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  Casey and Kara were huddled on the lounge together, sleeping in each other’s arms. Ray was at his desk with his feet on the table snoring loudly, though not disturbing anybody, they were all too exhausted.

  Pearce and Rose took up refuge in Damon’s loft away from the others.

  They all began to stir at about the same time, both Rose and Kara had the night off from the hospital, so were spending it at headquarters with the others. Rose had brought in some groceries and was preparing a meal for her newly acquired family. Damon went up to drink with Beth, the idea of drinking blood at the table with the humans didn’t appeal to anyone.

  * * * * *

  It was well after dark and the team were heading out for their nightly sweep of the city, Ray was the first to head for the door when he stopped in his tracks. “Guys, I think we might spend the night in.”

  “What are you talking about son? Get out of the way, you’re holding up traffic…Fuck get inside boy and shut that fucking door, you’re letting all the flies in.” Pearce said quickly as he reached for the gun cabinet and started handing out extra rounds.

  Casey and Ray went to the window to see what all the commotion was about. “Sweet Jesus!” Casey cursed when she caught sight of the flock of vampires swooping in from the top of the surrounding buildings, coming in from the sky, they were everywhere, way too many to count. Victor’s evil laugh could be heard from underground filling the air with angst.

  In frustration Ray reached for the switch, but was stopped by Rose, “Let me have a turn at that son?” she said as she flicked the switch with the determination of a woman scorned.

  There seemed to be hundreds of them and still coming. “God have mercy on our souls.” Pearce spoke out loud before he opened the window and began to open fire on the intruders. They just kept coming, and he kept shooting.

  Eventually Damon put his hand on his shoulder, “Stop Detective. They cannot get you whilst you are inside. It is me they want and of course the release of Victor.”

  Victor had also gone quiet; Rose turned the lights off when Pearce started shooting.

  Out in front of the pack was a young girl, probably about sixteen or seventeen. She looked like a run away, she was terrified. Without warning she was swept back into the middle of the crowd and could be heard screaming from inside the headquarters.

  “STOP!” Damon’s voice carried across the mob.

  They all looked back at the doorway where Damon stood. “Enough! Release the girl.” And I will bring forth Victor.”

  “Oh it’s too late for that now Damon. The girl will be one of us by morning. As will a hundred others. Victor doesn’t just want his freedom, he will rule the world, and when he achieves that role, you and your pathetic human friends will be our celebratory feast.”

  Damon knew what had to be done.

  Chapter Twelve

  As soon as the sun was up Damon sent everybody home. He had a plan but wanted to spend the day alone with Beth.

  “This will all be over soon.” He assured them as they left the compound. Pearce was the last one out the door. He stopped at Damon’s side before exiting. “What have you got in mind son?” he asked, having a hunch of what he was planning.

  “What has to be done my friend.” He told him.

  Pearce knew exactly what that meant; he shook his hand and said “I’ll see you around four.” Damon simply bowed his head in acknowledgement.

  When he and Beth were alone, he got some blood from the supply room, fed the prisoners, and went down to Victor.

  “This ends tonight Victor.” He said as he tossed him a bag of blood.

  “I should have ended it years ago.” Victor said as he turned his nose up at the bag of blood.

  “Please, you should drink that. It is after all, your last meal.” Damon insisted.

  “What are you talking about? I will be feeding on your friends tonight. Believe me, this will, as you say, end tonight.”

  “You have a plan do you Victor?”

  “I do my boy. This will blow your house down.” He laughed.

  “Well, one way or another, one of us will be victorious, whether we are here for the glory or not.” Damon walked away. “Oh, by the way, have you read the book of Genesis of late? Interesting read.”

  Victor’s eyes widened with fear before he could hide his obvious reaction. “What did you say?” he asked as Damon walked away. “Come back here!” he shouted at Damon’s back. “Do not walk away from me! Do you hear me boy? Get back here and explain yourself!”

