Don't Judge A Vampire By Its Fangs
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Adult ++
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11
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Don't Judge A Vampire By Its Fangs: Part 8
A/N: Since this is getting a great response and the muse is a happy boy, here is another short chapter.
Note: When this was rewritten, the first sentence which was the last one in the last chapter, was put with this paragraph.
Never Judge A Vampire By Its Fangs: Part 8
If I\'m gonna be damned regardless, I\'d rather be damned with Angelo than without him. Besides, it\'s not like cheating myself will save the twins. The only reason Arian is still alive is because Angelo purposely fed from an area that would cause extreme pain without instantly killing him. But there is no way the Breather will survive the damage Angelo and I did. Maybe he\'ll live out the night, but that\'s about it.
Neith, however, is living on borrowed time. As long as he amuses Angelo, he\'ll stay alive. Once that ends, so does his life. Since Neith has been pissing me the fuck off, having Angelo kill him more than works for me. At least I won\'t be the one killing Neith.
I won\'t be the one losing control.
I realize that it\'s not my conscience that\'s eating at me. It\'s not even my guilt. It\'s knowing that if Angelo hadn\'t stopped me, not only would I have given into my instincts and gone feral, I\'d have gleefully and savagely torn into Neith\'s flesh with my teeth and nails like a wild animal. Just the thought of it makes my cock hard and that, above anything else, is what scares the fuck out of me.
Gods, I want the kill too much. Almost as much as I want Angelo. I can\'t either one up. I won\'t give either one up.
I don\'t know which is more self-serving: knowing that pleasing Angelo means more to me than either twin\'s life or using that excuse to do what will please me. What I want to do so badly I can taste it.
No more lying to myself. No more comforting myself with a rational reason why Neith deserves this. My reason is emotional. Personal.
I want to kill Neith because I know I\'ll enjoy it. And I wish this decision wasn\'t as easy and remorseless for me to make as it is.
\"Do what you want to him,\" I whisper in Angelo\'s ear as my arms slip around his waist, \"as long as I get Neith when you\'re done with him.\"
A moan escapes my lover\'s lips as I press against him and he barely manages to breathe, \"Anything,\" against my lips before I kiss him violently and swallow the rest of his words.
I know Angelo is both irritated and amused that I\'m using his own methods against him, but one thing about that boy, he takes what he can get, no matter how he gets it. And not only is Angelo getting his way, he gets to Share everything with me, including the pleasure we\'re Sharing now.
I can hear Neith whining, \"Arian! Baby! Wake up.\"
I lift my head from between Angelo\'s thighs and briefly glance in Neith\'s direction.
Angel Boy does NOT care for that. (Feels good,) Angelo murmurs, pushing my head back down. (Don\'t stop.)
(Well... since you\'re being so insistent....) I laugh softly before my mouth and tongue are used for something more important than talking.
\"Oh no you don\'t!\" Neith kicks me so hard in the head that I involuntarily gag on Angelo\'s cock and spit him out. \"Not until you fix Arian up.\"
This is getting really old.
Angelo kisses me full on the mouth. (We\'ll finish this later,) he promises. Then he gives Neith a sweet smile. \"I can fix Arian up by sucking him dry. Can\'t rise again if I kill him that way,\" he singsongs.
Neith\'s eyes narrow with suspicion. He doesn\'t trust Angelo, of course, but his hunger for his twin\'s immortality -- that will in turn lead to his own -- makes the idiot fall for Angelo\'s bait anyway. \"That way?\" he asks Angelo in a quiet voice. \"If you kill him another way, he\'ll become like you?\"
Angelo runs his tongue across his lips. \"You think I\'m gonna tell you for free, darling boy? How bad do you want it, sweetling?\" he whispers. \"What will you give me?\"
Neith is flaring with excitement at the thought that Angelo can do what I won\'t. \"You know what to do? You can do it?\" Then he frowns. \"You better not be fucking with my head, Angelo.\"
Hmmm... maybe Bright Boy isn\'t quite as moronic as I thought he was.
