by Amy Mah
“How dare you stop me?! And put those stupid toys down at once!”
The leading man bravely stood his ground but lowered his gun. Amy was still not sure if bullets could kill a vampire, and anything used against a male with their overblown egos that did not kill them would piss them off big time and terminally end any future conversations you may have planned to have with them.
“I am sorry, my Lord; we only have record of you stepping out.”
Amy watched as the man swallowed before carrying on.
“The rules state you can not bring a …err… . a snack home without permission.”
Max was all smiles and teeth when he looked down again at Amy, and Amy wondered how much practice you had to have to talk with your fangs partly out.
“Female, these stupid pets think that I have brought home Chinese takeout! And from a sealed garden! Can’t the stupid apes think?”
Amy could see that Max was now enjoying himself, and for her benefit, he was going to milk the situation for all he could.
“So your records are wrong! What did I do, fly into the garden with her? Am I a bat, or am I first Lord Maxamillian?
Amy’s mouth dropped open as Max went through a large number of names that seamed never-ending. When he eventually finished, he gave a hurt look to Amy and said in a whisper, “Sorry; I said I had a crappy name.”
Turning back to the man, Max continued. “And this is my cousin, Lady Amelia, Mistress of the Night Mare, and she is of alpha rank.”
Amy let out a single word, “Cooool!”
He looked down again to Amy.
“You didn’t think I could understand the abbreviated name you gave me? Amy Mah, Creature of the Night is so easy. Amy is Amelia, and Ma or Mah would be a Chinese family name for Horse. And as for adding ‘Creature of the Night,’ you are implying that the said horse is female and a creature of the night. Still very short and such a very pretty name you have, Lady Amelia, Mistress of the Night Mare. You are so lucky; it takes me hours to write my full name on a form.”
As he looked back up, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the nearest guard, who did not resist as Max then used a claw to cut away the sleeve on the man’s left arm, leaving just bare skin. Max’s fangs had disappeared from view, leaving behind a cold smile as he now held the arm up over Amy’s head and slid a claw along it to create a cut, which bleed profusely.
“Do you know how much trouble I would be in if I killed you for pointing a gun at me?”
The smell was overwhelming. Amy knew her eyes had changed color, and she almost lost all control when several drops splashed onto her face. She saw the look on the guard’s face as he struggled to pull his arm away, but it now meant nothing to her as a wonderful meal was being set before her.
Her fangs extended, and she was ready, but disappointment turned to anger as Max let go of the arm, leaving the man to fall over and crawl away. She knew she should not show her fangs to a male, but now she did not care; this was no longer a demonstration on dental hygiene but an alcoholic having a drink placed under his nose then taken away. She could not move as Max had pinned her to the floor with a knee as he continued to smile and talk to the human guards.
“Very little, but I fully understand that you have to check if someone wishes to bring in a packed lunch. As you can see, my cousin is not human, but rules are rules, and I would not dream of you letting her pass unless you are fully happy that she is who I say she is.”
“Moreover, as my cousin has not eaten recently, I am sure she will be more than happy to provide you with a little demonstration as to her membership of our species. No? Well, then, your record keeping must be at fault, as you have my word that she belongs here. The disc she wears shows that her rank entitles her to come and go as she wishes. If you dare to insult her by calling her human again or even get in her way, she has my full permission as a first lord to teach you some manners in any way she thinks fit. Now, you have my permission to return to your posts.”
As they left, Max tried to lift his knee off Amy only to discover that the pain as he tried was due to her now holding his knee in place with her hand claws. They had not only shredded the lower leg of his trousers but were now dug so deep into his leg that she threatened to become a permanent attachment to his clothing.
Max bent down and whispered, “Naked, a kiss, fangs, and now claws on a first date? My! You are giving me such a boner!”
Amy discovered that fangs and claws could retract at the same speed her face could turn red, and that was very fast.
“PERVERT! Now get off me, or I will really show you how sharp my claws are when I remove your face!”
Max offered a hand to Amy then winced as she let him pull her up, holding his hand with her once again fully extended claws. He smiled, winked and whispered again.
“Wow! A girl that has a good, strong grip with her fingers! That’s something every guy dreams of in a girlfriend! In fact, I think I’m now going to dream about you with my morning wood!”
Amy was not that sure what he meant, but it sounded filthy. Well, he was a boy, so it had to be filthy. Even vampire boys had minds like a cess pool; it came as standard with his boy bits, so she let go of his hand.
“Yuck! Just do me the favor of not thinking about me at all! You are not my boyfriend, and if you ever, and I repeat, ever, think of trying to watch me as I sleep with some stupid idea that I will find it romantic, then be prepared for me to bite you very hard and in a place you will not be able show off to your friends as a fighting scar.”
She wiped the hand he lifted her up by on her jeans and made a mental note to wash it when she got to her room.
“Watch you sleep? Crap, what fun is that? Now, if you would invite me to your room, watching you sleep would be the last thing on my mind! I would be happy to risk a bite to perhaps watch you shower. Why, I could even bring my own soap and join you!”
