Guys and Dolls, I apoligise for keeping you waiting for the update. You know how it is, you hit a wall with these things and then you're not satisfied. Then LIFE and all its wonders happen. And then I just wasn't feeling it ya know.. So once again, I am sorry.
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VAMP VERSE.
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Some where miles away from here.
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Santana forced one foot in front of the other, stumbling over the un even terrain. Her breathes came out ragged and laboured, her lungs burned from over exertion and her muscles ached with fatigue.
How long had she been running?
Briars wickedly, whipped at her bare ankles, clawing at her skin and her clothes snagged on unrelenting branches as she fled the dense forest floor.
The trees and scrub hemmed her in, ominous and wild, allowing no light from the stars or the moon above to act as her guide. The air felt heavy, close and lifeless.
Hounds bayed, calling to one another until their howls echoed around her from all directions. She peered back through the tightly packed trunks where she could make out flickering torch light in the distance.
A sense of foreboding came over her and cold sweat trickled down her back.
She was being hunted.
Lost in the darkness, she spun wildly, attempting find her bearings and some hint as to a direction that would grant safety.
Her skin goosebumped and prickled when a long, low moan carried upon a gust of icy wind, weaved its way through the trees. With her heart pounding in her chest, she blindly pressed on, wishing to get as far away from who ever was giving chase.
Caught off balance, she sank up to her knees in black slime. Striking out an arm to brace herself, the heel of her palm broke through the damp, rotten bark of a gnarled, moss-laden tree. Pulling her limb free, she was covered up to her mid forearm in a viscous, dark liquid. The tree began to ooze a rust coloured fluid, pumping slowly from the gaping wound.
The hounds and the torch light drew closer.
Panicking, she threw herself on her haunches, attempting to get free from the mire. She continued to tug desperately, the slime sucked at her, unwilling to relinquish its hold.
With one last yank, she tore her leg loose. Rolling over, she began to crawl on all fours, the fauna grazing and scraping her hands and knees. She let out a yelp as her leg was nearly yanked from its socket.
Looking down, she saw a manacle clasped around her delicate ankle, chaffing her skin, attached to a chain the thickness of her arm that led back into the depths of the slurping bog. Grasping its girth in her hands, she tried to pull it free, her attempts futile as her hands slid over the chains slick surface.
She tugged and tugged in frustration, letting out a strangled whimper,
"Over there!" Somebody called and the sound of many people crashing through the forest in her direction came towards her.
Santana ceased her struggle.
She needed to hide.
Looking around wildly, she spotted the roots of an beckoning, upturned tree. Swiftly, she scrabbled towards it, concealing herself in its eerie depths. Quickly grabbing handfuls of decomposing leaves, she tossed them over the chain and made herself as small as possible.
The distinctive snap of branches under foot as her hunters drew closer, surrounded her.
Holding her shakes of terror to a minimum, every muscle tensed and taunt so as not to alert her would be captors to her presence, she held her breath. The blood pounded through her veins, each beat resonating in her ears as a boom.
Surely, they could hear it too?
A guttural growl came closer to the opening of her hiding place. Suddenly a deformed wolf's head, with a slobbering mouth full of razor sharp teeth lunged at her through the entrance; it's hot, rancid breath leaving putrid moisture on her skin. She tried to press herself further back, knots and roots digging mercilessly into her shoulder blades, to get away from its snapping jaws. It's humongous paws dug into the loose loam, sending it up in sprays as it scrabbled to reach her, inching its shoulder and neck further into her space of waning safety. .
The tree lifted back, torn from its useless and lifeless roots, to reveal a crowd of twisted faced ghouls, gleefully staring down A hand clamped down, nails digging into her shoulder and she let out a frightened scream.
A weasel faced creature with fangs, hissed,
"Bring the Witch!"
Hands descended upon her affixing more manacles to her wrists and ankles that burned on contact. Animals with elongated snouts and hollow eyes surrounded her, raking her face, arms and chest, drawing blood with their jagged nails, drawing blood, whooping and shrieking in cruel delight.
