -- self-important layabouts, both of them,
scion of some wealthy planters. Bess had recognized them when we drove up.

Jacob and I studied each other as the umpire informed us that a contestant
dropping his weapon would be permitted to recover it before the duel resumed.
Failure to do so would be judged a violation of the Code of the Duel and the
offending party would be bound over for trial on charges of murder.

We moved to a cleared place and faced each other in the classic fencing
postures, first saluting, then 'en guard.'

The steel of the blades rang in the gloaming as Jacob began slashing and
hacking away at my ever moving blade. For the first moments I didn't bother to
attack, preferring to let Jacob tire himself. When it started to become
apparent that I was toying with him, I had to mount a counter attack. This
proved almost too easy. Beside being a drunk, Jacob was also a fool. He did
not, therefore, expect an attack any different from that which he was using.

My blade circled and parried as I looked at him, pressing a moment, then
backing off. I began to press an attack, the point of my sword dancing back and
forth as I grinned at Jacob and said, "Any butcher can kill with the edge." I
thrust quickly, sending my sword plunging into Jacobs chest, to the left of the
breastbone. "It takes an artist to kill with the point," I concluded, tipping
my blade down to allow Jacobs body to slip to the ground.

As I stood over him, his seconds rushed up to render what aid they could.

"You've murdered this man, sir," one of them accused as he saw that Jacobs
wound was mortal. "He was willing to apologize."

"Sir, he impugned my honor, that of my family and that of his wife, my sister.
The challenge was his."

"He's no swordsman, sir." the man responded.

"I know," I said quietly, turning on my heel and walking back to the carriage.

As we drove back to the inn Edward warned that there would be repercussion
because of this.

"Jacob was a good for nothing lout, but he did have highly placed friends."

He was genuinely concerned.

"Thomas, it would be best for you if you left."

"I've only just returned home. Back from the dead -- so to speak -- am I now to
flee because I killed a man in a fair duel?"

"I'm a barrister Thomas, I've seen men ruined, even sent to prison, for winning
a fair duel with the wrong man."

"A barrister," I mused, "would you then represent my sister and I should we
elect to -- ah -- relocate for a time?"

"As I said yesterday, it would be an honor to be of service to the family of
this wonderful lady." He kissed Bess' hand.

My mind linked with my sister's, she already knew what I was going to suggest.

"Yes my brother, it's time to make him one of us. May I have him?"

"Yes Bess, my love, but not tonight. Pleasure him, but do not take him -- yet."

I stood and stretched, "I'm going to walk for a while, I need to work off the
excitement of this evening -- and give thought to what you've said Edward."

I knew the two of them would seize the opportunity to be alone for a while, so
I walked around the corner and assumed the appearance of the young woman I had
fed on the night before.

When Bess and Edward left the inn, I followed the carriage.

They pulled off the road into a thick stand of trees. Here Edward declared his
undying love for Bess.

They embraced and Edward's hands worked the buttons on the front of her frock.
In moments his face was buried between her firm breasts. She held his head
there, stroking his hair.

He raised his head and kissed her, deeply and passionately.

When the kiss ended, Bess pushed him back on the seat and knelt between his
legs. Her hands worked to unfasten his breeches, freeing his swelling cock.

Bess took his puny organ in her mouth and began sucking it. Her cheeks hollowed
as she drew the shaft as deep in her mouth as it would go -- then she drew
back, letting it slip wetly between her lips before sucking it in once more.

Our minds linked once again, "I know my love -- not tonight -- I promise." Her
mind smiled at me, "Enjoying the performance?"

"You are a sexual artist my love," I complimented her on her skill.

In moments Edwards thin body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure as he poured his
semen in my sister's hungry, and skillful, mouth.

She made a point of licking his cock and balls clean before allowing him to
dress, then she sat beside him on the velvet seat.

"When will we make love again Bess?" Edward was almost pleading, "I need you so
desperately. Your husband is dead, your brother will be leaving soon -- there's
nothing to stop us anymore." He almost got down on his knees.

"Soon, sweet Edward, very, very soon. I must help put Jacobs affairs in order
and see that my brother is safe. I expect you to help with both of these duties
Edward." She smiled coyly at him, "And I will show you such gratitude as you
have never known."

