Explanations (1)

This night proved to be far more eventful, than what Silvia and Olivia usually experienced. Using Olivia’s gold-digger husbands for blood, and for sex as well in Silvia’s case. Neither of them knew what to expect since now they had a pair of newly risen vamps to contend with. Anne and Olivia sat on the couch facing each other while Silvia and Grace stood near them. Grace on her beloved’s side with Silvia close to her “Grandmother” roommate. It was time to get down to business as the undead females decided exchange information.

“Okay, let me get this straight, dears,” said Olivia, “Anne, the last thing you remember is getting up for a drink, then rising and have found 3 da-er-nights to have passed.”

“Yes, that’s right,” the brown-haired woman attested.

“Hmm, that sounds about normal,” Silvia added, stroking her chin with her left hand, “Do you remember anything from just before rising?”

“I-I remember being grabbed and bitten,” Anne recalled, her left hand unconsciously raising to her throat, “I also woke up with my underwear smelling like an orgasm.”

“I know what that’s like,” responded Silvia as she rolled her eyes, her own turning had long become a distant memory.

“And now, Grace,” Liv said as she looked to the blonde, but no before seeing Anne’s expression of worry, “What do you remember?”

“Wait!” Anne interjected before being cut off, “She just…!”

“No, Anne!” snapped Grace, “I will tell it, you already got tell yours.”

The brunette did not know what to say, Grace rarely ever spoke out like that. In truth, however, Anne knew little of what happened to the love of her life since that pig, Craig, seduced her. She always knew her Gracey was too good for that scum.

After taking a breath, Mrs. McCarthy began her tale, “I had just gotten permission from my husband to visit Anne and our son, Jimmy when I decided to drive up here.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” the auburn-haired girl interrupted, while waving her hands, “This isn’t the 1950s, I thought women now a days didn’t need their hubby’s permission like that?”

“Silvia, dear,” replied the elderly nosferatu as she grabbed her “granddaughter’s” hand, “Let Grace explain, “The floor’s all yours, my dear.”

“Thank you. As I was saying,” responded the blonde milf, “I had gotten permission from my husband, then I traveled here to visit my sister, Anne here, and to see my son, Jimmy. As soon as she opened the door, I rushed and hugged her. I was just so excited and as I was hugging her, Anne bit me; when I woke up, Anne said it had only been a few hours.”

Silvia and her elderly friend looked to each other and there was silence. There were certain things that needed clearing up before they could go farther.

“Anne, did you make Grace drink your blood?” questioned the auburn-haired vamp with a tilt of her head, “Because that’s the only way she would rise in only a few hours.”

The brunette shook her head, “No…but I bled on her neck…over my bite.”

“Look,” Silvia said with a sigh, “under normal conditions, provided the prey doesn’t bleed out or you’ve drained them, the mortal will rise after 36 hours. That’s 3 days and the only way for it to happen in a few hours would be they got a vamp’s blood introduced into their bodies…usually through their mouth.”

Both of the new vampyr looked to each other, this explained some of what happened to them. Then, it occurred to Anne that while her other wounds were quick to heal, but her wounded hand was taking longer. While She absentmindedly stroked her hand with her thumb, the brunette wondered is this was normal. The fresh nosferatu’s action did not go unnoticed, the auburn-haired girl’s eyes glided over to Anne’s hand with its new stitches. With decades of experience, Silvia knew that it was not normal for a nosferatu.

“Uhm, Anne?” the girl questioned with concern, then motioned to the woman’s wounded hand and demanded, “Gimme your hand, would’ja.”

The question surprised her since they were just learning about their undead status and her hand did not seem all that important in the grand scheme of things. However, since the girl who did not look even half her age had ordered Anne to give her hand to her. The brunette vampyr was taken aback but then had to remind herself that this girl had to have more knowledge on Grace’s and her condition. Curiosity had taken hold of Silvia, there was no way that was normal, wounds for nosferatu usually healed within minutes unless they were made with certain materials.

“So, what made this?” asked auburn-haired vamp as she held Anne’s hand while she ran her finger just barely along stitched wound, “Your do know that for us, would heal pretty quick.”

“W-well,” began the brunette vampyr, she was by no means this trusting, but she needed her own answers, “I-I cut myself.”

“On what?” Silvia insisted, knowing that this fresh vamp still had a lot to learn, “This wound is obviously not healing since you have sewn it shut. This leads me to believe that this wasn’t just any material was used.”

Anne looked within the gaze of the more experienced vampyr and felt uneasy; it was not like they had any other choices nearby to understand their condition. Feeling the painful nudge of her beloved’s elbow that spurred her explanation.

“I-it was a piece of wood! Okay?” Anne blurted, “It wasn’t like a-a stake or anything, right?”

“You’re lucky it wasn’t,” stated the elderly nosferatu with a sigh, “Listen good, dears, and listen well. There are 2 materials that can seriously injure our kind. Wood and silver.”

“L-like the wooden stake thing?” asked the blonde.

The older vamps nodded firmly, there was no getting around this. If these 2 wished to survive in their world, then they would have to be told.