Freshman Blood: Dhampir Dylan

One - Freshman Blood

One:

“Jax, you’re going to make us late for orientation.”

I called out to my sort-of sister, Jax Aubrey. We had very different parents, and despite only possessing a single drop of Aubrey blood myself, I was still one of them—vampyr royalty.

“Relax, geeze, it’s not as if classes start today, besides, my guest wanted to christen the bathroom while we’re here.”

Jax’s blue-green mixed gaze was filled with levity, as she winged her brows suggestively to me. I scoffed, and murmured, “You’d almost think it was your father who was the world-class p*****t!”

I murmured, seeing as I am more demi-s****l, and only inclined to s*x when I am emotionally connected. What’s more, unlike my bio mom, I’m neither bi nor straight, just a regular lesbian. Jax, well she’s possibly the only straight member of her family, aside from Abigale Aubrey, the current Queen of North American Vampyrs.

“Wouldn’t know how much of a perve my dad was, since he’s dead.”

Jax said in a morose tone, and then she closed the bathroom door. I could feel the lust and masculine need rising as she was climbing into the shower.

Closing my eyes and swearing in a string to myself, I forced the thoughts and feelings of this small apartment out of my mind. I’m an empath, as much as I am anything. My species is rather unique, so no one knows if my psychic powers are due to my being a dhampir, or because my bio mom is also psychic.

“Sometimes I wish I could just spay her and get it over with!”

I murmured to myself, as I tried to refocus on unpacking my belongings. In all their infinite wisdom, the Magiks University of New Orleans chose to room the vampyr princesses together. Jax and I were like twins, but we are also as different as two sisters can possibly be. She’s not only nineteen going on s*x in the City legendary s****l conquest, but an extreme extrovert as well. Me, well, I am just Dylan. I am what the old peeps referred to as “emo.” A concept from the dino-days of cable internet, and bad guyliner bands—not that I mind the guyliner personally. Back before the days of Vibe Wave holo net, and instant communication across three dimensions.

“Dylan, you forgot some of your clothes.”

My father surprised me, standing in the door of my small apartment on campus, holding two full chests, one tucked under each arm. My father, Olaf—no last name—was Mavis Aubrey’s best friend.

“Dad, those are the clothes I intended to leave at home, since you know, I could still go home and put them on.”

I said, giving him an insightful look. His long white-blonde hair was pulled into a high pony tail few men could pull off and still look as masculine and deadly as my father. While I was about five-ten, my dad towered over me by three-quarters of a foot.

Jax giggled, and moaned, and I huffed a deep breath.

“She’s Skyping with her friends.”

I grinned sheepishly, and my father huffed and rolled his eyes at me.

“Aye, and that’s not the smell of s*x my nose doth detect?”

Dad asked me incredulously, and I shrugged, and said, “Hey, it’s her business who she does it with, and where. Or are you trying to tell me your entire life is all a lie?”

I challenged my father, and he looked at me and murmured, “Yer too bloody sharp fer yer own good, lass. No, this is not to do with freedom. It’s a matter of masculine pride!”

My father flung the bathroom open, and Jax yipped, and said, “Oh, hi Uncle Olaf!”

Dad grinned feral-like at my sister and said, “Don’t ye ‘hi Uncle Olaf’ me, what’s this? Come on then lad, before I rip yer bloody spine out yer arse.”

Dad grabbed the naked six-one man by the ear, and he flailed and protested, as my dad led him to the door.

“Yer lucky this is school property, or no one would ever find the bloody body!”

My father called after him, as the young sanguinar guy ran at his top speed.

Jax gave me a baleful glare, even as she played her favorite game, where did I leave my knickers. I’m not slut shaming my sister, just slightly annoyed her s****l escapades encroach on my emotional state so frequently. Jaxie is just not very cognizant of my empathic powers, at least as far as it pertains to her male conquests.

“Jax, you’re lucky I’m not in the mood to be ripped to pieces by yer feckin’ mum! Or else I might feel the need to inform her what yer into.”

