by Amy Mah
Amy could feel the temperature drop. It had worked; attention was no longer on Bambi anymore. No, the hate of the three alpha females was now fully aimed like a blade directly at her.
The sudden cold snap was only disturbed by a clapping sound, and all four turned to see a small girl with white hair smiling and clapping her hands.
Ice stood a few feet away with a young maid behind her holding a number of boxes, and she was beaming her lovely smile.
“I see you three have just meet my cousin, Amy, and by the look of it, you are about to offer her a challenge.”
The middle girl gave a look of obvious distaste towards Ice.
“Only a deformed throwback like you could claim this creature pretending to be an alpha as a relative. I know all the alpha females, and I demand to see her brand, or should I call a guard to strip her for all to see! She has no right to wear a modesty disc!”
Ice gave a laugh, and ignoring the insult, continued to beam a smile that was so bright it almost gave the impression of the sun shining off of snow.
“Why, Desney, I just thought you walked bow-legged by accident of birth. You never said you had grown yourself a pair of balls to be able to ask to see a girl’s brand. If you are so keen to look up girls’ nightdresses, I am sure your friends here would oblige by letting you play flip skirt with them.”
As Desney took a breath to hurl some hurtful comment, Ice cut in.
“Amy accepts your challenge. I have a tournament court booked in 45 minutes; you may use that. Is it just going to be you, Desney, or will you need your followers to help, seeing that you have challenged the top fighter on Fangbook? Perhaps you don’t recognize her without being coved in blood?”
The girl to the left of Desney spoke for the first time.
“Amy? Is that the Amy? That bitch was a feral that lived with the animals? But she is lethal! It can’t be her! She’s still wild! She is crazy wild, and the council kept her out of the nest as a punishment for years but had to bring her back when she keep killing outer vampires and started a war with another nest. That’s the one that not only killed other feral females but attacked a raiding party on her own, killed a full-grown male in single combat and started to eat him in front of the males, then when the Praetorian Guard arrived she took a pet and had sex with it in front of all the guards! It’s true! I’ve seen the pictures the guards took, plus the killing of 50 armed humans on her maiden hunting trip that the humans now call the massacre of 47th and 3rd!”
The two girls on either side of Desney now took a small step back, giving the clear impression that whatever was going to happen, it was going to happen to Desney and not them.
Desney, true to traditional vampire pride, was not going to lose face.
“That’s not her! That is just some upstart beta with the same name, and I accept the challenge! Come on, girls! Help me get changed for the fight.”
Amy stared at the three girls as they moved off.
“I didn’t eat the male; I only took a few bites out of him. He almost killed my uncle with a coward’s attack from behind, so I had to kill him. The massacre was not fully my fault, and it was 22nd and 3rd. They mostly killed each other. I’m not a fighter, Ice. I can’t fight Desney. I don’t even have the right clothing”
Ice’s smile was now beginning to get annoying as she beamed it at her.
“I notice you haven’t denied the sex bit! And I thought you were such a nice, innocent girl!”
Amy suddenly felt very hot, and it didn’t help that Ice winked when she said, “nice, innocent girl.”
Ice’s smile changed shape as she started to giggle.
“Well, that will give us something to talk about after the tournament, and I will want all the smutty details, unless you want me to ask Max for the details instead.”
“Ice! Don’t you dare!”
“Come on. Let’s see if my fighter costume fits you; you don’t want to fight her naked, or do you?”
Butt Freezing
So there Amy was, freezing her butt off. It’s so not surprising that humans think we are all undead and cold blooded; these Tournament changing rooms are bullet-nipple cold, and I don’t even have the moral support of having Bambi near, as Ice’s maid had taken Bambi away in case of problems during the tournament. If the fight doesn’t kill me, Amy thought, then I will die of shame if I have to walk about in public wearing what Ice has just handed me.
“It’s a frigging body stocking, Ice! And so thin and clingy that I may as well fight her naked. I can’t go out in public wearing this! Like, everything, and I mean everything, will show!”
“Stop complaining! It cost Daddy a lot of money. It has to be light and thin; it’s a fighter! The Helsing will hide your coat hanger nipples, so what’s the problem? It may be thin, but it is still super strong, and more importantly, stain-proof”
Amy stared at the handful of material in her hands, which looked more like something to blow her nose in than something to wear. It was very light, and it was also white, which is so not my color. The way she had had to visit the washroom three times so far, Amy hoped that Ice’s stain-proofing guarantee also covered the inside.
“Come on. Take off everything, including your undies. You will not be able to wear anything underneath or it will ruin the cut and style.”
Ice in her Fighter
Reluctantly, Amy pulled off her t-shirt. Looking down at her chest, she knew she was cold. As she wriggled out of her panties, she could feel Ice staring at her. I so wish people didn’t do that; just because we have the same bits does not mean I like having my bits stared at. With a slight blush, Amy dropped an arm in front to hide her more intimate areas.
“I’m not looking there, silly, but still; your rainforest does need some topiary work done on it! Heck, all-out deforestation may be an idea, unless you plan to grow it longer and hide what you should be covering with your hands!”
