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Chapter 67:
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For the next few days we travelled south into Brazil. At first by car and then by foot. We carried no luggage and we took the clothes from the bodies of women we left dead and raped in the small towns behind us.
Our honeymoon was just beginning and neither of us had any definite plans. Bella wanted to see the sights and this was the first time I had spent any time in South America as well. Brazil was a lovely country and the season was bright and warm. Bella sported some new sunglasses and a trendy sunhat and we travelled by ferry along the famous Amazon river. The watercourse was a serpentine route through a lush green marshland where monkeys perched in trees to hoot at the boat as it went passed.
Before the boat docked at the next town there was screams from the passengers. Bella had met a young girl among the tourists, American like herself, and the flirting turned violent when Bella bit into her neck right there on the deck in front of her mother. Blood flew. The mother sprang to her daughter's defence but I grabbed her and made her watch. Soon security was rushing onto the deck and Bella and I were forced to jump overboard. I took the mother with us by the hair and later we dragged her out of the river coughing and sputtering and hauled her further into the jungle where we raped her slowly and sat on her face in turns for her to lick our vaginas. She was laying in the mud among the overgrown ferns, her blonde hair wet and dark with dirt, and I was about to feed from her when we heard a strange deep purring sound from the bushes. It was an alligator. Slithering through the mud with eyes like cracked agates in a dinosaur skull. Bella grinned and tried to pet it but it snapped at her hand. The poor thing was obviously more hungry than I was so I laughed and shoved the blonde woman in its direction. The blonde woman stumbled in the mud, hobbled in her own panties, and she only barely managed to scream before those monstrous jaws chomped down on her naked leg and dragged her back down into the mud.
The ferry was long gone and Bella and I decided to continue our tour of the Amazon at a leisurely hike. We were naked again but we kept mostly to the jungle. Mud squelching through our toes. Gaudy parrots leaning from the branches overhead.
By day we slogged through the jungle and admired the wildlife. By night we made love in the mud and washed off in the river. The weather was hot and humid and we saw purple frogs with yellow spots and blue butterflies perched in the buds of livid wildflowers. We tracked a leopard deeper into the jungle and found it sleeping in a tree, sprawled across a branch with its eyes closed like a housecat. Bella giggled and stood on her toes to pet it and it actually woke and looked at her calmly before leaping to the forest floor and lumbering away.
We continued along the river and we came to a place where piranha were known to dwell. Bella knelled down at the edge of the river and stuck her whole face into the water to see them better. A brief frothing ensued and Bella lurched up again with a vicious little fish attached to her nose. Small frenzied predator, not unlike herself. I laughed at her and helped her remove it and I restored it to the waters gently.
The next day we picked up the scent of humans somewhere in the remote jungle and tracked the scent to a small village of natives. Huts made from mud an straw. Totem poles tall as the trees. We were naked as we entered the village, our skin blinding white, and the inhabitants gasped and fell upon us like goddesses. Around my shoulders I was wearing an anaconda I had found sleeping under a log, the gigantic snake wrapped around me like a shawl, and I'm sure I looked the part. Bella spied a darkskinned girl and smiled. The girl wore nothing but a skirt of woven grass and she had black berry eyes and naked breasts that were small and lovely. The crowd was becoming rowdy and a man was reaching for Bella's body. Bella darkened instantly and slapped him so hard his neck snapped. The man collapsed into the ashy remains of an old campfire and suddenly a great clamour of confusion rose up. More people reached to restrain Bella. One of the men had a stone axe in his hand that he'd been using for some chore and Bella took the axe and began cleaving skulls. Howls of pain rose into the sunny sky among the smoke of cookfires. Several young warriors were running forward with spears but the spears glanced off our marble skin and the spearmen themselves were dispatched with Bella's axe. Soon people were fleeing through the jungle and several huts were on fire and Bella and I were dragging forth some of the more attractive young women to be butchered. There were eight of them and we raped them and hacked them to death and saved the prettiest for last. This girl was made to lick both of us to an orgasm while her village burned and then we took one of the spears and impaled it through her vagina and whole body until the tip came out through her mouth.
Later on we were back at the river and we washed and swam the rest of the way. Under the surface we saw strange electric eels with glowing blue eyes and on the surface we saw little lizards that could actually run across water. We ended up in a small town where an old fisherman hauled us onto the dock and offered us raincoats to cover ourselves. He spoke no english but seemed to assume we in some kind of emergency.
