All Red

by xDreamlessx

Since the loss of her mate, Victoria has been single-mindedly focused on Bella. At first she only wanted to kill her, but in stalking her she also developed an intense attraction to her, and instead she finds herself abducting the young girl and maybe even keeping her. Bella/Victoria.

19. Chapter 19

AN: Wow, I'm surprised that last chapter had such a positive response. I thought people might be a little wary of the next bit, but it seems most of you are as excited as I am, so here we go. ;)

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Chapter 19:

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The following afternoon found us at the girl's old school. Forks High. I had bought her a brand new black hoody to conceal her identity and I was wearing a scarf and some sunglasses for the purpose of concealment as well. We were standing by the low chain-link fence that enclosed the parking lot. The bell had rung only moments ago and now students were beginning to emerge from the buildings with backpacks and jackets. Bella kept her hood well over her head and she snorted at her former peers as she watched them mill through the damp gray afternoon.

"I sure as fuck don't miss this place," she said to me.

I smiled and kept my eyes on the students. We were here to locate her prey and after a while her hooded head swung to the stairs that led down from the main building. There were two girls coming down, trotting and chatting together, one blonde, one brunette.

"That's her," she said.

I smiled and looked them over. The brunette was taller and rather thin, not overly attractive, but the blonde was short and kind of sexy in a skanky way. Her jeans were very tight.

"The blonde?" I asked.

Bella's hooded head nodded and she turned and leaned back against the fence as if afraid of being spotted. "Yeah. The other one is Angela, but I liked Angela. We can't hurt her."

I nodded as well, still watching the blonde girl discreetly as she chatted with her friend and made her way to her car. I hadn't known which was which but I suspected it was the blonde one. The brunette looked too nice. But even at a glance the blonde girl looked worth stabbing. Something about her face.

"What do you think?" Bella asked me quietly, although there was no chance of being heard over the din of voices and starting cars.

I gave a shrug and turned away from the blonde as well. "Kind of cute."

"No, I mean…"

Bella looked at the blonde, she looked at me. Her face had gone pale and anxious and her lips were so dry she had to lick them.

"Do you think we can do it?" she asked thickly.

I smiled at her for a moment and touched her shoulder. She was finally beginning to become nervous about the whole thing but I knew she would be fine.

I turned back to the blonde and by now she had gotten into her car and started it. It was a cheap blue Toyota with rust spots along the fenders.

"Let's just follow her for now," I said, watching the car reverse out of its space.

Bella nodded and I placed a quick kiss into her hood—as discreetly as possible, of course—and then I took her by the hand and led her to our car.

It was a rental car that I had acquired that afternoon. Red sportscars were rarely the vehicle of choice for stalking so I had left the convertible back at the motel. The car I had rented was a navy colored SUV with ample room in the back for family or kids or transporting a bound and gagged hostage. The Toyota made its way through the cold gray town and I followed at a safe distance. The closest we got was when we both stopped at a red light.

I glanced at Bella. She was biting a fingernail but she stopped and chuckled nervously when she noticed me looking at her.

"She usually just goes home after school," she said, probably just to break the silence.

I gave her a puzzled frown. "How do you know?"

She chuckled again. "We used to be friends," she said. "We hung out together all the time. We even bought prom dresses together last year."

I chuckled as well and shook my head. I had been under the assumption that this Jessica person had been a bully of sorts, a target of revenge.

The light turned green and the traffic began moving. The Toyota rolled out and turned into a sidestreet and I followed, speaking to Bella as I did.

"I thought you hated her?" I asked. "Wasn't that the whole point of this?"

"Well, I don't hate her," she said. "I just…"

She shrugged and trailed off. Then she giggled.

"She's just annoying, that's all," she said. "All she ever does is talk about herself and she thinks everyone likes her when really everyone just thinks she's a dumb bitch. Trust me, you'd want to kill her too if she was your friend."

I laughed and shook my head, turning into the same sidestreet as the Toyota. "And here I thought we were on a noble mission of vengeance against a bully who'd hurt you," I said. "Turns out you're more disturbed than I thought."

"Hey, you're the evil vampire here. I haven't even killed anyone yet."

"That's true, but I kill because I must feed. What's your excuse?"

She opened her mouth. Then she closed it again.

My words seemed to have caught her off guard and I regreted them right away. I had only been playing but the last thing I wanted to do was encourage her toward conscience. But that seemed to be exactly what I did by pointing out her lack of any kind of motive and after a moment she chuckled once, hollowly.

"Yeah," she said. "I never thought about it like that."

I smiled and caressed her knee as I drove. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

She looked at the hand on her knee. It was the one that wore the ring and she smiled and took it in her own hands and held it for a moment.

"It's alright," she said. "I guess it's true. I'm not even a vampire and I want to kill someone. That's…kind of fucked up, now that I think about it. Did you ever kill anyone before you were a vampire?"

I put my hand back on the steering wheel to turn another corner. "Just twice. The first was an unruly client at the whorehouse where I was sequestered most of my human years. Stabbed him with a knife I kept concealed under my mattress for emergencies."

"Self-defence?"

"Well, yes, but the second was a girl I worked with. A girl I liked very much. I drowned her while we were taking a bath together. We had been fooling around a little and I suppose I forgot to let her up for air while she was going down on me under the water."

She chuckled and shook her head, letting her eyes drift to the window where gray houses of a neighbourhood were passing by. "Wow," she said. "I guess we're both pretty fucked up."

I chuckled as well. "It's what makes us perfect for each other, I suppose. In any case, perhaps you do have an excuse."

"And what excuse is that?"

I flashed her a winsome smile. "Me," I said. "The only reason you're doing any of this is because of me. Right?"

That made her smile. A slow smile that bloomed on her mouth like a flower. The sentiment not only eased her conscience but gave her sadisticness a lovely romantic slant as well.

"Yeah," she said. "That's true."

I gave her another smile and she leaned over to put a quick kiss on my lips.

By now the blue Toyota had pulled up outside a house down the block. I didn't slow down or do anything suspicious. I continued driving by, past the house, past the Toyota. The blond girl had gotten out and she was crossing the lawn toward the house. It had begun drizzling and she was moving quickly with a hand over her head, trotting to the front door.

I continued to the end of the street and then I circled around the block. Quiet neighbourhood. We passed a woman unloading groceries from her car but nothing else. I circled back to the blue Toyota and parked across the street. The car went silent. Bella was nibbling her lip and looking out at the house where her old friend lived. I was watching the house as well. The sky was covered in gray overcast and the concrete sidewalk was darkening in the drizzle.

"So what are we doing now?" Bella asked after a while.

I gave a little shrug. "Just watching. It's all part of the hunt. Stalking is one of the best parts. Do you know how long I stalked you before making a move?"

"How long?"

"Over a month."

"Seriously? We're gonna stalk Jessica for a whole month?"

I laughed and shook my head. "No, you were a special case. I had to be sure your protectors wouldn't return for you, and…"

"And what?"