\"Of course I can do it,\" Angelo assures him and smirks. \"After all, I did make Weasel.\"
Neith stares at Angelo, then looks at me, then back to him again. \"You\'re lying.\"
Angelo shrugs. \"Believe what you want, honeychild.\" He turns to me. \"You haven\'t had enough have you?\"
I follow Angelo\'s lead and stand up. \"No, but that\'s an easy problem to fix.\"
I slowly move towards Arian until Neith yells, \"No, don\'t!\"
\"Why not?\" I mock. \"If Angelo can\'t do it and I won\'t do it, then why waste your big bro?\"
\"Waste not, want not,\" Angelo chimes in.
Neith seizes me like a boy insane. Stupidly insane. \"Tell me the truth,\" he demands, shaking me, \"Did Angelo make you what you are?\"
\"Yeah,\" I mutter, bored with the drama. \"Angelo almost drained me to death, then fed me back the blood mixed with his own.\" I easily pry his fingers off my shoulders.
\"Which leads me to my first questions,\" Angelo purrs. \"How bad do you want it and what will you give me, sweet thing?\" Angelo\'s black eyes gleam. \"I\'d make my offer soon if I was you, sweet Neith. Your brother doesn\'t have much time left.\"
\"Offer?\" Neith asks. \"What kind of offer?\"
Angelo smiles. \"You have only two things I want, lover. One of which, of course, is your blood. But I\'ll get that whether you offer or not, sport. Don\'t kid yourself, I\'m gonna get a taste. The other is your flesh. But not to eat.\" Angelo\'s smile becomes sharp and nasty. \"That is, unless that\'s all I can get from you.\"
Neith gets all indignant. \"Are you threatening to rape me, you perv?\"
Angelo snorts. \"Shit, if that\'s not calling the kettle black, sunshine, I don\'t know what is. But I don\'t rape. Perhaps you need me to put it more simply, genius.\" Angelo\'s hand rests on the nape of Neith\'s neck. \"Put out or get eaten a whole other way.\" Angelo squeezes Neith\'s throat hard enough to make him choke before he releases him with an evil laugh.
I wonder if it\'s sunk into Neith\'s pretty and vapid little head that Angelo has just changed the terms of his offer. It\'s no longer, Neith\'s body for Arian\'s Change. It\'s Neith\'s body or Neith\'s life.
Nasty, twisted and completely Angelo. Wickedly delicious.
I definitely like Angelo\'s idea of fun.
You want more? Let me know!
Note: When this was rewritten, the first sentence which was the last one in the last chapter, was put with this paragraph.
Never Judge A Vampire By Its Fangs: Part 8
If I\'m gonna be damned regardless, I\'d rather be damned with Angelo than without him. Besides, it\'s not like cheating myself will save the twins. The only reason Arian is still alive is because Angelo purposely fed from an area that would cause extreme pain without instantly killing him. But there is no way the Breather will survive the damage Angelo and I did. Maybe he\'ll live out the night, but that\'s about it.
Neith, however, is living on borrowed time. As long as he amuses Angelo, he\'ll stay alive. Once that ends, so does his life. Since Neith has been pissing me the fuck off, having Angelo kill him more than works for me. At least I won\'t be the one killing Neith.
I won\'t be the one losing control.
I realize that it\'s not my conscience that\'s eating at me. It\'s not even my guilt. It\'s knowing that if Angelo hadn\'t stopped me, not only would I have given into my instincts and gone feral, I\'d have gleefully and savagely torn into Neith\'s flesh with my teeth and nails like a wild animal. Just the thought of it makes my cock hard and that, above anything else, is what scares the fuck out of me.
Gods, I want the kill too much. Almost as much as I want Angelo. I can\'t either one up. I won\'t give either one up.
I don\'t know which is more self-serving: knowing that pleasing Angelo means more to me than either twin\'s life or using that excuse to do what will please me. What I want to do so badly I can taste it.
No more lying to myself. No more comforting myself with a rational reason why Neith deserves this. My reason is emotional. Personal.
I want to kill Neith because I know I\'ll enjoy it. And I wish this decision wasn\'t as easy and remorseless for me to make as it is.
\"Do what you want to him,\" I whisper in Angelo\'s ear as my arms slip around his waist, \"as long as I get Neith when you\'re done with him.\"
A moan escapes my lover\'s lips as I press against him and he barely manages to breathe, \"Anything,\" against my lips before I kiss him violently and swallow the rest of his words.