Ice stabbed a cold finger at Amy’s hip.
“Maxy said you were an alpha. He said you had alpha teeth and claws. The Perv has a thing about looking into girl’s mouths and guessing their rank, which I suppose is better than looking up our skirts like other guys. They are all pervs one way or another, And what about the pages on Fangbook going on about your kills? No beta can wear a modesty disc. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Do you want to get yourself de-fanged? Just what are you playing at?”
“Your brother told me I was an alpha when he gave me the disc. All I told him was that I had a stupid pink bat of a family mark burned into my skin. I said I can’t fight. I don’t know what Fangbook says about me. I just kind of go crazy at times and kill people; that’s all!”
“Well, you better start getting ready to go crazy again, because Desney will easily kill a non-alpha fighter. And if she doesn’t kill you, she will hurt you for showing her up in front of her friends and then demand that you are stripped to show your brand for tournament records. Then when they see you are a beta, she will demand that you are punished!”
“I can’t go crazy at will. I have to get mad and let my inner vamp take over.”
“Well, send her an invite now, as I have bet a whole month’s allowance on you to win today. Now, you tell me I’m lending my lovely fighter to a non-fighting beta. If you lose, I will have to burn it out of shame!”
Amy could tell that Ice was not happy and was fully living up to her name (and not just the way she knocked my hands away and began to roughly rub talcum powder into my skin). Amy’s skin was covered in goose pimples from the chill, and Ice’s beaming smile had vanished; her look was as cold as her hands.
It has to be a vampire thing, but why does being naked and nude keep popping up in my life? And if it is so normal in vampire culture, why is it just me that is the one shivering in the nude while the rest of the world walks about fully dressed? Amy wondered.
Her modesty temporary forgotten (mostly due to the first stages of frostbite), Amy struggled naked into the costume and tried to ignore the way Ice slid her very cold hand
s inside to pull the material into the correct shape. Amy tried hard not to look into the wall mirror. She knew that with her body shape, the costume would make her look like a cross between an underdeveloped super hero and a pedophile’s dream date.
Ice fitted an ornate Helsing around Amy’s chest, and it painfully pinched into her boobs. It wasn’t supposed to; it was fitted to be comfy, but that means it was fitted to be comfy around Ice’s chest but not mine! Amy did not complain; what was the point? Ice was now as cold as her name, and that was in turn as cold as her hands.
“Has your inner vamp arrived yet?”
“Not yet, but thank you. I am very grateful for your friendship. I will do all that I can not to disappoint you,” Amy said.
“Huh! It’s not about me, silly. But if you lose and your rank is discovered, it will shame my brother. And if that happens, he will be very hurt because the thick lug likes you.”
Amy tried to say something, but Ice put a finger on her lips and continued.
“I also like you, but if you hurt my brother, then forget about Desney. I will kill you myself. Believe me when I say I am 10 times a better killer than Desney will ever be.”
Looking away from Ice, Amy instead took a look in the mirror, hoping that now was a good time for vampires not to cast a reflection. She almost wished the myth was true. Ice’s fighter suit was tight: so tight that it looked like it was trying to fit Amy internally. The only thing such a costume did was to prove to everyone that I was female along with what I had for breakfast. Looking down, Amy now understood what the slang term of “camel toe” meant!
Amy’s top half could have been that of a boy, as the Helsing had flattened her breasts to almost nothing. Even the toilet tissues she tried stuffing in did not make any difference. Well, no difference to the shape, but hopefully the extra padding would mean I would still have boobs by the end of the fight.
The bottom part was without any Helsing armor. It made Amy feel more naked than if she were actually fighting in the nude. All of my life is acting and playing parts, so being a vampire is all about life and death situations. But heck! Why can’t I face a life or death situation fully dressed just once?
I’m a vampire, not an actor, and most of the time I don’t even feel like a vampire: no urges to hang upside down or ravage human virgins, although as far as I can tell, virginity makes no difference to the taste of the blood. And for the life of me, I have never had the courage to ask anyone how you would know your meal is a virgin without asking it, and what guy over 12 would ever admit to it, anyway?
Amy was sure that humans didn’t know that they would be a lot safer wearing a disc with their blood type on it rather than a holy cross, as some vampires were very picky eaters and would ignore those members of the groups that gave them gas.
Today, I play at being a fighter, and if I am unlucky, I may get an award for being dead. Playing at being a human was difficult, but playing a vampire was impossible. Amy had tried to fit into vampire society, but everything she did just seemed to make her slip deeper into the crap. Sometimes, I think my aunt is correct, and I am nothing but a child trying to play in an adult world.
To make matters worse, Amy now wished that she had used the bathroom one more time before putting this frigging suit on. The only bright point that she could think of was that she expected Desney to finish her off before she got too desperate and had to fight her with crossed legs.
Desney
Ice led Amy to the hall she had booked, explaining the rules as they went, not that there were many. You couldn’t bring in your own weapons, but you could use any of the weapons placed around the hall. There were points for different moves, but normally the last person standing was the winner.
