Crimson Kiss

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A small red headed woman stood in the back of the church and sent of book hymns flying towards the casket that lay covered with roses underneath the altar at the front of the church. The book hit the casket, hard, and bounced onto the floor, sliding to a stop at the feet of the man who was currently speaking. He knelt, a grin hidden beneath his veil of blonde hair, and picked the book up, cradling it to his chest. People stared in disbelief at the small woman and a few women cried with renewed tears but the woman paid them no mind, maintaining a cold glare at the blonde man, hands firmly on her hips and lips pursed. Even though she was incredibly red with anger she was still gorgeous...

"I'm sorry ma'am. Is there something you'd like to say?" asked the man with a British accent to die for and flashed her a grin that would melt any girls heart. The woman remained stony faced and narrowed her eyes, her nostrils flared.

"Desmond that was completely uncalled for." she said, viciously.

"But you throwing a holy book in a church at a casket was?" Desmond said, amused. "Angel, love, you can't hide the truth. You were in fact with Arthur the night before he was found dead, yeah?"

Angel pushed her fire red hair over her shoulder, scowling and at a loss for words. She was a fiery red head with a temper to match and keeping her cool was beginning to become a struggle. Keeping your temper around Desmond was a struggle for anyone who happened to be the unfortunate victim of his ridicule. Today was especially worse because she hadn't fed for a while and her body was calling out for blood so restraining herself from attacking him was increasingly difficult.

"I really don't think that's an appropriate subject to talk about, Desmond." Angel said, trying to calm down and failing miserably.

Desmond grinned a mile wide, clearly enjoying this.

"That's a yes! We're all adults here and we're well aware that you were doing more than making chit chat."

"Desmond. That's enough. You're being foolish."

Desmond shifted his eyes to the man that sat next to Angel, his grin faltering slightly. The voice had a thick Australian accent and was so demanding a few people turned away. The man had layered black, brown, and blonde hair that fell to the middle of his back and he wore a grey Armani suit. He looked to be about 20 but his intense blue eyes showed that of a man who's lived for centuries. His arm rested on the back of the pew and his ankle propped up onto his knee..

"Well hello there Krystian. Decided to join in our friendly exchange of words?" Desmond said, clearly taunting him. Krystian ignored this.

"You obviously didn't see Arthur's widow in the third row with the green dress on. Otherwise you wouldn't have outed his affair in such an arrogant manner." he said, motioning to her.

Desmond scanned the row and his eyes came to rest on a heavy set woman with rosy, tear streaked cheeks and blood shot eyes. She blew into a handkerchief that she pulled out of a very gaudy handbag. Desmond made a face and recoiled slightly.

"Didn't know Arthur had a fetish for fat chicks. You can never tell just by looking at someone what they're into. Feet, piss, vomit....fat chicks. What a weird world we live in, yeah." Desmond said, almost intuitively.. So many people gasped it sounded as if a strong wind was blowing inside the walls of the church. The widow broke into tears and Desmond studied her. Krystian stood, breathing deeply and motioned for Angel to leave the pew. She obliged and he stood, staring down Desmond.

"That's our cue to leave. We've clearly over stayed our welcome. Desmond?" He motioned for Desmond to follow and without waiting for Desmond's reaction, began to walk out of the pew following Angel.

"You know if you look at the widow just right she looks like a tree frog. You know with the green dress and the red cheeks. She just looks colorful. Like a frog." Desmond said and several men stood and began to advance on him, fists clenched.

"No need for violence gentlemen. We were just leaving." Krystian's voice rang loudly in the church, stopping the men in their tracks. He stood in the doorway holding the door open, eyebrows raised and his lips pursed.

"Krys-" Desmond started.

"Now Desmond...." Krystian said, a threat evident in his voice.

Desmond rolled his eyes and stepped down from the altar. He walked dramatically down the aisle, taking his time just to make Krystian wait. Krystian murmured something in his ear as Desmond passed by that sent a shiver down his spine. It was meant to be private but Angel's small giggle let Desmond know she heard.

"Think that's funny, love? It's funny he turned up dead after fucking you. Are you that bad? Or do women get you off?" Desmond spat at her.

Angel rolled her eyes and muttered, "Asshole."

"Lesbian.." Desmond retorted and Angel started towards him, prepared to fight. Though she was a good 2 feet shorter than him and much smaller, they were equal in strength.

