Satisfaction and Realization

Slowly the brown-haired woman pulled the limp blonde into her apartment, the fanged mouth still latched onto her prey’s neck. As she instinctively pulled out the blood, Anne had the presence of mind enough to kick the door closed. And then, her mind left her to enjoy the bodily fluid that was putting an end to her foreign hunger pangs. With the grip she had on the other female, it was a wonder the brunette had not broken any of the blonde’s ribs or any of the other bones for that matter. Anne could hear the sounds of sexual bliss on her prey’s lips as more blood was taken. It was not until her strange thirst had subsided that new nosferatu had begun to slowly remove her teeth and mouth from the female neck.

Now that her cravings had been sated, the brunette’s mind was now becoming aware of what was going on. The fact that she now had a human form in her arms did not help her either. Looking down onto the blonde bipedal creature, the new undead had found herself satisfied by the blood she had taken. Yes, taken, there was no other word to describe what she did. The blonde’s head fell back with a smiling, semi-conscious expression on her face; she was suffering the severe loss of blood.

“No! no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” stammered Anne as the familiar face of the woman that was beyond the threshold was slowly returning to her.

Quickly dragging with 1 arm the barely conscious female to the other wall she was fairly certain where the light switch was. Feeling around the wall, the brunette’s hand went up and down, side to side. Until finally she hit the switch for the bulbs to flicker on. Taking a moment for her vision to adjust to the new light, the brown-haired vampyress’ red irises looked down at the prone form of the blonde that was close in age to her when she had been human. Her eyes widened as Anne’s mind revealed to her that her prey was in fact the woman who she loved for years since their relationship blossomed in high school during summer break after her sophomore year. The undead gently lay the woman against the nearby coffee table.

The brunette stroked the semi-conscious face of this blonde woman whose beauty had only increased in the years that followed. Then, her eyes fell upon the bare neck of her ex and found the twin punctures of her fangs. The torn flesh was connected by the bruised indentations of her incisors there by creating a clear crescent shaped bite mark. Anne, with shaking hands, slowly reached to cup her beloved’s face with her right hand and touched the fresh bite with her left. The brunette took note the torn punctures bled as she touched the slender throat of the woman that stole her heart all those years ago.

She went back to the answering machine and pushed the button, “Hey, sis, I know this kind of sudden, but I have a surprise!”

“I know,” said Anne to her best friend against the table with tears in her eyes, “This is what the surprise was…a surprise visit.”

The brunette touched her chest where she felt her beating heart, she was not sure what that meant. If being a blood-sucker meant being undead…or dead. Then would she not have a pulse? In the beginning she did not have yet the full grasp of her own situation so Anne could not self-analyze her condition. But she could do that later Grace needed her, so she knelt down to the blonde on the floor.

“What do I do? Ooh, damn it!!!” the nocturnal predator said aloud as her mind was flooded with possible decisions, “What do the vampires do in those movies?”

She remembered the Hammer films starring Cristopher Lee but the more she thought about them, it hit her that all Dracula did in those movies was bite the young women. She needed to think harder, there had to be something in those movies that could help her now!

“The Lost Boys!” Anne exclaimed as the memory of a movie came to her, then added, “Now…how did those vampires turn others?”

It had actually dawned on the brunette that she was actually considering if not aiming to change her accidental prey and woman she loved into something like her. But seeing Grace like this was just too much to bear. Stumbling back and in frustration swung her left arm to the side to only feel like her hand was wet along with a burning pain. Glancing quickly in the direction of her pained hand the undead woman found her left forearm cut open by broken wood, not knowing how lucky she was it was not oak. Just as quick had glanced than Anne had brought her arm closer to examine it but found the wound bleeding dark red ichor. Fact is she was so intent with looking over the wound that the brunette had not notice a splash of her ichor had landed on the bite wounds on the blonde’s neck.

Hurriedly, the wounded vampyr made her way to a towel that had been carelessly tossed aside, grabbed it, and then proceeded to put pressure on it. What Anne did not realize was that the recently new yet not entirely familiar hunger pangs were starting to return. If it were not for her wound, the thought of her recently sated thirst returning would have alarmed her.

Seeing as she had pressure on the wound, the brunette raised her forearm higher than her heart then proceeded to search for the first-aid kit which contained a suture kit, “Where did I put that thing?”