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Cruel Love Anthology	By : CarolineSpencer Category: 1 through F > Cruel Intentions Views: 8536 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cruel Love Anthology

Disclaimer: I clearly own nothing.

Author's Note: Well this is the vampire chapter so obviously there is going to be blood, but not as much as G is for Gruesome so there's that. Also there are many allusions to the original Dangerous Liaisons (names, dialogue) and currently vampire mythology (see bottom AN).

Chapter Summary: They'd been together for centuries. Lovers, playmates, rivals, and soul mates. Is it possible he'll really throw it all away for teenage virgin from Kansas? Not if Kathryn has anything to say about it.

M is for Mate

"There's a woman…a woman I adore. And I am afraid she is insisting that I give you up. It's beyond my control"

- Vicomte de Valmont, Dangerous Liaisons

There was something about Court Reynolds blood. Perhaps it was the copious amounts of alcohol he was prone to consuming. Maybe it was on account of his family's somewhat vague royal lineage. Kathryn couldn't be sure. What she did know was that Court was one tasty dish. Literally.

Releasing her grip on his broad shoulders, the young man crumpled against the wall in a heap. Licking her bloody fingers clean, she considered him a moment. He wasn't dead. Unfortunately. There was nothing she would have loved more than ending the misogynistic assholes life, but it wouldn't be smart. After all, what would people say if the boyfriend of the student body president was found dead? People might start suspecting her and she couldn't allow that.

Kathryn Merteuil wasn't about to let her thousand year-old existence come to an end all on account of one sniveling, weak, teenage boy. Fuck that. For now Court would just remain her personal blood bag.

As she waited for her 'boyfriend' to regain consciousness, Kathryn went to the bathroom to clean up. It was large and extravagant much like the rest of the house. She couldn't recall at the moment which one of her well-heeled, spoiled classmates was throwing the party currently in progress on the other side of the house.

Just as she suspected she was a mess. Blood was smeared across her lips and chin giving her a rather gruesome appearance. A few drops had even landed on her new Cavalli dress, but luckily it was black and therefore barely noticeable. She hadn't shown much decorum that evening she supposed, but Court really hadn't left her much choice. He had been all over her, demanding sex. It had taken all her considerable strength not to kill him.

She could hear the idiot start to stir in the other room. He hadn't made a noise, but to her ears his breathing had noticeably changed. She was in front of him in a flash. Kneeling before him, she pricked her thumb on her fang before retracting them. She rubbed a droplet of her blood against the wound she had left on his neck and watched as it healed almost instantly.

Suddenly he shook awake and his dopey gaze darted around the room before landing on her. "Kathryn, what the hell-

She placed her finger against his lips and allowed her eyes to bore into his. Gripping his face she told him in a soothing, but firm tone, "You dragged me in here and we had sex. It was incredible. I came twice and gave you the best head of your life. You passed out after finishing that bottle of Jack."

When she was sure her 'message' took, Kathryn rose to her feet and offered up a concerned smile. "Court, are you alright?"

He shook his head, his floppy brown locks falling away from his handsome face. The gesture reminded her of one of those big, dumb dogs shaking water off of their coats. That's what Court was, nothing more than a dumb, horny, dog, who liked to drink, screw, and make racist comments. Blinking up at her in confusion he muttered, "Yeah, I'm fine babe. Uh, I guess I just passed out there for a moment."

He lumbered to his feet and squeezed her shoulder. "That was incredible doll face."

Kathryn smiled, satisfied that her glamouring had took. Christ, with the amount of times she had done it to him she was surprised he didn't have any permanent brain damage yet. She briefly kissed his mouth. "Thanks."

"Um, how was it for you?"

She gave him her stock answer. "Best ever." Turning on her heel she rolled her eyes as soon as her back was turned. In their near six months of dating Kathryn had only fucked him once. It had been predictably awful, what with his micro-penis and clumsy touch. After the first time she had resorted to glamouring him into believing they had an amazing sex life.

There was a part of her that deeply resented the fact that she was still doing this shit, being reduced to playing the part of the perfect girlfriend to some useless male but she knew it was the only way. If she was to be part of the world, and not just merely existing of the fringes, she had to play the part. Even if it was ridiculous.

"Well, I need to get going. Curfew and all." She picked up her Burberry coat and slid it on as Court slumped down into the four poster bed.

"Well wait up, I'll give you a life home," he offered feebly.

"No need, Fredrick is waiting with the car." Walking over to him she placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss. "Besides, you look like you could use the rest. I'll talk to tomorrow. I love you."

"Love you to," he mumbled already half asleep.

With one last disgusted sneer Kathryn left the bedroom and headed down the stairs. The party was still in full swing, the sounds of teenagers laughing and squealing over the awful sounds of contemporary music. Kathryn grit her teeth. God, how she hated the music of today, it gave her a headache.

