(For Nicholas…my true inspiration.)
Catherine contained to drink from Nicolai, tasting how sweet his blood was as it moved into her mouth and down her throat. But it did not hold the sweetness of Neganda's blood, though this did not matter. It was the blood of her brother, and that made it sweet. She kept his wrist at her mouth a moment longer, feeling Nicolai's fangs still at her throat. She sighed softly, pulling her fangs from his wrist, wrapping both arms around his waist. She whispered softly to him, " Nicolai. I am glad you wanted to remain with me and Neganda." Nicolai turned his eyes to her, Whispering softly in her mind [ I did not want to loose you again, my sister. I could not bear that thought].
Catherine smiled softly as Nicolai took his fangs from her neck, kissing the wound so it would heal over. He turned his head, and brought his lips to hers, kissing her softly. Catherine smiled softly under his kiss, brushing her hands slowly across his black wings, feeling that they were softer than before. His change must have done this. She whispered against his lips as the kissed, " Nicolai, your wings are softer… smoother.” He smiled against her lips " Yes, that is true. I could feel them change, as I changed on the inside, and out. Neganda's blood is strong, and powerful enough to cause these changes." He kissed her softly a moment longer, then sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Catherine sighed as he brought her closer, seeing Neganda smiling out from the corner of her eye. She could tell he was happy. Their bond would be strong, and their love would be even stronger.
Neganda moved to stand behind Catherine, his hands on her arms, moving up and down slowly and softly against her silken skin. The dress she wore was sleeveless, the back of it tight and the front daringly cut quite low indeed. Neganda ran his fingers over the place where Nicolai had fed from her. Catherine closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side even though she remained in Nicolai’s embrace. Nicolai’s arms remained around her waist, holding her tightly against him, his eyes ever watchful as Neganda’s fangs slid into his mouth and brushed against Catherine’s neck ever so softly.