by Amy Mah
“Silence! I will have facts, not words!”
Valerius bit deep into her neck and licked his lips before turning to the male beside him.
“Minos, as head of homeland security, could you enlighten me as to why we have visitors that I do not know about?”
Minos noticed Valerius no longer sounded angry, and that worried him. He also did not like the way the maid was still pinned to the wall; that sort of mental force needed a very powerful mind, and to forget about it and leave her there was an outward sign of power he did not care to see.
“My Lord, a hunting party requested as per treaty to travel though our land collecting strays. I did not see a problem, as the treaty gives them that right, and so I took the liberty in allowing it.”
“Yes, Minos, as you say, it was a liberty. Now, if you would be so kind as to supply this maid with an alpha modesty disc and personally see her to the nest entrance and let her go to find her mistress, I would be most obliged.”
“My Lord, where do I get a disc from?”
Minos stepped back a little as Bambi slid to the floor. Valerius turned his full gaze on him.
“Why, my dear Minos! If you find it too difficult to remove one from any of the many hundreds of alpha girls we have walking about the nest and give it to this maid so that I can follow her, please feel free to ask for help.”
Valerius then turned to the maid lying slumped where she slid to the ground after being released.
“Please get up; you have done nothing wrong. This male beside me will give you something to wear, and you must keep it on until I say otherwise. Your mistress is in need of you, so you must go to her at once. Now that you have passed on her message, you will be taken to the nest entrance. You do, of course, have my permission to kill anything that gets in your way; now, run along.”
As they left, a small old man in very aged, dusty clothing appeared from the corner where he was waiting, and Valerius turned to him.
“Please get me a change of clothing as I am going out. I will be needing my special sword box, and inform my personal guard to meet me outside, as we have a runaway maid to follow.”
Dragon Eggs and Awaking Phoenix
Ice was correct; something was not right. Neither Max nor Amy smelled anything, but the three vampires were not alone as an armored group that from their movements must have been vampires but had helms and some sort of black resin armor gave off no smell she could recognize.
Everything happened so fast, as they were attacked before they could do anything. Something went bang, and Amy found herself covered in a net, which was a lot stronger than it looked. Her inner vamp immediately surfaced, but even with her help, Amy lay helpless on the ground.
Making a mental note to never, ever come here again, Amy looked to see what was holding her. Silver! A frigging silver net!
As her inner vamp was about to get in a mega strop, Amy pushed her to one side and thought this is a job for me, Sis. Nets of silver plated steel would trap most vampires, but then, most vampires had not had to open boxes from human aunties who believed the Malaysian post office would try and steal the underwear they sent to Amy (along with more shoes than she could ever wear out even with her long vampire lifespan).
She had mastered duct tape with ease, but it had always left her claws feeling sticky. The tension-sealing plastic cords could be cut with a sharp claw tip, and that would just be the first layer! At one time, Amy even found a mousetrap in one of the boxes that an auntie set just in case a postman tried to stick a finger in.
Upon careful examination, she could see that the nets were held together with little silver-coated link rings, so those were the weak point. Silver was not so much a problem to Amy as it was for other vampires. They burned when they touched it, whereas she just got spots. For some unknown reason, she could not rip it apart with her blood strength, but she could unpick it and then step out all dainty and ladylike, which was what she was now trying to do.
The attackers ignored her, and she could see why, as Max and Ice were nicely holding their own. Why did I not think of bringing weapons? Ice had two blades strapped to her legs, and Max was able to assemble a pocket sword. No, don’t ask; boys and toys is what I call it. Amy’s floundering about and getting under the feet of the attackers gave them both time to arm themselves.
As she picked, picked, picked at the rings, she could see Ice’s fighting skills, and they were panty-wetting impressive. Amy had read up on vampire martial arts fighting, but she had not known that Ice could do it. What she witnessed was a perfect Dragon’s Egg; the body would be at zero mass apart from the tip of one foot, which was touching the ground while the second foot was resting in the first leg’s knee. Her arms were outstretched with a knife in each hand.
The silvered blades were of course at normal weight, and they were travelling at blinding speed to dynamic invisible points just in front of Ice’s body, meaning nothing could get near her without being turned into minced meat. She was protected by an invisible wall of death for as long as her strength held out; you could fire a machine gun at a Dragon’s Egg, and not a single bullet would get through.
More than that, you could drive a tank at her, and all that would happen would be she would bounce out of the way leaving a tank with a big hole in it. It would even be pointless to fire tank shells at the egg; this skill could normally only be used for a few seconds, but Ice had her back to Max so she needed only a half egg. She must have been in Egg mode for about five minutes and was still able to use the second part of the skill: the Awakening Phoenix.
Amy did not see her use it, but the two bodies on the ground showed that a defensive move had changed into an offensive one when someone stupidly got too close. Even the fancy armor had its limitations when hit by a wall of sharp cutting metal. A normal egg was just the bare hands, but adding the blades was a clever Ice-type upgrade to it.