As she reentered the party she was immediately swarmed by her peers. Everyone was vying for her elusive attention from eager females to horny boys. She gave them all the same serene, pleasant smile and explained that she needed to get home on account of curfew. Nobody questioned it of course. They had no reason to suspect that her actual parents had died centuries ago. At her hands.

To everyone on the Upper East Side she was known as Kathryn Merteuil, a well-bread, bright, young woman from old money who was born in France, educated in England and relocated to Manhattan to live with her elderly, bed-ridden aunt when her parents died in a tragic car accident. She was thought to be smart, well-mannered and cultured, with just a hint of mystery, but at the same time they still viewed her as one of them.

In some ways Kathryn was most proud of that. Centuries of experience had taught her that children, or teenagers in her case, were usually much harder to snow than adults. They were already prone to be much more suspicious and therefore it could be harder at times to make them fall in line. But she always succeeded. No matter what town, country, or continent she was on, Kathryn never had any problem making people fall in love with her.

She said a few brief goodbye's to her classmates before heading out to the foyer to call her driver to bring the car around. As she waited she caught her reflection in the antique oval mirror in front of her. Yes, she was a vampire and she could still see her reflection. Most of her kind could not, but being around as long as she had, she had stumbled on a few tricks (and made friends with a warlock or two) that helped her keep up the appearance of a human. She could also walk freely in the sunlight, a feet she had only shared with one other vampire.

Although she could appear to be anywhere between sixteen and twenty six years old, she was currently playing eighteen. This meant she had another eight years in Manhattan before she would have to move on. Maybe two if she really pushed things, but experience had taught her that wasn't a good idea. It was best to get out while one still could.

Kathryn had been eighteen when she was turned. Her mother, a wealthy Duchess, had arranged for her marriage to a much older king who she had never met. On the eve of the wedding one of the king's men had come into her chambers as she was preparing for bed. He had dismissed her servants and she still could recall how anxious she got when she heard the key click in the lock.

She hadn't stood a chance of course. He was on her before she could move, tossing her to the cold stone floor. His fangs had torn into her neck the same time his repugnant cock had claimed her virginity. To this day she couldn't be sure which hurt more.

Many vampires can't recall their transformation, but she could, in nauseating detail. Kathryn remembered every second of her death, the pain, the horror, the lecherous grin of the monster that did it to her. When she awoke she was of course terrified. She had no idea what exactly had happened or what she had become, but she knew she was strong. She used her strength to turn on him. Most vampires felt a kinship with their sire, but all she felt was revulsion and anger. Being as she was a newborn vampire, her strength was at its highest. She killed him before he could ever tell her his name or what she now was.

When she did eventually discover what she had been turned into, she wondered why he had turned her. It took her a while to suss out that he had been sent from a rival kingdom, to turn the king's future bride into a monster they hoped would kill him. They got their wish. She killed him, his court, her parents and most of the kingdom. Kathryn had never been much for loyalty.

Except for one glaring exception.

Kathryn was jolted from her thoughts when a drunken couple came crashing into the house, laughing and pawing each other like crazy. They seemed oblivious to her presence and for a brief moment she considered taking them home with her for a midnight snack. It would be almost ridiculously easy, but it the end she decided against it. She had other more pressing matters to deal with.

Her town car eventually arrived and she slid into the back seat. Immediately she went to the bar and filled a martini glass of AB positive. As she sipped her blood, like her classmates guzzled their alcohol, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed home. She allowed it to ring several times before giving up.

"Goddammit Sebastian," she cursed under her breath setting her glass down with a dull thud.

Although he was currently playing the part of her 'stepbrother', Sebastian Valmont was much more. He was her lover, her sometimes rival, her playmate, or to use the prosaic term, fuck-buddy. Right now however he was her, pain-in-the-ass.

Kathryn knew he was home. He had begged off going to the party that night if favor of romancing his latest conquest, an innocent blonde teenager from Kansas who up until a few weeks ago was a virgin. She had of course handed that over to Valmont along with (unknowingly) enough blood to fill a blood bank.

Before she left that night Sebastian had tried to play the evening off as casual, but Kathryn knew otherwise. He was practically salivating to get his little girlfriend alone. All of this led her to believe that the inevitable had finally happened.

Sebastian was falling for his dinner.

This had never been a problem in the past. For all intents and purposes Sebastian was an exceptional vampire. Brilliant, cunning and cruel, he was made for the lifestyle. But then again, she had known that from the very beginning.

They had met in France during the 18th century. At the time she was playing the part of a young aristocrat recently widowed. Sebastian, at the time known as Vicomte de Valmont, was the biggest rake in France. His exploits among women had become somewhat legendary. He lived to dominate and destroy. You couldn't go anywhere in Paris without hearing his name whispered.

