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Thankyou all . I am glad you are all enjoying it so far.
For those of you who are worried about Seb's control and hints at certain behaviours, I assure you it shall not happen. I do not condone it or write of that nature, I may be dark but I aint that dark.
Do not follow any particular vampire lore or universe. It is completely my own.
Disclaimer: Don't own the names of glee characters.
Dedicated to BetTheDuckIsInTheHat
VAMP VERSE.
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Switzerland. Late 1680's. Current House of Dubois.
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Brittany rested her brow against the cool, dark door of the dining room, picking out the pattern engrained in the timber as she listened to the raised voices that reverberated from within.
The memories from the thrall, of a log cabin surrounded by virginal snow on a mountainside, a homely wife and young son, of warmth, love and deep affection, played over in her mind.
He had given himself willingly in grief of his loss. He had been a caring husband and doting father and had not deserved his painful end.
Kurt had attempted to lighten her mood, but having many brethren he called friends within the House, he had found it hard to raise himself from his own misery. When he asked if all had truly perished all she could see were nets made of silver, dragging them out kicking and screaming into the Sun. She had begged him to ask no more.
The door beneath her rattled slightly as she heard her Grand Dam yell,
"The Wolves would never make such a bold move, not under their own volition. The oaths and pacts of old have always been adhered to!"
She heard the caw of the crow and the voice of the witch,
"Maybe they seek revenge for what befell them due to the House of Vlad?"
"Vlad was a mistake!" She heard Charlotte, reply.
"A mistake they suffered for!" The witch spat, "The humans hunted their children and wore their skin as clothing!"
Charlotte scoffed,
"Because the Mystics have always been so merciful towards them? You hounded them from your shores, if I am correct and quite viciously by all accounts!"
The witch sniffed,
"We did, at the time, what needed to be done."
"Enough!" Holly roared, "Arguing amongst ourselves is not going to get us anywhere. I shall send word to the leaders of the wolf packs asking them of news, until then somebody needs to go to the House of Methuselah and find out what really happened."
"I shall go." She heard her dam volunteer, "I need to make enquires as to my sister's whereabouts, I fear I have left it too long as it is."
"And what of the girl?" The witch asked.
"Leave her out of this!" Her maker demanded, "I shall not allow you to use her in your schemes."
Holly's voice cut in between the two women,
"We do not yet know what she is capable of, but I think it is time that we attempt to find out."
"Please," Charlotte begged, "Not this evening, she is exhausted and raw. The business with the thrall deeply affected her."
A thrall banged out of the doors, causing Brittany to flinch.
She had heard enough.
Turning on her heel, she fled to her room throwing herself on to the large, soft bed and burrowing deep into the blankets.
She heard the click of the door opening and footfalls approaching. The bed dipped behind her and she heard the rustle of taffeta as a familiar hand reached out to draw the hair from her face.
"Come here, my sweet."
Brittany shifted, nestling into the safe embrace of her Mistress. They remained in silence, holding each other.
"Please don't go!" The youngling pleaded, wrapping her arms tight round the older vampire's torso.
Charlotte nuzzled into her hair, murmuring,
"I have no wish to leave you, little one, but I must. I am the closest and the only one Holly trusts."
"Take me with you." Brittany breathed against the crook of her maker's neck, her voice sounding tiny and fragile.
Charlotte rocked her gently,
"It may be fraught with perils. I cannot risk of exposing you to such dangers. No Mother could." She stood up, asking gently, "Come now, lets get you settled."
She guided the young vampire to her casket as Brittany stifled her sobs. The youngster clambered into her coffin, sinking into the cushioning velvet whilst Charlotte settled her skirts and the pillow beneath her head.
The door clicked open and the bald vampire, from earlier in the evening, poked in his head,
"Miss Charlotte, the stage coach a waits. It would be most prudent to leave before first light."
"One moment Vargo." Charlotte said as she tenderly stroked her offspring's face.
Brittany gripped her hand tightly not willing to let go or be parted from the only semblance of comfort she had known since her rebirth.
"I shall return for you. I promise. Until then, you must remain here, where I know you are safe." She squeezed the girl's hand, "Do you understand?"
Brittany nodded, miserably. Her Mistress carefully laid Brittany's hands across her stomach before leaning down and placing a light kiss to her forehead.
"Sleep, little one. I shall be back before you know."
