Fatal Attraction (gxg) lesbian

A Siren's Call

    I woke up the next day to find my bed empty, and a tray of food on the bedside table with a note that read:

    Annabelle, you've been asleep for a whole day, please eat something.

--xoxo, Stella

    I groaned loudly, feeling weak as I got into a sitting position.

    Stupid vampire with her stupid neat cursive writing and her stupid hugs and kisses.

    I lifted the lid of the tray of food and noticed it wasn't breakfast, it was lasagna. I found another note on the fork that read:

    I know you like lasagna, so eat up.

    How does she know I like lasagna? I thought. Stupid creepy stalker vampire! Why does she have to be so annoyingly good looking?

    Then I remembered our little make-out session from the day before and felt my face heat up. I stared at the food, pondering whether to eat and be eaten or go on a hunger strike, but then my stomach growled on cue.

    "Oh, f**k it," I said as I grabbed the fork and ate my lasagna sloppily.

    When I was done, I laid back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, until I heard muffled shouting coming from outside the room. I made my way to the door, and pressed my ear to it, eavesdropping.

    "Did you have to bite her right away?! Jesus, Stella you could've killed her!" I heard a male say.

    "She's alive isn't she?" A voice I recognized as Stella's replied.

    "Barely! You knocked her out cold! I mean, are you out of your mind?! She's a f*****g siren Stella, a SI-REN," he pronounced the word in syllables as if he were talking to a child, "You more than anyone know that if you want to feed from a siren, you draw its blood, and drink it from the blood bag, somewhere far away from it so you don't get the impulse to go back for more. You don't bite the siren!"

    "Calm down, Jace, I, unlike other people, have excellent self-control."

    He laughed coldly, "Yeah, that explains why you bit her," He replied sarcastically.

    "You know what, I have nothing to explain to you. She's fine and that's all you need to know."

    "Stella... you do know she's mine right? If you bite her again I swear, I'll--"

    "You'll what?" She cut him off, her voice full of anger.

    "Nothing, my dearest sister. Now, go check on that... thing... already."

    "She's not a thing." I heard her say, softly this time.

    "Oh my, Stella, are we getting attached to the little bugger? I'm sure going to have fun with this."

    I heard a menacing growl, and the sound of steps drawing nearer.

    "Crap, crap, crap, crap," I muttered under my breath as I ran over to the bed and got under the covers.

    I heard the door slam shut, and a loud grunt, I could imagine her pulling her hair in frustration.

She then sighed and said, "All right, get up Annabelle, I know you're awake."

    I sat up and gave her a sheepish smile, "Morning."

    "More like afternoon," She said as she sat on the bed, "So... how much of that did you hear?"

    I tried to play dumb, "What are you talking about?"

    "I know you were eavesdropping," she said as she looked at me pointedly.

    I put my arms up in mock surrender, "All right, all right. I heard you arguing with someone."

    "My brother."

    "Huh," I said, "So what exactly is a siren?"

    "Oh crap, you heard that?"

    I nodded.

    "It's... complicated."

    "Too bad, 'cause you're explaining it to me now," I patted the spot on the bed next to me.

    She laughed at this and said, "You think you can order me around? You clearly don't know who you're talking to."

    "I'm talking to the annoying vampire who bit me."

    She raised her eyebrows and said, "You didn't find me annoying yesterday."

    I instantly blushed and looked away from her, "That was... I was high."

    "Yeah, I'm sure that's the reason why you jumped me," She said. Sarcasm practically dripped from her words.

    "Yeah, sorry about that. Momentary insanity, you know? Stockholm Syndrome," I added.

    The annoying vampire simply laughed and shook her head.

    "Look, Stella, could you please tell me? I mean, I don't want to get you into more trouble, but... I'm confused... and... scared." I said the last words barely under the frequency of a whisper, hoping she wouldn't hear.

    Her smirk disappeared and was replaced with what looked like remorse.

