Blood Martinis: The Gypsy Vampire's Curse

Ch. 17 ... A New Wave

Amaya's eyes were becoming dull and lackadaisical. Her body swayed slowly as if she were following a beat, but nothing could be heard. Enecko was trying to keep her alert. Every word out of his mouth was in Basque, but his intent was clearly labeled in the urgent tone, limited silence and sharp punctuation. Still, Amaya was about to pass out.

"Don't growl at me, p***y cat," Vincent said to Kate.

Kate ignored him in favour of examining her chest. In a matter of minutes the hole in it had nearly closed. "I'm going to take a shower," she said.

"Do you want some company?" Vincent asked.

"From you?" she scoffed.

"From all of us," he said, pulling a bottle of whiskey out of a bag on the table and opening it up.

She contemplated it, but only for the briefest of moments. The extreme high was tapering into a sweet fulfilling buzz, where she no longer felt the immediate necessity to rip out Amaya's throat, and she wanted to remain on the high ground of not having killed someone today. "No," she said. "I'll be back once I've cooled off. Do keep them alive." As Kate left, Vincent began to baste the two left with alcohol.

Kate's top was crusted to her skin, and removing it was a challenge. The pain was nearly gone, but her human instincts made her still expecting and weary of it. The water was hot on her fingers, when she ran them through the streams. This shower had an amazing head, that spread the water from one side of the shower to the other. Pulling off her trousers and stepping in, it felt erotically prickly on her back and running down the inside of her thighs. It filled her with warm. It reminded her of the last shower she had. The one after Kilian. Only now she was the one in control. Thinking about it that way made her feel dirty and wrong. So she chose not to think about it. If no one cared for her, she would care only for herself. She didn't want to always be the victim. She let her mind wander to the ways that Kilian had touched her. She rewrote the past and dreamed of fighting back against him, gaining her freedom and using it to imprison him. She would torment him, like he had done to her. Bind his wrists, bite his neck, squeeze his balls in her hand until they popped. She wondered what was inside them and thought about ripping one out to see. He would be in so much pain, and she would humiliate him further. Laugh in his face. Tell him how he'll never see the normalcy in life again, that he'll spend the rest of his in a cage being sodomised by one angry vampire from his farm after another. It would be vengeance and justice. She would let him beg on his hands and knees for her not to give him to them, and then she still would. Justice. Vengeance. So sweet she could almost taste it.

The bathroom door swung open, with Enecko and Amaya standing on the other side. Vincent, with a hand behind each of their backs, pushed them inside. "Let me show you what's on the menu tonight, my dear," he said, standing behind Amaya and slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Kate could smell alcohol fused on top of the sweet smell of Amaya's skin.

"This is wrong," Kate said.

"So wrong," Vincent mocked, moving on to undoing her jeans. "And yet, so... much... fun." He took a drink from the bottle of whiskey, and then poured the rest down Amaya and Enecko's throats.

Licking her lips, Kate opened the floor-length glass shower door, but stayed under the spray of the nozzle.

Vincent finished undressing Amaya and whispered in her ear. Amaya walked into the shower. Less gently, Vincent tugged and pulled at Enecko's clothing, and then his own. The walk in shower room had plenty of space for the four of their naked bodies. Kate's hands slid along the curves of Amaya's body, while Enecko kissed the back of her neck and shoulder. Vincent stared at Kate from behind them, and he caught her eye. "You're healing well," he said, moving between them. He gently pushed her against the wall, so that his head was directly under the nozzle. The wall felt cool on her back, and sent a tingle up her spine. His skin was like a rich walnut and his abs were firm. Water soaked his hair. His eyes were closed, and water ran down his open lips. When he opened his eyes, he caught her staring at them. He pushed himself against her. It felt slick and hard. His warmth amongst the heat of the streams, took her by surprise. A gasp escaped her lips, and he chose that moment to kiss her.

She allowed herself to be pulled into him and swept away in the moment. He pulled away and eased her toward Amaya. Kate leaned into Amaya, pulling her face in and kissing her pouty lips. Underneath the flavour of whiskey, Kate thought she tasted chocolate. Vincent caressed Kate's breasts from behind, and Enecko was pushing himself against his girlfriend's bum, pulling her hips into him as he did. Their movements played out like a dance of passion- swooning and swaying, twisting and tangling - till everyone had been dipped under the streams and warmed by the flow of water and hands across their bodies. Amaya was looking a little weak, but she had her commands, and would follow them until it killed her. Kate pushed her fingers inside of Amaya, and pulled her closer with her free hand. Kissing her lips and tasting her sweetness. Kate was eager to drink from her again, but didn't want the party to end. Amaya was coming close to climaxing, but Kate thought she could still see tears in her eyes... so she stopped looking. "f**k her," she said to Enecko, and so he did, from behind. He positioned himself and plunged himself into her, slowly at first, then painfully and faster. Kate still had her fingers where they didn't belong, and her mouth around Amaya's covering her screams. This is what it feels like, Kate thought, to be in control. Vincent pulled Kate's hair back, bit her neck and redirected her away from Amaya and towards the wall. Straddling her legs out, he found her c**t with his fingers and, rubbing it, placed his thumb inside her to loosen her up. His lips across her back made her tingle, and when he finally pushed himself inside her it felt like pure ecstasy. He pushed and pulled and bounced her against his thighs, reaching deeper and deeper inside of her. Both girls were screaming- Kate in pleasure and Amaya in pain.

