Finale

Author's Note: This took longer than I thought it would, but I've been terribly busy, so my apologies on that. That said, this is it y'all! The finale. I hope that you're all pleased with it. This is the first time I'm actually finishing a story I've started, so that is another reason it took me longer. Endings aren't really my forte, but I'll keep trying and practicing!

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Jemma shoved past me without saying a word, and I walked Weslin to her car, assuring her that I'd figure out the situation and would not ghost her. When I got in, Jemma was on the first floor, cooking in the kitchen. I glanced at her and headed up the stairs, afraid that if I spoke to her, she'd storm out the house.

"Come back here," she demanded.

So, I went into the kitchen and sat at the dining table.

"That girl is into you, do you know that? She hopes that I'll leave you so she can have you to herself, but even if I didn't want you anymore, I'll bleed her dry before she can have you."

I frowned. "We aren't even together, and jealousy isn't a good look on you, Jemma. How long have you been a vampire?"

"I don't have to answer that, you left, and I changed so that you'd never have to feel like being a vampire is all I wanted from you... and what do I—"

"Jemma! I don't have FUCKING time for this bullshit. I care about how long you've been a damn vampire, and so help me Jemma, you will answer the question."

Jemma sighed, she looked like a kicked puppy, and I felt bad, but it was important to know how long she'd been a vampire and how long since she fed.

"A week."

"How long since you've fed?"

"I haven't..." She mumbled, staring at the floor.

I sighed. "Well listen Jemma, I need you to feed from me. You're not acting like yourself."

Jemma turned off the flame on her stir fry and sat in the chair across from me.

"You sleep around while I'm gone, and I'm not acting like myself, that's... shocking," she smirked, but there was no happy playfulness behind it like usual. Her expression haunted me.

"I—"

"How many people since you left, Kaelin?"

I sighed. If she'd asked me how many it had been since she left, I could've simply said two. But since I left...

"Eight," I answered, truthfully.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she glared, I didn't need to read minds to know she probably wanted to decapitate me. She wasn't the only one with ammunition.

"Have you considered that maybe I wouldn't have slept with anyone else if you didn't make it painfully clear that you were just using me to become a vampire!?"

Jemma stood from her chair and slammed her hands on the table in front of me, the table broke and I flinched- it was expensive.

"I don't need you to turn me anymore! And yet I am still here, arguing with you. According to your analysis, I already got what I wanted. So tell me Kaelin," she jabbed her finger at my face, "what the hell am I doing here now!?"

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my lap. She put up a decent amount of resistance, but I was still stronger than her. I held her tight and pushed her face deep into my neck, I could feel my own pulse against her lips, and she shook against me.

"You need to feed Jemma. I know you feel the urge."

"I don't." I could feel her canines extending despite her words.

We stay like that for a few more seconds when she stopped resisting me, I felt her teeth sink in and made one sound of shock before stiffening like a board.

I was me, 15 years ago. A human woman at her birthday party with her lover, Ferdinand. I felt disconnected, but unable to let go of the vision before me as that lover pressed me against the brick on my own balcony. No one could see us, and I liked it. He kissed me and gushed about how pretty I was right before he whispered to me.

"I think I'll keep you around forever... happy birthday," and then he bit me. That was the last time I'd been bitten by a vampire until the day Jemma needed to feed for the first time. Somewhere in me, I knew I had no issue with allowing her to feed off of me, but the memory of my past haunted me on repeat until she was done. I was at her mercy, and it was looking bleak. I felt my body cooling, my own deep hunger setting itself as I weakened. I realized that I was going to die if I didn't do something, but the fear that I had swirled between the past and the present—confusing reality. Even though I wasn't that weak human anymore, I couldn't move. Jemma sounded pleased as she made muffled noises of approval at my neck, she was now pressing herself into my lap, holding me close as she fed.

It took me a while, but as I felt myself slipping from consciousness, I managed to get a word out.

"Stop."

I wasn't really sure how long it took her to stop, I was too dazed to tell.

"Kaelin... oh my god, are you okay?! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Jemma was panicking, she put both her arms around me but then retracted as soon as she made the contact, as though I was a porcelain doll. I squinted at her and put two fingers to my temples, it was then I realized that tears were streaming down my face. My whole body was screaming at me.

