Sweeter Than Wine

The Venom

*George's POV*

John appears quickly in the doorway, "hey, wha-" he cuts himself off and runs over to ______ passed out on the floor, blood streaked down her chin and neck, "what happened!?"

I shrug, "I was coming up here to get her, and as I was outside the door I heard her groaning. Then I come in to this." I gesture to her mouth.

John looks confused, "what about her mouth?" I gently push her top lip up, revealing her normal teeth. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, "what?"

John leans in, "what indeed. You feeling alright George?" I scoff at him, "of course I'm feeling bloody alright, she had fangs when I came in here." John raises his eyebrow at my snapback, crouching down next to her.

He picks up a book that was placed face down, eyes scanning the text rapidly. After a minute I ask, "what's it say?" John reads for another minute before answering, "it's saying stuff about her, the Psyche. She can give people blood, and turn their lives around...she can bite people to give them blood. So she just extended her fangs for the first time.." We both suck air through our teeth, remembering the skull cracking pain.

I frown, my mind focusing on one thing he said, "she can give people blood to change their lives around...like..Samuel.." John's eyes widen as he realizes the gravity of this knowledge, "we can't allow her to do anything to put her at risk...or at the very least we've got to help her perfect a technique..." I nod in agreement as I scoop her into my arms, bringing her into John's room since its the closest.

John fetches a rag to wipe the blood off of her, as I touch her face tenderly, making her groan. "Shhh, love, the pain won't last forever..." John rushes back in with the warm rag, gently wiping off her chin and neck. She makes a noise, and speaks low, voice quivering, "I...it..it hurts so much..." My heart leaps into my throat seeing, and now hearing, the amount of pain she's in. "Darling.." I whisper, my voice choked.

John touches the rag to her swollen lips, causing her to sharply yell. My heart drops to my stomach as I grip her hand tightly.

  *Your POV*

All I can feel is pain, a white hot searing pain, worse than anything I could possibly imagine. I open my eyes to see George, eyes shut tightly, gripping my hand. I shift my eyes, seeing John. We lock eyes, mine filled with pain, tears threatening to fall.

"John..." I whisper, cringing at the deep ache. "I'm going to try something, love. It's going to seem strange, but I need you to trust me, okay?" I nod weakly, not caring what he was going to do as long as it stopped the pain.

I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it was going to work. Suddenly I feel John's lips creep up my neck. "john?" I question, not understanding where he was going with this. I hear George speak, "John...oh, I see..brilliant thinking!"

John's lips brush mine tenderly, but even the softest of kisses has me pulling back in utter agony. John gently holds my head still, "trust me, sweetheart, just this little bit of pain, and it'll all be over, okay?" His breath is hot on my face, calming me slightly, and I nod, bracing myself for the disorienting pangs of suffering.

John presses his lips to mine again, slowly moving his lips, gradually bringing our kiss to a passionate level. The pain is overwhelming and my mind buzzes like a swarm of angry wasps, but I stay strong, knowing John is only trying to help.

His tongue darts out and brushes against my bottom lip, I grant him access, the throbbing pain reaching the top of its crescendo. Tears stream from my closed eyes as John's expert tongue slides around my gum line, gently caressing the newfound slits above my canine teeth.

After a few seconds, a numbing relief spreads through my entire mouth, and I moan out in joy and relief. John takes this as his cue, and slowly pulls his face back. My eyes remain shut as I relish the normalcy returned to my mouth. Finally I say, "how'd you do that?" sitting up, looking at their smiling faces.

"Well, to put it simply, we've got venom in our saliva that can seal wounds." John says, beaming at his brilliance. I nod my head thoughtfully, remembering back to my first day with them when John attacked me, I awoke without wounds on my neck. He must have done the same back then.

George presses his lips to my hand, "I couldn't stand seeing you suffer...I'm glad this worked.." I let out a small sigh of relief, "me too.." My mind wanders back to the passage I read earlier, particularly the part that said if one vampire gets too greedy and keeps me for himself, I will slowly die.

I gasp out loud as the realization hits me. "What??!" George and John say in unison. "I snap my fingers, "that's it! That's why I died...." I tap my chin with my finger, staring thoughtfully into space. "Care to explain, love?" John asks, confused by my sudden nonsense.

"The venom!" I exclaim, "that's what killed me! It was because only..he..bit me. The rest was drawn out through needles. I was slowly poisoned to death from the venom..." George's eyebrows raise, "yeah, that does make sense..it's good you've got all of us then, eh love?"

John waggles his eyebrows, grinning seductively, "that's very true, I think I deserve a reward for making you realize..a life saving reward.." John grabs me suddenly, grasping my hair in his fist, he gently tugs it back, earning himself a small moan from me.

He teases me with gentle swirls of his tongue, and I grow impatient, "just have me, you damn tease." I growl out, tugging on his shirt. I feel him smile against my throat just before he bites roughly.

I sigh in release, tilting my head more, urging John on. He groans, pulling his teeth out, a cocky grin on his lips, "thanks love, tastes brilliant as ever!" He releases me and tips an imaginary hat to me.

I scoff, my mouth hanging open in shock, "what...but...you didn't even.." George and John laugh. I clench my teeth, about to chew them out, but think better of myself, and clear my mind. Focusing on my boys, and my love.

My lips pull back into an almost snarl, and I feel a slight pressure on my gums. The feeling of my fangs elongating is satisfying, and I moan, pleased that it no longer hurts.

I grin mischievously, "okay boys, who wants to be the guinea pig?" They look to each other and back at me again, then point to one another.

I stand with speed and grace, grabbing onto John and tipping him back slightly, like one would a dancing partner.

John struggles a bit, "this feels wrong..this is what I'm supposed to do you..." I grin wickedly down at him, "I know, it's one hell of a price to pay for teasing me..."

I graze my fangs over John's pulse point, feeling him shiver, I whisper seductively in his ear, "if it's so wrong, why aren't you stopping me?"

John bites his lip, looking away. I press my fangs a bit harder, hearing John let out an excited gasp, his hardness making it's presence known against my thigh.

I casually straighten up, releasing John from my hold. I curtesy to him, kissing George on the cheek as I saunter out of the room, being sure to sway my hips.