I shoved her up against the wall, clicking handcuffs on her wrists behind her back before she could react.
She blinked as her face was pressed up to the ancient slightly grimy wall of the abandoned subway station, and inhaled sharply in pain, then laughed. "Cold iron handcuffs? Such a bad girl... guess someone's really happy to see me again."
I tilted my head to one side. "Too much?" I kept her shoulder pressed against the wall as my other hand fished inside my purse for the key.
"No, you're good, cutie." She suddenly pushed against me and tried to run, but I shoved her against the wall and kissed her. I shoved my tongue inside her mouth only to taste copper and the sun and the grass and the world that existed far before and would exist far after humanity-- and realized she bit her tongue, and I had to turn my head, and after a moment, spit the blood out. Such a waste, I did truly want her inside me. "Really? Hospitality clause?"
The woman laughed again. "You're always so quick, I like that about you." Her voice was teasing
I shoved her against the wall and started groping her thigh. "Did you like the pictures I sent you?" My voice was low and breathy.
"Mm-hmm." She tried to push me off with all her strength, but of course it couldn't compare to mine.
I pinned her to the wall by her throat, not pressing too hard, and she stopped struggling as I pushed up her dress and started rubbing my fingers against her already wet pussy... she never wore underwear, she said because she couldn't get used to it, but I think it was just because she was that slutty... not that I could pretend to take the moral high ground there, if there even was one.
This was all just a game to us, just like me writing this little biography of a slice of my life.
We were, after all, immortal.
I had first met Aurelie some centuries back, coming out of a tavern in some country -- Ireland, maybe? No, Australia. ...maybe it was Austria? It all blends together sometimes.
Okay, her name wasn't Aurelie, but it has been changed, not so much I'm worried that you'll find her -- if you have the knowhow to find her, you'll know better than to get involved, but more that people can't pronounce her name, so I'm not going to write it down. Aurelie is cute, she said it was fine, we're going with it.
Similarly, I'm not going to match the era of speech. I mess up my words enough as is, I don't need to remember how "thou/thee" works or whatever... well. It's good to use on your close friends and lovers, but someone who's not close to you is going to take it as an insult. There, that's literally all you have to remember to about "thou/thee", the important bit that's going to make people warm up or beat you up, depending.
Where was I?
So, I had been walking outside a tavern to look at the moon and regret not being turned into one of the moonchasers instead... something about that feralness, losing my mind once a month, my hunger being something that I had no control over... it was dreadfully romantic.
Looking down from the murky clouds that covered an almost-full moon... oh, let's say it was all the way full, just for vibes. The moon shone as bright as day. Yeah, that sounds suitably romantic.
As my eyes lowered from the once-in-a-decade beauty of the moon, I saw her, and if I had breath, it would've stopped. She was dancing by a stream and singing a song, and I knew she wasn't of this world, but I was drunk and melancholy.
I had been unalive for a century then-- all my friends had told me not to keep track, that it just became more depressing if you paid attention to it year by year... but you know, it wasn't my fault I easily memorized dates.
Many of those I knew also said I shouldn't have been turned... but it hadn't been my call, and it was a little late for that.
I walked over and sat down on the ground, and watched her for a little while, twirling and singing like it was the most natural thing in the world. No one else intruded on us... I don't know because they were all too drunk and melancholic, or because they had better sense, or maybe my eyes pierced some sort of veil.
Finally, she sat down in front of me crosslegged, and tilted her head to one side, exposing her neck. "Can I help you with anything?"
I tried not to look at her neck. I was hungry, I hadn't eaten for days. If I fed from her, she could probably do whatever she wanted to me... but fuck it, that sounded better than being half-alive like I was now. I wanted the ineffable will inside her that made her sing and dance despite quite possibly being a thousand times as old as I, or more.
She was obviously trying to taunt me into it, regardless of if she knew that I knew what she was, roughly, or not.
