Chapter 3 - Touch

She knew it.

She knew it.

From the first shadow across her bed Vinessa knew that something was wrong, that her books were right. She couldn’t count how many times her father had chastised her for her belief in the supernatural, for the excitement at the fantastical stories her stepmother read her. At first she had fought him, but as she grew older she’d acquiesced, sighed, and nodded, agreeing in half-hearted tones. But in her head, she’d always still believed. She’d always known it...

But this is nothing like it was in her head. It’s intense and terrifying, cold all over and prickly around the edges. She hasn’t seen everything, yet – just two eyes in the dark, but it’s enough for her imagination to fill in the rest. Red eyes, mind. Not human in their luminosity. They emerge from the tree at a snail’s pace, revealing purpling skin and smirking fangs, billowing black hair and the darkness.

Vinessa’s frozen at her own pace, hands protectively against her exposed chest. She’s managed to close her window, but doesn’t know how much more she can do. Her voice is snatched out of her throat like the faux-screams she can never quite release in her nightmares. It’s the same exact feeling – the dread, the knowing. But like those dreams her legs are lead. Heavy and useless, they collapse underneath her, and she stumbles to the floor. She backs up. Or tries to. Tries to scurry backwards, as the now-full-figure approaches her window, and runs a clawed nail down the glass.

Smirking, the vampire on the other side raises her head and cocks it, cooing, voice muffled by the wind and walls, “Come now, child. A little window latch?”

Vinessa doesn’t know how to respond, and so continues gaping. She gulps. Nervous. The voice makes it real. She was sweating before, but she’s really sweating now. This time it’s a cold sweat, and she’s acutely aware of her nakedness; just panties and her bra and her shoes. Her stilettos. A bad choice if she’s going to run...

But who is she kidding? Run? She couldn’t possibly...

The woman on the branch outside is clothed only in a corset, which doesn’t at all cover her large, purple chest. Oddly, that isn’t at all comforting. If anything it makes Vinessa even more distressed, if not for the connotations then for the shameful way she can’t tear her eyes away. The woman’s nipples are hard, breasts balanced beautifully above the corset top, and stray strands of long, twisted hair drift over them. Vinessa licks her lips unconsciously, and vaguely wonders, not for the first time, what it’d feel like to have another woman’s chest pressed firm against hers. She blushes at the thought and raises a hand to cover her mouth. If her mother could see her now...

A sharp rap on the window makes her jump – the woman’s got one hand against it, the other gesturing towards herself. “Come on, pretty little thing,” she’s practically purring, deep voice and laced with power. “You’re going to open it for me, aren’t you?” Her eyelids lower, both dangerously and seductively. “You don’t want me to shatter it all over your floor and pretty face, do you? It’d be such a waste of blood...” And she licks one fang with the implication – Vinessa immediately knows what faerie tale this creature falls under. 

And she knows, of course, everything that that means. Every reason why she should absolutely, under no circumstances, cross her room and unlock her window.

But she also knows, by the same token, that if a vampire wants to bite her, there’s little she can do to stop it. 

She licks her lips again before feeling a horrible wave of shame – she’s not entirely sure she wants to stop it. She’d be lying to say she’d never thought of it, never put a book down on her chest and imagined, in some twisted, far-off reality, that she could have the chance to feel that connection with someone – to share the very essence of her life with another’s warm mouth, feel that overwhelming power atop her, that filthy corruption drain into her veins in the place of blood... what would it be like, she wonders, to be taken in such a way that it changes your very being, makes you bad instead of good...? She shivers and whimpers – she could call for her parents, perhaps, or race to the phone and dial nine-one-one. But then, she’ll never know...

Almost entirely without her consent her legs are shifting – she’s climbing to her feet. Her body’s warm and her pulse is fast, but she hasn’t made the conscious decision yet to throw her life away – but it doesn’t seem to be up to her. She’s curious, not suicidal, but her legs are just... going. She can’t break eye contact with the woman on the other side of the glass, and feels that invisible pull like a vacuum. Her breath catches but her fingers don’t slow on the latch. Every moment for a long while has been leading up to this – every shadow, every stray breeze, every set of fangs in her nightmares and screech of bats in the distance. Her eyes never move from those glowing red shells as she flicks the metal open, and moves to lift the white frame. She gets half-way up before the woman’s hand clamps over hers, and shoves it the rest of the way. And climbs in. Vinessa moves back. Mouth still open, eyes still wide. Her arms drop limply to her sides. Her breath is coming so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if her heart jumped right out of her body and abandoned ship.