    She sighed and moved closer to me, wrapping an arm around me protectively. My body reacted before my mind could process what was going on, and I snuggled my head into her chest, hugging her tightly, feeling safe in her arms. I then thought about the only other pair of arms that could make me feel that way, Gabriel's, and felt tears build up in my eyes. Flashes of our life together clouded my mind, and were followed by thoughts of my friends, my crazy little redhead, Angie, and my family. Before I knew it, I was shaking in Stella's arms, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

    "Please don't cry," She said as she rocked me back and forth in her arms, hugging me tightly and kissing the top of my head.

    I lifted my head up to look at her, confused at this act of kindness, and she wiped a tear away from my cheek. 

    "Your eyes look really pretty when you're crying," she said absentmindedly. I recognized the all-too-familiar phrase that my mother used to say when she saw me cry, and broke down into sobs, burying my face in her neck, "Shhhh," She shushed me and hugged me tightly, "Please stop, you're killing me."

     I lifted my head up and frowned at her. "Why do you even care?" I said, putting as much venom into my words as I could.

    Her eyebrows furrowed like she was asking herself the same thing, "I don't know," She said softly, "I just do." Then she placed a chaste kiss on my lips, closed her eyes and put her forehead against mine. My breath hitched when she kissed me, and my heart sped up at her sudden proximity. Yet, somehow, the familiarity of this intimate act didn't strike me as odd or uncomfortable. It only left me with a sense of deja-vu that vanished as the fog I'd felt around my thoughts since I'd woken up in this place slowly increased.

    She opened her eyes and smiled warmly at me, turning my insides into mush. She then wiped the remaining tears off my face, her forehead still against mine, her big, grayish-blue eyes boring into mine, and her lips inches away from mine.

    My heart felt like it was going to burst, my stomach was twisting and turning, and my lips were tingling with anticipation. I tried to fight the feeling, I really did, but it was like fighting a magnetic pull between us. I closed my eyes and ran one hand through her silky hair, settling it at the back of her neck, and pulling her closer to me.

    She kissed me ever-so-softly as I drifted up to cloud nine, my sadness replaced by bliss. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me to her, and my body responded with a sudden feeling of warmth at our bodies being pressed together.

    We fell back into the bed, lying on our sides, and she pulled away, placing a soft kiss on my forehead, arms still wrapped around me. She pulled me closer to her and I placed my head on the nook on her neck, in the same position I had fallen asleep the day before. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling that came with being so close to her, hugging her body against mine, and inhaling her intoxicating scent.

    After a few moments, she sighed, "So... You wanted to know what a siren was," her velvety voice was enthralling and she was making no move to push me away from her.

    I simply nodded, unable to speak.

    "Um... have you ever watched that movie, Twilight?" She laughed, "Such a crappy movie," She said under her breath.

   I nodded again.

    "Did you read the books?"

    I managed to mumble an, "Mhm."

    "Well, you know how they explain the way Edward feels when he's around Bella? How her smell is irresistible to him. I believe they call it a singer there, la tua cantante, that's what the Volturi tells Edward. It means your singer. It's a person whose smell stands out over all the others'. And, well... it's true. It tends to drive us vampires crazy. The only difference is, in the story, each vampire has a different singer, in real life, a singer is a singer, and all vampires react to the same singer.

    We call it a singer when it's mild, when it's annoying, but bearable. A siren when it's really bad. Only a handful of vampires have the amount of self-control needed to stand before a siren without killing it.

    She sighed, "You're a siren, Annabelle."

    My breath hitched, and my heart started beating faster, except this time it was from fear, "Why," I stammered, "Why a siren? I-- I thought that was some kind of bird-woman, or a mermaid."

    "It is. In Greek mythology a siren is a mermaid-like creature whose enchanting music lures sailors to their deaths. Sometimes they are portrayed with wings, but what identifies them is their song. It lures people in, almost like hypnotizing them. That's what your smell is like, Annabelle. So alluring and irresistible, most vampire sailors would be drawn to you, hypnotized. The smell of your blood is like a siren's call."