Of course she had been intrigued, even more so when she spotted him for the first time. More pretty than hansom, he was simply breathtaking with his cherub face and puffy lips that had a tendency to curve into a wicked smirk whenever he spotted her. She knew she would eventually have him and then delight in destroying him. Kathryn had always seen herself as somewhat of an avenger for her sex and the way she saw it there was no greater threat than Valmont. He preyed upon women and used the strict social laws that binned them to his advantage. Yes, she would take great pleasure in eating him alive. Literally.

Only it didn't work out that way. At first he made no move whatsoever against her. She found this odd as she never had trouble attracting the attention of the opposite sex before. She was beautiful and carried, as one of her lovers once told her, an impenetrable air of mystery around her. It seemed to her as if he was apprehensive towards her like he knew her for the dangerous predator she was and thus kept his distance.

She was staying with his aunt, Madame de Rosemonde, in the country when he showed up one afternoon, strutting into the room with his confident air and smug smile. He had gone right up to her, kissed her hand and made his intentions known that he wanted them to become 'great friends'. She had resisted him at first of course, after all it wouldn't do to make it too easy for him. Kathryn gently rebuffed his advances until finally one night, during a dinner party, she allowed him to take her on a moonlight walk of the gardens. They ended up fucking on the lawn like two rutting animals.

It had been fantastic. Really, she had never had such an accomplished lover, and a human to boot. He was the only man, human or vampire, that had been able to keep up with her. Sebastian had been just as insatiable as her and they spent the next few months barely out of each other's sight. She had shown him facets of her personality she had never shown anyone else, exposing her true libertarian nature and disgust for the morals of the day.

Of course she didn't tell him about her true nature, though at times she was tempted if only to see how he would react. She unknowingly fed from him then glamour him into forgetting anything other than sex took place.

Then she made a mistake. Kathryn had forgotten that Valmont had planned on calling on her one afternoon when she was busy feeding off one of her useless lovers. He had gone straight to her bed chamber as he was prone to doing now that they were sleeping together regularly and found her feasting. She could still recall the look on his face when he found her fangs deep in her victim.

Any normal person would be horrified to stumble upon such a sight but then again, Valmont was never normal. He had quietly shut the door behind him and approached the bed before calmly asking what she was. A witch? A demon? Kathryn briefly flirted with the idea of killing him, but knew she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was already growing…attached to him.

For the first time in seven hundred years Kathryn told the truth. She told him what she was and how she came to be and that he could never tell another soul or she would glamour him to the point where he didn't even know his own name. "Who would believe me?" he countered.

True enough. Sebastian remarked how he had always known she was special, that she had some great untouchable power and that was why he never approached her before. He then shocked her with his next request. "Will you turn me?"

Kathryn had been flabbergasted to say the least. How could he want this life after all? She had never sired anyone and she never had any intentions of doing so. It was a responsibility she had no interest in.

However Valmont was relentless. For weeks he hounded her, trying to seduce her as it were into turning him. She tried to make him see what he was asking. One evening she walked in on him with one of his lovers and tore the young girl limb from limb. Far from being horrified, he was entranced. He never even lost his hard on.

They ended up having crazy, violent sex that night. She threw him across the room, breaking his bones, but he wouldn't let up. He kept coming after her ordering her to make him hers. Finally, in moment of madness or perhaps he finally just wore her down, she tore into him, feeding to the point of near death before offering her wrist and ordered, "Drink."

Unlike her, Sebastian hadn't woken up angry and violent. He had been calm and still, very much like his own self. Even so, she kept a stake nearby just in case he tried to attack her. Oh, he attacked her alright but it hadn't been with the intent of hurting her rather than fucking her into the mattress. Valmont pounded into her with his new found strength and as he came he growled his love for her.

From that point on they were always together. After seven hundred years of being she enjoyed the companionship. Valmont became her lover, her friend and her mate. They didn't share the normal sire/child relationship. He didn't bow down to her or worship at her feet, but rather their relationship was one of equals.

Of course during their two hundred plus years together they sometimes needed their space. When they became annoyed with one another or when one of them had the need to branch out they would separate, sometimes years at a time, but they always found their way back to one another.

Kathryn was starting to wonder if perhaps they could do with another separation. Maybe that's what this relationship with the little farm girl was about. Sebastian wanting to show her that he didn't need her, that he could get his needs fulfilled elsewhere or he might be looking for a little independence

Then again, perhaps he really had succumbed to the inevitable and fallen in love.

Kathryn truly hoped not. It wasn't just about her ego (although that was always a factor) at stake. Sebastian was a truly great vampire and it would be a colossal waste if he tossed that away all for a piece of blonde, holier-than-thou ass from the Midwest.

Vampires had a tendency after they changed to hold on to elements from their own life. Sometimes it was hobbies, other times it was personality traits. In Sebastian's case it was the love of the hunt—and not just for dinner. Even two hundred years later he still lived for seducing and destroying innocent women.

