Chapter 26:
A/N: This is a long chapter because it has sexual content that only 18 and older should read. Don't say I didn't warn ya! And yes, it's smut. Cheers!
A few days later, Vincent and Bo were in the living room of the Sinclair house, talking quietly as Katrina walked down the stairs. Her eyebrow rose as she came in, as if she didn't believe what she was seeing. The brothers broke away, guilty looks on their faces.
"What's going on?" she asked them.
They shook their heads. "Nothin'," Bo snapped at her, "and you're late."
She shrugged. "So? Lester won't mind. I don't get why I have to go anyway. It's not fair. I don't like picking dead shit up off the ground! It smells!"
"He needs the help, darlin'," Bo told Katrina in an exasperated tone. "And Vincent won't leave Ambrose. I've got other shit to do. So go on, get!" He mock-kicked her bottom, sending her hurrying out the door.
"Fine," she snarled. "Later you two." Katrina turned and made a face at them before striding out the door, hips swaying unconcernedly.
The moment they heard Lester's truck driving away, Vincent and Bo walked down to the pet shop in town, where they had stored some boxes . . .
Later That Day . . .
Katrina walked into the Sinclair living room, complaining loudly. She looked filthy, and was covered in blood. Bo came out of the kitchen and started laughing at her.
"Don't you look a sight," he sniggered.
"Fuck you . . ." she began, then caught sight of what was in the living room. "You . . . you . . . oh!" Katrina tiptoed to the brand new television that now sat atop several crates in a corner, next to a box filled with used CD's and VHS tapes. "Oh! Oh!"
"It's all for you, Kitty Kat," Bo said with a sly grin. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "It was Vincent's idea. But I helped." Bo grinned and threw a dust rag at her. "Now you have to clean up this living room so it's as good as your new TV, got it?"
Katrina nodded, still staring enraptured at the contents of the box. "Marilyn Manson! And oh! Oh yay, they have Pantera too!" She giggled wildly, then suddenly jumped backwards and shook her head. "No, I can't touch it yet. Not smelling like this. I have to go take a shower!" She gasped. "What if Vincent sees me like this?"
Bo watched in amusement as the girl leapt up and rushed upstairs, her face still pale with shock. He glanced over at the long, dusty draperies on the window, where Vincent stood watching the proceedings unnoticed.
"I told you she'd like it," Vincent muttered.
An hour later, Katrina traipsed down to the living room, dressed in an old T shirt and cotton pants, ready to clean as Bo had ordered. She looked around the room, still not seeing Vincent in his hiding place. With a wild giggle, she pulled a tape from the box and stuck it into the video player. It was one that had a lot of music videos on it.
Vincent stood quietly behind the curtain, watching as Katrina threw down the dust rag and began to sing. It made him happier than ever that he had gotten Bo to steal the VHS tapes and the video player and new television. He glanced at the singer on the screen and a pang of jealousy gnawed at his heart. Did she wish he looked like that man? Is that why she was watching this?
She began to dance and he became incapable of thought.
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life . . .
Katrina turned and saw him fidget with his mask behind the curtain. Smiling, she walked over to him and pulled him out, wrapping her arms around him.
And if you go, I want to go with you
And if you die, I want to die with you . . .
He listened carefully as she sang along with the song. Her voice was beautiful.
Such a lonely day, and it's mine
Today that I'm glad I survived.
The song ended. Vincent looked down at Katrina's black curls. She held him tighter and looked up at him. There was a rosy color in her cheeks, as if she were blushing.
"Vincent?"
He smiled at her. "What?"
"It's true, you know."
"What is?"
She reached up slowly and gently removed his mask.
"That if you go, I want to go with you. And if you die, I want to die with you."
His breath caught in his throat. "What . . . what are you saying?"
"You great big retard. I'm telling you that I love you." She drew his face down and kissed him deeply. "Come with me."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs, giggling wildly. "Come on."
He followed her upstairs to what he now considered "her" room. Katrina pushed him in, slamming the door behind her.
"Vincent . . ." she whispered, kissing him again. Her hand reached behind her and turned on the boombox before pulling him closer to her.