From there we hijacked a jeep and drove south into Peru. Bella had wanted to check out Rio De Janeiro but that was on the east coast of South America and it was better to head west so that we could make a loose circuit around the entire world before arriving in London. She had a map open in the jeep that she had found in the glovebox and I pointed out a rough travel plan as I drove. We'd have to skip the entire continent of Africa and all of the Middle East as well but we were cool with that. Our lifestyle might be just a tad outlandish for a place like Saudi Arabia. I had little desire to visit a country where women can't even vote much less get naked and lez out in the streets.
The capital of Peru was a city called Lima, the third largest city in the Americas. By now Bella and I come had upon some clothes and some cash, the bare necessities. The first thing we did was visit the American consulate and speak to a pretty American brunette about some temporary visas so we wouldn't have to swim across the entire pacific ocean when we wanted to leave. We invented aliases on the spot and fabricated a story about losing all our papers and identification overboard in the Amazon river of recent memory. The brunette was sympathetic to our plight and despite the engagement ring on her finger she did giggle and respond to the flirting.
We had to come back a few times over the next few days while various papers were drawn and filed and meanwhile Bella and I took in the sights of the town. We started with a horsedrawn carriage ride through the Plaza Mayor. The square itself was built on an ancient Inca site and the Archbishop's Palace had been standing since the sixteenth century. Almost as old as I was. A museum was next on our list and we were both quite fascinated by the displays of ceremonial masks worn by ancient witch doctors, adored with feathers and carvings in nightmarish designs. Bella's attention was particularly captured by a certain ceremonial knife, a blade of jade with carvings of birds in the handle, and together we staged a mini-heist and broke open the glass display and fled with the dagger to perform our own rituals with it.
Huaca Pucllana was the city's oldest historical site, a mudbrick pyramid that had brooded beneath the sun since the fourth century. Bella and I took a tour here and snuck away from the group with a girl we'd captured with a hand around her mouth to keep her silent. A virgin, no more than a teenager. Together we disrobed her among the watching Inca idols and removed all her underwear and we laid her on an old stone altar and whispered to her and licked at her and finally stabbed her through the heart with the jade ceremonial knife just as she experienced the first orgasm of her short little life.
The next day we entered the San Francisco Monastery and wandered up the aisle. High vaulted ceilings and opulent splendor, gold statues of saints and the virgin and rich darkwood furniture and religious art worth thousands and thousands of dollars. And a small wooden box for donations. Religious hypocrisy at its finest. The catacombs below contained the bones of over seventy thousand people and by the time Bella and I left there were two more, a pair of college girls who'd been taking a tour. We raped them in the darkness while their screams echoed among the dead and then we slew them by strangulation and stored their naked corpses among the skeletons already interred in that holy place where would they were moulder for centuries until they were too nothing more than history.
At night we went dancing in clothes that were stained with blood and by the end of the week we returned to the consulate were the American brunette gave us a couple of passports. We thanked her so much and invited her to have a drink with us before we left the country. She smiled and demurred and showed us the engagement ring she wore and stressed that her fiancé was a man and we laughed and wheedled her until she finally agreed. She came directly to our hotel room, expecting a night of consequence-free experimentation with a pair of gorgeous lesbians, and instead found herself lashed to the bed and gagged and frantic as we tortured with the jade ceremonial knife, carving into her skin and licking at her blood. Eventually we shoved the knife into her vagina, causing her to howl into her gag, and we left her there to bleed out with the handle sticking out of her while we went for a shower and arranged our passports. We had a plane to catch.
Next stop was Tahiti, a destination particularly common with honeymooners. The flight was quite long but Bella managed to amuse herself by flirting with a girl she was sitting beside. I focused my attentions on a sexy flight attendant who came by and offered me anything to drink. I complimented her on the shape of her ass in her tight little uniform skirt and she smiled and sauntered away. About an hour later Bella and the girl, Nikki her name was, slipped away into one of the bathrooms. I took the opportunity to pursue my own prey. The flight attendant was again coming down the aisle but this time I smiled at her and rose and entered one of the bathrooms.
