A battle had begun among the most powerful of their kind and they stood divided as the accusers and the accused. The accusers stood many but weak. They had forsaken their natures and now never ventured to the world above. They "sanctified" their blood of mice and deer, too frightened of the unknown mortals to test their luck. They now only practiced the dark rites in their misery.

However, the others had not fallen into a weak cowardly life. They were few but strong. They ventured into the cities, danced in the moonlight, and drank from the font of life. They chose their prey carefully. None of the innoc

That this enchanting figure should not bend to them and be as them made their rage boil up so that it could no longer be contained or controlled. The room that had held their most sacred blood rituals deep within the heart of their world was once again steeped in blood. They fought against their own kind. The supernatural shrieks and crys of battle rent the air. The strong threw aside the weak, scrambling figures but the endless mass kept coming at them, fangs bared, hands clawing, and terrible snarls of hate.

Careful and wary, she stepped lightly, silently, her eyes wide and anxious. Softly and quietly, she moved away from the trees to the prone body she now saw. His features bespoke death but his eyelids gently fluttered as she kneeled beside him. She leaned down and licked the wound on his neck and sighed as the sweetest blood drenched her tongue. Too much blood. The loss of it was catastrophic and he must be healed. She was outside their realm. She'd always been lost and alone on her dark path but she knew how it was done just the same. She slid one hand through the wavy silk of his hair to the back of his head and the other she wrapped around his strong shoulder as she hoisted him up from the ground. Even in his listless death state his whole body radiated grace and magnetic beauty as she brought him to her chest. His body expanded slightly at the renewed excitement of her nearby presence and the smell of her blood. His face was intent and expectant as she lowered his head to her neck, his eyes still closed. But his teeth did not puncture her hard, pale skin. Lax as if in the deepest sleep. Aeris slid her hand into the silky fall of his hair as she stretched upward flesh accepting, yielding, tempting. And as the healing vampiric blood pulsed beneath the sharp points of Vincent's fangs he groaned and surged into her, his hand grasping her head while his arm latched around her waist. Sh! e smiled as she felt him smile against her throat. He threw his head back, hair waving to the ground, as he laughed with the ecstasy of it. He gazed up at his savior. Her body was strong and lean and her intensity was o

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