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Chapter 17

A few days have passed with Trent teaching Viola as he did so many times with his warrior troops during the centuries. But now he had just one disciple. And she was so very enthusiastic and insistent that it surprised him time after time. Luckily no one had seen them that dawn when they’ve got home drunk and ended up in the gym. Or at least none of the servants said a word, but they couldn’t be 100% sure. Trent really hoped that if they knew something, they wouldn’t run to their master in the moment he gets back. He saw on Viola that she missed David badly, but she never said a word about it. Trent started to get a bit angry at his friend, because he didn’t call or anything to reassure her that he was okay. But of course he knew that on some of the Elder’s missions there was no opportunity to call – or it wasn’t wise to do so. Probably that’s why they didn’t know a thing from David. And there was another faint feeling forming inside of him, which he couldn’t name first. It was something like… envy. Yes, he realized that he envied his friend a bit, because he was awaited home by someone, who loved him. Trent never was a real romantic kind of guy, he had little experience with women’s emotions. He took what he needed, as warriors often do, and didn’t care later what the women he knew felt. He had more important things, he had tasks to do, he had to live up to his clan’s expectations. He had to protect his world and the other vampires and of course the council. But now, under the hard mask of the warrior, something has changed. And he didn’t know what to do with it.

He was sitting in a long ball room by the grand piano. He knew that his friend liked music and could play on several instruments, but he himself knew how to play some of them too. In his childhood his mother had thought him how to play the piano, for example. He had some sweet and rare memories from those times. He had few such nice ones compared to the terrible things he’d lived through in his long life. He missed his childhood, when he wasn’t a merciless warrior yet. He shook his head. He didn’t know why he had such things on his mind lately. Probably it was because of Viola’s presence.

He opened the lid of the keys and ran his fingertips on it. It was quite a while ago since he’d played. But his fingers found the right keys and melody with ease. He closed his eyes and got lost in the nice, but somehow sad song he played. It reflected the whirlwind of his emotions inside.

The melody was floating in the air and the sounds were bittersweet, still very inviting. Suddenly he felt her presence very near to him. He looked up and saw Viola straight behind his back at about ten feet away. First feeling of his was shock and then shame and anger. No one could do this to him ever, he made a mental note to himself how careless he was. He knew here in the castle it is all safe but a warrior cannot allow himself not to be alert at all times. On the other side, she was proud and happy for Viola cuz he realized she is on her way to become a hell of a vampire born to be human or not. Appearing and reappearing suddenly was a trademark of vampires. And if you take that she had to use her very feet to walk on them instead of materializing and dematerializing as his kind so often did! Viola saw the changes in his mind, when he didn't shield it, which he could if he really wanted to, she could communicate with him without words, just thoughts exchanging in their heads inside.

"Beautiful song Trent, can you play it again for me?"

He just looked at her for a long moment then nodded. "Sure" he said then turned back to the piano and started it again. In the next moment he saw from the corner of his eye that she sat down next to him onto the piano bench he was sitting on. He moved a bit further, because her closeness made him uneasy. She didn't say a word, just watched his fingers dancing on the keys.

"My mother had taught me this a long time ago. She liked music."

"I bet she was a sophisticated woman" she noted on a soft tone.

"Yes" the short answer came and she sensed that he didn't really want to talk about her.

"I always liked the sound of the piano, but never had the chance to learn to play on any instruments."

Trent remained silent for a moment then muttered under his nose: "I can teach you if you want."

Viola shyly said a soft yes. She was always missing to be properly educated and she was as happy as a schoolgirl in first grade that she can learn all kind of things. True that these were way beyond the formal education system but even for those who lived there and thought they fit into modern society it wasn't really working. And she was belonged no more to them, she had a new world and so many new things to learn. She quietly slid a bit closer to Trent and he started to explain what part is what and doing what on the instrument. He said that she should know the structure of the whole thing before she could hit just one note. It was not boring though cuz Trent was a good teacher. In so many ways he was like Viola. Coming from a simple family and fighting with life all the way along. All he reached he reached by himself. He never just got respect from others because of his noble blood or wealth, he had neither. Yes, he was a true blooded vampire, but he had to earn each and every morsel of the respect he got.

