by Amy Mah
“Again, young female, you have done well; is there anything you want before we take your mate back?”
“Me? I just want to go home. But it is not me you should be thinking of; it’s her.”
Amy pointed to Clary, who was still lying where she was thrown, and Amy knew she was very badly hurt. What was worse was that she was the loving pet of these very males here, and they did not even notice her, let alone care that she was dying because of them.
“She is your pet! Her name is Clary, and you failed to protect her! You said you would keep her safe; you gave her a silly ring with promises of immortality, and she gave you her body and soul, She was happy knowing that she was so safe now that she had a wonderful lord and a lovely vibrating ring to protect her. Live up to your word and help her, or explain the reason to the other pets watching, else they believe a Lord’s word means nothing when dealing with their loyal servants!”
Amy knew that such an outburst was not the safe thing to do. Male vampires were so proud of their stupid honor that it was like accusing him of wearing plastic fangs. She saw the fire in his eyes, but she stood her ground. Vampire-ing was all about style, show and also dying well, but if he wished to kill her, then standing her ground was as good a place to be when he killed her as any other. Amy knew if she showed any weakness she was dead.
She expected him to react but not by laughing!
“Well spoken, little female!”
He raised his hand palm upwards and looked to the other males and laughed again. As he laughed, he glanced at the female who was acting less rabid than when he last saw her. She now showed intelligence; to be able to kill a male was very good going, sex mad, yes, but she was both obedient and loyal to her owner, protecting the pets and her fallen owner from renegades. A normal female would have been killed or forced to flee but not this one; she stood her ground to a group of males: weak, puny males but still males all the same. And best of all, she had not demanded that he take her as his mate or have sex with her in front of everyone, so perhaps the day was getting better.
He didn’t know from what outlandish group her male had stolen her, but if she was anything to go by, he hoped that they would never have to go to war against their males. Now she even stood up to him. He was within his rights to kill her for such disrespectful behavior, but that would look bad in front of his men after what she had just done. Half of them were still showing excitement from the free sex show, and he did not fancy the idea of trying to kill her, as it would probably only make her more sexually excited. It would be impossible to hurt her if she was ripping her clothes off and trying to mount him; why, his followers would probably even encourage her as a second act in her performance!
Now she had wisely pointed out that they were being watched by the pets and that this was the second time they had failed to protect human servants. If that sort of news were to spread, they would have trouble in the future; She didn’t look like much, but she was young, strong and intelligent and so would breed many fine sons in the years to come (as long as she did not eat them): just what the nest needed.
The survival of the nest was far more important than his pride, and he would not be the only one here that would be thinking the same thoughts; he was First Lord and alpha male to the nest, but he would only stay that way so long as the nest came first. He decided that the nest was where she should be: safely out of his sight, deep underground and heavily pregnant.
“This is truly a real female of our family: a future strong breeder of fine sons, and those idiots,” he pointed to the bodies on the floor, “took her as a pet or famula!”
The other males now laughed.
“Other families have weak things like those creatures, which call themselves males, and it took five of them to come after one of our females! It was a good job they did, as at least we have been able to remove them from the gene pool. So we have done well today, and you should feel proud helping cleanse such trash from our bloodlines. Just think, we could have unknowingly married our daughters off to such rubbish as these!”
He now looked towards Amy, and this time she lowered her head and eyes.
“You did well, little female, to remind us that during the excitement of a fight, we should not ever forget our loyal servants: those that serve us well will always be rewarded. Do not worry about this pet called Clary; she will be one of the chosen, and we will reward her with eternal life.”
He pointed towards the prone girl, and one of the other males came forward and picked her up.
“It is late, and the sun will soon rise, so your request of going home is granted.”
Her lord and master, mate or whatever he was supposed to be to her today was picked up and taken away by one of the males, and then without so much as a by-your-leave, she was also picked up by another male and put over his shoulder. Amy then found herself hanging on for dear life as he ran out of the churchyard and almost proved her wrong that vampires couldn’t fly. He ran at buildings and missed them by only inches; leaping across from one building to another was bad enough, but once he just stepped off a roof, and after that she just kept her eyes closed.
She knew he wouldn’t let go of her unless he wanted to end up naked, as she had wisely sunk all twenty of her claws deep into his clothes, and if he stepped off just one more roof, he would discover the next thing she would hold on by was her mouth. As her head was bouncing close to his rear end, she would find plenty of flesh for her teeth to get a grip on!
Amy had no idea where she was. It was dark, and it was cold. It was only a little less dark when she finally decided to open her eyes. She must have passed out during the ride; the idea of having a new mate was now playing on her mind, but at least she knew it wouldn’t be her transport for tonight, as it was very unlikely he would ever want her after he discovered that she had been sick down the back of his trousers.
She was shown into a room and pointed towards a chair, which had been covered with newspaper just for her as she was not only covered in blood, which was still wet, but she also discovered that not all of the sick had gone onto the male’s trousers.
