Vampire

by Amy Mah

  My minds were upset and confused, and yes, I did say minds! Amy was feeling mega odd and seemed to be one of two people sharing the same body. They were both pissed off for different reasons.

  She now had her claws out again: not long nails but claws; you painted long nails, but the only color claws became was red. I knew I was fit and fast and with teeth that could crack bones! But claws were also good, and I had lots of them. The vampire films loved to show naked female vampires with long nails on each finger, but you did not have to be naked nor did you have to have foot-long nails to be a vampire. Amy’s claws were nicely feminine, so when extended they were short: no more than an inch or so. But they were strong: very strong (worrying about breaking a nail had never been a problem) and very sharp.

  Amy kicked off her trainers, and two more sets of claws extended. She had often thought of them as cat claws but not the sort of pet cat that would sharpen them on the furniture. No, these were more of the type that would stay sharp even after ripping down a tree.

  He was talking again, but Amy could not make out what he was saying, as she had once again stepped to one side. He must be playing some vampire mind-control trick on me! Well, I won’t have it!

  He is such an odd male to want to play so much. Amy watched him lay his jacket on the ground…What is a jacket? A soft and warm thing? Now she understood; he wanted her to lie on it; why all the talk? and ….do I have a name? What the heck is a name?

  She knew that she used to have a name: something to mean “me.” Yes, of course I do, so obvious it slipped my mind. That is it; I’m me. I’m a-me. I’m an A-Me, but that does not matter now. Names did not matter anymore. The nest the male had made was calling her. She did not have anything to add, so like the male she removed her outer covering and rolled it up like a pillow, placing it just above the jacket. She then folded her wings, got into a comfortable mating position on his nest, and waited.

  “Take control of yourself, female. You are far too young to be in heat, and my actions are not what you think, Now get up. I promise I will not kill you, but neither am I interested in you for that, so get up, and for pity’s sake, get some control of that body! You are acting like…….”

  At last he is joining me, but why is he still talking? Males are so stupid at times; we have long passed the courting stage. He had tasted her blood and carefully examined her whole body to check if she was in peak condition to breed. Oh yes! I am in perfect breeding condition, so now it is my turn to make the demands.

  He was standing over her, wasting time with words, so she reached up with a hand and locked her claws around what she wanted. The silly male tried to move away, so she hissed and tightened her grip. Males may be so much stronger than females, but this one needs to know that I am now ready, and my claws will stay where they are until he is prepared to satisfy me; either that or he will never pleasure another female ever again.

  Lying down next to her, he began to stroke her fur and make nice noises as she tried to wriggle out of some sort of coverings that were going to get in the way of their coupling.

  Amy

  Chapter 3

  Awake

  Amy slowly awoke, and her sleep had been good, No horrid dreams: this time, just restful sleep, and wow, did she feel good. A strange dream was fast vanishing from her mind, but that was of no importance as she stretched and opened her eyes.

  She looked around and saw that it was still night. She was on a roof, and when she looked down, she saw that she must have been sleeping on a man’s jacket. As Amy’s memory slowly returned, she noticed the owner of the jacket was the tall vampire sitting a few feet away in a ripped shirt, waistcoat and torn trousers; he was just staring out at the city. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she quickly checked to see whether she was dressed. She let out an inward sigh as she noted that she still had on jeans and a t-shirt. Her blood-soaked jumper was nearby and looked like it had been acting as a pillow. Amy’s t-shirt was badly torn, as were her jeans, but at least she was still wearing them, so that meant, well, that meant nothing, as her mind was blank over what had happened and why she was sleeping on his jacket.

  From the state of his clothes, it looked more like they had been fighting than anything else. She remembered a dream of her father stroking her hair along with a dream of giant bat-like creatures flying about massive caves and having sex in the air. OMG! Did I have sex or just dream about it?

