Chapter 3 – Blood Lust

None of these characters are mine... they belong to Stephenie Meyer and L. J. Smith. This takes place in the Italian Renaissance. This is my first lemon chapter in a long time, so hopefully I don't mess up too much. I added a poll to my profile to get my writing muse going… please vote.

What has come before: Isabella has turned Stefan and Damon Salvatore into vampires. Damon wakes to an angel over him while his brother sleeps. He is now in the throes of newborn bloodlust.

Finally he could identify the emotion. It was a passion so strong that it shook him to the core.

Now for the story:

With each swallow of Damon's blood, Isabella's strength returned. She could feel him loosing himself to the bloodlust and had to stop him before she had to hurt him to stop him. Isabella racked her nails down his back, shredding his clothing as well as tearing into his skin deeply. As Damon gasped and pulled back from her assault with a hiss. The old vampire grabbed him by the neck and threw him onto his back, holding him down with her knees, overpowering him in one move. Taking her a moment to gather herself as Damon writhed under her, tearing her skirts as he tried to get to her.

"Come back to me, Damon," she whispered, her voice as soft as a feather. She knelt slowly, her lips grazing his as their blood mixed on her lips. "Come back to me, my warrior," she kept her voice calm and steady, but he could almost feel how her body shuddered over his.

"My angel," he muttered in a growl, his mind clicking back into place.

As Isabella bent down to kiss Damon again, she could feel his body slowly begin to relax under her. Tasting his own blood on her lips, he licked her lips lightly until they parted, allowing him in. His tongue grazed over her fang softly until she bit down. Their blood mixed was like nothing he had ever tasted and with a growl his tongue warred with hers until his fang was able to catch her tongue roughly, puncturing it. Damon opened his eyes only for a moment, meeting her closed eyes in front of him, but only for a moment as her eyes slightly opened he could see that they were burning red. He wanted to remain calm, but his body wanted to snap. He was dying of thirst in the arms of the ocean before him. Barely able to control himself, Damon wanted this woman more than anything he had ever wanted before in his life. He wanted all of her… to consume her.

"Shhh," she soothed him, "Soon, my love, first you must eat. Otherwise you will perish."

With a growl Damon pulled himself away from her, unable to let go of her fully. She eased off of him slowly, standing carefully and brushing out her skirts before he stood on his own beside her. Taking his hand they began to walk through the tall grass that hid the entrance to her underground home. The castle behind them raised high above where they stood and arched high over the spot where they emerged. He was able to smell humans all around him and spot paths that came from where they were to other spots that were out of sight. As the wind picked up he caught the definite odor of roses and a few other flowers that he could not recognize. At the end of the path the grass parted suddenly and he was able to see exactly where they were. He looked back and saw that they had come from the side of the house and was now standing on a horse path that ran towards the town.

"Come Damon, you must have human blood to survive right now. My blood will not be enough to sustain you these first few hours." Isabella turned from him, but never took her hand from his. Her grip tightened as he looked around bewildered at his surroundings. "We are far from your home."

As Damon turned back to her, he remembered his home and his father. He was sure that no one at home would know what had happened to either him or his brother. A sharp pain hit him in his stomach, causing him to fall to his knees, but the pain vanished as quickly as it hit him. He could feel a dull burning in the back of his throat and his mouth suddenly dried. Isabella turned to him, squeezing his hand tightly as she pulled him up.

"There is no time, Damon, we must hurry. Watch closely and follow me." Her voice was like music, luring him closer to her. Standing there in the morning light Damon thought her even more of an angel until she disappeared from sight. It was like she was moving in slow motion, but at the same time the move was instant. Concentrating, Damon followed her at vampire speed into the town, clipping a tree or two on his way through the trees. Suddenly she was totally gone and he could not find her anymore. He panicked, looking all around him for the pale woman. A shrill whistle from above caught his attention from high above him. He looked up and only saw a bare foot and the layers of her dress disappearing into the vast leaves of the canopy above him. With grace he knew he had not Damon followed her and rested on the branch next to where she lay. As he was about to speak she placed one finger on her lips and pointed to just below them where he had been standing moments before. The mournful sound of bells penetrated his senses as a small band of travelers passed beneath them. He could smell the fresh blood pumping through them as they walk and in some cases danced under him. Totally paralyzed he could not understand why he was unable to move.