I, being drunk, young (relatively), and foolish, leaned in, and sank my teeth into her neck. And she tasted amazing. I kept drinking for a little while, and her blood kept coursing into her mouth, until I finally pulled back, panting for breath. I didn't even need to breathe. Not usually, at least.
"You've taken hospitality without asking for it," she said sweetly, "which means you're mine now."
I smiled at her. "Okay."
She pouted. "You knew in the first place? How bad is your life, that you'd offer it up to a fae for a sip of blood?"
"For you, my lady, even looking upon you would be enough to utterly ensnare me." I took her hand and kissed it all over.
She giggled, gently pushing my shoulder back with her other hand, although not enough to really impede my actions. "Oh, you." Had she meant to stop me, it would've been trivially easily for her to do so.
Undeterred, I continued to kiss up all over her arm with exaggerated kissing noises, and she giggled more, rolling over on top of me and rubbing her hand down against my cock.
I had gone through some cultivation and drank mare urine and so forth, and forced my dead body into one more curved, one I felt more at home in, but it didn't do anything about my cock... well, I kinda liked having a cock anyways, sometimes. Made me feel vulnerable, having something outside myself that people could abuse or pleasure as they desired.
She didn't look surprised at all, though, stroking me and leaning down to kiss me on the lips.
"Do you really want to be mine that much?"
"Sort of? I don't know, we just met. But... what's life but a series of impulsive mistakes?"
Her smile widened far beyond what a human's mouth could, and for a moment, I was afraid. "One could ask the same of death."
But then I saw the light dancing in her eyes, and my heart danced with her. If she killed me, it would be playfully, and maybe that was my melancholy, but it was hard to be scared of that. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to live -- if you could call it a life -- but you get depressed enough, and it's hard to be actively scared of that.
That's not to say vampires can't live real lives, just that a mixture of holing up in an abandoned house, selling small valuables for coin, and pickling myself in the local tavern wasn't exactly what I'd call "living".
It was more of a holding pattern as I tried to pull myself together, really.
She tapped my nose. "I can see how uncertain you are, that desire to truly live in the mortal realm. I'll wait to take your life -- one way or another -- until you've offered it to me three times. And you won't see me again until your life is more together."
I laughed. "Do you think I'll be so foolish as to offer you my life three times?"
"Yes." Her fingers trailed along my cheek, then my lips. "You think I'm pretty, and if I judge correctly, you've done many foolish things to romance pretty girls."
I licked her fingers and smiled. "...do you really think I'm going to get my life more together?"
She raised an eyebrow. "There's not much to go except upwards from your current point."
It was hard to argue against that.
She removed her clothes and straddled my face, and I remember little else of that night but breathing her fragrance and driving my tongue into her, and her sweet moans, my body writhing against the earth and vines as my cock was hard but unpleasured under my skirt.
Maybe it was a performance, but I liked to imagine I really did bring her to orgasm countless times as time told still underneath that dusky sky.
...I mean that bright sky. We're pretending it's bright, for poetry, right?
Look, I'll be honest with you: I'm going to skip over a lot of stuff, and romanticise other parts. But these little lies are going to make the story closer to true, closer to real.
Just like her little illusions covering up her true, horrifyingly beautiful form that I only felt or glimpsed for almost imperceptible moments, just made her more real, realer than real.
If someone wears a mask every day you see them, after all, which is true: their mask, or the face beneath it?
There's no real answer, but I choose the better story... the more beautiful, the more romantic, even if it's foolish and dangerous, and, from a technical standpoint, more fabrication than not.
The world is so much wider and more strange and impossible than you imagine, and the little arbitrary rules of society are merely rituals that could be disrupted so easily let you live your entire little lives around them... you need bigger stories, ones that widen your mind beyond your current possibilities, and let you seize hold of the world as it could be, because that is so much more powerful source of change than the world as it is.
Unfortunately for you, this is a pretty small tale of a rather cute vampire (me) and the fae princess/abomination/whatever it is they/she are that she fell in love with (Aurelie) ((Not her real name, but you know that)).
