by Amy Mah
“Have you been to the toilet?”
Alyce gave a silent inward sigh.
“Yes, thank you. It is all yours if you need it.”
The odd look on Pink’s face was still there.
“No, I have been, thank you. How about a good Fire discharge? The blankets are fireproof but will still smell if you let off a discharge in your sleep.”
She did not have it in her, as after she had used the toilet she has blasted all her excess Fire down the hole to kill any germs or odors. If she had not, she would have happily aimed a nice, hot Fireball up Pink’s tail hole.
“I am fine with all my bodily functions, thank you. I am all fully discharged and starting to feel cold, but if you are worried about me making any bad smells while we sleep, the offer of me moving out is still on the table.”
Pink was still giving her a look, and it was the same type that she had fixed on her face when she had rescued the PJs Pink had thrown off the bed and had changed into them along with a couple of tops and a pair of shorts underneath to keep warm. You built up layers; it was normal on Earth. Heck, it was normal everywhere but here! Obviously, it was the right thing to do and was far, far more normal an idea than Pink’s desire to get naked and curl up to cuddle together like she had done at home with her sisters during the last great sleep.
There was no earthly frigging reason why it always had to be her giving in; it was her body, so it should be her decision what she wore to bed. She had had less bother sleeping with guys back on Earth; at least with them, after they got what they wanted, they did not care if you went to bed in Wellington boots and a plastic raincoat. Come to think of it, one or two of her more weird boyfriends might have liked it more if she had. No, there was no reason why she had to be the one always giving in, and she would tell her, right here and now.
“Stop giving me that frigging look; I’m cold! I will take it all off before I get into bed, okay? Now, if you have finished turning our bedroom into a bomb shelter, put the lamp out, and get in, as I’m not shivering my butt off naked in bed while you play lady of the lamp.”
The look on Pink’s face changed, but she still was not her normal, happy self.
“If you can’t remember stuff, then just trust my judgment on what is the correct thing to do. Having only two of us sleeping together is a danger in itself; we are designed to sleep in groups. The bodies regulate the correct temperature from those around them. If you get a hot dream, it will cause me problems as it is by setting fire to your clothing.”
“This is not the time for you to start acting odd; we are not just friends but Cloud sisters, so stop talking out of your tail hole. Cut the stupid talk on leaving, as it is not funny. Even you should realize that is not possible; as sisters of a Cloud, we are well and truly stuck together for frigging life, never being too far apart. The Ice Clouds are like weak things, and the numbers mean they can separate, but do you see them doing it? No, they can feel the boundaries, so why can’t you? Sometimes I don’t think you even try?”
Alyce wondered if a lecture was called for at a time like this, but she could either put up with that or start a full argument, so she decided to keep quiet. She pulled off her clothing, and with a shiver she quickly got into bed and grabbed hold of the heated stones before frostbite had a chance to start.
“Now, no more talk, okay? When we next wake, it will be our birthday, and we will be 5. Perhaps you will then understand why I am correct in this. Now, it’s the long sleep time.”
Pink put the lamp on the table and blew out the flame. Alyce could hear her removing her things and fumbling around for the pile of blankets before sliding in next to her. It had always surprised her just how strong Pink was as she was rolled over to face her but pushed all the hot stones out and away from the bedding so that Pink could wrap herself around her and in such a tight grip that movement was not possible.
“Goodnight, little Firefly sister. Sweet dreams.”
Alyce wished her the same but was not sure she heard as she could tell from the heavy breathing that she was fast asleep. Being asleep had not weakened Pink’s death grip on her, so she was forced to lie still and watch the occasional spark hop between Pink’s horns.
A lot had happened since she had found that magic mirror. She must be crazy, and the only reason she did not notice she was crazy was because she was crazy. At times she wondered if she was in some psychiatric institution and they were testing some interesting and probably highly illegal hallucinogenic drugs on her.
It was either that or she did have horns and a tail along with a sister that had just pointed out she was the crazy one even here, not thinking it normal that they would be hibernating the winter away in an underground chamber sleeping together and hoping not to burn the place down by having a hot dream.
