If I Was Your Vampire
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If I Was Your Vampire
hello! so this is FEEMMMSLLAAAASSHHH!! haha. scary isn't it. The title is from Marilyn Manson's latest album.
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the characters are mine, all mine. enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Persuaded
Breasts are constantly in the way, well in kickboxing anyway. That’s why my opponent went down. She was new, and didn’t know that we well-endowed women needed to tape them down. That and the uppercut I landed to her chin. She hit the mat like a faint elephant. I laughed and spit blood. She didn’t move during the count. I sauntered off without a care. A few younger girls tried to ask me questions. I gave them a terse look, and they quickly backed off.
I rinsed off in the shower and stood in the mirror to survey the damage. My right cheek was bruised, and my lip was about to split. I tongued it. I took in my freed breasts. They were D’s and wholly inconvenient. So many women did all kinds of magical and surgical procedures to get their tits to the size I had. The skin there was a shade paler and my nipples were too pink. Sliding my fingers down my ribs, I could feel the future shiners. From my knees to my shins, various shades of black, brown and yellow littered my pale skin. As I snapped my fingers, the strange, familiar tingling started at my toes and bubbled to my neck. I shivered. I always hated healing myself, but it was better than toting injuries until I could make to a professional healer. With my record for making it out of my house to go anywhere but here, it could be a month. I shook off the feeling and went to get dressed.
Making my way back toward my apartment, my phone went off. I pulled it out of my bag and pressed the speaker button, “Yes?”
“Kasey, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all day,” my half-sister and best friend Riley sounded thoroughly pissed.
“Riles, I’ve been in meetings.” I tried.
“Bullshit,” she growled. “You were in that barbaric gym.”
I sighed turning the corner onto my apartment’s street. “It’s not barbaric. Physical exertion is far from barbaric.”
“I don’t know why you insist on participating in that nonsense. I mean, you exercise your magic regularly, and you don’t eat all that instant pillaform crap. You’d be perfectly fit without downgrading your status.” Riley ranted.
I waved to the doorman and waited for the lift. “It’s not about fit, Riles. It about catharsis.”
I strolled into the elevator as Riley continued her tirade. Zoning her out as the metal box rolled upward, I planned my solitary evening. I needed to finish the final section of the manual I had foolishly volunteered to write. Oh well, the commendation would afford me some job security. Then again, how many mages were there with shifter/were pregnancy healing specialties? I laughed as the steel craft dinged. When I exited the elevator, I hung up on Riley. I felt bad, but I needed to take a real shower and finish my deadline by tomorrow night. I’d bring her roses and sage pillaforms tomorrow. She would forgive me. I stopped a few yards short of my door because leaning on stood Riley.
Riley and I had the same father and looked oddly related. She was barely 5’4 and slim while I stood at 5’11 and had exaggerated curves. Our hair was the same thick yellow blonde that looked dyed, but hers held in tight ringlets whereas mine was stone straight. Our eyes matched perfectly though—a cornflower blue with spikes of pale green. Together we looked like fraternal twins. We acted like it too both developing a steely, sarcastic disposition from watching the stream of women in our father’s life.
“You know, it’s exceedingly rude to hang up on your sister.” Riley stated blankly.
I smiled sheepishly. “My darling sibling, whatever brings you to my doorstep.” I leaned in and unlocked my door. I sidestepped allowing her to enter first, following her inside the doorway.
“I was going to let you sweet talk your way out of this one, but after that stunt, there’s no hope for you.” Riley smiled sweetly as she set herself on my couch. I shuddered. I sincerely hated all the projects, events and galas that Riley tried to drag me to.
“I’m not going, Riley. I have a deadline.”
“Kasey.” Riley whined, “Kasey, since you started this stupid book, you never leave the house anymore.”
I pouted back, “it’s a manual on care giv—”
Riley waved dismissively, “Doesn’t matter. You still haven’t left this apartment.”
“Not from your lack of trying.” I grumbled turning to the kitchen.
“Seriously, Kase, come out tonight.”
“No,” I called from the kitchen. I was fixing myself tea. I planned to down three caffeinated cups, one non and write until the sun came up. Since it was barely starting to set, I had lots of time. Riley stormed in before I could even get the pot on the stove.
She snatched it from my hand. “You’re going. You’ve been alone since Jason left. You gotta give yourself a chance see other beings. Why would you let some stupid wolf break you.”
I spun on her, “I don’t want to connect with anyone else. I refuse to place myself in harm’s way.”
Riley slammed the teapot on the counter. I cringed. “Living is harm,” she asserted hashly, “To be alive is to be in its way. Get over it. You’re going tonight. Here.” Riley thrust a bag at me that I hadn’t noticed.
“I hate when you aport things into the house.” I groused trying to pick a different fight.