Sharp stones dug into her haunches as they dragged her backwards by the hair. She could feel her scalp rising from the harsh yanks as she struggled to break free.
Other creatures followed close behind, their skin drawn, grey and paper dry, rasping and moaning as they shuffled forward, their movements jerky and disjointed. She caught glimpses of her father, brothers and sister amongst them, their eyes dead and cold. The moans became chants,
"Burn the Witch! Burn the Witch!"
She cried out,
"I'm not a Witch!" She reached for her father, pleading desperately, "Papi! Tell them. Please!"
Her protests of innocence fell upon deaf ears as her father continued to shuffle with the undead hoard.
The smell of burning filled her nostrils as they continued to pull her. She craned her neck round and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a large, blazing pyre. The timber crackled and popped, sending up sparks and spitting glowing embers into the night.
She struck out at her captors, earning dark chuckles before many, heavy feet came down upon her fragile body, breaking bones and tenderising flesh. She screamed in agony, as they picked up her broken body.
Chants of Latin mixed in with groans rose to a crescendo as they carried her aloft towards her fate. Once more she caught sight of her family.
"Please!" She begged, her voice weak and failing her, "Essie? Phillip? Papi? Someone?"
Her Father and her two brothers turned their backs to her. Esperansa's eyes suddenly became bright and sentient. She smirked cruelly, showing off her pointed, blackened teeth, hissing,
"You deserve to die. Murderer!"
"No!" Santana wailed.
The creatures took her arms and legs, swinging her between them, snickering and grunting, each pass bringing her closer to the red hot flames that licked hungrily at her skirt and turning the fine hairs on the left side of her body to crisp.
They arched her into the air, relinquishing their grip at the highest point. She flailed for a moment before landing amongst the flames. She curled in upon herself, shrieking at the all consuming pain as her skin bubbled, the fire cooking her alive.
A foreign sense of calm and soothing comfort cocooned her as she watched her limbs char and blacken. A silken tender voice assured her,
"I've found you."
She felt herself rise out of her body, leaving her shrivelled, ashen shell behind.
"Please, come back to me, Songbird."
She floated towards the warm and inviting voice. There was a flash of sapphire and blinding gold before the darkness reached out, enveloping her once more.
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Santana yawned lazily, snuggling further into the comfortable bed, drawing the warm blankets further up around her. She scrunched her eyes, chasing away the horrific nightmares of vicious, blood sucking ghouls and snarling, hound like creatures who fed on the meat of men. Instead, she focused on the images, that flitted across her mind, of a beautiful blond with an infectious smile, giggling in a meadow, pregnant with harvest.
This was her favourite time of day. That cosy haze between sleep and wakefulness, where dreams lingered and the excitement of a new day full of adventures lapped gently at the edges of her consciousness, like waves on a fair shore.
The brunette could hear people moving around the house, probably her father and brothers. She would take ten more minutes and rise.
The smell of the spring morning permeated her senses. It was inviting and invigorating. She inhaled, letting out a small splutter as she nearly swallowed a mouthful of ,what she realised, was hair.
Her sister had no doubt stolen into her bed; as she was want to do after a particular restless evening. Santana was surprised when the body beside her shifted, entwining their long, feminine, naked legs with her own and the arm under her neck and pillow, drew her into a protective embrace.
The cocoon of sleep left her and realisation she was not in her own bed poured down her back like a pail of ice-cold water, leaving behind parched dry lips and muscles that ached as if she had done a days labour in the field. She felt unusually light headed.
Had she gotten drunk with Hudson and landed in the bed of one of the local girls?
Maybe, if she was quick and quiet she could sneak out and make it back before her father noticed she was missing. Now, if she could only get out of the bear hug she was currently captive of.
Santana shifted slowly so as not to disturb her bedmate. Gingerly, she opened her eyes and gasped, ceasing her movements.
She was wrapped in soft darkness and in Brittany's arms, which meant it was all real, the vampires, the Versipellis, everything and her body was still trapped deep beneath the streets of Rome.