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dyin' just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
She kissed his wax face softly before pushing him down onto the bed. Vincent stared nervously at her as she slowly pulled the dress over her head, revealing a lacy sapphire blue bra and matching panties. With a smile, Katrina straddled him and reached up to pull off his mask. He grabbed her wrists, shaking his head.
"I want you, Vincent. Not the mask," she whispered.
He let out a quiet sob, wondering how anyone so beautiful could want him as much as Katrina did.
"Shh. Don't cry, Vincent. It's okay."
She slipped the mask off before he could stop her. Before he knew it, her lips were on his.
I would cry for you
I would cry for you
I would wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
Katrina's fingertips massaged his scalp as she kissed him harder. He reached out hesitantly to run his hands along her thighs up to the small of her back. She moaned, arching towards him. That was all it took.
Vincent flipped her over onto the bed and began kissing her back . . . on her lips, cheeks, ears, and neck. She let out little mewling cries of pleasure as he started to bite her, leaving marks down her neck and chest to her navel before biting her on the stomach. She took hold of his sweater and began tugging it off. The feeling of her fingers brushing against his back and chest drove him into a frenzy. He pushed himself off of her so he could remove his jeans and underwear.
When his naked body pressed up against hers for the first time, Vincent felt as if he were in heaven.
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
Katrina raked her fingernails along his spine as she bit his shoulder. He buried his head into her neck.
"Vincent . . ." she cried. He looked up at her as she wiggled out of her bra and began tugging on the panties. "I want you."
Vincent stared down at the sight of her naked breasts and took a nipple in his mouth.
Touching. Tasting.
Her moans were driving him wild.
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I'm talkin'
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
He began to kiss her all over her body, trailing down her stomach to her thighs and up again, kissing her palms and each fingertip. She bit his wrist and then his thumb, nibbling his arm all the way up to his neck.
Vincent's lips found hers again, his thumbs traced her cheekbones, down to her jawline and back.
"I love you," she whispered in his ear.
"I love you," he mumbled against her mouth.
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist a knife and bleed my achin' heart
And tear it apart
Katrina's nails scratched his chest so hard they drew blood. Glazed eyes widened, and soft lips touched the wounds, nursing them with a hot tongue.
Vincent drew his breath in sharply as she leaned back on the pillow, her lips slightly scarlet with his blood. She pulled his head down and kissed him. The metallic taste of his own blood caused him to feel faint.
His teeth grazed her neck and sank down. He wanted the sweeter taste of her own life force to drive his bitter one away.
She cried out, bucking against him. Vincent could feel the heat radiating from Katrina's body, making him feel like an inferno was consuming him.
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
He ran a hand along the moist skin of her stomach, pressing his forehead against hers as she opened her legs for him. He was unsure of what to do, but it seemed like everything was simply coming naturally.
Vincent pressed his body against hers gently. The hot, wet sensations he was feeling made him gasp.
"God, Katrina . . ."
Her arm clung around his neck, her other hand clutched his shoulder. She was whimpering into his ear, her mouth grazing the tender skin.
He pressed forward more and felt her cry out. Whether it was in pain or pleasure, he didn't know. But he could not stop to find out.
Violate all the love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored
Something hot and crazed erupted inside him and he moved furiously against her, ignoring her pained cries. His hand traveled down her sweaty side, clutching her thigh in a tight grip. The other hand grasped a handful of hair as his mouth found hers.
The vibrations of her pained cries on his lips brought him back to reality, making him slow down a bit. He began to kiss her gently, licking her lips and tongue, reveling in the taste that was Katrina.
Vincent realized her moans had changed. They no longer rang with pain, but something sweeter, something that made him wish he would never have to leave the bed, never have to feel her body away from his.
His name was being whispered in his ear, over and over again.
I will die for you
I will kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I will wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you
"Vincent . . ." she cried. "Don't ever leave me."
"Kitty . . ." he moaned in her ear. "I would die for you."
A/N: I don't own the song I would die for you by garbage or the lonely day song by system of a down.