  Damon shut the trap door behind him and left Victor pacing his cell, frantic at Damon’s last words.

  * * * * *

  Beth had drawn the blinds and lit some candles when Damon surfaced from Victor’s enclosure. She’d poured blood into glasses and they sipped it like fine wine and giggled at the sheer notion of drinking blood from wine glasses.

  Damon scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the loft. He slowly undressed her kissing her shoulders and caressing her breasts as he did so. The sharing of blood between vampires was considered an intimate act. Damon nipped that sensitive spot under Beth’s ear, and growled as he watched it trickle ruby red down the length of her neck. His tongue caught the bead as it headed towards her cleavage tracking it back to the source. Beth’s fingers buried into Damon’s hair, holding him in place as he tasted her metallic sweetness on his tongue. He tore her underwear from her body as he heard the seams of his own clothes give way. He gently lowered her to the bed, covering her body, skin to skin from lips to legs. His manhood hard and throbbing wedged between them. He slid his hand around her knee to lift it high, opening her up for him to join her. He positioned his shaft at her already wet snatch and as Beth sunk her teeth into his chest he thrust forward in one firm stroke, burying his full length inside his love. He held still as he felt her internal muscles tighten around his girth, which combined with her mouth feeding from him was like ambrosia it went to his head faster than absinth.

  Beth licked the bite she’d inflicted sending a shiver through his spine, his breathing heavy he almost missed her words. “Move… Please. Take me, make me yours now and forever my love.” Unable to restrain himself any longer he began to glide in and out of her cave. Always returning to the depths, if he was to die today he would die a blessed man. His thrusts picked up speed as Beth dug her nails into his buttocks in encouragement. They were both sitting on the edge, Damon buried his face in the nook of Beth’s neck and whispered, “I will always be yours forever, I love you.” he grazed her neck with his fangs to tease her and was pulled over the edge of orgasm as Beth’s body exploded in rapture around his.

  * * * * *

  Casey opened the door to her apartment; it seemed like ages since she was in her own home. All the silver was still in place from when Victor had made his first appearance on her landing. She’d left it there for safety reasons.

  Kara walked in after her, and swung her by the elbow to face her. She pulled her in close “I feel like I haven’t been alone with you in weeks.” And she kissed her mouth with passion.

  Casey pulled her toward the bedroom “You just took the words right out of my mouth.” Once in the comfort of the bedroom Casey took control. She bent down on one knee and lowered Kara’s sweats, exposing her sensitive pubic area. Her head flew back in anticipation of Casey’s mouth smothering her throbbing clit. She rested one hand on Casey’s head to steady herself then swung one leg over her shoulder allowing her jewel to peek out from between her folds. Casey licked her lips as she admired Kara’s glistening pussy.

  She slid her tongue along Kara’s silky lips, slipping it between her labia when she reached the apex of her mound she rested her nose on her vulva, she swiped her tongue across her clit, then continued to circle it like a lion circling its prey, taunting and teasing it until it was the size of a ripe cherry ready for the pick.

  Kara’s legs began to tremble and Casey’s fingers trailed up her inner thighs until they found her weeping pussy, she slid
two fingers inside her and waited for her lovers’ reaction. Her muscles tightened around the penetration, encouraging them to not leave her empty and needy.

  She began sliding them in and out of Kara’s aching pussy as she continued to feast on her cherry. With her thumbs in place she opened her up to expose her sensitive glistening gem. As Kara’s cries of pleasure reached her ears she covered it with her kiss swollen lips and sucked. Kara’s hand buried in Casey’s hair and tried to hold her in place as her hips bucked against her partners’ experienced manipulations. “Fuck yes Case. That’s my girl eat my pussy like you own it.” Casey curled the tips of her fingers finding Kara’s G-Spot and smiled as she felt and heard Kara lose herself in her orgasm.