She was not even sleepy at the moment and was sure an arm or leg would soon start to tingle from Pink’s death grip on her. She was trapped, wide awake and being strangled by the tail of a naked girl who was currently drooling on her left boob. True, she did like her, but only as a friend: a close friend, yes, but this close? A Cloud sister she could live with, but it was beginning to feel more and more like having a Cloud husband.
She would have to say something when they woke up; now all she could do was enjoy the soothing electrical discharge coming off her friend; it felt like a gentle massage. Not that she could sleep… What she should have done was try and dream of big blond guys. That had always worked when she was human. With that thought, she was fast asleep, dreaming of lots of arms and tails wrapped around her and the warm, comfortable feeling of many sisters helping to keep her warm and safe.
Alyce awoke and felt the body of Pink nestling into hers. She thought, it’s no good; I can’t even dream of guys now! She tightened her own grip on Pink and received a sleepy murmur of contentment in reply. She closed her eyes and fell back asleep…
Smoking Hot: (Epilogue)
Alyce gave a little shiver as she awoke to find her face was being washed. She tried to push away something that did not have a body.
“Go away, Dyson! Yes, okay, I love you, too, and yes, you miss me, but it is too cold for that!”
She stopped talking when Pink kicked her hard. As a friend, Alyce thought it was a little too hard to be a hint to be quiet. She crawled out from under the blankets. The room was pitch black and icy cold. Without thinking, small flames covered her naked body: a side benefit to being her type of Demon. Her own body now lit the room. Little Dyson, the small baby whirlwind pet and body cleaner, danced about on her. As he did, he collected flame and spun it around, taking on a look similar to the pillars of fire that had in the past started religions on Earth. She made her way to get a snack, falling over twice as her legs felt too weak to support her. When she reached the food cages, she was pleased to see how full they were.
She had no idea how long she had slept, but it was still dark and cold, and she was very hungry. She was forced to turn off most of her flames, as it frightened them. Perhaps a burning hand trying to grab you so you could be eaten alive was not the most tactful way of going about it, but her mind was sluggish.
She reached in through the top of the cage and grabbed if not the fattest then the slowest. She placed it in her mouth and swallowed. She then did the same with five more, one after another, and after the sixth went down she found that her hands had stopped shaking. She had not even bothered to unlock her jaw as they felt so nice going down. She enjoyed feeling the small bones snap as they were compressed and the warmth they released when they were crushed.
So as not to wake her roomie, she tried to belch quietly. She believed it was not her fault; eating food live was how the body liked it. Maybe her current need to belch was due to eating too fast, but that did not stop her from taking another three to slowly eat by first cutting them in half with her teeth to moisten her lips with their body fluids before she sealed the cage again.
She covered her naked body with flames once more, but even with the flames back
in place, she still felt bitterly cold. For the first time since coming to this world, she was able to blow warm air from her mouth that created a little cloud in the firelight. She had been able to do this back on Earth, but then the cloud had just been warm, steamy air; now it came out with little yellow flames. She slowly moved back to the heap of blankets and warmth of her sleeping companion, trying not to fall over again.
As she crawled back in she felt the warmth hit her, and it was nice. It reminded her of childhood and curling up with her many sisters, which would have been a very odd thought if she had been awake enough to realize that she should not have nest memories, as her mind had not been in this body at that time.
Pink was still asleep, but that did not stop her from putting her arm between her legs, grabbing Alyce’s tail near its root, and pulling her towards her. She attached her other limbs, creating a single ball of mixed arms, legs, and tails. If Alyce had been more awake, she might have objected to having to sleep in such a fashion with a friend that now decided to try life as a limpet. As it was, she could not keep her eyes open, and the warmth of another body put her instantly back into a full, deep sleep.
While they slept, the blankets were tossed aside one by one, as they were no longer needed for warmth due to the little waves of living flame that started uncalled for on Alyce’s body and moved like waves to cover both their bodies. When one moved, the other would change position to always make sure some part of their bodies touched.
If she had been awake, Alyce would have been surprised to discover that, like her friend, she had hands and a tail that constantly sought contact with the other sleeper. Any time she was not gently holding Pink’s tail with her hands, she had her tail intertwined with it and her hands touching some part of Pink’s body. The Fire was not the only thing they shared, as static sparked unnoticed between both their horns. The flames did not wake them and also did not light up the room, as they had created their own pool of dark within the darkness of the room that was there not just because of the absence of light.