She listened to him intently and tried to save every morsel of information into her memory. Of course she’d noticed that she can remember and learn things easier now. The vampire blood in her veins was like an energy boost in this too. Trent explained her where the notes could be found on the piano’s keys, he made her practice and memorize them then he soon showed her an easy melody which she had to copy. And she did. After feeling a bit unsure, she started to feel what it was about.

The vampire was satisfied with her even if sometimes she hit the wrong key. He leant closer to show her a trick and that was when his scent hit Viola’s nose. She found it very pleasant. She remembered it from that night when she’d slept in his arms. She wouldn’t be able to describe what it was like, but it remembered her on dark, autumn woods on a clear starry night. She didn’t know where this picture came from – maybe from his head? She turned her head and now she was just inches from him.

The man realized the situation and he got confused from the look in her eyes. He couldn’t tell what was in them, but it made him broke off mid-sentence and suddenly he felt himself like a little schoolboy. Like an idiot. Trent realized now what Viola already knew with her female instinct, that there is a fatal attraction between them and staying so close to each other could mean trouble.

Trent was not sure how to react but continued teaching Viola. All his senses were distracted by this woman sitting next to him and he kept saying in his mind that she is Dave's bride. Suddenly, he also heard a tinkling voice in his mind that was saying: "True, Trent dear, but I am also your friend. We are so alike, please don't be afraid of me!"

He wasn't afraid of Viola, he didn't want to lose David's friendship. And didn't want to hurt David.
Although Dave was an excellent warrior and terrifying in his anger Trent just knew that he is better. He would kill his friend for sure if David attacks him if anything happens and he discovers the truth.

"You won't have to" he heard in his head then nothing else came.

He shielded his mind so that Viola couldn't read in it anymore. He suddenly had to put some distance between them, cuz he found her scent more than mouthwatering, so he stood up and nervously walked a bit further. Yes, he wanted her badly. But he saw this whole thing as a test. Yes, his loyalty was tested this way. And he'll win over his lust. It was just physical lust for this intoxicating female body.

"What is it? Something's wrong?" she asked aloud and Trent turned back to her.

She seemed sad and so fragile. He could crush her just with a tighter embrace. After all she was still human, no matter how much she'd changed lately. And all of a sudden his anger evaporated. Somehow he knew that she was lonely and desperately needed his company to put her mind off of worrying about David. And he calmed down and sat back next to her. "No. Everything's fine."

"Good. Then... please teach me some more melodies" she asked and her eyes were hopeful like a child's eye who's afraid of rejection.

"Sure" he nodded and went on with explaining things to her. He'll be able to win this fight in his head as well, just like he'd won countless other fights in his past.

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She felt his hand sliding on her body again while they shared a greedy and urgent kiss. His heavy masculine scent and power filled all her senses and she wanted to get closer to him. Her moan nearly turned into a scream as he reached between her legs to touch her soaking wet folds. The man over her pulled back a bit and locked eyes with her, a small smile played around the corner of his lips. His eyes glowed contentedly from the wetness he felt on his fingertips.

She put her arms and legs around the muscular body “Come on… come on Trent and fuck me!” she breathed on a pleading voice “I need you!” she bucked her hips against the tip of his long hard cock she wanted to feel deep inside her body so badly. She pulled him closer with all of her might, her shaking body tensing in anticipation. She loved all those muscles bulging over her. She wanted to lick along his old scars, she wanted to taste his dizzying pure blood, but most of all she wanted him to finally impale her on his cock.

The vampire over her growled and moved his hips forward to grant her wish. Viola jerked on the bed as she felt him slide deeper and deeper into her throbbing channel. She screamed out loud from the mixture of pain and joy as he didn’t stop but set a quick pace right away, plunging into her mercilessly, just like she needed.

