by Amy Mah
A-Me knew her other self was worried over this female she faced, which was silly, as she would not let their shared body come to any harm. Play fighting was important to prove status, and the higher the status, the better choice of males to mate. Fangs rule, and they were always female fangs. One always took the strength and the seed from the male, and if he did not pleasure you, then you would kill him in his sleep by biting off his seed maker and letting him bleed to death. Life was so simple when dealing with males; it was other females that were the real danger.
Looking about, she took in everything she needed to know and laughed to herself when she realized what all the sticks and things on the walls were for; the opponent’s fighting skills were taken from watching human animals fight! A real female vampire did not need pointed sticks or animal tricks to win a fight; she just needed to be the better female vampire, and nature would do the rest.
Her mind showed her other thoughts, and one was that the game was not being played correctly, as two young females looking from above had interfered by capturing the nice slave she owned.
The poor being had the name of a woodland creature and only wanted to love her, look after and feed her, so that must be another normal thing in this odd place. Of course it would be normal for a lower animal to look to her for protection; her memory showed that it served all her body needs with care and devotion. After being turned, the creature was now barren, so it wanted to love its mistress. Having no male, her other self let it keep her warm at night and fed off when needed, so again, her other self was normal in some of her actions (if not her thinking). The creature would be killed just for belonging to her? A normal, spiteful female thing to do, but it showed weakness in her opponent, and if nothing else, she would punish her for that.
Her opponent was talking, but she was not interested in what she said, as they were here to fight and show status, not talk. Her first action was to remove the useless, uncomfortable metal top that cut into her feeding lumps. Her mind said it was called armor, and it was useful to protect her. She ripped the leather straps apart with her claws and let it hit the floor with a clatter. She did not plan to need protection; she was going to be the one attacking.
She still had on a useless thin skin of white, but it was sparse and pretty. It showed nicely that she was a fit, healthy female to all the males watching, and she wished there was a reflective surface that she could admire herself in. But that could wait. She would leave it on. It would not cause a hindrance, and if it did, she would rip it off and fight as nature intended.
A-Me stretched and issued a loud hiss, which then changed in tone to a growl as she relaxed her vocal cords. A purr could put an animal to sleep, but a well-toned growl would tell the prey to get ready to die.
With a bound, she threw herself at the wall opposite to the one where the two females were above and used the momentum to catapult herself up and over to where the females leaned forward to see her. Grabbing a handful of hair from each female, she changed her body back to full mass, meaning the sudden weight attached to both female onlookers forced them over the edge with her. They changed mass to float down but discovered A-Me was dropping with full mass and therefore taking them down to the ground at the same speed; they would hit the ground hard.
A-Me bent her legs and let out a grunt as the ground rushed up. She heard the screams from the others as they found the ground a painful break to their descent, even without weight. A-Me still held the weightless females by the hair, so she pulled them together, causing them to hit heads, and then dropped them back to the ground unconscious. Stupid young females were not worth the effort, so she kicked them to one side.
From her shared memory, she knew her opponent had fast movement, so as soon as she saw a ripple of movement in the air, she leapt up, somersaulted and landed a distance away.
If Desney was surprised, she did not show it, as with another blur in the air, A-Me watched her reach a rack of light spears and launch them with deadly accuracy towards her.
It was A-Me who was surprised at a female thinking of throwing sticks at her like a monkey. She judged the speed and projection of the objects and moved her body at the last moment so the sticks missed her.
A-Me could not understand why a female who had such natural speed would bother playing with bits of wood, as she now watched her take a large tree branch off the wall. Her shared memory said it was called a pole and could be used to hit an opponent without getting close to be hit herself. A-Me now knew for sure that this female was not only stupid but also a coward, and she would never find a male to give her pleasure. The best she could hope for was to raise her tail to a passing male monkey that also liked playing with sticks!
The tables turn
If Desney was not surprised by the strange actions of Amy, her friend Ice was, and exclaimed loudly:
“Just what the heck do you think you are doing? Grab a pole and hit her!”
After seeing people looking at her due to her outburst, she added, “Sorry; just trying to be helpful. That’s all.”
The female swung the tree branch called a pole at her with great speed, and A-Me thought it so amusing a move, as all she had to do was grab hold of it at the same time as dropping her body mass to almost zero, meaning she was able to travel in the limited arc of her opponents swing and at the end of the swing gain enough mass to rip the weapon from the female’s hands. It was an easy task to disarm her. Instead of rearming, the female darted over to where her cute little slave was tied up and bit deep into her to drink.
A-me knew this was some sort of insult, and she would pay for it. If this female enjoyed throwing things, then let her try catching instead. A-Me moved back to where the two unconscious females lay. She picked up the first by an arm and a leg, spun her in a circle, aimed her head at a wall, and let her go, which would kill her unless her opponent intervened. Seeing the blur of movement as her opponent rushed to her stupid follower’s aid, A-Me did the same to the other unconscious female, but this time towards a different wall.
