by Amy Mah
Amy could again feel tears in her eyes as she swallowed.
“And if I willingly stay?”
“The pets will be safe, and I will personally keep an eye on your human auntie to see that she comes to no harm. Being here means they will also be safe.”
“What happens to me?”
“As my sister said, we can legally take you in, and you will have the honor of joining our family and so also being a member of the nest. My sister will train you in the ways of being civilized, and I will train you in how to hunt and look after yourself in a normal vampire way. You already have excellent natural bloodlust skills, but they are still uncontrollable and more a hindrance than a help in a fight.”
“It is my whole life we are talking about here; can I at least think on it.”
“Is there really anything to think about?”
Amy now swallowed very hard this time; of course, he knew what she would say. As soon as he had mentioned the danger to her auntie and friends, there was only one answer, so she gave it.
“Yes”
“As my sister would say, yes what?”
“Yes, thank you, Uncle. I would like to take you up on your kind offer, and I will willingly join your family and everything that goes with crawling about some overgrown dungeon. But if anything happens to my auntie while I am safely learning to be civilized, I will never forgive you.”
“Spoken like a true female. See? My sister is rubbing off on you already. That is all settled, and you are now part of the family, apart from a little ceremony and the like. We shall see to having your room furnished. I expect that my sister will furnish it with the greatest of care and attention to detail, and you will tell her how much you love it, no matter what you may really think. If not, you will be sleeping on plastic for the next few years. As to making someone’s life hell, then you had better listen to her very carefully, as she has been doing that to everyone for years.”
As he released her shoulder from his grip and started to put his jacket back on, something from the conversation popped into her head.
“What is the little ceremony like?”
She really wished she hadn’t asked as he picked up the cloak and grinned as he left, leaving her with a few very worrying words as he walked out of the room.
“Err, oh, yes! The ceremony? Well, that is mostly being stripped naked and getting branded, plus of course doing the breast stroke in a swimming pool full of blood, being buried in a coffin then dug up again at full moon, covered all over in green slime. You know, the normal weird vampire stuff you have seen in the movies?”
Amy was a living vampire, so that was a joke, right? Oh, crap! She so hoped it was a joke.
Amy
Chapter 11
Of Belonging
The days leading up to the dreaded ceremony had made nothing clearer about what was going to happen to her, and when Amy had asked her (now) aunt about coffins and swimming naked in pools of blood, her aunt had just raised her eyes and sighed.
As her uncle had said, her aunt’s idea of room decoration was 50% odd and 50% pink, and it really stretched her acting skills in liking it, but at least it was not covered in plastic.
Somehow, her uncle was able to get a few things from her home, so she had some real clothes, a few pictures, her laptop, and a large pile of pirated horror films. The only other form of entertainment was a TV her aunt supplied with a warning that it would be taken away if she misbehaved. Amy’s joy over having a TV was dampened down when she discovered it was on nest cable and only had two channels: the 24-hour cartoon and anime channel, and a 24-hour wildlife of the world channel, which her aunt believed would help her mind develop (and which Amy thought was just another side to her madness and wondered what sort of mind she wanted her to develop on a mental diet of adult horror films, cartoons and animals).
Worlds full of marshmallows
Amy screamed in her dream of plastic. She had plastic on her and under her and around her plus pain: lots of pain. She opened her mouth to scream again, but plastic liquid filled it, and then the plastic faded away.
The nightmare of plastic had changed; it was now a dream that contained boobs: lots of them. As she turned her head from one way to the other, Amy kept finding a boob in her face, and she couldn’t move for naked bodies. As a dream, it was better than the plastic or the one of trains trying to kill her, but being suffocated by large, bouncy boobs was perhaps very Freudian. All she could think of was that it had got lost and was a dream meant for a boy, not for her. Having someone’s large nipple poke her in the eye was not something she had ever wanted to experience, let alone dream about.
She tried to say something, and a cup came to her lips. She swallowed; it tasted green but smelled blue, so it had to be good for her. Another pair of boobs rubbed into her face, and she gave up working out what was going on. She was warm, and now the boobs had changed into giant marshmallows, which were very soft and tasty. It was now a nice dream; a bit odd, but as long as it stayed a warm dream, she could put up with the candy part of it.
The dream faded, then a stranger reality returned as she woke up to discover herself in bed: not just naked in bed, but naked in bed with two naked girls who opened their eyes and smiled at her. Amy did not know which was worse: dreaming of monster marshmallows in your face or now noticing that the breasts of one of the two girls were wet from what looked like her drool and saliva, along with lots of teeth marks on them. That meant that the dream of chewing on a large marshmallow had a very different meaning.
From the smell, Amy knew that they were both maids: turned humans, who had a very different smell than real vampires. The major difference in smell meant that you did not want to kill them on sight.
They did not dress, and without a word they started to fill a bath for her, then stood waiting. It was a large bath in its own room: a chamber off her bedroom. They led her to the bath, and when she got in she was surprised that they joined her and started to soap her all over; they meant her to be clean everywhere!
