by Amy Mah
“Wooooow! It fits perfectly, Unck! When can I go out hunting? I have to go out hunting now that I have this! Can we go out now? Yes, let’s go out now!”
“Slow down: no blood for three nights, and that includes munches on Bambi. Then you will be good and hungry, and your senses will be sharp for your first hunting trip.”
“Three nights! But I am hungry now! I can’t go three nights without feeding, Unck! That’s not fair! I want to get my fangs dirty now!”
Amy in her Hunter black leather with steel helsing top ….. real cool!
Chapter 13
A Night out on the Town
Amy wondered at what point she had stopped thinking like a human; here she was, sitting on a roof with her uncle and having a stomach full of butterflies at the thought of hunting like a real vampire and tasting warm, fresh blood.
As her uncle pointed out what was going on below, Amy’s stomach rumbled, and she raised her eyebrows and sighed.
“Please, just tell me which one I can bite, Uncle! I don’t care what illegal stuff they are doing; I’m hungry!”
Ignoring her comments, her uncle continued with analyzing the situation below as Amy slumped back on her heels and made a louder sigh (in case he missed the first one).
“Uncle, I am freezing and hungry, and if I have to sit on this cold roof much longer, I will need to go to the bathroom again! Please, just hand me a straw and point out which one is dinner, will you!”
“By the blood soaked hands of the gods, will you pay attention! Or I will take you home right now!”
Amy lowered her head and raised her eyes to her uncle, trying to look as cute as possible, which took a lot of effort, being a blood-devouring creature of the night (or she would be as soon as her uncle pointed out the prey).
“Sorry, Unck. I’m just a little over excited; that’s all.”
This time, when her uncle spoke, she knew he was trying to hide a smile.
“Save the little-girl act for your aunt; now, pay attention to those eight humans at the edge of the main group.”
“Yes, Uncle.”
“It is a large drug deal, and the eight men I pointed out will circle around the area, keeping an eye open for trouble such as cops, each other or anything strange.”
Amy couldn’t help herself. “By strange, do you mean us?”
“No; they will not be expecting us, but that does not mean they won’t try and kill us. I will pick out a straggler and show you how to drop down behind him soundlessly, feed off him, and be away before he is missed. Is that clear? Amy?……… AMY! ……… Now, where has she gone?”
Blame the Cat
The men should have been doing what they had been told and keeping a look out, not what they thought would be amusing. And that was to pick on something small and weak when something small and not so weak was currently leaning over an edge 30 feet above and not finding the torture of a cat amusing. Amy was not sure what was the best cause of action when fate took a hand, and she slipped.
As the cat limped away, Amy stood up slowly and carefully so as not to make any sudden movements. There was nothing to worry about; she was just a lost teenager. If she could keep them talking for just a few minutes, her uncle would turn up and sort them out (and start the lecture of running off and needing to be rescued), so she smiled at the two men holding guns.
Amy decided quickly that the pain in her chest was caused by the force that knocked her off her feet. Feeling the pain before she heard the muffled thuuunk that she guessed was made by a gun fitted with silencer, she remembered hearing similar sounds in gangster movies. This was so similar that she now knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of a mob killing.
Two more thuuunks sounded as she lay on the ground: more pain; had they killed her? Then she got annoyed at herself for thinking such a stupid thing; if you can ask if you were dead, it means you are not, duh!! She was wearing a hunter, which came with a Helsing metal breastplate as standard. She had nearly removed it, as all it did up till now was force her to pad her bra with tissues to stop it from cutting into parts of her body that were sensitive to a rubbing plate of metal.
It was a nice and peaceful place where Amy was; she was not quite sure if she could even understand how it had happened, but her body was no longer in her control. It was better than before as now she could see, hear and feel what was going on as her inner vamp took over. No fear was involved as a very pissed-off vampire stood up and hissed at the two men.
She knew that she also shared the emotions of her inner self, and if that emotion had a name, it would have been called Pissed Off. It was not so much anger as it was an annoyance over her new coverings having holes in them.
The men pointed the guns again, but before they had time to do anything with them, the female disarmed them, as the noise the metal things made was too loud and gave her a headache. Not that they would be able to use the noisy things: she had snapped their necks at the same time.
Amy could feel the pleasure her inner vamp had of taking a fresh, warm drink from one of the men, and she knew it would help her body heal faster. Amy wondered why she did not feel anything over what she had just done, but she put the reason down to only feeling what her inner vamp felt, which was nothing at all.
The female finished her drink and wiped her face on the coverings the food was wearing. Footsteps were fast approaching, showing that the noise had attracted others, She was no longer so hungry, but the idea of running away was so foreign a concept that even Amy could not feel any need to leave, Instead, what she did do was leap up to her original looking post 30 feet above them on the roof, and when the three men rushed over to where her meals lay, they slowly looked around. Before anyone thought of looking up, the female knew the metal in their hands could be dangerous to her, but only if they were alive. The matter was simple; she dropped down silently behind them and killed them.