The vampire before her isn’t breathing. It’s very clear. She’s statue-still, and taller than Vinessa, and stronger-built, and dead-er-looking. She steps forward and Vinessa steps back. Her arms shoot back to her chest. Suddenly she’s hyper-aware of the cold. Now that she isn’t moving, her bra and panties are proving to be a rather flimsy shield against the midnight air. 

“Good girl,” the woman murmurs, and raises a hand to stroke Vinessa’s cheek. Vinessa winces, but doesn’t pull away. The woman tilts her chin up to examine her, and Vinessa wants to crumble under the scrutiny. “But you ruined my little game – what gave me away...?”

‘Your eyes,’ Vinessa wants to say, but doesn’t. Or can’t. Her mouth is open and working, but nothing’s coming out. It takes her several tries to manage, to stutter, “W-who... who are you...?”

Smiling hollowly, the woman says, “Kain.” And then she starts stalking forward, and Vinessa has to quickly back up. Just as she glances over her shoulder to see where she’s going her knees hit the bed, and she tumbles backward onto it, before scrambling up the surface. She backs into her headboard, fists tense in the sheets, legs bent at the knees. She’s turned on and terrified and excited and slow all at once – her head’s going to explode.

Kain smirks at the end of the bed, crossing her arms. “What’s the matter, little one?” She raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Cat got your tongue?”

Does Kain want her to talk? Vinessa wants to do what Kain wants her to do. Partially because of that inexplicable pull to obey, and partially because she’s horrified she won’t live otherwise. Well, there’s probably no way to live, actually. Vampires aren’t really living, if Vinessa’s books are anything to go by... and she very much doubts Kain is just darting in for a quick chat...

When Kain’s smile begins to slip Vinessa hurries to squeak, “Are you going to bite me?” And she claps her hands subconsciously to either side of her neck.

The smirk instantly replaces itself. Kain unfolds and climbs calmly onto the bed – if Vinessa had one smart bone in her body she’d hurtle off it like lightening. But she stays where she is, in her fluffy array of pink and white pillows, ponytail digging awkwardly into the wall behind her. 

“Now, now,” Kain scolds her, lightly, like a young child under her wing. “Don’t you want me to? Wouldn’t it be such a relief from this dull world? Such a joy to escape all its shadows, all its woes? Vampires don’t feel the cold, you know – just the pleasure of another’s touch...” And she reaches Vinessa far too close, and places a hand on her leg. Her fingers feel like ice to Vinessa – but ice so hot it burns.

She’s gasping, and trying to respond, and she manages, “B-but–”

But Kain isn’t interested. She yanks Vinessa’s leg suddenly, straightening it out and tugging Vinessa down into the bed in one smooth motion, onto her back, the other leg bent and now in the air. Kain leans over her with a leisurely expression, fangs sharp and gleaming. From this new position their panties are touching, or rather, Vinessa’s panties and the bottom of Kain’s leathery corset. The thick, rough material against her thin lace makes her moan, and her head lolls to the side. The dead coldness of the other woman makes her tingle, the contact making her wet. She can’t help herself, her chest is arching up, breasts straining against her bra, the straps feel too tight again, and she can feel the chuckle make its way down Kain’s skin. “Eager, aren’t you? What ‘but’ is there? You want me to bite you, don’t you?”

Vinessa’s eyes open part way to see Kain lower down, pressing more of their bodies together, until ebony hair is draped over her sweat-slicked skin and Kain’s mouth is at her ear, fangs grazing and teasing her earlobe. “You want me to taste your sweet blood, to mark you, to posses you...” Her long, thin fingers rake down Vinessa’s form, and her own painted nails fist tighter in her sheets. Kain’s hands are in all the right places, just never hard enough. They reach her knees before ghosting back up, and brushing over her chest. Vinessa presses too eagerly up into them, and bites her lip. Kain slips her hands under the lacey cups as she gently nibbles Vinessa’s ear. “How do you taste, pretty girl? Do you ever wonder? You’ll know, soon enough – I can be messy when I fuck,” and she bucks into Vinessa at the word, making her moan and thrash, “I’m sure some will get in your mouth, among other liquids...” She chuckles again, and squeezes Vinessa’s breasts hard, her erect nipples slipping through those strong fingers. “Aren’t you looking forward to my fangs in your neck while my fingers are in your tight pussy?” Her hands leave Vinessa’s bra, and in one, quick jerk, she rips the two cups apart. Eyebrows knotted together, Vinessa scrambles to sit back up, but Kain holds her down, snapping the straps with her sharp nails and pulling the fabric loose – she tosses the ruined bra aside and Vinessa’s bare breasts heave in the fading light, almost bouncing with how hard she’s panting.