  Not to be outdone Kara pushed Casey back onto the bed, “Hey I wasn’t finished with you yet.” Kara smiled then turned around to settle her head between Casey’s thighs in a sixty-nine.

  “Will this do for you baby?” she said with a smile in her tone. Then placing her lips against Casey’s pussy she began to vibrate her tongue in a purr of satisfaction as Casey toyed with her folds. She briefly sat up to grab the dildo from the draw. Kara placed the bulbous head of the two for one toy at Casey’s opening then slowly inch by inch fed her needy well. As the tip hit Casey’s cervix she gasped in pleasure, Kara turned her body to accommodate the other end. Lifting her hips to bury it inside her tight muscles then began to fuck Casey with the double-ended dildo. “Touch yourself baby, I wanna hear you cum for me.” Kara said as she played with her own clit. Casey tweaked one of her hard pinkened nipples at the same time as her fingertips circled her nub. Rolling hips and teasing fingers, the backs of their knuckles making contact sporadically drove them to heights they hadn’t had time to discover until now. “Oh God I’m gonna cummmmmm.” Casey gushed all over Kara’s pussy, throwing Kara into a second more intense orgasm that her first.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Damon could tell that Beth had fallen asleep. He tossed as to whether to lay and hold her in his arms for the rest of the day or get up and do something constructive on his last day on earth. He decided to lay with his beloved.

  Damon had never prayed, he didn’t know how to. The last time he believed in any sort of God, he thought he’d sent an angel to end his misery on the battle field; instead he was placed in the arms of the devil himself and his misery has continued for centuries ever since.

  But he decided to try. He closed his eyes and began.

  Dear lord. Or father, I am unsure of what to call you.

  I search for a way, to end this madness.

  I have sinned against my kind, for that my maker wishes to end me. If that is the way it must be, then what must be must be.

  I ask that the innocent be spared; both human and vampire. Let no more blood be shed.

  I ask that Victor be shown another path and that he is redeemed and can find peace.

  Damon felt his body relax; he was in a state of meditation. His prayer continued.

  I beg forgiveness for my sins, in the before life, this life and in the afterlife.

  Release us all from our pains.

  Images began to flash behind his closed lids; First his children and his wife. He watched himself bid them goodbye on his last day with them prior to heading off to war.

  He saw himself wounded on the battlefield. His head tossed, and his body flinched but his eyes remained closed. He experienced his transformation all over again. He watched as his wife walked to the edge of the water, in his mind he called to her, “Aeliana! No!” she leapt into the rushing current and was gone.

  ‘Is this a dream? A nightmare? I cannot open my eyes.’

  The images continued to rush in and out of his mind’s eye.

  He watched his daughter Esther shiver in a filthy bed, with sweat across her tiny brow, until she drew her last breath. Suddenly Mikael appeared, his little body wracked with scabies. He too took his last breath. Blood welled and seeped between his eye lids.

  Beth would appear, with her hair in a loose bun and a dress fit for a miller’s wife, but she wore it like it was a silk evening gown, she was beautiful. He watched their first and last kiss in her lifetime. Then the lonely months that followed, then years, followed by decades and centuries.

  Memories of inventions, travels, experiences all flashed before him, up until the present, showing Wes, and the shooting of Casey, his evening at her dining table, the precinct interview he held with her, all of it. Snippets of thousands of memories were flashing in and out, before he really had a chance to focus on any one for any length of time.

  Suddenly he heard a voice “Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone.”

  Damon frowned, trapped in his state of meditation, “Who is there? I cannot see you. Am I dreaming?” he asked.

  “Ask and you shall receive.”

  “Victor? Is that you? Why must you torment me?” he asked in his mind.

  “I am your salvation, as you are mine.” The voice was clear, and did not come with the bitterness that Victor’s tongue held.

  “Who are you?” Damon asked again.

  “What are you willing to lose to win?” The voice in his head asked.