    "Except they wouldn't be lured to their deaths, they'd be lured to my death," I said.

    "Something like that," She replied nonchalantly.

    "Is that why you kidnapped me?"

    "Yes. You see, singers and sirens are very useful, their blood is much stronger, and thus makes us much stronger, and the peculiar thing is that if a siren were to be turned into a vampire, it would have some sort of ability, a superpower you might call it. If a vampire drains a siren to death, he or she gains this ability, so it is important that we keep you from falling into the wrong hands."

    I took a deep breath, "Well... s**t," I said, rolling away from her so I could lie on the bed beside her, "Can't I turn it off? The... siren thing."

    "I'm afraid not."

    "So... why aren't you killing me right now?"

    "I'm stronger than the average vampire. I used to be a siren once myself," She laughed bitterly, "But that was a long time ago."

    "Really?" I turned to her, "So... what's your superpower, seducing people to death?"

    She burst out laughing, "Oh... God, no... It's not that," She said between laughs.

    "Teleportation?"

    "No, I just move too fast for the human eye, any vampire can do that."

    "Hypnosis, which you use to seduce people to death?"

    She laughed again, "No, Annabelle, it has nothing to do with seduction. That's just you being attracted to me because I'm a vampire. It's a method of catching our prey, my smell is alluring like yours, even though I've never had a human practically jump me, let alone try to kiss me or anything, they just feel the need to be near me."

    I narrowed my eyes at her, "I knew you were doing something to me you sneaky vampire, and here I was thinking I was gay."

    "You are gay."

    I gasped, "Am not!"

    "Then why did you kiss me?"

    "You just said it! I... you... your smell lured me in!"

    "I never said it causes s****l impulses."

    "Oh, shut up, yes it does. Anyway, why did you kiss me?"

    "I'm bisexual. Most vampires as old as me are. Do you have any idea how boring s*x with the same gender gets over time? Not that s*x is ever boring, but--"

    "Oh, will you quit talking about s*x!"

    "Did you know Sigmund Freud, the father of psycho analysis, said that humans are naturally bisexual, it's society that pushes them toward a certain s*x. Well, it's true. When you become a vampire, you become more in touch with your spirit, and spirits are bisexual, or maybe more like pansexual because they themselves have no gender."

    "You mean spirits as in souls or dead people?" I asked.

    "Both."

    How would you kno-- " I was about to say 'know', when she cut me off.

    "I see dead people."

    I gasped, "Oh my God, is that your ability?"

    "No, all vampires learn to see dead people over time, as they get more in touch with their spiritual side."

 "Well, I give up! What is your ability?"

    "I'm an empath."

    "And that is? "

    "I absorb and mimic the powers of those around me. I can also know what a siren's ability is even before they turn into a vampire."

    "That is so awesome! Do you know what my power is?"

     She laughed at my excitement, "I think that's enough for today."

    "Aww, come on, tell me, pleaseeee," I pouted at her, and she responded by kissing my bottom lip.

    "You need a change of clothes, and a shower."

    I glared at her, "Are you saying I stink?"

    She smirked, "No, not at all, in fact you smell... edible," She replied, sounding amused.

    She looked at me with a crooked smile, and licked her lips. A shiver ran down my spine, "Don't do that."

    She laughed, "Come on, I'll take you to my room so you can shower."

    "Won't there be other vampires out there?"

    "No, we're in a separate wing, just for people like you."

    "You mean kidnapped people."

    "Singers and sirens."

    "Fine," I started walking towards the door, "Wait, what about your room? Is that in a separate wing too?"

    "Yes, the royal chambers are separate, now come on."

    "Royal what?"

    She suddenly looked like a little kid caught red handed, "Um... Nothing."

    "No, no, you said royal, are you, like... vampire royalty?"

    "Forget I ever said that, now come on."

    "I can't forget it! You said royal chambers!"