She licked his ear quickly, then sat back on the seat. "We need to get back to
the inn, Thomas will be worried about me."

I was, of course, waiting at my table when they returned.

"Did you have a nice walk, my brother?" Bess kissed me on the cheek -- in her
most sisterly fashion.

I just smiled and nodded.

"We drove along the Post Road for a while," Edward offered, "Bess feared you
would be worried, so we didn't stay out too long."

I could tell he was uneasy -- he was talking to the man whose sister had just
sucked his cock, and in a most satisfactory fashion. I could vouch for that
myself.

I dismissed his concern with a wave and got right down to business. "Edward, as
a barrister, and our solicitor, we need you to resolve the matter of the house
and lands." I took a sip of wine, "These are our family lands, regardless of
that sham of a marriage my sister was drawn into."

Edward nodded his agreement.

I continued, "We need the titles cleared so that Bess may move back in without
a lot of legal posturing by Jacob's kin. Can you handle this?"

Edward assured me he could, and would, handle everything. If Bess wished, she
could move back in tomorrow. As the eldest male, I would have to execute the
deeds and other documents and Edward would present them to the local magistrate
as soon as the ink was dry.

"Excellent, sir, excellent," I complimented the young man. "I will expect you
to bring the documents to our house tomorrow evening. We will also expect you
to dine with us then as well."

"It would be an honor sir," he said, concealing his excitement not at all.

"One more thing," I added. "Would it be possible for my sister, at least, to
return to her home tonight? I don't want her staying here -- this inn is no
place for a lady."

"I would be pleased to drive her there myself, sir," he grinned.

At least he didn't call it an honor.

I touched Bess' mind, "I will be there as well my love. Tomorrow you may take
him, fend him off this night though."

"I will my darling -- I promise."

I was waiting in the salon when they arrived. Bess allowed Edward inside, but
no farther than the foyer.

"I'm only this day widowed darling," she whispered, holding him off. "Tomorrow,
when you're here for supper, my brother retires early, then we can be
together." She kissed him, on the lips, a kiss filled with seductive promise.

Frustrated, but with hope and anticipation in his heart, the young man left.

"You did well my love," I whispered from behind her. "Tomorrow you will have
your first conquest. Will you first let him know what he will become?"

"I must, my darling, I do care for him." She turned and slipped her arms around
my neck. "But you are my love -- my lover -- my Prince."

Her lips grazed mine lightly as her tongue caressed them. Laughing, she drew
back, hanging from my neck by her loving arms. "You promised me a feast
tonight, my lover, and I begin to hunger for it."

Bess' smile revealed her sharply pointed fangs as her eyes began to glow with
the red fire of her hunger.

We undressed and covered ourselves with long flowing capes. We were now ready
to travel.

"Come then, sister mine, let us feast."

The mist left us by the side of a fine, moss covered, home. The front was
framed in white columns and the doors massive oak. A mansion, staffed with
slaves and home to one of the wealthiest planters in t he colony.

"It nears midnight. The owner and his wife will be abed, their son and daughter
will be as well. They are twins, about nineteen years old. They enjoy a,
mortal, relationship much like our own." I looked at Bess, she understood.

"They'll be together then?"

I nodded, "I can feel them together now, in his room -- it's farthest from
their parents chambers."

"You know these people then?" she asked in a soft voice.

I nodded again, "I dallied with the girl when I first returned -- I had yet to
find you -- she confided her relationship to me. She is now in my power."

"How will we get inside?"

I looked at Bess and smiled, "Think my love -- search your new powers. We will
become the mist and flow beneath the door."

We emerged in the foyer of the large house. All was dark and silent.

"Up these stairs," I told Bess' mind.

We ascended the steps with out feet scarcely touching the deep crimson carpet.

"His room is this one," I pointed.

Standing outside the bedroom, I sent a mental summons to the young woman
inside. In moments the door was opened.

Amy was dark of hair and eye, like her mother. She was tall and well
proportioned -- slim waist, flaring hips, long well formed legs and full firm
breasts. Long, deep red nipples stood firm atop her quivering breasts. Her dark
eyes were large and expressive, her face a pale oval with a straight sculpted
nose.