It felt like a doctor’s waiting room but without the antique magazines that discussed everything from cellulite to menopause and always left her more depressed than informed. Instead of a bowl of sweets, the table with the magazines had three plastic bags containing blood that were helpfully marked with the blood type. They could have been the sort of thing you would have found in a hospital, but Amy suspected the hospital sort would not come with straws and napkins.
After what felt like three days but which she expected was actually no more than an hour, the door opened, and there stood a female vampire traditionally dressed, which meant she was wearing some sort of almost see-through nightdress that she filled to bursting. The top almost overflowed with bosom; in fact, she filled it in every direction, and Amy knew that no matter how strong the stitching was, she could burst out of it at any moment, and she hated her at first sight.
The large female didn’t even ask her name as she took her to a bathroom and then got her to undress while standing on some more newspaper. As she stepped into the shower, she saw the female put on a pair of plastic gloves and put all her clothes, including her underwear, into a black bin bag and leave.
Amy stayed in the hot shower until she started to go wrinkly and very bored. There were only a finite number of places on the body you could find to wash, and she had now done both ears twice; normally she didn’t even bother with them unless she stated going deaf due to excess ear wax! The water, which had been so nice and hot at the start, was now more tepid in temperature. But there was no point in getting out as the bathroom was empty, which meant no towel. Unless she covered herself in newspaper, the only way she could leave the room was both wet and naked, so in the shower she stayed.
As the water was reaching a point where icicles were soon going to form, the door opened, and the bosom entered followed by the rest of the female vampire. The female held out a towel and started to tap o
ne foot, convincing Amy to rub herself dry quickly. The towel was taken off her, and she was handed a nightgown. Putting it on, Amy knew it was not only too large but also a bit too transparent for her liking.
“Err… could I have my underwear, please?”
The female took a breath, which increased her bust size some more, before answering.
“NO!”
“Err….Wwwhy?”
“WHY! Because it was filthy, that’s why! I have never seen underwear in such a state before. I can’t just wash them; I will have to boil them! And as for the rest of your things, it will be a kindness just to burn them! Now follow me!”
Amy silently followed the female. People say that a good, long shower can make you feel young again, and it was true. Amy currently felt about six years old and was very glad she had taken so much care in cleaning her ears and nails, as she was sure the female would check. And if she wasn’t satisfied, she would put her back in the cold shower or give her a note to take home to her auntie, or both.
The large room that she followed the female to was as empty as the bathroom and really took minimalist fashion to the extreme. In the center of the room was a large sheet of plastic, and on the plastic was a bed. Upon the bed was another large sheet of plastic, and lying on top of that was her vampire; he was naked!
Amy tried hard not to stare at her vampire, as apart from films, it was the first time she had seen a man naked. It was not that she did not know where to look (as she knew exactly where to look), but she was trying hard not to, so she stared at the plastic.
Seeing Amy look hard and continually at the plastic, the female commented.
“The plastic is to keep the floor clean. Blood never comes out of the wood no matter how hard you scrub. If you need more plastic you will find some plastic bin liners under the bed. For the same reason, he had to be naked, as his clothes would get ruined. You will now remove your nightdress, as you will need to climb over him to feed him as you would a baby. You know, suck blood into your mouth and then pass it to him, as I said, just like feeding a baby. Don’t look at me like that; you are a female! You will have to feed a baby one day, so you may as well practice now, and besides, he is too weak to feed, so if you fail to get blood into him, he will be dead by morning.”
“Err, wwwhy me? Can’t you use a tube or something like that?”
Amy did not like the look she received with the reply.
“A tube would choke him the same as it would a baby, stupid, and as to why you? You are his mate. THAT is why it is YOU; it’s not all sex and sucking fingers, you know. Any female can stick her tail in the air to please a male. You have to look after them in other ways as well. If he dies due to your inability to care for him, forget about choosing another male as a mate. If you cross a male, they will just kill you. If you cross me, I will make your life a living hell, and then I will kill you.”
Lots of people make comments like, “If you touch that chocolate, I will kill you!” The trouble with vampires was that they don’t all joke when they make the same comment, and Amy had a very strong vampire feeling that this female was not joking. For some reason, she sensed that this female cared for the male vampire, and if he did not make it though the night, she would not make it through the day. Obviously, the female wanted him for herself, and for all Amy cared, she could have him. With her boobs, though, he would not last long; she would probably suffocate him on the first night.
Amy did not know what to do. She needed help, but she did not have that luxury, so she improvised. If she drank the blood, then he could drink hers. She lined up a row of blood bags, found a goodsized blood vessel on her wrist and used a claw to cut it open. It bled profusely, and she placed her wrist over his half-opened mouth. He closed his lips and sucked.
It was working, and all would have been fine if she had not passed out.
