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    All The Fallen – Chapter 1 – Two Sides

    Story written on March 25, 2006 by Jaded_Wind.
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    The vortex is gone, but the aftermath certainly isn’t

    Another wave of cramps hit her.  She
    doubled over and tried to breathe slowly, willing the hunger to back off.  She stumbled back from the door until her
    back was against the desk, where she half leaned, half sat down, her legs too
    shaky to hold her for long.  Her brain
    seemed to be strobing between want and resignation.  For a brief moment, she wondered if it was
    possible to starve herself to death.  The
    hunger and the cramps burning her muscles said not.

    She barely had time to register that the security system was announcing Shane
    McCutcheon     before Shane
    swept into the room, eyes wide with alarm. 
    With blinding quickness, Shane was in
    front of Jo, sweeping her into her arms, and
    kissing her, slipping her tongue skillfully between Jos
    fangs. 

    Im finally getting the hang of kissing a vampire, Shane
    allowed herself a little private smugness as she lowered Jo
    gently to the floor and knelt beside her.

    What are you?  Jo
    said.

    Shhhh, Shane murmured and kissed her again
    softly.  Jo
    hummed against her full lips. 

    She pulled out of the kiss and examined Jos
    face intently.  When did you last feed?
    she asked in a low voice.

    Jo waved a hand weakly.  Yesterday? 
    Maybe the day before?  But Im all
    right, I dont.

    Youre NOT all right, Shane argued, taking Jos
    pale face between her hands.  You need
    to feed.  Shane
    threw her head back, exposing her neck, and pressed herself against Jos
    mouth.

    Jo pushed back. 
    No!  II dont want toI dont
    think I can.

      Why not?

    Too.  Jos
    voice faded as her head dropped against Shanes
    shoulder.

    Shane reached around, into Jos
    front pocket, thinking that under different circumstances, it could be the
    beginning of something very nice.  Her
    hand closed over Jos pocketknife and pulled it
    out.  Wrapping one arm all the way around
    Jo, she pried open the knife.

    What are you doing?  Jo
    mumbled.  She fought to focus her eyes
    and saw just enough.  No!  Shane, you
    cant!

    Shane sliced open her hand and pressed it to Jos
    mouth.  Yes I can.  Drink, Jo.  Drink for your life.  Drink for me.

    Instinct took possession and Jo began to suck
    greedily at the blood flowing from Shanes hand.  Her blood was sweet and tangy in her mouth;
    it warmed her.  Jo
    pressed her hand into the small of Shanes back,
    digging her fingers into the skin as she fed.

    Shanes body cycled through a dozen sensations,
    from the shock of pain as she cut her hand, to the warm sensation of blood
    pooling in her palm, to numbness, then the thrill of Jos
    mouth on the wound, drinking, sucking, and taking her essence, her life.  Shane dropped
    her head back, mouth open in the ecstasy that always took her.  She moaned, feeling the sweet pleasure moving
    up her spine.

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