  There was no way she was going to ask him. What could she say? Excuse me, but if we just had sex, shouldn’t you at least tell me your name? And if something had happened, shouldn’t she feel different? Just how different? Perhaps some feeling of soreness down below? All Amy could determine was that her whole body felt like it had been hit by a bus, twice.

  Girls’ magazines gave warnings about unprotected sex and drinking too much, but where the hell could you read about not remembering if it was you yourself that had raped a male vampire while flying around a cave because you were desperate for sex and mega hot due to him licking your neck?

  “So my little Hell Cat is awake, is she?”

  This man; no, male, yes. Monster, yes; vampire, yes. Evil, maybe (but also charming in a way), obnoxious, definitely, was now looking at Amy, and even that thought was wrong. His eyes did not look at you; they burnt you with a cold fire. Amy really did not care if they had had sex, just as long as he didn’t start lecturing her again!

  “I have now decided what to do with you; you may not like it, but that is your problem. If you are wanting a choice, then you may have one. The choice is you either do exactly what I say, or I will rip your head off.”

  Well, Amy had often wondered what people talked about after the sex act, and she had in the past imagined some strange stuff, but never anything like this.

  She watched him smile, and he had less teeth showing than last time. She ached so much, either from sleeping on a damp cold roof or flying about caves. She wasn’t sure if she could even tell the difference. The drug-like blood hit had faded, and the idea of having one’s head ripped off didn’t sound that bad compared to the worry of what had or might have happened. And even if she was not pregnant, she remembered that being pregnant was the only thing she had wanted to be in the dream.

  Amy let out a long, bored sigh, hoping to aggravate him or at least wipe the stupid smile off his face. Remember that I wasn’t the victim; fear was for the meat. I was a vampire. Besides, she’d experienced so many emotions over the past few hours that she no longer cared what happened. She didn’t even have the energy to give him the finger, so instead Amy dropped her head back down on her damp jumper and shut her eyes.

  “Whatever! Do what you want, as if I cared!”

  He must have covered the distance between them in the blink of an eye, as she could sense him now towering above her.

  “Aggravating child; you need to be marked for your own good!”

  As if her life was not a living hell already, he now held his finger out for her to suck! Suck his finger, yuck! The pervert!

  Amy had the internet, so she knew full well what sucking a guy’s finger meant, and well, free flight sex on the wing was one thing, but she was certainly not the kind of girl that went around sucking guys’ fingers, nor would she ever be that sort of girl. But the smell of his blood from the cut she had made with a claw earlier was overpowering, so Amy opened her mouth and gently closed it again on his finger, letting her tongue roll over it.

  What was going through her mind was the hope that he was the clean type of guy who washed his hands after going to the bathroom, but it was too late for that kind of thought now. Closing her eyes, Amy could feel the blood moving under the skin.

  Okay, as a vampire, fingersucking need not be thought of as sexual; no one has laid down any rules on after-vampire-sex etiquette. Perhaps this was like the old films of smoking in bed together, as if choking on an offered cigarette would be better than a simple, “thank you, that was nice; would you like to go out for a meal now?”

  Heck, I�
�m a vampire! So with vampires, first it was sex then a meal afterwards. Well, as long as she could still finish off with chocolate brownies later, Amy figured she may as well take what was offered. So she bit his middle finger (the one with a fancy gold ring with a large black stone), and she sucked. Perhaps all this was normal in the vampire world. Anyway, she no longer cared; his blood is soooooooooooo so so good! I just wish he would shut up and stop wriggling his fingers so much.

  “Stop that! You should just be kissing the ring, not biting me, you animal! Disobedience is not becoming in a female vam- I SAID, LET GO!”

  With the last comment he made, Amy had to lock on tighter with all her teeth to stop him from prying her jaw apart. She improved her grip by holding his wrist with both hands. Her strength was returning like a tidal wave with every swallow. All her senses were tingling, and she loved the pretty pictures that were playing across her eyes. Amy could imagine this businessman as a large-winged creature standing before her. Then it was time for more hopping up and down and swearing.

