by Amy Mah
“And now, the next item on the agenda is a request from the Pinkbat family to raise one of their females to alpha status.”
Does he have to be so obvious that he thinks it is not a good idea? The rolling of his eyes was bad enough, but does he also have to sigh? Amy asked herself silently in her head. It was not a normal sigh but a theatrical sigh, as if he were waiting for the curtain to come down before the next act started. And by the looks of it, I’m the next act, and it could involve hungry lions.
He looked at Amy like something someone trod in and uttered a few words in her direction.
“The first test, Miss Pinkbat, is to see if you have the necessary fighting skills, so defend yourself.”
Then all hell broke loose. Well, mostly I broke loose! Amy saw this big burly vampire coming towards her, so she ran at him, dropping down onto her butt at the last minute to kick him in the knee caps. This was followed by punching him in the groin, and as he bent over in pain, Amy headbutted him in the chin and poked a finger in his eye for good measure, so that he keeled over, groaning.
A slow hand clap sounded, and Amy looked towards Mr. Mega Alpha.
“Well done, Miss Pinkbat, but that was a clerk to the council. Perhaps if you could now kindly let him get up and turn your attention to the person you should be fighting.”
Huh! Like how was I to know, and now I had used up all my fighting ploys!
Amy faced one of the guards. He cracked his knuckles as he looked at her. Oh crap!
He was standing leaning on a long pole, then in a flash he swung the pole in a circle. Instead of ducking, Amy grabbed hold of it and lowered her body mass at the same time.
Dropping her weight to zero, she was able to hang onto the pole by her claws. The guard’s attempt to flick her off had the interesting effect of throwing her up at an angle. That meant Amy was now above him, and because she did not have wings, she was also dropping.
Her landing was not soft, as she landed butt-first on his head and slid a bit. Amy hit his shoulders with her full weight. Okay, so I am not that heavy, but her weight was still very good for its surprise value.
This position meant two things: one, she was able to get a good knee lock around his neck, and two, he was now blind, as Amy’s nightdress tumbled down over his shoulders. And three, I was in a very good position to pee on him if he tried to do anything rude, since his face was so close to my nether regions.
He tried to pull Amy off by grabbing her waist, which caused her to pass gas. Okay, I farted, but it was not my fault. He was squishing my tummy, and I did just have a large breakfast. Amy thought that he should consider himself lucky that she had visited the washroom before coming in. If not, squishing my tummy like that might have been a sure way of getting himself a wet face.
Without her inner vamp’s help, Amy did not think that her standard fighting skills were that good. All she could think to do was to punch him in the face. Vampire strength was definitely a plus but would be more helpful if it came with instructions, so Amy just continued to punch him in the face. It was easy with her legs wrapped around his neck. Where else can I reach from up here? And as his head is completely covered by my nightdress, it is not like I can even see what I am hitting.
Amy was not getting any help from her inner vamp, but she was not silent. Amy could hear her in her mind, and the bitch was laughing, It started as a giggle when Amy kicked the male in the nuts, and then it turned into full laughter when the guy between Amy’s legs started coughing and swearing after she farted (but it had stopped him from pressing her tummy again).
The constant hitting him on the nose must have been getting to be painful, as the guard was now desperately pulling at Amy’s legs. It also may have been due in part to her squeezing, which added to the fact that he could now no longer breathe. For months and months, the sadistic school teacher had forced those very same legs to build up their strength by having Amy hang from ceilings for hours while holding very heavy weights in her arms. Being a turnling, I am sure he thinks we should all practice at being bats.
The ceiling was also situated over a floor that was covered in broken glass in case the students needed encouragement. Well, needless to say, Amy had built up some very strong leg muscles, which had given her a bouncy, bow-legged walk along with the certain knowledge that any potential rapist in the future would need to bring a crow bar with him.
After another three minutes, Amy felt more like a lumberjack that had forgotten the rules of cutting down a tree while standing on it. Like a tree, the goon passed out under her, and as he fell, she stepped off him like a captain leaving his sinking ship. The entire experience left her thinking that she should take up poetry, as I look to have a knack for descriptive words.
As Amy looked about, she could see that the head vamp had his head in his hands and could have been crying or laughing, and with a kick from her inner vamp, she knew what she wanted to do.
That idiot may have been the boss, but he was still a mega fool, as he ignored Amy’s charge across the room and stood with his hands behind his back. At her speed, there was no way he could he could defend himself, and at the last second he even dropped to his knees and bent his head to one side to make it as easy as possible for her to rip his throat out.
Amy did the only thing she could do, and that was to come to a dead halt and throw herself to the ground, both kowtowing and sticking her butt in the air at the same time. It was the most subservient, take-me-now position that she knew. It may be frigging demeaning, but it did mean I would be alive a little longer.
This old guy did not bluff, and he did not surrender. He played games and he killed. No matter how easy a target he made himself, it was all show for the onlookers, and from the smile crossing his lips, Amy could see he knew that she knew it was just a test, and that if she were alive at the end of it, then she had passed the second test.