She was quite silent when she killed them, but they did not die quietly; one would not stop shouting until she removed his head. Amy could now hear lots of movement and even more shooting as members from both sides believed that the other side had set a trap for them. She walked around to see what all the fuss was about; several men came at her for no apparent reason, and she had to put them down. After seeing her open her mouth to show off her fangs as a matter of pride, one man stepped back and fell to his death to a lower level. She didn’t see any reason why her controlling male should appear and shout at her for doing nothing at all wrong. True, it was a waste to kill more than she could eat, but most of them were committing suicide or shooting each other: dying without any help from her.
Back home
Amy’s aunt looked up to see her brother standing in the doorway, winking at her (due to a nervous twitch he had been nurturing for some 200 years) with something dripping in blood draped over his shoulders, which could have be called a dead weight if it wasn’t trying to kick him.
“You’re back early, brother! How was the hunt?”
“Never again, not if I live to be one thousand, will she ever leave her room, let alone the nest! You and your bright ideas of putting her on a diet to make her hungry for the hunt! Oh, yes, she was hungry all right! Too hungry, and she got careless. Someone shot her, and all hell broke loose, but that didn’t stop her causing a small war and leaving the local crime underworld less one drug baron! Just how I am going to explain the events of tonight to the council, I have no idea. She got into one of her weird blood rages, and is still in one, by the way. She bit someone on the way down.”
“She bit someone?”
“Yes, she wouldn’t let me undress her, and as it is not her nest uniform, some comedian asked to see her brand. That was when she took a bite out of his leg. At that point, I tied her up and said she was coming into heat, so he ran off as fast as his limp would let him.”
“Well, drop her in my bath as she is, and please go clean yourself up before you see the council. She has been dripping blood all over your cloak. so give it to a
maid to clean before it stains. I will take care of our little hunter.”
A-Me
A-Me looked around the room and breathed in; the room smelled nice. She had been untied and placed here. By the smell of them, some lowly slaves had come in, but they ran away when she showed her teeth. One of the walls was as reflective as water, and she stared at her reflection in it. Something was wrong; she no longer had her wings or a tail, but her memories told her that this was normal. It was also somehow normal that she now shared this body. As she slowly moved her hands over herself, she was pleased with it; obviously, the body had camouflaged itself to fit in with the current prey available, and her memories agreed.
A thorough examination confirmed she was a young, strong, healthy female with many child-breeding years ahead of her. Her memories also said that it was only on the surface that she was different, and her shape was so very pleasing to the eye: looking and feeling so soft to the touch but with the ability to kill with ease.
A-Me opened her mouth, watched her fangs descend, and was pleased with them. Holding a hand to her face, she released her claws and was again pleased, so she tested them out by scratching five deep lines nosily across the reflective surface and smiled to herself, knowing what she could do with such a fine body.
Ideas and meanings were slowing building up and filling her mind when a large, slow female entered the room. A-Me looked at her and knew the external appearance was a lie; this was the most dangerous female she had ever met, so A-Me retreated, returning the shared body back with such speed that Amy sat down in the empty bath with a thud and stared around as if in a daze.
Naken Again!
“Good; I see you have come to your senses, but if you frighten the maids again, I will do more than just frighten you! Now, take those things off so that I can see the damage.”
Rubbing her now painful bottom, Amy tried to make sense of being back in the nest as her aunt helped her remove her clothes. Memories now were coming back as if she had been dreaming. Her chest was very painful; she remembered being shot and getting mad, and her dream memories playing in her mind showed her what had happened afterwards.
Her aunt spoke, and she looked up with a start.
“Well, the Helsings are damaged but easy to replace. They stopped the bullets, so they did what they were designed to do.”
The bath started to fill with warm water as Amy let her aunt examine her in detail. When she touched a large bruise covering the whole area between her breasts, it made Amy wince as a sharp pain stabbed into her and brought tears to her eyes.
“Ouch! If it stopped the bullets, why does it still feel like I have been shot?”
“Cracked ribs, my dear: nothing to worry about, as they will heal by tomorrow. You are very lucky, as none of the blood covering you is yours.”
Amy looked down at the bluish area on her chest that marked the area where it was painful to breathe, thinking that “lucky” would have been not being shot at all.
“I think I have upset Uncle, and he will never take me out hunting again.”
Her aunt leaned forward and turned the faucet up to send more water gushing into the bath.
“Nothing to worry about: he will soon get over it, as you have passed all the tests.”
Amy tried to reset the faucet so that she was not boiled alive.
“Tests? What tests?”
“If we wanted you to just bite someone, your uncle would have lead you to some homeless bum. No, the hunt was for you to prove you are a natural killer and to face danger head on to get your food. The gangsters you killed will not be missed; your uncle was just a little surprised at how well you can kill. Your “inner vamp,” as you call it, has fighting skills that are a gift; you need to try and control it more, but it is still a useful gift.”