I had left the door unlocked and there was a soft knock as I fixed my lipstick in the mirror. I told her to enter and the flight attendant came in with a smile and moved into my arms. I unbuttoned her blouse and fondled her breasts and hiked up her skirt. Within minutes she was orgasming with two fingers buried inside her and I bit into her neck at the exact same time. Her blood drained into my mouth and I gulped it down and let her halfnaked corpse collapse by the toilet. I cleaned up my face in the mirror and fixed my lipstick again and when I left the bathroom I encountered Bella coming out of her own bathroom. She was wiping her mouth with a tissue and together we smirked and went back to our seats.
Tahiti was a tiny little island in the middle of the Pacific and ringed with water so blue and beautiful it broke the heart. We arrived by ferry from the larger island and stayed about a week. By day we lounged on the beach in bikinis in the bright tropical sun or went snorkelling in the lagoon with other tourists, viewing the colourful coral reefs through goggles and spinning in the water to witness huge turtles go by with spotted shells. Schools of yellow fish with blue stripes swum over us and leopard stingrays patrolled the lagoon floor with silent slitherings.
At night we danced under the stars and flirted with other women and bought them maitais if they were interested. On the third day we encountered a pair of women on the beach who were rubbing lotion into each other's bodies. It turned out they were a newly married lesbian couple on their honeymoon, just like us, and a quick friendship was struck up. They had rented one of the huts that stood on stilts in the shallow water and that night the four of us engaged in a little group activity. They had been reluctant at first but Bella and I could be very persuasive to the virtues of sharing. They were American, one blonde, one brunette, and we went down on them at the same time with the two of them spread on the bed and holding hands as they orgasmed. The next day the four of us took a trip on a yacht that made a circuit around the island, clad in sunglasses and life preservers, and the day after that we met up again to go hiking in the mountains. They were a nice couple, fun loving and eager for the rest of their lives with each other, and Bella and I liked them so much we couldn't bring ourselves to kill them. Instead we said goodbye at the airport and kissed them on their cheeks and wished them all the best in their lives together.
Two days later the plane landed in Sydney Australia. I had never been here either but back in my day this whole country was little more than a penal colony. Only convicts were sent here and although I was indeed a murderess in my younger years I had never actually been captured. Bella had always wanted to visit Australia and we were both excited to finally be in a place where everyone spoke English, albeit in a strange accent.
The architecture of the city was quite contemporary as embodied in the distinctive design of the Sydney Opera House with its exterior of vast white shells. Bella and I took some theatre while we were in town, a play or two, a couple concerts, and at night we would walk back to our hotel over the Sydney Harbor Bridge. The arches of the bridge scaled almost two hundred feet into the nightsky and one time we hiked to the top the way tourists do and we took in the view under the moon while we made love among the wind and the stars in evening dresses we'd worn to the opera.
At this point it had been over a month since we had seen Tanya or any of the Denali's and yet our honeymoon had only just begun. We missed them already but we had no way to contact them and neither of us wanted to cut our trip short.
Over the next month we visited a few of the other southern cities of Australia. Many of the cities bore female names from the British royal family and one of the states was named Victoria—just like me. The capital of the state was Melbourne and we took in the city via the many bicycle trails, peddling along the coast in helmets stolen from a pair of cyclists we had slain and left in the bushes as we hijacked their bikes. Even in these short two months Bella had obtained a newfound appreciation for how large the world was and how much culture it contained and she seemed to be maturing before my very eyes. Yet none of the landmarks nor marvels of nature we witnessed could compare to her appreciation for a fine pair of breasts and a wet vagina.
Eventually we left the cities behind and hiked into the outback and central deserts. Bella wanted to do it on foot for a challenge and I thought it was safe enough. The sand was red underfoot and we were stark naked as we hopped from rock to rock like tiny little sprites in the enormity of that barren landscape. Every now and then we'd come upon an oasis that we bathe in and sometimes we'd come across campers or other travels. Not many of them were attractive enough to rape but fresh blood was scarcer than water in these deserts and we were obliged to drain even the males.
A few days later, traveling under the stars, we saw a landmark known as Ayres Rock in the distance. The sun was rising as we approached it in the morning, a gigantic shelf of raw red rock that had burning here in the desert for thousands of years. We climbed to the top and took in the view of the endless desert in all directions, our naked bodies dusted with red powder, and then we giggled and continued on.
By now it was becoming evident that perhaps journeying on foot was perhaps not the best idea. We hadn't fed in a week and then two weeks. Finally we were forced to feed on various forms of indigenous wildlife, kangaroos that hopped across the cracked desert floor like gigantic rabbits, wombats, wallabies, even a poor little koala who'd been sleeping in a eucalyptus tree. The diet was well beneath our dignity and we were relieved when we finally came to civilization once more.