Jax grinned a feral-looking grin at dad.

“Uncle Olaf, my mother knows me pretty well. She’s not one to tell me how to live my life over eighteen. Besides, what’s the harm in a bit of fun? Not like I need to worry about getting pregnant for a few centuries.”

Dad murmured, “You sound just like her…”

He murmured to himself, as he seemed to look into some far-flung distant time and space. There was little question who the “she” he was referring to was, since we all knew who Mavis Aubrey spent most of her immortal life palling with.

“Yeah, I absa don’t need to hear about musty granny’s s*x life. I mean coffin dust covering and all, gross!”

Jax exclaimed to dad, who looked offended on Mavis’ behalf.

“You would be wise to show more respect to your grandmother. Mavis is the source of all Darkness now.”

Dad said with reverence and a note of longing that even a non-empath could have detected in his tone.

“Dad, can you please just help me get all these clothes into my room?”

I asked, giving him the full weight of my daughterly baby-blues, and batting my lashes at him.

“Damn you, you look so much like yer mum!”

Dad exclaimed, I managed not to let my grin show, but I was glowing on the inside. Mom and dad were not mates, my mom was mated to Aurelia, Hellen, Mavis, and Morgana. Though, Morgana was gone-zo with Mavis.

“Certainly, pumpkin, that doesn’t mean ye’ve managed to shift my attention completely from Jax.”

My father informed me, and I grinned slightly.

“Oh, I don’t think anything could possibly erase the sight of her tiny ass pinned to the bathroom wall.”

I chirped, and Jax huffed and gave me a baleful look.

“Have fun hanging with the relic, sis.”

Jax taunted, as she walked out the door. I threw up my free hand and exclaimed, “We have the opening ceremony, Jax!”

I sighed, and I deflated, as I finally decided to begin hauling my wardrobes to my room. Dad had done me a bigger favor than I would like him to know. I just didn’t feel like moving all my wardrobes from the house to campus. One burden of being a princess, is you have more clothes than you rightly know what to do with.

“I swear, I worry more about that young one, than I do me own flesh and blood child!”

My father mused aloud, as he hefted one of the massive wooden carved wardrobe chests to my bedroom. My furniture was all hand carved darken fae furnishings, all created by Aunt Talia’s carpenters. Jaxie’s other mother, Talia of Winter, is the current reigning Queen of the Darken Fae. We both spend a lot of time submerged in the fae court. Though I am given a bit more room from the politics of court because I am slightly further away from the throne. Despite being a Vampyr, Jax is in the line of succession. Though, many doubt she could master or wield the Winter magiks if she were ever to ascend the throne.

“Thanks dad, I’ll try to orgy it up a bit. Maybe host the entire l***q+ sexy den time in my bedroom.”

Dad narrowed his eyes at me.

“The curse of parenthood. Out of any other girl’s lips, that would be a topic of great interest to me.”

He murmured to himself, and I twitched my nose in disgust.

“Dad, please, don’t make me banish you from this place.”

I said with all the authority of a daughter whose father adored her. My father wasn’t one to take no for an answer or to allow himself to be banished, yet when a tiny late-teen girl threatened him with banishment, he seemed to sulk, but not argue.

“Feel free to banish him if you must.”

Momma Hellen told me, as she strode into the room. I ran to her and wrapped her in a tight hug.

“I was worried you wouldn’t make it home in time for the opening ceremony!”

She hefted a weary sigh and patted my back.

“Oni encroaching on Fairey and Earth from the remains of the shattered world have been dealt with, again.”

Momma Hellen informed me, and I nodded.

“Did you fight any dragons this time, momma?”

I asked, and she smiled wickedly.

“Just one, they seem to be thinning out, or becoming wise to siding with these sycophants.”

Momma was still the Valkyrie Prime, which meant she was constantly on high alert for all manners of post-apocalyptic threats.

“Are you going to be home for a while, momma?”

I asked, and Hellen nodded and said, “Aye, with the school opening, many young Valkyries will be attending. I have taken a part-time job teaching self-defense and physical education.”