A-Me forgot she no longer had wings: not that it mattered, as she had mastered her current shape and used it for an aerial attack the same way she would have if wings had been involved. As soon as she released the female missile, she leapt the 30 feet up to the balcony above, and with a full-mass, backward somersault, she threw herself off. Her current body shape may have been wingless, but that was not going to stop A-Me, who mentally just folded her wings to swoop down on her pray and reached her surprised opponent just as she saved her second friend. The A-Me/Amy body was not heavy, but 30 feet worth of gravity added greatly, as did four sets of talons that no other hunting flying creature had.
Desney was thrown to the ground hard and was unable to do more than cover her face as A-Me used all four sets of claws to rip off her metal armor and fancy black outer coating. The clothing she wore was designed to protect the body during a one-to-one vampire attack, but to A-Me, all it meant was a tough animal hide that could be ripped and peeled off a still-living piece of meat.
Desney attempted to defend herself, but every time she did, A-Me would slam her back to the floor with a snarl. In the end, Desney gave in to the humiliation of being stripped bare in front of all the onlookers and left naked as A-Me picked up Bambi and walked out of the tournament.
Changing room
Back in the changing room, Bambi did not say anything about what had just happened, and the volume she was not saying anything with was getting too much for Amy until a thought occurred to her. Without analyzing why it seemed such a good idea, she flicked her wrist with the tip of a claw to produce a small cut and offered it to Bambi.
The maid’s eyes went wide at the offer and drew back in disbelief as Amy held it out for her to drink from. The blood slowly dripped down her arm.
“AMY!”
Amy turned to find Ice standing in the doorway with a shocked look on her face, as if she had seen something that she should not have. She stepped in, closed the door and rested her weight
against it, taking a breath before saying anything.
“You dumbass! What do you think you are playing at? That is not to be done lightly and never, never on a nest turnling! Your maid should never be tempted in such a way! Alpha blood is like a drug to them, and just as addictive; now, send her home. She will be safe; no one will touch her after what you did to Desney.”
Reluctantly she sent Bambi back home with instructions to go to her rooms and wait for her. As she left, Amy pointed to her body suit and coughed.
“Now that Bambi has gone, you better help me out of this frigging thing. It feels stuck on, and I can’t even pull the arms out!”
So I win a bath?
Amy hesitated but had to ask. Her inner vamp had done all the fighting, and she had sat back with a mental bag of popcorn and a Coke and let her take control. But seeing things through her eyes and feeling things her way always left Amy a little confused over all the little details: little blanks when things happened at times when she was not paying full attention, so she had to ask.
“Ice? Err, just before I left the arena did I? Did I just pick up Bambi and leave, or did I piss on Desney’s face first, then pick up Bambi and leave?”
Amy watched the corners of Ice’s mouth turn up, which kind of answered the question. If that didn’t, her following words did.
“You can keep my fighter as a gift if you want, as I can buy another one with my winnings. But perhaps you should have it dry-cleaned as soon as possible so you don’t smell of wee when you next use it in a fight.”
She then giggled, and Amy thought, Crap! I expect someone will post another video clip of me on Fangbook.
As a reward, all the winners of the tournaments got to take a bath. Yes, well, I expect it should be a little more exciting than it sounds, Amy thought. Personally, a box of chocolates would be more to my liking. Well, I already bathe and shower so many times during the day that the growing of gills would not at all surprise me.
As they walked, Ice informed Amy that the nest had many underground gardens and parks (not that a soggy, cold, damp grotto was Amy’s idea of a good time) and that the token would let her into a special section that was loved by all in the nest as it had hot springs where tournament winners and the high ranking could relax. Ice had visited them lots of times due to her father’s rank on the council, and it would be a perfect, private place for the two of them to bond for the first time.
At this information, Amy swallowed. Eek! Not another vampire thing I should know about! Bonding could mean a lot of things in the vampire world, and like how did one ask if your best friend (okay not so much best friend but only friend) was suggesting a nice girly chat over drinks or sex? Amy had heard that female friend bonding could get really physically close as friends, and when I say really close, I mean no space between them; that sort of closeness I was hoping may instead happen with someone male. Well, I AM female!
Amy acknowledged that Bambi bonded with her while naked in bed, but that is different and not sexual-well not on my part. It’s a female thing of not getting on with other females, and even if Bambi is my personal, undead maid, I find at times I snap at her and her smell starts to get on my tits.
It was at times like these when Bambi would without a word join Amy in bed, cuddling up nice. And well, it took ages before she worked it out that personal maids always sleep with their mistresses whenever they can: not that they needed sleep, but they could slow their body down like a, heck! I don’t know! They just can, okay?
The main reason for doing it was smell. Bambi curled up with Amy and took on her personal scent. Again, Amy don’t know how it was done, but she know that Bambi could absorb her scent and smell of her. So it was nothing sexual. It was just that afterwards, I no longer have the urge to kill her, and besides, it is great to have her near me to feed from if I get peckish in the night. It IS such a bother to get up and go to the kitchen, and Bambi is usually too far gone into her odd kind of switching-off mode for me to disturb her. And well, she does taste nice, and the floors are so cold that once you get up for a snack, you then need to go to the bathroom. I do sleep naked with Bambi, as she tells me that she has very sensitive skin, but I think it has more to do with the hugging and scent stuff.