The room was hidden from the Fire, which was at the center of the small black Cloud covering the sleepers, but not so the discharges of electricity. As the two Demons slumbered, the sharp bone tips of their tails would sometimes touch, lighting up the room a few seconds at a time as a bolt of lightning randomly lanced a wall and frightened the caged food supply.
After a while the black Cloud condensed, lifting the sleepers off the ground. As they floated, tightly gripping onto each other, their bodies no longer twitched in sleep, and their body functions slowed to a state just above death. They entered into the deepest state of hibernation fully safe and protected inside the magic Cloud of their own subconscious making. The Cloud itself did not think; it just was. Nor did it plan to protect those in its care, as planning would take intelligence, and it had none. But that did not mean those in its charge were not protected, for if anything moved towards it, then it would just react. Using the full power of the sleepers, it would utterly destroy anything that approached. Not that it would know it was protecting the sleepers: that was just what it did. The two air spirits that did have intelligence, be it only limited, saw it for what it was and stayed well clear of it.
As time went on, the new sun slowly heated up the crystals in the stones. As the crystals heated more and more, light penetrated deeper into the Academy. The hibernation chambers were some of the deepest, but even deep ones like the room Alyce and Pink shared began to slowly fill with light. The light should have acted like an alarm clock for the two sleeping Demons, but no matter how hard it tried, it was ignored by the sleepers, who were behind a wall of magical darkness and so slept on.
Fangs Rule by Amy Mah
"FANGS RULE a girls guide to being a vampire .... is a for anyone between Puberty and Senility as it takes a close up look at life as a female teenage vampire in easy to follow A to Z advice for the reader, the book is also full of manga art which helps show the human world what life is like in a vampire world..........
Giving helpful advice such as how to explain to your Mom that as a teenage blood curdling denizen of the night you would like to paint your cave bedroom black without having a shouting match over why you don’t like the way she painted the stalagmites bright pink to go with the large stuffed pink bats hanging from the ceiling. Everything is explained from how to polish your fangs to fashion tips and ways of climbing across a ceiling wearing a nightdress without showing your underwear.
Fangs Rule is a must for every teenage vampire and from these pages you will see why Amy says “Vampires Don’t Sparkle! ....
Life as a teenager is normally a living hell but even more so when you have fangs.
The world is just out to get you, and not just by people trying to stake you because you have better teeth than they do!
Vampire by Amy Mah
This very funny vampire novel is very different from your normal vampire book and not just because it is bursting with full colour art fitted in with the text showing the life of a young vampire forced to walk about in a transparent nightdress all day without underwear because that is what female vampires are supposed to do! “The massacre on 22nd and 3rd was greatly exaggerated by the human newspapers and not altogether my fault. It was my very first hunting trip, and a girl should not be judged by her first bite night. And no one ever talks about me saving the life of that cat. Besides, most of them kind of killed themselves without any help from me...."
Books With Teeth Reviews: Vampire: By Amy Mah offers exactly what I was looking for in a Vampire novel. She creates a vampire society that lives just out of sight of humans but close enough to get a midnight snack...or take out if they feel like staying home! The story takes place around the life of Amy Mah a typical teenage girl in every way except for instead of painting her nails and worrying about shoes she polishes her Fangs and sharpens her claws both hand and foot! That of course does not sound typical at all but for Amy it is. Our teenage Vampire soon finds herself swept up in a world of social intrigue and ancient hierarchy as she enters the hidden world of the Vampires. Adopted Amelia becomes one of the clan and quickly finds she needs to grow up fast and catch up on the rules of being a Vampire if she is to survive long in a cut throat society filled with political feuds and clan territorial disputes. Being a Vampire is not as Romantic as Hollywood makes it out to be! Amy has a writing style that is refreshing and well thought out. She handles the romance tastefully and you can tell the character is an extension of the author herself. The illustrated version is a real treat because you get to see, obviously, illustrations of the characters done by the talented Heby Sim. This adds a significant value to the book. I suggest that everyone read this book. Give it a try because there will be more coming from this EXTREMELY talented author.