"Not yet," whispered his angel from near him. She dropped from the trees like a stone, following just behind the band. They noticed her as soon as her feet touched the ground and lurched to a stop. The horses pawed at the ground, wanting to move more but were immobilized much the same way Damon was. The young man at the can of the wagon stared at her in wonder, not knowing who or what she was.

She spoke quietly to the boy, touching his hair slightly before pulling him and his sister from the wagon. As the father began to jump at her, his eyes made contact and he stood before her like a man waiting for a cobra to strike. Isabella whispered to him in that same strange language before his face went blank, turning back to his wagon and slapping down the reins down releasing the horses from their stasis. As soon as the wagon was out of sight, Damon dropped from the trees near Isabella and the two humans. Circling the young boy, Isabella's fangs snapped down sharply. She could hear his heart racing with fear, but also knew he would not remove his eyes from her lingering gaze. The ancient vampire caressed the young man's neck, tracing along the thin blue line where she would bite, knowing Damon would be watching her.

"Do not take too much, Damon, but you must feed or you will die the final death," she told him, moving the dark hair from the boys shoulder before biting down slowly. The smell of blood poured from the human, causing Damon to shiver in anticipation as he waited for her to finish her meal. As Isabella fed from the young one he moaned softly, as if in the throes of ecstasy. The boy wrapped his arms around her, touching her shoulders and back with one hand and holding her head there with the other. Vaguely, Damon remembered the feel of her fangs when he was human and wanted to feel her again so much it caused him physical pain. As she pulled back from the lad, licking the tiny holes she had left on him, he noticed that some blood had trickled from her lips to land on the top of her breast. In a total daze the boy fell to his knees, kneeling now before her without moving an inch. With a grin, Damon bent and touched his tongue to the blood on Isabella's chest, his teeth barely touching her delicate skin. At that faint touch he could feel her body tremble under his tongue.

"Now you may feed, my warrior," she told Damon, beckoning the human girl over to her. The girl had a little more of her wits about her, but remained silent. Damon could only guess the kind of spell Isabella had over these two to cause this kind of reaction in them. Isabella turned the girls head, pushing her long white blond locks to the side, tracing along that same line to show Damon what do.

"Listen to her carefully… to all of her or you will kill her," Isabella explained, her eyes smoldering, "I forbid you to kill when feeding."

With a sharp click Damon's fangs slid down, his throat aching with need. As Isabella hissed the girls shoulder, Damon's lips met hers for only a moment before Isabella backed slightly, giving him room. Keeping one hand on Damon, the other on the girl, she watched as Damon took his first sip of human blood. He growled into her shoulder, causing the girl to cry out as he dug his claws into her.

"Gently, Damon, gently," his maker stroked his hair softly; calming him just enough to release his death grip on the girl and feed more tenderly. She girl stood totally still, responding only to slight touch Isabella had on her back, holding her to Damon.

"It is okay, my girl. You will return to your father shortly and you will not even remember my companion and I by then," Isabella looked her in the eye, speaking to the girl in her own language, watching the panic slowly face from her face.

"Do you promise?" The girl asked her voice deadly quiet.

"I do," then she looked over to Damon, "listen to the beat of her heart, Damon." Watching him feed had ignited her senses and for a moment she wanted to lose control. She blinked away the red ting in everything she saw. When Damon let go of the girl, he licked his lips, kissing where he had bitten. Isabella watched him closely, but moved her lips in to lick the bite marks on the girls neck closed.

"You need to clean up after yourself, little one," she smirked, touching Damon's face lightly. Her head suddenly jerked, as if hearing something far off.

"Stefan."