I chuckled and turned and smiled at her fondly. "In truth I just loved to watch you. Every day I made excuses to myself not to kill you. I wanted to watch you for as long as possible. And when watching wasn't enough, I had to take you."

Any other girl might found that sentiment to be the creepiest thing she had ever heard but this was not most girls. She smiled at me and leaned closer to my face slavishly.

"That's so sweet," she whispered. "While you were watching me, did you ever see me naked?"

"Not most of the time. Most of the time you only stripped to your underwear when you got changed. Although there was one memorable night when I observed you stroking your pussy before bed."

She grinned at me, her lips brushing mine. "And did you like what you saw?"

"You know I did," I said, and then she moaned and pressed her mouth to mine.

I moaned as well and wrapped my arms around her. I heard her seatbelt unclick and then her body surged onto mine. She was still wearing her hood up but now it fell away as I cupped her face. She was straddling my lap, making out with my mouth, and—

The horn honked.

She giggled and startled at the noise, breaking apart the kiss and looking behind her at the windshield. She must've bumped the horn with her butt, the silly thing. I chuckled at her and gave her one more kiss and then started helping her off my lap.

"We're supposed to be hunting here, Ms Swan," I told her chidingly. "Control yourself, please."

She pouted playfully and sat back. "Fine, but this is a waste of time. She's probably not gonna leave till tomorrow morning."

I was scanning the gloom outside, watching to see if the horn had attracted any attention. It didn't seem like it. Either way it was just a horn. Not many bystanders were in the habit of writing down the licence plates of suspiciously honking rental cars in anticipation of a teenage girl being murdered sometime tomorrow or the next day.

"Have you ever been to her house?" I asked, letting my eyes wander back to the two-story stucco dwelling.

"Sure," she said. "A couple times."

"Does she have family?"

"Just a mom and a dad."

"No siblings?"

"Nope. No pets, either."

I nodded and smiled. It seemed this might be more simple than I thought. "Are either of the parents home when she gets here after school?"

"Nah, they both work. At least they did when I knew her."

"Hmm," I murmured, watching the house. There were no cars in the driveway and no carport. Neither parent were home yet and the girl had been in the house for a substantial amount of minutes. More than enough time to be taken without notice.

Bella was watching me more than the house and after a while she spoke.

"So what are we going to do?" she asked.

"We'll take her after school tomorrow. Assuming she comes directly home like she did today."

"Okay. Then what?"

"Then we'll have to take her somewhere."

"Take her where?"

I had already thought about that and I had the perfect location in mind. I smiled at her and turned the key to start the car and decided to keep it a surprise.

Twenty minutes later we were in a different neighbourhood. A familiar neighbourhood. A neighbourhood where the girl once lived with her father. Where she had been taken from. She had gone silent and she was staring out the window as her old house came into view. The drizzle had turned to rain and the window was glazed with water. There was a For Sale sign on a post driven into the soggy lawn and all the windows were closed and curtained.

I pulled up on the sidewalk. The rain rattled on the roof of the car. She turned to me, inquisitively, and I gave her a smile.

"I did some digging," I said. "The house is in receivership while your mother tries to sell it off."

She nodded and turned back to the house. "I guess no one wants to buy it."

"The houses of murdered owners rarely sell well, even when not located in a crummy small town. We'll bring your friend here and we can take all the time in the world with her."

She didn't seem to know how she felt about that but she nodded. I watched her a second, making sure she was okay, then I opened the car door and got out into the rain.

Bella followed.

Wordlessly we hurried around the back of the house where I pushed open the door that led into the kitchen. It was locked but the lock splintered and burst in the wood as I forced it open with my shoulder. The girl hurried in to get out of the rain, pushing her damp hood back, and I closed the door behind us. Inside was silence and darkness. A muffled patter of rain on the roof. The girl's face in the gloom was strange and speculative. As if she couldn't quite figure out how she was supposed to feel about being here. The expression reassured me. It meant she was in control of her emotions, not the other way around.

The house was still furnished and that seemed to surprise her. She ran a hand along the kitchen table, where she had eaten a hundred meals with the father who'd been murdered by the woman she loved. She looked at the cold dark stove, where she had cooked those meals. Her eyes passed over the refrigerator and she opened it up as if expecting to find a snack in there. But the racks were empty and the light didn't come on. She closed it again and turned back to me.

"How come all the furniture is still here?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I guess your mom didn't know what to do with it."

I went to the sink and tried the tap. Water came out and I nodded. It was good the house still had utilities. The girl watched me and then she followed me into the living room.

I took a brief look around. Smell of dust in the air. No trace at all of the scent that first drew me here aside from what emanated from the girl herself. She was standing at a sideboard and she was looking at some framed photographs that sat there. It was dark in the room, the sun all but set beyond the rainclouds outside, but she could see them clearly. Pictures of her as a child. With her father. Her mother. Birthdays. School pictures. How must she feel about those memories now? Did she even recognize that little girl as herself? Or was it some other girl entirely?

I went over to her side and looked at the pictures as well before looking at her expression. It wasn't really wistful. Just thoughtful. She picked up one of the photographs and smiled at it with an air of detachment. It was a school picture from when she was younger. Wearing a blue dress. Her dark hair in pigtails. Perhaps nine years old. Still in elementary. I looked at the photograph as well and I found it fascinating. There was no smile on her face and she looked bored and sullen and borderline angry. Dark eyes glaring into the lens. Black and opaque. As if even back then there was something that brooded just below the surface. Something that only required to be unleashed.

Bella touched the glass of the photoframe with her fingertips, tracing the outline of her younger self, and snorted.

"They told me to smile but I wouldn't do it," she said. "Fuck that."

Then she sighed and set down the photograph. She looked around the living room and sighed again and then she turned back to me.

"So how come you don't just kill her parents and do her at her own place?" she asked. "Like you did with me?"

I smiled at her. "Like I said, you were a special case who clouded my judgement."

She snorted again and glanced at one of the pictures of her father who was now dead. "Yeah, no shit," she said. "Come on, let's go upstairs."

I nodded and this time it was me who followed her.

She took me upstairs and we checked the rooms along the way. Her father's bedroom, the bathroom. Who knows what we were looking for. A ghost perhaps.

She opened the door to her bedroom and we found it much the same as we left it, albeit a little dustier. Her bed hadn't been made and the covers were gone. Perhaps whisked away for police testing and never returned. The door swung closed behind us but it didn't lock. There was no doorknob to it and I remembered how I had ripped the knob off to prevent her escaping. I smiled fondly, recalling how she had tried to beat down the door with her naked shoulder, her tits jiggling, her butt.

She was looking at the same thing and she smiled as well.

"Remember that?" she asked, nodding at the broken doorknob.

I chuckled and smiled brightly. "I remember you trying to escape. You were so cute. I think that was when I fell in love with you. When I saw how strong you were in trying to escape and how sexy you were in failing."

She smiled at me lovingly and then she slipped her hand around mine.

