Vampire

Chapter 2 What the Heck?-3

She could not place why she thought she looked different. It was a silly thought; I look as normal as ever. My coat of short fur is neat, well-groomed and of a nice black and red coloring. I am young and strong and in good condition to breed, but just why is the male in front of me ignoring me? I am in perfect condition; couldn’t he see how my wings trembled with my need for him?

“Your blood did not taste like I expected; you must be from some strange barbaric nest that threw you out to die due to your abnormalities. Your blood is little too old to be normal: a throwback of some sort, which perhaps could account for being able to live without blood for so long. It is unheard of; just how you have lasted so long without rotting away is beyond me. There are lots of unanswered questions: no master, no family, no brands or other ownership marking, very odd blood. Why, it would be a kindness to kill you right now to put you out of your misery. Would you like me to put you out of your misery, little Hell Cat?”

Amy mentally put the popcorn down, took control and looked up at him. Was he now threatening her? Confusion was turning to anger; she wanted to lash out at the world in general and at him in particular. Something was wrong. I don’t like being frightened, but I do angry even less well. The world was pink-looking and not doing what it should be doing. It was wrong. Amy was wrong, and he was wrong, and she could barely keep her claws sheathed as she let rip.

“Stop trying to freak me out, you weirdo! Shut up with the talking. Do you get some sort of kick out of messing with my mind? Stop messing with my minds! We can’t think straight. You are no better than the man you killed that was attacking me!”

“Stripping me naked when unconscious just to see girly vamp marks? Crap! Like you couldn’t have asked!? You are just another pervert! And for God’s sake, stop flapping those silly black bat wings up and down! I know they are not real but just more mind tricks, as I can see it’s an illusion, as one just passed through the wall!”

My minds were upset and confused, and yes, I did say minds! Amy was feeling mega odd and seemed to be one of two people sharing the same body. They were both pissed off for different reasons.

She now had her claws out again: not long nails but claws; you painted long nails, but the only color claws became was red. I knew I was fit and fast and with teeth that could crack bones! But claws were also good, and I had lots of them. The vampire films loved to show naked female vampires with long nails on each finger, but you did not have to be naked nor did you have to have foot-long nails to be a vampire. Amy’s claws were nicely feminine, so when extended they were short: no more than an inch or so. But they were strong: very strong (worrying about breaking a nail had never been a problem) and very sharp.

Amy kicked off her trainers, and two more sets of claws extended. She had often thought of them as cat claws but not the sort of pet cat that would sharpen them on the furniture. No, these were more of the type that would stay sharp even after ripping down a tree.

He was talking again, but Amy could not make out what he was saying, as she had once again stepped to one side. He must be playing some vampire mind-control trick on me! Well, I won’t have it!

He is such an odd male to want to play so much. Amy watched him lay his jacket on the ground…What is a jacket? A soft and warm thing? Now she understood; he wanted her to lie on it; why all the talk? and ….do I have a name? What the heck is a name?

She knew that she used to have a name: something to mean “me.” Yes, of course I do, so obvious it slipped my mind. That is it; I’m me. I’m a-me. I’m an A-Me, but that does not matter now. Names did not matter anymore. The nest the male had made was calling her. She did not have anything to add, so like the male she removed her outer covering and rolled it up like a pillow, placing it just above the jacket. She then folded her wings, got into a comfortable mating position on his nest, and waited.

“Take control of yourself, female. You are far too young to be in heat, and my actions are not what you think, Now get up. I promise I will not kill you, but neither am I interested in you for that, so get up, and for pity’s sake, get some control of that body! You are acting like…….”

At last he is joining me, but why is he still talking? Males are so stupid at times; we have long passed the courting stage. He had tasted her blood and carefully examined her whole body to check if she was in peak condition to breed. Oh yes! I am in perfect breeding condition, so now it is my turn to make the demands.

He was standing over her, wasting time with words, so she reached up with a hand and locked her claws around what she wanted. The silly male tried to move away, so she hissed and tightened her grip. Males may be so much stronger than females, but this one needs to know that I am now ready, and my claws will stay where they are until he is prepared to satisfy me; either that or he will never pleasure another female ever again.

Lying down next to her, he began to stroke her fur and make nice noises as she tried to wriggle out of some sort of coverings that were going to get in the way of their coupling.

Amy