"May we join you Amy?" I asked, knowing her reply.

"Thomas -- please -- you and your sister are always welcome here," She waved us
in as her brother was stirring into semi-wakefulness.

Amy joined her brother on the bed, "We have guests, Patrick." She stroked his
stiffening cock, "I think they want to join us."

Patrick was shocked for a moment, then realized that he found Bess a highly
desirable woman -- even as he desired his sister.

"Thomas, you and Bess -- I mean -- do you have the same -- ah -
- relationship..."

I relieved Patrick of his need for words by nodding, "And we would like to
share ourselves with you and Amy. I know you've always found Bess attractive."

Bess accentuated this as, with a soft rustle of fabric, her cloak slid to the
floor.

The young man's gaze was riveted to her perfect form as she lifted her heavy
breasts -- thumbing the nipples until they were hard.

Amy walked over to stand before me, her naked body equally as tempting as that
of my sister. Amy reached up and untied my cloak, letting it drop to the
carpet. When I was naked, she knelt and took my cock into her warm mouth.

"Feed from him -- but let him live," I instructed Bess with my mind. "Thus will
they both be in thrall to us."

"I understand, my love," Bess responded, also with her mind.

Bess knelt before Patrick taking his young cock into her mouth.

I lifted Amy and carried her to the bed, where I lay her down and moved between
her open legs.

Patrick was moaning in sexual joy as Bess sucked his cock into her throat.

I lowered my mouth to Amy's wet pussy and began licking her slit from top to
bottom.

Her young body writhed beneath my oral ministration as my tongue probed her
waiting cunt. "Oh yes..." she sighed as I took her swelling clitoris between my
lips and sucked it, flicking my tongue back and forth over the throbbing nib.

I knew Amy was fast reaching her climax, my glance told me that Patrick was in
the same condition. "Feed when he reaches his orgasm," I instructed my sister,
even as Amy's legs began clenching tightly around my head.

As Patrick's cock began to erupt, Bess swallowed the first discharge, then
pulled her head back and fastened her needle like fangs on the boys thigh. The
points of her teeth pierced the main artery and she began to feed.

I did they same as Amy's orgasm exploded, my fangs penetrating her soft, silky
flesh until I too, was drinking her strong, sweet blood.

The siblings enjoyed their most powerful orgasms, aided as they were by our
efforts.

As Bess and I felt their life forces ebbing, we released them -- letting them
live -- to become our mortal agents.

Amy and her brother fell back in a deep slumber. They would awaken, but when
they did, t hey would have no memory of our visit, only the two small marks on
their thighs.

Bess turned to me, her eyes were aflame, "I need you my love -- I need you
inside me."

She climbed onto the bed and lay beside Amy's sleeping form. Writhing, she
fondled her own breasts, lifting first one, then the other to her blood stained
lips, sucking the already erect nipples.

I moved to her, taking her in my arms. Our mouths shared her firm, heaving
breasts, I sucking one nipple, Bess sucking the other.

My lips moved down from her breast, my tongue leaving a moist trail of blood as
I licked down her body to the soft tangle of curls adorning her belly. I let my
lips and tongue play in her soft pubic hair for a moment, before moving farther
down to find her soft, wet, pouting lips. The delicate folds of her cunt urged
me to kiss them -- lick them -- explore them with my mouth.

"Please, Thomas, make love to me."

Like the loving brother that I am -- I complied.

My tongue lightly licked her tempting slit, I could feel her young body tense
as the first waves of pleasure and sensation washed over her.

She moaned -- her sigh of pleasure involving her entire body.

I found her swollen clitoris and let my tongue caress it, briefly, before
sucking it into my mouth. The sensitive flesh stood firm between my lips as my
tongue swirled around it -- teased it -- caressed it -- flickered over it like
a flame.

Bess' thighs closed around my head, holding my face tight to her hot, wet
pussy.

My lips and tongue continued to torment her -- my tongue delving inside her -
- fucking her like a small cock.