Bonding
Okay, so the bath was not quite as Amy had imagined. She followed Ice into a small changing room where they had a tepid shower. Like, why can’t the water be hot? I pay my taxes! Okay, I actually don’t, but I expect my uncle does, or at least he knows someone who pays them.
Then the two girls swapped the stupid nightdress uniforms for bath towels and stepped into a very warm cave system with waterfalls and pools, which Ice explained were hot mineral pools. “We have the whole system just to ourselves for a couple of hours.”
Ice let her towel fall to the ground and walked towards the nearest hot spring pool. Amy wondered what was it with vampire society that meant one had to be naked half the time and scantily clad the rest. Well, at least Ice had a good body to walk about with just in her skin. According to Max, she is younger than I am, perhaps just under 16, but than means nothing with all the age fixing that goes on. All it means is she could have been looking and acting younger than I am for 1,000 years before I was born, Amy thought.
Ice
She walked to the edge on the pool where the stones were smooth and pleasantly warm before surrendering her towel to the ground. She was still damp and feeling the chill from the tepid shower she’d taken to remove the sweat-encrusted talcum powder from her body.
The water was kind of transparent with a greenish tinge to it, and it felt absolutely wonderful, as the temperature was perfect: just short of hot and spot on with feelings of wowwwwwwww as whatever minerals were bubbling away in the hottest parts of the pool must have been ones that Amy’s body wanted.
She could almost hear her pores sucking in the air and water, then she heard a familiar voice and sank down in the waters as Max came walking toward them. Eek! I know I said I wanted a nice bonding session with a guy, but not today! And definitely not as a threesome! Besides, my skin is covered in red blotches and lines from the fighter that it looks like someone has been playing noughts and crosses with a felt tip pen all over me!!!
Amy slipped down so only her nose was above the water until she was covered by a wave of water created when Ice leaped out and landed 50 feet away in front of her brother, and yes, she was stark naked. And no, it does not matter in vamp society.
Ice slapped him and told him in no uncertain words to do something physically impossible even for a male vampire to manage without afterwards seeking medical help and a good osteopath.
By the looks of things, Max suddenly decided that he had a more pressing appointment and left.
When Ice got back in, she looked pissed.
“You are lucky; he almost had the opportunity to see your beta brand.”
My beta brand was not at the top of the list of things I did not want him to see, Amy thought. Well, I’m not saying never see: just not see today, and even then, not without some kissing first. Heck, I am so not like the sluttish modern vamps! As this was going though Amy’s mind, Ice pushed her to one side of the pool, and with a strength that surprised her, locked Amy’s arms and body so that she could not get out.
“Okay, this is where the bonding starts. I want to know just who and what you are, and only your blood will tell me, so turn your head to one side so that I can get a good bite on your neck, or I will take your throat out!”
As Ice locked her jaws on Amy’s neck, Amy held her breath and pulled her legs up, tucking them under her bottom so she slowly sank under the surface, taking Ice with her. The major difference was that Amy held her breath, but Ice had her fangs extended due to the biting. She did have some very nice and some very long fangs; that meant that her mouth could not be closed and was not airtight. Instead of blood, she began having a nice mineral drink and so was forced to let go of Amy and push herself up out of the water.
See! What did I say abo
ut Hollywood movies? Never have they ever shown that the best way not to be bitten by a vampire is to drown the biter!
Ice was coughing up water as she dragged herself to the edge and lifted herself up and out of the water. She was such a cute target; you must know what I am thinking; there she is, pulling herself out of the pool, and all I have in front of my eyes is her butt. Well, she DID try and bite me, and it was such a nice target: pinkish and fitting of the word “pert.”
Ice screamed; at first, she swore, as fangs on their own only leave four pincher holes that seal up fast on a vampire’s body, but Amy then pulled the major fangs back a little and bit down with her whole mouth full of lesser but still very sharp minors. That was when she screamed due to the fact that Amy had not only created a very interesting ring of red but also bruising under the skin and the future need for a very soft cushion at meal times! Look, my jaws are very strong, and with a liking for raw meat. I could if I so wanted turn her gluteus maximus into a gluteus minimus!
Amy had her pinned down and quite helpless, as her own fangs were a long way off from where Amy’s head was positioned. Ice’s foot claws were useless, and Amy’s hands held Ice’s firmly pressed into the mud and stones.
She did try to wriggle free, which just made Amy bite her again, sending out another scream followed by a long line of words, which fitted into an instruction that would be physically impossible to follow even if Amy had been male.
Amy was about to let her go when she thought, heck! Well, why not? She wanted to bond with me! Extending her major fangs again, Amy gave her a vampire kiss; in other words, she drew blood and had a little snack. Okay, okay, so it is a little kinky, but I am hungry. Besides, I had not fully planned to, but she had leaked a few drops. And well, the location was not the best, but coming from the pool it was clean enough to eat one’s lunch off. So that is what Amy did; the taste was so divine that she could hardly stop herself.