So just pretend it's a real account of true things, and I think you'll enjoy it more.
...or maybe it'll disturb you more?
Either way, please feel stronger emotions. Everything flows from emotions... including this story....
...where was I?
Right.
So when I woke up, I was in a ditch, my tongue tired, my crotch aching from lack of release, feeling utterly crap and hung over, and my coinpurse was missing.
After all, there had been a ditch there by where she had been dancing, not a river. In the "real world", at least, as they called it.
As I struggled up into a sitting position, I felt like crap, and my body ached all over, and I winced as I saw the sun beginning to peek up over the horizon... not that it'd kill me, but it wasn't pleasant to look at after so much drinking.
We'll pretend I didn't puke, and just say I crawled back to my little abandoned house.
But there was a little smile on my face.
Despite it all, I had seen a touch of the sublime.
Despite it all, I had fallen in love for the first time in decades.
I shoved her up against the wall firmly, rubbing my cock between her thighs, wedged up against her pussy, and she moaned needily, trying to entice me with her voice that she needed me inside her.
Of course, she had earlier suggested that if I put my cock inside her that would count as some sort of hospitality, so I couldn't do that, and merely held her in place and mercilessly thrust my cock between her thighs again and again until I came over all the dirty subway wall in front of her.
I pushed her down between my legs, holding onto her hair cruelly, and she licked my cock clean and looked up at me submissively.
I tugged on her hair just a little, and she winced and struggled back to her feet... only for me to shove her against the wall again, unlocking the cuffs from her and putting them back inside my purse.
She pouted. "Aren't you going to kidnap me and make me your prisoner? Torture me and use my body and break my wings and... I don't know what you mortals do with them, actually."
I kissed her nose. "We just do catch and release, you know that. And I think it's for alchemy? ...Do you even have wings?"
"Even you have wings... how do you think some vampires fly?" I'm like, ninety percent sure that was a lie, but let's pretend it was true.
Vampires can fly, if they only realize they have wings...
It felt romantic.
I pulled my lipstick out of my purse and fixed her makeup a little... it was a similar enough color to pass at a glance.
"Wanna go out for brunch?"
"Oh, god, yes please. Some asshole just took advantage of me and fucked me for her own pleasure."
She smiled, and I laughed as I tucked a strand of her hair back into place.
I wished she actually liked me.
Maybe you're asking yourself, "Wait, I thought vampires couldn't eat, how could you have brunch?"
Or maybe you're not-- I don't know what knowledge or halftruths you have been fed... other than the halftruths I've fed you so far in this book itself, of course.
Come to think of it, if foodplay really turns you off, you might want to skip to the next chapter? It wasn't usually my favorite kink... but when it came to Aurelie....
Truth is, I got vicarious enjoyment from watching Aurelie eat. I'm not even sure it was particularly sexual, at least, usually.
I don't know if it was the sheer emotion expressed across her face at every bite, my lifethreatening crush on her, the fact that I tended to imagine what things tasted like when I saw people eat them, or that she was using some sort of Fae powers to share her senses with me, but regardless, it was more satisfying to watch her eat than to eat myself.
Technically, I could like, lick things, and pick up the flavor... but somehow it just wasn't the same. If I had still been a mortal, I probably could have starved to death while watching her eat.
Aurelie opened the door for me, technically inviting me in, and we both sat down in an out of the way booth as Aurelie made eye contact with the waitress. She came, soon, and we ordered-- her: pancakes, with a variety of fruit syrups, coffee miel(that's coffee sweetened with honey), and several side orders of bacon. Me: a couple of fruit danishes (apple and cherry), a cream soda, the corned beef hash with toast and eggs.
Going together, we both got to look normal, me, despite eating nothing, and Aurelie, despite devouring everything. I suspected, given how Fae interacted with reality, she could've devoured every last bit of food in the cafe with equal gusto, and maybe all the staff, as well... but she was always a very delicate eater.