Tentatively, and biting her lip, Vinessa moves to cover her breasts, blushing and feeling so out-of-place-shy. But Kain grabs her wrists and holds them above her head, smiling. She easily transfers both wrists to one hand and uses the other to squeeze Vinessa’s left nipple, tugging at it absently and massaging her breasts. “What a lovely chest you have, my dear,” she purrs. “Beautiful, and big, perky, and smooth... but I can’t help but wonder...” and she snakes down Vinessa’s body like an eel, “what they’d look like full of holes...”

Even when both of Kain’s hands divert to her chest Vinessa can’t bring herself to move her own – she obediently keeps them back, wantonly moaning at the other’s ministrations. She knows she should be terrified of this, at the implications – it’ll hurt, she knows, but it’ll feel good, too, she’s sure, she’s so sure... she even arches into Kain’s mouth when the other traces a fang around her nipple – it makes her unbelievably wet. Her panties must be entirely soaked through, and she can feel the fabric clinging to her skin, warm and sticky. Kain must notice because she chuckles and stops, hands sliding back down Vinessa’s body. She has to peel back her panties slowly, the little purple hairs sticking to the lace. Vinessa lifts her bum to help. Kain gets them off with expert skill, and all Vinessa wants is for Kain to get her off – she bucks into the other woman as she climbs back into place, and croons happily as one long digit slips between her folds. “Ooh, looks like someone’s wet for me,” Kain purrs out the obvious. “But,” she teases, and leans down, mouth back at Vinessa’s neck. “That’s not the liquid I want.”

Vinessa tilts her head to the side in offering, neck exposed, eyes tight shut. Kain chuckles. “You want that too, then?”

Of course she does. Kain knows that. But when Vinessa doesn’t answer claws close around Vinessa’s neck, making her gasp. “You’re going to tell me you want it.” Vinessa looks up at her, struggling to breathe around the sudden grip. Kain’s lips are wide and upturned. “If you want me to touch you, that is...”

Vinessa wants that. Very much. She struggles to form the words around Kain’s hands, “I want this...”

“Want what? Come now, you must know how to beg better than that, a pretty little thing like you...”

Vinessa doesn’t know what specifically, and has never had to beg like this, but her lips move of their own accord. Her brain is short-circuiting out. Her pussy’s on fire and soaking and her legs are twisting in the sheets. “I want you, want you, please,” Kain arches a brow, and she gasps as one finger dives into her. “Ooh, yes! Please – I want that – want you...”

“Want me to what?” Kain’s lowered back down, teeth running gently across the skin at her throat, and the vampire’s voice is deep and lust-filled... her fangs make little figure-eights and small circles, applying a little pressure, but not enough to break the skin...

“Want you to bite me,” Vinessa moans. “Suck my blood, make me yours, turn me into your whore...”

Kain chuckles darkly, amusement clear in her tone. “My whore, you say? Well, aren’t we an eager little slut... I don’t recall saying anything about that...”

Vinessa blushes darkly, but doesn’t take it back.

“Very well, if you insist.”

And she’s rewarded with those long, cold, perfect fangs, piercing hotly into her skin, sinking deep and shooting a stinging pain up her head and down her spine. Vinessa’s mouth opens in a silent scream, and she arches off the bed, frozen as her blood rushes up to the wound, pooling around the other’s mouth. It’s harsh and it hurts but it’s an exquisite pain, too – delicious and possessive, and Vinessa wants it so badly. For the first time tonight she touches the other woman – a hand in her hair, holding her down and grappling for support. The other’s sucking fervently like out of a cheap glass of wine, and Vinessa can feel her head slowly thin. Her whole neck’s on fire and the connection is mind-blowing – she’s never felt anything like this before. Warm and wet and intense and everything. She wishes foolishly that she had enough blood in her body for this saccharine horror to go on forever.