Santana let out a small whimper, moulding herself into the blonde, attempting to glean what ever illusion of safety and comfort she could before she had to go back to her perpetual nightmare.
For a moment she had been alive, hurtling down a different path of existence, one that contained a simple but welcomed future in blissful ignorance of the grains of truth in legends and horror stories.
For a moment, she had been truly free.
She swallowed the lump in her throat as she struggled to contain her tumultuous emotions.
No, she wouldn't allow her despair to consume her, instead, she would bury it and savour this final, blessed occasion she had been granted, giving her something to hold on to and cherish when the time came.
Resting her head on Brittany's breast, she remained silent, staring into the enveloping, dark, allowing the rhythmic rise and fall of her companion's chest to soothe her.
Even Brittany preferred to be human.
The Latin girl fiddled absent-mindedly with the ends of Brittany's corn silk hair, taking in their surroundings. This dreamscape was different. They were in a wide, plush, doubled breasted coffin nestled amongst furs and blankets.
Santana found herself slightly disappointed. She liked their dream house with its broken walls, splintered miss matched furniture and the way the summer heat accentuated their entwined aroma, reminding her of what they had shared.
Maybe the manifestation of the coffin was a sign that her end was near and this bittersweet moment with Brittany might very well be her last.
She raised herself on her elbow, wincing as her body protested. She thought it strange; she had never felt too much hurt in a dreamscape before. Perhaps her mind was unable to leave behind the amount of abuse inflicted upon her physical form.
She pushed it back, focusing instead upon the beauty next to her.
Brittany slept soundly, her shell pink lips parted slightly, a tiny amount of adorable drool escaping the corner of her mouth. Her hair lay out on the pillow like a halo.
This could be her personal heaven.
Santana reached out, ghosting her finger down the dusting of light freckles, over the bridge of her lover's nose and the apple of her cheek, mapping the constellations against luminous skin in case the apparition before her faded away forever and in case she forget when she was snapped back to the harsh reality of her situation.
Brittany's brow furrowed and her nose crinkled at the feather light touches. Santana's heart swelled as she heard the blond murmur her name, tightening her grip round the Latin girl's shoulders and waist, pulling the smaller girl on top of her.
Biting back a sob as tears threatened to fall, Santana allowed herself to fall, gently, into the comforting body beneath. She closed her eyes, snuggling closer and once more allowing the rise and fall of Brittany's chest to calm her.
Yes. If this could be her heaven, she would go gladly..
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Santana awoke to soft lips like fluffy clouds pressing against her caramel skin as feather light touches, beneath her sleep shirt, left a blazing trail over her ribs and torso. The brunette remained still, feigning sleep, not wishing to open her eyes in case her lover ceased her ministrations and the dream ended.
Brittany continued to place butterfly kisses up her neck and long the crook of her jaw, working her way up before lightly grazing Santana's tiny earlobe with her teeth.
"San." The blonde husked, teasingly, "I know you're awake."
The younger vampire loved this delicious torture, even though she ached for Brittany to take her and reduce her into a boneless, quivering mess who couldn't even remember her own name, she was intrigued to see how far her angel would go.
The taller girl chuckled mischievously, drawing her tongue up the shell of Santana's ear and pressing the fingers of her left hand, lightly but firmly into the taunt groove of her hip.
The touch sent delightful tingles straight to Santana's core. Brittany continued to alternate between nibbling and gently sucking down the column of her throat whilst her left hand moved laboriously lower, lingering near the brunette's mound. Santana's hips involuntarily raised a fraction, in reply.
She cursed herself internally. She was fighting a losing battle but she wasn't willing to give in.
Not that easily.
Not just yet.
Steeling herself, Santana clutched the blanket in her bunched fist, fooling herself into thinking it would somehow ground her, like an anchor.
The corner of Santana's mouth twitched up as a strong hand parted her thighs before leaving fleeting touches up along sensitive skin, stopping, tantalizingly, just below the place she yearned for her lover the most.