"Angel, enough." Krystian said, smoothing his suit out, looking up into the cloudy sky. It was cold night and when Angel started shivering Krystian put it off to the weather. Angel stopped causing Desmond to laugh. He wiggled his tongue between to of his fingers and Angel silently fumed but she didn't take a step closer. If looks could kill Angel's liquid gold eyes would've maimed Desmond on the spot. Desmond just smiled and blew her a kiss, laughing.

"You find this funny, Desmond?" Krystian asked, a calm anger palpable in his voice. All traces of humor and playfulness left Desmonds face and was replaced by a mix between fear and shame.. Shrugging a shoulder, Desmond looked off into the sky, shoving his hands into his pockets, making a noticeable effort to look anywhere but at Krystian.

"Are you trying to draw attention to Angel? To us?" Krystian pressed, his voice rising an octave but his face was relaxed.

"No." Desmond muttered and shuffled his feet much like a small child getting scolded.

"Then explain what that was in there!" Krystian's sudden outburst made Desmond jump and Angel turn away. "Desmond you know damn well the last thing we need is the fucking police inspecting us!" Krystian continued yelling and Desmond turned his face away. When he failed to answer right away Krystian stepped forward, his voice taking on a soft, murderous tone.

"Desmond. Answer me.."

Desmond flinched but said nothing.

"Unless you've forgotten we're not human. So unless you've got some brilliant story to tell the cops what the refrigerator is doing filled to the brim with blood and why our basement is home to locked up men and women with a serious blood deficiency, you better tell me what the fuck you were thinking when you decided to point out that one of us was with a murder victim the night before he was found." Krystian said, struggling to control his voice and temper.

"I was just having a spot of fun.." Desmond muttered, timidly and got absolute silence in reply. Krystian was so quiet he looked up to make sure he was still there. Big mistake. Krystian was on him in a second. All the breath left Desmond's lungs as he was slammed against the church wall with Krystian holding him there, fists clenched. Krystian's fists bore down on Desmond over and over again all the while Krystian screaming in Desmonds face..

"You think everything is a goddamn game! Maybe if you get discovered again it'll get through your thick fucking skull that humans are not so fucking accepting of vampires! IF it weren't for me rescuing your dumbass on the street you would be dead of starvation! You need to under-fucking-stand that if this shit keeps happening the way it does that I.WILL. KILL. YOU. Do you hear me, Desmond? KILL." Desmond slid to the ground, spitting and coughing up blood. Krystian wiped his bloody hands onto Desmond's cashmere sweater ,breathing heavily.

"Next time watch what and where you say things." Krystian said, coolly.

Desmond looked up from the ground, shooting Krystian a dirty look and stood slowly. He managed to steady himself on the wall and locked eyes with his attacker. Krystian met his eyes and smoothly said, "Angel, call Li-Mei. We need a ride home." Angel, her back still turned to the two, nodded and got out her cell phone, walking away from the men and seated herself on bench by the street, still shivering uncontrollably. The two men stared at each other for a minute or two longer until Krystian sighed and turned, walking towards Angel. She was off the phone and hugging herself to keep warm.. Krystian slid his jacket off and slipped it around her shoulders. Angel looked up, smiling weakly at him, and softly slid back out. She answered his confused look with 2 words he understood all too well.

"I'm thirsty."

Krystian nodded and sat next to her, draping his arm around her shoulders and offering his wrist to her. Angel politely denied him but she seemed hesitant.

"I can wait until we get home." she said, trying to sound strong and failing. Angel was too proud of a person to allow herself to show weakness so Krystian simply nodded and pulled her closer to fully embrace her. She gasped softly and began to breathe quicker causing him to pull back.

"Too close?" he asked, concerned. Angel could only nod once in response and Krystian let go of her, keeping his arm around her shoulders. Angel tried a few times to politely shrug it off but Krystian wasn't having it.

"Can you please move your arm?" Angel said, finally speaking up. Krystian answered with a prompt "No." and that was the end of that discussion. Angel may have been proud but he was stubborn beyond belief so she caved and let his arm be. A blood stained Desmond flopped down onto the other end of the bench, dabbing at his nose with his sleeve and still sniffling, trying not to bleed everywhere and failing. The three sat in silence and mild tension, on Desmonds account of burning holes in the back of Krystian's head with a nasty glare, and waited until a black Camaro pulled up in front of them. An Asian woman with pin straight jet black hair that caressed her shoulders stepped out of the drivers side.. She wore jeans, a sweater much like Desmonds minus the blood, and sneakers. Even clad in this she was a beautiful sight to behold.

