Vampire

Chapter 2 What the Heck?-2

“Being male means that one does not have to be nice: well-mannered, yes; well-dressed, yes, but nice? No; any bits of nice vanish as soon as the fangs come out.”

At this, she could not hold back. “Well, I also have sharp teeth!”

In a flash, Amy was fully armed, and if she could not bite him then she knew her claws could tear him apart. If they could open the post-office-delivery-man-proof packets my aunties sent me from Asia, then they could open anything.

She knew she looked like something from a horror movie, that something that usually appeared on the screen just before the screaming started. Amy was fully armed and deadly, and that would have been a lot more impressive if he had not smiled and slapped her.

“Ouch!”

It really hurt, and it also knocked her off her feet so that she landed back on the ground in a heap. She didn’t like the way he was smiling; if sharks had a smiling contest, then this guy would win gold in it. Amy had thought that her teeth were impressive, but his no longer fit in his mouth. All she could think of was a school trip to a museum and seeing a sabre-toothed cat jumping on a stone-age man.

“If little Hell Cats bare their teeth to their elders and betters, then they better have good dental insurance or learn to eat all their meals through a straw in the future; didn’t your mother ever teach you how to talk to your betters?”

At this point it probably would have been best to keep silent, but Amy’s mouth didn’t listen to this sensible advice.

“Keep my mom out of this! My parents are both dead; if not, you would be the one with broken teeth after my dad sorted you out!”

He flashed the smile again. Crap! That sabre-toothed cat would have wet itself before attacking something with these teeth.

“I am sure that would have been the case, but by being dead they are no longer your owners or protectors; who owns you now?”

Amy ignored him.

“And just what were they doing leaving you hunting all alone at your age?”

OMG! He is going to start monologue-ing at me again! Amy thought to herself.

“Where are the manners they should have taught you? They should have informed you that there is no equality of the sexes with our species; bear that in mind before you insult a male again.”

“You should also know full well that I would be looking for marks of family ownership, family brands and the like that should still be visible even on a renegade like you. To suggest that I would need to take advantage of you while unconscious must be your idea of a sick joke, and yes, I do know it is your way of getting back at me for hitting you, so I will let it pass this time. Why are you not at home bouncing about the halls in a skimpy nightdress, which is all females ever do?”

The same strange smile crossed his face again like someone listening to an internal joke. Just what was the point of this one-sided conversation?

“I think in your case, however, the standard, see-though nightdress of the female vampire would perhaps be a waste of money.”

He sounded far more pissed off by Amy’s comments than her actions in trying to claw him to death earlier. I was the naked one, yet here he was lecturing me like I was late handing in my homework and it would be my fault, not his, if I didn’t get into college.

To make matters worse, Amy could feel her face redden due to his comments, so she held her clothes tighter to her chest, thinking, No matter how disappointing a bust I may have, it is still mine and not for public display. Besides, she did not like the funny look he was giving her as one of his eyes started to twitch. Should I tell him about his eye? Well, having a guy keep winking at me while I shivered naked in front of him was not, and I repeat, NOT the sort of evening I had planned.

It was bad enough having to stand naked on a roof, err…… did I mention that? Looking behind him, Amy could see that they were at least five floors off the ground. Standing naked on top of a roof meant that she was now frigging cold as well as mega embarrassed. Another problem was that due to the cold air finding places to chill that she normally kept covered, she had just had a call from her bladder reminding her of the fact that blood is a liquid, and she had just drank an awful lot of it.

Okay, okay; perhaps she could put up with a monologue-ing and a winking weirdo in a business suit, but why the heck was he now singing at me? Not that it is real singing: more like a humming or purring like a cat. Oh, crap! If he starts singing songs from Broadway shows, I am going to be sick over the chorus.

He then put a hand out and tilted her head to one side, gently brushing her hair away with his other. As he moved closer, he radiated strength, no longer old but mature and extremely powerful. He also smelled very nice: a combination of hot chocolate, log fires, baking bread, and fresh coffee brewing.

Amy had never been that in tune with her inner vamp; she called it her “inner vamp” as she had always felt she had an invisible friend: not so much someone to play with when you are 6, but instead a presence inside of her. As soon as she bit into the rapist, the inner vamp appeared in Amy’s mind. She thought it was like having a friend that for years you were only on texting terms with, then suddenly she would turn up on your doorstep with a suitcase in hand and full intentions of moving in. I know they say one’s body is like a temple, but this temple had suddenly gotten squatters; this squatter was a bossy little slut that was making it very clear to me that to resist him was not an option as far as she was concerned.