  “This is not about winning or losing, this is about saving humanity, souls, creation… ourselves” Damon added with shame in his heart.

  “What will you sacrifice to save all of these things you wish to preserve?” The voice put forward.

  Damon paused before answering, “I will sacrifice my own existence for the survival of others.”

  “You will die for the sake of others?”

  “Yes”

  “How will you know if it was worth it in the end if you are not here to witness it?”

  “I must believe.” Damon responded.

  “Then you have already lost, or have you already won?”

  The voice was gone and Damon’s body was at peace. He slept for the first time in over a hundred years without so much as a stir.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Damon woke a little after 3:00pm; he showered and dressed in his finest clothes. Beth stirred as he fastened his last button. She stood before him, naked, her hair falling over her bare shoulders. “Are you ready my darling?” she asked.

  “With you by my side, I am ready for anything.” he told her. He took a dress from his robe. “I have taken the liberty of having this delivered, it was going to be a surprise for our first real date.” He smiled. “You know, once this was over.”

  She smiled back at him and took the dress from his trembling hand. “It’s beautiful my love, and no matter what happens tonight, and for ever, we will never be over.” She kissed him and headed for the shower herself.

  * * * * *

  Pearce came in on schedule; he was like clockwork, 4:00pm just as he’d promised.

  “You look dressed to kill.” He said before he realised the impact of the statement. “Uh-um,” he cleared his throat “well you know?” he shook Damon’s hand. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing son? It’s not too late. You know you’re safe here? We got your back. You don’t have to go through with any of this.” Pearce was sweating, his nerves were shot and he was rambling. He’d grown to like Damon though the old bastard was too stubborn to admit it.

  Rose went up to see Beth; who looked like she’d stepped out of a magazine for the rich and famous. She too had to admit to her beauty. “My, don’t you scrub up?” she said to her as she spun her around to fasten the back of her gown.

  “Thank you Rose, your very kind.” She responded.

  Rose escorted her down the stairs. Beth had never had the opportunity to wear such fine clothing, Victor never allowed it. He’d always insisted his sires never interact with the humans, “We don’t play with our food!” he would say, “Unless you intend to eat it, don’t touch it; someone else will eat it later.” speaking of the human race as if they were nothing more than fodder for his growing family.

  Damon turned his head to see his beloved flow down the stairs like an angel
; he greeted her on the last step and took her arm from Rose. “My darling, you’re beautiful.” Beth lowered her eyes and smiled in a coy fashion.

  * * * * *

  Casey and Kara were the next to arrive. “What’s with the clothes?” Casey asked.

  “Let’s wait until everybody is here shall we?” Damon suggested

  Pearce looked down at his feet.

  “Do you know what’s going on?” she asked Pearce.

  “Let’s wait like Damon said.” He responded, avoiding eye contact with her.

  It didn’t take long for Rick and Ray to arrive.

  Damon poured them all a glass of scotch, including him and Beth, then began his spiel.

  “I would like to take a moment to thank all of you; you have become more than my comrades, more than my friends, you are my family. You have made my final months in this life…”

  “Wait! What the fuck are you on...” she turned to Pearce “what the fuck is he saying? Final months? It’s not over yet.”

  “Case” Kara tried to settle her, “I think he’s trying to tell us his plan.”

  “Fuck his plan!” Casey turned to Damon “You’re just gonna give up? Just like that, without discussing it with any of us? Well let me tell you something wise guy, in my family, we don’t just give up! Especially to the likes of Victor. How dare you!”

  Rick took Casey by the elbow “Casey, hear him out, it’s the only way. Have you seen the size of Victor’s army? It’s growing every night. Soon the city will be outnumbered. We can’t win.”

  She turned to Damon, “So what are you going to do? You think by turning yourselves over to him, he’s just gonna go away? That’s not going to solve anything, the prick wants world domination Damon, he won’t stop just because you surrender, he’ll kill us all.”