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Having a.. Vampire boyfriend certainly had its perks.. most of the time, anyway. Copia was a sweetheart down to the core. One thing that you just couldn't do was hide if you were on your period, he could smell the blood. The scent always drove him crazy, but you never really let him have a taste- didn't let him help with your cramping, which he understood it was a bit.. strange so he never pushed. He respected you too much to constantly pester you about it.. but that didn't mean he didn't think about it, and truthfully, you did too. More than you'd like to admit.

Your cramps were rather bad this time around, so much so that you were desperate for any bit of relief. That's when you remembered when your boyfriend mentioned orgasms helping.. and him being a vampire.. and always wanting to have a taste, at this point? You threw caution out the window. Fuck it.

"Copiaaa..."

Came your whine, causing his head to peek into the room curiously, head tilting to the side like he was a puppy and not a vampire.

"What's wrong...?"

Copia asked curiously as he stepped inside the room, and over to where you laid curled, hands pushing into the flesh of your abdomen for relief. He could tell you were in pain.

"...I've been thinking about your.. offer. I think i'd like to give it a try."

Your voice was... weak, but the excitement that covered Copia's face was immediate. The Cardinal was ecstatic that you were finally accepting his offer, letting him have the taste he'd craved for so.. so long. With a small nod, he practically dove onto the bed. You were pushed onto your back, Copia situated between them comfortably. He ran his nose over your slightly exposed abdomen, down to the front of your underwear and took in a big sniff. His body trembled. He probably looked incredibly perverted, but the scent of your blood made him salivate, no matter where it came from.

Copia continued to nose your pussy through your underwear before he bit the elastic and pulled down the fabric, his fangs scraping against your flesh on occasion. The sight of your folds covered in the scarlet liquid had him popping a boner instantly. The sight.. the smell.. oh, Copia was going to love this.

Without another word spoken, he dove in. He was messy as his nose bumped your bloody clit and his tongue darted up and down your folds, the blood coating his tongue and face essentially. Copia moaned into your pussy as he pushed closer, his hips beginning to rut down against the bed.

Your moans filled the room as Copia ate you out like you were his last meal and he was on death row.. He always got so into it when he'd eat your pussy, but the addition of your blood had him going feral. His tongue swirled your entrance and trailed up to your clit, his lips curling around it and he gave a hard suck.

Your hips bucked up into his mouth as you came with a cry of his name. When you looked down and saw his face with blood smeared over it, and that shit eating grin with bloody teeth, you almost came again from that alone.

"Get comfortable, Amore mio, we're not leaving the bed for a while."

Copia's voice was husky and smooth before he dove back down and began lapping at your pussy again. Your hips jerked since you were sensitive from having just came, but your period made you sensitive either way. Your noises grew in volume and got breathier from the overstimulation of him licking you, fingers digging into your thighs to keep them upright, his hips rocking into the bed.

Perpetua wasn't one to veer off the set list, especially so late in a ritual. But something- premonition, gut feeling, instinct, whatever you want to call it- was telling him to change his final song. It was yelling at him internally, practically chiselling through his bone marrow to change the list. He knew his ghouls would be pissed, and yet. And yet…

Here he stood, lights about to flash on him a final time, a final goodbye to their worshipers. The strums of Excelsis started to play, and he felt himself settle in to his role.

But no matter how much he tried to fit himself into the role the satanic church demanded of him, something ached within him to be free. He longed to transform into his creature form, to pluck his brother from his responsibilities, to fly away from this life they had been thrusted into without choice.

"It is the end of your penitence." He started, voice crooning into the microphone, low and melancholy.

"It is the end of your sadness and pain. It's the return to your innocence. It is the end of a life grieved in vain…"

He thought about his mother, Sister, a woman he had never met. A woman who was both hated and loved by their ministry, and the parish he used to be part of.

"Everybody leaves one day, I know it hurts Everybody goes away. You will too, I will too."

Perpetua thought about how he had been plucked from his flock, even if they didn't like him, they were still his first family. Besides, he came from one family who disliked him, what was another?

"Come with me to the rainbow's end. Come with me to the Holy Land. Come with me… You will too, I will too."

Again, his thoughts drifted to his parents. A father he never knew, a mother he briefly got to speak to. Enough to know his place, his legacy, but not what she liked to eat, or why he had different eyes, or even where the Beast mark came from. Why he was given to the catholic church as a little girl, discarded like yesterday's newspaper.