Amy was not sure if she liked the dreamy, far-away look he had on his face. She suspected his imagination was taking her dream image places where she did not want it to go.
“My aunt says males should always be polite when talking to females, and that means not using dirty words; save them for the famula. They like all the smutty stuff. Just because I don’t understand what they mean does not mean I won’t slap you again, but next time a lot harder!”
“I could explain in detail if you wish?” Max said hopefully.
She ignored his last comment and followed him into some sort of Ante room. Opening the backpack, she took out her nightdress. She then glared at him until he got the message and turned around. Amy removed her top, pulled the nightdress over her head, and wriggled it down to reach the floor, and only then did she undo her jeans and let them drop. No matter what the custom was for females to wear, she decided that it would always come with underwear.
“You can turn around now. I’m decent, or as decent as a girl can be with such stupid things to wear.”
“You look, err…”
“Yes, thank you; that says everything!”
“Anyway how can I not think of you as you promised to show me all your claws on our next date?”
“And that will be like forever after my aunt finds out about today.”
“Crap, don’t tell her! And if she finds out, show her the disc and tell her you are now a declared relative of a first lord. I outrank any aunt in this ant’s nest. Besides, my sisters are planning a picnic in the gardens next full moon, and you can tell your aunt that if you do not attend, it will really piss me off. I will even send you an official invitation.”
He gave a lopsided smile.
“Please, come to the picnic and meet my sisters. I can’t really do anything to your aunt, but she won’t know that. And we vamps are such sticklers for rules, power and status; just my family name should make her wet herself.”
Amy just raised her eyes at the thought of anything less than a full nuclear strike affecting her aunt’s bladder control.
“I’ll see, but no promi
ses, okay?”
He smiled and put his fingers to her chin. k`1`2
“Well, in that case, let me take a look at your fangs again.”
“Pervo! No way!”
Amy pressed her lips tight together to form a pout, but then they without any of her own control parted. She was in shock to discover his lips were now pressed onto them, and he was kissing her!
What could she do? What should she do? Well, she could have pulled away; she could have slapped him again, even harder than before, which would be the proper reaction. There were lots of things she could do, if she could only think. At the very least, what she should not do was to kiss him back, but apparently that was just what she was now doing. She also definitely should not have had her tongue in his mouth, playing with his like two mating snakes.
Her breathing was heavy by the time they finished the fifth long kiss, and he stepped back from her. She let the wall support her; if it had not, she knew that she would fall over, as her legs no longer felt very stable.
He leaned towards her, placing both his hands on the wall on either side of her head. Amy could feel the warmth of his breath as he whispered, “Now do you agree that we have been on a date?”
Amy’s heart was tight. Guys! What a stupid time to start asking technical questions! The best she could do was answer,
“…………s…………”
If it had been a date, then I may as well make it a memorable one, thought Amy. She extended just her top fangs and nicked his top lip before retracting them. Everyone knew that on a first date, a guy could not bite a girl, as he should pay for the meal. But the girl, well, the girl was allowed to bite the guy.
Forget tongues; that was for kids on a real date. A bloody kiss was the hottest sort you could have, and Max was bleeding so well from such a small cut that their kisses were slimy, tangy and so nice to taste that Amy’s body wanted to do things that a nice girl should not want to do. OMG! I so want to extend my claws and rip his stupid clothes off to bite him all over! she realized.
He now moved back; removing a handkerchief from his top pocket, he gave it a little flick and then carefully wiped his mouth.
“As I was saying, my crazy, mega-cute girlfriend, I am so looking forward to our next date. Until then!”
With a fleeting kiss, he turned and was gone before Amy had time to point out that she was neither crazy nor his girlfriend. The very idea of having a boyfriend was stupidly, impossibly something she did not have time for. And well, just because he smelled so nice did not mean …… Amy’s mind was racing. Kissing a boy is not a big deal for a girl my age, whatever my age is. Drinking his blood was only for medical reasons, and the idea of seeing him turn into some black-winged angel was just a trick of the blood. That is hardly anything compared with the time I drank blood from a drug addict donor that gave me visions of green mice for three days. They had looked so real that I gave them names, and I still miss not seeing little green “Micky” flying about the bedroom on little green mouse wings.
The return trip was a lot better than the climb up, although Amy didn’t think that she would have cared or even noticed if she’d had to walk all the way down. It’s just a blood high, she told herself. That’s all: nothing else.
Max
Chapter 16
Sexy Dreams
Bambi was out when Amy got to her room, so she cleaned her teeth, had a quick shower and hair wash, then filled the bath up and made it nice and soapy to have a long soak. She cleaned her teeth again and gargled as her mind went over the day’s events.
I am sure I can still smell Max on me, and all we did was kiss! Amy added extra bubble stuff to the bath water. Being a vampire meant that you had a good sense of smell, and at times it was extremely inconvenient. Casual sex is said to be the norm with female vampires, and everyone thought that females were at it all the time, but that was mostly all talk. Due to our wonderful sense of smell, forget the idea of nice glowing cheeks and a bounce to one’s step being the only giveaway signs of going all the way with a boyfriend! Heck, no! You will reek of him for days! Talk about getting a reputation: you may as well walk around with a sign that says, “I’m an easy lay.”
