*I do not own the content in Stephanie Meyer's the "Twilight Saga"*

Chapter 6: 1664 Paris, France

TW/CW: Oral sex, Murder, Suicidal tendencies

Vail POV:

Carlisle stopped trying to kill himself a few weeks ago. I've yet to catch him eating so I don't know if he's fed since he has transformed but he seems to shun any populated area. I would have helped him through his transformation but since Moira's attack, I realized he would be in danger by the London coven if they were to ever learn he was why I killed Thomas. Their leader. I learned Moira wasn't actually a part of their coven, but a nomad that just happened to be friends with Thomas. She kept permanent lodgings near Paris, pretending to be a noble here before continuing her pattern of dying mysteriously and becoming a "foundling" noble somewhere else.

So instead of being near and helping my brother, I've been hunting Moira. She's consumed my thoughts ever since she kicked my ass in that field. I have to protect my brother though and so far, she's the only London vampire that's seen my face. Of course I have to find her. To kill her or to convince her to drop the life debt I owe her. What if she asks for Carlisle's life in exchange for Thomas's?

Paris is as dirty as always and the streets are cluttered with humans. Old, young, rich, poor, heathy and sick alike. Their delicious smell permeates the air, along with the smell of horses and waste. There are so many scents, sounds, and colors that catch the eye, it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack. From my sleuthing, I know that her name currently is Moira, Comtesse de Saint Germain and I know that she lives somewhere in Paris. She is said to have a skin condition and doctors have advised her to stay indoors on sunny days. How convenient.

I have finally figured out my strange ability, one that allows me to change my face, body, clothes, and other personal effects. I can be anyone, wear any type of clothing, sound like whomever I please. It's a freedom that I've only dreamed of. I am walking down the street in the body of a man and I've never felt more comfortable. It feels... natural. This body looks like me, just masculine. I get leered at less this way, I'm also stopped less and I can spend more time looking for my quarry.

After hours of searching through the city, I find myself in front of Notre Dame. The cathedral is astonishing. The stained glass catches the light in the most incredible ways and the parapets are absolutely lovely. Though, I find the saints lining the great doors a little... creepy. I step into the church and cleanse myself with the holy water. It's the little signs of disrespect I can do to my Anglican father that make my day. Stepping into a Catholic Church and anointing myself with holy water would surely have him going mad.

I am about to turn to leave when I catch her scent. She is in the church, above me actually. I look up but I don't see her. I make my way to one of the doors that leads up into one the towers. The side in which her scent is the strongest. I don't smell any humans so I quickly dart to the top and I find her looking over one of the balconies, out at the city of Paris. The view is spectacular, more so because she is a part of it.

My memory would never let me forget her perfection but seeing her there does not do seeing her in person justice. She's divine.

"So, you've found me at last." She murmurs without looking at me.

"It's well enough, I've left you every clue and I'm almost offended it took this long. An entire year, it took you an entire year to find me when I was doing my best to be found."

To be fair, I didn't start looking until my brother started living instead of attempting to take his life consistently. It broke my heart seeing him reject this life so violently. He deserved my attention in that moment more than this glorious creature. Yet, I kept my distance from him, protecting him from the wrath of those who would harm him to hurt me.

"So, now that you've found me, what happens next? You can't kill me, you owe me a life. I also have no idea how you can pay your debt so that question is out. So what was your plan? Find me and kiss me again?" She scoffs. Yet, I don't say anything because I never thought I would actually find her. I'm at a loss now that I have.

"A creature of few words, what a pity." Then she turns around. Shock is the primary emotion on her face, followed quickly by embarrassment.

"Forgive me, I could have sworn you were someone else." She moves to walk past me but I grab her arm without thinking.

"Wait." I can't let her leave. She's both my salvation and curse and now that I have her in my sights, I can't afford to lose her. I need that debt to be forgiven.

She peers closely at me, recognizing me, but not entirely sure why. I can read this in her face and I can also read the irritation there from grabbing her. I had almost forgotten she doesn't like to be touched without consent. As quickly as I grabbed her I let go.

"You smell like her." She whispers, closing her eyes briefly. "I don't understand..." The words trail off.

Her eyes trace over my face, lingering on my mouth. She breathes in the scent that is still the same and I can see that, despite her instincts telling her it's the woman she fought standing in front of her, she believes her eyes. Her eyes see a man.

"You don't recognize me?" My voice is deep and low, seductive almost.

"No, I don't. Though you remind me of someone." She moves subtly closer to me, still studying my face. Trying to piece together the enigma before her.

"Who do I remind you of?" I decide to play with her a little before showing myself. I could probably get away with never letting her know about my ability but some part of me loathes the idea of lying to her.

She inches even closer. Our faces are only a breath apart when she murmurs, "My obsession."

Then she stands on her tip toes and crashes her lips into mine. Once again, I'm reminded of lightning. My whole body tingles at her closeness, at her touch. With a groan, I wrap one arm around her waist and crush her to my body, my hand sliding around her neck and into her hair to hold her there while I ravish her mouth. She gives as good as she takes, tunneling her hands into my hair and holding me captive.

This is one battle I never want to escape from.

