Vivienne

Faye pulled away quickly and touched the four elongated teeth. “Why do I have fangs, Vivienne?”

Vivienne was still reveling with the electricity of the moment and didn’t realize that the kiss had really ended or that Faye was speaking.  A few more pulses of energy traveled her undead nerves before the raven haired woman stopped shaking and regained control of her senses.  Reluctantly opening her eyes, Vivienne rolled her dreamy blue eyes to focus on the woman she loved. -Just kiss me again.- Her mind rang out before she shook off the thought. “Yes, well.  Let us begin with the first part.”  Vivienne took a step back and pulled Faye from the mattress so that the two were very close once more. “Unwise?” Smiling, she shook her jet back hair, “There was nothing unwise about that, my love.” Running the back of her fingers along Faye’s stained cheek, “I have..never been kissed..with..so much,  Mon amour.”

Faye stood entrapped by the gentle touch on her cheek and leaned forward to resume what the two had been doing just a moment before.  Shyly she took a nibble on her bottom lip and was reminded of the fangs she’d forgotten when Vivienne touched her.

“F-fangs, Vivienne.” The newborn’s voice wavered.

Vivienne cupped Faye’s chin once more and gazed longingly into Faye’s emerald cat-like eyes. -Green?-  The ancient vampire marveled as the green kaleidoscope irises adjusted.  It was only after seeing the red ring taking root that she realized that Faye’s voice cracked both from the embrace and her throat being dry as a desert. “Alas, my darling.  We have nearly an unlimited amount of time, an eternity if you will to lavish each other and answer all the questions that a dazzling mind like yours can ask.”  Taking a step back, Vivienne entwined their hands as one and headed for the kitchen. “I could probably just let you feed from me, as my body would nourish you beyond what you would need for days.”  She turned to look at Faye for a moment and winked. “However..” She paused to give a sentimental purr, “..I used quite a bit when I embraced you on the table and just now with that engaging entanglement.”

“Are you always going to do that to me, Vivienne?”  Faye asked while being tugged along with a grin on her face.

“Am I going to do what, my love?”

“You don’t even know you are doing it.  That is funny.”  Faye paused for a moment as her dry tongue seemed to almost stick to the roof of her mouth. “Why is my throat so dry, it hurts.”

“I have no clue what you are saying I do, love.”  Vivienne lets out a dainty chuckle and keeps heading down the stairs. “Why are most throats dry, my love?  You are thirsty.  We will get to that soon enough.”

“Promises, promises.”  Faye said as she kept letting herself get pulled along.

Upon reaching the kitchen Faye took in the grizzly scene that had unfolded on the heavy wooden table. -Delicious blood- Faye thought to herself as she scanned the scraps of torn and plasma laden clothing hanging off the table and strewn over the floor.  Following the discarded clothes to the tabletop, Faye could tell that the pools of maroon vital liquid formed a female shape identical to her own.  The scent of her own blood hit her nose. -Has your blood always smelled that good?- She questioned herself.  The newborn took a few hesitant steps forward to get a better look where she had been laying.  One large tube of the sanguine syrup lay attached to a mostly empty blood bag that Faye rationalized had been in her arm.  Tracing the outline to its apex, her sight lingered on the spot where her head had been.  Reaching up to her short black and pink streaked hair, Faye felt the hardening clots and looked back to Vivienne. “How…am…”  She breathed in the sweet scent of pooled iron again and felt her throat tighten, “..am I alive?”

Vivienne released her partner's hand and silently padded over to the refrigerator, pulling out the last of her reserve blood and handing it over to Faye. “That should tide you over for now, don’t question until you get your thirst under control.”

Grabbing the thick plastic bag, the Korean woman’s green eyes grew wide and her stomach seemed to purr with anticipation. “Blood?”  Faye belted out in denial and foggy confusion.  

“This is where she learns to hate you, Viv.”  Drake cackled from his corner. “Self discovery sometimes drives a newborn mad.”  

