Chapter 3

Rosalie drove too fast along an asphalt street that could not really be called a highway. It was more of a poorly maintained road deep into nowhere. It frustrated her that the rental Mercedes didn't go as fast as her BMW. She could run faster she thought with a grin, but she had to be careful about raising to much attention. She was in a hurry, but on the other hand she had all eternity, she reminded herself. She had flown to Fairbanks, Alaska and was on her way to Denali now. She hadn't seen the Denali's since the showdown with the Volturi and decided that it was time for a change of scenery. She had never been very fond of the Alaskan landscape, yet it suited her needs of absence of hectic perfectly. She needed space to let her thoughts wander. And the company she was about to enjoy met some other needs as well...

Her thoughts returned to her last visit in Los Angeles. Returned to the pair of almond eyes she found there. She bit her lip. This existence had no place for romance. She detested being the creature of the night she was. She had not found a suitable mate among her own species since the 1930s when she had been created. And also as a human she had not been successful with romance. So she wouldn't get her hopes up now. Edward and Bella's example showed her how dangerous a relationship with a human could be, even thought it had turned out just perfect. But the way there had been long and difficult, so she denied herself even thinking about it.

And yet, her thoughts circled around Ayamé time and time again. She wondered how much Edward knew. Even though he spend most of his time in the cottage with Bella and Renesmee she was sure that he had cought one or the other of her kinky thoughts, but had politely kept his mouth shut. Lately she had been daydreaming about more... romantic settings. "Nonsense!" she hissed to herself and pushed the gas pedal down with force.

She approached the coven's house with fast, even strides and entered without knocking. Her steps echoed in the vast hallway as she walked on down to the familiar door. She pushed the door open with diligence, the hinges squeaking. The strawberry blonde had heard her advent and was leaning against her massive oak desk, arms crossed over her slender body, her light curls waving over her shoulder. She tried to eye Rosalie sternly, but could not quite manage. Instead, she broke into a wide smile.

Rosalie slammed the door shut and with two strides she closed the distance between them. Without a word she grabbed Tanya by her hair and pulled her head back hard. The strawberry blonde responded with a fast and forceful headslap at Rosalie's cheek. Rosalie did not even flinch, instead, she smiled too. "Missed me?" she teased, softening her grip. With a load noise, Tanya broke free and slammed Rosalie against the wall hard. "Every single day, you bitch!" she hissed at her with satisfaction.

Kate and Garrett and Carmen and Eleazar were visiting the Amazon Coven with whom they had bonded during their time in Forks. That gave Tanya and Rose the necessary privacy. Tanya pressed Rosalie hard against the wall, restraining her wrists and added "God, I still remember you in that tight dress at Ed's and Bella's wedding, playing the piano. All innocently" she made a disapproving sound. "I wanted to rip the dress of you, rape you on top of the piano and crash the instrument to ashes." Rosalie laughed hard now. "As if you had the strength to fuck me properly" she snarled. "Don't make me do anything I'd regret later..." Tanya warned. "Watch your mouth, you bitch!"

"No, you watch it!" and with that, Tanya sank her teeth deep into Rosalie's throat.

Rosalie let out a scream of surprise. Then Tanya pressed against her, wild with lust. When she finally surceased from her flesh, Rosalie took control and wrestled her across the room against the massive oak desk. She pushed Tanya onto it, lowered herself over her and started slamming her hips into the other's. "I missed your little maneuvers, my sweet" Rosalie whispered into her ear in between pushes. The vampire under her moved in agony. At first she hissed, then a deep growl rose from inside her chest. Then she sighed and gave in to her moans. "Sweet? Since when are you getting sentimental, Blondie?" Rosalie did not reply. It had been meant as a joke, but Tanya had hit a nerve. "Rose, you've not finally discovered a romantic streak, have you?" she pushed out in between moans. Rosalie was silently licking her cleavage. "You wish" she muttered, but she could not fool the moaning redhead under her.

Although they were not blood related, she thought of Tanya as her cousin. As cousins, they had a very special relationship, but had never fallen for each other. Nor for anybody else. Tanya had had an affair with a vampire decades ago, a nomad. She had kept the affair a secret from her sisters. Then she had fallen in love and finally wanted more than just an affair, but the nomad had moved on. She could not adapt to the vegetarian lifestyle the Denali sisters had sworn to lead. When she left her, Tanya was heartbroken. Back in the days she had pretended she was devastated over Edward's rejection and her sisters had never questioned that. It was easy for her to fool Edward with her thoughts, she liked him, but she had never fallen in love with him. She was just a natural mistress of delusion. One long winter night when most the Denali's and the visiting Cullen's were out hunting she had finally confined in her attractive cousin Rosalie. The two vampires were attracted to each other, but it had been clear from the beginning that it was not going to be a loveaffair.

