Vampire

by Amy Mah

  “Please, Clary, forget the frigging claws! I’m a vampire! It all comes as a set package, like fangs and being killed if you have your head chopped off, now please concentrate! This is important!”

  “OMG! They turned you! Regina always said she would be the first, and here you are the newest member and turned! Please, put in a word for me; life at home sucks, and all I have to look forward to is getting pregnant and having kids like my sisters. And maybe even getting married just to prove to my sisters that one of us knows who the father of her kids are. I would do anything to never age and to carry on having sex for hundreds of years without getting fat!”

  Having any sort of conversation with Clary’s monologue was hard work, but Amy discovered it had at least had taken her mind off being frightened; now she was getting so mad with Clary that she wondered if being a vampire entitled her to gag her like her master did: anything to shut her up.

  “Clary, please stop talking! If you do exactly what I say, I promise that I will put in a good word for you, and I am sure you will be the very next person on the list to be turned.”

  Amy had no frigging idea whether it was even possible outside of Hollywood to turn a human into a vampire, so apart from that she saw no reason why Clary should not be next on a turning list.

  “Look, Clary, slowly make your way towards the others. Paige and Mon are together; tell them to get on their hands and knees and crawl away, and as soon as the males turn up, to run as fast as they can. I will try and slow them down.”

  “You would do that for me? Top of the list! Oh, yes, yes! Top of the list! Yes, I will go and warn everyone. I did promise never to phone my master, but as you are now a vampire, I’m sure you can.”

  Clary passed her a small, pink cell phone.

  “But only if you are really sure that we need help. Press V speed dial, and we will get the cavalry to turn up.”

  As Regina now launched herself into a full review of the story of Cind’s death and the killing of the female that had attacked her, an icy finger ran down Amy’s spine. Without thinking, she touched the ring on her left hand for comfort and knew it was dead.

  She didn’t know why she thought it was dead, but as it was a magic ring, it was normally slightly tingly when she touched it. The ring always gave her a mild electric shock when she took it off, and she always removed it when she showered, just in case it decided to update itself to video cam as well as a pager. She could always feel it coming back on line when she put it back on, but now it was dead: just a normal ring. She was no longer frightened but getting angry: a sort of bubbling, boiling type of feeling, which she knew was a very bad sign of something (but she wasn’t sure what).

  Regina was now starting to repeat herself to keep the story going. Amy reached into her pocket and hit the speed dial button on her own cell phone to send the short message she had punched onto the keypad by feel alone.

  … hellp .. gav yad … da jor …vammpss…. hurri …..

  Aron (leader of the pack)

  The inner vamp feeling she had tonight was different from last time; last time, her inner vampire nature wanted to fight to prove itself to her, but not tonight.

  If her inner vamp had its way, it would stick its thumb in its mouth and go and hide under a blanket. She was picking up scents; they were new ones, but she knew what they meant, and that was danger. Vampires: no, not just vampires, but male vampires. Just as she had warned Clary, these were not nice ones. Her vampire smelled nice. All males gave off a strong odor, and she could still smell a male musky scent on the pets days after they had had sex with their masters.

  She could see Clary was now near Lucy-Ann. Paige and Mon were nowhere to be seen, which came as a relief (but only briefly), as all her senses went into overdrive. She dropped down and slowly moved behind a gravestone as a male appeared next to Regina, who ran over to Clary and stopped Clary and Lucy-Ann from crawling off unseen.

  Amy couldn’t see the other males, but she knew there were at least four more moving about, and she also knew that they were gathering up the pets that were trying to get away. She flipped open Clary’s cell phone and stabbed the V speed dial. As soon as she heard someone pick up, she spoke.

  “Hello, police. I’m Amy; we are all in danger. Location: the old graveyard. Send help.”

  It was all she had time to say before the phone was crushed before her eyes by an evil-looking male who appeared more like a biker in his torn leathers than the well-dressed vamps she had seen before.

  “Calling the cops, eh?”

  He dropped the broken bits of Clary’s phone on the ground.

  “Not that it matters: all it will mean is that we will have a nice meal to go with showing you all what real vampire sex is like, and it looks like you have just volunteered to be the first.”

  Grabbing Amy by her hair, he dragged her to where the first male to arrive stood. He dropped her at his feet.

  “This slut smells more female than pet but acts like she wants to be the first, Aron, and she kindly sent for blue takeout as she knew we would be a little hungry after we have finished with her.”

  All that Amy could do was to quickly crawl backwards to where all the girls were grouped together, having been rounded up like sheep, and wait for what would happen next.

  And what happened next was not what she expected. Clary stepped forward to Aron and complained about them destroying her phone and that her master would make them pay for it. There were times when Clary should not talk, and this was one of them.

  Amy looked away as Aron struck Clary to the ground, and from the force he used, Amy knew she would not be getting up again. The bastard could have just flicked her away with no more than a finger, but no, he chose to kill her for daring to speak to him!