The gesture sort of surprised me but in a nice way. Her warm little fingers interlaced with mine, holding hands here where we first met, and we smiled at each other for a moment before her eyes wandered to her bed. There was nothing on it but the bare mattress and she heaved a wistful sigh.

"It feels like a million years since I first walked in here and found you on that bed," she said.

I nodded and gazed at the same thing. "I know how you feel."

She heaved another sigh and her voice lowered to a whisper. "I was so scared and excited," she said. "No matter how hard I tried to run away, you just wouldn't let me go. God, you fucked me so good. Your fingers were like hot iron. And yet ice cold."

She lifted my hand that she was holding and looked at it. The diamond ring on my finger glowered in the dimness and she lifted it to her mouth and kissed it.

"I feel like I say this every day," she said, lifting her eyes to mine, "but I'm so happy to be with you, Victoria. You talk about how amazing I am, but you never give yourself any credit. You're the most incredible woman I've ever met. The things you did to me and the way you did them… it was just…"

She trailed off, no words to describe it. I smiled at her and then I took her other hand, the one with the ring, and returned her gesture of kissing the diamond.

"Would you like me to make love to you?" I asked her softly. "Here? For old time's sake?"

She smiled and her bottom lip trembled with emotion.

"Yes," she said.

I smiled as well and then I released her hand to cup her cheek instead.

Her lips parted for me instantly when I kissed her and she moaned at the entry of my tongue. I caressed her face and stroked it, moaning as well. We were both dressed in nondescript outfits, just jeans and jackets, and soon we were helping each other strip out of them. One of her hands groped my bracup and squeezed and caused the boob inside to spill out. I whimpered from the heat of her desire and kissed her deeper, deeper. One of my hands slipped into her panties and caressed her buttocks for a bit before the panties loosened and fell down. By now she had my bra off and after that we were completely naked. There was no sound at all in the room but the rain and her heavy breathing and together we climbed into the bed and melded once more into each other's arms.

This time there was no escape attempts. No tears, no begging. No words at all. Just love. Her mouth lowered to my breasts and sucked at my nipples for a while as her hands caressed them and stroked them up and then her mouth moved lower again. I shivered as she licked at the edges of my entrance, teasing me, and then she placed kisses onto my netherlips. The kisses began light and loving and slowly became firmer before turning to licks. Nice long licks from the base of my folds all the way to my engorged clitoris. I was whimpering by now, my eyes closed, and she continued to lick me, faster and faster, until she finally latched her lips to the hard nub of my clit and sucked me to an orgasm.

Still there was no words. No sound but the rain. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her mouth for a while as my hands explored her soft body. Heat was radiating from her like a fever and soon my fingers were stroking at the slick wetness between her thighs. She kept her lips on mine, kissing me with little moans and whimpers, and I settled her between my legs and began to finger her the same way I had done the very first time I had laid hands on her. Only this time with all her consent. Her want and desire. Her body was heaving and she couldn't stop kissing me. Each kiss was so urgent and needful, her lips pressing to mine in a moan and pressing again and again. I inserted two fingers inside her, stroking all those places in her interior that had been discovered by me and now belonged to me, and my other hand was stroking her clitoris. The first time I had done this to her she had tried to hold it back with all her might but this time she accepted it with all her heart. Her eyes locked onto mine and her lips locked onto mine as well and she climaxed with hot blasts of breath into my mouth as the orgasm shuddered through her.

After that she slumped and whimpered and lay there in my arms. Still without any word at all. I stroked her and kissed her hair and together we listened to the rain.

We made love once again before leaving the house and then again that night in the hotel. I held the girl while she stayed up well into the night whispering about her friend Jessica. Whispering about how excited she was. About all the things she wanted to do to her. I smiled and encouraged her but I knew she wouldn't do half of them. It would be her first time and it was always wisest to start simple. Eventually she slept and the next morning she woke with her stomach in such a flutter that she couldn't even eat breakfast. I asked her if she was okay and she described it like Christmas morning.

We spent the morning preparing Bella's old house where the young Ms Stanley would be dispatched. She was in a much chipper mood today, almost euphoric, and she all but pirouetted down the stairs as she wiped clean the rail of the staircase with a dustrag. I was vacuuming the living room and she asked if we really had to clean. I didn't hear her properly and when I turned off the vacuum cleaner for her to repeat it she sneezed instead. I laughed and asked her if there any allergy pills in the house. She said there should be some in the bathroom upstairs and I told her to take one. Nothing spoiled sex like hayfever and rape was the same way.

By lunch time the house was relatively dustless, in particular her bedroom, and I took her out for something to eat. We stopped at a hamburger place but she only nibbled on a fry before laughing and throwing the rest away. She was hungry but she couldn't eat and she asked me if that was weird. I told her it was fine. I even thought it was a good sign. After all, it wasn't second thoughts, it was excitement and a sense of significance. It indicated that today was truly going to be one of the biggest events of her life.

Like yesterday we waited for our target at the school. At this point even I became a little nervous, hoping Ms Stanley would simply repeat her pattern of going home. If there were any complications we would have to abort and that would be a shame since Bella's mood was virtually perfect for the occasion. She was calm, controlled, bright-eyed, teetering on a knife-edge of euphoria. The knife was only metaphorical right now but soon it would be literal and in her hand and slicing into this girl who used to be one of her best friends. A girl she had shared classes with, skipped PE with, gone dress shopping with for prom. The past relationship between them would make the experience all the more rich and memorable for her which in turn would make it all the more special for me as well.

Luckily Ms Stanley did exactly as we anticipated. She got into her car and drove home. Alone. We followed her in our SUV. Bella had gone quiet, staring out the windshield while fiddling with her hands in her lap. I knew that feeling. The excitement icing over into determination. Like yesterday the Toyota pulled up outside her house and like yesterday I circled around the block once. When I came back I parked behind the Toyota and cut the engine. It was suddenly so quiet you could almost hear Bella's heartbeat. She looked at me and swallowed a large lump in her throat. I smiled at her and fetched the duct tape from the dufflebag.

"You ready?" I asked her.

She gave a feverish little nod and I grabbed her and gave her a hard and soothing kiss.

"Relax," I told her. "You're gonna do great."

She nodded again, firmer this time, and we got out of the car.

There was a low brick fence and some half-dead flower bushes in the yard and a small rusty gate that was standing open on its hinges. Together we went through the gate and followed the little paved path at went around the lawn, glancing left and right, checking the streets for any bystanders. All was quiet and wet, not even any shadows stood abroad in the bleak afternoon.

We came to the front door and I gave her a nod, moving aside so that when the door open I wouldn't be seen. Bella was wearing her hoody and jeans and she smoothed her hands over her jacket nervously as if this were some kind of date. She took a deep breath, pale and pale-lipped, and then she lifted a hand and knocked on the door with her knuckles.

The rapping echoed inside. This was the other tricky bit. How many teenage girls are comfortable answering the door with no parents home? If she didn't answer we would have to force entry, not just into her pussy but her house as well. But we had been lucky so far and—

"Who is it?" came a voice beyond the door.