"I am gonna' go out. You stay here, okay?"

"What!? No!?" Jemma clenched on to me, I stayed seated, not strong enough to put up a fight against her.

"If I don't feed, I'll die," my breathing was ragged, I didn't enjoy the sound of my own voice, it scared me.

"I need to come with you. You can't hunt like this," Jemma mumbled, she still cared.

"You can't hunt at all, you're just a liability. Now up, get off."

Jemma sighed and climbed off of my lap. I stood up and felt a wave of dizziness hit me before I steadied myself.

"I'll be back." I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

Jemma was right, I didn't feel in a good condition to hunt. Still, I preferred to hunt alone than deal with the constant emotional dance of being around Jemma. In order to save myself some hassle, I decided to go the scavenger route. I ended up following a group of men who were going around stealing and beating people within an inch of their lives. Something about 'protection money,' I didn't really care.

I thought about Jemma and Weslin as I stalked the group. My feelings and chemistry with Jemma were undeniable, regardless of all the deceit our dynamic was built on. Weslin was a breath of fresh air, however. She wasn't just a person I enjoyed sleeping with, I also enjoyed her company, and I felt a potential for friendship that I didn't want to let go, regardless of how Jemma felt. Still, giving up Jemma wasn't worth keeping Weslin, I loathed that realization.

I followed the men from a basement casino game, to an alley, and then third onto a rooftop. The last man was about to close the latch door to the roof, but right as I landed on their roof, he whipped the door back open. "Guys—"

He was dead before he could finish his sentence, and he'd only had the opportunity to reach for his gun. That didn't stop the other three men from hearing him, and they were all pointing their guns at me. I was strong, and I was fast... but I couldn't stop a bullet. I raised my hands up.

"You don't want to kill me," I smiled at the three men, I was putting on my best enthrallment that I could in my state, which wasn't very good, but it was good enough to buy me a bit of time.

"You should put your guns down." That one didn't work, they just stared. I knew they wanted to pull their triggers.

Then, at a speed that I knew immediately was much faster than mine, Jemma leaped in front of me- not just in front of me, but on to one of the armed men, as soon as she made contact with him, she grabbed his gun hand. Two rounds went off.

The two other men collapsed, and then she snapped the man's neck she held.

"I told you not to follow me..." I mumbled.

"You should be glad I didn't listen. Now feed, these five should be enough for you, right?"

She was right. I had fed off of them and felt more rejuvenated than ever, this is also when I taught Jemma to get rid of bodies. When we got home, we both got ready for bed, there was no real chatter between the two of us, I never even thanked her for saving my life. She finally broke the silence when we both headed into my room, her in one of my large red t-shirts and me in a black teddy. I grabbed the book on my nightstand and headed to the door to sleep downstairs.

"Do you like her?"

I whipped around to face her, "who?" I asked, as though I didn't know she was talking about Weslin.

"Don't play stupid with me, I don't want you around her anymore."

"I won't do that, Jemma. I enjoy Weslin's company."

"Well, whose company do you enjoy more!?" Jemma was fuming. I looked into her eyes and raised my pointer finger to my chin, pondering. Her eyes saddened, and for at least a moment, fear crossed them.

"I have told you how you make me feel, Jemma, and no one else has made me feel that way." I sighed, I wanted to toss venomous words with her, but I hated to see her looking so hurt and afraid.

"Cool, then stop talking to her," any emotion that had been on Jemma's face wiped off. And I sighed.

"What is it then Jemma? What do you want from me now? You got what you wanted, so why not just leave!?" I knew as the words came out of my mouth that I was being irrational. I was the one who slept with different women while she was gone, she tried to convince me to come back, and then she went and turned just to come back to me. I knew this logically, but my emotions were wilder than they'd been when I was a teenage girl. Those emotions told me I was unlovable.

"Come over here right now, Kaelin."

When I moved, at first, I was confused about why, my heart felt like it was being rearranged under uncomfortable heat and pressure as I approached her. It wasn't hard to realize I wanted to fix whatever was happening between Jemma and I.