I squealed in excitement. Work often pulled momma away from home. Mom, and mother both missed Hellen terribly, and perpetually.

“Have you seen your siblings?”

Hellen asked me, and I shook my head wide.

“Not counting Jax, you mean?”

And I shook it again, as she sniffed.

“Jax always counts, but you know I meant the other pair of mischievous young immortals whom you happen to share Viking vampyr blood with.”

She said, giving Dad a particularly sassy look.

“Liv, and Mark are likely unpacking and getting ready for the opening ceremony.”

I told her, which was likely true, I felt like a bad older sister that I hadn’t gone to check on them yet. I just had so much of my own stuff to attend to before the ceremony tonight.

“They’re in the dorms on the east end of campus, so pretty far from Dylan and Jaxie.”

Dad told Hellen; her eyes looked surprised.

“Whose bright idea was that?!”

Hellen asked, clearly deciding all four of us would prefer to be packed in close to one another. I know me and Jaxie were happy to be further from the others. We too often ended up feeling like we had to police and watch over our exuberant younger siblings.

Liv was sixteen, she was mother’s child. Meaning she was half lycanthrope, and half vampyr. Aurelia Wildriver decided the only man she would allow to “know” her, would be the same one who created her mate’s bio daughter. Some lycans still insist that mother should mate with a Lycan, to create pureblood heirs.

“I’m still slightly amazed Mark and Liv managed to finish high school fast enough to get accepted to the first class of Magiks Uni.”

I mused to momma. Hellen stroked my hair and she seemed to lose herself in the moment.

“You are so grown now. I feel utterly useless to you now.”

I grinned showing my fangs.

“Don’t ever say that momma. Besides, we still have dad to cast off as useless.”

I said, cutting a conspiratorial smirk her way. Dad harrumphed and feigned heart issues.

Momma smirked in return; her eyes so full of love. It wasn’t the typical sitch, but my life is made better by the polyamorous-diverse parentage I was raised amongst. Despite loving my large and diverse family, I was already sure I didn’t have it in me to love multiple partners like my moms do. They never discouraged me, even though part of me feels like I am denying their lifestyle by being true to myself.

“You should go and pick up your siblings, minus Jax. I can imagine she’s going to find her own way.”

Olaf said, it was amusing to me that he was so disturbed by her prolific s*x life. Especially considering dad’s reputation as the world’s oldest playboy.

“Hel forbid Jax wonder into an open bar, again.”

I joked, and my dad looked at me as if suddenly unsure of everything, including us at university. I wasn’t going to be the one to burst his bubble that I was no saint. As we exit the dorm hall, an eager but somewhat plain brunette human greets me.

“Hello, are you all students? I am the RA for this floor. My name’s Bailey.”

She extended her hand towards me, and we shook on it.

“Dylan, and these are two of my parents.”

Bailey’s eyes widened at both me telling her Olaf and Hellen were rents, and my comment about their number.

“How many parents do you have? Everyone only has the one mom and dad.”

She joked, and I grinned and said, “I have five moms and an Olaf.”

I told her, and my dad looked at me mildly sullen I used his given name.

“I’m her father.”

Olaf corrected with great pride in his tone.

“They sure do try to warn ya that immortals aren’t as young as they often appear.”

Bailey commented, and she seemed nice enough, even if she was currently eye humping my dad—absa gross!

“Well, this one’s as old as the driven snow or the dust covering a T-rex fossil.”

I said, grinning sheepishly, and hitching a thumb at my father. He hummed deeply and said, “That’s a rather cruel descriptor of my thousand years of wisdom, my cherished daughter.”

Dad sulked, and I snorted at him and rolled my eyes animatedly.

“Wisdom, is that what they call what occurred with you and mum in Paris all those years ago?”

Dad winced and swore like a sailor.

“Devils, child, who feckin’ told ye about that!? I swore them all to secrecy!”

Dad was seething with feminine betrayal, and I sighed.

