Comforting depths

You looked out the the window quiet and contemplative as the city rolled by, you watched the lights and bodies whizz by as traffic clustered, and horns screamed at one another as if in their own little language. Jane lent beside you, she was cold now, much colder than before and limp, you'd never seen so deep a sleep before, the sleep of ****.

The bearded Taxi driver had questioned it of course, protested even, but you left no doubt in your memorization which felt both more natural and severely unnatural, the more you muddled inside people's minds.

There was a joy in it you supposed, but also a kind of numbness, you'd taken an innocent life, by request but -- you really didn't know what was right or wrong... you didn't even know yourself.

"I wonder what Dracula means? Jay? I wonder why when I close my eyes, all I can see is snakes, whirling around and around and around forever on a moon stained with blood. I wonder who I was before all of this, obvious period of 'Blankness' I wonder what my dad would say... I wonder why I am wrong?" You whispered, pressing your scalp into to glass as you took heavy breaths.

"You're not wrong, Charlie. You're just broken, you need to fix yourself." Jane said.

"How can I be fixed? I don't even know where the pieces are, I don't even understand how you're speaking to me. Nothing makes sense, Jay."

She clutched your hand, her skin was cold as **** "I am yours now, always. My body is yours, My blood, foul as you seem to think it is.."

You smiled and chuckled a little.

"...My soul is yours, and together we can achieve anything. Stop restraining yourself, Be the change that you want to make."

"I will. I promise." You meant it.

"Good. Now stop talking to a corpse, and take us home."

"Yes Ma'am." You looked down at Jane, touching her frizzy mousey hair as she lay cold and unmoving on your lap.

The Full moon shone from above, it painted the world in silver, as the warmth of the streetlight faded away, giving way to the rusted gates towards the long rural drive-way, entangled by the taloned branched of trees that reached down so far that they threatened to scrape the top of the Taxi.

After a short while, the Taxi stopped before the tall and mighty spires of onyx stone that made up the body of the Black-Drake Mansion, evolved, huge and powerful, in new ways and old.

The Drivers fingers trembled on the wheel, he was clearly afraid with the red eyed, unstable monster in his back seat with a corpse resting on his lap.

Smart man, I wouldn't either.

_"We wouldn't_ as well."

And so you lent over emptying you wallet and handing him a roll of what might have been 300 dollars in cash, dropping it on the passenger seat "Forget about us, forget about this place. forget my face, and that roll of bens are yours."

All he could muster was a silent nod, and it was all you needed, cradling Jane close to your chest as you stepped out of the taxi styled in the British's famous black Cab.

You looked down, holding up Jane's head as you walked around the fountain, and walked up the stairs "We'll talk when you wake up, I hope I can help a little. Although I've only read a little on how it works. Remhilde might hate you, but I love you, the Others will love you, I trust some of them to take care of you, I promise. You'll be in good hands."

"Anyone you trust, I trust them too." She replied, her voice shrill and frosty, as if from behind a mirror to another world.

"Good. In that case." You came to the tall black double door of the Mansion "Welcome to my home, Vampire. Come freely, walk safely and leave the eternity of happiness that you have brought me. Will you come inside, freely and of your own volition?"

You felt her smile across eons, across all time, across everything "Freely and of my own volition."

Kicking open the doors, you passed the threshold, and all was calm.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR FUCKING BIT HER!?" Diana roared like a lioness, taking Jane from your arms and touching her radial pulse. "Oh My god she's fucking dead Charlie, What the fuck!?"

But Namina and the few who had gathered around you did not frown or panic they merely smiled, and looked at the both of you like a proud family.

"Diana, calm down." Belle spoke.

"DON'T EVER TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU SPOILT SHIT-CUNT!" Didi screamed "Call and ambulance! do something!?"

Calmly, you lent down to Diana and smiled, disarming her fear, removing her worry "I am turning her, Dee. I bit her by her choice, I turned her by her choice... please, listen to me. Yesterday you were ready to reject her, but she has always been there for me, even when you were not."

Diana screwed her face up at this "That isn't fair."

"Life is unfair, and so is undeath." You looked at Belle who smiled softly at the sincerity in your eyes.

"Dee-Dee, It's not so bad, It's not fabulous... the breaking I mean, but I hardly remember it. I chose this unlife, just like Jane, Charlie loves her, like he does you, like he does me, and your baby growing in your belly. Please, You trust me right?"