    "Fine, I'm a princess. Now drop the subject and follow me."

    I just stood there with my eyes wide open. All of this was too much to take in.

    She waved a hand in front of my face, "Hello? You in there?"

    "Um, yes. Sorry your majesty," I giggled, feeling high around the vampire princess.

    "Oh, quit it! You're not going to let me live this one down are you?"

    "Nope," I said, popping the 'p'.

    She grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room, down a long hallway.

    "Ow, let go of my arm. I am perfectly capable of following you," I protested.

    "Fine, just don't try anything stupid. If you run away, I'll catch you. And don't you dare enter any room, you don't know what you might find there."

    "Okay, okay, jeez, I thought princesses were supposed to be sweet and delicate."

    She glared at me, "I said drop it."

    After a while of walking down that fancy looking hallway, Stella stopped and sighed, "You are awfully slow," She said.

    "Oh, well excuse me for not having the ability to move at the speed of light."

    She turned to me with a maleficent smile, "That gives me an idea."

    Before I could say anything, she picked me up, and I felt a rush as the wind flew past my face. My insides felt weird, as they do when you're in a roller coaster and the car takes that first plunge.

   We stopped in front of a fancy doorway, and she put me down, supporting me so I wouldn't fall from my sudden jelly legs.

    When I regained my composure, I turned to glare at her, a mix of anger and confusion seething within me, "Don't. You. Ever. Do that again."

    "Sorry, I'm a princess, I don't take orders from anyone."

    "Not my princess, you're not the boss of me."

    "I'm afraid that when you're in my castle, I am the boss of you."

    Before I could make a comment about being in a castle, she pushed me inside her room, and if I had been a cartoon, my jaw would have hit the ground. It was amazing. It was huge, and exquisitely decorated, with a huge bed on the back, and a huge flat screen TV in front of the bed, it looked strangely hip and modern, not at all what I would have expected from an old vampire.

    "The bathroom is over there. Use the shower, not the Jacuzzi."

    When I walked into the bathroom, I was even more amazed than when I saw her room.

    There was a huge Jacuzzi right next to a window with a wonderful view. From what I saw, we must've been at least in a fifth floor, and there were no houses anywhere near the castle, just grassland. There was even a waterproof flat screen in front of the Jacuzzi. On the other side of the bathroom were a granite counter with three sinks, and a walk-in glass shower.

    I stripped down, and stepped into the shower, realizing when I turned the water on, that this was one of those showers that shoots water from all sides. 

    And, boy, did this girl have all sorts of body washes and hair products. 

    I picked a lavender scented body wash, and the first shampoo and conditioner I saw. I didn't really have to worry much about my hair, it was easy to manage, and dried straight. When I was done, I walked out to see some clothes hanging from a hook on the door.

        They were simple skinny jeans and a cute top, with a pair of pretty sandals. She had left a hairbrush on the sink, and a toothbrush with a note that read, "They're both yours."

    I brushed my teeth and my hair, feeling refreshed as I walked out of the bathroom. I found Stella sitting on a modern looking leather sofa, watching TV. I laughed when I realized she was watching 'That 70's Show'.

    "Ashton Kutcher is so cute in that show," I said.

    "Oh yeah, he's a vampire," She replied as if she were saying the most normal thing in the world.

    "What?!"

    "Come on, seriously, haven't you ever realized he doesn't age?"

    "Oh my God, you're right. He always looks the same."

    "Exactly," She replied.

    "So what is he going to do when people start noticing he won't get older?"

    "Wear make-up, or fake his own death, like Heath Ledger."

    "Heath Ledger is a vampire?! And he's alive?!"

    She turned to me and smirked, "Oh, yeah, I dated him once, before he was famous."

    "Bullcrap."

    "No, it's true, I swear."

    At that moment I didn't care about being kidnapped for some strange reason, only talking to this mysterious vampire girl, "OHMYGOODNESS! Is he a good kisser?"

