Don't Judge A Vampire By Its Fangs

A/N: Thank you for the reviews, the muse is such a feedback whore.

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Anywho, this is a shortish chapter but better that than nothing, yes?

Don\'t Judge A Vampire By Its Fangs: Part 7

Once I\'ve separated Arian\'s pain from Angelo\'s ecstasy at feeling that pain; it\'s merely a matter of taking that bloodcurdlingly agonizing torment at being eaten alive and using Angelo\'s orgasmic pleasure and weaving the two together to create my empathic illusion.

There. I\'ve set it in place. Now it\'s Angelo\'s turn.

Angelo\'s eyes shut as he concentrates; I can feel him focusing hard and tight on my illusion, seizing it with psychic claws. Then he raises his head and glances at Neith with unfocussed eyes. The same way they unfocus whenever he \"jumps\" someone\'s body and astrally feels them up.

Since Angel Boy is, basically, jumping Neith\'s mind, it\'s only fitting.

Neith suddenly cradles his head, screaming as he radiates the same gut-wrenching pain as Arian had. Agony that triggers me and zhooooooom, I\'m instantly at Neith\'s side as he curls up on the floor in a fetal ball. His torment is so tantalizing it pulls at the hunger already gnawing at me and before I know it; I have Neith in a deathgrip, my hand tangled in his hair, yanking his head back so his throat is exposed. \"You wanted to know how it feels to kill someone,\" I hiss through completely unsheathed fangs, \"we\'ve given it to you. Now it\'s time for you to feel your own death.\"

I kiss his neck, purposely inhaling his scent, the flavor of his terror and his whimpers making me rock hard. My tongue caresses his throat as it probes....

Lightning fast, Angelo snatches Neith from my grasp. (Not yet, lover.)

An involuntary and threatening growl forms from deep in my belly and escapes from my lips. \"Don\'t fucking cheat me,\" I snarl through my fangs.

Angelo kisses my cheeks and my lips. (You\'ll have him, my love. After he entertains us. Then you can devour him if that\'s what you so desire.)

Instead he shoves his wrist against my mouth. (Take what you need but not from Neith. Not this way.)

Hmmm....

I take a quick glance at Arian; cripe, Angel Boy did a number on him. There\'s a gaping hole where his stomach had been, but Angelo purposely left Arian alive, leaving some for me. My tongue flicks hungrily over my lips; it is tempting but I sink my teeth into Angelo\'s wrist and take his offering instead.

Angelo fed heavy so his blood is more concentrated and rich, so after the first few swallows, I calm down and the Tiger inside me is satisfied. I withdraw and kiss Angelo\'s wrist. (That\'s enough. I can control myself now,) I reassure him.

He leans over and licks my lips. (Good.) Then he repeats in Normspeech, \"You\'ll have him. Just not yet.\"

It\'s meant to get Neith\'s attention and it does; the relief of being spared quickly giving way to suspicion. \"What the fuck do you mean?\" he demands, his eyes narrowing.

Angelo sits down beside Neith and pulls him into his lap; his fingers idly stroking Neith\'s neck. \"Does it matter?\" he murmurs against Neith\'s throat as his lips caress it. \"You can\'t do anything about it.\" Like calming an agitated kitten, Angelo\'s touch soothes Neith whether he wants it to or not. Neith instantly relaxes under Angelo\'s fingers despite his cruel words. Angelo nibbles Neith\'s earlobe and whispers, \"Tell me, where do you trash the bodies when you\'re done with the boys, sweetling?\" just before sticking his tongue inside Neith\'s ear and making him gasp.

Gotta admit, watching Angelo toy with the bastard excites the fuck out of me. So does Neith\'s inner struggles between his fury at what Angelo and I did to Arian and his growing arousal from Angelo\'s hand that is stroking Neith\'s cock to unwilling hardness.

\"Bodies?\" Neith manages to ask breathlessly. \"What bodies?\"

I\'d thought Neith would be complete putty in Angelo\'s skilled hands by now but apparently, his will is still his own. Come to think of it, Angelo wouldn\'t put Neith under unless he had no choice in the matter. No challenge or sport otherwise and Angelo was too much of a gamer for that.

Angelo\'s other hand begins to play with Neith\'s nipples as he purrs, \"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, dearheart. If we do it the easy way,\" Angelo strokes faster and Neith\'s breath quickens, \"you\'ll be senseless with pleasure by the time Weasel and I are done with you. But if we do it the hard way and I have to resort to actually reading you,\" Angelo\'s grip tightens and Neith cries out in pain, \"death will seem like a blessing. Now I will ask you again,\" Angelo releases Neith\'s cock, \"where would be the best place to bury your dear, sweet brother?\"

\"Nowhere, because he\'s not going to die!\" Neith yells as he wrenches himself from Angelo\'s lap and runs to his brother.


I can\'t help but smirk at his pathetic refusal to face reality. \"No? Are you gonna save him?\" I ask in a mocking voice.

Neith throws me a deathglare. \"No, you\'re going to.\"

\"Am I?\"

\"YES! You did this to him, you fix it!\"

Only the promise of something better stops me from snapping Neith\'s fucking twin\'s neck. \"I\'m not your fucking errand boy,\" I say in a dangerously soft voice, \"and I\'m not one of those stupid boys you and your loverboy brother managed to lure back here just so you could kill them when one of you got jealous. In fact,\" I give him a venomous smile, \"you\'re just one of those boys Angelo and I entertain ourselves with every night. Before we eat them. So don\'t try to out predator me. You\'re out of your league.\"

Angelo takes me into his arms. (Easy,) he soothes, (your anger is wasted on the vache. There are better ways.) He grins ferally. (Nastier ways.)

For a change, instead of dreading Angelo\'s idea of \"fun,\" I\'m eagerly anticipating it. But why? Is it because of their own game? The fact that their victims were set up from the get go and were killed for nothing but their own titillation? Or is it the truth I don\'t want to face?

I\'m no better. The only difference between us is that I don\'t waste kills. Self-loathing immediately overwhelms me. Fuck, I\'m worse, if only because I know it\'s wrong, know it\'s immoral and evil, yet I do it anyway.

For pleasure. Not for survival. I could easily sustain myself with Rotgut but I won\'t. I love the kill too much and that\'s what makes me worse than the two bastards who are so warped they don\'t know right from wrong.

Ever sensitive, Angelo frowns. (Don\'t tell me you\'re suddenly having an attack of self-righteous saintliness, dearheart.)

(I may be a killer Angelo but I don\'t have to get down to their level,) I growl.

Angelo rolls his eyes. (You\'re above their level, Weasel. You\'re at the top of the food chain and they\'re on the bottom. I thought you\'d finally realized that.) He releases me in disgust. (Tell me right now if you\'re gonna Share this kill or turn tail.)

And if you do turn tail, don\'t expect to be in my bed later, are the unspoken words of his warning. Because not Sharing and bailing on him would be a betrayal in Angelo\'s eyes.

Fuck-fuck-fuck. I\'m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don\'t. And if anyone deserves to die, these two bastards do.

Who the hell am I fooling? Not myself, that\'s for fucking sure. I already made my choice.

If I\'m gonna be damned regardless, I\'d rather be damned with Angelo than without him.


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