I sat beside Jemma and she put her arms around me, hugging me presumably as tight as she could. I grimaced but did not move away from her touch.

"I want you, Kaelin," she whispered into my ear, I almost melted, but as a natural response to the danger I felt I was in, I ripped myself away from her.

"You had me! And all you did was ask me to turn you when you had me at my most vulnerable," the last part was a hurt whisper, but I knew she heard me. I went to the door and turned my head just enough to glare at her.

"I won't be manipulated by you anymore," I slammed the door shut, but her following comeback had me back in the room a second later.

"This is what I get for saving your life!? The other vampire was much more thankful for me saving her life! Maybe you should be more like her!"

Her voice got closer, so I was unsurprised to come face to face with her as soon as I opened the door.

"I didn't ask for you to come here. You know what, why don't you just go fucking be with her then?" I sneered, gesturing down the stairs.

She pulled me into the room and kicked the door just enough to push me against it. She was not stronger than me, but she used enough force for me to not want to bother resisting it.

"You should have more gratitude," she gripped my waist and pressed our bodies flush. "You owe me," she punctuated the sentence with a gentle nibble at the top of my left breast.

"What the fuck, are you stupid?" I wanted to sound exasperated, but my voice betrayed me.

"No, I know what you like. Remember, I read your mind for a considerable amount of time before you managed to shut me out," she looked up at me innocently, despite the manner in which she was stroking my hips.

"Jemma... this isn't a good time," I weakly protested.

"Oh yeah?" she stopped moving her hands and took two steps away from me.

"Is it because you want Weslin more than you want me?"

I scowled at her. "No! It's because I have no idea what's going on between us."

"I know that you wouldn't let anyone else call you baby while I was gone, I know you didn't want anyone else to touch you," she closed the gap she'd just made between us to boldly put her hands on my ass.

"But now," she continued "you respond so strongly to my touch, I might think you've been yearning for me the whole time. I might think that you called Weslin by my name more than once in the bedroom. It's funny because she likes you so much, she doesn't care. I might think you like me so much, you don't care how you fill that void from my absence. But I'm here now, so why not just let me do that for you?" She went through all her words slowly like a content spider approaching a bug in its trap. Just to make sure she'd remained uninterrupted; she pressed her palm against my lips. Afterward, she removed her hand and quickly replaced it with her lips.

I kissed her back. My body was so hot I was afraid I might have actually developed the ability to set things ablaze. She grabbed my hair from the base of my skull and twisted her hand into it, ensuring that I would not move. I wondered for a moment if this was the genuine Jemma, or like she'd mention earlier, if she just behaved based off of my fantasies. The thought was quickly in and out as she started backing up, when she met her destination, she turned and pushed me onto the bed.

"You want this, right?" She asked, still standing at the edge of the bed.

I looked her in the eyes for a moment. It was just enough time for me to break out of the spell arousal had cast over me. Still, I spread my legs just a bit and looked away from her. I knew I was blushing, how my body betrayed me.

"Good, baby, I'm really glad you didn't let anyone else touch you."

She straddled me and with no hesitation slid her hand between my legs, I moaned and gently rocked my hips against her touch.

"You're mine," she hissed out possessively near my ear. From there, any gentleness she had disappeared. She tore the fabric in her way and claimed me. It felt amazing to be touched by her when I had spent a lot of time over the last few weeks thinking she'd never touch me again. It didn't take long at all for me to have an orgasm. I gripped her back and hid my face against the nape of her neck, finally able to allow myself to be absolutely uncontrolled without the fear of accidentally killing my partner. Just when my breathing slowed, and I thought she could be done; she was lowering herself down my body. I watched her descent, as she made it, she tore fabric, kissing and licking her way down until it looked like I had on nothing but an open vest. She blew air against my folds and I tensed up. It felt good, but in an odd and new way.

We made eye contact and she smiled widely at me. "Do you trust me?"

"No," I responded immediately.

"Hurtful. You've never had anything anal, right?"

"Uh..." I realized where she was going with that immediately and felt nervous.

"Don't worry, if you don't like it, I'll stop."