“Oh god, Trent!!! Oh god, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!” she screamed and scratched along his broad back and shoulders, drawing blood with her sharp nails. The moving man over her growled and pushed harder into her shaking body, making her gasp for air with every move.

Then she felt a light touch on her face and she opened her eyes to look up curiously. “My love, it’s time for some work, don’t you think?” the other dark-haired man grinned down at her kneeling close to her head and offered his hard dick with one hand, the other gently pulling her upwards to be able to push himself into her hot mouth.

Viola obeyed and moaned her pleasure onto Dave’s cock while the other was moving maddeningly in her soaking wet pussy. She closed her eyes and nearly purred from the taste of her lover’s treasure, which went deeper and deeper into her mouth. She played on the hard and sensitive flesh with her skilled tongue, making Dave groan loud over her. She thought that he looked very hot as she went on with sucking him hard and looked up into the dark pools of his irises which seemed to glow in the same time. She gasped for air and let him out of her mouth to look down at Trent, who leant to her breast and bit it to draw some blood while sucking on her hardened flesh. His hips didn’t stop for a single second and she felt herself closing to her orgasm more and more – especially when he felt Trent’s fingers on her clit, rubbing it frantically. She didn’t have much time to realize what was happening and nearly chocked on Dave’s cock as he pushed it back between her lips, shooting her thick load into her throat in the same moment as her great orgasm shook over her whole body and milked the warrior’s pulsing dick dry…

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Viola opened her eyes with a big moan as she felt the familiar throbbing between her legs and felt her wetness still oozing from her entrance thanks to the intense orgasm she had during her heated dream. And what a dream! Was Trent playing mind tricks on her? No, she didn’t think he’d be this rude with her – not after the last days’ happenings – and she didn’t sense his presence in her room anyway.

She freed her sweaty naked body from the light blanket that twisted around her during her dream. This must be a sick joke of her own subconscious. Was this what she truly wanted? It was true that she missed David terribly, but he looked at Trent as a friend. Did she? Okay, she felt that the warrior is having some trouble with his desires around her – it was clear from the way he sometimes looked at her, but she thought that it was just some physical desire. Now she tried to calm down and look into herself as she was sitting in the middle of the huge bed with her legs pulled up. She leant on her knees and stared at the sheet in front of her. ‘What do I exactly feel towards Trent?’ she asked herself, but couldn’t answer.

After some minutes she sighed and went to take a shower and prepare herself for the day. She was sure the vampire will come up with some kind of practice for her. And she was right. Just when she finished her light breakfast Trent appeared in the door and explained what they’ll do that day. He led her out next to the castle where a quite big grassy meadow lay. On their way to this place Viola tried to carefully observe Trent and her feelings around him. She managed to do this without him noticing anything on her.

“Ready?” he threw a quarter-staff to her, watching Viola catch it easily.

“Yeah” she nodded and tried to concentrate on his explanations and later on his attack.

They fought for quite some time when Trent decided to use some more force against her, but Viola ducked his attack with her staff and managed to kick out his leg. Unluckily its result was that both of them fell on the ground and as she felt his weight on her body, some pictures of her dream flashed before her eyes of a naked and sweaty Trent with messy hair, moaning her name. She could hear that echoing lustful voice in her mind and her lips parted as she felt her heartbeat quicken. Yes, she found him attractive too… ‘Shit…’ she thought and in the next moment she found herself alone on the ground. She felt confused and not just because of her feelings but from Trent’s reaction too. As she sat up she saw him crouching a few feet away and now she could read neither in his stern expression nor in his mind. Silence fell upon them.

‘What’s going on?’ Trent thought and tried to force a neutral mask onto his face. In the moment he felt the pheromones of her lust, he felt the urge to get away from her as far as possible. ‘This isn’t good…’ he frowned as he watched her sit up properly and let her lock eyes with him. Both of them looked confused at each other as the soft warm breeze of spring blew through the meadow.

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