A-Me
Amy’s inner vamp opened her eyes and knew she had lost too much blood to her mate. He was only gently sucking now as if a child, but had been doing it for too long. She slowly removed her wrist from his jaws and dizzily reached out for the blood that was in a pile next to the bed contained in some sort of transparent skin. In her mind were things she did not understand, but she understood blood. She sank her fangs deep into the skins of blood one after another until she was bloated, but she would soon be back to normal. She looked down at the male and saw that he was still very weak and needed more nourishment, so she sank her teeth into another skin, filled her cheeks and pressed her mouth to her mate’s mouth. He was as stubborn as a child and just wanted her wrist back, so she held his nose, and when he opened his mouth she spat blood into it. It still was not right. His lips were dry, so she licked them and again filled her mouth with blood. This time she rubbed her lips on his, and as they kissed, he opened his mouth. She let the blood from her mouth dribble into his. When her mouth was empty, she repeated the process. After an hour or so of bloody kissing, she relaxed and let him digest the food.
The female looked about the cave. It was a strange place, and she could smell that other females were nearby; she did not feel that they were a danger but feared that being females, they may have wanted to take her mate from her. She knew the best way to ward off other females was to have her scent on him, but he was in no condition to mate with her. She did the next best thing, and that was to rub her body hard over his, forcing herself to sweat and so to mark him with her own scent. As she moved up and down, she saw a large female enter the room with more of the transparent skins of blood. She hissed at the female but did not stop; the female dropped the skins and left.
Nyx and Amy’s itch
Amy awoke and sleepily looked about, just another odd dream to go with all the other ones. Unck looked like he was still alive, which was good as it meant she may also live a bit longer. Due to sleeping on him, she discovered that she was very sticky from sweating. She could do with a wash but not another cold shower. She started to scratch and rub her chest and felt better, then a crazy idea formed in her mind. She thought, why not it was his turn to do something for her? He had a very hairy chest, and as he was unconscious he would never know. It was a little bit pervy, but the room was hot with so much plastic everywhere, and it was no wonder she was so sweaty.
No one cared that she had to lie on a man naked. Sorry, not a man but a male, so she may as well get something out of it. She gently rubbed herself a couple of times up and down on him but found it was not as good as a nice scratch, and she stopped completely when she heard the sound of a metal bowl hitting the floor followed by a lot of swearing. She looked up at the red face of the busty female and swallowed hard.
“Not again! What the hell’s wrong with you? I told you; he’s too weak for sex! Can’t you control yourself for just five minutes! You are just the sort of vampire that gives females a bad name! As to insisting on looking so young all the time, I am sure you are perverted as well as being a slut!”
Amy felt her face start to go red: not just a little flush, more like an award-winning impression of a stoplight. She could not help the way she looked!
“What? No, it’s not like that! I had an itch, and I was just using him to ……”
Crap! she thought. That did not come out right, and oh yuck! She thinks I was trying to have sex with him!
“Well, that’s a new name for it! Next time you itch, try using a finger! Now get washed; we will be eating in half an hour. It is downstairs: third on the left.”
“Err? …. What about him?”
“I am sure the rest away from YOUR itches will do him a world of good; now wash and get dressed, and … and just stop touching him, will you? Or next time I will throw a bucket of cold water over you. We were all wondering what he saw in you; well, now it is obvious!”
“Well, you were so keen on removing his clothes and having him feed naked; perhaps you should have been the one feeding him! I’m sure he would prefer to stay with you rather than me. I even expect that you have a room all waiting for him; you are so
good at organizing things.”
“Why would I be interested in seeing him naked? I’m his sister! Of course he has a bedroom here; it is his home! We all know what you are good at, and it is not your intelligence!”
Amy could feel that her face was still burning red hot as she washed and put the nightdress back on. She groaned as she looked over towards the heap of plastic in the center of the room where he lay amongst sheets of plastic bin liners and empty plastic blood containers.
OMG! This is so not what the life of a vampire should be like! she thought. I was ….. and with him !…. and I said … I really said, I had an itch that needed scratching! And, and … she said I should ….. oh no, no! Please, God, tell me I didn’t say I itched due to getting hot and sticky because I was laying naked on him! No, it’s okay, I just thought it. I did not say it out loud to her! Thank God I didn’t say that as well as her seeing me rubbing myself on him! Oh God, it did look like …. And now I have accused his sister of having a crush on him!
Amy made her way to where she had been told to go and opened the door and looked in, thinking all the time she would be far more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt instead of the nightdress. Come to think of it, she would be far more comfortable and a lot warmer if she had some underwear on. It may not have been a crumbling old castle, but it made up for it by being very draughty, and she had just washed in cold water. Vampires should live in castles; this looked like a clinic or perhaps a film studio where they couldn’t afford props. The room was large and unsurprisingly empty with a large sheet of plastic in the center. On the plastic this time was a very large, very old and very heavy-looking oak table. It would have looked good in any antique shop, but in this room the very large plastic tablecloth covering most of it ruined the effect. If she ever meet an author of vampire books who talked so lovingly of the vampire castles, she would personally drag him here and get him to lie naked on plastic all night.
