The devil, of course!

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

It is already dark when Tori arrives home. Entering the living room, she puts her backpack on a chair and sees her mother, Carla, sitting on the couch, sipping from a wine glass of deep red liquid. Carla is watching the news, a smirk on her face. An attractive reporter stands in front of the J. Edgar Hoover building in Washington:

“...FBI Director Jane Plaza has said that ‘reports of rampant disappearances and elevated murder rates reflect social media stories planted by foreign adversaries’ to fearmonger. Plaza continued, saying that the FBI ‘has seen no elevation in either missing person reports, homicides or general death counts’. Plaza chastised the media for spreading ‘conspiracy theories’. Local police chiefs like Bill Forst have their doubts…”

The screen cuts from the pretty reporter to an interview with some local cop:

“One of my deputies found a whole bus full of bodies, pale as sheets, some torn apart. When he called it in, Feds descended and roped off the entire scene and kicked us out on account a jurisdiction!”

The reporter interviewing the cop nods, a condescending expression on her face that says “okay, crazy old man…”. Tori shudders. It’s all true… Carla hits the off button on the remote and the TV switches off. She turns to face Tori, wearing a very revealing robe. Tori catches herself admiring her mother’s full breasts.

“Hi sweetie, how was school?” Carla asks.

“Ummmm…..not great Mom…” Tori says, taking a deep breath. You want this. They need to pay for years of torturing you. It isn’t wrong, it’s justice. Carla’s expression turns to one of concern. She rises from the couch and glides as if on air to her daughter, embracing her. Carla clutches Tori’s cheek to her breast, stroking her hair. Carla kisses the top of her daughter’s head.

“What happened, honey?” Carla asks, fury in her voice. Tori inhales, tearing up a bit as she plays over all the times these girls had mocked and bullied her.

“The girls at school...they are so mean to me…all of the time. I just can’t take it anymore” Tori says, just letting it all gush out. She had kept this anger bottled up for so long and it is a huge relief to just say it out loud. She hadn’t even discussed this inner anguish with Tanya.

“Would you like to...teach them a lesson?” Carla says. Tori can tell that she is trying to sound comforting, like she is just tossing out options for Tori, but Carla can’t hide the excitement in her voice. “Should they bleed?” Carla says bluntly. Tori just nods against her mother’s breast, tears welling in her eyes. Carla strokes her hair, hugging her tightly with her arm around Tori’s waist.

“Okay honey. Just tell me their names. They’ll pay, I promise.” Carla coos. Tori tilts her head to look up into her mother’s eyes. She senses so much love there. Carla bends, kissing her daughter on the mouth, her tongue snaking between Tori’s lips. Her hand falls to Tori’s butt, squeezing it. Tori tastes a hint of blood on her mother’s tongue.