Amy had now undone 23 little links: enough to put her hands and shoulders through to start on the outer net. Okay, so it was more a caterpillar than a ladylike exit, and crap do my hands itch! That was the wrong metaphor; Amy realized that she should be thinking more like a butterfly leaving its chrysalis, and from the itching in her neck, she was sure that she would end up with third-degree acne. I never used to have this problem with silver poisoning, and I don’t plan to start now. If I let this crap stop me, what would be next: holy symbols?
Her fingers were now starting to burn and itch, but she was near to getting a large enough gap to squeeze through. Taking another look, she could see that Max was protected from the nets by his sister’s half egg. I must say, he looks kind of hot with his weapon in his hand. Look, shut up! I am talking about his pocket sword, okay? Crap, even that sounds rude!
He could only stand in one place, as he had to protect Ice’s back, but Max looked liked he could use that sword with great skill, creating what looked like a mini-egg-type shield by moving the blade about to dynamic points in front of him. Amy was mega impressed, as she had only seen this sort of move in Anime films and normally with a cute little talking pig nearby offering advice.
She was impressed, and not just because he was her boyfriend. Just as she was thinking that she could sit this fight out (as there is no way I can match that sort of fighting), the whole scenario just went up crap creek as Ice reached her limit and dropped to her knees. Max stepped back to stand over her. He is good! Heck, he is very good! He still kept them all back, moving his fancy swordplay, but it could only be defensive, and he was very limited to what damage he could do though their armor.
He could get away with a good leap over them, but Amy knew he would not leave them. Besides, it was hot wired into every vampire that only food runs. As a vampire, only the best live; you fight and win, or you fight and die.
He was holding back five fully armored opponents to protect his sister. OMG, I really love him! The opponents were also limited in what they could do, as they did look to want to damage the three vampires.
Amy start to boi
l, which for someone who was always cold was a change. She expected that it was mostly from the rash from the silver-causing acne. Her inner vamp was almost wetting herself, wanting to get in on the action (which I hope she doesn’t do as she is sharing my body).
Everyone was ignoring Amy; she felt like she had just been tagged and bagged, ready for some breeding program. Her inner vamp tried to push her to one side, but Amy refused to let her take over. Instead, she somehow pulled her into herself without stepping out, and something strange happened.
It was very disorientating but at the same time energizing. There was the sound of those net guns going off, and without Ice, poor Max could only knock the first one away as the second and third covered him. He was down; two of the armored males moved towards him. One hit him over the head with a club-like thing, while the other, which was holding a sword, moved to obviously finish him off.
Now stretch your imagination to think of me as butterfly tearing herself out of her silver chrysalis; if anyone was hoping for a pretty fairy-like exit, then think again. You have heard the saying ‘bat out of hell?’ I may not have wings, but no one has mentioned this to my inner vamp, who was now fighting Amy for control of her body as she sailed through the air. Okay, half of me knows I have sprung into the air and zeroed my mass to reach my target, while the other half of me knows I am flapping two very nice, blood red and jet black wings. And I know they do not exist or I would never ever get a t-shirt to fit, let alone a bra. But if they do not exist, how do I know they are black and red and that my body is covered in a short fur of the same two colors? It may be a frigging illusion or me just going mad, but heck! In short fur I do look so cool.
More by luck than judgement, Amy landed on the shoulders of the male with the sword, which must have freaked him out as he dropped it and tried to pull her off. Yes, I did say pull me off and not lift or throw me off, as I have perched on him, sinking my foot claws deep into the shoulder armor resin. With bended knees and a straight back, Amy followed her aunt’s instructions on lifting without causing back pain. The neck bands of his helm buckled and snapped as she pulled. The only thing different today was that Amy did not have several books on her head to correct her posture. No, what I have instead is the illusion of two frigging large, blood red bat-like wings flapping to help me keep my balance!
Without the helm, his scent hits Amy, and she knew what he was under the armor. She screamed out so Ice could hear her. “They are only turnlings!”
Well, humans have racism, so why can’t we be specie-ist? A lot of vampires were against the whole idea of turning humans. And as to them being used to attack full-bloods? Well, how would a human react to the idea of being savaged by a Jello sandwich?
If nothing else, it reactivated Ice. Well, of course it would. The shame of being taken down by a turned human would be something that she could never live down at the tournaments. She may have been near exhaustion after her fancy egg trick, but she now leaped onto the shoulder of the one that had hit Max over the head with a chunk of wood.
She was magnificent in pale blue and white fur. Oh CRAP! Amy either had full silver poisoning or her inner vamp had picked a frigging dumb time to show her the world in full-color blood memory images with surround sound.
At this point, she thought the turnling she was fighting had died, as unbeknownst to Amy, her inner vamp had uses the same helm-removing technique on his head as she did on his helm. Perhaps it was only a wild guess at him being dead for a second time, but Amy was now covered in his blood, and she saw his body fall to the ground minus a head, which she thought was the sort of clue one should not ignore.
She heard a whoop of joy coming from Ice, who had done the same with the other turnling and was now acting as if she had just fought her way though bargain hunters to grab a pair of shoes just her size.
