Chapter One of Venomous Love
Aelius
Immortality is boring and predictable.
Pussy all feels the same.
Ass all looks the same.
And blood is only a means of survival now.
It’s fucking boring.
The current pussy I’m in was a find out of boredom.
A girl meandering alone through the woods that for a moment I thought could spike my interest in the hunt once again.
Unfortunately, she turned into another blood whore the moment she caught sight of me, never even putting up a fight. How fucking typical.
I look down at the female impaled on my cock as she screams into the evening sky, uncaring that a party rages just on the other side of the trees.
Judging by the amount of drugs I can taste in her blood she would have fucked me in the middle of the party with little care. Not that I’m one to kink shame.
“You are so fucking good, yes yes yes!” Her shouts get increasingly more annoying. I shove her face harder into the ground hoping it’ll shut her up so I can finish but it doesn’t seem to help, it actually seems to only spur her on.
Where the fuck was this enthusiasm when I was trying to hunt her?
For a few years now, my twin and I have thrown these parties to provide a break in the monotony of our lives, now that we no longer live with our family. It also gives me a chance to feed the beast within; the one who thirsts to hunt our prey.
It achieved the goal at first; now, however, the parties all feel the same. The hunt no longer appeals to me, despite my twin thinking otherwise, I know he worries about my obsessive tendencies. But truly nothing has held my attention lately; everything feels fucking dull and lifeless.
My hips snap forward as I continue to fuck her, my cock barely rallying now.
The wind kicks up slightly and I lift my face to it catching a mouthwatering scent.
A scent that shoots through me, instantly hardening my cock.
My eyes open wide as I search for the source of the intoxicating aroma, needing to see who it belongs to.
A flash of dark hair is all I’m given as I see someone flee the tree line but it’s enough to have me rip my cock free of the girl and let my cum splatter across her back.
She lets out a squeal in annoyance as she fumbles forward but I simply don’t care.
The alluring scent of smoke and nutmeg drifting through the woods, lures me away from the pathetic creature on the dirt floor to this female, who is so clearly out of place.
An outsider, watching and waiting. Her eyes wide as she takes in the scene before her.
From this distance I can see her fiddle with something in her ear before she frowns and removes a small device, crushing it with her boot l heel when she drops it to the earth.
My mouth waters at the thought of how delectable she would taste, and my cock hardens once more at the idea of how it would feel to slide my fangs into that milky white skin while I pull wanton moans from those full lips she is currently nibbling on.
Stalking my prey, I move forward until I’m just behind her.
She’s everything I’ve wanted. Even having never spoken to her I know she’ll fill a void in me.
Already I can feel the obsession taking root. She will be mine by the end of this party.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
“What do we have here? A lost little rabbit?”
Deianira
Twilight in Hell is my favorite time. The normally suffocating heat of the day transitions to the comfortably warm air of the evening.
The streets are in flux, with the last few people heading home from their day jobs while others are heading out to start their night.
People smile and say hello. It’s peaceful compared to where I come from.
And one of the reasons I decided this is where I needed to live.
Tonight, however, does not feel peaceful.
The normally pleasant night air feels heavy.
The humidity presses in around me as I watch the partygoers stumble around the property.
The full moon bathes the front yard in an eerie glow, as if she knows the evening’s intent.
It doesn’t help I’m feeling unnaturally settled after having watched the man in the woods fuck that girl so hard.
I have never been a voyeur but in that moment the temptation to watch him finish was overwhelming.
“You’re taking too long.” The voice comes from the small com link I wear in my ear, covered by my dark wig. “People are going to wonder why you are just standing there.”
I roll my eyes, “No one is going to notice or care.” I grumble as I try to wipe my sweaty palms on the satin leotard I’m wearing. The original costume L picked felt ridiculous and a little bit of a kick to the gut if I’m being honest. A fucking witch.
So instead, in an act of rebellion, I allowed one of the other girls to dress me, which I’m now deeply regretting.