The town we were moving toward was Alice Springs, a tiny little hovel in central Australia that baked under a perpetual burning sun. We were naked and lustcrazed and it was in this state when we came upon a yellow school bus from an all-girl school that had been tooling down the country road. The bus was half full of girls of various ages and all them in pleated skirts and pressed blouses. The bus ground to a halt at these naked women in the road and we stormed the vehicle like guerrilla fighters. Suddenly the interior of the bus was shrieking with screams as blood squirted across the windows and girls in pigtails pressed their faces to the glass in terror. Limbs were ripped from bodies and blouses torn open. Young breasts were revealed and one girl was crawling toward the door with her pleated skirt draped over the bloody stumps of her dismembered legs.
A week later we had reached Brisbane on the north coast, another popular vacation city, and we got a hotel room that overlooked the beach and made love on the bed all day with the balcony doors open to admit the sea breeze. In the afternoon we went down and signed up for surfing lessons and soon Bella and I were quite the experts, riding the waves with our bikinis and supernatural agility. Upon disembarking on the beach we were approached by several chiselled young men who were in awe of our skills and tried to flirt with us in the drawl of their Australian accents. Bella cockily revealed that we were lesbians and together Bella and I sauntered away through the sand with our surfboards under our arms and our hands clasped, swinging our hips teasingly in our bikini briefs for them to watch.
At this point it was time to move on from the land down under. We left the next day, on jetskis, and motored north with a GPS for tracking until we ran out of fuel and then we dove and swam the rest of the way. A full day of hard breaststroke brought us to the island nation of Indonesia.
Almost a full month was spent traveling the islands and hiking the volcanoes. The island of Bali was covered east to west in a volcanic range that stood in jagged silhouette against the clouds. The soil was so fertile that each peak was covered in lush greenery crisscrossed with dams and aqueducts for farms. We travelled on to Yogyakarta which was once a royal kingdom and the seat of the Mataram Empire. Together we took a tour of the palace, admiring the splendid gold opulence of the throne room, the mosque, the stone monoliths of old asian gods. The parade grounds were lined with banyan trees and there were special places for ceremonies and meditation where we cornered our private tour guide and raped her and drained her and left her with her skirt around her hips and her panties around her ankles.
We travelled from island to island and we explored the forests of Sumartra, Bengkulu and Gedung Wani, vast tropical jungles that were inhabited by tigers and elephants and wild rhinos. Bella tracked down a certain tiger and giggled and jumped on its back for it to take her for a ride. The tiger growled and tried to buck her off like a bull but she gripped with her naked thighs and laughed as the tiger carried her deeper into the jungle like some old goddess into battle. All along the east coast of the island were beautiful beaches and we stayed at a resort and spent the day at an hotspring, reclining against the rocks in the warm water while birds sang, naked, peaceful. Three other women were enjoying the spring as well and by the time we were done all three of them were dead and floating face down in the steaming blood-pink water.
Next stop was Japan, another place my darling had always wanted to visit. We had managed to acquire some more visas and we took a flight to Tokyo, an electric metropolis that was ablaze with neon in the night. Over the next week or so Bella and I prowled the nightclubs that blasted with J-Pop and we met many young women and raped them and drained them and stole the money from their purses.
The neon streetscape was like a scene from a science fiction movie or an anime where you'd half expect a giant robot to smash through a building. We went shopping in the utopian megamalls that were as vast as spacestations with so many elevators and electrical billboards.
Bella loved the culture and one of the first things she wanted to do was visit the geishas. She was under the impression that geishas were prostitutes but modern geishas were merely performers or entertainers of classical songs and dances. They wore kimonos and robes of all colors and their black hair was woven up with flowers and beads and their faces were covered in white makeup to give them the look of dolls. Some of them carried paper parasols with floral designs that they twirled as they danced upon the stage. Bella and I were the only two women in an audience of Japanese men in business suits and we were the only two who didn't really applaud.