When they stumbled across Annette Hargrove, the daughter of the headmaster at their prep school, Sebastian had salivated over her innocence. Kathryn enjoyed mocking him about his new obsession. They had even made a wager which she had lost when he finally nailed and fed on the girl a few weeks later. Kathryn had to be his pet for a week, bowing to his every command both sexual and otherwise. It had been amusing—until she discovered that he was still seeing the blonde.

It had been nearly a month now and he was still holding her hand in the hallways, whispering I love you's over the phone and making googly eyes at her over breakfast. All of this led her to believe he was genuinely in love. It wasn't unheard of for vampires to fall for humans, Kathryn had witnessed it on occasion with her own eyes but she never though it would befall someone like Sebastian. She couldn't believe there was a chance she would loose him after all this time to a country pumpkin who shopped at Wal-Mart. Talk about a horror show.

When the car at last pulled up to her townhouse she didn't wait for the driver to open her door before marching out. Thinking about her lover's possible downfall was making her anxious, a feeling that was incredibly foreign to Kathryn. As soon as she stepped foot inside she could smell her. Normally the smell might have had her salivating, but now it was turning her stomach.

Kathryn was in front of her bedroom in a flash. She could hear her mate feeding on the other side. Shaking her head in annoyance she entered the sprawling bedroom to find Sebastian in the middle of the four poster bed, naked and feeding on the human who lay quiet and still. Kathryn might have thought her dead if she couldn't hear the dull thud of her heartbeat.

She slammed the door shut loudly, but it still didn't tare him from his supper. "What the fuck is this?" she finally asked when he still hadn't given her the proper attention.

Sebastian's head swung back to face her and not for the first time she was momentarily startled by his beauty. If Kathryn still had a heartbeat she imagined it would skip a beat at that moment. He was still as beautiful as he was that first afternoon she laid eyes on him, maybe even more so with the blood dripping from his mouth.

He lips quirked upwards in a smirk as his gaze finally found hers. "What the fuck does it look like?"

Kathryn slowly strut up to the bed and eyed his victim, who appeared to be passed out, with disdain. "It looks like you're playing with your dinner."

He chuckled. "Care to join us?"

They almost always shared their lovers and victims, but the mere idea of sinking her fangs into miss purity 2012 made her stomach heave. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass," she replied not bothering to keep the disgust from her tone. She turned away and headed to the wet bar on the other side of the room.

As she poured herself a glass of whisky she watched in the floor length mirror in front of her as Sebastian rose up from the bed, bloody, naked and with his erect cock swinging between his legs proudly, and sauntered towards her. "So how was your little party? Eat anyone tasty?"

Kathryn watched as he headed to the washbasin and cleaned himself up. "It was the same as any high school party. And just Reynolds."

Sebastian chuckled as he dried his face. "Christ, I can't believe you're still bothering with that half wit. He can't taste that good. If I didn't know any better I would think you were growing attached to him." He removed the whisky from her hand and took a sip. "Should I be expecting a new addition to our household?"

It took everything in her not to hurl him across the room for that remark. Kathryn couldn't believe he would have the balls to taunt her given how he was openly mooning over some lowly human. Snatching her glass back she hissed icily, "Reynolds is just a means to an end. Having a serious boyfriend keeps away certain questions. And yes, he is that tasty."

"I wouldn't know," he grumbled back, "As you won't share."

"Yeah, because the last time I did you snapped his neck afterwards," she huffed is exasperation.

He shrugged indifferently, "He was boring. Besides at least that one could fuck you worth a damn." Sebastian pressed himself against her back and nuzzled against her neck. "Tell me, has the Nazi in training gotten any better in the sack?"

Kathryn suppressed the urge to press herself back against him. She was still pissed and his bringing up Court's lack of prowess in the bedroom wasn't helping matters. "I wouldn't know. I gave up after the fist time."

"Poor sis," he sighed. "Perhaps big brother can help remedy your situation." Sebastian's hand slipped between her legs and up her thigh to her cunt. His fingers teased against her like gentle whispers.

"You're really enjoying this whole incest angle, aren't you?" she snickered.

"I always do," he chuckled darkly against her skin as she felt his fangs come out and nip at her.

Kathryn vaguely wondered if Sebastian had ever had a sister he had gotten in on with in the past. Perhaps she would bring it up later when she wasn't so annoyed with him. "I'm hungry," he whispered.

"You just ate"

"Not for that," he replied, his voice sounding huskier. "I need to be inside your snug little cunt."

Grasping her chin he forced her head to turn and his mouth was soon on hers, soft and coaxing. Kathryn could feel herself beginning to melt and she knew how easy it would be to just give into him, satisfy the ache between her legs but then her eyes opened and she noticed the passed out blonde not ten feet away. She yanked away from him. "I'm not in the mood."