  “You ….….. will …….… let ……… go ……..now!”

  Reluctantly, Amy decided that perhaps she should not suck anymore: not that she wanted to stop, as her inner vamp had just tied a napkin around her neck and ordered a side dish of fries. But the businessman was starting to look a little more pissed off with her, and she could tell he was trying to hint at something by the cushioning effect of her rolled up pillow of a jumper that was currently stopping her from getting a concussion as he tried to crush her head by banging it up and down against the roof.

  His normal, pissed-off state was going up a couple of notches to mega pissed off; at this point, Amy’s inner vamp took over, and she felt her body perform some kind of yoga position in front of him. Upon seeing the strange shape she was in, he swore but stepped back as if it meant something more than the backache that it was currently giving her. Her inner vamp now let go of control, and she fell over as he stared at her.

  “You are just to kiss the ring finger to show you are subservient and not treat me like a frigging vending machine! And don’t you dare use that sort of submissive position unless you know what it means! ”

  Amy watched him flick his hand as if he were trying to bring life back to his fingers, and she tried very hard not to giggle as he took a small ring from his waistcoat pocket. She handed him his jacket; the sort of waistcoat he was wearing needed to be hidden from sight or perhaps burned; who wears a black waistcoat nowadays with a blood red silk back to it and gold tassels? A vampire, she guessed, but not a fashionable one, that was for sure.

  “Put this on; it will keep you safe.”

  Amy looked at him, then at the ring. Okay, so it was kind of neat in the way that most laws of mineralogy and light reflection surfaces were broken by the way the black gems unnaturally glowed black. Look, I am not stupid; nothing can suck at the light around itself to give the impression of wearing a very small and decorative black hole. Well, what is a girl to say in these circumstances?

  “Okay, flying sex and finger sucking on a first date is one thing, but who said I wanted to be your wife? I hardly know you. And yes, the ring is cool, but, well, flowers, meals out and at least one weepy movie where I can make your shirt dirty with running mascara should come long before a ring. Besides, you are too old; what are you, like, 35? 40? Older? And you haven’t met my auntie yet.”

  I do wonder if he knows about the eye twitch; wouldn’t someone have at least mentioned that it was off putting during a conversation?

  “It is a sign of ownership; put it on the smallest finger of your left hand. When it vibrates, that means you must come and meet me here, as I would want to speak with you. Males give these rings to female humans to show they are a pet: a sexual plaything that is not to be killed or used by other vampires. Used means-”

  Turning the ring over in her hand, Amy felt her inner vamp stir.

  “I can guess what used means! And I am not interested! First, you strip me naked to see if I have a return label on my butt, and now I have to walk about advertising the fact I’m a fang banger!”

  Seeing his eye twitch get faster, Amy decided to give him the silent treatment, although she didn’t think he would even notice due to his normal monologue-ing conversation ability.

  “You must stay hidden. As a race, we are not all as nice as I am. If you are discovered, then you will either be killed or used for breeding. I will need time to think of what to do with you, but you are lucky as our nest is very modern in the acceptance of abominations. Your throw back, day-walker abilities could be useful to the overall gene pool. The best way to hide something is to put it in plain sight, and that is what I am going to do with you. The ring means you will be recognized and contacted by other pets at your school. They will think you are one of them, and fresh blood from our blood store can be collected by any pet without raising suspicion, so use the blood bank, and don’t go hunting yourself.”

  Unthinking, Amy slipped the ring on and found it fitted. She also discovered that it would not come off: turn on the finger, yes, but come off, no. Oh crap! Now what have I done?

  “The pet rings mean different things to different people. To male vampires, it marks you as a property: a sexual plaything. To the humans, it is a mark of honor and the possibility of immorality. To me, it means keeping you camouflaged and giving me time to think of what to do with you. To you, it means living another day, if you are lucky.”