Bess' body responded, her hips grinding against my hungry mouth -- her
breathing ragged -- her thighs trembling. "Now -- my brother -- now!" she urged
me on as her climax overtook her, rolling through her quaking body. Bess' sweet
juices flowed freely onto my questing tongue -- I drank -- savoring the sweet
juices of my sister's passion.

Her body shuddered once again as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her
legs clenched again -- her pussy spasming as more of her sweet juices flowed
out.

Bess looked at me -- her eyes smoldering, "Take me Thomas," she murmured, her
voice husky, her words slightly slurred. "I want you inside me -- fuck me my
brother, my lover -- fuck me now!"

I moved atop her writhing body, her strong legs wrapping around my torso. The
head of my cock caressed the soft, wet, hair of her hungry pussy.

"Tease me not -- my love -- I beg you."

With a single thrust, I plunged my cock deep within her waiting body.

"YES!" she gasped, as my cock drove home, my balls slapping the cheeks of her
ass. Her fingernails raked my back -- her heels beat a tattoo on my ass -- her
hips responded as though they had a mind of their own.

Each stroke, each thrust of my cock, was met by a thrust of Bess' hips. We
pounded and pummeled each other, my cock pumping harder and faster into her
body -- her hips rising to meet my every thrust.

Bess tossed her head from side to side -- her hair flowing out around it. Her
lips curled back and an animal snarl came from deep within her. She pumped her
hips up and down, her feet alternately drumming on my back, and kicking in the
air.

We drove each other -- pushing each other higher and higher, closer to the
brink of the abyss -- that place where there is only us -- our passion -- our
lust -- our ecstasy.

I could feel my orgasm building -- a mighty storm gathering deep inside my
belly. Huge thunderheads rolling, boiling, growing stronger. My balls filled
and grew tight as I felt my sister's body tremble and quake as she too felt the
storm gathering within her.

Our storms burst over us at the same instant.

She clenched her legs around me -- her pussy clutching my pulsating shaft as
hot cum boiled out into her hungry cunt.

Bess' juices flowed fast and hot, washing over the pounding head, and throbbing
shaft of my cock.

Shuddering -- shattering -- we climaxed -- together in a maelstrom of passion
and ecstasy.

We clung to each other as our orgasms began to subside. Slowly we returned to
normal, wrapped in each others arms, our lips together -- tongues dancing and
playing.

My hands caressed Bess' firm body -- her hands caressing mine.

"We must leave soon, my love," Bess reminded me. "It will soon be morning."

Outside, the wings of the night carried us to our home in moments.

The servants were asleep, but we needn't have worried, they would soon be in
thrall to us. Their discreet silence would thus be ensured.

I drew the heavy drapes over the bedroom windows, then turned to look at Bess.

She was kneeling on the bed looking at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, approaching her.

"Nothing my darling, nothing at all -- come," she patted the bed, "lay beside
me and hold me."

Together we rested -- drifting off into the death that is our slumber.

I awoke to the pleasant feeling of Bess' warm lips caressing the head of my
cock. I looked at her, this lovely creature -- my sister -- my lover.

Her eyes glinted as she looked back at me, slowly taking my cock fully into her
sucking mouth.

Her lips caressed my shaft as it moved between them into her hot, wet haven.
When the head was lodged in her tight throat, she began to move her head up and
down -- her tongue pressing the great vein that ran beneath the shaft as her
lips sucked on the head.

Our minds touched.

"I love the taste of your manhood, my brother." Again she swallowed my cock, "I
love sucking you like this."

"Your mouth is like a furnace," I responded. "It sears me with your lust. I can
think of no better way to wake up." I reached for her -- to try and caress her
sweet pussy.

She held my hand back. "No my brother. This is only for you -- my lover. You
have given me so many gifts these last few days -- and another yet tonight."
She sucked harder as her hands softly fondled my quickly filling balls. "Thank
you my darling -- blood of my blood."

I lay back and relax -- letting it happen naturally.

Bess' talented lips and tongue worked their magic on my cock and I was ready in
moments.

"I know," Bess told me, "I want to taste it pouring down my throat."

With a convulsive spasm, my cock erupted, semen boiling forth like lava into
Bess' sucking mouth. My hot cum flowed over her tongue as she licked up all she
could. Down her throat it poured -- a pearly river of passion.