She looked over to me with a smile, and tapped her fingertips on the table. "Would it be too cruel...?"
It wasn't clear if she was talking to me or herself, or what her plan was, but I smiled confidently, and waved my hand airily. "Go for it."
"I didn't get to cum yet. So I'm not going to start eating until you get underneath the table and start licking me."
I was taken aback. "That's hardly fair..." Getting to see Aurelie eat was one of my great joys in life, and she'd deprive me of it!? Maybe I should've made her cum before just using her body as my masturbation toy, though. "...besides, the tablecloth isn't that long-- what if the waitress checks back on us?"
"What if she does?" A playful smile danced across Aurelie's lips. "The food will get cold."
"If we can't come back here," I retorted as I slid down under the table and pushed up her dress again, "I'm blaming you."
"Blame away. You better make me cum quick before I finish everything."
Despite her words, I wasn't that aggressive-- it's not like Aurelie could be won out by sheer force, regardless, and I wanted to make her impressed with me even more than I wanted to watch her eat.
I kissed and nibbled softly at her inner thigh as I slid my hands over her hips, and then gave her pussy lips closed-lip but passionate kisses, before returning to tease her thighs again. I was happy to tease her for minutes, getting just a taste of the honey that was gathering between her legs before returning to nibbling at her inner thighs, and I could hear her breathing getting unsteady between bites of the food I should rightfully be watching her eat.
Finally, she grabbed me by the air, and shoved me hard against her pussy, and I started to eat her out in earnest, now licking and thrusting my tongue inside her aggressively.
One advantage of being a vampire, or I suppose some other kind of undead, is that you don't need to breathe-- I could continually use my full abilities against her as she held my head against her crotch, and I could hear her softly moaning, muffled, her mouth perhaps covered with the back of her hand or one of the place's red cloth napkins.
I heard approaching footsteps, and the waitress's voice, "Ah, I can see you're still busy with your food, I'll check back with you later." She sounded a little flustered... no doubt I was not entirely invisible under this table, but with my head between Aurelie's legs, I couldn't really judge that.
"No, no... come closer." Aurelie's voice was utterly enchanting, possibly literally, and I devoted my tongue to her anew as she noisily kissed our waitress... no doubt she had reached up and taking her by the hair, just as she had me, and now her lips were kissing her.
I was annoyed, this was supposed to be our time together, and I didn't know why she was toying with me like this... but it was arousing, too. I wished I had at least paid more attention to what our waitress had looked like, so I could better visualize and imagine the taste the two of them kissing.
"Jealous? It's not like we're in an exclusive relationship." She said my name here, but my name actually can't be displayed in any form of text. That includes nicknames, I could call myself -----, but as soon as I thought of it as something to reference me by, it'd just come out as ----- no matter how many times I tried to type it. See? It's happening already. So we'll just leave my name out of it.
I couldn't answer her, so I started to try to pull my head back, but she just shoved me more viciously against her pussy and crossed her legs behind me, making it perfectly clear that she wasn't going to let me go until I made her cum.
Her thighs pressed against either side of my head, threatening me, perhaps, with her strength, she could easily crush me if she wanted, and I was helpless to do anything but continue to lick her.
I reached beneath my own skirt to rub at my very hard cock as I continued to pleasure her, doing my utmost to thrust my tongue just where I thought she wanted, until finally she came, screaming out in pleasure, and squeezed her thighs against my head until everything turned white in pain and pleasure, and I thought I was going to die even as I came all over my skirt and the floor and the wood of the booth in front of me.
Her legs slowly loosened, and I panted -- yes, yes, I don't need to breathe, really, but sometimes you're just overwhelmed by an experience, you know?