    She laughed, "I guess. Not as good as you though."

    My face must have looked like a tomato at that point.

    She giggled, "You look cute when you blush. And you look even better in my pants, no pun intended."

    I narrowed my eyes at her, "Ha-ha. You're too funny." I said sarcastically. I then took a deep breath, "So..." I said, "Before, when I heard you arguing with your brother, he um-- "

    "He said you were his." She finished for me, visibly tense.

    "Yes. What did he mean by that?"

    "He was sort of the one who found you, so he claimed you as his. He wants you to be his, um, human consort."

    She noticed my clear confusion and said, "Blood donor, basically."

    I widened my eyes in horror, "And what if I don't want to?"

    "I'm afraid you have no choice." She said softly, looking like she genuinely felt bad for me.

    I plopped myself down on the sofa next to her and rested my head on her lap, "What if I'd rather be yours?" I said softly.

    She looked at me strangely, almost with awe, "I guess we could do something about that." She said as she moved me away from her lap, pinning me down so I was lying on the sofa under her.

    "Please," I was slightly out of breath because her body was pressed to mine.

    She started kissing my neck, and I sighed as she placed feather kisses along my jaw, working her way up to my mouth. I happily kissed her back, even smiling against her lips, she responded by softly biting my bottom lip, and then deepening the kiss. As the kiss became more passionate, I slipped my hands under her shirt, and stroked the soft skin of her back. 

    She did the same, slipping one hand under my shirt so she was stroking my stomach. Her lips left mine, and I moaned softly as she kissed her way down my neck, drawing nearer to my chest. When I realized her hands were moving up my backside to unlatch my bra, I arched my back to make it easier for her, but as she was about to do it, we heard the door slam open.

    "What the hell are you doing?!" It was the same male voice from before.

    I looked up to see the handsome guy from the bar, except his eyes were now dark, almost black, and his face was contorted in an expression of pure anger. Stella stood up in a millisecond, and moved to stand in front of him, blocking him from my view.

    "Jace-- " She started, but was interrupted by a slap across her face. I flinched at the same time as she did, and my fists clenched in anger.

    "Have you lost you damn mind, Stella?!" He said.

    She didn't move or say anything.

    Jace walked past her, moving over to me. I was now sitting on the sofa, glaring at him, mad because he had hit Stella. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up roughly, making me stand up, and then backed me up against a wall, I grunted in pain.

    "Leave her out of this, it's not her fault," Stella pleaded from behind him.

    "No. If she's going to cause trouble, I might as well get rid of her now. You know what we do about liabilities, Stella. And who knows, maybe killing her right in front of you will teach you a lesson."

    I looked at her over Jace's shoulder, and noticed she had clenched her fists, and her eyes were darkening, her fangs popping out. "Don't you dare touch her."

    Before I knew it, Jace was flung across the room, hitting the wall on the other side, and hanging a couple of feet in the air, floating, and grabbing at his neck.

    "Put... Me... Down...Stella," He said between breaths, then I realized she must have been choking him with her mind, because she hadn't moved a muscle except for when she turned to face him.

    I carefully moved over to her and wrapped my arms around her from behind. Her body was shaking with anger, and I hugged her tighter in an attempt to calm her down, "Calm down, don't kill him," I said, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. She turned to look at me and her pitch-black irises dialed down to a navy blue. She took a sharp intake of breath and slowly unclenched her fists. Jace hit the ground with a thud. The raw anger in her eyes would haunt me for a couple of hours, if not days.

    There was an awkward silence as they seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes, the tension palpable in the air.

    He finally sighed and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm taking her with me, she's making you act irrationally." He was standing before me in a millisecond, grabbing my arm and dragging me towards the door.

    I turned to look at Stella, but she turned her face away from me, "Stella?" I said softly.

    "Just go," She replied angrily.

    I never knew two simple words could hurt so much, I felt betrayed, and then angry. My mouth formed a tight line but I didn't say anything. I just walked away.