by Amy Mah
Amy didn’t know how the human mind could work out what was happening to them, but she believed it must be like the best orgasmic sex the person had ever had: no longer a slave to us but now part of us, which is why I apparently can hear what Bambi thinks and send her mental commands. It had taken her weeks of listening to Bambi in her head to work it out.
Amy had only ever shared blood with two other full-bloods: her uncle when he was dying, and, of course, Ice, which apart from sleeping with Bambi is about as far as I go with a girl. She now knew the pitfalls in blood sharing, even with a girl. It created a bond that was mega strong. Talk about girlfriends being like close sisters! When you share at the same time, you are more lesbo than sister! Amy thought that they had kind of gotten inside each other’s skin, which was fine so long as you remembered to wipe your feet first. Perhaps Ice could have told me all this before I promised not to butt bite her again.
Amy was willing to acknowledge that sex was also good (or so she had been told). Max was no different from any other male, but he had his maids and cold showers, so he had no right to complain. Okay, yes; he did complain (and constantly), but males were like that (and he did have his maids). Maybe they don’t count, Amy thought, as they are only walking dead meat. Since his Mom picks them for him, it is very unlikely he would even want to do anything icky with them, she reasoned. Plus of course, if I find a real vampire female smell on him, then he will be just as dead as a maid: just no longer walking about.
Yes, it was so unfair; just because vampires could have sex whenever they wanted didn’t mean that they actually did. Males smelled, and sex with them made you smell like you were marked with a felt tipped pen as owned. Amy could always smell a female that had just had sex; forget the idea of a nice happy glow; think more of a giant cloud over her with “slut” written on it. Having a sense of smell only a little less sharp than a werewolf’s was not very helpful if you were a horny female vamp!
Amy was still trying to figure out what to wear. She decided upon the Hunter outfit that her uncle had given her on their first hunting trip. It included very tight leather pants. To get them on required a good handful of talc, so Amy reasoned that the time it would take to remove them would kill off any spontaneous sexual acts if either of them got a little carried away lapping each other’s blood. Removal time? Well, forget a watch, she thought, try a calendar and then only with a maid pulling while you hold onto the bed. But they do look so mega cool that it is worth the effort.
Yes I bite
One of the human guards at the front entrance moved as if to block Amy, so she moved as if to kill him. School lessons were paying off. Mouse said vampires were the top of the food chain (well, apart from rats and cockroaches) so they should always act the part. Besides, if a ham sandwich of a human guard wanted to tap you on the shoulder, then it was his fault if he needed to count his fingers afterwards to make sure that they were all still there. I may have more freedom now that I have some melted gold burned into my flesh (and before you ask, yes; it does still itch, as for some reason the skin can’t fully heal over it), and it so freaks me out if something edible looks at me if I was some errant child. Sorry, but it pisses me off, and if I have to spend another 10 years at 16, our glorious nest is going to be missing a lot of its human servants.
It was at this point that Amy felt another tap on her shoulder.
“Oww! You bit me!”
This time it was Max standing behind her, slightly dripping and making far too much fuss about losing such a small amount of flesh.
“Oh, please! Try and at least act like a male! All I did was nip you, and you are the one always going on about taking our relationship further.”
“Err, okay, but I was hoping for some sex first. Well, a lot of sex, then meet my parents. I don’t mind an odd nip in a relationship, but we have missed out on the best bits (apart from meeting my parents that is). Shouldn’t we also be tasting each other’s blood by now? It’s how a mating starts.”
See! What did I tell you? Guys are all the same: sex, sex, sex. Well, so are girls, but that’s different and not something that guys would think.
“In your dreams! I did say that you could taste me today. It should be a special moment: something you should be keen on. A girl-guy bonding is far more intimate than any old swapping body fluids like rutting werewolves! I have never let a boy bond with me, but if it seems to mean so little to you… Well, then let’s call the whole frigging thing off. I am not even sure if I want to go on any sort of date with someone who is only thinking of me as sex pet but turns up for this date over an hour late. And instead of apologizing for letting me stand here looking like a leftover from the last Chinese takeout night, goes on about sex!”
One of the nice things about Max as a boyfriend was how cute he looked when he went deathly pale. Well, just because I love him doesn’t mean I should make his life easy.
At this point, Amy noticed he was not alone. Yes, she know that males could be a little slow at times, but when you plan to sneak out, breaking tons of written and unwritten rules, it was perhaps not a good idea to invite your sister to come along. There went any kind of hope that she had of making out, as Amy wasn’t going to do that in front of her. Not that I care, as we will not go that far. It’s just after our pool bonding, I fear she may want to join in!
For some reason, however, the potential threesome turned into a foursome, as her inner vamp decided to show up and get interested in the smutty thoughts regarding making out that were going through Amy’s mind.