But she doesn’t, and it can’t. And Kain wrenches out of her with a triumphant gasp, and Vinessa shrieks at the horrible sensation. And the empty feeling that follows. She collapses back in the bed, limp and spent and still unbelievably horny, and watching Kain wipe the blood off her lips with her arm only makes it worse. At Vinessa’s mesmerized stare Kain grins and lowers her arm, and orders, shallowly, “Lick it.”

Like a good little whore, Vinessa does. She licks her own wet streak of blood off Kain’s outstretched arm, and winces at the coppery taste. She’s tasted blood before, of course, but never like this – full out on her tongue off another’s skin. Kain’s watching her with too-diluted pupils, and Vinessa wants more – so much more.

“Bite me again,” she pleads, and throws her head aside, again, sweeping her pony tail away. She turns her whole body and arches up, and her other hand darts down, now – inexplicably and stupidly the terror’s gone and she’s alive again – she needs to participate – to make this go faster. She touches her pussy and rubs at her clit, whimpering and showing off her wound like a trophy. “Bite me again, please, please, suck me dry-”

The words haven’t even left her mouth when Kain bites her again – a different place, just millimeters above the last one, hard like a wild animal, and Vinessa screams loud enough to wake the whole house – the whole neighbourhood. She screams and screams, and bucks back into the other woman, their bodies flush, and while she does it Kain’s hand overlaps her own, finger-fucking her hard, and she doesn’t need any preparation, she’s dripping wet and begging. Kain pulls back fiercer than she bit, and Vinessa whines at the loss, and she licks a bloody mess down the side of Vinessa’s face, making her wince and plead all at once. “My, my,” Kain mocks, as Vinessa turns her head to try and steal a kiss, but a strong hand holds her away by the scalp. She wrenches Vinessa’s head back and seems to revel in the tears that prickle at the girls’ eyes. “You will be a good whore indeed. Normally I just play around with my fellow vampires here and there – that’s what fresh victims are for, but you don’t want that, do you?” Her voice deepens, darkens, as she licks over the puncture wounds she’s created, making Vinessa shiver. She’ll have bruises, tomorrow, she’s sure. But if her skin pales and drains to another colour entirely, it’ll hardly matter... “No, you want to be mine forever, don’t you? My pretty, slutty, blood and pleasure slave, hm? You want me to drink you like a yummy cocktail and fuck you like a cheap bitch? Of course you do...” Vinessa doesn’t know why she phrases it like a question; she clearly knows the answer. 

But she feels compelled to answer, anyway. Her neck hurts. So much. She’s breathless and light-headed and weak and horny. She pants, “Bite me again,” and moans as those skilled fingers crook inside her. 

“Hm, and this is your good side – I do wonder what you’ll be like once I’ve turned you, and the bloodlust really sets in...” Kain loops an arm under her waist – pulling them flush. Their breasts are squished together, nipples sliding against each other, and the pressure’s crushing the air out of her lungs, but it’s perfect. Well, it would be perfect. If that connection was back, that unbelievable feeling of ownership, or her life force on another’s tongue. And teeth in her flesh, and her blood smeared across them. Suddenly she can’t wait for the turn Kain speaks of – she has no idea what it’ll be like, but she wants, oh she wants... her skin to turn another colour, her ears to tip, her teeth to sharpen... will her nails grow, too? Will her eyes turn to red? Her blood will stop moving and she won’t need air anymore – perfect. She can mash their breasts together all she wants and not worry about a thing.

But... most importantly... she could bite victims of her own – bite Kain. Feel that delicious rush it must be, taste pleasure on her tongue instead of copper, drink life like water. Soar through the night without a care in the world, feel the wind in her hair and no cold in her veins. It sounds too much and she almost explodes at the thought – at the ecstasy she can only imagine. And best off all: for eternity. That pleasure. That insurmountable, indescribable pleasure, held tight in a coffin for the arms of forever. Her whole body tenses – she’s ready to finish. Ready to start. Ready for more, and she’s panting so hard she can barely make out the words. 

She looks Kain dead in the eye and growls, “Turn me.”