Carla takes Tori on a Hunt

[Tori's POV, Seattle, 2029. The first days of the Vampire Revolution.]

Tori snaps awake. She is snuggled in bed against her mother. Her mother, Carla, lays on her back, with Tori sleeping against her on her side. The curtains are drawn, but the clock reads 7:05 pm. I must have slept through the whole day... she thinks, yawning. Mom feels so cold, but she's so, so beautiful Tori thinks, admiring her mother's new, chiseled, features and unbelievable curves.

The events of the previous night flood through Tori's mind. In particular, she has a hard time trying to shake the image of her mother biting into their neighbor, Lily. It's an image she returns to again and again.

"Good night, my love" Carla says, snapping Tori from her thoughts. Carla kisses Tori on the forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, mom" Tori answers. It feels so good just to lay in bed, to be held.

"Sleeping in bed with me, just like when you were little" Carla says affectionately. "You must be so hungry...I know I am!" Carla says, stretching.

"You can..... You know... Bite me, if you want" Tori says uncertainly.

"Oh, honey" Carla coos, her face showing pure adoration, "that's sweet... But I've drank a lot from you already, and I'm so thirsty. No, I thought we'd go out..."

Tori rolls the idea around in her head. Out. Outside. She's going to bite someone else. Tori feels sad at the thought of her mother attacking some innocent person for blood. She won't admit it, but she also feels a little jealous. I want her teeth.

"Umm.... I don't know, Mom" Tori says, her voice cracking uncertainly. Carla makes an exaggerated frown.

"But sweetie, you know that I need to eat" Carla says sweetly. "I want us to do this together."

But why? Tori wonders, why do I have to be there when it... Happens. Carla stretches again, and Tori finds herself mesmerized by her mother's large, perfectly sculpted breasts.

"Come on, let's get dressed and go out. A girls' night!" Carla says, leaping from the bed and going into the closet to find clothes.

Tori and Carla sit in the back of a cab. Tori was shocked to see her mother basically use mind control on the poor driver. Has she done that to me? Tori wonders worriedly. Tori's mother is dressed in a narrow black dress, her cleavage on full display. She didn't put on any makeup. She doesn't need it Tori thinks jealously. Tori is dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a top. She looks more like Carla's little sister than her daughter.

Tori stares out the window at the mostly empty streets. It's 11pm on a Friday, and this area should be jumping, but all of the news reports about attacks have kept people inside. (Sometimes they are attributed to wild dogs, sometimes homeless people on bath salts, sometimes "gangs" of "illegal aliens". But Tori knows the awful truth, now.)

Tori is conflicted. She is dreading her mother's upcoming feeding. She's excited imagining it. She doesn't know what to think. Carla's hand, resting on Tori's knee, gives it a reassuring squeeze as if to say "this will all be fine". Tori takes a deep breath. This will all be fine.

"Up there" Carla says to the enthralled driver, pointing at a woman walking alone on the otherwise deserted street. "She looks pretty enough to eat" Carla laughs, causing Tori to shudder. Carla's prospective prey clacks down the street in heels, and a t-shirt emblazoned with some bar's name. Tori figures the woman must just get getting off of work. She looks pretty, but it's hard for Tori to tell in the dim light. The cab pulls up to the curb, and Carla rolls down her window.

"Hey, beautiful, those heels look downright painful... Let us give you a ride" Carla says, her tone dripping with menace.

Run Tori thinks, just run!

The woman pauses and looks over, more confused than scared, but quickly wises up. Without a word, she quickens her pace, clack clack clack, fumbling in her purse for something. A phone? Mace? Tori thinks. Carla sighs, rolling her eyes. "Rude" she laughs. Carla opens the door and steps out of the cab.

"Get in the car. Now. And don't scream" Carla says firmly. She doesn't yell, her tone is completely flat, but Tori can tell that the woman has no choice but to obey. It's terrifying and alluring all at once.

The woman slides in to middle seat next to Tori, a semi-dazed look on her face. Carla slides into the car, closing the door behind her. The cabbie starts off, driving away.