With a kiss to the cheek, Ice wished her good luck and practically pushed her in though the doors, where the sight of the hall took her by surprise.
Amy almost forgot about Desney, who was sitting on a long leather couch with her two followers at the far side of the room. Her friends got up and left when Amy entered, but Amy was more interested in the room’s decorations, which had been taken from all the vampire movies she had seen. She identified the late 1960’s Hammer House of Horror Dracula’s castle.
Looking up there were dripping, candle-laden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, but 30 feet up, the stone walls changed to an open gallery with a viewing area encircling the whole room, and it was full of people!
Desney was wearing the same sort of spray-paint costume that Amy had on, but hers was black and did not look transparent; even with a Helsing, you could see that she had boobs. Somehow, she managed not to show an unsightly crotch trying to eat its way out of the costume, so it was only Amy walking about naked.
Desney stood up and raised an arm to signal that she was ready so Amy did the same. What sounded like an old church tower bell sounded, and the noise vibrated through the room to mark the start.
Amy was taken by surprise at Desney’s speed as the girl covered the distance from the other side of the room in a blink of an eye and sank a fist into her stomach, forcing Amy to double over in pain before she appeared back on the other side of the room as if by magic and gave a wave to the onlookers. Crap! She could have killed me! But she wants to show off first, thought Amy.
Desney was pretending to polish her nails as Amy straightened up, then, as with the first time, Desney struck her in the stomach but followed it with a blow to her head before appearing back at the other end of the room, this time lying across the couch.
Amy knew this could not carry on in this way or Desney would kill her out of boredom, so with a blur of movement she reached her and attacked, her claws raking the furniture that Desney vacated faster than she could strike her. The boot camp school training meant she was fit and fast and a star at crawling across a ceiling, but hand-to-hand combat was going to be next semester. She wished she could rely on more than just her basic instincts. That said, if she clawed or bit others, it would hurt them a lot.
Again with speed, Amy rushed at Desney, only to find that the other girl threw a pole towards her that not only tripped her up but caused her to slam into a wall head first. She knew that it must have been a hard blow, as the room should not normally be spinning so much. When she tried to stand, she could hardly keep her balance, and blood was fast running down her face from a gash on her forehead.
At the second attempt to stand, Amy noticed that others were in the room. As her eyes started to focus she saw the two friends of Desney leave. In their place, they left a bound and gagged girl, which with a shock Amy recognized as her maid, Bambi.
Desney looked towards Amy and pointed to her helpless maid. With a loud, theatrical voice, she spoke to the watchers above.
“Oh, you have finished your nap, have you? Shall we carry on, or can I take my lunch first, as I had to send for takeout due to getting so hungry waiting for you to finish your little snooze?”
Laughter came from the galleries above, and the loudest was from the two friends of Desney who had returned to their positions in the gallery above her.
Amy did the only thing she could think of, and it was one of the most abnormal things any vampire would ever think (let alone say out loud, even if she did only say it in a whisper). It was shocking even to her own lips as she mumbled, “Please, I need your help. I don’t care about me, but she is going to hurt Bambi. Please! I am begging you to help her!”
There was no answer, but now Amy mentally moved to one side and willingly let a far older side of herself take control. It was different this time, as Amy was still there looking out of own her eyes but no longer in control of what the eyes looked at. She could still think as she normally did, but she was more of a passenger in her own body. It was such a creepy feeling that would have made her shiver if she still had a body to shiver with.
A-Me
The female blinked and looked about the cave. No, it was not a cave but a chamber underground: part of a complex of chambers where her kind could hide from the burn
ing light of day. A place to live, to rest, to relax, to enjoy the bodies of males, and to breed. Chamber or cave, the difference was only in the names and meanings that filled her mind.
This cave/chamber was for play fighting between females: a way to be able to show your position or rank to the other females living here. The overlaying scent meant a safe underground nesting area for a large number of her kind. It seemed a little strange, wanting to live together, but she could understand the reason. Having a large number of strong males protecting the nest from animals and others of her kind was a good idea and sat easy in her mind. Weak females, like weak males, should always be killed off to protect the species.
She could feel her other self sitting in her mind, and she felt the knowledge the other her had, but it was difficult, as the other her tried to make simple things difficult with extra meanings. She had a name: a sound word that she called herself. It was “me.” To others, it would be A-Me. She didn’t understand how they could both share the same body. Her other self worried about it, and that was a stupid thing to do as it was a fact and so it must be normal.
The world had changed somehow from what it should be, and so had her body. She missed how she used to be but knew that this was how things should be, as the new body shape made hunting so easy, and it looked nice, too. Many times, she had looked out of shared eyes to see her reflection on shiny surfaces, and after the first shock, she had grown to love the greater freedom she had without wings. The flexibility of movement was a thrill, as was the softness of the skin. She was very content with how she now looked.
As it was normal to share this nice body, she would help teach her other self to look after it, as it was still very young in its mind. They shared a good, young, fit female body, and her other self had not even known the pleasure a male could give a female! But the other her was so very young, so she would be patient; there was plenty of time before mating and breeding, and she would share this time of freedom from family care.