The younger vampire swallowed a frustrated whimper.
Brittany shifted, slipping her right arm under the pillow where Santana's head lay, raising herself on her elbow.
The Latin girl could feel her companion studying her to see if she would cave as she dragged out the excruciating anticipation, trailing her fingers everywhere but the one place that begged for attention.
The air in the coffin was close and warm, full of the heady, intoxicating mixture of their arousal. She slyly gulped, loving the way she could taste the both of them, rolling over her taste buds. It was delicious and addictive, more so than the sanguine fluid she needed to survive.
Hyper sensitive, Santana was sure she could hear the flutter of Brittany's eyelashes upon her cheek, the creaking of the wood and the soft scratch of material over skin. She was almost certain she heard the ghost of a whispered,
"I love you."
Brittany nuzzled Santana's nose with her own, her fingers creeping up the inside of a tanned thigh, as she whispered playfully against Santana's lips,
" It's like that, is it?"
Santana tensed her calves and her nose twitched, fighting the urge to grin. She could do this, she could hold out.
The blonde removed her hand, quickly working Santana's sleep shirt up under her chin, exposing her breasts, adding, softly,
"Guess we shall just have to try something else then"
Santana tingled from head to toe, as if she had been struck a tiny bolt of lightening. She was savouring their little game. Every touch and caress etched into her memory for when she returned to The Hole, if she ever did.
Santana's stomach curled and her sex throbbed as she felt Brittany's left hand return to their original nesting place, taunting and coaxing her to break. The blond placed soft kisses to the swell of her breast. The fine hairs on Santana's arms stood on end as a wet tongue darted out, tracing patterns into her mocha skin.
Brittany drew her fingers through the brunette's slick folds as she teasingly swirled her tongue around a dusky, puckered nipple.
Santana crinkled her brow and let out almost inaudible gasp at the sensation. She felt Brittany smirk against her before gentle teeth grazed the stiff nub. A pleasurable moan escaped Santana's lips as she arched her back and took a fist of Brittany's hair, pressing herself further into the blond.
Her eyes fluttered open a fraction as she breathed,
"Britt."
Brittany sucked lightly before letting the wet nub free. She chuckled against her,
"So you are awake."
Brittany dipped her left hand lower, teasing Santana's entrance with her middle finger, causing the Spanish girl's hips to buck. Gripping Brittany's sleep shirt at the small of her back, Santana whined, needily,
"Britt!"
Brittany manoeuvred herself between Santana's legs, hovering over her, arching an eyebrow and demanding in that tone that made Santana weak at the knees,
"Say it!"
Santana bit her bottom lip, shaking her head. Brittany lowered herself, brushing their noses together, smirking and murmuring against the corner of her mouth, drawing out the vowel,
"San."
Evilly, she brushed her thumb over Santana's sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves as she nipped at her plump lips. Bright blue mischievously twinkled, boring into deep chocolate brown full of unbridled want. Unable to hold out any longer, Santana broke,
"Please!"
"Nahh haa." Brittany teased between kisses, "Say it properly."
Santana whimpered in desperation,
"Please Brittany. I need you!"
Her lover slowly dipped her middle finger into her slick core. Santana winced at the slight discomfort of the intrusion.
It hadn't hurt the last time, but then again this was different, this time she was weaker. She chased away the unwanted thought.
As if sensing her unease, Brittany slowed her movements and languidly danced their tongues together. Santana pulled her closer deepening the kiss as Brittany slowly slid her finger knuckle deep.
She let out a moan as the slight pain gave way to pleasure. Brittany rose herself on her hand, drawing her finger in an out as Santana's hips rose to meet her.
"Please Britt!" She pleaded.
Brittany gently entered another finger. Santana felt herself stretch. She had never felt so full before. She gasped,
"Oh!"
Brittany began rolling her hips into every thrust, watching the Latina's every facial expression, breathing,
"God, you are so beautiful!"