"So what's your name, dear?" Carla asks sweetly.

"Tara..." the waitress says dreamily. Up close, Tori can see that the woman is quite beautiful, if tired looking. Her shirt smells faintly of spilled beer.

"Tara!" Carla exclaims, "so close to Tori!" she continues, turning to her daughter. "What do you think her blood type is?" Carla asks, her hand resting on Tara's leg.

"Mom... Don't do this..." Tori whispers, a tear in her eye. She doesn't want to see someone die. She doesn't want to see her mother kill.

Carla ignores her, brushing the woman's hair to the side. Carla runs her knuckles along the woman's throat, grinning at Tori.

"Tori, baby, hold her hand. Tell our friend Tara here that she has nothing to worry about" Carla says darkly. "Tell her everything will be alright...."

Tori feels deeply uncomfortable, but doesn't know what to do. She takes Tara's hand and squeezes it. "It will all be okay" she says to the enthralled human. Tara turns to Tori, a dazed look in her eyes, as Carla begins to kiss Tara's neck. Tara moans a bit, seemimg to enjoy the touch.

"Hold her, baby" Carla murmurs, "look into her eyes". Tori and Tara's gazes meet, as Carla's fangs descend and click into place. "Watch the light go out of her eyes as I consume her."

Tori wants to look away, but can't. Carla kisses Tara's neck once more, before sinking her fangs into Tara's throat. Tara jerks, but is held in place by Tori and Carla. A small stream of dark red blood escapes from the corner of mouth, running down Tara's neck. Tori listens to her mother's gulping, and Tara's increasingly erratic panting, as the cabbie drives obliviously onward. Tara's struggles have subsided, and her moaning has become louder. Carla stops feeding for a moment, and grins widely at her daughter, blood staining her lips and teeth. She reaches out, cupping her daughter's cheek.

"Comfort her. Kiss her" Carla prods, her eyes sparkling. Tori leans in, her lips brushing against the weakening Tara's. Carla smiles again, before biting back into Tara's throat. Carla's hand slips from Tori's cheek to her neck, her fingers laying lightly over Tori's arteries. Hey heart is pounding, and she knows her mother can feel it. Their eyes are locked.

Tori breaks the kiss, pulling away.

"Mom. Don't kill her. Let her go, for me" Tori begs. She is aroused, and is disgusted with herself, but also is deeply afraid that if she watches her mother take an innocent life, an irreversible line will have been crossed. She's just not ready.

Carla withdraws her fangs and smiles at Tori. Her lips smile at least, but her eyes are cold.

"Of course, honey" Carla says, licking the woman's neck wound, healing it. Tori can tell that Carla is frustrated. She wanted the kill so badly...

They drive home silently. Carla sends the enthralled driver on his way, and head back into the apartment.

"She tasted so sweet...I can't believe you made me stop" Carla grumbles.

"Mom, come on.... She didn't deserve that" Tori says.

"Deserve? Who deserves anything" Carla says dismissively, if unconvincingly. She walks up to Tori, as Tori backs away. Her back comes up against the wall, as Carla presses against her. Tori feels her mother's cool breath on her neck. "I'm still thirsty" Carla whispers. Tori finds herself becoming wet. She swoons a bit when her mother's cool lips drag along her neck. "I know you want this, Tori."

Carla bites down, and Tori gasps. As Carla feeds, she slides a hand between Tori's legs, squeezing her sex. "You're wet" Carla says lewdly, "I can smell your arousal..." Tori feels herself melting against her mother. Carla undoes Tori's fly, her fingers slipping into Tori's panties. Tori moans softly as her heart pounds.

Carla's fingers work faster over Tori's clit, but her drinking has slowed to barely sipping. She licks Tori's neck.

"I know this is an...adjustment for you, Tori" Carla says affectionately. "But the revolution is happening, and there is nothing you or I can do to stop it. Trust me, you'd rather be with us than with them" Carla says, her fingers slipping inside her daughter.

Carla kisses her daughter hard on the lips, and takes her hand, leading her towards the bedroom.