In their safe romance free relationship, they had explored their dark desires together over the decades. They were comforting each other on occasion, but also remained perfectly aware of the nature of their bound and it's lacks of romance and longing. Theirs was a purely instinctive, lustful. The loss of her sister Irina and the joining of Garrett into the Denali coven had left Tanya with only couples by her side. Rose knew how frustrating it was, she was in the same situation. The birth of Renesmee, their truce with the wolves and the opposition against the Volturi had brought much distraction, but in essence she also lived with three couples plus her own "partner" Emmett. She was glad that she and Emmett shared a common interest, the interest in their own sex instead of each other. They had kept their secret for decades, but sometimes Rosalie detested playing that vicious game with her family. She might be able to fool Edward, but certainly she could not fool herself.

Neither could she fool Tanya. Rosalie was exposed, she couldn't lie to Tanya. Her hips lay suddenly still on the other's. "I want you to tell me all about it!" the redhead demanded. Rosalie sighed "Later" and continued rocking her hips against the cool flesh again. "As you wish" Tanya hissed. Tanya and her thought of each other as a prey and as a price. Rosalie knew Tanya was intoxicated by her beauty, just as she herself was of the stawberry blonde's.

Rosalie grinned when she thought about how she herself had made Edward believe she wanted him as her mate as well, it was one of her very successful mind games. She wondered why she did not just tell her family. It would make life easier. Wouldn't it? Rosalie was so deep in thought that she had stopped moving agian.

"Are you gonna fuck me, or are you getting all sentimental, Blondie?"

"Shut up and turn around!"

Tanya turned around obediently and bent over the oak desk. Rosalie focused on Tanya's backside, exposed in front of her. She lightly brushed against Tanya's classy black silkpants, tracing the way from her clit over her pussy to her backhole. She spread Tanya's legs wide and started playing with her pussy entrance through the soft material.

"Stop playing around with my pussy. You know what I need, so don't keep me waiting, bitch!" Tanya ordered. Rosalie snickered to herself. Tanya was always direct and she absolutely appreciated that virtue of hers. She shrugged her shoulders and with one movement she tore the silkpants off her, then she snapped Tanya's thong away as if it were made out of paper. She herself stayed full dressed.

"Tell me what you want" Rosalie roared.

"You know what I want, bitch. Rub my asshole first and then fuck me there." Another one of Tanya's qualities Rosalie liked. Her nasty vocabulary.

Rosalie began to circle Tanya's ass cheeks, she stroked the marble white skin in front of her hard, she knew there was no need to be gentle with her playpartner. Yet she liked to tease her. Rosalie's thumb found Tanya's perinaeum und brushed over it, touching it more lightly than Tanya needed. She was already moaning demandingly.

Rosalie stroked upwards towards her backhole. Just over it, barely touching it, than back towards her pussy's entrance. Back and forth and back and forth, rubbing her asshole with growing pressure each time around. Finally she circled only the dark hole. Circled around and around. Tanya's right hand broke free and reached out towards her hard erect clit. She masturbated herself, stroked her clit while Rosalie worked her asshole.

"Don't keep me waiting, fuck me there already!" Rosalie's smile turned into a grin.

"And where would "there" be?" She teased and stopped rubbing Tanya's butthole, letting her finger rest against it. Tanya buckled and pushed herself against Rosalie's finger, trying to push it inside of her backdoor, but Rose withdrew.

"Say it! Tell me exactely where you want to be fucked and how or I won't give it to you!" she demanded.

Tanya sighed, then she hissed with a sudden outburst of anger "Fuck me up my ass, bitch. And make it hard!"

Tanya didn't particularly enjoy to be dominated, she obeyed into it to please Rosalie on occasion. Rosalie didn't let her wait any longer. She pushed her finger into Tanya's tight opening. She fingerfucked her ass while Tanya masturbated. Her fingers were dancing over her swollen clit faster and faster wile Rosalie fucked her asshole harder with just one finger. Harder and faster and harder and faster she pushed into her anus, with each push through her sphincter Tanya rubbed her clit faster and faster.

Until she broke into a slow motion on her clit and exclaimed with a barely audible voice: "Faster up my ass! Faster!" Rose obeyed and pushed a second finger up her tight backhole and fucked away, using all her physical capability to pump Tanya's ass. Then Tanya's hand on her clit was so fast that Rose could hardly see it, and with the words "Yeah, up my ass, up my ass, faster up my ass, up my fucking ass" Tanya spasmed and a final loud moan rattled her throat.