But before Kate could climax, Vincent slowed down. "Not yet, darling," he whispered, letting go of Kate and grabbing Amaya's arm. "Taste her," he said.

"I already have," Kate gasped.

"Taste her now," he said, intensifying his rhythm.

Kate bit down into Amaya's wrist and drank as she climaxed. It was a roaring sensation of vibrations and thunderous pleasure. Her thighs were quivering and her head rushed. Amaya knocked over limp, her wrist pulling from Kate's mouth as she fell toward the tiled shower floor. Her head smacked on the tile, and blood began to pool through her hair, mixing and melding with the water, and washing away down the drain.

"Oh, Christ," Kate exclaimed, still a little woozy from the buzz. "What have I done?"

"What you were meant to do," Vincent said.

"No, no, this isn't right," she said. "We have to fix this, she needs a hospital."

"There's only one way to fix that," Vincent said. Kate looked into his eyes, understanding what he meant but not wanting to go there.

"Patch her up and take her to the hospital," Kate said to Enecko. "Tell no one about us. Tell no one what happened here."

"No, stay," Vincent said, putting a hand on Enecko's chest. Enecko looked torn, with two distinctly different directions, he was likely to burst. "Wait a minute before you go," Vincent concluded.

"Please let him go," Kate said.

"I will, but I'm hungry too," Vincent said. With that, Vincent sunk his teeth into Enecko's neck and drank greedily. Enecko, having clearly remembered his earlier instructions, began to scream. Even when Vincent told him to stop, he wouldn't. He continued to hound and cry until Kate, unable to take anymore, told him to be quiet. Then she watched the energy slowly drain from his eyes.

"Stop," she said, when she thought Enecko could take no more. "Stop!" she shouted again, pulling Enecko away from Vincent.

"Fine," said Vincent, "We'll pick up another snack later."

Enecko picked Amaya up, and brought her to the kitchen. Kate helped him bandage her up, and then gave him the keys to the car.

"We need that!" Vincent protested.

"They need it more," she said. Then, turning to Enecko asked, "Where are you going?"

"Hospital de Basurto," he said.

"Good," she said. "Go."

"What a waste," Vincent said.

"We need to pack as well, someone may have heard us," she said.

"No, on the way in I told the front desk to send everyone home," Vincent said. "I thought things might get messy."

"Who was that girl on the phone earlier?" Kate asked.

"No one important," he said.

Kate didn't believe him, but let it slide. They had enough to deal with. After packing what little they had, she insisted they go out shopping. She was starting to get the hang of her new powers, and needed to pick up a few things. At a small clothes boutique she tried on some new threads, told the owner they belonged to her, walked out, and left her tattered ones behind on a hanger. Outside, she saw a man in a red convertible, told him to get out and let her borrow it. Vincent told him to get back in and had a snack on the way to the hairdresser. As Kate was getting her hair and nails done, Vincent was cleaning up. His messes were not her responsibility, she decided. A couple hours later, when she felt sure that Amaya would be out of danger, she made her way to the hospital.

As they arrived, she saw Enecko being carted out by two police officers. He shot her a pleading look, which made her feel awkward. "Do you think that's because of us?" she asked Vincent.

"They probably didn't believe whatever he told them had happened," he responded.

"We should do something," she said.

"Tell them to believe it?" he said. "They have body cameras. We can't lie to those. Leave it alone."

She listened, and they went in to check on Amaya. After speaking to several staff, and convincing them they were family, they found Amaya in the emergency room having just come out of surgery. She looked pale, and the doctor was unsure that she was going to make it.

"She has to," Kate said to Vincent.

"We could turn her," he said.

"Not yet," she said. "I'm not ready for what she'd think of me... or what she'd do to me."

"Yeah, you're probably right," he said. "Best we leave, and leave it."

"No," she said.

"We can hardly wait here for her to wake up," he said. "It could take days. Your boyfriend's brothers are likely to catch up with us."

"Him too," she said.

"About that..." he said. "Your little human friend put him down after he shot you. He might be dead."

"Dead? He can't be dead. I would feel it," she said.

"Not a thing," he said.

"He can't be," she repeated.

"He shot you," Vincent reminded her. "Why do you care?"

"He didn't know. He doesn't know," she said. "I'm still me."

"What part of you?" he asked.

"Every part of me," she said.

"It did not look like that earlier," he said, and she frowned.

"That's different," she said.

"That's a good thing," he said. "You used to be boring. Your apartment was boring, following you was boring, there was nothing to you. Now, you're more. You've blossomed."

"I may have killed someone," she said.

"You thoroughly enjoyed someone," he said.

"I r***d her," she said.

He looked at Amaya, her body lying weak on the bed and said, "Yes, you did."