“Oh, please, I have just eaten. Do stop waving your butt about like that; it may go off again and kill us all. And do stand up.”
As Amy rose, he grabbed her by the feet with a movement she did not even see. She was now dangling in mid air with her full mass of weight!
This pervert may be the boss, but he is still a mega pervert!!!! Amy thought. She was now the blind one as the nightdress dropped down to cover her eyes, causing laughter from the council as he stuck his nose in her crotch and sniffed. Amy pushed both fists upwards, forcing her nightdress between her legs in an upside-down Marilyn Monroe pose and knocked his head away.
“Well, I would say she smells female, but mostly all I can smell is Lily of the Valley and aloe vera. This is the first time I can think of that a female ever smelled of cactus or anything so sharp and prickly so close to that part of her anatomy, and it would certainly put me off from mating with her.”
Again, Amy heard the whole room burst into laughter. Leaving one hand in place to keep her decent, she swung at his face with the other. With all claws extended, she should have been able to leave some nice contour lines on his face if he had not blocked the slap and bent her little finger back until it almost snapped. Tears started to form in her eyes when he did the same to the other hand, and it forced her to go blind once more as the dress once again dropped over her head.
“In my day, females all had good, heaving bosoms, and the only wind to escape was from their lips, and that was a nice gentle hiss of being happy that you had noticed them. Not so today, and with this flat-chested creature, I had wondered if perhaps it was a male pretending to be female. But no, if you look carefully between the legs, it is obvious it is female. See? Take a look: pink panties with cute little embroidered bats in various pastel shades to tell everyone she is a vampire. I know teenage fashion is an enigma to me, but surely if a male has to get to a girl’s underwear before he knows she is a female vampire, I fear for the general education of our species, and young males in particular.”
No, not just a pervert, but a sexist pervert! And next time, I will go for his neck, even if he does kill me
in the attempt! In the meantime, Amy attempted blindly to scratch at him between his legs. Failing to strike anything in the dark, she pulled the material away from her eyes to try biting him in the same place she had tried to scratch.
“Perhaps we should just leave her as a beta, bring her into heat, and give her to the guards. She couldn’t kill more than three or four of them before at least one made her pregnant; all right, more like seven or eight would die, but it would mean only the strongest would mate with her, and we may even be able to prevent her from eating him if we are fast.”
With this last comment, Amy was able to grab on to his left leg, and sink her teeth deep into the flesh, which he disappointingly ignored. Holding her feet with one hand, he reached down and dragged Amy’s head up by her hair. Using his other hand so that her body was now in a strange smiley shape, he stared into her eyes. Amy’s blood went cold.
“Do stop fidgeting! Look into my eyes, and just take a long nap, will you? Sleep for, say, 12 hours, then wake up fully refreshed and probably bursting to take a piss. Look, I don’t care if you have by then wet the bed, but for pity’s sake, GO TO SLEEP!!!”
He was stupidly doing it all wrong; voice commands could control lesser vamps, but not just shouting at people. And as for the eyes, Amy thought. Eyes did not do anything but blink or wink; that was just human vampire misinformation. I was going to remain perfectly awa………..
Abomination
Valerius quietly sighed, and after dropping the unconscious young female to the floor, he then grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her up so that he could get a clear bite to her neck without the bother of bending over. Sticking one’s butt in the air never looked good and always hurt the small of his back.
He carefully readied himself. It was expected that he should at least taste an applicant before passing his verdict. The female was very good at fighting, but she could stay a beta and still breed good, strong young, so he had no pressing reason to make her an alpha.
Then he bit her.
It should have just been a taste, but he must have taken nearly a pint before he could stop himself. The blood was old; she was only a child, but her blood was ancient: the oldest he had ever tasted.
Her bloodline was not of the nest, yet the nest had accepted her. Her blood image was all wrong!
Valerius stepped into a world long gone and looked around. He had thought his daughter’s mother’s bloodline was old, but this one was older. Society had driven his daughter’s mother away, and he had not forgiven it for that. The council even called for the child to be culled; true, it was only the once, and then only by five of the council.
He remembered it well; they had been five very foolish council members, the same five whose bodies had been found next day crushed to pulp at the bottom of the elevator shaft. People said that it looked like the elevator had descended upon their bound bodies hundreds of times to cause such injuries. Oddly, nothing was ever said about his daughter again.
This child was an abomination with a capital A. Her untainted full blood was showing him images of her real self, and even being still a child, she was magnificent: truly magnificent. And she was valuable. The stupid members of the council would not see it, but nests in the past would have gone to war to add blood like hers to their gene pool.
Phabian could not have realized her true value. If he had, he would not have adopted her into his household but instead taken her as a mate, for any male child from her would be a powerful addition to the nest and would be greatly sought after to breed with as many females as possible. Mixing her old blood into the gene pool would help make the nest more powerful in the world.
Now he faced the worry of keeping her safe and finding out just where she came from. Disturbed from his thoughts by the silence in the room, he dropped her like a rag doll, and looked about the room at the questioning faces. As a politician, he knew never to lie to the council, but then again, as a senior politician, he could also be economical with the truth.