  “Go hide with the pets at school; they will find you as they will recognize the ring, but the vampire world will not notice you. If they do, you are dead, but they would never expect such a thing as a full blood hiding with the meat, as no female vampire would ever demean herself hiding as a pet. Will you stop fidgeting with it? I said it won’t come off!”

  Well, so much for my quiet walk! Amy thought. At least the headache was going, and there had been no visible damage. Unlike that of the rapist, the ring giver’s blood had a fantastic tang to it; even the few drops she had been able to suck out made her feel fantastic. She now knew that finger sucking made a vampire heal fast, and well, if this ring acted as a vamp repellent, at least she don’t have to worry about all the problems finding holy water, obtaining a blessed crucifix, and whether she would have to wear rubber gloves to handle them. Crap! Someone should do a book on being a teenage vampire!

  He had gone quiet, so Amy said, “Okay, so now that I have a whore ring, you no longer want to rip my head off?”

  There was no answer. Looking around, she saw that the roof was empty, and apart from a few roosting pigeons, she was alone. He had left; that much was obvious, but how had he done it so silently that she had not noticed?

  Amy answered her own question. “I will take that as a no, then.”

  And as she looked around, she added, “Bastard! And just how in the heck am I supposed to get down off a frigging roof?”

  Amy

  Chapter 4

  Roof Top Romance ….as if

  As she climbed up onto the flat roof, Amy could see him waiting at the edge, and even from this distance, he looked pissed off. Crap! It will be the twitching eye again, not that I could care less over being late meeting him tonight, I am also late in other ways. Amy was not the best at math, but even she could add up to 28 days, and she was late.

  Amy was supposed to be hiding out as a school slut. Whoever said that every cloud has a silver lining didn’t come across the storm clouds of my life. Not content with simply turning me into a social leper, my wonderful lord and master (as if) had been demanding that I meet him every few days to report in. Well, tonight he was truly pissed off with me, but I didn’t care. If he insisted that she continue to play the part of a vampire pet, pretending to be a high-class sex slave to him and hanging out with a bunch of sluts that believed that black nails were fashionable, then this was the Amy he was going to get.

  He called me a Hell Cat, as if I didn’t have a name. Okay, so “Amy the Vampire” did not sound cool, but if she had to live wi
th it, he could at least use it once. If he wanted a pet cat, then that was what he was going to get! Only last week, Amy had picked up a dead rat on the way to meet him and left it next to him. When she looked back, there he was just looking at it, trying to work out what it meant. So stupid! Old, male and stupid! He calls me a cat, so that is what he will get. She felt that he should think himself lucky that she didn’t piss on him as a sign of affection, not that I could ever have any affection for the self-proclaimed high and mighty blood-sucking bore.

  “I summoned you last night, Where …. were …. you?”

  So not even a, “hello, sex slave?” Amy knew it would only make things worse, but she couldn’t help answering back.

  “I ……… was …….. at.…….. home …….… doing …..….. schoolwork!” she said.

  “When I summon you, it means I want to speak to you. I will not take second place to schoolwork!”

  “It was raining! If it was so darn important, you could have called! Everyone in the world has a cell phone, well, apart from me. But no, you have to have magic vibrating rings! Look at it for what it is: just a glorified pager. And they went out of fashion in the stone age! Text me! Email me! But stop paging me!!”

  She knew he was now mega pissed as his eye-this time, for a change, the right eye-began to twitch. She could also see him trying to move into his adult-to-child mode of communication, and in her current mood, that was not such a good idea.

  “The ring is traditional with vampires; once it summons you, it can not be ignored. It forces you to attend a summons. That is why it is not removable; once it is on the finger, it is on forever.”

  Perhaps it was only to Amy, but the world suddenly went very quiet; if silence had a noise, then it was shouting. He was looking at her in a very odd way. Amy decided to be looking anywhere but at him. He then spoke; his voice before had been cold, but now there was ice attached to his words.