Amy wondered if she could complain about them soaping her breasts with such enthusiasm after she had possibly spent most of the night with one of theirs in her mouth.
The calming effect of a bath was rudely destroyed by the sudden (how did she do that?) appearance in the bathroom of her aunt and, to Amy’s greater horror, her uncle, causing her to exclaim, “Uncle! I’m taking a bath!!”
With pain Amy found that she was being forced to stand and step out of the bath onto a towel her aunt had placed on the floor before taking hold of her left ear and pulling her up and out.
“Please, Aunt! I’m sorry! I didn’t know I did anything wrong, and I didn’t mean to bite their boobies!”
Her aunt let out a breath, which was more of a silent sigh.
“You have not done anything wrong that I know of, yet! We are just here to check your new markings, now keep still!”
“But not with Uncle here! I’m naked!”
One of the maids handed her a hand towel, which she thought was kind of her but would have been a lot kinder if it had been a bit larger. As she held it in front of herself, attempting to decide which part of her anatomy she should cover with it, Amy wondered if it was something with vampires and nakedness that was not just made up by humans for the film industry. All the females here seemed to enjoy getting their kit off and then keeping it off for as long as possible.
“Stop that nonsense at once! Your uncle will not be seeing anything new to him or anything you were not very keen to show him when you were in heat! And if it had not been for his self restraint, you would be several months pregnant by now, so just stand still. It is not that you even have anything worthwhile to hide.”
Amy knew her face was now going red, and it did not help that the maids (who themselves were also naked but did not care who saw them) were softly giggling over the remarks of how she must have shown herself off to her uncle when in heat. She couldn’t remember it all that clearly, but she knew her aunt was right. He
had seen every inch of her a number of times and in close detail. Being in heat removes all normal self control, and if it had been just up to her, she would have lost her virginity and became pregnant the first time she met him. Thinking of that now just made the redness of her face burn hotter.
“See, Phabian! A perfect brand: something she will be proud of for the rest of her life!”
Amy gave a little jump as her aunt slapped her leg.
“And that will be a very short life if she will not stand still!”
“Sorry, Aunt, but it stings when you touch it. Shouldn’t it have healed by now?”
“Not with this branding, my dear. The soreness will go away in a few weeks, but it will never fully heal. You are now the proud owner of your very own family brand, and if you don’t talk to anyone and we can get you to stop smelling like a dead cow, you may even pass as normal.”
Amy just stood and silently watched her aunt and uncle discuss what she would be doing from now on as a family member, and it sounded very boring. Their conversation covered her having to learn thousands of rules to being a vampire along with a strict regime of diet and cleanliness that made Amy think that being a vampire was something on the lines of joining a very devout religious sect. She then wondered if anyone had ever tried to register it as a religion; it should tick all the correct boxes and get the government tax benefits.
At last, they gave up poking and prodding her body, and her aunt now added her back into the conversation.
“As to your new rank of Mistress, you will have maids who will be with you on a rotating basis. They are maids and not slaves, so if I find you becoming too lazy, then they will be removed. If you mistreat them, I will beat you soundly; is that understood?”
Amy nodded and wondered if asking them not to sleep with her naked would be grounds for mistreatment, as she was not sure if she could ever get used to sleeping with naked girls that were so well developed. If she did not suffocate during the night, she would surely end up with an inferiority complex.
“Good! Now carry on with your bath, and no picking at the brand or I will cut and file your claws!”
With that, Amy got back into the bath, and the girls began washing her hair. Her brand stung a little in the water, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t live with. Now that she had a brand, she could leave her rooms and find a way to escape.
She would play along at being a child, but they couldn’t stop her from growing up and escaping.
Amy
Chapter 12
Bored
Amy looked around the room. She was bored; she was always bored. Being a teenager was boring, and being a teenager for so long, sooooooo very long, was terminally, extra boring. It had not taken her long to discover that her age limited her movements. She had one whole floor to roam, and the times she had tried to leave, the maids would follow her until her aunt caught up with her and created an interesting punishment, which meant she was forced to give up ideas of escaping. That last interesting punishment was having all her clothes confiscated for three days, forcing her to walk about in a large, fluffy, pink bath towel.
She was clean. Oh, yes! She was really, really clean; her claws shone, and her fangs sparkled. And so they should; she had just spent the last hour polishing them. Her aunt believed in cleanliness like it was a religion, but then she believed that her room was suited for a teenager, too.
And she was wrong; the room was perfect for a nine-year-old: not, definitely not, for a teenager. Pink was nice, and in limited use a pleasant color to look at, but Amy’s bedroom had been overindulged with pink until you could have nightmares about cotton candy. She had asked her aunt if she could paint it a nice vampire black, but she had lost TV viewing rights for two days over the suggestion, so she never made it again.
True, she had her own TV, and that was nice. The nest had its own cable tv system, even if the only channels she could get were kids’ cartoons and animal and wildlife programs. There could have been a world war going on, but she would only know about it if it affected the migration of the Siberian snow goose. She was now perfect at hissing and growling like a wild animal, and she could also do a fantastic range of farmyard animal noises, but as a vampire was not that sure they would be useful except at very boring parties.