I'm also learning this body is capable of the typical male functions. My breeches are uncomfortably tight.

In a movement too fast for even vampire eyes to track, I lift her skirts, grab her thighs, and lift her up. She wraps her naked thighs around me without ever breaking our kiss. She grinds herself against my length and sparks of delicious pleasure shoot up my spine. Holy fuck. As she traces my lips with her tongue, she moans into my mouth.

My hands trace up and down the outside of her thighs then dipping in to trace the inside then back out again. Teasing her. She snarls into my mouth as she grabs my hand and shoves it between her thighs.

"Stop teasing me, damn you-" her words cut off in a desperate, pleading moan as I strum her clit with my thumb. While my thumb is busy, I gently slide my middle finger inside of her. Her moans get louder and more needy the harder I fuck her with my fingers only to peak when she clenches around me.

When her eyes meet mine, they are filled with fire. With passion. She gracefully unwraps her legs from around my hips and drops to her knees in front of me. With burning eyes she deftly opens my breeches and takes my length in her dainty hands. Watching my face, she kisses the tip of my cock before swirling her tongue around it.

Jesusmaryandjoseph.

No wonder men want sex all the time if this is what it feels like just to have a mouth on their member.

My head falls back on the wall and a guttural moan is ripped from my chest as she works her mouth down my shaft. She pulls back and then takes me all the way down again until I'm touching the back of her throat. Her mouth feels like warm velvet around me and it's literal heaven on earth. She is heaven. My thighs tense and I feel a need so great it renders me speechless, but a need being utterly quenched in the same breath. I'm gasping and moaning as this beautiful creature sucks the soul from my body through my spasming cock.

She pulls back and wipes at her mouth with her thumb before sucking the digit clean and I almost orgasm again just watching it.

That was honestly the most powerful thing I've ever felt in my life. I've never been intimate with someone before. The afterglow of this moment I've shared with her has left me reeling. I never want it to fade. It's euphoria in its purist form.

She stands, then smirks.

"Well, it's been fun, but I should go. I have a date to catch." With that, she leaps off the tower, bounds across the roof then leaps over the Seine and disappears into the streets of Paris.

What in the...?

Oh no she doesn't. I growl and leap off the roof then follow the trail of her scent as it twists and turns through the city. This woman is leading me on a merry chase, running in circles, jumping on roofs, and springing back and forth over the river. I'm running for hours through the city, too quickly for human eyes to detect, when her scent starts fading.

"No, no, NO!" I snarl. I slow to a light human jog as I try to catch her scent again. At the edge of the river, her scent disappears completely. She jumped into the water and I'm spitting with rage. She shares this spectacularly intimate moment with me, then fucks off? I don't think so. I'm going to kick her ass when I find her again. So what she beat me the first time? Maybe I'll have a better shot now that I know her weakness. Me. It seems like we are each other's weakness.

Smothering my fury, I walk along the river. Her scent is all over the city right now, there's no way for me to track it to a permanent residence and she is too smart to go there tonight. If I were her, I'd find a place outside of the city to stay for a few days and then sneak back.

Unless... maybe she really did have a date. The thought makes my skin turn to ice. Who could she possibly be meeting after, well, after what we did together? Surely they would scent me on her?

The jealousy rips through me and simmers there while I continue pacing along the river.

A human male walks towards me, clothed in rags and smelling strongly of ale. He stumbles a few times before he manages to get in front of me.

"Pardonnez-moi monsieur, avez-vous des livre à revendre?" He slurs. Pardon me sir, do you have livreto spare? Livra, French currency.

Typically, drunk beggars are not on my personal menu, but with the rage coating my veins and the jealousy wrapped snuggly around my mind, any type of pleasure is something I'd take in droves right now.

"Pardonne-moi." Forgive me, I spit out before quickly reaching out and breaking his neck. Before his heart even stops beating, I have his neck at my mouth and my teeth in his flesh. The taste of his blood explodes on my senses and I feel it coursing through my dry veins. The dull ache in my throat fades and I feel rejuvenated. His broken, empty body hits the ground and only then do I feel the stirrings of guilt. This is why I pick my meals with more discipline. I usually target men like my father, not innocents, even drunk innocents.

I dispose of his body in the river and continue on my way. Being a vampire is such a boon but also such a curse. Endless opportunities, life everlasting, strength, speed, even abilities for the lucky few. Yet, with a mind as sophisticated as ours comes the ability to think and feel so much. For while I'm still twisted in rage and jealousy over Moira, I'm also mourning and grieving the human life I ended. The guilt is just as consuming as the rage and jealousy. The grief even more so. It is a toxic concoction of emotions.

I'm out of city proper by the time the sun rises, sitting in the shade of a forest. Around me, life teems. I hear humans in their horse drawn carriages heading down the main road to and from Paris. Gossip is ripe with the noble ladies today, apparently one of their own disappeared mysteriously. Their home burned down in the middle of the night and when the guards searched through the rubble, nothing of value was there. It is assumed the house was broken into, the items of value stolen along with the Lady of the House. The Comtesse was missing.

The Comtesse de Saint Germain. Moira.

I really hope y'all caught the reference with the Saint Germain stuff. If not, give the name a google search LOL