  Anger began to make her blood boil, but Amy forced it back down to the depths of her being, where it reluctantly stayed. She knew it had not gone away; her primeval other self was ready to take over, and it felt like having a coiled snake inside her just waiting to be allowed to strike. The various yoga exercises her auntie had taught her for relaxing were definitely not designed for her inner vampire self that only felt truly relaxed and happy when she was sitting cross-legged on the bloody corpse of an enemy.

  To the surprise of the other girls, Amy stood up and then walked over to where Clary lay and stood silently facing the large male Aron. Aron stared down at her

  “So, you still wish to be the first for tonight’s entertainment?”

  It has to look stylish, thought Amy. You can only get away with things in the vampire world if you can do it with style. So here she was, playing for time until help arrived by either offering her life, her virginity, or both to a group of vagrant, horny bloodsuckers.

  “Thank you for your kind offer, but even your dumb henchman could tell I was not a pet. I am sorry to say that if I was in heat and you were the last male on earth, the only entertainment you could hope for tonight would be if you had a box of tissues, a good imagination and a dirty magazine.”

  This time when Aron lashed out, it was not a pet he was attacking. Amy stepped to one side at the last moment, but she knew the only reason he missed was that he thought he was only dealing with a slow human; the next strike would be too fast for her to deal with.

  “Please do not attack me. I am in my rights to reject you, as I am an owned female placed here to warn visitors that this is a private hunting reserve and that the meat you have shown interest in is all marked and owned. To use these pets for your base needs would be an insult to their owners.”

  As Amy spoke, she was glad of the practice she had with claw control, which up until now only took place in front of her bedroom mirror, for she was able to extend one claw at a time from her fingers to point out the error they had made over her species. All claws at once would look like she was going to attack; one at a time just looked like a cool party piece. She finished off with a quick show of fangs along with a smile; again, she had to be careful not to make it look like she was bearin
g her fangs to a male.

  Amy had been correct about his agility. With blinding speed, a single slap sent her flying through the air. She was able to land on her feet, but only just, and her whole left arm tingled from the blow he had given her.

  Aron dismissed her with a glance and gave his reply.

  “Will someone remove this upstart of an abomination and teach her some manners?”

  Phabian to the Rescue

  Several males moved forward then stopped as the situation changed. Amy was the first to pick up what the new scent in the air meant and turned to see her master nonchalantly leaning on his old fashioned, gold-handled walking stick. Amy knew he believed that his beloved silly stick made him look cool, but to her it just looked like he had a bad leg.

  He gently raised the back of his hand to his mouth and coughed for attention.

  “I see you have my property; true, only a female, but still MY property. She has in accordance with custom made her presence known to you, and again, in accordance with custom, also stated that she is an owned female and so is not free to offer her body to anyone without my consent, which before you ask I do not give.”

  Amy then watched as he raised the stick in the direction of the pets.

  “The meat, as my female respectfully pointed out to you, is on a private hunting reserve; they are marked as tame and owned by members of my nest. I am sure that now this has now been pointed out by a male, you will be happy to satisfy your various needs with wild meat outside of our game reserve.”

  Amy was impressed; her master was really cool, but she kind of wished he had brought a few friends with him. Still, he looked and sounded like he was not just her master but also the master here, and she was proud of him.

  The outcome of his words worried her, as instead of backing away with honor (as she thought would be normal in this situation) they attacked him! First he was attacked by two large vamps, then Aron struck at him with a large blade, which looked very oriental to Amy. Her master only had his walking stick to defend himself with and produced only harmless blows to the vamps on either side of him, which they ignored with laughter.

  While he was parrying with Aron, the two males moved in from both sides, giving him no room to maneuver. At this point, Amy was surprised to see the two side attackers fall to the ground as her master’s walking cane came apart to reveal a silver sword stick, which cut deep into both of them. With the two side attackers out of the picture, he was able to force Aron back, showing sword skills she would not have dreamed he could have. As he darted about with one hand behind his back and a deadly blade in the other, he looked like he could have once been a pirate. The only thing to spoil the effect was the three-piece business suit he was wearing, which made the fight look more like a hostile city takeover bid.

  Then it all changed as a large male attacked him from behind as he was getting the better of Aron. She could not believe her eyes. They had killed him! Her master, killed by a cowardly attack from behind!

  No, her master still moved! He rolled to one side, unable to get up, as the one who stabbed him in the back picked up the fallen sword and raised it to finish him off.

  Amy did not know quite how she did it, but she left the others with a single leap and flew through the air to land on the attackers back with all four sets of claws burying themselves deep in his flesh. He dropped the sword and reached back with both arms, grabbing her by the shoulders. Before he could pull her off, she sank her teeth deep into his right shoulder, ruining his leather jacket and locking her jaws in place, so as he threw her over his head she still had a large chunk of his flesh in her mouth.