The white bunny ears are already squeezing my head too tight in combination with the dark wig.
And the stupid puffy tail on my ass feels ridiculous.
The squeeze of the built-in corset to the leotard is the only saving grace, giving my small chest a face lift.
Compared to my sisters I was the one that got the least amount of curves. I’ve always been envious of my younger sisters and the way their bodies are built. Me? I’m a fucking bean pole that needs restrictive clothing to give me any cleavage.
“Deianira, hurry up.” The voice says again. For a moment the name confuses me until the wind brushes my hair against the fresh brand on my neck. “This is what happens when you send a techie out.”
With the brand came the name. And with the name came this new life and the beginning of the end to my old one. Tonight is one step closer to cutting that life from my soul.
My eyes trace up the old mansion just beyond. The stone building is home to my two targets, or at least it's the dwelling that's public knowledge. The knowledge that I’ve memorized backward and forward.
Identical twins.
Aelius and Kalani. Previous Heirs to the throne of Divinity, abdicated the throne to their younger sister, Rhea who is currently engaged to the presiding King of Hell’s son. The brothers now run the cartel in Divinity, running drugs being their main source of income.
The only difference between the twins, tattoos included, is eye color.
Aelius has a deep blue, almost black. Kalani has a light blue with a streak of hazel.
Between the two, Kalani is seen as the more stable.
Aelius has a history of killing his lovers and leaving their bodies to be found by authorities.
The last Daughter to attempt to infiltrate was never seen again.
I run the facts over in my mind again and again, skipping quickly over the last one. Nothing good has ever come from thinking of one's death. I have no interest in starting now.
“L says not to forget this is a long game, don’t get too over eager. Make them want you.” The annoyed voice in my ear states.
“I fucking know.” I hiss. “I know how to seduce someone.”
A quiet laugh is the only response I receive. I growl low and grab the commlink from my ear, cracking it apart under my heel on the forest floor. “Fucker.” I mutter. The words did their job though, my nerves were shot before this and now the doubt is seeded. Even if L hand-picked me.
“Why me?” I ask as L heats up the brand.
“Because you won’t be tempted by the vampires. You have a history with them.” She strokes my face gently. “You know what they are capable of.”
“But I’m not trained in the art of seduction like some of the other girls.”
L smiles at me, “Which is what will make you perfect.”
A fresh breeze picks up blowing hot air down my bare skin and sweeping the memory away. Sweat starts to build up under the wig making my scalp itch. I resist the urge to fidget with it
“What do we have here? A lost little rabbit?” The sultry voice freezes my body even as the sound sends shivers down my spine.
My mouth goes dry as one of the twins' steps in front of me. The dark grey eyes seem to stand out against his sun kissed skin, they have a dangerous edge that has my body wanting to flee. And when they shift to red, a madness seems to set in, a madness that seems to bring my own out. As if he too has a creature inside him that’s begging to play.
His smile is wicked, none of his fangs showing, and eyes hungry as they trail over my body. My boot still rests on the crushed piece of equipment causing my heart to race.
Get it the fuck together.
I blink once before offering a shy smile, “I was just heading into the party.”
He tilts his head, a predator assessing his next meal, before he tucks his hands in his pockets and circles around me.
His eyes ghost across my skin and I swear he leans in and breathes me in for a moment.
My pussy clenches with a need to be filled by this man and my breasts ache.
This feeling foreign and unwanted in this moment.
“All alone?”
“What?” I ask momentarily confused by the question.
He laughs, “You're here all alone?”
My own laugh sounds nervous and wrong as I answer. “Yeah, uh. I’m new here so I figured it would be good to check out.”
He offers no response but comes to a stand in front of me one last time. The silence builds between us, uncomfortable and full until he finally steps out of the way and gestures towards the house. “By all means, enjoy yourself little rabbit.”
I swallow down my nerves and tuck my hair behind my ear before giving him a quick nod. “See you around.” I mutter.
“Yes. Yes, you will.” It’s a dark promise as it spills out of his lips behind me.