Santana slipped her hand beneath Brittany's sleep shirt, needing to feel her as the blond quickened her pace. She wrapped her legs around Brittany's back, drawing her deeper.
"Harder Britt!" She panted against shell pink lips.
Their lips and tongues battled and lost each other as Brittany began thrusting harder. Santana dug her nails into pale shoulders, moulding them closer, her deep moans mingling in with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the coffin thudding into the wall as Brittany quickened the pace once more and they rocked into each other.
She felt Brittany curl her fingers, hitting a place deep inside her that caused her to see stars behind her eyes.
"Brittany! Oh Brittany!" She chanted, as her stomach curled and her skin set ablaze.
Brittany continued to hit that sweet spot over and over. Santana's toes curled and her legs began to tremble as her body filled with delicious pleasure.
"Look at me San!" Brittany commanded, softly, "Look at me, or I will stop."
Santana wanted nothing more than to sink into this glorious feeling but she didn't want it to end when she was so close. She forced her eyes open to be met with a hot, clear summer sky full of affection. Brittany rolled the pad of her thumb over Santana's bundle of nerves sending tendrils of fire and pleasure to every inch of her. She reached up to catch Brittany in a searing kiss.
The coffin rolled and the floor shook or maybe it was just her as her legs stiffened, her orgasm ripping through her. She canted her hips to meet Brittany's every thrust, crying out over and over.
She trembled and quaked as Brittany continued to stroke her and gently brought her down her high, peppering Santana's face with sweet kisses. She wrapped her arms tighter around the blond, drawing her closer, letting out a small whimper at the loss of contact as Brittany removed her fingers.
The older vampire brought her fingers to her lips, sucking them. She hummed, grinning,
"Song bird, you taste so good."
Santana pulled her flush on top of her, kissing her lazily. She had never felt so worshipped. She had never felt so loved.
Brittany nestled into her, burying her face in the crook of Santana's neck, wriggling until they moulded together perfectly.
"Am I squashing you?"
Santana shook her head, hooking her calves around her legs, locking her in place.
"No." She husked as she her hips continued to gyrate ever so slightly as if they had a mind of their own.
She wanted to bask in the warm glow of them being together before she was forced to ruin it all by bringing up her predicament and her return to the cold, lonely darkness of her jail cell. She nuzzled her face into Brittany's hair, closing her eyes at the comforting aroma that was her sweet, adorable Britt.
She heard a whisper,
"I love you."
"What did you say?" She asked..
Brittany mumbled against her, tracing patterns on her clavicle,
"I didn't say anything."
A little disappointed, Santana returned to enjoying the tender moment. As she began to relax once more images of Lylah breaking against the cobbles of the courtyard jarred her into wakefulness. She tensed.
Brittany lifted her head, her voice full of concern,
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Santana's head jerked as she was rapidly assaulted with distorted images of Wolves, Lucinda, Sebastian being driven into a wall and herself chained in The Hole. She felt a rush of worry and heartbreak. The torrent of emotion caused her to weep.
Brittany lifted herself on her elbow, reaching out a hand to stroke Santana's cheek,
"Songbird?"
"Where are we?" Santana managed through her gulps.
"Rome." Brittany replied, in confusion.
Was this some sort of trick?
"Is this.." Santana began in disbelief, attempting to make some sense of it all.
"Real?" Brittany finished for her.
Santana nodded her head, afraid of the answer.
Brittany leaned down, catching Santana's lips in a gentle caress.
"It's real Sweetheart. You're safe now."
The words were like music to her ears. Santana clutched desperately at Brittany, muffling her sobs into the crook of her pale neck. The blond drew her fingers through raven locks,
"Why are you crying?"
Santana pulled back, gulping,
"I'm just so.. "
It was as if a huge weight she hadn't known she had been carrying had lifted.
Unable to put it into words, she pulled Brittany into a searing kiss.
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Ps guys I aint to good at writing the receiving of a smut scene.. I hope I did it justice.. and I hope I managed to get across what I intended … Feel free to leave a review and let me know what u think..