"It sure as shit felt like it," he sniped back. "What's up your ass?"

"Well for starters there's your dinner bleeding out all over my Egyptian silk sheets."

Sebastian glanced over at Annette and shrugged, "What about her?"

Could he really be so fucking clueless she wondered? Keeping her tone as even as possible she asked, "I thought you were getting rid of her. Why is she still here?"

"I haven't felt like giving her up yet. Surely you won't deny me a pet?"

"Pet?" Kathryn challenged her eyebrow quirked upwards at the term. "I thought she was a conquest?"

"Mmm, she was," he mused as he walked back over to the bed. Sebastian caressed Annette's hair and his expression softened as he watched her. "I don't know there's something about her. She's completely innocent and pure, there's no darkness in her. It's refreshing, novel even."

Kathryn dug her nails into her palm so hard she drew blood. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this angry and it hadn't ended with a mass murder of some kind. "How quaint," she replied dryly.

Noticing the tone in her voice he looked up at her. "What?"

"You are aware how cliché this all is, don't you. The big, bad vampire falling for the innocent pure of heart teenager? You're like a goddamn teen movie. How sad."

Turning away from his human he snarled, "What the fuck is your problem tonight? You're being a bigger cunt than usual."

Kathryn wanted to lash out at him. Better yet, she wanted to tear that stupid little girl apart at the seams. She could do it to, she mused, she was faster than him. If she wanted she could kill Bella Swan before he could stop her. However, there was no point to that seeing as it wouldn't eliminate the problem. In order for Valmont to get over his little infatuation he was going to have to kill her himself, but how to force his hand? Kathryn had an idea.

Pouring herself another drink she replied, "I've been thinking, perhaps it's time for us to go our separate ways for a little while."

"Wait. What? Why? Has someone gotten suspicious?"

Kathryn waved her hand in a careless gesture. "No, of course not."

"Then why Kathryn?" His tone had taken on a sudden urgency. "What's going on?"

Setting her decanter of alcohol down she faced him. "I think it's best I give you some space so you can be with your little…pet in peace."

He crossed his arms to his chest. "And why would I need space?"

"Well I suppose it wouldn't so much be for you but me…and my stomach. You see Valmont you might not be aware of it, but I can see plain as day that you're falling for the schoolgirl and frankly it's starting to make me ill. Now you know I would never begrudge you anything, so of course I won't get in your way but I also won't be around to watch your downfall."

"My down fall?" he echoed.

Kathryn nodded. "Speaking as someone a lot older-

"Jesus Christ, any excuse to throw that it my face," he sneered.

"Well I am older darling and a hell of a lot wiser. I've seen this happen to others, but I thought you were immune Sebastian. I thought you were better, smarter than that but I guess I assumed too much."

Sebastian shook his head in frustration. "What are you getting at Kathryn?"

"In English, you're in love with that girl and one way or another it will destroy you. I won't watch it happen so I think its best that I leave. I think I'll head to Budapest for a little while. I'll leave in the morning."

With that Kathryn turned on her heel and headed towards the bathroom. She expected him to call out to her, tell her she wins, he'd give her up, but he did no such thing. Instead he laughed at her. That was something he knew she wouldn't abide.

Whipping back around she demanded, "What's so funny?"

Sebastian grinned maliciously back at her. "You're jealous."

"Excuse me?"

He strode closer to her. "You think I prefer her to you and you're jealous. Admit it."

"She's a human!" she sneered like it was a dirty word. "Why would I possibly be jealous of her?"

"Because she might have something you don't and you can't stand that. It's something you can't stomach," he parroted back her words, his tone mocking.

"Don't you dare mock me," she hissed back her voice icy and foreboding.

Sebastian stepped closer. "Or what?"

"I'm stronger than you Valmont"

"Prove it, you little-

Before he could finish his insult she sent him sailing across the long room and into the wall, leaving a sizeable dent. As he got to his feet he shook the bits of plaster from his blonde hair then met her stare. A slow, feral smile spread across his face. "So, you want to play baby?"

"You started this," she reminded him as she slowly advanced.

"And I'll finish it," he countered before his fangs popped out and he was on her in a nanosecond before her feet could even leave the ground

The pair crashed back into her antique bureau from the 17th century, effectively crushing it and sending its contents scattering and breaking around them. "Son of a bitch!" Kathryn snarled. "Do you have any idea how long-?"

Before she could get the sentence out Sebastian sunk his fangs into her neck. She hissed not at the pain, which at this point was nothing, but at the familiar and annoying tremble that rippled through her sex when he did. Frustrated by the move she dug her nails into the flesh of her mate's shoulders and scratched him deep and painfully.

"Fucking cunt," he snarled as he yanked away from her. Kathryn used his momentary paralysis to gain the upper hand knocking him back and straddling him. She grabbed a piece of splintered wood and held it at his chest. Sebastian huffed out a laugh. "Cute. Is that the best you got Buffy?"