  Her attack would have immobilized a human, but she knew vampires were made a lot stronger, and the attack would more likely just piss him off. Amy knew that this one single act of bravery would be her last, and she would soon be dead. Males could be five times stronger than a grown female, and that one attack was all she had planned. She was more angry at herself for being so useless than worried about what was going to happen next; then, “it happened or rather A-Me happened as her inner vamp took control.”

  A-Me

  The female knew she had attacked and wounded a male, as his flesh was still in her mouth. The one that she had bitten stared at her as she chewed a few times then swallowed and licked her lips, which seemed for some reason to worry him.

  A group of males had attacked her mate and now had plans of sharing her amongst themselves before killing and probably eating her. She could easily get away, but that was not an option. She hunted; she was not meat, and if they thought her to be a meal, then she would make herself a very unpleasant meal for them.

  Her attacker was on his own; the others would for the time being just watch and enjoy the fight, as it would be an insult to her attacker for them to offer help against a single female adversary.

  She was not as strong as he was, but she was fast, and being female, she secretly knew that she was superior. She used her better speed for short attacks that did nothing more than cut him with her claws, but the cuts were not the reason for the attack. The reason was to make him angry and careless, as every time she cut him, the males watching would make rude comments about his fighting skills and compare them to his mating skills.

  As he could not reach her, he bent down to pick up her mate’s metal weapon. She waited until he glanced down, then she leaped upon his back again and locked all her claws into his flesh then once more bit deep into his shoulder, forcing him to drop the weapon he had just procured and to use his left hand to displace her. His right arm could no longer move due to her second bite; his left arm was still very strong, but to rip her off sideways meant he would cause himself more damage as he pulled out in one short, sharp jerk twenty well-dug-in claws and lost more flesh from his shoulder, as her jaws would not release her fangs. She was able to again take part of him with her, which she chewed and swallowed, then belched noisily.

  She could not make the same attack again as she was now bleeding from both her hands and feet, which were badly damaged when he forcibly removed her from his back, but the damage she had suffered was nothing to what she had done to him. His leather coat was now hanging off him, showing his deeply raked back, and the watching males were now jeering him and pointing out that she must be in heat, wanting his body in her, and warning him that she probably had teeth at both ends. The fight should have been hers but for the interference of the leader, who now threw him a long blade, which he caught in his left hand.

  She hissed at the leader for his unnatural interference and ran straight at the blade that her opponent was holding; the blade was very sharp and penetrated deep into her belly and burned as she slumped forward.

  The male now laughed at the change of events as he looked about with glee at such an easy finish.

  “You were right; she must have been in heat; look at how much she wanted my weapon in her!”

  As he was looking around, she ignored the pain and moved forward, forcing the blade point to exit at her back yet in doing so also bringing her jaws within striking range of his now-unprotected throat. With blinding speed, she bit deep into it.

  With so little of his neck left, his head dropped back on his shoulders. As if the weight of his head was too great, his body fell to the ground. He was obviously very dead.

  There was silence as all the males just stared at her as she stood with a sword sticking through her body. They then watched as she slowly knelt down in desperate need for blood to help with the healing and began tearing into his flesh with her fangs and lapping the blood that escaped like a cat with a bowl of cream. She would need a lot more blood to activate her special healing skills, but she did not have the time to take more before the others attacked. She stood up and slowly pulled the blade out and let it fall to the ground.

  Valerius (devil’s advocate)

  One type of anger faded to be replaced by a different sort as Amy took back control of a body that could barely stand, let alone move. The best she could do besides
fall over was to bluff, and she had earned a voice.

  “I, the owned female of the male you attacked, name you Aron the Renegade, and those in your company followers of a renegade, as you have committed a crime here in front of witnesses.”

  Aron looked at her, and his eyes were ablaze with anger as he spoke.

  “Be silent in front of males, you abomination!”

  Amy heard someone clapping, and nearby movement took Amy by surprise. Her senses were at maximum, and still she was taken by surprise. More males had arrived; she couldn’t cope with the ones already here, so any more would just be overkill.

  Apparently, she was not the only one taken by surprise as everyone looked around at the sudden appearance of extra males, then the scent reached her. These had a familiar scent and were somehow related to her own uncle. The largest male stepped forward, and she recognized him; he was the boss; the one that had killed the female that attacked her. He now stood away from the other newcomers and spoke directly to Aron.

  “You are quite correct; no female should speak to you in such a forward way, and I will have her soundly punished for such insolence. Mind you, seeing how young a female she is, I think perhaps a good spanking from one of my females would be a suitable punishment.”

  He waited like a comedian to add a finishing punch line.

  “Why, I may even force myself to watch just to make sure she doesn’t find it too enjoyable a punishment.”

  As laughter erupted from the new arrivals, Amy knew the fight was now out of her hands. She had seen gangs of boys start a turf war with this sort of joking about, and when vampires started a turf war then the losers end up being the ones under the turf.

  “Of course, we should all remember that to name a vampire as a renegade is not a joking matter, so it was very naughty of her. The female’s master should explain his female’s rude behavior to us all!”