“Don’t. I will not be swayed. Go change. The club opens in thirty minutes. So, go.” Riley thrust the clothes directly into my face. I snatched them and stormed off into my room.
Ten minutes later, I felt Riley’s magic picking the lock so I strode over and threw open the door.
“Where are we going?” I demanded, “A strip club?”
“No,” Riley smiled slowly, “We’re going to same clubs we used to in secondaries.”
Riley stood there in skin tight leather pants that were shredded around the thighs. Her top was matching brazier halter that held around her neck with layers of chains. She wore black spike heels so that altogether she looked like an S&M cat woman. I didn’t look much better. I wore a strapless, white leather corset that shoved my breasts to previously unimaginable heights. Attached was a small chain-link skirt that barely grazed the tops of my thighs. White fishnets and white knee-high PVC platform boots covered my legs.
“Riley, no! We’re too old now.” I implored, but Riley has having none of it.
“There were women our age there when we first went. Remember? Back when you used to be fun?” Riley giggled at my displeasure. I whined and complained the entire seven block walk, praying that Riley would get fed up and let me leave.
Despite all my dissension, I found myself leaning on the bar of Shokker. The lights fluttered colorfully and some random industrial song blasted through every pore in the walls. I sipped my water while vigilantly watching Riley’s vodka. I had never felt the urge to drink before, but this moment was pushing me close to the edge. I felt humiliated to be here. As a training mage, I ran this place more than my own home. Everyone knew my face, my dancing, my style.
Now I stood here pitifully. I barely received a second glance from anyone. I sighed and shook it off choosing to abandon Riley’s drink and join her. I waded through the throng of goths, punks and rave kids. I found Riley dancing sharply on a small square podium. She scooted over as I hopped up next to her.
Mirroring and shadowing her every leg and arm flail, we twirled, kicked and moved in synchronization. Dancing in these clubs demanded a swift, transitional series of poses. Every beat we struck a new picture. The entire floor knew the protocol causing the room to become a photographer’s dreamland. My eyes rolled lazily across the floor as I posed fluidly on the podium, in tune with my sister in a way I hadn’t been in years.
We caught each other’s eye and smiled letting our magic mingle with the rest in the room. Mine struck someone delicious. Their power, though it felt undead, rolled with the smell of dawn, fresh grasses and warm rain. It smelt of raspberries and cinnamon. I moved gracefully to follow where my magic was attracted. I almost fell of the podium.
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Question, comments, suggestions, review.
:D
the characters are mine, all mine. enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Persuaded
Breasts are constantly in the way, well in kickboxing anyway. That’s why my opponent went down. She was new, and didn’t know that we well-endowed women needed to tape them down. That and the uppercut I landed to her chin. She hit the mat like a faint elephant. I laughed and spit blood. She didn’t move during the count. I sauntered off without a care. A few younger girls tried to ask me questions. I gave them a terse look, and they quickly backed off.
I rinsed off in the shower and stood in the mirror to survey the damage. My right cheek was bruised, and my lip was about to split. I tongued it. I took in my freed breasts. They were D’s and wholly inconvenient. So many women did all kinds of magical and surgical procedures to get their tits to the size I had. The skin there was a shade paler and my nipples were too pink. Sliding my fingers down my ribs, I could feel the future shiners. From my knees to my shins, various shades of black, brown and yellow littered my pale skin. As I snapped my fingers, the strange, familiar tingling started at my toes and bubbled to my neck. I shivered. I always hated healing myself, but it was better than toting injuries until I could make to a professional healer. With my record for making it out of my house to go anywhere but here, it could be a month. I shook off the feeling and went to get dressed.
Making my way back toward my apartment, my phone went off. I pulled it out of my bag and pressed the speaker button, “Yes?”
“Kasey, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all day,” my half-sister and best friend Riley sounded thoroughly pissed.
“Riles, I’ve been in meetings.” I tried.
“Bullshit,” she growled. “You were in that barbaric gym.”
I sighed turning the corner onto my apartment’s street. “It’s not barbaric. Physical exertion is far from barbaric.”
“I don’t know why you insist on participating in that nonsense. I mean, you exercise your magic regularly, and you don’t eat all that instant pillaform crap. You’d be perfectly fit without downgrading your status.” Riley ranted.
I waved to the doorman and waited for the lift. “It’s not about fit, Riles. It about catharsis.”
I strolled into the elevator as Riley continued her tirade. Zoning her out as the metal box rolled upward, I planned my solitary evening. I needed to finish the final section of the manual I had foolishly volunteered to write. Oh well, the commendation would afford me some job security. Then again, how many mages were there with shifter/were pregnancy healing specialties? I laughed as the steel craft dinged. When I exited the elevator, I hung up on Riley. I felt bad, but I needed to take a real shower and finish my deadline by tomorrow night. I’d bring her roses and sage pillaforms tomorrow. She would forgive me. I stopped a few yards short of my door because leaning on stood Riley.