At last, the fight was going their way, and with more numbers, Amy thought that they could turn this into a victory for female vampire power. In fact, we may even get some good pictures to go up on our Fangbook pages.
Then the crap hit the fan as the vamp that was just standing watching the fighting removed his helm. His scent hit the full-bloods like a lemon-scented wetwipe wrapped around a lump of granite. It no longer mattered that there were only a few of them left. We have lost!
Amy’s inner vamp took a vacation as she found herself thrown hard against a tombstone, and he had not even moved! He must have, she thought. Either that or he can brush me away with a flick of his fingers, which is impossible. She saw that Ice also received the same treatment and was lying stunned on the ground.
Without the helm, Amy now knew that he was an old male and a very full frigging vampire with a capital V. I must have said before, but males give off a kinda musk so you know how high up they are in the pecking order, and this one comes on the level called T Rex. She tried to stand, but her legs give way. She slumped back to the ground and watched him walk over to where Ice lay in a heap and lift her by her hair to bring her up to his eye level.
Sominus
Sominus took a bite from Ice’s neck and licked his lips. He then ripped off her modesty amulet and dropped her back to the ground without even bothering to seal her neck wounds.
“What is this, a little snow maiden? Well, after tonight you can forget about the maiden part or ever seeing the cold outside world again. We will have you de-fanged and de-clawed, season enriched and carrying a child within a week.”
“I don’t know what you think this little toy you wear is: so very clever of your nest to have nice amulets made for the most valuable breeders. Of course, it is nothing more than a female tracker to keep the best chained to the nest, and it made you so easy to find by us. Without this, you are considered renegade, and a runaway from your birth nest is collectible.”
There were no smouldering fingers, more just a puff of smoke as it imploded in the palm of his hand
“As I said, what we have found is a valuable renegade or runaway, and we are fully in our rights to rescue you.”
His image blurred, and he was now in front of Amy. He removed and crushed her amulet as he sunk his teeth into her.
“Now, you are what we are after! We have waited a long time to locate the likes of you, little Salamander! Young, pre pupae and weak: no need for you to worry about the chill of the outside any more, little fire child! Just like your cold girlfriend, I will find some nice, warm breeding chambers for you to be brought into heat.”
A human may have slapped him, but Amy wasn’t and so she didn’t do the girly stuff. Instead, she landed her fist as hard as she could on his nose. For her efforts, she just got pissed off, as he did not even seem to notice it. To make things worse, he laughed and gently patted her head!
“Relax, little one, and stay relaxed until we have need of your body later.”
As Amy felt her body go limp, he handed her over to one of the males, who without effort threw her over a shoulder. It was a fancy verbal command, and she was helpless. This was so not fair! Males and their idea that they could use it anytime they wanted. She was not going to end up in some vampire harem discussing knitting patterned for baby clothes. She could even feel her mind start to go fluffy as it also relaxed. Amy could only guess that Ice was being treated the same, as she had no energy to look about. She guessed that Max would be killed now or taken as some sort of hostage in case their nest members came after them.
A-Me
A-Me slid back in. She did not know what the powerful male had done to her other self, but he would pay for it. And as for giving her a child, it would be the last thing he would ever do with his male parts. After mating, all males were weaker and vulnerable, and this ugly male would have his male parts inside her a second time: very deep inside her, as she digested them. As to making noises to frighten her body sister, well, let him try that again when he was missing his throat.
“I am here, mistress, and I have brought with me the ones you requested. I await your command, mistress.”
A change of
plans: as A-Me passed on picture images to her creature and collected information on what was going to happen, she commanded her turned pet to stay clear as she sprung off the shoulders of the male mule she was riding, scratching his face with her foot claws at the same time.
Bambi was the only one to see her mistress spread her wonderful wings, powerful blood red wings, and leap high to drop down on the largest male in the group. No fancy voice commands could or would stop her mistress. She watched as the male obtained a very pretty head covering of red and black fur along with 20 sharp claws and teeth that would make a saber-toothed tiger jealous, and she was showing them up close and personally to the fur hat wearer.
Mooning at the church
Amy now found that she was back in the fight, as all fatigue had vanished from her body. With a flip in the air, she landed on the big male’s shoulders and thought that perhaps she was the only one to notice as she lashed out with every sharp part of her anatomy. She now felt what her inner vamp knew; with a shimmering in the air, help was arriving! She may have taken this brute by surprise, but all Amy could really do was take his attention away from the arrivals (and hopefully at least bite off an ear to make him pay for the crass comments he had made).
“If you can possibly stop playing with children and spare me a moment or two, I would be much obliged.”
Vampires (as Amy had said like a million times now) were 90% all about style, along with looking and acting the part and a passion for the red stuff. The remaining 10% was left for the claws, fangs and mental attitude of a mass murderer on acid.
The arrival was none other than Valerius, and at his feet were the bodies of three now ex-surviving attackers. One was missing his head, and the other two had large holes in their chests. From the stained arms of Valerius’ jacket, it looked like he had just punched a hole through their ribcages, which with them wearing the fancy armor should have been impossible. I must remember not to piss him off in the future, Amy thought.