An image formed in Faye’s mind as the band leader spoke.  Her mind pushed back the fog that had been in place since she opened her eyes minutes ago.  Starting with the devilish voice that drilled into the remains of her human mind, she recalled the band leader singing with glee as he exposed his fangs to her.  Torture with every bite.  Her body rippled with each memory revealed.  Her arms, her legs, both of her breasts.  The foul creature didn’t bother drinking at that time, content with just drawing out little goblets of her life force.  When he started tearing her jeans in order to expose her legs, Faye tried to fight back, kicking and screaming not from fear, but disgust.  Flickering each image slowly, her mind replayed his punches to her knees, shattering them.  Unwilling to give up, she’d grabbed and twisted his gory and stringy hair in her hands in an effort to pull the band leader from her inner thigh.  Ending her resistance, he pulled both arms out of socket and bent her arms at the elbow until she remembered the cracking sound of her bones breaking.  Unable to fight any longer, the black-pink haired woman focused on staying alive as his fangs pierced her inner thighs, stealing the blood from her.  

Faye’s memory flashes stopped and replaced clarity with a distant call deep within her.  Dropping the blood bladder, a primal and wild darkness pulsed through the newborn's body.  Feeling the brooding darkness take shape, the newborn took a side step away from the table of carnage to get a clear look at the elder vampire in the far corner. 

 Starting as a tiny rumbling-roar from her chest, Faye emitted a nerve piercing scream at the immovable vampire she despised. 

Changes started and overtook the newborn in a few small stages.  Flexing her fingers, tiger-like claws stretched and expanded until they were curved and sharp enough to render flesh from bone.  Darkness flowed from her mind through her muscles, and pushed out in black sweat forming thick stripes that covered the nude newborn’s form head to toe.  Lastly, the black and pink pigment of her hair faded and became as white as snow, with strands covering part of her striped visage.  The transformation complete, the primal tigress bared her fangs and sprang at her target.

Drake watched as the transformation took place, his own darkness welling up within him. -Finally, after all these years. Eaten.  Alive.- The band leader started screaming and babbling at the same time, “No..no, please..Stop her!  Don’t let them eat me!”  Drake’s mind kept laughing at him. -You can’t move.  You can’t even feel your legs.  Look at all the teeth.  Nibble. Nibble.-  “The..the meeting, Tarsy…Tarsy sent me…Oh my!”  He shut his eyes and refused to watch as the striped vampire landed on him.  Black and inky the darkness spread from his mind punching bits of madness through the elder vampire's skin. -Wait for it, Drake.  Long and sharp, like hundreds of sharks tearing your flesh away.- “P-p-p..pocket, the lett-er, PLEASE!”

Landing squarely on Drake’s knees, Faye’s pounce shattered them. -Pull them out, feel your claws, my little tiger.-  Her inky voice urged.  Vengeance fueled her claws as she pulled his kneecaps out and yanked so that she held both of his lower legs in each claw.

“Faye.”  Vivienne coached from a distance. “Keep saying your name over and over.  Never forget your name.  Tell me your name.”

Draining one of the extremities of blood, she answered. “Faye Park.”

“Keep saying it between each bite, so that Drake hears you.”

Tearing the flesh from the other half leg, the young vampire licked and chewed on his calf muscle, relishing the blood that ran down her dry throat. “Faye Park.”

“Find the letter.  Save the letter.  Tell him your name, my love.  Feast.”

“More.” Faye mumbled as she plunged her claws into both of Drake’s shoulders and tore the flesh away like tissue paper. “Faye Park.”  She watched as his thick coagulated iron ichor started flowing out and over his leather vest. -Make him suffer with your bite, my little tiger.-  The new vampire's dark voice pushed.  Blood ultimately made the decision for her.  Her green eyes flourished as she cupped the oozing stream of blood from the lacerations she’d made.  Dipping her entire mouth into her palms, Faye quickly gulped all she could to coat her throat while the rest drained on her chin, through her fingers, and down her exposed breasts. 