I smiled. The voice sounded annoyed. Bella glanced at me quickly and I gave her a nod. She swallowed and spoke back.

"Hey," she said. "It's me, Bella."

Silence. Nothing moved in the streets. The other girl was probably confused. After all, the Bella she knew had been kidnapped and was likely dead. And perhaps that was true. The old Bella was most definitely dead. This was a different Bella entirely.

The door unlocked after a moment, the chain rattling against the wood, and then it opened. I was pressed up against the wall, out of sight, and all I could see was Bella's reaction. A smile at her old friend, a shy flicker of her eyes.

"Hey," she said.

A breath came out of the other girl and her hand slipped away from the door. I could've taken her any instant but the streets were still empty and I was curious at how she would react to Bella.

"Bella?" she gasped. "Oh my god. What…? How…? I thought you were…"

Bella chuckled to cut her off and waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, I got kidnapped. Sucks, huh?"

The blonde girl was speechless for a moment and then suddenly she stepped forward and threw her arms around Bella.

Well.

Talk about hugging death by the neck.

Now I could see her. She was wearing the same clothes she had worn to school, jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair light and silky. Bella was hugging her back awkwardly and looking at me wildly over her old friend's shoulder, begging me to do something already. I smirked and raised an eyebrow at the hug, as if to condemn her only slightly for being so sadistic in her choice of victim, and she chuckled again as she pried the blonde away.

The blonde sniffed and wiped her eyes, no idea I was behind her. She was focused on the girl on her porch and she seemed overwhelmed to see her again.

"Oh my god," she said. "I can't believe it. Everyone thought you were dead. We even had a memorial at school for you and your dad."

Bella's mouth opened and closed helplessly, her eyes darting toward mine, and I decided it was time for me to intervene.

I unspooled a length of duct tape soundlessly while the blonde girl kept talking.

"Bella? Are you alright? What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be with your mom?"

"Well, technically, she's still kidnapped," I said, causing her to gasp and spin around. I gave her a smile and gazed into her frightened blue eyes. "We're only here to kidnap you as well."

Only half a scream came out of her before I had the duct tape over her mouth. Then a full scream was muffled into it. Bella gasped and stepped back and glanced wildly up and down the street. I grabbed little Ms Stanley by her pretty blonde hair and bashed her head into the door.

Bella jumped at that, frightened and excited at the same time. Her friend went to the ground, dazed and moaning. Bella's reaction made me grin. It was a glimpse of the old Bella. The one who was scared and helpless and paralysed by conscience. But this time she didn't run or start begging and the shock only lasted a moment before a smile of excitement leapt onto her mouth. The blonde girl was scrambling to her feet but I shoved her back down with my foot and twisted her wrists together behind her back and looped the duct tape over them.

She was screaming constantly by now, loud even through the tape over her mouth and we had to hurry. She was still struggling on the ground and her sneakers kicked over a pot plant on the porch. The pot was ceramic and it broke—which is what the police would call 'signs of a struggle.' That made me angry, even though it was probably meaningless, and I quickly lashed her ankles with the duct tape before grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging her off the porch.

The screaming was louder now but there was still no one on the streets. Bella hurried ahead and opened the back of the SUV. The cargo space was ample and the windows were tinted, just the thing for hunters with carcasses to carry about—deer or otherwise. I dragged Ms Stanley through a puddle of rain water and then I wrenched her up, screaming, and threw her in to the back of the SUV.

She landed with a thud, screaming some more, and thrashed against the tape. Bella was standing there, breathless with excitement, and suddenly she closed a fist and punched her old friend in her taped up face.

The screams stopped and only a whimper came out of her. I raised my eyebrows at my accomplice and shut the hatch, silencing the sounds from our victim entirely. Bella was holding her fist, rubbing her sore knuckles, and she was grinning and breathing so fast you might've thought she'd run a marathon.

"Did you hear how she kept saying oh my god?" she asked, panting. "So fucking annoying, right? She's always like that. One time she even said LOL out loud. You'd want to kill her too."

I shook my head at her good-naturedly and went around to get into the car. She got into the other side.

We started driving and she kept looking out the windows for any sirens or flashing police lights but all in all it had gone relatively smoothly. I was glad her first hunt was a simple one. In the future we could experiment with more complicated targets or even multiple targets at once but for now this was risky enough. She was still breathing heavy and she kept glancing toward the back where there was an occasional thud and some muffled screams. Where one of her best friends was taped up and awaiting execution. At Bella's own hand. I could only imagine the butterflies in her stomach or perhaps it was little winged demons circling in the pit of her soul. I gave her a smile but we didn't speak. She just needed a few moments to calm down.

It was still full daylight when we got to the house. I parked on the curb across the street and cut off the engine and waited a while. The girl in the back continued to scream and kick. The car shuddered gently. The streets were empty and they stayed empty for over a full minute. Bella was waiting for me, breathless, and I gave her a nod.

We got out and popped the hatch and the screams started up even louder, the blonde girl's terrified blue eyes rolling and flittering in her skull. I grabbed one of her arms and dragged her out and continued dragging her across the street. Bella kept watch but I wasn't worried. We went around the back door that led into the kitchen and I forced the girl in. She was sobbing by now and trying to shake away my hands. At the base of the stairs she managed to get loose and trip and sprawl on the floor. Bella rolled her eyes and I smiled. It seemed she was already beginning to calm now that we were off the streets and out of public.

The girl struggled and bucked like a fish all the way up the stairs, with me dragging her by the hair, but by now she had given up screaming and she was only sobbing instead. Bella's bedroom had been prepared earlier this afternoon. There was a towel spread over the desk and sitting on the towel were all the toys for Bella to use. There were some dildos and vibrators but the other toys were of a less sexual nature. Knives. A pair of scissors. She probably wouldn't get to use all of them but I wanted her to have the selection.

I hefted Ms Stanley onto the bed and she quickly cowered backward into the corner, much the same as Bella had done in her position once upon a time. She watched us with her wet and terrified eyes, breathing raggedly into her gag, and I turned to Bella. Bella looked at me, her face oddly composed and awaiting instruction. I smiled at her and cupped her face. Her skin was ice cold, almost vampire-like.

"Are you sure you're gonna be able to do this?" I asked her softly.

She nodded and licked her dry lips. "Yeah."

I leaned and gave those same lips a kiss. Ms Stanley was watching this and somehow it seemed to terrify her more than anything. Perhaps she realized in that moment she was going to be raped as well.

I broke the kiss and took her hand instead.

"Come," I said. "We'll shower first."

Bella tossed her chin at her old friend. "What about her?"

I laughed and led her out of the room. "She's not going anywhere."

The girl on the bed moaned and struggled but we closed the door and left her there.