A-Me
The female A-Me saw the young female with concern in her eyes approach her. She was the sibling of the young male she so liked. This young female was no danger of stealing the male from her, and she looked pretty in her winter camouflage colors. Her real looks, hidden just below the visible surface, were stunning, and they were showing through more and more after the blood coupling.
It was nice to have a future mate’s sibling like her and be worried for her safety, which so clearly showed in her mind. She would mate and breed exceptional children with this fine, strong male, but afterwards, it would be nice to warmly curl up and sleep with this one. The thought was also nice and sent a ripple through the body. She now needed to show her that she was liked and welcome, so she greeted her in a friendly way.
Ice
Blood-bonded friends
“Amy! Amy! Ameeeeee! Are you okay?”
It was only a fleeting takeover, as Amy regained control.
“Err… hi, Ice! Yes, I’m fine; why? What’s wrong?”
Ice peeled Amy off her and whispered
“Well, apart from pouncing on me and purring to me like I was a baby, you were also licking my face again!!!”
Ice did not add that she was also surprised that Amy could purr like that (which you normally needed a good 100 years practice to make do anything apart from making you sound like a happy cat. Even without the blood bonding like they did at the pool, Ice could see the ancient blood image of a black and red furry creature with folded wings that radiated power surrounding her.
All Amy remembered was that she had greeted her as a friend; the licking was a harmless idea her inner vamp had of greeting a friend, but she still reddened as she replied
“Sorry. I think my inner vamp likes you as well.”
Ice looked around then gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
“Not complaining, but let’s just do it in private, okay? We wouldn’t want Max watching, would we? And we must really talk some more about the blood-bonding episode. I’m still having some very odd side effects, and I think we should have this conversation before you do any blood bonding with my brother.”
Amy did a quick glance to Max, knowing how sharp his hearing was and silently mouthed a reply back to Ice, which just meant she looked down at her watch and said, “about 15 minutes after sundown.”
This time, Amy got close and whispered in her ear.
“I blood-bonded with my uncle before. He was sick,
and we almost drank each other dry, and nothing odd happened. Well, apart from my aunt telling me I was something called a brazen hussy when she discovered me sitting on his lap naked. But that was okay; he was naked as well, due to the plastic bags. And as for any discomfort, there was nothing apart from the damp undies she forced me to put back on afterwards. Err …but best not to tell Max, as he may not understand”
Ice didn’t say she was not sure if even she could understand it, let alone tell her brother. She wondered if she was missing out on living; her life was just so very boringly normal compared with other girls. True, Daddy took her out hunting each full moon where she would go off and kill as many humans as she could find. It was one of her few hobbies, and she really enjoyed it. She would skip and laugh over the carnage like a 5-year-old, and then they would have McDonald’s and a shake before returning home. All the blood she drank at home was from her own kills, which she was proud of. But this girl that Max had picked up massacred humans in large numbers and killed male and female vamps alike before even starting high school. She was like just so lucky.
“No, don’t worry. I won’t say a thing to him: no reason why he should know of a girl’s past. And all girls should experiment a little before settling down.”
Ice had never been allowed to experiment at all, let alone a little. She was Daddy’s youngest little girl. Her sisters stank of male when they got home from a date, but with her it was getting so bad that she hoped they would at least give her a book on the subject before she came in heat and killed whoever it was Daddy picked out of shear frustration and inexperience.
Ice looked back to Amy and knew their bonding was nowhere near normal. Girls bonded all the time; sometimes, it led to passionate sex. She had bonded a number of times (alas, minus the sex) as to most girls she was a freak and was only still alive due to Daddy’s political position. But when you blood bonded, you stepped into the other person like visiting his or her bedroom, and you could for a short time tell what the person was really like from how you saw the room.
You can even see their true ancestral shapes, and Ice knew hers stopped any girl ever wanting to bond more than once. Her shape was from her mother’s bloodline and went back to the days the earth had been covered by great sheets of ice. This upset other vampires and made them want to kill her as an abomination, which was never a good end to a sleepover.
She moved back when her brother came close giving her a dirty look: the look of a guy who knew that nothing would ever happen sexually on a date because his sister was along. He started talking to Amy, telling her that it was not his fault his baby sister had demanded to come. If he had refused, she would tell their father, and they would have been stopped.
Ice was only bluffing, but her brother would not know that. Besides, it was very unfair of them, going off without her. She never got to do exciting things, and tonight sounded like a real exciting event compared to her oh-so-empty calendar. They could have found plenty of places to have sex together without leaving the nest, so that was settled. The only thing that still played on Ice’s mind was the blood bonding. Bonding with Amy was like inviting a single friend in for drinks only to find she brought company with her, and as you chatted on the bed, the company was busy riffling through your underwear drawers and making comments on the decorations.