Bess swallowed every drop, not a droplet was wasted as she milked my cock dry
before letting it soften in her mouth and releasing it.

As I relaxed, I felt the hunger begin to burn in my veins.

"You must feed Thomas," Bess' voice had a tone of alarm.

"There's no time, Edward will be here shortly."

"I have an idea," Bess said, pulling the cord beside the bed.

In moments a beautiful, young black woman appeared. Bess summoned her to the
bed.

"I've taken control of her mind, my love," Bess reassured me. "She will
remember nothing of this night."

I took the girl in my arms and tilted her head back. Her throat was soft, with
skin like ebony. My teeth grazed her throat -- her vein showed fat and full of
sweet, rich blood. My fangs pierced her throat and I drank. I was right, sweet
and rich -- I savored it as I fed. Before I had consumed her life force, I
withdrew. The girl was feint and unable to stand. I lifted her in my arms and,
gently, laid her on the settee.

Bess leaned down and licked the traces of blood that oozed from the tiny
punctures on the girls throat.

"Mm -- it is rich isn't it," Bess commented, then stood straight, "Edward is
here -- his carriage has just come over the hill."

This gave us a few minutes to dress and take care of Sassy, the young servant
girl.

When Adam, the huge mute butler brought Edwards calling card to us, we were
ready to receive him.

"Adam, put a quilt over Sassy and let her sleep here for a while." Bess
instructed.

The butler nodded and did as he was instructed.

"You've already put those two in thrall," I said with a chuckle as we descended
the main stairway to the salon.

"Of course, my love," she smile coyly.

I escorted Bess into the salon where Edward waited nervously.

She glided over to him, offering her hand -- which Edward, of course, kissed
most lovingly.

He and I simply shook hands.

"I have all the documents drawn up Thomas -- all you need do is sign them." He
removed a sheaf of papers from his dispatch case and laid them on the writing
desk.

"Well done Edward, well done," I complimented his diligent work. "But let us
attend to business after we dine. Would you care for some sherry, or perhaps
something a bit stronger?"

"Sherry would be fine, thank you."

We sat about sipping sherry and chatting lightly until dinner was served.

Dinner was, of course, the usual mortal fare -- but the wine was excellent, and
the company stimulating. Edward, as it happens, is possessed of a keen mind,
quick wit and a very dry sense of humor. The more time I spend with him, the
more at ease I become about his joining our, small, clan.

After dinner, I excused myself on the pretext of perusing the papers Edward had
drawn up. "Show Edward the grounds Bess -- make him feel at home." I suggested.

Edward, naturally, beamed at the chance to be alone with Bess.

They walked and talked for an hour, or more, before Bess brought him back to
the salon. He had a dazed and confused look on his face.

"Bess has told you then?" I asked, looking up from the document I was
pretending to study.

"It's incredible!" he stammered, "I've never believed in such things -- I mean
-- I," his voice trailed off. He was confused, but he collected himself quite
well. "It does explain some things though."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You're never abroad during the day -- you reappear after sixteen years, not
looking a day older. Bess' sudden 'shyness' with me. The real reason for the
duel with Jacob. Yes, it would make these things, more or less, normal."

Bess stood behind him, her hand on his shoulder.

"You love him don't you?" I asked.

She nodded smiling.

"And you love her?"

"With all my heart sir."

"And you're willing to join our family?"

He was about to answer when I cut him off, "You understand, do you not, that
this a step that cannot be reversed?"

He swallowed, "I understand, sir."

I stood up and offered him my hand. "Then I welcome you. I shall leave you two
alone now."

Leaving the room, I immediately went to Bess' bedroom and faded into the
shadows. I knew Bess would bring him up here so that they may consummate their
union in comfort -- and I intended to watch.

They arrived moments later, holding hands like two young lovers.

Bess began by kissing Edward as she removed his clothing.

Once he was naked, Edward did the same for her.

"I do love him Thomas -- as I love you." Bess spoke to my mind.

"I know my love -- he will understand."

Bess sank to her knees and took Edward into her mouth.

His reaction was to be expected -- he leaned his head back and placed his hands
on either side of hers. His hips moved in unison with her head as she moved her
mouth up and down his growing shaft.