The bathroom was down the hall and as we undressed I told her about how I had done the same thing when I was waiting for her that day. Nudity was a terrific tool of intimidation and excitement and the shower itself was a nice way to relax. She nodded at all this and stepped into the shower with me, letting the warm water coat her body. I smiled at her face and kissed her gently, her nose, her eyelids, her lips. Just gentle kisses to reassure her and help her relax. It seemed to work. The combination of the water and my hands all over her body soothed her and by the time she stepped out of the shower she looked truly ready.

We dried off in the bathroom but we didn't put any clothes on. We kissed one more time and then we went back to her bedroom.

The blonde girl had fallen off the bed in her struggles and she was cowering in the corner, backed up against the dresser. She saw us enter the room, naked and smiling, and her whole face crumpled in despair around the gag over her mouth. Bella smiled even more at that and I did too. Sometimes it honestly confused me why victims reacted so poorly to the notion of being raped by me. You'd think one glance at my luscious breasts and perfect white skin would have them desperate for it but all my amazing sexiness seemed to do was frighten them. Well, not all of them. Bella had been different and now she was different again. From victim to perpetrator and quite a sexy little rapist herself.

Our blonde friend was moaning in terror and squirming and she began moaning even louder when I took a large kitchen knife from the desk.

"Do you want me to take her gag off?" I asked Bella.

Bella nodded, a hint of eagerness in it. I turned back to the blonde girl and bobbed down and reached for the tape on her mouth. She cringed and turned, almost as if she wanted to keep the gag, but I got hold of the corner and peeled it away.

She sucked in a deep breath which was more of a sob.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god, please…"

I wrenched her head back by the hair and put the knife to her throat. "Shh," I whispered to her. "Scream and you die. Understand?"

She sobbed again. Tears were running down her face and her eyes swam past me to Bella.

"Bella?" she whimpered. "Bella, what's going on? What are you doing?"

I lowered the knife with a smile. Her voice was oddly courteous, as if she hoped maybe this was just a misunderstanding. Bella smiled at her and swaggered over a few short steps, unabashed of her nakedness, and then squatted down and took the knife from me and placed it back at her old friend's throat.

"Sorry about this, Jess," she said. "Victoria wanted me to kill someone and you're the first dumb bitch who came to mind."

The other girl sobbed. I raised a brow at Bella.

"I wanted you to?" I echoed. "I seem to recall it was your idea."

Bella smirked impishly and shrugged a naked shoulder.

"Bella, please," the blonde girl blubbered. "Don't do this. Please don't do this."

Bella didn't seem to hear her. Her eyes drifted back to the other girl's and she looked at her wet and desperate face for a moment before smiling and tilting her head.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are, Jessica?"

Jessica's lips tightened and trembled. She didn't reply. I smirked at my lover and silently admired her playfulness. It reminded me of myself.

Bella smiled some more and leaned closer to her friend, kneeling there on the floor in front of her. The girl shrank back but she was already backed against the dresser.

"I never noticed before," Bella whispered, still gazing at her. "Actually, I always thought you were really ugly. But now, like this…you're actually kind of cute."

Then she leaned and kissed her old friend's quivering lips.

I watched them, smiling, silent, my heart stirring in my chest. Before all this had started I had reserved some part of myself to intervene should my love lose her nerve but I didn't think that was going to happen anymore. She was responding to her terrified friend very naturally. Very eagerly. The blonde girl moaned in disgust but she was afraid to turn away with the knife at her throat. Bella smiled into the kiss and pressed her lips again and again and finally the other girl sobbed and wrenched away.

"Oh god, get away," she moaned in horror. "Get away, you fucking—"

Bella grabbed her hair roughly and slammed her head back against the dresser.

My eyebrows shot up once again but this time I had no pithy comment. I was just excited. Bella pressed the knife to her friend's throat harder, almost hard enough to break the skin, and spoke to her in a low sexy growl.

"Fucking what? Huh? What am I, Jessica?"

Jessica sobbed and looked at her with overflowing eyes. "Please…"

Bella smiled and slowly let go of her hair and cupped her cheek instead.

"Just relax, Jessica," she said. "Just relax and be a good girl and I won't have to hurt you so bad. Okay?"

Jessica didn't reply. My smile grew as I watched them. Bella's words reminded me of my own when I first did all this to her. She had learnt well.

Bella grinned and leaned closer again to her friend's mouth.

"And who knows," she whispered. "Maybe you'll even like it. I know I did…"

Another moan of disgust rose up between them as once again their mouths connected. Bella was less gentle this time, mashing her mouth into her friend's and parting her lips with her tongue. Jessica's jaw fell open, from terror or helplessness, and she moaned again as Bella's tongue went inside. I watched them, smiling, and then I let my eyes wander over our victim's body. She was still fully clothed and slowly I let my hand slide between her thighs to caress the insides of her jeans.

The next moan was louder and she twisted her face away from the kiss and tried to squirm her lap away from my hand. Bella laughed and rose to her feet, her nervousness almost dissipated completely and leaving only happy excitement behind.

"That was awesome," she said. "I wasn't sure if I was gonna be able to rape her, but yeah. I'm gonna rape the fuck out of her."

I was sitting on the floor beside our victim, my hand still caressing the warmth between her thighs, and I smiled up at my love proudly. Bella grinned and tossed her chin.

"You kiss her too," she said. "I wanna see."

I chuckled and lifted my hand from the blonde girl's lap and cupped her cheek with it. She looked at me with pleading eyes that were leaking tears.

"Please," she whimpered.

I almost had to laugh at the poor thing. There was genuine sincerity in her voice, as if she thought maybe she had better chances pleading with me. She didn't know that I was the real monster here. The one that was going to drink her blood.

"Shh," I whispered to her, stroking back her soft and silky hair. "Do as Bella says and be a good girl. We'll take care of you. There's nothing to be afraid of…"

I kissed her lips. Once, twice. She moaned but she already seemed to be getting used to it. Giving up. Submitting. I opened her mouth with my tongue and kissed inside of it. Wet and warm. Delicious. She had a nice scent and such soft and lovely hair. Bella had been very ungenerous when she described her as ugly.

She didn't twist away from me but she actually gagged when I broke the kiss. A small dry retch. No vomit, thankfully. That would've made things rather unpleasant. I rose to my feet and turned to Bella. She smiled at me and there was a sweet admiration in her eyes.

"Wow," she said. "I think she actually liked it a little when you did it."

I chuckled and gave a flippant toss of my hair. "I've had lots of practice."

The blonde girl was coughing and sobbing, heaving a wretch or two, and now I grabbed her by the hair and hefted her up and threw her onto the bed before grabbing the scissors from the desk.

"Come," I said to Bella. "Let's get her clothes off shall we?"

Jessica whimpered at that and tried to struggle away as we closed in on her. "No. No, please."

Bella used her knife to cut away the tape around her ankles and then she unlaced the other girl's sneakers and pulled them off before unbuttoning her jeans as well. I was using the scissors to cut her t-shirt away and it was dangerous work with all the squirming.

"Settle down, Ms Stanley," I told her as I pulled away the shreds of her shirt. "You wouldn't want us to accidently cut your throat, would you?"

