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It was dark and cold.
Indiana couldn’t remember how she had ended up there. Didn’t know where she was. Or how long she had been in there.
An eternity.
An eternity in this cold, dark place.
A grave-
The air was cold, freezing her lungs. Every pained breath took her closer and closer to the end-
Indiana gasped for air, and opened her eyes.
She sat up in her bed, disoriented only for a moment.
A dream.
Instinctively, she brought her hand to her throat. Nothing out of the ordinary. She wasn’t sure what she had expected. Some lingering effect of the nightmare perhaps, as if the cold could have followed her to the waking world.
She turned to check the alarm clock at her bedside.
3 a.m.
It was the middle of the night.
There was a sound outside, as if an animal was scratching at the window.
Indiana tensed.
There was something, some forgotten memory, that was trying to surface…
Something she shouldn’t have forgotten.
She got up and walked to the window. She couldn’t see what was making the noise. She placed her hand on the curtains, took a deep breath, and opened them.
There was nothing, just the dimly-lit yard.
Indiana opened the window. She shivered in the cold air. It was autumn, already.
She reached to look out of the window.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Feeling a bit silly, she closed the window.
Just a nightmare.
It was then that she became very aware of a presence in the room. That if she turned around she would see a figure in white, standing there.
They had done this before.
A walking corpse looking like someone she had once known had come to her and she had invited it in.
Indiana turned around.
The room was empty.
This time she didn’t feel foolish. There was something about the shadows in the room that was deeper and darker than before.
Indiana glanced at the door.
I should run.
There was a monster in the room that was hunting her.
Indiana brought her hand back to her throat. She remembered pain and pleasure, now.
”Belloq!” she spat out, glaring at the dark.
The memories were there, but barely, like a half-forgotten dream.
Renée was dead. That was a clear memory in her mind. That was the truth.
But something had come back.
There was no reply.
Indiana looked at the door again.
She imagined walking to the door, fleeing her house, finding out more about this-
Creature, this vampire-
The thing that was watching her even now.
Working out how to destroy it. To stop it from hurting anyone else.
All Indiana had to do was to walk to the door.
But I can’t-
Indy’s hand curled at her throat, and she dug her fingers into her flesh.
She had bitten her before, but had left no mark.
Leaving was not an option.
I will stay.
Indiana returned to her bed.
As soon as she had made her choice her limbs felt heavy as if filled with lead.
She was exhausted.
She lay down.
Indy was unsure if she had closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. But when she opened her eyes there was a figure on top of her.
She tried to speak but could barely open her mouth.
The figure on top of her reached to stroke her neck, and their eyes met.
Renée.
When Indiana had first seen her like this she had recoiled in disgust and horror. The facial features were still there, but there was a new kind of hunger behind those red eyes.
But she was still Renée. In some ways this was how she had always been, right? She had never been good or safe. If Indiana had let her fuck her when she was alive, why not open her veins to her as well now?
The way Renée’s fingers moved to unbutton Indiana’s pyjama shirt was familiar too, even if her touch was ice cold now. When those cold fingers brushed against Indy’s nipple she moaned.
Renée smiled and reached forward, placing her lips on Indy’s neck.
There was pain, of course, but Indiana was used to that by now.
The vampire lapped at the wound, before pulling Indiana up slightly in a sitting position.
Indiana watched with curiosity as her blood poured from the wound on the neck and downwards, staining her skin. Renée followed the flow, licking and sucking at Indy’s skin, bringing the blood to her breast.
The warm blood and cold lips on her nipples sent a shiver through Indy’s very being.
She moved under the vampire, wanting to invite her in.
The vampire pulled back enough to let Indy open her legs. She helped pull off her pyjama pants and casually discarded them on the floor.
And she was back on top of Indy again, lips at her neck and fingers between her legs.
Indiana couldn’t even tell if the moan had left her mouth or if it had been stopped by some force.
She was being torn apart.
The pain at the neck, the pleasure at her pussy- Or was it the other way around?
She couldn’t tell.
At some point, pain and pleasure were the same.
The lips at her throat were gone. Why?
She struggled to focus, to see.
The vampire had pulled back, placing her head between her legs. She looked up, her fanged smile red with her blood.
And she had stopped touching her.
”Finish it!” Indiana managed to gasp.
To her relief Renée bent down and licked at her clit.
For a moment Indiana wondered if she was going to bite it, but she moved upwards and bit down at her leg.
The blood pooled downwards, on the bed, and on her pussy. The vampire returned to her clit, wrapping her mouth around it, lapping at it hungrily. Her fingers were everywhere, pumping in and out, grasping Indy’s ass, spreading her legs wide-
It was too much and it wasn’t enough. Indiana needed this to end right this second, and also to last forever.
Renée’s touch was cold as the grave, but the arousal warmed Indiana. She remembered her dream of the cold grave. An eternity in the dark-
But would that be so bad? She wasn’t sure now, as she rode her orgasm, why that had felt like a nightmare before. Just like in her dream she had her life sucked out of her but-
It was fine, wasn’t it?
Renée felt Indiana come under her. She purred, content and warm, as she moved to lick the wounds to close them.
She eyed the bloody mess on the sheets.
I really got carried away this time.
She had stayed away from Indiana for a few days, to let her recover. She had been hungry.
Renée licked her lips. Before she had come to Indiana there had been others. Pretty girls she had pulled into dark alleys and drank dry in one night. But somehow after she had started this with Indiana it had felt wrong to feed on others.
Ridiculous. Renée had never been a monogamous sort.
Although…
She was snapped out of her reverie as Indiana reached for her.
Renée hissed, pushing her away.
”Shh, it’s fine…” Indiana spoke.
Slightly embarrassed at her reaction, Renée licked her lips.
Slowly, Indiana reached a hand towards her again. ”Come here… It’s okay.”
Ridiculous, indeed. Indiana was talking to her like she was some poor wild animal she was trying to save from the rain.
Renée allowed herself to be pulled into an embrace. Indiana’s lips clumsily collided with hers in a kiss.
And Renée knew what she wanted.
If it was the two of them, walking the night, embracing beautiful women on dark alleys, showing them ecstasy…
Renée pulled away. She had taken more than she had intended. But if Indy got help she would recover.
If not-
She stroked neck cheek with all the tenderness she was capable of. ”Will you come with me?”
Renée knew the answer even before Indy nodded. The decision had been made before she had bitten her that night.
Renée reached to Indiana’s throat, and drank deep.