I, Vampire Part 2: Homecoming
My name is Thomas, my story began in the minor work, “I, Vampire, Beginnings” it continues here in.
Homecoming
It had been more than sixteen years since I had seen my home – my mortal family. They would have changed, grown older, while I would not have changed at all.
My journey home had been a long and convoluted one, I was forced to make my way to the town of my mortal birth travelling only at night – resting during the daylight hours. I had been able to bring sufficient treasure with me from the island to finance my travels – as well as to clothe myself in more fashionable attire.
It took almost a year to reach my destination – there I was greeted by dreadful news. In my absence my family had died, all save my young sister Bess.
Bess was my youngest sibling, she was but ten when I left home – now she would be a woman grown.
I learned that she had married and, with her husband Jacob, lived on the family land.
Just after sunset, I arrived at the door of the great house and lifted the knocker.
The door was opened by a large black. I handed him my calling card, and I asked to see the mistress of the house.
The servant left me in the foyer and went to seek Bess.
In moments a strikingly beautiful woman descended the stairs, her eyes locked onto mine. I detected hints of both recognition and disbelief in her glowing blue eyes.
“Good sir,” she began politely, “you resemble my late brother, and bear the same name. But he is dead these many years – and you are so young.” She could not believe I was alive.
“Do you remember that spring when you climbed the oak tree near the stable? How you fell and cut your side?” I looked into her eyes – they deepened in color.
She began to realize that I was, in fact, her brother.
“I don’t know how – but I know you are Thomas.” Bess threw herself into my arms, her body wracking with sobs, “We all knew you were dead. How did – how could – I’m so confused.” She smiled through her tears and kissed my face.
“Tell me of your husband,” I said, holding my sister close.
“His name is Jacob, Jacob Funtleroy. We were married five years ago, right after Father died.”
“Why does he live on our fathers land? Has he no property of his own?”
“His family lost all they had and were bound over for debtors prison. Were it not for the income from this place, they would have been deported.”
“So, you are supporting them all, and paying their debts,” I said with more than a hint of disapproval.
Bess smiled and nodded, I was dismayed by her naivete’.
“And what does Jacob do to support HIS family?” I inquired, I was beginning to dislike this man – a lot.
“Well – he’s trying to regain his family’s fortune, of course.”
“And how is he doing that?”
Bess had no chance to answer for Jacob chose that moment to return home. His breath reeked of ale and his clothing of rosewater. I knew where he had been, but Bess, dear sweet Bess, had no idea.
“Who the Hell is HE?” he shouted – thrusting a finger at me as he swayed in a drunken stupor.
“He’s my brother, Thomas, the one . . .”
“Your damned brother’s dead – like the rest of your worthless family.” He stumbled and fell into a large chair.
Before I could retaliate, he was passed out and snoring loudly.
Bess tried to go to him, but my hand on her wrist restrained her. The movement caused the sleeve of her frock to ride up and reveal the scars of ropes. Ropes tied too tightly – and too often.
“What are these Bess?”
“Jacob thinks I’m too independent – so he punishes me.”
“Do you enjoy it?” I let my mind probe hers.
“Not when he’s been drinking. When he’s drunk he hurts me.” She turned and shrugged the frock from her shoulders to reveal the crisscross scars of a whip.
I was too furious to do anything but hold her at arms length. When I had calmed down, I entered her mind and revealed myself to her as I was now.
Bess accepted me as I was and moved into my arms – her arms moving around my neck.
“Welcome home – my brother,” she whispered as she kissed me – on the mouth.
This was not the kiss of brother and sister – it was filled with the fire of passion – the intensity of lust as her tongue sought entrance to my mouth.
I opened my lips and our tongues played and danced – the heat of our kiss rising, our bodies responding to the desire we were calling forth.
It was I that broke the kiss – again holding Bess at arms length.
“Why did you not tell me this when I first arrived?” I wanted to know.
“I didn’t even know you were alive. How could I pour out my soul to the brother I had loved and lost sixteen years ago.” Sobs wracked her body as I gathered her into my arms again.
She lifted her face to me – her lustrous eyes half closed and filled with tears, passion and love. Her soft red lips parted in invitation.
Our kiss, this time, was a searing union of two beings, each trying to inhale the soul of the other.
When, at last, the breathless separation came, Bess took my hand and led me into the bedchamber.
“I have wanted you since I was a child – you have always been the one I desired. Even when Jacob was inside me, it was you I was making love to.”
As she spoke, she unfastened her frock and let it fall to the floor. Quickly she disposed of the rest of her clothing and stood before me – naked, a radiant goddess. Her hair, like spun gold, reflected the candlelight, her eyes glowing with the fire of the passion that burned within them. Bess’ breasts were firm and high set. Her nipples were an inviting dark red – her waist was amazingly slender, it flared out to smooth rounded hips that trailed off to firm tapered thighs and graceful columns of her legs.
She turned around so that I might see all of her.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked coyly, her eyes smoldering, her dark red nipples growing firm.
“Yes – yes I like what I see very much – and I desire you.”
She approached and fell to her knees before me. Quickly she had my breeches undone and around my ankles. Her hands took my awakening cock in their soft – tender grasp.
I looked at my beautiful sister and whispered “I cannot receive pleasure with any but my own kind. But I can pleasure you.”