Diana shook her head, as she stood up a little labored, Namina helped her. "That's not what this is about!" Diana spat, moving toward you, staring with her golden eyes "You know how Hilde will feel about this. Artorias will-"

"Pops will not stop this, nobody will stop this. It is done." You whispered. You touched her belly softly, feeling the growing life inside "I love you, Diana, and the child that grows within you. I need you to stick with me. Please?"

Diana looked up at you, and nodded gently "Okay... Okay." she nodded, before looking out at Namina, and Belle and Velka who skulked in the corner of the Foyer "Listen to me, Get her to the Breaking Chamber."

Mina moved in and whispered subtly "We haven't tested it yet."

"Well we are now." You spoke back.

Neomi nodded instantly "Yes... Okay, Come on guys and galls, we've got a good ole fashioned breaking on our hands!"

You slipped away, Diana saw but she also noticed the look in your eyes, and so let you be. But as you went to ascend the stairs, cold hands grasped you tightly.

Icy eyes looked back as You flinched at her touch. Velka frowned fiercely at you, like a Snow leopard "Where are you going, you scumbag. You just bit her, you turned her, at least..."

She saw the darkness in your eyes, and seemed to realize how angry and afraid you really were, she took her hands away as you continued to reveal your spite, and hatred; not for her, but for everything else.

You left Velka at the bottom of that stairwell, following you with her icy blue eyes, tracking you across to your father's room, where you entered and locked yourself inside.

The first thing you did was go into the bathroom and turn on the bath, peeling off the bloody jacket and stained shirt, kicking off jeans and shoes as steam arose into the air, littered with the smooth scent of melted caramel which oozed your aching body, heavily beating heart; sweating brow.

You would check on jane soon, but you needed to get yourself together first, you heard the bath, smelt the bath and longed for that comfort, for that rejuvenation, even as your head was buried in the cistern of the toilet, where you upchucked every bit of blood that boiled in your stomach, painting the bowl with red and coughing violently until you rested your head on the seat "And I thought... ughhh, vodka Hangovers were bad. tfch." You pushed yourself up to your feet and shambled back towards the huge shining tub, now filled with a field of hot water, crowned by a mountain range of thick bubbles.

A warm relief filled your shivering bones as You lowered your body into the soothing waters. Relaxation came at last, hugged by a symphony of Aqua, sinking deeper in the huge tub until your face slipped into the comforting depths.

You know when you slip under water? how it steals the sounds away, makes you feel heavy, impactful... how sometimes you can feel the hard beating of your heart as blood rushes to oxygenate your blood? Well when you were a just kid, You used to do it all the time, sometimes longer than your little lungs could take, because down here in these depths, You could think, You felt strong.

But you weren't a kid anymore, you weren't even human anymore, if you ever were in the first place, and now, all you could do for ten, twenty, thirty minutes, was look out from under the Comforting depths and relax.

Looking out, your eyebrow bounced up on your forehead as a weird but subtle flash of azure light skipped in the reflection of the shiny tub, that paired with the oddly dulled humming sound dampened by the water that filled your ears.

However the swift slap of the toilet lid followed by the loud lurching was clear enough.

Slowly inching up, your head steamed, your Crimson eyes peaking over the edge of the tub, you saw a girl in fluffy black and Pink pajama pants, a loose silken vest, a gentle lilac in color, and puffy ivory socks covered in little magenta hearts.

Her Hair, dark at the roots, spilt over each side of the toilet like a waterfall of platinum and her fingers curled as she heaved, although nothing left her crimson lips.

Blinking softly, You moved up a little, and lay your head sideways on the tubs-edge as She sat back, frowning grumpily and turning her dark intimidating eyes at you "Why am I sick, Guapo?" Her voice was cold and harsh as ever.

"Weird question?" You pointed out as she checked her lips for vomit, although she found none.

Isobella looked more than a little pale, and extremely grumpy to boot "Maybe, if I we weren't spiritually bound to a fumbling idiot who nearly gets himself killed every day."

"Come on, not every day... Quaque Alternis Die sounds much more realistic."

She already boasted the most powerful resting bitch you'd ever known, but it somehow intensified tenfold "Why am I sick, moron?" she didn't raise her voice, Izzy didn't often need to, just the look in her eyes was enough.

You sighed "Are you ever gonna give me a break, and just cut the bullshit."

Izzy was a tough nut to crack, but you'd been putting cracks in this one for a while now and so she stood up, still watching you as she put the toilet seat down and sat on it "What are you talking about?"

