Jessica and Catherine ride off into the sunset (well, not the sunset exactly...)

[Catherine's POV]

Catherine runs her fingers through the thick pubic hair of the human girl tied to her bed. The girls wrists are tied to the headboard behind her, and she lays nude on her back. The girl, a lovely young Italian, has thick curly black hair, and beautiful brown eyes. They found her closing up a quaint little shop. It wasn't hard to enthrall her, and bring her back for some fun. Catherine drags a fingertip along the girls tan thigh. This is one of her favorite moments, the anticipation before feeding. The girl squirms a bit, but is fairly placid considering the number of bites that she is covered with. Catherine and Jessica have pumped the human full of so many narcotics she probably can't even feel it.

Catherine looks at Jessica, feeding slowly from the girl's cupped breast. The human whimpers a bit, but is otherwise calm. Catherine loves to watch Jessica feed, something about it makes her incredibly hot. Jessica looks up, her eyes closed, and licks her lips. Blood drips from her chin, onto the breasts of the captive beneath her. Catherine cups Jessica's cheek, and pulls her in for a kiss. She tastes the girl's blood on Jessica's soft lips.

"She's amazing, Catherine. A keeper. I could drink this one for days" Jessica sighs, and then bites back down into the girl's breast. The girl flinches, and then sighs. Catherine pulls gently on the girl's leg, opening her thighs. She bends, licking the inside of the girl's thigh. She can smell her scent. Catherine's bares her fangs, and then bites down. She drinks slowly, letting the blood pulse into her mouth bit by bit. Indeed, the girl is delicious Catherine thinks, we'll need to save this one for later.

The vampiresses feed together, bleeding the girl slowly. The human finally passes out, and the vampiresses withdraw their fangs, licking her wounds. They wipe their mouths and then kiss over her body. Catherine reaches out at caresses Jessica's full breasts, as Jessica kisses her way down Catherine's chin and neck. Catherine pulls Jessica to her. She lies back on the bed, pulling Jessica on top of her, loving the sensation of their breasts rubbing together. Their legs intertwined, they almost imperceptibly hump against one another, kissing passionately. Catherine's hands roam over Jessica's back and butt, pulling Jessica tighter to her. Jessica moves to suck on Catherine's neck, driving Catherine absolutely wild as her moist sex slides against Jessica's. Jessica feels so warm after feeding. It feels nice. Catherine sighs, her belly full of warm blood and sexy vampiress laying on top of her, contented.

It has been several years since the defeat of Elizabeth. After killing Elizabeth, it wasn't hard to find and kill Diana as well. Jade had escaped, slinking away in the chaos, which was fine by Catherine. Catherine hoped that Jade was doing well, wherever she was. Maybe we'll meet again... someday she thinks.

Unwinding Elizabeth's network of hybrids and human allies took considerably more effort. A story for another time...

After the final confrontation with Elizabeth, Jessica and Catherine had moved to Europe together, vowing to start a new chapter. Despite her earlier disdain for Mary and Carmilla, Catherine was enjoying living a more... restrained... lifestyle with Jessica. Hitting the breaks and resetting felt good. It was only now, finally free of Elizabeth, that Catherine understood how deeply her maker had twisted her desires and morality. Catherine and Jessica fed and fed, but for the most part they didn't kill anymore. For the most part. Jessica and Catherine still got carried away from time to time, surrendering to their primal cravings and draining their prey. Everything in moderation Catherine would say, even moderation.

Of course, feeding long and slowly on a willing meal had it's own pleasures...

Catherine could honestly say that she was happy. She and Jessica were very much in love. Not the cynical emotional manipulation from Elizabeth that Catherine had mistaken all those decades for love, but a genuine connection. She felt a definite emptiness, a piece of her self that was irretrievably missing since Elizabeth's destruction. She had discussed this with Jessica: Jessica felt it too, the bond with your maker was a strong one. Still, Catherine had no regrets.

Catherine _was_troubled by her recent dreams of Elizabeth, though. For the past few weeks, Elizabeth had invaded her sleep. At first just fragmentary images, Elizabeth's voice calling to her as if across a wide, windy field. Increasingly, the dreams had become more.... corporeal ..., frightening Catherine. But then, Catherine would wake up, and see Jessica sleeping peacefully next to her, her face serene. And everything was right with the world. They are just dreams.

Every few months, Jessica and Catherine would choose a new city, sampling the local flavors. This time, they had landed in Rome, the Eternal City. Who could say where next?

"Let's go out, I'm still hungry" Jessica says, stepping out of the shower and drying her hair. Catherine looks up and down Jessica's nude body and smiles. God, she's beautiful Catherine thinks. Catherine walks behind Jessica, and slides her arms around Jessica's torso, pulling her close. She kisses Jessica's neck as Jessica sighs.

"Your always hungry" Catherine teases. We both are Catherine thinks.

Waking down the Via del Corso, Catherine and Jessica hold hands, carefully studying the humans. When you have an eternity, no reason to settle when choosing your next meal. Catherine watches the wealthy women in the finest Italian designers, the young backpackers, the exchange students, and the Roman natives. A slender waitress with an illuminating smile. A young nun walking briskly. The Americans on their honeymoon, young and in love. Delicious looking, all of them.

"What are you in the mood for?" Jessica asks. Catherine shrugs.

"We haven't had middle eastern in a while..." Catherine says, eyeing a young Arab tourist snapping photos of the admittedly breathtaking architecture. Jessica looks at the girl.

"Maybe for a quick appetizer, but I want something a little more substantial. I saw a group of Spanish girls back there, we could have a real feast." Jessica suggests.

Catherine chuckles. Was Jessica always this bloodthirsty, or is this my influence on her?

"Why not both?" Catherine says, laughing. Jessica walks over the Arab girl, and touches her bare arm. Catherine can't hear that they are saying, but they both look over at Catherine and then resume talking. Catherine looks around the street, trying to see if there's anything tastier on offer.

Her blood freezes in her veins.

Sitting at a table in an open-air cafe is Elizabeth. There's no mistaking it. Elizabeth, (or a very convincing doppelganger), is dressed in an elegant suit and sips from a coffee cup of dark liquid. She smiles at Catherine, blood coating her sharp fangs.

No. That's impossible. It's impossible! Catherine thinks, her mind racing, her chest tightening. She looks at Jessica, still casually chatting with the Arab girl, then back.

But the woman is gone, the cup of blood sitting solitarily on the deserted table.