"Lick all your cum up, we don't want anyone to catch on," said Aurelie pleasantly, putting her booted foot on my head and pressing it down right to where my cum had spilled on the floor. I obeyed her, cleaning up my cum for her, than even licked my hand and the wood, and pulled my skirt up to lick it as well, before sliding out from under the booth and looking up at the waitress, who was staring down at me as I came out, red-faced. She looked like the sort of woman who you'd expect to see in a 1950s pinup, body-wise, although she was dressed a lot more conservatively.
Yes, I was paying attention now, just in case Aurelie kissed her again.
"If you want us to come back sometime," Aurelie said conversationally to her, "just tell everyone I stabbed myself with my fork. If you don't, say the truth, and we'll probably get kicked out for good." She cut a piece of pancake off with her knife and fork... clearly it was well-buttered, topped with strawberry syrup, and a dollop of whipped cream as well, I hadn't even noticed it came with whipped cream...
Aurelie licked off a bit of the cream before holding it up to our waitress on her very sharp-looking knife, not the butterknife we were served. "C'mon. You know you're going to cum three times to this tonight, you might as well be our partner in crime."
The waitress hesitantly leaned forwards and very carefully ate the bite of pancake off the knife, her eyes not leaving Aurelie's for a moment. A little tremor ran through her body, and she gasped and blushed, and pulled back, bleeding slightly from her lip where the knife had cut.
Aurelie offered the knife to me, and I licked it clean. She tasted pretty good, clearly healthy and active from the taste, and I got a hint of butter and strawberry flavor along with the much richer and more savory flavor of blood... but it just made me glance over to Aurelie, thinking of the one night so many years ago when I had drank her blood. Compared to that, our waitress's blood hardly compared.
Our waitress looked between us with wide eyes, and finally managed to get out, "Will there be anything else?"
"No," said Aurelie firmly. "Not for today. We have quite a bit of food left to finish, after all." She reached into her purse and pulled out a hundred dollar bill, pressing it into the waitress's hand, and ran her fingers up her arm slightly. "Whatever is left over is your tip. Have yourself a good time tonight."
Our waitress nodded, and backed off quickly, a mixture of disappointment and relief on her face.
"I wonder what her name was," I said conversationally as I watched Aurelie eat a bite of strawberry-syrup soaked pancake, her eyes closing for a moment with utter joy as the flavors swept through her mouth.
She finished her bite slowly and deliberately. "Oh, it was Jenny."
It wasn't. I also changed our waitress's name, just to be nice... still, Jenny sounds like the sort of name she'd have, right? So let's call her Jenny.
I stared at her, impressed. "...you just know these things?"
She laughed merrily. "No-- she has a nametag. Is your head okay?"
I tilted it to one side and then the other, carefully, experimentally. "It'll regenerate."
She took a strip of bacon and took a delicate bite from it, her body wriggling slightly in joy from the fat and the crunch and the joy of being part of the cycle of life through the devouring of other creatures.
This is why I had to watch her. How can you be alive for so many millennia and still take utter joy in the small things?
Even other Fae I had met in passing weren't like this. But then... maybe this was all an act put on to enchant me.
If it was, it was working pretty well... really, I was willing to believe wholeheartedly in any illusion she showed me, if it made her happy.
After brunch, my high SPF sunscreen was beginning to come off a little -- wearing it outside during the day made me look even paler, but whatever, I just played it up by wearing light goth makeup otherwise -- and I bid Aurelie fairwell, and returned to my apartment.
My roommate was lying on the couch, and gave me a confident little smile and wave. I felt kinda awkward at the look in her eyes, as I so often did, I was pretty sure she had a crush on me, but like, I was more focused on Aurelie romantically?
...yeah, come to think of it, if you don't like blood drinking, you might wanna skip this chapter... I don't know why you're reading a book about a vampire, but hey, just saying.
Come to think of it, blood drinking is a kind of foodplay too, at least for vampires... do I have a big thing for foodplay?