"Good evening, Li-Mei.." Krystian greeted her and she nodded in return..

"Krystian. Angeline. Desmond." she said, looking at each in turn, her eyes lingering on Krystian's blood spotted suit and red tinged hands and Desmonds bloody nose and mouth. His left eye was already beginning to show the early stages of a black eye. Tomorrow that baby was going to shine.

They piled into the car and began the long drive home. They arrived and pulled into the long winding driveway that led to the giant white mansion with gold trim. They got out of the car, Desmond making it a point to slam the car door as hard as he could provoking a long string of curses that Li-Mei muttered underneath her breath. Desmond slammed his shoulder into Krystian when he walked by and Krystian let it go, focusing on keeping the shuddering Angel on her feet.

"Desmond was that called for?" Li-Mei asked irritated.

"Bite me.." was his reply before slamming open the front door and storming up the stairs no doubt headed to his room.

Li- Mei stopped and turned to Krystian when they reached the doorstep.

"Whatever he did, was it worth a beating that bad?"

Krystian nodded, tight lipped, and started towards the kitchen holding Angel close and practically dragging her. As he opened the door he heard two voices behind him who's owners he was not in the mood to deal with..

"Well Desmond's not going to speak to you for a while, mate."

"What on Earth did he do today to deserve that torture and what's wrong with love there?"

Daniel and David Jamison joined them in the kitchen, each resting on a wall by the refrigerator. David and Daniel were identical British twins. They were the first twins to join Krystian's coven. The only way to tell them apart was hair length... David's fell just below his shoulders and Daniel's to his shoulder blades.. They had ocean blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and they were hell raisers just like Desmond and just as devilishly handsome.

Krystian sat Angel carefully in a chair and walked to the fridge.

"Not now. Angel's thirsty." he said flinging it open to find it nearly empty. Confusion flooded his face.

"Fresh out." David said, almost smug.

"Would've told you sooner but you turned your celly off on account of you attending the funeral of Angel's old mate. Sorry, I guess." Daniel chimed in. Krystian's confusion was increasing.

"We just got a fresh supply not but a week ago. Where did it all go?" he said, noting the twins exchange in looks.

"When you sit at home for a while you tend to get bored." Daniel said, non chalant..

"Your point?" Krystian pressed and Angel began to dry heave. David, who was closer to her, took several steps away.

"Boredom brings about bad eating habits, yeah." he said, eyeing the convulsing Angel warily. Krystian turned tomato red and pursed his lips, glaring at the twins.

"You drank it all?"

Both men realized the trouble they could possibly be in and their smugness dissipated and was replaced by defense.

"To be fair several other people house here as well." David said, choosing to move closer to the heaving Angel than to the angry Krystian.. Daniel followed suit, chiming in, "I'm sure we weren't the only residents to help ourselves to our little supply."

Krystian didn't seem to want to believe it. He ran his fingers all through his hair seemingly calming down but when he slammed his fist down onto the table, denting it, everyone in the room tensed up except for Angel, who still sat convulsing in her chair. Breathing deeply, almost yoga-like, Krystian looked up at the twins, still red with anger, but his voice was calm.

"So what are we going to do?" he asked, exhausted. A small smile spread across Daniels face and David glanced sideways at Angel.

"There's always the possibility that she could feed off of one of us." Daniel said, giving Angel a long once over lingering on her breasts longer.

"We are her favorite blood preference after all." David said, licking his lips..

Angel's stomach convulsions advanced to a deep wet coughing and she began clenching her stomach, doubling over with each hack. Krystian resented the idea of coven members feeding off of one another but as he studied the state Angel was in he almost welcomed it with open arms. He furrowed his brow, deep in thought. The twins always tried to find a way to feed off of Angel and Krystian always denied. He looked over her most because she was the youngest. The younger you were the more you had to drink and the worse you got if you didn't and the twins were always waiting with open veins.

David tapped his foot impatiently and Daniel started whistling.

"Just remember the more you contemplate this, the more Angeline suffers." David pointed out and Krystian shook his head in frustration. Daniel stopped whistling and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh well baby brother. We gave him a chance to help her and he denied us. I guess we'll be on our way." David said and the two started towards the door.