"What do you think?"

Before he could reply with another smart ass retort she produced the other object she had grabbed, using her silk Hermes scarf to pick it up. Kathryn drove the shiny, sterling silver letter opener into Valmont's throat. He instantly called out in pain as smoke rose from his skin while she sat back on her hunches and smiled in malevolent glee. He pulled the object from his neck and threw it across the room, hissing as it scotched his skin. Snarling he punched her square in the face and sending her toppling into an end table.

Kathryn got to her feet swiftly before he could get the jump on her once again. Slowly they circled one another like the dangerous predators they were. "You're a sneaky little bitch Kathryn."

"Oh I'm well aware of what I am darling. Too bad you can't say the same," she chided.

"And what am I?"

She stopped moving and stayed absolutely still not even blinking as she replied mockingly, "Nothing more than another pussy-whipped, weak little school boy. To think there was a time I called you my equal," she sighed. "How tragic and so very pathetic."

Kathryn had barely gotten the last word out before he pushed her back harshly into the opposite wall. She could feel it dent slightly as her dead body was violently shoved against it. As her head jerked up she saw him advance. She was going to duck out of the way before he made contact but she noticed he wasn't moving at his typical vamp speed. Sebastian stopped dead in front of her. "Take it back."

She let out a humorless chuckle, "Why would I do that. It's the truth."

"Take it back," he repeated.

Kathryn lifted her chin in a show of defiance. "Make me."

Valmont stepped even closer, cornering her against the wall but she didn't cower or shrink back. She simply hardened her stance and squared her shoulders. Suddenly his hands shot out and grasped her shoulders. He squeezed her in a way that would crush the bones of a mere human, but barely registered on a thousand year old vampire. "Fuck you Kathryn," he spat at her before launching his mouth against hers.

His kiss was hungry and violent and as he pressed himself into her she could feel his erection spring to life. In spite of the fact that she was so angry and frustrated with him she could spit glass, Kathryn found herself returning his passion with equal fervor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in further, while digging her nails into his shoulder as she did. Sebastian bit her lip in retaliation before soothing it away with a swipe of his clever tongue.

As their mouths remained surged together, he began ripping the clothes from her body. Their fighting had already ruined her black halter dress so she didn't protest when Valmont ripped the garment completely off with an aggressive tug, leaving it in shreds on the floor. Her underwear followed quickly after it. Sebastian was already naked and as he easily lifted her up against the wall and her legs wrapped around his waist, she noticed the wounds she had inflicted upon him just moments ago were all but healed. His beautiful skin was once again flawless.

As she felt his dick nudge her entrance, her 'stepbrother' pulled away from her mouth and his stare found hers. He wanted to watch her. He knew it would be painful, albeit momentarily, and he wanted to see it written on her face. Ever the sadist.

When Kathryn was turned her hymen had already been ripped thanks to her rapist/sire, but just barely. Following her transformation her cells reformed, therefore every time she had sex it was almost like being penetrated for the first time. Over time she had gotten use to it and even enjoyed the pain to a point, but Sebastian usually took care to be careful with her on that first initial push into her body. She had a feeling he wouldn't be so careful tonight. She was right.

Sebastian entered her with one sharp, brutal thrust. Kathryn let out a cry of pain, her back arching against the wall and her nails digging even harder against his newly fixed skin. The corner of his lips twisted upwards in sick amusement when he realized he was hurting her. He pulled out then thrust back in just as violently. "You're such an asshole," she hissed out at him.

"YOU made me what I am," he reminded her as he licked her neck. "Remember that sweetheart."

She was going to level back an argument reminding him how he begged for this life but her thoughts left her as he began fucking her in earnest against the wall. His hips moved with an inhuman speed, as he pumped into her, and the walls behind them began to crack at the force of his thrusts.

The initial pain Kathryn had felt when he first penetrated her began to fall away and was soon replaced by the agonizing ripples of pleasure. The truth of the matter was there was nothing like vampire sex. A human just couldn't compete, no matter how skilled a lover they might be. They weren't equipped with the strength, agility or stamina.

As he clutched her ass and nipped at her neck and lips with his dull teeth, Sebastian muttered in her ear, "So goddamn tight, every single fucking time…"

"Do I feel better than your little human?" she taunted back.

Sebastian let out a growl at her question before snipping, "She's warmer."

Kathryn smirked as she grabbed him by the back of the head and replied, "But you prefer the cold." Before he could protest she crushed her mouth against his as he continued to fuck her into the wall. Their tongues fought against each other for dominance and Kathryn knew she was close. Judging by the way his cock seemed to become even larger inside her, she knew he was as well.