Then I felt one of her fingers intruding where I'd never thought anything would enter. It was an odd sensation, but I could feel myself getting wetter in response to it, so I didn't protest. When she actually entered, I gasped. It hurt just a bit, but mostly it was just a different sensation that still felt good, not as good as when her fingers were in my pussy, but it'd have to do. Suddenly, two fingers plugged my unfilled hole, and I could feel them brush against the finger below through the thin membrane. I was very vocal in my pleasure and didn't think it could get better when her tongue suddenly pressed against my clit.

The feelings were overwhelming, and I put both of my hands into her curly mane as I thrusted myself against her. She was on a mission, occasionally she'd slide her tongue around the length of my slit and I'd whimper. We stayed like that through my next three orgasms when she finally and suddenly stopped at the beginning of my third. She sat back on her knees, watching me as my body twitched and I wiggled. I put my own hand between my legs to continue the sensation, and then I finally relaxed.

I felt embarrassed as I watched her watching me, but she only smirked.

"Do you want more, Kaelin?"

I sighed, but she didn't wait for me to answer. Instead she put her fingers back in me and moved them around a bit.

"It seems that you do."

I wasn't sure what was happening between us, but I felt ashamed. I felt ashamed that I had been with so many different girls in just the few weeks of us being separate, I felt ashamed that I let her touch me where no one else ever had. I felt ashamed that I couldn't say no to her because I did want her, and I felt ashamed at how selfish it felt to let her fuck me into oblivion when I hadn't touched her yet. As I lay there with my shame, she climbed off of the bed and put on her strap on.

"On all fours, head down, please." I obliged. She rested her hands on my hips and leveled herself with me. The tip of her strap at my entrance.

"You want this?" She cooed at me, maintaining a gentle pressure against but not enough to penetrate. However, it was enough for my body to respond as I pushed myself back, allowing the phallus to enter. I moaned, and she began thrusting slowly.

"I like the way you answered, baby."

Somewhere in it all, she ended up pushing my whole body down, her body flush against mine as she fucked me. She nibbled along my nape, carefully marking me without feeding. She slowed herself down and finally came to a full stop.

"Don't stop please," I gasped out, wiggling myself against her.

She chuckled at me and reached around my front, forcing me to arch up to give her the room to move. She circled a finger around my clit and licked my ear.

"You're so fucking needy," she whispered right before she started fucking me again. She grabbed my hair with her free hand and bit into my neck. I marveled at her surprising self-control- she wasn't feeding. She continued her assault on my clitoris all the while.

I know that at some point that night, she stopped, and I vaguely remember her stroking my hair before I fell asleep, but when I woke up, she wasn't there. I groaned and took a moment to gather myself before tuning in on my home, I looked for my burner phone so I could let Weslin know she couldn't come over anymore, but I couldn't find it. It wasn't hard to pick up the scent of French toast wafting through my home, letting me know that Jemma had not left.

Knowing she was still in the house was enough for me to relax despite waking up alone, and I went into the shower washing away all the various fluids from the previous night. I relaxed into the scolding hot water until I was finally ready to go downstairs and eat.

"A sight for sore eyes," she smiled at me. I quirked a brow at her, despite the fantastic sex of the previous day, we hadn't really talked things through and the last thing we'd done before hand was fight.

"Thank you..." I took my seat, "We should talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," she mumbled.

I took a deep breath and took a bite of the French toast in front of me, it was accompanied by pork sausage and a small bowl of sweet farina.

"We can talk about how carb heavy this meal is. Where's my vegetables? This isn't what I paid you for," I tried to sound serious, but ended up snickering a bit when I said 'vegetables.'

"Not my fault you've got like nothing in the fridge by the time I get back. Huge sign that you can't be..." her voice faltered out and she sighed, getting up. "I'll be right back."

I searched her face, she looked hurt.

"No, Jemma. Look, let's just talk."

She stayed put and stared across at me, wiping all signs of emotion from her face.

"Okay then Kaelin, speak."

"I've never done this before, well... not in a long time. You need to understand my last serious relationship was with Ferdinand, and I killed him. The last people I loved were my parents, I killed them. I've been an ice queen for fifteen years... I—"