Instead we sought to find culture among the traditional saucer-eyed schoolgirls of the country. We stalked several highschools that were filled with teenagers in pleated skirts and finally managed to acquire one that had long black hair to compliment her coppercolored skin and adorable button nose. Bella had a coil of rope and she had been researching an ancient form of Japanese bondage known as Shibari and soon the girl was encoiled in rope like something in a web, her mouth gagged, her blouse open, the rope crisscrossed between her naked breasts and around her arms and woven between her thighs in an elegant pattern of helplessness. The girl squirmed and cried and we took our time with her, savouring each exposed nipple as we suckled at them and licked and suckled some more. Eventually we licked at her little vagina until she orgasmed with a sweet sob and she was so delicious that we didn't kill her right away. Instead we left her in the closet of our hotel room to keep for later.
With her lusts momentarily satisfied we indulged other forms of traditional Japanese culture, a kabuki show, an outdoor sumo tournament under cheery blossoms. Bella became fascinated with the weaponry of the country, the katanas and wakizashis. For hours we browsed museums while she gazed upon the blades in awe, the steel polished like glass, the handles woven in silk wrappings. I bought her a tiny tanto blade from a store, a small dagger that had a lacquered pink sheath and a floral design. She used it that night to stab the girl in our closet to death, stabbing at her breasts and legs and her vagina, all over her body until her howls of pain petered off and she died. She licked the blood from the blade and smiled but her lust was only being kindled.
The next day we left Tokyo and started on foot into the countryside. We travelled west through misty mountains and small towns where pagodas were dusted with pink cherryblossoms. The fabled Mount Fuji stood in the distance, enormous and topped with snow, but we wouldn't be going there on this visit. Instead we continued west toward the city of Osaka.
Here we visited with a famous swordsmith who was known for a unique forging method that created a special pattern in the grain of the steel like chrysanthemum blossoms. His name had turned up during Bella's research and he was greatly flattered that Bella had made the journey all these miles to see him, across the country on foot like some swordswoman in a story who required a weapon of certain quality to dispatch an old enemy. He gave us a tour of his forge and allowed us to observe him at work as he and his apprentice hammered at the quaking yellow steel fresh from the coals. Bella and I returned every day until the blade was finished and the old smith presented it to her with much ceremony as a gift in a plain pine sheath held together with rice paste for glue. Bella smiled and drew the blade slowly. The edge of the steel was blinding white and feathered with the smith's unique signature grain. She thanked him in his native tongue and bowed and then lopped his head off with a single stroke. Blood sprayed across the forge and the smith tumbled into his own forge. The apprentice stood there, shocked, and she smiled at him and stabbed him through the midsection and shoved him off the blade with her boot.
In the months to come we continued west, on foot, following the traintracks and navigating around lakes were frogs nested on lilipads. Bella carried her sword with her and she waylaid any travellers she came across like a rogue samurai, slaughtering the men and raping the women and stealing their yen.
Eventually we arrived in Nagasaki, a port town where we found geishas who actually were prostitutes. The weather had turned cold and it was raining when we saw them in the streets, clad in kimonos and thick white makeup on their gaudy faces. Bella and I stopped to chat with a group of them under an awning while boats docked in the distance and one of them spoke broken English. They were surprised to be propositioned by female clients but excited as well as we showed them our money and they clustered about like businesswomen and nodded and assured us they were available for anything.
A total of ten geishas arrived at our hotel room and a light orgy ensued with the geishas disrobing out of their kimonos and dancing and laughing. Bella and I offered them bottles of sake and they got drunk and licked at each other and at us and we licked at them until the bed was spread with women in orgasm. This continued for hours until the geishas grew languid and dreamy. They pressed about and asked in their native tongue what more did we want. I was wearing a strapon and I asked one young lady if she would bend over for me. She spoke no english but she followed the directions of my hands until she was on her hands and knees. I took hold of her hips and inserted the strapon into her vagina and began pushing it in and out. She moaned with her eyes closed and smiled and squirmed her hips lustily. All her friends were watching. Bella meanwhile had fetched her sword and she raised it up and bought it down again just as the woman was orgasming. Her moan of ecstasy was silenced as her head came off and bounced off the bed and hit the floor. The headless body continued to pump backward on the strapon as if her vagina had a mind of its own more powerful than the brain. The other women began to scream. One of them ran to the door. Bella cut her down, opening a bloody swath across her back, and stabbed her when she fell on the floor. The other women kept screaming but soon we had them gagged and tied up for Bella to practice her decapitation technique. One by one the women were bent over with their tits hanging and tears dripping from their eyes and one by one they were beheaded. I tossed the heads in a pile, faces frozen in makeup and grinning in their gags, and the bodies in a separate pile. Finally the last woman was bought forth, sobbing and quivering, and Bella began to dismember her a piece at a time, lopping off her hands at the wrists and then her arms at the shoulders. Each leg was sliced off with precision strokes until finally the woman was nothing but a torso with blood pumping from the stumps of her limbs. She was trying to crawl across the bed like a caterpillar, moaning in agony, and I mounted her from behind and pushed the strapon between her buttocks as Bella lifted the sword and bought it down again in a final decapitation.