"Please," she was saying, still squirming. "Stop."

Bella chuckled as she tugged down the other girl's jeans. "Wow, cute panties, Jess," she said. "Didn't know you were into pink."

The panties were pink cotton with lace elastic. Very cute, like Bella said. Her bra was only plain white and I snipped it in the middle and pulled it away to reveal a pair of rather plain looking breasts. Not big, not small. Just normal regular-looking tits.

She was beginning to panic now and she started panicking even more when Bella pulled down her panties.

"Oh god," she was saying. "Oh god, what are you doing? Stop. Stop."

Bella tossed the panties aside and climbed into the bed, grinning. Her old bed. The same bed I had raped her in and now the same bed she would rape someone else in. She settled at her old friend's side and smiled at her face and cupped her cheek.

"Just go with it, Jess," she told her. "Trust me, it's great. You'll love it, I promise."

Bella might've been just a little unaware of how creepy she sounded but Jessica suddenly burst into a sob of anger.

"Fuck you," she blubbered.

Bella chuckled at that and smiled. "Fuck me? No. I'm fucking you, Jess."

Then she leaned and kissed her, lovingly, directly on the mouth.

I snorted and shook my head and removed the last scraps of the girl's shirt. It seemed my partner was stealing my lines now. I seemed to recall saying the exact same thing when it was her in this bed with her hands bound behind her back and her naked body quivering in fear.

By now all three of us were in the bed and I was stroking Ms Stanley's body idly while I watched them makeout. The blonde girl had her face all scrunched up with tears leaking out of her closed eyes but she didn't turn away this time. Bella pushed her tongue into her mouth lewdly and licked about inside it and then smiled and rose up.

"What now?" she asked me.

I gave her a smile and a shrug. "It's completely up to you, my love. What would you like?"

Bella grinned at me and then she turned to Jessica.

"Hey, Jess," she said. "Have you ever eaten pussy before?"

Jessica didn't answer. She had shuffled backward in the bed until she was backed up against the wall again. Bella smiled at her and then opened her legs to reveal the moist folds of her vagina.

Jessica shuddered from just the sight of it but the visible disgust only seemed to excite Bella. She smirked at her old friend and used her fingers to stroke her folds, utterly unashamed.

"Come here, Jess," she said. "Eat me out. Bet you're curious."

Jessica didn't move, she only remained pressed against the wall while trying to avoid looking at Bella's vagina. I smiled at her reassuringly.

"There's no need to be afraid, Ms Stanley," I told her. "Bella is quite delicious, I do assure you. Watch."

I then leaned across my loved one's lap and licked at her pussy.

Jessica moaned in horror from the display but I moaned in pleasure and I licked again and smiled and licked a little more. Bella giggled and I was glad to provide this thrill for her. All today I had thought she was the accomplice but now I was beginning to think that it was me who was the accomplice.

"You're fucking crazy," the blonde girl stammered. "And disgusting."

I rose up and smiled at her. There were traces of my lover's arousal on my tongue and I thought perhaps a taste might help improve Ms Stanley's mood.

"Come here, Ms Stanley," I said, reaching for her hair. "Allow me to show you how lovely Bella tastes."

"No. Noooo—!"

I forced my mouth on hers and kissed her with my pussy-stained tongue. She moaned in horror and tried to fight me off but I held her tight and tongued her and kept tonguing her till she gave up and whimpered.

Bella laughed and when I broke the kiss I could see that she had been watching and stroking herself. Ms Stanley coughed and sobbed and tried to lurch off the bed but I tightened my grip in her hair and forced her over to Bella's open legs.

Bella opened them a little more and smiled.

"Go ahead, Jess," she said. "Lick me."

The blonde girl whimpered and this time she didn't resist or even speak. She just sniffled to herself and started licking with little moans of disgust.

The look that passed over Bella's face was one of the most beautiful things I'd seen. Arrogance and exultation. I smiled at her, holding the other girl's face into her pussy for her. Domination suited her. She was even dominating me right now. Reducing me to her servant, only slightly better than the victim.

And I loved it.

I couldn't wait until she became a vampire. She was going to be my queen just as surely as I was hers. Her victim phase wasn't going to last forever and rightly so. The key to any relationship is equality. Partnership is the thing to strive for and it was only a matter of time till Bella and I achieved it, thoroughly and forever.

Bella laughed as her old friend licked at her pussy and her smile was positively beaming. I returned her smile and we maintained eye contact as her orgasm approached. The clumsy tongue-work of this terrified girl shoved between her legs could never make her climax as hard as I could but I could tell she was enjoying it in a different way. Her chest was heaving up and down, her breasts round and naked and so perfectly white, and finally her eyes rolled up for just a moment as the orgasm washed over her before those gorgeous brown orbs settled back on mine.

For a long moment we looked at each other while Ms Stanley continued to whimper and lick and then finally my smile curved up into a smirk and I wrenched our victim up and placed a hungry kiss on her slathered mouth.

The taste of Bella in this girl's mouth made my head swim and kiss her even harder, wrapping my arms around her and licking every last drop of Bella's arousal from her mouth. She whimpered in disgust and tried to pull away but it was limp and pointless and by now I could even detect certain symptoms of arousal in her body. Heat. Softness. A haze of pheromones mingling with mine and my lover's. It seemed Ms Stanley might be susceptible to rape and humiliation as well. How interesting.

She was crying when I released her and she had given up struggling. I settled back against the headboard and pulled her backward into my arms, holding her around her middle from behind and wrapping my legs around her.

"Shh," I whispered into her ear. "It's going to be okay. You've been such a brave girl. Just be brave a little longer, okay? Then it'll all be over."

Bella was smirking at all this and she was waiting to see what she was supposed to do. I hooked my legs around Jessica's to draw them open and then I smiled over her shoulder at Bella.

"I'll hold her still, baby," I said. "Go on, have a bit of fun with her."

Bella still had the knife in her hand but she set it aside before crawling over. Evidently she had something more erotic in mind. Jessica finally tensed up again and gave a brief fit of struggle.

"Get away from me," she sobbed. "Get away."

Bella smiled at her and leaned to her mouth. "Shut up, Jess," she whispered. "You should be flattered. Who else is gonna touch your skanky ass? Mike? Yeah, right. He was too busy ogling me to even notice you. Did you ever hook up with him after I was gone? Or is he still pathetically obsessed with me?"

Jessica sniffed and struggled limply. "Fuck you," she muttered.

Bella chuckled and began kissing her gently. "Yeah, yeah," she breathed into her mouth. "Say that to me with my tongue in your mouth."

She then put her tongue in the other girl's mouth and kissed her.

I chuckled softly and held the squirming girl still, whispering in her ear for calm, smelling her hair. It smelt nice. Coconut shampoo. And so soft and silky. I nibbled on her earlobe, the hunger stirring in my stomach and the lust stirring in my vagina. Bella's scent was slathered all over her and perhaps it would be almost the same as feeding from Bella herself. Almost.