Tanya froze as she orgasmed hard. For a moment, Rosalie was intoxicated and almost allowed herself to get carried away. But she just couldn't focus. The female in front of her was not what she truely desired. She kept thinking of black hair and almond eyes. She didn't know what she tried to proof to herself with this visit. It was somehow unfair to Tanya, playing with her to try to keep her mind from straying. Then she reminded herself that Tanya loved vicious games and had just experienced an intense orgasm with her help. And that was Tanya was ultimately after: satisfaction, her heart belonged to nobody. She was a stray, just like Rosalie herself. But then doubts came up in her mind, maybe she was not a stray anymore, maybe she did want to finally belong to somebody. "Nonsense!" she hissed to herself, almost inaudibly. Almost inaudibly, because Tanya eyed her questioningly.

"So now, Rose, what's up?" Tanya got up from the oak desk and rearranged her hair in quick fluid motions.

Rosalie was not sure she really wanted to confide in the other. But Tanya had already picked up the trace and was for sure not going to give in. And whom could she tell if not Tanya?

"Did you meet somebody?"

Rosalie bit her lip, she didn't want to look in Tanya's dark eyes. The other started laughing triumphantly.

"I knew it, Rose. Something is on, I can feel it."

Rose was about to counter something mean, for instance what Tanya knew about feelings. But then she stopped herself, she knew that under a rough cover more was hidden than what met the eye. She sighed a long sigh.

"Somebody special?"

Now Tanya had a more serious tone. Rosalie started to shrug her shoulders, but froze in mid motion and simply nodded, her eyes cast down unusually shy, she couldn't bring herself to say anything. She was grateful that Tanya gave her a moment to collect herself, she barely noticed that the other gracefully walked over to her giant walk-in-wardrobe. When she came back out she was wearing something dark and handy. She was back at Rosalie's side in notime.

"Let's go for a stroll in the woods, shall we. I see your eyes are dark and so are mine"

Rose followed her obediently. She had told her family she would go hunting, so she might as well quench her thirst. Oddly, she was not even very aware of the usually constant thirst until Alice had pointed out that her eyes were dangerously black and asked when Rose had been hunting last. She just had other things on her mind.

Rosalie and Tanya almost flew through the icy woods and traced down a few staggs. Then Rose followed the scent of a polar bear into the icy nothingness. Rose felt her primal urge for nourishment rising and followed her instincts. But when she overthrew the majestic animal and it's blood was flowing down her throat she felt nothing like the usual euphoria of victory and bloodlust, but only emptiness.

Bloodsmeared and with golden eyes they finally headed back to the Denali's house in the break of dawn. Rosalie had filled Tanya in, told her everything. Tanya knew that Rose picked up human females on occasion to satisfy her dirty kinks with them. But other than a very few remarks about her conquests and some teasing lines Rose had never shared anything about these encounters with her, much less ever mentioned someone in particular. Tanya had never shared Rosalie's desire for human females. She had always thought that it was just a kind of hobby for Rose. Rosalie had never seen one human twice.

"So, why don't you just go back to Los Angeles and find that girl? Let her in on what you are. Have some more fun."

"I wish it were that easy, Tanya."

"Rose, I don't know who you are trying to fool. I would say you are head over heels for that human. So there are only few choices, really. I think we both know that you wouldn't just let her go. The uncertainty, the longing. After – how long has it been Rose, seventy years? You've lived almost a decade as a vampire without someone special. And if I remember that right even as a human you never fell for anyone, did you?" Rosalie nodded with her lips pursed. "Geez, of course I didn't fall for that jerk Royce King. I just wanted the lifestyle. To do what was expected of me." Tanya stared at her intently. "So after all those decades finally somebody that interests you and you want to decline? Please, Rosalie, that's just ridiculous. So no matter how much you are trying to deny it; don't waste your time and find her. Just enjoy more time with her. And then just take it from there."

"But my family..." Rosalie's voice trailed off.

Tanya made a small sound. "Rose, your family wants you to be happy. I think they know more than they show. I am sure Edward must have caught some thoughts of you. And probably some of Emmett's thoughts as well. And Alice with her gift..."

She wiped a drip of blood from her hand. "Rosalie, I don't know why you try to fool me. We are just too much alike, of course you will go after her. You would be a fool if you didn't."

And with that, the topic was closed. After they changed into fresh clothes that were not bloodstained she briefly hugged Tanya goodbye, an unusual gesture, but she found it comforting. Tanya's hand grazed her back, not out of lust as she had done so many times, but in a supportive way. When she let Rosalie go she whipered "Thanks for the ride, by the way." Rose grinned back at her. "My pleasure." Then Tanya added in a vague voice. "I truly envy you, Rose. I wish it happened for me again as well... you know: a spark, some emotion..." She took a deep breath and added: "And now go and find that lucky girl!"

to be continued