She tilted herself up just a little, digging her heels into his back in the process, in order for his pelvis bone to rub against her engorged clit in just the right way. When that familiar, warm sensation began to make its way through her dead body, her fangs popped out and she bit into his neck. As she drank from him she felt his dick twitch. Sebastian pulled out once more before pushing as deep as he could inside her then biting her neck as he shot his cold seed. The force of it and the feeling of him feeding off her caused her to come once again.

Before her lover could gather his bearings, Kathryn used his newly weakened state to push back from the wall and send them both toppling to the floor below. They just missed the mess of wood and debris that had become the bureau. Sebastian huffed out an unnecessary breath. "Are you trying to stake both of us?"

"Quit being so fucking melodramatic," she snickered. Kathryn began kissing and nipping down his chest, stopping to tease his nipples.

"Mmm…says the girl threatening to leave the country all because she's not the center of my world for one—ow!" Sebastian hissed in pain as she nearly tore his right nipple off with her teeth. "Fucking viper"

She looked up at him with a malicious grin before resuming her trek down his body. When she got to his cock, which was still as hard as could be, she grasped it in her fist and pumped him before flicking her tongue against the head. Sebastian grabbed her by the hair. "Wait. Put your fangs away first."

Kathryn pouted. "I thought you like it when I played?"

His clear blues eyes narrowed at her as he demanded, "I don't want your fangs anywhere near by dick right now. Away."

She rolled her eyes and briefly contemplated telling him she wouldn't blow him, but then decided to hell with it and retracted her fangs. Kathryn's mouth encircled his engorged penis and she took his full, throbbing length into her throat. Her vampirism eliminated any gag reflex allowing her to swallow him to the root. Sebastian moaned as she enveloped him and dug his nails into the throw rug below, pulling fibers away and digging a sizeable hole. She'd yell at him later for that.

Kathryn bobbed her head in time sucking him in earnest as her tongue slid against his sensitive backside. When she began to moan around his length, the vibrations from her throat caused him to call out in pleasure and knot his fingers in her hair. A smile tugged at her lips as her gaze found him. For the first time in so many minutes he offered her a genuine smile.

With his grip in her hair tightening, he began frantically thrusting against her mouth, chasing his come. As he did he let out a string of obscenities, telling her to suck him harder, make him come. His words along with her own actions increased the ache between her legs. There was something about blowing a man that always got her off.

Moments later it was Valmont who was getting off. Clutching her tightly to him, he shot his cold seed into the back of her throat until she could barely swallow. As she released him from her throat, Sebastian took his still hard dick in his hands and stroked it. "Get up here and ride me," he ordered his tone hard.

Kathryn arched an eyebrow in response wondering when he had seized control of his situation. Still, she did as requested and straddled his lap. Swatting his hands away she took hold of his erection and stroked him before guiding him between her legs. She didn't take him in slowly like she should have and instead impaled herself quickly, trying her damndest to ignore the pain as she did. As she rose up on her hunches she felt Sebastian's hand at her waist stilling her, "Wait."

She knew he was trying to be kind, but after what had just transpired between them it seemed patently absurd. Kathryn shook her head and took his wrist and slammed it to the floor, putting him in a submissive position. He didn't fight it as she started to ride him.

Her pace started off slow, human like almost as she enjoyed the slow glide of his thick dick in her wet sex. She used her own hand to massage her breast and enjoyed the way Valmont licked his lips as he watched her almost as much as she enjoyed her own pleasure. Leaning forward she teased her nipple across his tongue, but when his tongue flicked out for a taste she dogged out of his reach. Sebastian growled in frustration and she laughed. Once again she took a peak at the bed and noticed the forgotten human was still unconscious.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned tearing her attention away from his date.

She blinked back at him, but said nothing. She wasn't sure if he was still playing or if he meant it. Kathryn tightened her grip on his wrist and began to ride him harder, bobbing up and down at a frantic, inhuman pace. She shut her eyes tightly trying to hide from his gaze which were staring back at her imploringly. He began groaning her name, "Kathryn, Kathryn…"

"Shut up Valmont," she hissed back.

"Kiss me," he asked.

"No"

Christ, she was so close. She could feel that familiar sensation of warmth building in her belly. She needed something to push her over the edge. Kathryn tried rubbing her clit, but aside from a momentary spark of pleasure it did nothing.

Suddenly Sebastian tore free from her grasp and sat up. Her eyes shot open just at the moment his fangs popped out and tore into her breast. Kathryn let out a pleasure filled gasp as she finally climaxed. Clutching his body to her tightly she jerked in pleasure as he fed from her breast. She felt his name fall unconsciously from her lips as her body settled.

Pulling away from her, his mouth covered in her blood, his wild gaze found hers. Leaning forward Kathryn licked at the blood and grinned. He growled again and then in one quick movement he rolled them so she was on her back and he was above her. Before she could protest he kissed her. She returned it, all but drinking her own blood in the process.