He sang, locking eyes with the camera in front of him. It stayed focused on him, and on the screens you could make out a faint shimmer of tears in his mismatched eyes.

Perpetua poured every nasty word he had been given at the orphanage, every demeaning look from superiors, every time his brother left his messages on read and didn't answer his calls. He poured every lonely, sad feeling he had into his voice, and he could see numerous faces from the pit looking up at him, tears ruining their makeup.

"You will too, I will too. Excel, excel. Excel, excel. This is the end of the avenue. I am afraid of eternity, too…"

Perpetua ended with a wistful sigh, letting his makeup be ruined as tears washed over him. In this final moment, he sang for his brother, praying to every deity he didn't believe in that this time, this time, Copia would hear him.

That final moment strung out, as he let his hand stretch out, palm up, towards the camera. Reaching across space and time to his twin, hoping to make a connection in any way he could.

The lights dimmed.

The crowd cheered in a roar through choked sobs, and Perpetua let his hand fall. He had failed again.

He trudged himself off stage, waving off the ghouls and ghoulettes concerns. He was fine, he promised through a pretty lie, just a bit tired.

A week later, the tour had ended, and he was back home in the Ministry, reviewing the footage for the final Ghoulbanger Ball on Youtube. He watched himself parade around the stage, flouncy like a peacock. He watched his final performance, where he tried to reach Copia again.

Just as the video ended, a message came through.

He almost didn't check it, but his creature instincts were never wrong. They said it was important.

He clicked his phone on, and there, a message from his twin.

5:43 PM.

Can we meet right now?

5:44 PM

If that is okay?

Perpetua's stomach dropped, and his heart with it. Fear flooded him, wondering why now, what had changed, and if this was a sick prank.

Still, he decided to hope. A nebulous, tremulous thing, hope was. He hoped and hoped for this to be true.

5:44 PM

I'll come to you.

He waited for the message with where he was- a courtyard not far from his bedroom. He barely had himself zipped into his clothing and shoes before he was running out. Briefly, he entertained the idea of transforming into la creatura, but he chose to meet his brother with a guard up first. Depending on how it went, he could place himself in a vulnerable position, letting himself be either heartbroken a final time, or seen by his remaining blood.

The moon was fat and bright, and the wind picked up the scent of the flowers the ghouls liked to take care of, the siblings when they were on tour.

Underneath an old willow, stood a figure cloaked in shadow. He slowed down, breath coming in scared pants. His undead heart was beating a mile a minute, so pungent was his fear and desperation.

As he came closer, the dying leaves crunched under his half laced boots. The figure turned, and Perpetua crooned low in his throat at the blank face of his brother.

"Perpetua- Vincent."

His name, his real name, that he had picked after looking through a baby name list.

"Copia." Perpetua whispered, hand reaching out to touch his brother, real and in the flesh.

Copia swallowed, and raised a shaking hand to grasp hands with his brother. Their leather gloves squeaked against one another, and it would have made Perpetua smile at any other moment. As it was, he was barely holding it together.

"You're here. You're real." Perpetua's voice was full of wonder and hope.

Copia's face did a complicated gesture. He settled on pity. "I came prepared to hate you. An upsuper, I thought. But… It wasn't really your fault, was it? It was just… easier to hate you. To be mad at you; a nameless, faceless person."

Perpetua shuffled closer, wanting to see his brother under the moonlight.

Copia sighed, deep from within his chest. "I can't hate you, Vincent. I just couldn't. You're my little brother. My twin."

Under the moonlight, it was like looking into a mirror, but not. Like the folklorical tales of doppleganger. It was almost uncanny, how similar yet different they were.

Perpetua was lanky and lean, where Copia was shorter than him and more filled out. The eyes though, those revealed their souls. Copia looked at him with a mixture of pity, regret, and the hint of fondness that could bloom into brotherly love.

Perpetua was full on crying by this point. Fat, hot tears rolled down his unpainted face. With a shudder, he revealed his creatura side, wings unfurling with a soft sound of displaced wind. They were long, and leathery. His fangs peeked out through his lips, and his nails elongated into talons. He chirped, and Copia smiled at him.

With a twin shudder, Copia unfurled his own wings, shorter than his, but still the same pitch black, the same leather quality. His own fangs were shorter as well, more of a traditional vampire than a creature, but it didn't matter to Perpetua. Copia could be a regular mortal, but he would still be his brother.

"Come here, you big softie." Copia laughed, tugging him into a soft, warm hug, their wings overlapping each other.