“Please, as if we needed to be told. Jax and I just G2’d your history.”

(G2 is Google Two, our Vibe Wave Multidimensional Searching database.)

Olaf growled, “Buggers, I told them not to feckin’ upload those sorted details!”

He whined like an injured child looking for comfort.

“Well, then maybe you should have thought about that before droppin’ trow with the literal population of Paris! Gross dad, you’re lucky there weren’t any STI’s which affected vampyr back then.”

My southern accent was playing up more as I became livelier. Olaf sighed and murmured, “Why do you think it bothers me so bloody much that your sister is always riding the entire populace?!”

He asked me, and I groaned and murmured, “I’m not Jaxie, so how about you save that for uncle-niece bonding time!”

Bailey looked utterly lost in the convolution of my family relationships.

“Your sister, his niece?”

She asked absently, as if she’d stumbled over some proper hillbilies, some of whom had fancy accents.

“Well, technically she’s my niece, but we were born the same day, so we are like sisters.”

I answered, and Bailey hummed as she looked at my father again.

“Are all immortal families this confusing? I thought y’all were mostly the same as humans?”

I huffed, and I scratched absently at my right arm. My dominant left arm was restless, needing to move, to do something with the nervous energy I was experiencing. Even though I was social, I was a bit shy and withdrawn most of the time. I usually left all the huge socializing to Jaxie. Part of me also felt uncomfortable around humans because they were my second largest dietary requirement. Like all vampyr, my dhampir body required blood nourishment to sustain itself. Unlike vampyr, my dhampir balance seemed to make me unable to process anything but human blood. I’d managed to acclimate the droplets of Mavis’s blood into my body, but then again, she was the literal blood goddess.

So, I often find myself uncomfortable around girls I find attractive, because I might need to feed. Blood is complicated enough to get legally now. Being unable to switch to immortal or animal blood like all other blood ingesting species, means I am usually ravenous and tentative about my food source. (Not that I am overly comfortable calling humans my food.)

“Just the ones with five polyamorous lesbians, and a sperm donor father.”

My dad huffed and looked at me as if struck with a physical punch.

“Oye, I’ll have ye know that your mother is bisexual, and I still bed on often!”

I clamped my hands over my ears and made a deeply disgusted noise.

“Thanks for that, dad. I’m certainly going to need therapy now!”

I informed him, and he hummed and grinned wickedly as if accomplishing some monumental achievement. My father was still a brute and a bully when he wanted to be. I love him beyond all logic and reason, but he can be a real jerk sometimes. Especially when I accidentally trample his masculinity—which is aft to happen if you live with the myriad of strong females he does. Our home is like an apex female parade of sorts. That’s without the pair of mothers who each became the Source of Light, and the Source of Darkness, respectively.

“Just doin’ me job of educating ye in s*x ed.”

Dad said, and his was chest puffed out in a perceived note of pride. I gave him a deeply leery expression.

“Well, Dylan, it was a pleasure to meet you, and your family—well part of it anyway.”

Bailey said, and she turned and was off like she heard one of those old-fashioned starting pistols.

“This is great dad; they are all going to think I am a nutter now!”

I said, barrowing the Britannia word from momma, and mum. I still remember my mum, even though Mavis has been gone over eighteen years now. Dhampir memory is perfect, like Mavis’ memory, or perhapse that was part of my gift of receiving her divine blood at birth? A girl could never really tell, given the situation.

“Now, now, you’ve simply laid all your cards out on the table. Besides, you didn’t mumble or fidget much at all!”

Dad pointed out, his eyes so paternal. He often worried about me, because I require human blood, and I am very introverted and shy. My social life mostly included Jax, and my little half-brother and half-sister—though I never thought of them as half of anything. Aurelia Wildriver is my mother as much as she is to Liv and Mark.

“Thanks dad, that’s totally going to help me fit in keenly!”

I sniffed and she grinned at me with another of his obnoxiously cheesy smiles. My father, the cheese factory on two legs!