Drops of plasma formed on the tigresses' nipples, tickling her enough that she was reminded of the French doctor she loved standing behind her.  -Oh, little tiger.  We will meet again.-  

The ancient vampire glared at the screaming singer as he begged and pleaded for his undead life. “You should have heeded my warn-” Vivienne had started to repeat her earlier warning when she caught a ripple of muscle from Faye.  Darting her crystalline eyes to her progeny, she witnessed the cute and bloody hand cupping ritual.  Every line of sanguine syrup that trailed through her partner’s fingers seemed to be taunting Vivienne. Its purplish hue spilled over one striped bicep showing its soft hump, then dripping to the floor, the tiny splatters sending the scent of Faye’s bloodlust mixed with the iron and rum from Drake’s own infusion.  Vivienne took an unsteady step towards the kitchen island, holding out her hand to balance herself in the confusion of scents. -Yes, my ancient friend.  Sniff higher.  The table.  That is her’s.  What is left of her humanity clotting before your eyes.- “Cursed beast.”  Vivienne quietly muttered to herself and clutched the granite island, shattering it into small chunks.  Pushing the annoyance of her beast to the back of her mind, Vivienne refocused on the small nude form of her Korean vampire. -Look at what you created, Vivienne!- Her loving mind shouted to her.  The few seconds lost to the beast changed everything.  No longer hunched over her meal like a tiger, Vivienne noted that Faye had settled on her knees and was surgically removing Drake one muscle at a time.  The electric and luscious pulses flowed through Vivienne as she admired the outline of her newborn every time she arched her back.  Momentarily biting softly on her bottom lip, Vivienne wanted nothing more than to reach out and feel the curvature of muscle, down to Faye’s shapely rear.  Scanning over each of the tiger stripes that crossed Faye’s form as she kept dousing herself with blood, Vivienne gleaned a thought. “Tigerlily.  My Tigerlily.”  She said as she let her bottom lip free. “You are a natural, my love.”  Vivienne walked over to the kneeling newborn and pulled the short knotted and clotted hair from her partner's eyes, tying it off with a ribbon of clothing left on the floor.  Getting on her own knees beside Faye, she spotted the clots that dried on her partner’s tiny nipples and plucked the scabs free. “Care to share?”  Vivienne playfully asked as she watched Faye squeeze part of Drake’s thigh over her lips.

Faye felt the grip of the wild suddenly disappear with the little warning. -What is going on here?- She questioned herself before the burning in her throat reminded her that the plasma she’d been drinking cooled and quenched the pain.  “Faye Park.”  She once more muttered and couldn’t fathom why she was saying her name over and over.  A soft touch and a tiny pinch from her chest brought the newborn back to reality.  Her green eyes looked around quickly, and focused on the screaming man next to her.  -He’s the one, and now he’s the one screaming.- Her mind told her factually.  She looked over the man and knew instantly that she was the one doing all of the damage to his body.  Rage started to fill her mind, then she heard the voice.  Vivienne’s dreamy and loving voice, the reason she was here. “C..care to what? Um..”  She looked at the bloody thigh muscle in her hands, and was surprised to not be repulsed by the raw meat chunk. Turning her head slightly, she gazed into Vivienne’s eyes. -Was there always a red rim there?- She questioned herself for a moment before becoming lost to the cresting blue look. “Allow me.”  Lifting the chunk over her partner's lips, Faye squeezed until a steady stream of red flowed from the muscle.  Wringing the strand of meat like a washcloth, Faye emptied the contents without spilling a drop.  It was the purr that came from the doctor that made Faye smile and sent a burning sensation down into her stomach, making the undead butterflies flitter.  Lifting the limp muscle to her lips, Faye drained the remaining blood from the section, causing it to turn to ash. “The letter.” She felt herself saying without any control. 

Searching the dying vampire, Faye found what she was looking for still in its envelope. She handed it up to Vivienne. “Here it is.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

“Did you call me TigerLily?”  Faye asked shyly.

“I did.  Your tiger stripes are quite adorable, my love.”

“What?” Faye looked at her nude form covered in thick black stripes. “What the hell?  Vivienne, please stop with the mystery."

“Finish off Drake first.  You are still very hungry.”  The ancient one cupped her partner’s chin and scraped the blood clear on it before giving Faye a light kiss.