The next day we left on a boat for Shanghai. Our adventure in Japan had been marvellous but it was time to move on to China. China was part of the same land mass as Europe and every day we were getting closer and closer to seeing Tanya again. We were beginning to miss our coven by now and it had begun to feel like we were no longer on a honeymoon but rather a journey home.
From the deck we watched the city of Shanghai appear in the misty morning distance. The previous night we had killed a female crewmember and dumped her naked body overboard and we were smiling and satisfied and thinking of our coven as the boat docked in this entirely new country.
China was one of the largest countries in the world, the second largest actually, and we travelled north by train and took in much of the countryside. Mountains and rice fields and oriental temples in the distance. Valley floors covered with mist and mist moving over the mountains.
The train pulled up in a station in the capital of Beijing. A place were ancient pagodas mingled among skyscrapers and office highrises. Here we spent the day indulging a little sightseeing before moving on. We visited the Forbidden City that lay in the heart of Beijing and used to be the imperial palace for almost five centuries from the Ming Dynasty. We took a tour through the courts and among the terracotta soldiers and gilded lions and learned the history while the sun glinted from the glazed gold tiles that adorned every roof. In the lesser sections of the city we raped and murdered young prostitutes and drank their blood and left their bodies in alleyways to soak in puddles of rainwater. When we were freshly fed and satisfied it was time to leave the city.
The Great Wall of China began in the mountains north of the city and Bella and I were the only two women among the tourists who were brave enough to wear high heels on the hike across that monolithic structure that could supposedly be seen from the moon. We strolled along the stone ramparts with our hands clasped, pausing every now and then to take the view. You could see all across the countryside, a rolling green grassland with mountains in the distance whose peaks broke through the low clouds like floating temples.
Eventually we hiked deeper into the mountains, north, on foot, until our shoes broke and we had discarded out dresses. It snowed in these higher elevations and the white emptiness echoed with laughter as we leaped like deer from rock to rock, scaled ledges and faults, until we had traversed the entire range.
A week later we arrived in Russia just in time for the bleak Siberian winter. Bella and I moved through the snow-covered countryside with bodies that were just as naked and white and beautiful as the snowflakes themselves. Retreating westward on foot like Napoleon after his failed invasion.
The weather eased as we travelled further west until the snow was only gently sifting down. We arrived in the capital of Moscow by train, which had become our preferred method of travel, and exited through the Kursky Rail Terminal. By now we were bundled up in the winter clothes of the country, heavy coats with thick black collars, and even caps made from sable fur called ushanka, traditional Russian headgear that sat on the head with flaps over the ears.
The city of Moscow was a beautiful place but we didn't stay long. Only a day or two as we strolled through the snow covered streets and took a tour of the Kremlin and Saint Basil's Cathedral, the masterpiece of Russian architecture with its strange and colourful onion domes dusted with snow. Homosexuality was particularly frowned upon in this cold corner of the world, a place where gay marriage was illegal, and Bella and I were actually accosted by soldiers in heavy gray coats as we made out on a park bench outside Tsaritsyno Palace. They were armed with rifles and they barked at us to cease our display of lewdness. Bella and I laughed at them and taunted them and swatted the ridiculous hats off their heads until they moved to arrest us. At that point we snapped their necks and left them laying there in the snow while several bystanders stood around and watched without really understanding what happened.
We left by train the next day and passed through several different countries without stopping. Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus. The train pulled up in Warsaw, deep in the heart of Poland, and we spent a day here to feed before boarding another train into Germany.
At this point we had made almost a complete circuit around the world and we were closer than ever to seeing Tanya again. From the station in Berlin we could've booked a bullet-train to London that would've carried us at 200mph through the Channel Tunnel under the ocean and into the United Kingdom where we could've been reunited with our coven in a matter of days but we were struck with a sudden wistfulness. This last leg our journey had been hurried in order to get home quicker but now that home was so close we had the urge to extend our honeymoon just a little longer.