Anyways, back on topic, my roommate -- lets call her Bloodpack, as I try not to romanticize the situation further -- was a girl I had picked her up off the street after sucking her blood too much, and taken her home just to make sure she didn't you know, die. It was pretty embarrassing, like, when you're new at vampiring and almost kill people because you get carried away by the sensation, that's terrifying, but it's at least understandable. I just got distracted thinking about if I had paid my bills for a moment, and then this homeless girl I had charmed was near death.
She had been kicked out by her parents for being a lesbian when she came of age, and had thought I had picked her up to make me into her blood pet, and I was too embarrassed to tell her what had actually happened and kinda felt bad about it, so I let her crash... but then she kept staying, and when I kept not sucking her blood, she started wearing provocative clothing, you know, the kinds that highlight neck and wrists, and I, being a simple woman, fell for it a few times, and now she thinks I'm just really nice and pins me down and insists I suck her blood when I don't drink from her enough or she's worried that I haven't been eating enough recently.
"Hey, Bloodpack," I said, and she smiled up at me even more, beckoning me closer. I rolled my eyes, but stepped closer, only for my breath to catch as she pulled her top down to expose her shoulder and half of her neck. She took my wrist, pulling me in softly until I was practically on top of her, and ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me in a bit closer for a soft kiss... and then pouted as she tasted someone else's blood on my lips.
"You already ate?"
"Yeah, more or less," I said, having picked up the unfortunate habit of reflexively not technically lying from Aurelie. It's a bad idea to outright lie to fae, since they take offense... but playing around with the truth is a game for them, so that's fine... maybe preferred, even?
Everything is games for the fae.
I was trying not to look at Bloodpack's neck, and from our close contact I could feel her blood flowing more quickly through her body.
"Anyways, I should probably take a shower..." Her hand slid up under my skirt along my thigh, and I gasped -- yes, yes, I hadn't needed to for hundreds of years, but please play along here. My heart skipped a beat, there, more realistic for you?
Suffice to say, Aurelie's presence didn't exactly get me in a less amorous mood, and here was a girl I did genuinely like who was only inches away from rubbing my cock, which was new, and it was getting hard, and I was hungry, I wanted to drink her blood.
"My job is keeping you fed," she said, as she softly whispered my name in my ear. She liked saying this, and took it to heart, in that she didn't otherwise help out much beyond cleaning up after herself sometimes, but did take really good care of her health and did all sorts of dietary and cultivation things to give her the best quality and tasting blood.
Her blood wasn't ambrosial, like Aurelie's, but it was still gourmet food I could never get tired of in a world filled with the junk food of people who didn't take care of their health or did eat garlic or didn't cleanse their chi or whatever.
"If you don't start sucking my blood right now," she threatened, rubbing my inner thigh softly, "I'm going to start stroking your cock."
Now, technically speaking, I could disentangle right now, but she'd be hurt and I did like her, and I was hungry, and having an eager blood pet who practically dominated me into sucking her blood and was cool with me being trans as well as me being a vampire... look, I dunno, I did the easy thing and sunk my fangs into her neck, causing a soft aroused moan to arise from her lips.
I knew Aurelie wouldn't even mind if we fucked all night, and that just made me care more about not crossing the line into sex with Bloodpack somehow, even if sucking her blood felt like transgression enough. I knew Aurelie wouldn't mind that either... it conflicted with my romantic heart that I couldn't fully devote myself to my beloved, though. Maybe I was old-fashioned.
Bloodpack tasted amazing, of course, but I pulled back from her neck after I had a good snack in, and she smiled up at me happily, wrapping her arms around my shoulder and pulling me in for another kiss, this time to taste her own blood on my lips.
"You sure you don't wanna do more? Either drinking my blood or doing other things to my body?"
"No, that's more than enough... I wouldn't even have drank your blood if you hadn't forced me, really."
She smirked up at me. "You're like, easily ten times stronger than I am. But you let me pin you down all the time... because you like it."
Let's pretend I had a good comeback for that rather than staring up at her, gaping helplessly.