Amy had seen so many documentaries that she could recognize some of the animals by their personal names, like Eric the anteater; he limped on one back leg and had starred in five different documentaries covering three countries. She expected he had his own air mile club card, too.
Her aunt had warned her that she could no longer live with humans, as she had changed too much now, which was partly due to her coming into heat too early. Amy had not believed her at the time; who would believe someone who said in a matter-of-fact voice that she would stop growing older for a few years so that her mind and body could be in sync? Why the heck did she have to stop growing older when she was still a teenager, the worst possible time in her life?
She had been told that vampires could look younger if they concentrated but never older. She had tried it once to see if it worked, but only the once; she was able to look more like an 8th grader, then she found herself stuck that way for days! If she risked it again, she would be lucky to even be allowed into junior high. She feared that she would be the only vampire celebrating her 100th birthday by starting preschool!
Even now she felt, well, not younger, but different somehow. Amy thought the cartoons she watched were funnier, and she no longer found living underground odd. True, it was still cold, but she blamed the over-powered air pumps for that. This was her home, and the smell the walls gave off was comforting. She had her own maid, so should have been happy, but it was so extremely boring being stuck as a teenager.
She had reluctantly learned a lot about being a vampire from her aunt; just like the human world, it made little sense at times. Like, when would a modern vampire need to cross a room with three heavy books balanced on her head to prove she was well brought up? Sometimes vampire training felt more like a 19th century finishing school for young ladies. Well, she had learned to walk in a straight line, one foot in front of the other, as well as not to use one’s skirt as a fan to cool yourself down when in public (or people would think you had just passed wind).
As for modesty, seeing that the maids walked about half naked most of the time and the nest uniform was a transparent item of sleepwear that went out of fashion before they invented the wheel, why did her aunt have so many strict rules on how not to bend over in a short skirt, and that one always had to climb stairs with your left hand behind you to hold your dress or skirt close to your bottom so that boys walking behind you could not look up your skirt and see your panties?
Amy looked in the mirror and said, “Well, at least I look cool,” then she wondered whether teenagers in the outside world still said cool?
Giving a twirl, she watched herself in the mirror; her hair was neatly tied back, and she looked good in black. She had on black jeans and a black t-shirt, all of which would look very good on any vampire. The only thing to spoil the image was the bat. Okay, so it was true that bats were a good decoration where vampires were concerned. Amy just didn’t think it should be in pink or so large, as it covered most of her meager chest.
As to living conditions, she must have been the only vampire to feel the cold, and she always got cold feet when walking barefooted around the draughty corridors (her aunt’s rules said no shoes). Amy now tended to wear thick bed socks with the traditional nightdress. She had a selection of black and pink socks, black socks that had pink bats on them, and the pink socks that had black bats on them. It was obvious that her aunt had never had children; she just wished that she did not try to practice parenting on her.
Amy opened the wardrobe and reluctantly took out a nightdress. The stupid house rules said that females had to wear nightdresses when walking the corridors, like some kind of house of horror movie uniform. Who in their right mind would ever think it would look sexy on
a flat-chested teenager? They were definitely designed for vampires with big bosoms, and in the movies they were always lesbians who showed their teeth and hid in a corner until they got killed by a human with unusual skills in woodwork. Her aunt had a big bosom, but then there was plenty of her aunt to go around, so it wasn’t like her bosom was anything to brag about. The one thing Amy knew was that no matter how skilled a vampire hunter was, he would never want to stick anything into her aunt.
House rules said that you had to look sexy: pale, sexy, anorexic, sexy, busty, and sexy, and apparently you could do all that by just wearing a transparent nightie with no bra or panties. Okay, okay. Amy always obeyed the rules; little vampire girls should be good, obedient little girls (HUH!). See-through clothing with her bust size was not a good idea, so she always wore full underwear under the nightdress uniform, and she was right, as no one ever said she would look better without it.
Amy Looking sexy in a see-through nightie….as if
Amy pulled the nightdress over her head and worked it down her body, trying to get it to look sexy (as if). Well, she had learned a lot during her stay: mostly how to keep warm in the corridors, which doubled up as wind tunnels. The wind just had to be a male wind, as where the wind came from she had no idea, but she knew where it wanted to go. It had only taken her a few days to work out that wearing a nightdress with no underwear was not a good idea unless you tied weights around the hem. She was never sure how far rules bent before they broke, but she started off slowly by adding underwear to the uniform first, then a white t-shirt and panties, then two pairs of panties on extra cold days, until she reached what she wore today.
And that was a very sexy (circa 1860s) nightdress, but underneath she had on full underwear plus a black t-shirt and black jeans, and thick woolly socks (also black). It may even have looked a little sexy if everything had been in pure black, but being a semi-transparent nightdress, the large pink bat on her t-shirt kind of made it look like she was a fluffy toy smuggler. The pink bats on the socks looked more stupid than cute. If someone didn’t do something with the heating soon, then she would add a black woolly hat to finish off the overall sexy look. If anyone complained, she would sew a pink bat onto it!