Brittany kept her eyes trained on the hazel ones of her dam, until the last possible moment as Charlotte closed the lid of the casket, engulfing her in darkness. She listened intently to the retreating footsteps and the soft click of the door.
"I need you." She whispered into the dark.
With an aching loneliness, she cried herself to sleep.
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She felt beneath her the softness of a bed and the weight of a blanket draped across her legs and hips. A slender, caramel arm wrapped tightly around her waist and a small, soft body pressed against her back. Warm, shallow breaths tickled the nape of her neck and the smell of roses under lain with the spicy, sweet aroma of Songbird, hung heavy in the air.
She turned over. Her eyes alighted upon the serene face of Santana, drinking in the curve of the apple of her cheek and her long dark, sweeping lashes.
She was filled with a sense of longing and a need.
Lightly tracing her fingers over her tanned brow, she caressed her cheek and gently pressed a kiss to her plump, full, parted lips.
Santana's eyes fluttered open at the contact, a lazy smile creeping across her face,
"What's wrong, my love?" She asked her voice raspy with sleep.
Brittany snuggled closer into the smaller girl's warmth, entwining their legs and wrapping her hand into silky, tresses.
"I need you." She whispered with urgency before crashing their lips together.
She felt Santana snake her hand round her back, pulling her closer, moulding their bodies effortlessly. She let out a whimper as her tongue met Santana's and they danced together, kissing each other, hungrily. Grinding against her, she could feel her lover's wetness upon her thigh.
Santana flipped them over, gripping her wrists, pinning her to the mattress. Brittany pined as she felt lips break away from her own. She felt Santana draw her tongue lightly over the curve of her ear, causing her to shiver, as she husked,
"Tell me what you want?"
"I want you." Brittany breathed. "Only you!"
She felt Santana chuckle against her skin before she nibbled and nipped down along her neck, sucking on her pulse point. Brittany hissed in pleasure, bucking her hips into the smaller girl, throbbing with want.
"Please!" She begged.
She felt Santana adjust her grip in her wrists and the soft caress of finger tips down along her colour bone and the swell of her pert breast. Brittany looked into dark eyes full of mischief and lust and the devilish smirk as Santana drew her nails down her torso. She arched her back as she felt the brunette take her nipple into her warm, wet mouth and begin to languidly swirl her tongue. She let out a gasp as Santana began to suckle, trailing her hand down along the groove of the blondes hip.
Brittany's legs fell open voluntarily as her lover's fingers fluttered over her throbbing heat. She let out a low moan as Santana drew out the pleasure, entering her slowly..
Her Songbird let go of her wrists, laying herself flush against her so they were, hip to hip and breast to breast. She cupped Brittany's cheek, resting their foreheads together. Brittany looked deep into her eyes, wrapping her long legs around her, pulling her closer as Santana's thrusts became deeper and more forceful, her hands wrapping into dark, locks.
They panted and moaned into each other's lips, sharing ferverant whispers and promises as they exchanged hungry kisses, their bodies' slick with sweat, rocking desperately into each other.
Brittany felt her skin tingle with electricity and her toes begin to curl as her orgasm rapidly approached. She felt herself stiffen as Santana crooked her fingers deep inside her and bit down into the soft flesh of her pale neck, sucking hard, causing her to cry out her lovers name into the night.
She trembled and quaked as the soft body above her, collapsed into her completely and she could feel damp, quick breaths upon her collarbone.
She nuzzled into Songbird's hair, wrapping her arms tight around her, holding her close, never wishing to let her go.
"I'll find you," She whispered, "I promise, I'll find you."
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Brittany opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by the darkness of her casket.
She had had another dream and she had felt everything.
She could feel a deep throbbing and slick wetness between her legs. Her hand flew to her neck and her fingers came away sticky. Hesitantly, she sucked her fingertips to be met with the all too familiar taste of blood.
She knew that she could effect her Songbird but she had not realised it could happen the other way round.
Her skin itched, telling her that it was still daylight and as much as she wished to find Holly, she knew that she would have to sit in the safety of her coffin until nightfall.
Smiling to herself, she relaxed back. Until then, she would happily replay the visions of her dream.
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Ps. This is my first time attempting smut (im guessing it shows) and I'll tell you something. It's bloody hard!
I prostrate myself on my knees before all you ff writers out there who do it oh so well. I applaud you all!