Bella broke the kiss and grinned at her old friend.

"You getting turned on yet, Jess?" she asked. "I know I did. When Victoria did all this to me. She raped me exactly like this, you know. I bet everybody thought she killed me, but she didn't. She kept me."

Jessica sniffed and ignored all that. "Stop it," she said. "Please."

But Bella's attention had shifted to Jessica's breasts. She took them in her hands and gave them a feel. The other girl whimpered but didn't even bother trying to turn her chest away. Bella grinned at them and gave them a squeeze.

"I've seen your tits a million times in the locker room at school," she said, "but this is a little different, isn't it? They're not bad. I like them."

She began stroking them, gently, flicking her thumbs over the nipples—which visibly began to harden.

Bella looked into her old friend's wet and angry face.

"You like that, Jess?" she asked her teasingly. "You kind of do, don't you? Has anybody ever touched you like this? Or is this your first time?

Jessica glared at her. "Fuck you. You disgusting dyke."

Bella smiled at that. "Dyke? Hmm, maybe. I never thought about it. But I guess I am. I used to think it was only Victoria I was attracted to but that's obviously bullshit. Truth is, I love girls. And tits. Tits are amazing when you get used to them. Touching them and sucking them. Wanna touch mine, Jess? Well, I guess you can't with your hands taped up. But you can suck them, right? Wanna suck them?"

Jessica didn't reply, she just glared at Bella. Bella smiled and raised up on her knees and preened her large and lovely breasts toward Jessica. I smiled as well and gave the girl in my arms a threatening squeeze.

"Go ahead, Ms Stanley," I whispered to her. "I'll do it with you."

By leaning over Jessica's shoulder I could take one of Bella's nipples into my mouth and that's what I did. Bella laughed and held both of our heads to her chest, once again reducing me to her servant or victim and once again to my very great pleasure. She let us suckle at her nipples for a while and then she sat back and smiled at Jessica.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked. "Tits are nice, huh?"

Jessica sniffed and looked away. Bella laughed at her.

"Oh, don't be like that," she said. "Where's your sense of adventure? I love tits. I could suck em all day."

She then lowered her mouth to her old friend's chest and began sucking on those small pink nipples. Jessica sniffed again and continued to look away. Her attitude made me smile. She seemed to have moved past fear and into anger and sullenness. It happened sometimes when a victim thought the worst was over. She didn't know we were going to kill her too. Poor thing. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and a lick inside her ear. She had proven to be a very pleasurable victim.

"Feel free to enjoy it, my dear," I whispered to her. "There's no shame in it. I think it's cute when a girl can't control herself. No matter how much she wants to."

Bella was licking at her nipples and giving them little suckles and moaning softly.

Jessica whimpered and finally tried to turn away her chest in disgust.

"Stop," she said. "Stop it."

Bella rose up from her chest and grinned. "How about I try your pussy now? You already went down on mine. It's only fair, right?"

I grinned as well. My own legs were hooked around the blonde girl's legs from behind and now I drew them open a little more, my arms still clasped around her middle to keep her still. She began to panic as Bella lowered herself to the mattress.

"No, wait," she said. "Oh god, please don't."

Bella ignored her and examined her vagina. Round, swollen, lightly furred with silky blonde hair. She smiled at it and touched it a little, making the other girl shiver in revulsion.

"Oh god," she moaned. "No."

Bella smiled at her old friend's entrance and placed a gentle kiss on it. "Mmm," she murmured. "It's not wet, but she's definitely turned on. How about if I lick here a little bit, Jess? Hm? Would you like that?"

She licked.

The other girl shivered.

I chuckled into her ear and gave her an encouraging squeeze. Not many girls could orgasm as the result of rape. Bella was one of the few and it seemed Jessica might be as well. How delightful. It was always more fun to kill them after mastering their body in the most humiliating way possible.

Bella continued licking, nice long licks that almost made me jealous. So far I was the only woman in the room who'd gone unmolested and I was quite horny. But that was okay. Today was all about Bella and her friend Jessica. I could feel the girl heating up in my arms and I was watching over her shoulder as Bella licked and licked. The poor girl was getting wet and that only made Bella lick harder, lapping up the moisture as soon as it appeared, and licking more and more and pushing her tongue into her vagina.

By now the blonde girl was whimpering from humiliation and horniness. I let my arms loosen around her middle and lowered one of my hands to her clit. She groaned as soon as I touched it and started crying as soon as I began stroking it. She was trying to hold it back but it was no use. With my finger stroking her clit and my lover's tongue licking her folds there was nothing she could do but come and eventually she did. I could hear it approaching in her voice, in her high and breathless pants, and then I could feel it in her body. The shudder that shook her to her bones and made her cry out in humiliation and pleasure and horror and self-disgust and shame.

Bella laughed into vagina and licked it a little more and I smiled and placed kisses on her flushed cheek. Such a darling victim. I was very grateful to her for providing my love with an experience she would never forget. It had been perfect.

And it wasn't over yet.

Bella licked a little more and finally she stopped and raised up and grinned and wiped her mouth. Jessica looked away from her and sniffed and cried to herself. Bella laughed and leaned to kiss me over her old friend's shoulder.

"I can't believe we made her come," she said excitedly. "Is that incredible or what?"

I chuckled and released our victim and let her slump over onto the mattress where she lay there, naked, curled up, wrists taped together behind her back.

"She has a very slutty body," I agreed.

Bella put her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes. "Like mine?"

I smiled at the question. There was a slight hint of insecurity in it, as if the other girl's rape induced orgasm cast some doubt on how special I had proclaimed Bella to be. But I smiled and cupped her cheek and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Similar," I said. "But not nearly as beautiful."

She smiled at that and kissed me back. I chuckled and she chuckled too and we continued to kiss each other romantically until our victim began sobbing.

"Please," she whimpered. "Let me go. Why are you doing this? Just let me go. Please."

Bella and I pried apart and shared an eye roll and then we climbed out of the bed together.

The blonde girl seem to take heart from this, as if she thought we really were going to leave. She sat up and shrank back against the wall behind her, still begging.

"Please," she said. "Please, just…"

I grabbed the roll of duct tape and ripped off a small strip. "There, there, Ms Stanley," I said to her, pressing the tape across her mouth. "It'll be over soon. Just relax and try to be quiet, okay?"

She shrank back again, the gag giving her renewed fear. Her legs kicked out as I reached for them but I grabbed her ankles and taped them together once more. We didn't want her to scream or thrash about for the next part. A woman could often sit still and be raped but she tends to panic more when murdered.

Bella was watched me and she smiled as I put the roll of tape back on the desk.

"What now?" she asked.

There was an entire selection of toys on the desk that we hadn't used but I thought the afternoon had turned out all the more perfectly without them. It was already getting dark outside and the room was going dim. I selected one of the kitchen knives, a thinner blade more suitable for stabbing, and I turned and smiled and handed it to Bella.

"Now comes the fun part," I said.