Max had been right; the place did smell to Amy after coming in from the garden. Having a garden outside was also an odd thing for vampires that did not go out in the daylight; an old graveyard would have been more fitting. The smell was not quite like old socks: more of mold. Perhaps that was why folklore said vampires smelled of the graveyard.
Amy closed her eyes. He was cute in a boy way, and maybe a little hot (or he would be when he got a little older). He would not make the football team with his body shape, but if he did, he could easily eat the other team before they could score based upon the size of his fangs alone. He did have such nice fangs, and well, from what the girls talked about at school, a guy with long fangs meant he also had a long- Amy pushed that thought to one side, wondering if it was rude for a girl to admire the size of a boy’s fangs.
He said that I have the best teeth he has seen, and seeing them gave him a boner. No, not hot, just a stupid pervert and male; but at least someone noticed me (even if it was only for my teeth). Now if I could just stop seeing him remove his shirt in slow motion every time I close my eyes…
His blood was soooooooooo good and so filling! Amy also had learned a new fact on being a vampire; bite marks could still be seen even when the vampire sealed up the wound, which was something I had not previously known or noticed. Humans just see the holes magically disappear, whereas all we do is reseal the surface skin. The bruising of the penetration is still there under the surface and visible if you look closely.
After the day’s events, Amy was now mega sleepy. As the warm water of the bath took the tension out of her body, she dozed off several times only to be awoken by odd dreams (and once by almost drowning). Well, Aunt said it is normal for a girl my age to have, err….odd dreams where boys were involved, and nothing to worry about. Then she had taken a look through my extended movie collection and removed some of the more spicy ones.
The odd dream starred her sitting on a roof getting ready for dinner, but instead of the usual hunting clothes, all Amy was wearing was a very thin and extremely transparent nightdress. I did not feel cold but knew someone could still hang two coats off my chest!
Looking over the edge of the roof and below, she saw this boy changing shirts. He had a selection in front of him and was trying one on after another but finding them too small. So he pulled them off over his head in disgust and dropped them to the floor, creating a large pile of discarded shirts.
Next, there Amy was, standing next to him with a larger shirt that she knew would fit him perfectly. But he insisted on trying on the small ones, which did not fit. In the end, Amy lost her cool at his obvious stupidity, grabbing the small shirt off him, saying that it was hers, and handing him the large one.
He took it but waited, expecting her to put on the smaller one. Without him saying anything, she knew that he wouldn’t put the large one on until she had tried on the smaller one, proving it was hers. That meant removing my nightdress in front of him to put it on, and for some reason I was naked under my nightdress.
At that point, Amy woke up.
Slowly, her eyes opened. She expected that there were worse things than waking up to discover that you were eyeball-to-eyeball with your aunt, but she couldn’t think of any at the moment. Human girls would have screamed or fainted or both; me? Well, okay, so it was not the coolest of positions to be in, hanging from the ceiling by one’s claws nude and dripping, but I must say that the hiss I gave out was pretty impressive.
“Stop that childishness at once and come here, or I will really give you something to hiss about.”
Amy carefully dropped to the ground and stood up. She retracted all sharp bits of her body and dripped her way to stand naked in front of her aunt.
“Well? Are you going to explain yourself?”
“Sorry, Aunt, but you took me by
surprise; I am sure the claw marks in the ceiling are not that noticeable.”
Eek! From the look on her aunt’s face, Amy knew that she knew something, and ceiling scratching was not on her list of questions. All she has to do is look at me and I start apologizing for things I did wrong, which she could not know about, in case I missed out on the ones she did know about. Amy knew from painful experience not to miss out on the ones she did know about, so she decide to break all the rules of being a teenager and tell her the truth.
“I was running away. I dressed as a famula, left the building, and waited in the garden for sunrise, but the sun was too hot and I had to return.”
True, it was a slightly abridged version of the truth, but it was the truth nevertheless. Amy was therefore painfully disappointed at not being believed. Some of the pain also came from the demeaning punishment of having to stand very still and be slapped on her bare bottom a number of times.
And I am sure she gets far too much pleasure in doing it, Amy thought. If I really were a child, I could have her arrested for child abuse, for she has a perfect slap, vampire strength and uses the tips of her claws, which meant that not only did it sting like hell but it would be red and painful to sit on for several hours. The only thing it has taught me is that if I ever get interested in S&M, I know that I would prefer to be the one doing the hitting.
“Very funny! Famula can’t change floors, and beta females can’t leave the nest without a male’s permission. The gardens are a sealed area, so let’s try again, shall we? Start with the male that gave you that fancy disc.”
“It’s called a modesty disc, Aunt.”
“I know what it is and what type of family it comes from but not how you got it. This is the last time I am going to ask who the male was and what you did to get such a token. I want the whole story, and right now! If you are a good girl and tell me everything, then I will not make your punishment too harsh.”
Amy took a breath. Okay, so she is more concerned about Max and talking or doing stuff with boys than running away, so heck! What, did she what me to be, a mind reader? Amy tried again.
