Page 32 of You Only Die Twice

Sliding my fangs out of her neck, I lap at the slow trickle of blood, my eyes locking onto Jackson. I can see the fury twisting his features as he holds Katrina close, his hands skimming her body as he cradles her. I slide my cock out, sighing as I feel fully sated for the moment. I glance at the two, still wrapped in their lover’s embrace.

Something shifts deep inside me as I stare at them. For the first time in centuries, I feel a glimmer of something to live for, something to cherish. It’s not the same as the love and devotion I felt towards my wife - it’s far more intense. It steals the proverbial air from my lungs if I let it consume me.

My only hope is they never cross me. I would hate to mourn their deaths. I would do it. I would have to do it to retain the order I built, but it would be like cutting off my own limb. I would heal eventually, but the agony in the interim would be nigh intolerable.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Katrina

I drag air deep in my lungs, my hands flailing out in front of me. Darkness and silence surround me. It’s oppressive. Almost as if I can cut it with a knife, but no amount of swiping it away makes a difference. Groaning, I turn to my back, my brain going over the dream that keeps arousal thrumming through me.

Reaching down, I slide my fingers against my pussy, looking for the massive tear I just know is there. It has to be. Everything felt so real for it not to be. Nothing. Everything feels fine, as if nothing had ever happened to me. The only difference is the amount of sensation I feel as I touch myself.

Just skimming over my clit has me humping the air, my inner muscles squeezing, wishing to be filled. Above all of that, an intense hunger cramps my stomach, almost driving out the agonizing pleasure I find at my touch. Groaning, I turn my face to the side, nuzzling it against the soft pillow under my cheek. Even that feels divine.

A soft sniffle catches my attention, pricking up the hairs along the back of my neck. All my senses hone in as I seek out the sound. The harder I look, the more I realize I can actually see in the darkness. It’s not perfect, but I can make out shapes. The room is so familiar, and it takes a moment for everything to click.

This is the room I woke up in after the ship went down. My body freezes as I move my feet. My ankles aren’t shackled to the bed, so that’s at least different. Once more, the sniffling catches my attention. Jerking my head in the direction of the noise, I stare at the small form chained to the wall.

A soft sound thrums through my brain as I watch her. It’s almost nonexistent, but it’s just under the sounds of her trying to hide her crying. It’s a steady lub-dub, the beat frenetic, scared. I can hear her heart. Reaching up, I slide my index finger in my mouth, my own heart stuttering as I feel the fangs.

My gums itch as I feel them descend. They pulse in time with her heart. Vampire. Does that mean it wasn’t a dream after all? Am I truly a monster like them? Luka’s soft laugh brushes against my mind, soft, like the wings of a butterfly, but far more intrusive.

I shake my head, determined to get him out of my brain, but it makes him laugh all the more. My body spasms at the sound, my pussy getting wetter as I feel his presence take up residence in my skull. That need is back with a fierce ache. I want nothing more than to be subjected to their dark desires, to be the vessel of their morbid lusts.

Then eat. Devour her. Take her into your body so that you may grow strong. We will fulfill your every need, but first, you need to eat.

I shake my head again. I to force Luka out of my brain. There has to be a way. There’s no way one earth I can live like this. If this is my new reality, I will go crazy with him in there, not allowing me a moment’s peace.

That’s not what your body said when we used your mind to give you the pleasure you craved. Don’t fight Luka. You will never win. Trust me.

I groan, plopping my head into my hands. This is a nightmare. One that I fear I’ll never wake up from. The more they whisper their desires for me in my brain, the wetter I become until I’m almost about to hump the bed to get some relief. Then there’s the matter of the woman in my cell.

Seeing the parallels, I understand now. I feel the conflict that Jackson felt when Luka ordered him to feed from me. How many more times had they done it since? My brain whirls as I try to understand what’s real and what’s fake. None of it makes sense.

All I know is the pain in my gums is unbearable, but it’s nothing compared to the bone-deep hunger gnawing at my insides. She smells delicious. Something I never thought I’d ever use to describe someone’s scent. But it calls to me. It’s sweet but not cloying. Not exactly like flowers, but it has the undertone of a rich perfume.

I rise, my feet taking me to her side without me fully allowing it. My body doesn’t obey me, yet it’s not obeying Luka or Jackson either. Neither of them speak as I close the distance between me and supposed food. This is what they want, though. Even though they don’t speak, I feel the warmth of their approval fluttering inside my chest.

She’s small but clean. For some reason, I expected to see someone who had been treated like an animal, yet, despite her crying, she seems very well cared for. I reach out, my fingers sliding over the swell of her cheek before I even realize what I’m doing. Pulling back as if her very skin burned me, I fly back to the safety of my bed.

I don’t care what they do. They can feed, but I can refuse. Luka’s irritation unfurls in my brain, filling my every breath with his anger. But I can’t do this. I can’t be one of them. They can’t expect me to be okay with taking a life to sustain mine; it just won’t happen.

Settling on the cot, I pull my knees up, rocking back and forth. The agony of their displeasure almost edges out the hunger pains…. Almost. It’s still there. An incessant itch I can’t scratch. The sobs from across the room become louder, filling my brain with yet another noise.

“Enough!” I roar, grabbing the pillow and chucking it at her. It falls harmlessly to the side but still gets her attention. “I’m not going to eat you, so shut up. I can’t think with your sniveling!”

“I guess she takes after you,” Jackson says, his dry tone punctuating the space. “Her irritation knows no bounds.”

I look up at him, hope filling my body. If he’s here, maybe he won’t force this on me!

“I wouldn’t bank on it, Kotenok. He wants you to feed just as much as I do.” My body whirls around as Luka fills the space, his body looming over me, forcing itself into my bubble. “But you will eat. Even if we have to chain you to the wall and force the blood down your throat.”

Closing my eyes, I pray for a way out of this. I can’t stand the thought of living if it means someone else dying. There has to be some way. My brain whirls to life as I think through all the stories I’ve heard. In all of them, there were vampires that took a stand, that chose to live off animals and not humans. I could do that.

“No!” Luka’s snarl vibrates my skin as he positions himself in front of me. His hand grips my chin in an implacable grip, forcing me to stare into his reddened eyes. “This isn’t some first-class flight. There isn’t,” he sneers, “a vegetarian option. You either feed from this human, or you starve.”

“But -.”