Riley and I had the same father and looked oddly related. She was barely 5’4 and slim while I stood at 5’11 and had exaggerated curves. Our hair was the same thick yellow blonde that looked dyed, but hers held in tight ringlets whereas mine was stone straight. Our eyes matched perfectly though—a cornflower blue with spikes of pale green. Together we looked like fraternal twins. We acted like it too both developing a steely, sarcastic disposition from watching the stream of women in our father’s life.
“You know, it’s exceedingly rude to hang up on your sister.” Riley stated blankly.
I smiled sheepishly. “My darling sibling, whatever brings you to my doorstep.” I leaned in and unlocked my door. I sidestepped allowing her to enter first, following her inside the doorway.
“I was going to let you sweet talk your way out of this one, but after that stunt, there’s no hope for you.” Riley smiled sweetly as she set herself on my couch. I shuddered. I sincerely hated all the projects, events and galas that Riley tried to drag me to.
“I’m not going, Riley. I have a deadline.”
“Kasey.” Riley whined, “Kasey, since you started this stupid book, you never leave the house anymore.”
I pouted back, “it’s a manual on care giv—”
Riley waved dismissively, “Doesn’t matter. You still haven’t left this apartment.”
“Not from your lack of trying.” I grumbled turning to the kitchen.
“Seriously, Kase, come out tonight.”
“No,” I called from the kitchen. I was fixing myself tea. I planned to down three caffeinated cups, one non and write until the sun came up. Since it was barely starting to set, I had lots of time. Riley stormed in before I could even get the pot on the stove.
She snatched it from my hand. “You’re going. You’ve been alone since Jason left. You gotta give yourself a chance see other beings. Why would you let some stupid wolf break you.”
I spun on her, “I don’t want to connect with anyone else. I refuse to place myself in harm’s way.”
Riley slammed the teapot on the counter. I cringed. “Living is harm,” she asserted hashly, “To be alive is to be in its way. Get over it. You’re going tonight. Here.” Riley thrust a bag at me that I hadn’t noticed.
“I hate when you aport things into the house.” I groused trying to pick a different fight.
“Don’t. I will not be swayed. Go change. The club opens in thirty minutes. So, go.” Riley thrust the clothes directly into my face. I snatched them and stormed off into my room.
Ten minutes later, I felt Riley’s magic picking the lock so I strode over and threw open the door.
“Where are we going?” I demanded, “A strip club?”
“No,” Riley smiled slowly, “We’re going to same clubs we used to in secondaries.”
Riley stood there in skin tight leather pants that were shredded around the thighs. Her top was matching brazier halter that held around her neck with layers of chains. She wore black spike heels so that altogether she looked like an S&M cat woman. I didn’t look much better. I wore a strapless, white leather corset that shoved my breasts to previously unimaginable heights. Attached was a small chain-link skirt that barely grazed the tops of my thighs. White fishnets and white knee-high PVC platform boots covered my legs.
“Riley, no! We’re too old now.” I implored, but Riley has having none of it.
“There were women our age there when we first went. Remember? Back when you used to be fun?” Riley giggled at my displeasure. I whined and complained the entire seven block walk, praying that Riley would get fed up and let me leave.
Despite all my dissension, I found myself leaning on the bar of Shokker. The lights fluttered colorfully and some random industrial song blasted through every pore in the walls. I sipped my water while vigilantly watching Riley’s vodka. I had never felt the urge to drink before, but this moment was pushing me close to the edge. I felt humiliated to be here. As a training mage, I ran this place more than my own home. Everyone knew my face, my dancing, my style.
Now I stood here pitifully. I barely received a second glance from anyone. I sighed and shook it off choosing to abandon Riley’s drink and join her. I waded through the throng of goths, punks and rave kids. I found Riley dancing sharply on a small square podium. She scooted over as I hopped up next to her.
Mirroring and shadowing her every leg and arm flail, we twirled, kicked and moved in synchronization. Dancing in these clubs demanded a swift, transitional series of poses. Every beat we struck a new picture. The entire floor knew the protocol causing the room to become a photographer’s dreamland. My eyes rolled lazily across the floor as I posed fluidly on the podium, in tune with my sister in a way I hadn’t been in years.
We caught each other’s eye and smiled letting our magic mingle with the rest in the room. Mine struck someone delicious. Their power, though it felt undead, rolled with the smell of dawn, fresh grasses and warm rain. It smelt of raspberries and cinnamon. I moved gracefully to follow where my magic was attracted. I almost fell of the podium.
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Question, comments, suggestions, review.