As her aunt begin to rub soap into her hair, Amy relaxed and shut her eyes tight to stop the soap getting in them. It was such a pleasant treat to have her aunt wash her. Maids were all right, but she loved it when her aunt showed such non-vampire affection to her.
“Speaking of gifts, it is customary for a parent to treat a girl who has shown skill when hunting for the first time, so what would you like? Some new clothes, perhaps? A nice shopping trip outside to get some, hmmmmm?
Amy thought fast, as it was rare to have her aunt so amenable.
“Aunt? As a present, would it be possible to keep Bambi as my personal handmaid?”
There was silence for a few moments, and Amy worried that she had asked too much; if granted, such a request would mean a raise in status, as instead of having maids on a rotation, she would have her own personal handmaiden.
Her aunt continued with soaping her as she answered. “As long as you treat her well and don’t bite her too often, I think your kills today have earned you a personal maid. Besides, you will need a handmaiden now that you will be attending school.”
Bambi My undead maid
Chapter 14
High School Never Ends
With Amy’s first official kill-okay, her first official massacre-came higher status, as well as the long-sought-after right to explore the other floors leading up to the surface. She did, however, wonder if she still ranked below a cat. Amy expected that in her aunt’s eyes, she would always rank below a cat.
Having a new status would have been fine if school had not come into the conversation. Why school at her age? Not that she knew how old she was, but her human friends had all left high school now, so that must have made her at least college age. Perhaps it would be a vampire college she would be attending. Her only education in forever had been her aunt’s very original teaching skills on how a vampire girl should move and act in company, and some of her ideas were not just unusual but also extremely embarrassing.
The idea that all vampires were superior beings was obvious, and she knew vampires should always look elegant, as the prey appreciated being killed by a well-dressed and well-mannered creature of the night. Vampires should move like cats with grace and poise, which was fine when it started with walking about the place with books on your head to give you the stance and headaches of an 18th century debutant (whatever one of those was supposed to be), but practicing hissing was kind of odd to say the least, unless you wanted to star in some early 20th century vampire film (and no way did she have the chest for that).
Over meals, her aunt had discussed the best way of killing by demonstrating on lumps of raw beef, which at best just made her hungry and at worst gave her the idea that all prey should at least be partially cooked and presented on a plate in front of her.
Muris (a very large mouse)
Bambi took her to the floor where the school was located and led her into the changing rooms, which were located at the entrance to what was laughingly called the Academy for Children of the Night (ergo: vampire kids). Just to prove it, over the main entrance into the school was a very prestigious sign:
Teenage Males a nice distraction
Everyone made changes to the uniform as only a teenager could
Academy for Children of the Night
Under the sign was a notice board with helpful advice, such as any students carrying personal blades longer than 12 inches must leave them in the changing rooms or they would be confiscated.
She hated the idea of changing with strange females, as their smell made her feel sick, like being trapped in a shop full of cheap sweets. The uniform was not helping her mood, either; like any school uniform, it made you look like crap. Amy knew that the others must have also agreed, as they had made changes to the uniform as only a teenager could. She remembered her school days of rolling skirts up at the waist to make them shorter (and therefore more fashionable), but these females had taken such liberties with the design that it could never be called uniform. The outfits should have had a name more like monoform, as no two were alike.
Luckily, no one spoke. Amy knew that nest rules said you needed an adult present to introduce everyone, but that was crap. The real reason was the smell; the
room reeked so much of females that it had to be a test to see who would be first to start a fight. Amy knew the only thing she could possibly smell of was soap due to the number of times she showered daily, but in this changing room, it reeked of female hormones. The smell put everyone on edge and forced most girls to change with fully extended claws, and one or two went against five main rules and three sub rules by showing flashes of fang, which was the vampire way of giving the rest of the room the finger.
After the changing room, a maid showed them to a larger hall where they were joined by 5 teenage males, giving a mixed class of 15 students. One very large male did not have the normal male vampire look to him; he was more weather-beaten than the normal, smart-looking males. Well, that was if she was going to be nice; if not, he was some brute of a bum they had scraped off the street one night and said, “Let’s make him a vampire.” He was reclining in a chair, looking at sheets of paper and giving off an attitude of being a teacher and smelling like a gym coach.
Amy discovered his name was Muris from what some of the boys were whispering, which was a name that meant mouse. At 6 feet, 9 inches tall, he was the largest mouse she had ever seen. She also heard that he had no respect for full-blooded adults, let alone their offspring, and the only reason he was here was that he was on punishment assignment from the Praetorian Guard. The day could only get worse if the first lesson was cross country running in one’s underwear.
The next problem was the scent of the boys, which was a major distraction. Unlike human males or turnling males, they smelled kind of hot, and she noticed that several of the girls were licking their lips and puffing out their chests whenever a male looked their way.