Bess' tongue flicked over the head of his cock as her soft lips sealed
themselves around it. When she had brought him to full arousal she stood and
led him to the large bed. "Come and love me Edward my darling -- love me and
become one with me."

She lay back, her legs apart -- knees bent -- her arms raised in invitation.

Edward wasted no time in climbing onto the bed and stretching out between her
long, passionate legs.

As Edwards cock sank into her, Bess wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in
still deeper.

A gasp escaped Bess' lips as Edwards erect cock drove into her hot, waiting
pussy.

They moved together with smooth, fluid strokes. I watched the muscles of Bess'
thighs flexing as she drew him deeper -- her fingernails raking his back.

"Harder -- please -- harder!" I heard her urge her lover. He responded by
speeding up, driving his cock into Bess' hungry cunt in long, powerful strokes
-- harder with each thrust.

From my place of concealment, I could smell how close to the moment he was.

Bess' needle fangs caressed Edwards pulsing jugular vein -- confirming my
impression.

"Oh -- yes -- I'm -- almost -- there!" Edward managed to gasp, speeding up the
movement of his cock -- pumping it into my sisters hot pussy harder and harder.

"Yes my darling Edward -- spend yourself inside me -- the moment is near my
love," Bess whispered, "our moment."

Edwards body began to convulse in orgasm -- Bess' slid her fangs into his vein,
adding to the sexual bliss he was caught up in. She began drinking him in -
- his blood flowed hot and rich into her mouth, even as Bess ran a thumbnail
across the soft, white, skin beneath her left breast, bringing forth a trickle
of her own blood. Her blood oozed forth and she pressed Edwards lips to the
deep red fluid.

"Drink my darling -- drink of my blood and be reborn." She held his head to her
breast like a suckling child.

To some the moment of conversion is like an eternity -- to others, a brief
instant in time -- in either case it is a moment of total and complete ecstasy.
Edward's moment was no different.

"Can I enjoy him now, my brother?"

"Yes, my love -- welcome him now -- properly."

Edward came around shortly -- partially aware of the change that had taken
place, but still a little confused.

"You and Thomas are lovers aren't you?"

"Yes my sweet," Bess answered softly, "as you and I shall be, forever. And you
will share me with him now."

I chose that moment to emerge from the shadows. "Welcome to our family Edward."
I moved to the bed.

Bess shifted places to place her self in the middle. With nimble fingers she
took my cock in one hand, and Edwards in the other. She began to stroke us to
arousal.

I must admit, Bess' fingers are as skilled as her mouth -- I was soon hard and
ready.

When she was satisfied with the rigidity of the two cocks at her beckon call,
she began to lick first Edward's cock, then mine -- until they were both slick
with her saliva.

Bess moved onto her hands and knees -- presenting her ass and cunt to Edward.
"I want you to lick and suck me my sweet -- use your tongue -- your lips -- I
need to feel this now."

Edward knelt behind her and buried his face in her steaming pussy. Bess' face
contorted in ecstasy as waves of pent up pleasure washed over and through her.

"Oh yes! Edward, my darling, yes!" she moaned as she had her first climax
almost immediately. She ground her wet cunt against Edward's lips. She looked
up at me, her eyes glazed over with passion, and moaned, "please my brother -
- fill my mouth."

I knelt before her, my rock hard cock inches from her hungry, parted lips. I
placed the swollen head to her mouth -- she licked it -- then kissed the shaft
from the head to the base.

My cock twitched in response as she licked the head, then pulled back.

"Edward, my darling, please -- I need you in me -- now my sweet -- now," Bess
urged. Her words were slurred with the heat of lust as she returned her
attention to my aching cock. She paused only long enough to respond to Edward's
hard cock as it plumbed the depths of her eager cunt. "Yes my dearest! Drive it
into he harder -- harder."

She sealed her lips around the head of my cock and her wet, hungry, sucking
mouth drew me inside. With agonizing deliberation she swallowed my rigid cock
until the head rested in her tight throat.

Edwards hips were moving quickly as his cock pounded deep into Bess' steaming
cunt. Each thrust pushed her face further down on my questing prick.