"Wait!" Krystian called as they opened the door. Daniel turned around, smiling smugly..

"Yes?" he asked, sweetly.

Krystian almost told them to go, changing his mind, but when Angel coughed and the coppery smell of blood filled everyone's noses he had no choice.

"Fine. Just take her somewhere else. I don't want to be there." he said, defeated.

Daniel and David smiled and walked back into the kitchen.. Daniel helped Angel slowly to her feet, deeply inhaling the scent of her blood, and getting a little hard. He held her to him when she stood up and her breathing raced. Softly moaning into her ear he said, "You smell so good..." Krystian nearly lost it..

"Daniel let go of her." Krystian demanded, pounding the table for emphasis. Daniel touched his nose to hers, loving her closeness, and drank in the smell of blood on her breath.

"Goddamn...." he murmured before pressing his lips firmly to hers, tasting her sweet life force. Angel resisted and tried pushing him away but he pulled her closer, the mere taste of her blood driving him wild. He forced her lips apart and shoved his tongue inside, running it all around her mouth tasting the blood she coughed up. Suddenly him and Angel were torn apart and he was thrown to the floor.

"You're lucky I don't kick your ass!" Krystian yelled but Daniel might as well have been drunk. He was on a total high. Struggling to his feet, Daniel couldn't process his thoughts until he felt his brothers hand on his shoulder, steadying him.

"You okay baby brother?" David asked, concerned. Still unable to speak all Daniel could manage was a small nod and he began gaping, astonished, at Angel. She seemed perfectly fine, breathing wise anyway, other than that she was backed away with Krystian's arms forming a barrier around her shaking body, fear in her eyes. Daniel could feel himself sporting a hard erection which explained his brothers distance and Krystian's disgusted look.

"I don't think her feeding off of you is such a good idea.." Krystian said, eyeing Daniel angrily.

"Maybe not off Dan but I can control myself. Honest." David said and Daniel felt a little betrayed and mentally noted to point that out to David later. Krystian reluctantly let go of Angel and stood straight up.

"Angel do you want to go with David?" he asked, trying to sound calm but his voice was tense. Angel responded by grabbing hold of David's waiting hand and the two left the kitchen. Krystian waited until he couldn't hear their footsteps anymore before breathing and Daniel chuckled.

"Nervous, mate?" he teased.

Krystian just breathed deeply through his nose and seated himself in a chair, trying to forget he just sent the woman who was like a daughter to him away with a man with whom he barely trusted.. He heard footsteps and felt Daniel's presence behind him.

"You look like you need a massage. May I?" he asked, politely.

"I'd rather you didn't." Krystian answered but when Daniel's hands were on his shoulders he had no choice but to accept it. He had to admit that he gave a good massage. They sat in silence while Daniel worked until he broke the silence.

"Why are you so protective of Angel?" Daniel asked, suddenly.

Krystian, thrown off by the question, hesitated before answering.

"She's like a daughter to me. Always has been since I found her on the street dying. I've always felt responsible for her since I saved her. I just can't help it.."

"I see."

They sat in silence for a minute longer..

"So you feel strongly towards her?" Daniel asked..

"In a way, yeah..." Krystian replied, becoming suspicious.

"How do you feel towards me and David? Me in particular."

Krystian almost didn't answer, unsure of where he was going with this. Daniels hands stopped working and Krystian turned to ask him why he'd stopped. Daniel's lips pressed to his and Krystian, taken aback, pulled away. Daniel, a little surprised, smirked.

"You have soft lips. David owes me $5."

Krystian was confused. "Excuse me?"

Now Daniel was confused. "What? Are you not into guys or something? I mean the men that leave your room always have a sort of funny walk so I assumed..."

"Well yeah I am but what are you doing?"

"Kissing you. Is that illegal, love?"

"Well no but why are you kissing me?"

"You're hot. I'm still horny. I like guys and you like guys. It's really simple math. Me plus a hard dick plus a hot guy equals butt sex.. Understand?" Daniel said this as if it was obvious.

"I don't want to have sex with you Daniel." Krystian said, getting up. Daniel moved around the chair and pressed Krystian to the counter with his body. He slid his hands around his waist, pressing his aching dick against Krystian so hard he cringed.