Bella took the knife and looked at it and then she looked at the girl on the bed and back at me. "You're not tempted to keep her?" she asked. "Like you did with me?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "She's nothing like you, Bella."

Bella smiled, kind of coyly, and shrugged a shoulder. "She came from being raped, though. You could probably turn her into a slave just like me. If you wanted."

She said the last part with another flicker of insecurity in her eyes but it only made me smile. I was beyond these kinds of doubts at this point. Heidi had made me doubt Bella's specialness back during that night at the hotel and now it was Bella's old friend that made her doubt her own specialness but we had been through this already and this time I knew better.

So I smiled at her and placed my hands at her naked hips and looked into her dark and gorgeous eyes with all my love for her.

"An affinity for rape isn't the only thing that makes you special, baby," I told her softly. "There's also your strength. And spirit. Not to mention your kindness. And gentleness. You're the most affectionate and loving person I've ever met. Can you say the same for her? No. One look at her and I could tell right away she's a walking trash bag. If I kept her, I'd only want to strangle her."

Bella giggled at that, her eyes shining with tears. I wiped them with my thumb and gave her a kiss.

"So rest assured, my love," I whispered onto her lips. "Your ability to absorb a good raping is a relatively minor thing I admire about you. It's everything else I adore as well."

I kissed her and she moaned and let my tongue into her mouth. My love for her was throbbing in my chest and I meant every word of what I said. The things I had originally liked about her now seemed to be the most trivial. She moaned again as I reached for her butt, squeezing it, and the kiss only broke when there was a loud thud from the bed.

The blonde girl had fallen off.

It made both of us giggle and I almost had to recant my decision to not keep her. She was adorable, really, and she did have a similar spirit to Bella, although I'm not sure how she intended to escape all taped up like that. Perhaps she meant to wriggle like a caterpillar all the way down the stairs and into the street. But alas, the dumb bitch was destined to die, and it was time to get on with it.

I grabbed her up by the hair and threw her back onto the bed. Her naked ass was right there and I took the liberty of giving it a few vicious spanks to punish her and make her settle down. She screamed into the gag and started crying but at least she stopped trying to thrash around.

I rolled her onto her back and then I climbed into the bed and straddled her face to pin her down. She moaned into the gag with my pussy right in front of her eyes, my wet horny pussy, and I started rubbing it against her face.

Bella chuckled and I gave her a smile.

"Are you ready, baby?" I asked her.

She nodded with the knife in both hands like an instrument of ceremony. "What do you want me to do?"

"Anything you want."

"Do we kill her first? Before you feed?"

I gave her a smile and a shrug, perched on our victim's face and rubbing my wet pussy into it. "We can if you want. It'll stop the beat of her heart and cause the blood to flow more slowly, but sometimes the quiet is desirable."

Bella thought about that and nodded slowly. "Yeah," she said. "I think we should kill her first. That way it'll be just me and you. She'll be gone."

"Sounds wonderful. How do you want to do her?"

She held up the knife in her hands. "Stab?"

"Wise choice," I told her with a smile, still rubbing. "Stabbing girls is always fun."

Poor Ms Stanley had heard all this while my pussy rubbed against her face and she was crying again and squirming her naked and taped up legs. By now the wetness of my pussy had loosened the tape over her mouth and it must've came loose enough for her to speak.

"No," she gasped into my pussy. "Please, don't—"

I gave her mouth a shove of my vagina and chuckled at the thrill of horniness that came over me. "Quiet, Ms Stanley," I said. "If you must do something with your mouth, why don't you lick me? Go ahead. Lick me like a good little girl and we'll let you live, I promise."

Bella smirked at that and I put a finger to my mouth for secrecy. I was lying, of course, but poor Ms Stanley in her despair might've believed me. She began licking at me feebly, sobbing at the same time, and I laughed and continue to rub myself into her mouth.

Bella was climbing into the bed and now she mounted the other girl's hips. We had her completely pinned down now, me straddling her face and my lover straddling her hips, facing each other, gazing into each other's eyes. Bella smiled at me and lowered her eyes to her friend but she couldn't see her face. All she could see was her naked and heaving tits. She grinned at them and moved the tip of her knife over her chest.

"Sorry about this, Jess," she said. Then she chuckled. "Actually, I'm not. It's the most fun I've ever had in my life."

A sob came out of the girl below us but she kept licking obediently. I was so close to orgasm now, so close. I took Bella's hands in mine and adjusted the knife point until was hovering just above her old friend's heart.

"Right here," I whispered to her. "Drive it hard and fast. Directly into her heart."

She nodded and looked down at the knife and at all of our hands around the handle. Two of those ten fingers wore diamond rings but it was impossible to tell who wore which. All four hands belonged to the same person.

Us.

Me and Bella.

United as one.

Bella lowered the tip of the knife to the other girl's skin and the other girl sobbed out loud at the prick of steel but still kept licking. I moaned pleasurably. Close, so close. Bella lifted her eyes to mine and I stared at her to let her see how dark and red they were. She smiled and applied some pressure onto the knife. A thin line of blood rolled across the shallow hill of the blonde girl's breast.

"Yes," I hissed at the approaching orgasm and the scent of blood. "Do it, my love. Do it. Do it now and we'll become true partners. There'll be nothing we can't share. Do it and—"

Bella shoved the knife down into the other girl's breastplate.

I climaxed.

It hit me like a bolt of lightning, flinging my head back in a flare of red hair and arching my spine in a scintillating shudder of orgasm. Dimly I heard a gasp from between my legs but it was quickly subsumed in the rolling waves of pleasure that crashed into me. I gasped as well, as if it was me who'd been killed, and vaguely I felt the girl below me hump up in a spasm similar to my own before subsiding again.

I was breathing deeply from the intensity of it and my mouth was smiling and after a while my head lolled to the side and rolled up again and my eyes opened. Bella was watching me and she was breathing just as deeply as I was. The girl underneath us was not breathing at all but neither of us seemed to care or notice. Bella smiled at me and her smile was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. I moaned at her gently, like an animal, and leaned and kissed her while blood welled around the knife buried into the chest of the girl beneath us.

Our tongues mingled in love and decadence until finally we moaned and broke apart. We looked down at the girl below us who was now a corpse and who used to be one of Bella's best friends and then back up at each other, smiling, still breathing heavy. I looked down again and took the handle of the knife and wrenched it free and suddenly a thin fan of bright red heartblood sprayed out and spattered across Bella's chest and breasts.

The sun had set in the window and the room had darkened ominously. Bella looked down at the blood on her body and looked at me. In the darkness my eyes would've been even darker and I growled at her in hunger and took her and began licking the blood off her chest. She whimpered as my tongue passed over her nipples and all across the soft mounds of her breasts and she held my head and wove her fingers into my hair and whimpered again.

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AN: Whew. Gotta admit, I'm a bit nervous about this one. Hope I didn't cross any lines. As usual I tried to mingle the graphicness with a little romance and relationship development. I think it turned out really well. Let me know what you thought, okay? New chapter soon. :)