The whole experience had left its mark in that she could still see Amy’s true blood shape even now. She could see her large, immaterial wings twitch with excitement as she talked with Max, and she had no idea as to the image’s age: old yes, very old and of a color that did not make any sense. Her own coloring was for the ice and snow of the blood image time, whereas everyone else had a tendency to look like very large, black bats. But Amy’s was not the leathery black of other vampires. Her image was furred with soft blood red and black fur, and even her wings were the same, looking like red sheets held in shape by black vanes and bones.
Amy was not so much a bat out of hell: more like a butterfly on acid with fangs and claws and in urgent need of attending an anger management course. And for some very unvamp-like reason, Ice liked her more than any other vamp she had ever met.
Suddenly, she was brought back to the real world by her brother having to repeat what he must have just said.
“Look, I said let’s go. So if you must come, then at least stop looking like you are more interested in taking a nap!”
Up on the Roof
It came as a pleasant surprise that Amy’s human auntie’s house was only about an hour’s run, hop, skip and leap. She had not been out much, and she have never mastered the slow, misty movements with out moving the legs as they do in old movies. Her greatest worry was not to discover her auntie on the roof staring up at the night sky as she always did, but more finding her still doing it without clothing. Yes, in both vampire and human worlds, I have had an odd life.
The auntie was on the roof, and she was dressed. Apart from looking a lot older, she was the same. Amy’s uncle had been keeping her well-informed about her and her new life, which surprised Amy (but not as much as her accepting it as normal, which only proved that something was going on that no one was telling Amy).
Max and Ice stayed out of the way while Amy chatted with her auntie. It was all very tearful, and Amy didn’t want to go into more details apart from the fact that she found her bedroom the same, so she was able to pick up a few items of clothing that she had missed over the years.
Amy made sure that she did not take everything to let her auntie know that she planned to visit more often now that she could get away on takeout nights.
For a change, everything worked out well and would have been fine if Amy had not suggested that she show Max and his sister the famous graveyard that had caused her so many problems in the past and was the major reason why she now lived in the nest.
The graveyard was very peaceful and seemed to Amy to be perfectly empty. The only one who was not happy was Ice, who kept sniffing the air and saying that something was not right.
Message home
Something was not right for Bambi, either, as she dropped the pile of dirty clothes and stepped over them, no longer seeing them.
Images filled her mind, and she was commanded to take action. Ever since her mistress had changed her, she was a lot more powerful than before. She could now think clearly without any nest control. Bambi had always been happy living in the nest, but now she felt more vampire than maid; her friends had noticed that she was more confident but did not ask why. Being re-turned by a full-blooded alpha mistress made her stronger than any nest turnling. If it was discovered, then she would be killed and her mistress punished.
She had as much free will as the turned males that worked in the human world; she even had more free will than when she used to be human. The one difference was that her love for her mistress was beyond any nest behavior controls. She now had a telepathic link to her mistress and a love so strong she would do anything for her.
Everyone knew maids were not allowed to change floors: well, not without permission. Not that even the docile, standard nest maids took any notice of that rule: they changed floors all the time via the stairwells and airshafts that linked floors.
Males were the masters. They made the rules, and as a maid, you fed them, had sex with them, and then ignored them.
The mistresses were the ones you obeyed, unlike the males. You only ignored the females if you were tired of your unlife. And it was a good unlife; the fullbloods slept for half the day, but being undead meant you did not need sleep, and life was easy with work being only half the day.
Whole areas of the nest were made over to the comfort and needs of the maids, as money was never a factor; they were an important part of the nest, and the nest looked after them.
Bambi had been undead for a long time and knew the nest well, but she now needed to go where no maid had gone before. She expected the actions she was about to take would mean a more permanent death this time: not that it would matter. Nothing mattered but th
e command she was now following.
She had never been on the ground floor before, and the shock of smelling humans almost caused her to lose control. One of the human guards did get in her way as she walked towards the elevator; not even the mistresses were allowed here in nest wear, and a night dress was all Bambi had. She was not sure if she killed him or not, but he was only a human, so she did not expect it to cause any problems apart from inconvenience in getting a replacement.
Bambi had no need for breath, but she still took one as she hit the top button. The command had not been clear in the wording, but it was in its meaning, so when the life doors opened, she knew what to say.
She stood and waited. The old male turnling told her he would be told. Remembering she was still holding her breath, she decided to let it back out.
Valerius
Valerius had always said that anyone was free to visit him, but unless you had a death wish, you only ever visited the upper domain of the first lord by invite.
He was looking at a small, hand-held device; putting it back in his pocket, he did not look happy. Valerius really showed any emotions, so not looking happy made the male vampire walking with him very nervous.
Bambi was surprised to see the male that was in all ways apart from title the tyrant overlord of the nest wearing a pink polo necked top over tan pants. She started to speak but instantly found herself pinned to the wall, even though Valerius had moved no more than a finger. Her feet were no longer touching the ground, as she was doing a very good impression of a fly trapped on flypaper several feet off the floor.