“Olaf, you can tone back the alpha dad vibes a bit. You’re going to catch more flies in your net than you intend letting your powers hang out as they are presently.”

Momma said to him, and Olaf huffed and rolled his eyes at me.

“I swear, she has the look of you so fiercely when she rolls her eyes like that.”

Hellen mused, and I made offended noises and gave my momma a stern look.

“Don’t compare me to him! He’s like a walking STI poster!”

I said, and my dad put a hand over his chest, as if in pain. His soft gaze no less loving. Though he was often brutish, and extremely embarrassing in public, my daddy loved me beyond all rationality. My moms often joke about how I am the only constant woman in his life—well aside from my bio-mom, apparently. (Still very ick on that one!)

“It’s hard to deny that argument.”

Momma laughed, and dad gave her a cross look.

“Don’t knock it if ye never tried it, precious.”

Dad purred, and I plugged my ears and quickly strode ahead of them.

“That is so not even something I need to hear!”

I exclaimed loudly enough for my entire hall to hear as we walked towards the magiks operated elevator. (According to mother, a lot of magical beings didn’t trust electronic technology.)

“Speak a wee louder precious, you just made yer first public spectacle!”

Dad exclaimed; his fatherly pride was entirely too enthusiastic in his voice for my taste.

“Olaf, stop being an arsehole to our child. She’s never going to live this down if she feels like she’s persona non grata, because of yer crack.”

Momma said, and she looked at me and added, “You’re fine Dylan, ain’t none of these self-absorbed youths going to give half a single feck about yer row with yer da in public. The lads will be too likely tryin’ ta figure out how to jump them bones, possibly some of the girls as well. I wish we’d had university when I was yer age, my dear!”

Momma said, I gagged and rolled my eyes. I had come out to my moms and dad when I was twelve. They all knew I was solely attracted to girls. Dad of course took credit, saying’ his genes were too strong in me, and therefore I loved women as he does. That had put him in the doghouse with my moms for a while—yet he was never sorry.

“I’m sure calling them self-absorbed will help make friends, momma.”

I commented, and she chuckled at me and gave a little flick of her wrist.

“My daughter, these teens are proper sociopaths, still not completely mentally formed.”

I turned and commented, “Then you’re saying I’m a sociopath too, considering my age.”

Hellen rolled her eyes and said, “You’re the oldest eighteen-year-old I’ve ever come across.”

I stuck my tongue out at her, almost as if I was trying to physically rebel against her description of me. Momma gave me a terse look and said, “Now that is rather pedestrian of ye, Dylan. You’re a princess!”

She informed me, as if House Aubrey coat of arms were not branded across my every possession. Heck, it was even embroidered on my undies! (Which told you about how much I went shopping for truly boutique items.)

“How could I forget that I am a princess, when it’s all everyone seems to talk about?”

I asked my momma rhetorically, and she sighed and reached out and touched my spine, stroking my back soothingly. Even though Hellen was the Valkyrie Prime to Odin, and Thor, she was profoundly warm and tender as a parent. I’ve seen her in battle, momma is a winged reaper of souls.

“We only ever wish to impress upon you how special you are, Dylan. You are one of a kind, on so many levels. I just hope you are careful, because many will seek to use your access to the immortal crowns.”

I sighed and said, “Then Jax is the better choice. Since she is in two royal houses more than I am. Hell, I am like one drop of Aubrey, so, low hanging fruit is my name!”

I said, and dad grabbed my elbow and stopped me in my tracks.

“You are as much an Aubrey, as any fecking person throughout history! I know Clare, and Mavis would say so if they were here to do so!”

My father said in an ardent tone. I could detect the notes of wistfulness. He deeply longed to see his old friend again. Without further drama, we all rode the elevator, and it opened to the ground floor. We were off to pick up Liv, and Mark.

I was kind enough to VM them, before we left the building, just to give them a head’s up that Momma and Dad were in toe. (Since it always feels like us against them as teenagers. Even while I attempt to be anything other than a cliché late-teen)