“Oh, please forgive me! You know how it is; one forgets how thirsty one is until one starts to drink. Now, please turn to page 22, and you will see a short bio on this female, which hopefully you have all read before the meeting.”
She was valuable to the nest, and now that he knew about her, he would have to be careful to take control of the situation.
“Now, we really need to move on to more important things. It is normal for us to have females go renegade and run off from the nest, so it is not hard to imagine that a pregnant female of our nest ran off and gave birth to this creature, leaving her to live wild, You, of course, agree she would have to be our blood, or the nest would not have accepted her. We have a school report by one of our best ex-guards pointing out that she is an outstanding pupil. He only wished she was male, but she is still excellent for breeding. Do not mistake this horseplay of fighting she put on as a show for us; on pages 34 to 40, you will see details of her kills and fights.”
“The various mass killings of humans, along with defeating and killing of her own kind, mean she is of good stock, and only a few days ago, she pretended to be an alpha to enter and defeat an alpha opponent in the tournaments. True, we should punish her for it, except she won so easily it would make our alpha system look foolish. And when I say the alpha system, I mean the council. And when I say the council, I mean it will make all of you look foolish, so the obvious thing is that she is an alpha, and unless anyone disagrees, that is what she is. Anyone?”
Of course, the council members were not foolish: well, not foolish enough to stand up on their own and go against Valerius on such a minor thing of female status. Besides, the whole female status procedure was one of the most boring parts of committee meetings, and no one wanted to slow it down even more. Apart from the fighting, where most girls lose their clothes in the struggles, the best parts were when the applicant was fully naked and when the smell of burning flesh filled the air as she was branded.
Valerius went over to a small box and carefully removed a block, which was smoking with obvious heat. He carefully examined it before replacing it. He then went over to the gently snoring body of Amy and picked her up by the hair and dropped her onto a table facedown. With a single claw, he cut down the back of the nightdress. The material parted and dropped to either side of the sleeping form. Using the same claw tip, he gently pulled the pink panties with the small bats on them down across a pert bottom to reveal a pinkish burn in the shape of a small bat on the right hip.
Some of the council thought that this was the only good thing involved in making alpha females, and several leaned forward as Valerius went back to the box, picked out the hot branding block, and touched it onto Amy’s hip over the area where her bat family brand was located, producing a sizzling noise and the pungent smell of burning flesh.
After replacing the branding block, he beckoned to a guard and told him to remove and return her still unconscious body back to the Pinkbat household. He smelled the air then turned back to the council.
“Now, that smells a lot better than aloe vera. Good, now that’s out of the way, and we can move on to more pressing matters. I will have her name added to the breeding lists, although I don’t think we should worry about doing anything with her too soon: not until we can tame her a little more to be sure she does not eat her young or kill the mate we pick for her before he has had the chance to impregnate her.”
He laughed. “Do not worry; I will not ask for volunteers.”
As he laughed again and the council joined in, the smile he had on his lips was a genuine one.
Chapter 18
Chinese Takeout
Tonight was the night, and Amy was kind of excited, as she had never done it with a boy before. Max has been worrying so much, so very much that I finally said yes to him, but boy has he got to pay for the pleasure of having me! Amy thought. Tonight’s date was outside of the nest, as it was takeout night.
As dumb as it sounded for a group of secret underground vampires, the nest
had takeout delivered every full, new and gibbous moon. It arrived at the front entrance, and all the human delivery people thought that the offices above were working late. That night was Chinese takeout night, so the plan was for Amy and Max to sneak out while the food was coming in. Okay, so it was not much of a plan, but it’s all we have. If it fails, then Max will have to wait till next gibbous moon to have me.
Of course, the getting out part was not the most pressing worry on Amy’s mind; she didn’t know what to wear. She just knew that with her luck, whatever time of year it was, it would still be cold out. Short, sexy skirts were a no-no. I must be the only vampire in the world to fear getting a chill.
And then she wondered what to take with her. The plan was to visit her human auntie, so a backpack was a must. Amy hoped her human aunt had kept some of her old underwear so she could bring it back with her. I am sick of having pink bats on all my undies!
She packed packets of tissues, of course, and not just in case they couldn’t find a washroom when needed but also to be handy for that. No, it’s for, you know, cleaning up afterwards, as guys can be so messy.
You do know that I am talking about letting him bite me, don’t you? Not about sex. Yes, it is normal for female vampires to have sex anytime we want, as we can only become pregnant when we are in heat. You didn’t know? Well, I happen to be writing a book on it, and I suggest you read it.
Anyway, Amy and Max could have had sex, but biting was far more of a turn on for both genders. Vampires could read their partners by tasting their blood and see what they really looked like and feel their emotions. Yes, guys do have emotions! I know it is odd to say, but they do. Sharing blood was one of the greatest turn ons between full vamps. With humans or turnlings, it was just food, but a turnling drinking from a full-blood bonds to the full-blood on a very personal level.