Over the next few months we roamed the rest of Europe like old world vampires loosed upon the land. Bearing our lust and love across the cold winter countryside that was cloaked in mist and darkness. In the city of Prague we stalked the cobbled streets and murdered a woman on a bridge and let her body tumble over the railing into the black surface of the river where she disappeared like something dropped into a void, nameless and never to be remembered. In nightclubs we swallowed pills and bled a pair of sisters in a booth in the back and left them sprawled facedown on the table among the spilled drinks. No one even knew what happened to them.
We continued on into Hungry which was the country of birth of the Countess Elizabeth Bathory, a nineteenth century serial killer who used to imprison maidens from the surrounding villages in the dungeons of her manor to experiment on and rape. The late countess had much in common with Bella and I, including a fondness for large breasts and biting her victims to death, and she had perhaps been an actual vampire. In modern times she had become an inspiration to heavy metal bands across the world but no one took inspiration from her more literally than Bella. Together we made a pilgrimage to the Bathory estate in the Hungarian countryside where Bella could feel the lust and depravity of the departed countess seeping from the walls. Stately tapestries in gilded frames. Portraits of prominent members. One of these portraits was of the Countess herself. Darkhaired. Darkeyed. Bella was greatly moved by the similarities to herself, not only in looks but spirit as well. The family that lived here now were nothing like their descendant but Bella spoke of one day wanting to be a woman just like the countess. To live in a grand estate, a woman of importance, with dungeons that echoed with young girls in chains. I smiled and perhaps I could picture a similar life myself. Anything with Bella.
We continued into Austria, strolling through the palace in the capital in Vienna, and then further south into Italy. The month was December and our honeymoon had become something of a Christmas vacation.
We took a fashion show in Milan, admiring the models as they strutted the catwalk in outlandish evening dresses, and moved on to Venice. Here we acquired a honeymoon suite at a five star hotel and watched the sun rise over the canals and old stone buildings. Afterward we retired to bed and made love all day, the sheets rumpled and spilling over the edge of the mattress. She open her long white legs and I lay there with my face between her thighs and romantically licked her to an orgasm that lifted her spine in a glorious arch. I then trailed kisses upwards over her torso and upon each nipple until I came to her mouth. Together we lay there in the room that was filled with a cool winter sunlight and talked about Tanya and the other Denali's, wondering how they were doing, if they missed us as much as we missed them. There was only one more place we wanted to visit and that place was the city of love: Paris.
The train pulled into the station on the morning of Christmas Eve and the next day was Christmas Day. Bella and I spent it alone in our suite, just us, our second Christmas together. It had only been two years that we'd been together but it felt so long. So complete. Bella had wanted to buy me a present but I told her all I needed was her and she giggled and said she felt exactly the same.
The next few days would be the final days of our honeymoon and we took the time to enjoy them. We strolled the streets, hand in hand, and visited every landmark. The Arc de Triomphe. The cathedral at Notre Dame. We walked along the River Seine in the last of the twilight and crossed the bridges and talked about moving on to London. Our train ticket was already booked. The rosecolored streetlamps were awash in the wrinkled face of the river and I paused and turned to my love and cupped her face for a kiss under the Parisian stars.
The next day we visited the Louvre and mocked the art inside like teenagers, not really impressed by anything aside from the tits on the Venus de Milo. We took a tour of the Palace of Versailles, the royal chateau built under the reign of Louis the XIV. Bella was in awe of the queen's bedchamber and I confess I was as well. The entire room seemed to be solid gold. The canopy of the bed was arrayed with lace and tapestries that were woven with diamonds and all across the ceiling was a frieze of opulent gold inlay. Marie Antoinette had once undressed in this very bedchamber and the romanticism of it seemed to move Bella. She lingered behind while the tour group moved on and soon she was touching my waist and teasing me to make love to her. Here. Like a queen. The spirit swept me away as well and soon we were naked and wrapped in each other's arms and legs as we made love on the golden bed like pair of lusty queens, moaning and orgasming and rolling over for more.
The final destination we wanted to visit before moving on was the Eifel Tower. We had saved it for last. It was the day before our train would depart to bring us back to our coven and it was our last day alone. The weather was cool and we both wore coats and jaunty black berets on our heads as the elevator took us to the top.