Sebastian began fucking her again, with long deep thrusts renewing her thirst for him. It was a hunger she feared would never be seated. His intense stare didn't leave her as he started speaking. "Do you honestly believe I could ever prefer someone else over you? That after nearly two hundred years together, I would actually leave you for some eighteen year old girl? Do you think so little of me?"

Kathryn suddenly found it difficult to swallow. "Ever since she's arrived you've been obsessed with her," she reminded him, groaning as he hit some sensitive area inside her.

"You should know better than anyone there's a difference between infatuation and devotion. She's nothing more than a passing amusement, you're…"

"Yes?"

Sebastian thrust inside her deep as he seemed to struggle for words. Whatever he wanted to say was clearly difficult. Finally he confessed, "You're everything Kathryn. You're my lover, my sire, my mate. I could never love anyone else. I don't want to love anyone else. You made me who I am. I owe my life to you and although I would like to strangle, maim and kill you half of the time, I am thankful for that. Thankful for you."

Kathryn found herself struggling for words at his unexpected pronouncement. In all their years together they had never said anything like that to one another. Sometimes sentiments would leak out, but there was always a sense of play. They were never ever truly vulnerable to each other. "Sebastian…"

He shook his head at her as he continued, "And you're not leaving me. I can't be away from you right now. Leave if you want but just know I WILL follow you. Always."

Suddenly he was kissing her again, deep and intently. Kathryn wrapped herself even tighter around him, melting at his touch. As they broke apart she looked up into his face and whispered, "Prove it."

Sebastian seemed momentarily perplexed by her request until he followed her stare across the room to the blond in their bed. He watched her for a moment then replied, "Alright."

He pulled out of her body and then rose elegantly to his feet. Valmont held out his hand for her and helped her up. They walked hand in hand to the bed. He let her go as he sat beside the human. Kathryn took a seat at the foot of the bed, still naked and a little bloody. For once she didn't care if she was making a mess of her sheets.

Sebastian gently touched the girl like she was some delicate object. Kathryn supposed in a way she was. Her gut churned in annoyance.

"First," he spoke suddenly breaking the silence, "I want you to admit it."

She knew what he wanted. Sebastian wanted to hear her say that she was indeed jealous. Kathryn bristled at the demand. "Valmont…"

He looked up at her sharply and told her, "Say it Kathryn."

"Fine," she huffed, "I admit it."

"Admit what?"

Her eyes narrowed dangerous at him. "Don't push me Sebastian. Now get on with it."

Realizing that was as good as he was going to get, he nodded then looked back as Annette began to stir awake. Her blue eyes fluttered open. When they landed on Sebastian a lazy smile spread across her lips. "Hey"

"Hello"

When she noticed Kathryn's presence it seemed to awaken her further. She sat up quickly and began blinking rapidly. An attractive blush settled over her pale skin that would normally have been mouthwatering to her, but now it just made her that much more eager for the kill. "K-Kathryn," she stuttered clearly shocked that not only was she herself half dressed but her boyfriend's sister was as well. "What are you…what's going on?" Touching her neck she noticed that she was covered in blood. "Oh my god I'm bleeding! Sebastian what's happening?"

Valmont looked over at Kathryn then back to Annette. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and looked into her panicked eyes. "Annette everything's alright. Calm down."

If he was trying to glamour her it didn't take. Now weeping she shook her head and cried, "Sebastian…I'm scared. What's going on?"

"Annette I'm sorry but…it's beyond my control."

Before she could question him further, Sebastian suddenly leapt forward and snapped her neck, instantly killing her. The move was so quick and so unexpected even Kathryn let out a gasp of surprise. Carelessly, he let the girl's body fall from his arms and crumple in a heap on the floor. He stared at her a moment before turning back to his mate. "Well, have I proven myself to you?"

Kathryn slowly nodded. "Yes, I would say so."

Gracefully he moved to the foot of the bed and cupped her cheek with surprising gentleness. "Do you feel more…settled now?"

"Yes," she admitted.

Sebastian kissed her softly then pulled back. "You're not going to leave me?"

"Never"

THE END

Author's Note: Alright, well sorry for the delay but frankly this one was a little out of my wheelhouse. I don't usually write supernatural stuff, let alone apply it to the CI world so this took a little while. I fully admit I more or less borrowed (or stole) aspects from other fandom's. The whole vampires live amongst humans and new vampires being stronger (Twilight), glamouring, aversion to silver (True Blood), vampires in the sunlight (Vampire Diaries) sires (Buffy) and probably much more. I imagine if I ever get to the fairytale chapter I want to write, it will be the same thing. Here's hoping I get it done a little quicker.

Okay coming soon is N is for Nemesis. It involves Kathryn and Sebastian as work enemies who get paired up for a project and things ensue. Hopefully it will get posted much sooner than this. Until then please drop me a review and tell me your thoughts. Bye.
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