Each of us could feel what the others felt -- each of us knew that we were fast
approaching the most thundering climax any of us had ever experienced. The
excitement was heightened by that knowledge.

Like a tidal wave rushing toward land -- my climax built in intensity -
- rolling through me as it made ready to crash upon the shore.

Bess' sucking mouth made the wave build still larger.

Three nervous systems tingled in anticipation -- three bodies began to shake
and quiver as three monumental orgasms became ready to merge into one.

Edward was the first to cum -- his cock pumping hard and fast into Bess'
clutching pussy.

Bess came next -- spurred on by Edward's orgasm. She came in a flowing torrent,
washing over Edwards thrusting cock. Her juices mingled with Edwards and over
flowed, spilling down Bess' silky thighs. She sucked even harder on my cock,
causing my balls to spasm.

Hot semen surged up my iron hard shaft as the tidal wave came crashing ashore.
My body stiffened as my cock sent my cum flowing down her throat.

Three orgasms merging -- exploding in a crescendo of lust and passion. Three
orgasms -- each feeding the other. Three creatures sharing the ultimate
ecstasy.

Spent -- we collapsed together on the bed -- limbs tangled -- breathing rapid -
- passion, temporarily, satisfied.

"That was amazing," was all Edward could manage to say.

I leaned back and rested my head on the pillows as Bess cradled Edward in her
arms.

She caressed his face gently, lightly kissing him as she did.

"Will you hunt tonight my brother?" she asked.

"I have no need to tonight -- but you two must." I looked at Edward, "You will
need to learn the ways of the predator -- Bess can teach you these ways." I
looked at my sister, "Bess, you need to regain your power after this. Hunt with
Edward, show him our ways."

She took Edwards hand, "Come my love." She summoned a mist and they were gone.
"Thank you my brother -- my lover -- my love."

Alone, I walked to the study and sat surrounded by the books my family
treasured, lost in my own thoughts and memories. So much had happened to me, in
ten years I had found and lost one great love, found and forsaken another and
now I share my sister/lover with one that I helped convert. Perhaps there is
another love awaiting me. There would be no joy in being immortal and spending
such a life alone.

"Fear not, my Prince," Flower of the Moon entered my mind. "You are not alone,
for I live on within your heart."

I could feel her within me.

"I will be with you always, Thomas, for we are truly immortal creatures. So
long as one of our descendants survives, we live. You too, will live on through
Maria and her descendant -- through Bess and hers. Ours is a strong tree, it
has many branches and strong roots that burrow deep into the earth."

I closed my eyes and leaned back. I felt her sweet soft lips on mine once more
-- kissing me tenderly as I drifted off.

I awoke as the sun was setting. In the bedroom I found Edward and Bess wrapped
in a lovers embrace. By the stains on their mouths and bedclothes I could see
they feasted well last night. As I made to leave, Bess came awake.

"My brother, my love, let this change nothing between us," she pleaded. "I
still adore you and desire you as much as I ever did. But I need my own man -
- one who is mine alone. Do you understand?" Her eyes implored me.

My fingers stroked her cheek, "Of course I understand, my love. It would be
unseemly for the two of us to share this house for too long, you being widowed
and without suitor. Edward is a fine selection, he's smart, in some ways, he
loves you and I hope, he will put up with you." I smiled at my sister, "You too
are changing, gaining wisdom. We will all change as time passes -- we will all
grow wiser." I smiled at Bess, "Now my loving sister, I must feed -- the hunger
grows in my veins."

I was gone before Edward woke.

The wings of night carried me to the poorest section of town. There, there
would be prey -- mortal humans, they prey of my kind.

I am not an evil man, I am a vampire, and a vampire is a predator. No different
from the wolf, the eagle, or mortal man himself. Mortals have accused vampires
of being Hell spawned -- scion of the devil himself -- truly evil incarnate.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Man cannot accept the fact that he is
not the most efficient predator, nor can they accept being prey themselves.
Thus they attribute that which is beyond their understanding to the
'underworld.'

So be it.

Then I will treat them as we are treated -- I will hunt them -- feed on them -
- enslave those I choose to and leave the rest empty, drained husks to dry out
and become dust on the wind.


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