Her hands slid down and gently stroked my back and hips, her touch gentle and just bordering on sexual. "Want me to do things to your body instead?"
"Sorry, but I love Aurelie."
She blinked at that, but let me go. "I know? You two are eternal, I'm just a little pet that's sharing your life for a few decades, maybe a couple centuries if I'm really lucky... we both know I'm not good enough at cultivation to last eternally." She sat up and patted the couch next to her. "Sit down and talk."
I sighed and sat down, trying to sit just far enough to not be flirtatious without trying to look like I was actually avoiding her.
"Are you going to try to talk me into making you a vampire again?"
"...no. You need to drink from someone, and it might as well be me, right? We both know you want me."
"Look, I can't buy into my own, you know, vampire cursed eternal brooding thing if I'm also happily fucking my roommate and drinking her blood." I reached over and ruffled her hair. "Plus, you should be off seeking other methods of mortality or transcendence, not wasting the few hundred years you have on feeding me."
"I'd have a normal human lifespan if you hadn't taken me in... and maybe not even that, really, living on the street and all. Promise you'll become my slave if I become immortal, and I'll go quest for that longshot."
I sputtered. "You know I can't do that."
She leaned against me suddenly, side of her arm thumping against mine as she rested her head on my shoulder. "But you like me."
"Yes, but it's more of a mother-daughter or... maybe a student-master thing."
She stared up at me with big eyes. "You won't take my virginity, Mommy?"
I stared up at the ceiling. "...we both know you're not a virgin."
"Anally I am! Won't you take my anal virginity, Master?" She slid up into my lap, wigging her butt against my thighs and my erection tenting my skirt.
"...why are you like this."
"I mean, would you not fall for someone beautiful if, at your absolute lowest point, she came up to you like magic, and gave you hope for your future?"
"Okay, that's kind of the situation Aurelie and I are in." I picked her up and set her back down at my side gently. "So I get it, I really do. But... sorry, I still hold a candle for her."
She narrowed her eyes and stood up. "Well, maybe I'll just go seduce Aurelie, then." She stood up and walked towards the door.
"Hey, Bloodpack-- don't you just stop the conversation there... don't you open that door... don't you go seduce that fae, she's dangerous... don't close that--" I sighed as the door slammed close. Odds are she couldn't even find Aurelie, but that didn't mean she wasn't dangerous.
I pulled my phone out of my purse and texted Aurelie: "Hey, if Bloodpack comes by, please don't kill her or curse her or anything?"
"Why not? :) :) :) :) :)"
"She's family, sort of. I guess? Closest thing I have to it now."
"So? I've done all sorts of terrible things to family members. :D"
"Please? What can I do so that you ensure her safety?"
"XD XD XD... You really going to ask a boon of me just like that?"
"Yes."
"You owe me one?"
"Sure."
"Say it."
"I owe you one."
"No, I mean in real life. 'I owe Aurelie any one boon or request she makes.'"
I sighed and spoke up: "I owe Aurelie any one boon or request she makes."
My phone beeped again. "Our deal is sealed. No permanent nor longlasting harm will come to your Bloodpack by my hand. :3"
"Thanks, Aurelie."
"Oh, don't thank me yet... she is going to stay over tonight."
"...what."
"Yeah. Non-vampires girls night. <3"
"Thanks for the qualifier, I guess?" I'd rather be excluded for being a vampire rather than not being a girl.
"Hey, I'd invite you over, except for two reasons."
I waited for a few minutes for her to continue, but she didn't. Finally: "...being?"
">:3 >:3 >;3"
Oh no.
"Aurelie, what are you planning?"
There was no response.
I sat back heavily on the couch. The two women I cared about the most were definitely going to gossip behind my back. Maybe trade tips on how to manipulate me. Maybe make out.
I was utterly powerless to their plans, just because I cared about them.
I felt upset and worried and helpless... but also, let's be honest, pretty fucking aroused.