Maybe?

(Notice: Does this actually follow the previous events? I Don’t know. Maybe. Either way, I’m writing it for fun, but I’m not writing it with the intent of it being a continuation of the previous chapter. But hey; **** of the Author. Think whatever you want.)

Your new life begins now. No longer will you be alone, or unloved. Living in the light brought only sadness. Now, you’ll find happiness in darkness, along with your new Sisters. You wonder if the rumors are true about them being a LSC. You’ll find out soon enough…

You arrive at the meeting site; a lakeside summer camp, abandoned once autumn arrived. Around you are other Gorgeous Goth Girls. Well, other goth girls. You wouldn’t call yourself gorgeous. Though that might just be from all the bullying destroying any trace of self esteem .... Anyway, you’re here, you’re… oh sweet, a snack bar!

“Hey, Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you later, ok?” You say as you slowly shuffle toward the snack table.

They smile “Of-course. Enjoy the Food.”

“Thanks!” -I will!- You say, partly in your head, before walking to the food table at a reasonable pace. You consider asking if there’s anything you should avoid, or if the drinks are poisoned, but you decide not to. It’d be rude, and they probably wouldn’t tell you if they were. And so, you nervously grab a plate, and put a hamburger, some potato wedges, and some BBQ flavored chips on your plate, get a glass of Fruit Punch -Ah, I Really hope this won’t actually turn out to be ‘Drinking the Coolaid’- and sit down at one of the benches around the campfire. The other girls stare at you for a moment, before returning to their food or conversations.

As you’re about half finished eating your burger, you hear footsteps approaching your bench. You look up, and see:

Intended picture: (Kinda)
Face: https://sk.pinterest.com/pin/423268064978663148/)
Outfit: https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1ILO8KFXXXXbFXpXXq6xXFXXX4/Purple-Gothic-Lolita-Dress-Square-Neck-Flare-Long-Sleeve-Dress-with-Bow-and-Ruffles.jpg

What else, but a Sexy Goth Girl. A Purple “Goth Lolita” you think the term is.

“Hey, is this seat taken?”

Still having burger in your mouth, you shake your head. Sitting down next to you, she begins eating her own food. Looks like chips, and potato salad on a hot dog…You avoid looking at it, as you don’t like what it reminds you of. Though you do notice vampire fangs when she opens her mouth to eat a chip.

You swallow, and are about to take another bite, when she begins talking.

“So, I don’t recognize you. This your first time here?”

-Oh no, Socialization!? Ok, stay calm.- “Yeah. Guessing it’s not yours?”

“Nah, second time for me. So, you having fun so far?”

“I kinda just got here, but yeah. The food is tasty, and the view is great.” You say, looking at her face. You blush when you realize what you said, though your makeup covers it.

However, it seems like she noticed, and chuckles.

“I’m Violet, by the way. What’s yours?” She asks, while taking a bite of her ‘potato dog’.

You tell her name, and take another bite of your burger, now that she’s shown she’s ok with eating while having a conversation.

“A Lovely Name, for a Lovely Lady.”

Once again, your blush is covered by your makeup.

“T-Thank you. Your name is lovely too! Really on theme.”

She giggles. “It is, isn’t it. I’ve always liked the smell of the flower, and the colour, so when I decided to become (she gestures to herself) this; It felt natural to use my favorite colour in my wardrobe, and at that point, I figured ‘why not’, and chose a new name that matched.”

“Wow. I wish my name had such a cool origin. I just heard it in a TV show and liked it better than my old one.” You reply with a chuckle, as you take another sip of the fruit punch. -Tasty.-

“Hey, what matters is that you like it. It’s your name after all.” she says, miming hitting you on the shoulder. You reflexively flinch.

“Oh shit, sorry.” She says, holding her hands up, palms facing you.

“No, it’s fine; really.” You say, panicking that your reflex ruined the mood.

“Alright? Um, Anyway, the food is all you can eat, while supplies last, so feel free to help yourself. Oh, and in about 20 minutes, the main event should begin, so I hope you enjoy that.” She says, as she takes a sip from her cup.

-Oh no, I did ruin the mood! Nooo!- “Ah, thanks. I hope you enjoy it too, whatever it is.”

She chuckles, “Oh, I will.”

-Ominous, but strangely sexy. I wonder if her lips taste like grapes? Or, well, whatever it is they use to flavor purple popsicles.-

“Is there something on my face?” She asks with a giggle.

-Oh no, I was staring!?- You nervously sip more of your juice, as you shake your head, too flustered to speak. -Damn this is good. Wait, is this alcoholic? I’m starting to feel warm, and kinda tingly.-

“Oh, there’s not? Well, would you like there to be?” She says, taking a sip of her own drink, the both of you having finished your food a few minutes ago.

“Wh,what do you mean?” You ask, slightly flustered, and slightly aroused.

She slides closer to you, her plump thighs close enough to yours that you could easily rest your head against her shoulder if you wanted to, and leans in, whispering into your ear.

“I think you know what I mean.”

-Wait?! She can’t possibly mean That, can she!?- “Wa?! Really?! But..” You look around, nervously. You look to your right, only to see the other girls not paying attention to you (or pretending not to), too busy having their own conversations. You look to your left, and your arousal increases as you see a couple making out, and another groping each other. You turn back to see Violet looking at you, waiting for your response, a soft, understanding smile on her gorgeous face.

Breathing slightly heavily, you whisper “Are you sure?”, to which she responds with a smile, and leans in close, her nose practically touching yours. “Only if you want me to be. Don’t worry, I don’t Bite, unless you ask me to.” She says.
(She’d remove the fangs for comedic effect, if they weren’t firmly attached to her. I’ll leave how to your imagination.)