He moved his head closer, and Amy could feel his tongue on her neck. Again, the voice of her inner vamp warned her not to move; Amy instinctively knew that he was going to bite, but when the bite came, it was so gentle that she could hardly feel him penetrate her. It was so different from the voice of her smutty inner vamp, who silently screamed at Amy that she wanted to feel him penetrate her somewhere else. Unbelievably, it felt good: so good that Amy let out an involuntary sigh. Her arms then dropped to her sides, letting the clothes fall where they wished around her feet. He was right about never needing to force himself on me; all he had to do was ask, and I would be his body and soul. No, he did not even need to ask; it would be more like me begging him to take me.

The bite lasted only a second, and then he walked away, deep in thought, leaving Amy just standing and staring down at her feet. With disappointment, she looked back up and quietly said (more to herself than to the stranger), “I need to go to the bathroom.”

He turned and looked her up and down then pointed across the roof. “Go over there out of sight, and for pity’s sake, get dressed.”

Grabbing her things, Amy ran to where he pointed, quickly relived herself and started to dress. She noticed that her hands were trembling. In fact, her whole body was trembling at the thought of walking back to him. She hoped that it was just fear that was making her tremble, but deep down, she could feel that her inner vamp was angry: not at the stranger but instead at what had not happened.

Amy had read all the romantic, trashy novels that described vampires as being cool, sexy and dangerous, but she couldn’t remember where in the heck it said that female vampires acted like ally cats when in the company of a male vampire? No wonder there was no equality of the sexes with vampires. How could there be when all a male had to do was lick your neck and you wanted to have his children? Or at least practice very hard at trying to have his children.

Walking back to where he was still standing, she knew that there was no point in thinking of trying to run away. It was hard enough to stop herself from skipping back to him like a five-year-old.

Upon reaching him, Amy resisted the urge to take her clothes back off and throw herself at his feet. Instead, she stood a few feet away with her head lowered, having a silent argument with her inner self on the best time and place to lose one’s virginity. He was now looking at her in a different way, as if seeing her anew. The way he looked made Amy feel far more naked than she had before when she actually had been naked.

“My, my; you are a strange one, my little Hell Cat. Who would have believed it? So young to be a renegade. People would think you a turnling if not for your fangs and odd smell. You are in fact all wrong; no wonder you smelled so odd down in the ally. You smelled of rotting meat and lily of the valley, and I so hate lily of the valley. Just how long have you been on a human-blood-free diet? Remarkable! You should have rotted away long ago; no normal vampire can survive long sucking on bits of dead cow. Am I right in assuming that was your first real human blood meal tonight?”

She swallowed, trying hard not to ask why he talked in statements. Amy answered, “Yes.”

“Well, forget about trying to rot away again; your body now knows what it needs, and it will never again be satisfied with mere lumps of raw cow.”

“So what am I to do with you? You clearly should not be walking around by yourself. I thought you were some runaway or perhaps a deranged female staying away from your betters because you like female company more than male company, but you are in fact as young as you look, and far too young to be out of a nest and on your own.”

“And the scent your body is giving off right now means you have very normal female needs,” he continued. “You will soon discover that your blood meal has awoken certain urges. Do try and control them, as it is not very becoming in a female to want to give herself to any passing male.”

“Yes, as I said, you will soon start to feel more like a vampire than the meat you so like living with. The movies humans make about s*x-starved female vampires: well, they are nearly true unless you are controlled by your family. When in heat, you will want to lift your tail to any passing tomcat of a male vampire. It’s all in the blood memory, you see.”

“We are an old race, and in the past, females had a hunting area to feed and breed, which they protected from other females with fang and claw. Male vampires controlled a very large hunting ground that covered the areas of six or more females, and they would protect the females and either kill any other male who dared to enter the area or be killed himself and have his area taken over by the new dominant male.”

“This way, females only ever met the best and strongest of males to mate with. The urges you currently have are quite normal; your smell, as I said, is-well, do try and control yourself. I may be male, but I am not that desperate, so let’s talk about what I should do with you in other ways.”

Amy could feel her face redden, but more than that, she could feel that she was losing control, and not from being sick of being lectured to on a rooftop. No, something odd was going on, and his constant talking was not doing anything to help. She felt like she should get some popcorn and a Coke because it seemed as though she was watching a movie of herself. Her mind was pushed to one side. She was still standing there in front of him, but she looked different.