I know Angelo is both irritated and amused that I\'m using his own methods against him, but one thing about that boy, he takes what he can get, no matter how he gets it. And not only is Angelo getting his way, he gets to Share everything with me, including the pleasure we\'re Sharing now.
I can hear Neith whining, \"Arian! Baby! Wake up.\"
I lift my head from between Angelo\'s thighs and briefly glance in Neith\'s direction.
Angel Boy does NOT care for that. (Feels good,) Angelo murmurs, pushing my head back down. (Don\'t stop.)
(Well... since you\'re being so insistent....) I laugh softly before my mouth and tongue are used for something more important than talking.
\"Oh no you don\'t!\" Neith kicks me so hard in the head that I involuntarily gag on Angelo\'s cock and spit him out. \"Not until you fix Arian up.\"
This is getting really old.
Angelo kisses me full on the mouth. (We\'ll finish this later,) he promises. Then he gives Neith a sweet smile. \"I can fix Arian up by sucking him dry. Can\'t rise again if I kill him that way,\" he singsongs.
Neith\'s eyes narrow with suspicion. He doesn\'t trust Angelo, of course, but his hunger for his twin\'s immortality -- that will in turn lead to his own -- makes the idiot fall for Angelo\'s bait anyway. \"That way?\" he asks Angelo in a quiet voice. \"If you kill him another way, he\'ll become like you?\"
Angelo runs his tongue across his lips. \"You think I\'m gonna tell you for free, darling boy? How bad do you want it, sweetling?\" he whispers. \"What will you give me?\"
Neith is flaring with excitement at the thought that Angelo can do what I won\'t. \"You know what to do? You can do it?\" Then he frowns. \"You better not be fucking with my head, Angelo.\"
Hmmm... maybe Bright Boy isn\'t quite as moronic as I thought he was.
\"Of course I can do it,\" Angelo assures him and smirks. \"After all, I did make Weasel.\"
Neith stares at Angelo, then looks at me, then back to him again. \"You\'re lying.\"
Angelo shrugs. \"Believe what you want, honeychild.\" He turns to me. \"You haven\'t had enough have you?\"
I follow Angelo\'s lead and stand up. \"No, but that\'s an easy problem to fix.\"
I slowly move towards Arian until Neith yells, \"No, don\'t!\"
\"Why not?\" I mock. \"If Angelo can\'t do it and I won\'t do it, then why waste your big bro?\"
\"Waste not, want not,\" Angelo chimes in.
Neith seizes me like a boy insane. Stupidly insane. \"Tell me the truth,\" he demands, shaking me, \"Did Angelo make you what you are?\"
\"Yeah,\" I mutter, bored with the drama. \"Angelo almost drained me to death, then fed me back the blood mixed with his own.\" I easily pry his fingers off my shoulders.
\"Which leads me to my first questions,\" Angelo purrs. \"How bad do you want it and what will you give me, sweet thing?\" Angelo\'s black eyes gleam. \"I\'d make my offer soon if I was you, sweet Neith. Your brother doesn\'t have much time left.\"
\"Offer?\" Neith asks. \"What kind of offer?\"
Angelo smiles. \"You have only two things I want, lover. One of which, of course, is your blood. But I\'ll get that whether you offer or not, sport. Don\'t kid yourself, I\'m gonna get a taste. The other is your flesh. But not to eat.\" Angelo\'s smile becomes sharp and nasty. \"That is, unless that\'s all I can get from you.\"
Neith gets all indignant. \"Are you threatening to rape me, you perv?\"
Angelo snorts. \"Shit, if that\'s not calling the kettle black, sunshine, I don\'t know what is. But I don\'t rape. Perhaps you need me to put it more simply, genius.\" Angelo\'s hand rests on the nape of Neith\'s neck. \"Put out or get eaten a whole other way.\" Angelo squeezes Neith\'s throat hard enough to make him choke before he releases him with an evil laugh.
I wonder if it\'s sunk into Neith\'s pretty and vapid little head that Angelo has just changed the terms of his offer. It\'s no longer, Neith\'s body for Arian\'s Change. It\'s Neith\'s body or Neith\'s life.
Nasty, twisted and completely Angelo. Wickedly delicious.
I definitely like Angelo\'s idea of fun.
You want more? Let me know!