Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-two

Ithought the trapdoor had revealed all its secrets, but I was wrong. The heavy wooden door was open wide, but the depths were still in shadow, even though I’d freed the crying child.

Sarah’s voice was upbeat as she carried on talking.

“I’ve been praying for years that I’ll be a fated mate myself one day, but I doubt it. I’m just a player holding on to a fantasy of true, vampire love.”

I was looking at her, dumbstruck. The trapdoor inside me was rumbling.

“Has Hans not told you yet?” Sarah said, reading my expression. “Shit, sorry! I might have just ruined a big revelation.”

Our conversation was another humbling experience. For a self-proclaimed vampire addict, I knew absolutely sweet fuck all.

“What are fated mates?” I asked her. “I guess it must mean an intense connection.”

“Add an intense connection to a serious slice of destiny and souls entwining, and I think you’d be pretty close. I don’t know anyone who’s been a fated mate of one of the vampires around here, not before you showed up tonight.” She checked out one of her shoulder wounds in the mirror, then met my eyes in the reflection. “You’re so lucky to be Hans’ long-term love. Like everyone else here, I’ve heard whispers about Mary, but he’s as certain as it gets that you’ll be the one to right the wrongs.”

Wrongs?

The trapdoor kept on rumbling.

Mary. She sounded familiar to me in the strangest of ways. Like a ghost of a whisper.

Like a ghost…

The idea of Hans being in love with anyone else made my stomach turn. I didn’t want to imagine him looking at anyone else the way he looked at me.

“Who is Mary?” I asked. “An ex of his?”

She looked horrified.

“You don’t know who Mary is? Fuck! I’ve got to stop putting my foot in it. It’s up to Hans to tell you this stuff, not me.”

“No, please tell me.”

She looked wary of sticking her foot further in the mud.

“There’s not all that much I can say. I think Mary is some kind of ex of his. From a serious amount of time ago from what I can gather. People don’t really share vampire secrets. All I know is that she was a woman he was very, very in love with. Someone who left him heartbroken for hundreds of years and took him off the path of everything he knew in his old life. The older vampires know all about her, and I’ve heard her name plenty of times. She must have been really special.”

Mary.

Some distant part of me felt like I should know her.

“Are you ok?” Sarah asked. “You look a bit sick. Did you lose too much blood back there? It happens when you’re a newbie. I can get you some help, if you like.”

She began to step away, but I didn’t want her to. It wasn’t blood loss that was making me sickly, it was the thought of Hans being in love with a woman called Mary. There was something deep, dark and scary about it, but also deep, dark and beautiful.

Feeling, not thinking.

Mary was a woman I should know.

A part of my soul wanted to dig all the way into it, but the rest of me really didn’t. It wasn’t the time. Not in the aftermath of a blood house session with a brand new friend beside me.

I was still pain drunk and floating high enough to smile at Sarah and assure her I’d be fine.

“It was crazy back there,” I said. “I’ve barely ever seen any movies about vampire sex, let alone watch it in its full glory. It was amazing. You were taking it so, so well.”

“Thanks. You, too.”

She brushed some of the drying blood from the wounds on my neck. Her touch helped me shunt the eerie Mary and fated mates thoughts away.

“He really got you good there, didn’t he?” she said. “Hans’ teeth sure are brutal.”

It felt strangely good to watch her checking me out, as though it was totally normal for us to be here together, comparing vampire bite marks naked in a bathroom.

I looked at her wounds in return, pointing to a particularly savage looking bite on her hip. It was still dripping blood down her leg.

“Who did this one?”

“Petre.”

It was obvious how much she liked him. I saw her burning up in front of me.

“He’s huge,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “I know the vampire guys are mainly huge, but he is huge huge.”

“Yeah, he’s a giant, but apparently there’s a an even bigger guy. Down on the coast of Brazil.”

The full scope of the global vampire scene still felt alien to me.

“Have you ever been to any of the other blood houses?”

“I’ve been to one in Germany, but none of the others. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get a fated mate of my own one day and they can whisk me away to show me the world.”

She turned me towards her, checking out the healing bite marks on my tits.

“They’re really nice. Has Hans shown you the dirty bite yet?”

I remembered Lady Jane mentioning that downstairs.

“I don’t think so. What is it?”

She spread her legs with no self-consciousness whatsoever, pointing out two places on her pussy, on either side of her clit. Yep. I got it. I gave her a nod.

“Ah, yeah. I remember Hans telling me about it, but no, he hasn’t bitten me there yet.”

She looked so pleased for me.

“You’ve got so much great stuff to look forward to. Girls in here go crazy for the dirty bite, but the vampires play the long game. They hold it back for special occasions, leaving us hanging like puppets on a string. It’s so addictive, it’s ridiculous. It feels like your clit is wound up to another dimension, and when that orgasm starts to blow, it’s a mad combination. Pain and pleasure, at the same time beyond words.” The expression on her face said so much, she was glowing.

She reached out and stroked the bite marks around my nipple. It felt so natural just to let her.

“I’m not kidding,” she went on, “You’ve had some great tit bites from the looks, but times that by about a hundred. Imagine a vamp on each tit and a third between your legs, giving you the dirty bite. When you come, you really do come.”