Your eyes continued to flicker as you explained "My dad used to have issues with being direct, I think it was because he had so much he had to deal with, so many moving parts with so many variables. I mean He was mayor of Wallace, every politician here can suck 100 dicks for the amount of lying, betrayal and subterfuge they commit on a daily fucking basis... dealing with that and then coming home to a Daughter who does nothing but kiss your ass and a son that ignores-slash-resents everything you do and boom.

What's the point of being direct? if you want something done, you might as well play the game better than them.

But the thing is, that You asking me why you're sick, isn't what you want to know, because Izzy Salvador hates nothing more than being doted on, I know I've tried to multiple times."

Isabella softened more as you looked at her and smiled softly.

"Ask me what you want to ask me, why you came here."

She fiddled with her fingers "Are you alright? Is Jane alright? You look like shit." She asked in a small voice.

Your smile deepened "Technically no, but everything is gonna be okay."

She nodded "What's with the eyes?"

The Truth, was an fickle thing... But the little speech you just gave to Izzy wasn't lost on you.

"No more evading the truth. No more being indirect."

"I drank blood today, properly for the first time. It was terrible... Jane, I think her blood quality is low, it tasted off -- sorta..." You searched for the words "Stale, I figured that blood quality ranged in it's rarity, Type O is the worst and most common, AB the best and rarest."

Isabella said nothing at first, absorbing the look in your bloody eyes "W-What was it like?" She asked in a low whisper.

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to **** the memory of the taste back to the forefront of your mind, licking your teeth, kissing your lips "Like, I could feel everything about her. As if I dived into a pool of Jane Watson, I could taste her fears, Hear her thoughts, feel her memories... I touched her soul and filled it with venom. I was ready to kill her, to absorb her into me forever, but - I stopped myself, or perhaps, the poison stopped me?"

The Witch's ears pricked up "Poison? Why would her blood be poison?"

"They call themselves the Parish of the Crusade, they hunt monsters, but not like us, they are ruthless and uncaring of mortal life, they barely seem to adhere to their own divine doctrine. Devout my ass." Your chuckle quickly jumped into a sharp cough, pain rolling into your chest.

Izzy moved forward instinctually, though her legs halted her quickly "Are you still...?"

She was cautious, that was wise. The way you felt now, you could really go for a fresher snack.

"...A little bit." You nodded, but you looked at her earnestly "I won't hurt you, I think I can control it."

She huffed deeply, but despite your expectations, Izzy moved forward in her cute little pajamas and knelt in front of you by the side of the tub, reaching out and pushing your dark hair from your face, spiraling her thumb over your forehead.

You were grateful in that moment, to have made the beginnings of amends with Izzy. It was crazy how much you could miss a person without even realizing it.

"Pendejo." She whispered "I... I would have helped, it I had known you were struggling so much."

A doubtful breath shot from your lips "Yeah, I don't see witches feasting on entire towns of people."

Her nose crinkled, eyes narrowed "No. Just **** small children, babies sometimes, virgin girls." She lent in and whispered something that sent shivers down your spine "Virgin flesh, tastes the best."

As she pulled away, you saw something in the black orbs that gazed deeply into you, clear as a mirror; the Eyes of a Monster.

"I understand. You don't have to be such a lone wolf. We are both monsters, different kinds but, I -- I just understand that's what I'm tryna say."

"Wow, The Ice Queen herself breaks bread with Dicky-Drake!" You chuckled.

She rolled her eyes, closing the space between you "Shut up." she pecked your lips but you stole them away, pushing a passionate tongue into her mouth which danced with hers for a moment. Isabella rested her arms on the tub, and looked grumpy in her cute little way. "My Sisters of the Coven really don't approve of this, I barely approve of this."

"How about you shut up. You like me." Your voice was sing song, playfully mocking and she looked ready to leave, although she never did.

"I tolerate you."

"How about you tolerate me with a little clothing. Although those Pajamas are very cute." Moving in, you kissed her lips again and a long involuntary hum, hers eyes trailing down your body.

"Never have I ever met a guy who tries harder to get into my pants than you." She said, her lips curling.

"I've not even gotten started yet. Plus, are you saying it isn't working?" You whispered.

"...No." She grumbled "You know I'm... sexually sensitive, I don't want you rushing at me again like an animal."

That made your smile falter a little "I'm sorry, I didn't see it like that."

"Because you're a short-sighted oaf, Si, I know." She folded her arms and rested them on the tub.

You weren't quite sure what to say after that bombshell, jeez, that really wasn't the guy you wanted to be at all...