There were many tourists on the upperlevel of the observatory and Bella and I mingled among them. Together we stood at the rail and looked out over the city where it lay in the cool morning quietude and lapsed away into the blue distance. Wind stirred the hair under our berets and together we stood in silence and smiled and sighed at how far we had come and how far we'd yet to go.
Bella leaned a hip on the rail and turned to look at me. She had her coat buttoned and she looked exceptionally adorable in her beret. She gave me a smile and she was all but glowing with happiness and satisfaction.
"Well," she said. "I guess the honeymoon is almost over, huh?"
I chuckled and nodded a couple times. "Almost."
Bella sighed and turned and gazed again over the city. "I wish we could live like this forever," she said. "But I do kind of miss Tanya and the others. Hard to believe it's been almost a year since we've seen them. Time flies, doesn't it?"
I wrapped my arms around her from behind and rested my chin on her shoulder.
"Yes," I whispered. "Eternity can be shorter than you'd think."
Bella sighed again and continued looking out across the vast panorama of Paris. I gazed as well. No clouds in the sky. Only endless blue and the city below in silence. Bella heaved one more sigh and smiled.
"Thank you, Vicky," she said.
I gave her a squeeze around her middle. "For what, my love?"
"Everything," she said, turning to face me. "You changed my whole life."
I smiled at her and cupped her face, there at the top of the Eifel Tower in this City of Love. I gazed into her eyes, smiling, and caressed her cheek.
"You changed mine, as well," I said. "No. You completed it."
Bella smiled at that and lifted her lips for a kiss. I touched mine to them and pressed them gently. Wind moved among our hair and when we parted she was smiling.
"Do you think it'll be hard to find Tanya in London?" she asked.
"No," I said. "I'm sure we'll bump into her sooner or later."
"Hopefully they've got some kind of mansion set up. Or maybe we should get our own place. A nice little cottage in the country. Like we always talked about. Maybe it'll be fun to settle down for a while."
I smirked and arched a brow. "You do realize that'll mean settling down our feeding habits as well, don't you?"
She smirked as well and gave a little shrug. "Well, maybe it's time," she said. "After all, too much of a good thing can be a bad thing. This last year has been the most incredible time in my life, but I do miss having a home. A bed. A place where me and you can just relax and be together."
I laughed heartily and looked at her sparkling eyes.
"You'll never be happy, will you?" I asked her playfully.
Bella smiled at that and put her hands at my waist and looked up at me boldly.
"I'll always be happy," she said. "As long as I'm with you. Everything else…"
She gave a tiny, cheeky, shrug.
"…maybe I just like different ways of being with you."
I returned the smile, her words warming my heart, and then I leaned and placed another kiss onto her lips.
Several of the tourists took notice as I deepened the kiss with my tongue and one of them was a young girl. We heard her gasp in shock and we let our mouth disconnect as we glanced at her. She quickly looked away again, her face bright red in the cool morning breeze. She had light brown hair and large eyes. Perhaps fifteen years old.
Bella turned to me and smirked. I smirked as well.
The girl and her group of friends were going by and she kept glancing at us awkwardly. Bella smiled at her innocently and waited till there was an opportunity and then she gave the girl a discreet shove that sent the poor thing over the railing.
A high pitch scream ripped into the cold morning silence and everyone on the platform flocked to the rail. They had no idea how she had fell. The scream faded almost instantly and when I looked over the edge I could see the broken form of the young mademoiselle spattered in a tiny pool of red. The tourists were clamouring in panic and some of them were pointing at Bella and I laughed and took Bella's hand and led her to the stairs for us to make our escape.
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AN: Whew. This chapter was fun to write , but very difficult. All I can say is thank god for wikis and google maps, lol.
I might've been a bit loose with the geography in this chapter, because let's face it; it's a fanfic, lol. If I was writing a real novel I'd take much greater care to keep the facts correct, but if I was writing a real novel I'd have a lot more time than three days to write a whole chapter. ;)
I think it turned out very well, though. I love this style of writing. It's similar to a montage in a movie where you see glimpses of scenes as music plays in the background. I hope the effect came across. It was supposed to be relaxing and dreamy, demonstrating how the story is winding down.
Lots of vivid imagery as well. I loved the hike across the Amazon and the journey across Japan. Hope I didn't go overboard, lol. I wanted it to be bloody and violent, but sweet and romantic as well—like the rest of the story. It was very exhausting to write, combing the wikis, so I really hope it was worth it. :)
Next chapter is London. Should be ready in a couple days. ;)