I wondered if I’d be experiencing anything like that myself one day.

“We should get cleaned up.” She picked up a towel, dampened it under the tap, then started dabbing at her tits.

My tits were tingling and so was my sore pussy. A vamp on each tit and a dirty bite. I wanted that.

“How long did it take you to handle three vampires fucking you at once?” I asked her.

“About six months. That was over five years ago now though. It’s like a rite of initiation, giving your ass and your pussy at the same time. Would you want that? To take two vampire cocks at once?”

I lifted a leg to show her the smears of blood between my thighs.

“I’m still struggling to take one of them. I feel like I’ve been torn to pieces.”

Her grin was filled with life.

“My blood and spit lube didn’t help all that much, then? Hardly surprising, since Hans is as rough as they come. Literally.”

There were so many questions I wanted to ask her. How she learnt about vampires, and how she ended up here. What games she’d played, and which were her favourites. I’d have loved to quiz her on everything about this place, and the vampires who came here. The blood boys, and Edwin, and Lady Jane. And Hans, of course. I wanted to know everything she knew about my fated mate.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said.

She showed me the best technique for clearing away blood without disturbing the wounds. A simple dabbing motion mixed with gentle sweeps. She did my neck for me as she talked me through it.

“Here,” she said when she was done, and gave me the towel. “Have a go on mine.”

I started with the bite on her shoulder, fascinated by the way her teeth marks looked as I washed them clean. I swept the wet towel down to the bites on her tits, loving the way they moved as I dabbed at them and how her nipples went hard before my eyes.

She angled herself so I could clean up the bites on her hips, then hitched her leg up for me, happy for me to clean her pussy. I was fixated as she spread herself wide.

She was still bleeding from the invasion of two huge vampire cocks, blood dribbling from both her pussy and her ass in dainty red trickles down her thighs.

I ran the towel so gently between her legs, my eyes fixed on what I was doing. I’d never seen another girl’s pussy like this. I loved the way she moved as the cloth stroked against her.

“Damn,” she whispered. “I’m already so horny again. Maybe Edwin will take me next, if I ask him nicely.”

Part of me hoped I could watch them, like I’d watched her take the others.

“Your turn,” she said, and gestured me to spread myself in return.

She took the towel back and cleaned me up as I’d cleaned her. I felt a shudder of pleasure at the brush of her touch. It was such a shame I didn’t have more blood for her to clean from me, I’d have loved it to go on for hours.

With Hans watching.

“All done,” she said, and dropped the towel in the washing bin. “At least for now.”

She took my arm in hers and led me out of the bathroom. I almost jumped in shock when I saw Hans leant back against the wall opposite, staring at us.

Had he been hearing my thoughts, and could he hear them now?

About my fantasies of Sarah and Edwin, and how I’d liked her touch.

And about Mary. Fated mates, and the woman called Mary.

I didn’t want him to hear my thoughts on that. Not here and not yet, with Sarah still on my arm.

“How did it go with the clean up?” he asked us both, but his eyes dug into mine.

I knew he was about to read my mind, but I didn’t want it. I had to try for some new skills, and let my instincts guide me.

Feeling, not thinking.

I pictured those walls of mist in the woodlands by the trapdoor, fogging up the air all around me. Blocking out the world outside.

Hans must have known what I was doing. He lowered his eyebrows.

Sarah sensed that something was going down between us. She excused herself, waving goodbye as she trotted off down the landing.

“You’re learning quickly, little one,” Hans whispered when she was out of sight.

I felt the power in my imagination, the walls of mist growing thicker.

“The question is,” Hans stepped up close enough to sweep my hair from the bites on my neck. “What thoughts are you so desperate to hide?”

He kissed my wounds. Gently.

“Has Sarah been sharing any secrets?” he whispered. “People can get very loose tongued when they’re pain drunk. Believe me, I’ve seen it plenty of times.”

“She showed me how to clean up my wounds,” I shared. “And she let me clean up hers.”

“You cleaned her pussy for her? And how about that? Did you like it?”

I moaned as he ran his tongue across my bite.

“Yes, I liked it.”

“I thought you would.”

He slammed me back against the wall. His kiss was gentle but fierce.

“She told me some more about the dirty bite,” I panted between kisses. “When are you going to do that to me? What other dirty games do you have to show me? What things will I come to know?”

“Patience,” he said. “Everything will come in its own time.”

Patience. Yes. Always patience.

But I didn’t want patience right then.

There was something tingling in me along with his kisses, and I couldn’t fight it. It wasn’t all about dirty bites, or what I wanted to see of Sarah, and Edwin, or the huge beast called Petre.

The depths of the trapdoor called me, the mists wearing thin.

“What is it?” Hans asked. “What did Sarah tell you?”

I didn’t know how best to express it, but the mists were fading fast.

“Tell me,” Hans said. “If there are questions you want to ask, then please do ask them. I’ll give you the answers, so long as you are sure you truly want to hear them.”

Did I really want to hear the answers?

The depths of the trapdoor kept calling, whispers coming out of the shadows. Something I couldn’t place, couldn’t fight, couldn’t deny any longer.

I did want to know the answers. I couldn’t stop myself.

“What is a fated mate, Hans?” I asked him. “And who the hell is Mary?”