Pussyyyy.

"Fuck off."

Pussy Pussy.

"Jesus christ in heaven, rip this piece of shit out of my brain please? Please!?"

…PUSSY.

You frowned "You know what...?" Your form emerged slowly from the bath, slithering slowly towards Izzy, who continued to scowl and shrink as you looked deeply into her.

She seemed disarmed by the look in your eyes, a deep dark Biggy-smalls Hypnotize kinda look "W-What?" her voice squeaked out in a whisper.

"I think you really enjoy it when I man-handle you, I am of the absolute belief that you enjoy the challenge, I mean when you went all Regina George on me you'd attack me relentlessly, I'd see you every day in a negative way, because you didn't get any of my positive attention, and to you, any attention is better than none, good or bad."

"That's... That's bullshit. I have no idea what you're..." She never looked away from your eyes, and took a heavy breath as you invaded her space again, your noses touching ever so lightly.

"You know what's really bullshit, You pretending to act all high and mighty when I know that more than anything, you just want a worthy adversary, How many conflicts can a Girl win before she wants the L more than the W?"

She bit at her lip "And what? You think that You're a 'worthy adversary', You think you can dominate me?"

"You _Need _me to dominate you." Your words were venom, dark and playful. No word of a lie, You felt like absolute boss.

"Pft, holy shit you are such a narcissist, such a... uh, pathetic... narcissist." She said that, but she also reached up, placing her arms around you as you touched her waist with wet hands, she writhing under your touch.

"You know what I think?" You asked.

"Mmmm?" She hummed, completely lost in your gaze now, pressing her body against yours so that she was nearly half inside of the tub.

"I think your the kind of witch that wants to be burned at the stake."

Izzy kissed you this time, and she hummed deeply almost like the trilling surface of a lake, her hands explored You then, touching forearm, bicep, scarred shoulder; her fingers made the old wound tingle. She touched your face, running her finger down the scar from forehead down to your cheek.

She moaned into your mouth, the words buzzed unnaturally "You've survived many days by the skin of your teeth, relax at my touch, and find forever relief"

Her fingers became warm and soft beyond anything you'd ever felt, every place that she touched began to ease and relax, the scars ceased to tingle and the remnants of the Poison in your blood became little but a memory.

You weren't waiting for shit anymore, You wanted this woman for years and years and now she was another to burn on he pyre of your lust. Hooking your fingers under her silken vest, Izzy raised her arms biting her lip as you pulled it gently over her head.

Her breasts were round and soft, not as heavy as Janes, much more perky with larger rounder areole. They bobbled gently after being exposed and she ran her fingers through your dark hair, huffing girlishly and chuckling as you immediately took a nipple into your mouth, lightly nibbling and sucking at the hardness of her nipple "That hurts."

You raised an eyebrow and looked up.

She scowled a little "Don't stop, moron."

Doubling down, you grasped her other breast and massaged it masterfully, dipping your fingers within it like tanned clay as Izzy closed her eyes, enjoying the attention "You have nice hands."

"You have nice tits." You replied.

"So vulgar."

"I'll get a whole lot more vulgar than this. Take off your Pants." You demanded lustfully.

She continued to play with your hair, grinning darkly "Make me."

Your eyes narrowed, feeling her open up to you, allowing you to sink your claws into her mind "Take off your pants and your panties and get in the bath."

Izzy whispered into your ear "I'm not wearing any panties."

I love being us.

The Witch stood and turned her back to you, smiling as she gracefully bent over and slowly peeled away her Fluffy Pajama pants which slid over her full rear, revealing the crack between to her clean starfish asshole, leading swiftly to exposing her clean dripping sex which spread open clear to see how it gleamed and wept for attention. Her tanned legs were lean and fit and she bent down in full, looking away from you only for a moment to click her fingers.

Her wand slid out of the air and into her hand and with it, she painted a portal on the ground which opened in an unnatural hum, roughly the size of a pot hole.

She lowered herself in headfirst and You jolted as You felt a presence within the bath... hands feeling at your legs as Izzy's feet vanished into the Portal.

You smiled as Izzy emerged from the water of the bath, her long hair dripping wet as Her nude body slid up yours, brushing your stiff cock with breast, belly and mound.

Izzy lent to the side of you, resting her wet head on your shoulder "I cannot tell if the water is too hot or if you are." She whispered, the feeling of her naked form pressed into you was intoxicating.

"Was that a compliment or a statement?"

The Witch kissed your neck, licking you from ear to cheek "You decide."