Vampire/Human [AKELA and BOWELS]

Bitter, her nose crinkled and her lips thinned. Eyebrows drawn inward, she looked up towards the momentarily foreign ceiling, a migraine urging her awake. Her stomach felt rotten, and her eyes were dry. The stagnant saliva in her mouth tasted like shit.

After much motivation, she slumped forward, a sour expression bewitching her face. A displeased groan was followed by a sluggish rub at her face. Her limbs still felt heavy, and complete and utter inebriation had come back to bite her in the ass. Hangovers weren’t something she was quite accustomed to, seeing as the first few times had been jaunty and fun, followed by a bit of gut rot the next morning. This was terrible. Could she still even walk?

Her cloudy, off-brand green eyes observed the blearing red digital numbers. Seven o’clock in the morning… Was that even possible? It’d only been a few hours ago that she’d been dancing the night away, entertaining some good friends, and enjoying some pawned wine coolers. Now she couldn’t even remember what she’d done with all the house guests or the apartment for that matter. The worst part was, it wasn’t even her home; it was her dear sister, who had also gotten her party on that particular night.

Ruth wasn’t usually an opportunist, but she’d been feeling a small spark of rebellion. At 18 years old, the thought of vacating her sister’s apartment for a tiny shindig was more than defiance; it was devilish. Perhaps it was because she was sick of going unnoticed, or maybe she was sick of being so bored. Either way, it’d pushed her out of her comfort zone, and today she was experiencing the repercussions. Regretful of the previous night, and sick with more than just worry, she clumsily got to her feet. She had to clear out before Sarah got home.

It’d taken a while, but she’d soon managed to trudge over to the door, her long legs providing assistance. She was a fairly tall girl, and the most of her height resided in her legs, granting her the ability of large steps. Her surprisingly small hands fumbled with the door knob before she was able to open it, a breath of fresh air being given when she saw no evidence of a party. Things looked fairly untouched; the blanket was still neatly sprawled across one arm of the couch, and the remote strategically placed on top of it. A few dishes in the sink, and no bottles in the trash; maybe she was a better drunk than she thought she was.

Lazily surfing the apartment one last time, she soon began her quest towards the kitchen, getting a glass and some lukewarm water. Her nails scratched at her untamed curls, once taught and bouncy, though now messy and all over her head. The ruddy color of her hair matched the light freckles that were drizzled along the tops of her cheeks. It went well with her pale skin, which only ever grew pink and awkward with too much sunlight. Compared to her sister, it didn’t seem like she was much. She was just plain Jane—or, plain Ruth.

Sarah, on the other hand, was a mortal Goddess. Her parents devoutly praised her, admiring her charm, as well as her cute little smile and laugh. She was petite, and though she lacked curve unlike her sister, her face made up for it. Big, dumb brown eyes, paired with thick, caramel colored hair. Sarah was terrible academically, and she drank too much before she even had a chance for something more. She lacked all common sense, save how to gyp the parents out of as much cash as possible. Other than being manipulative, she was a complete bimbo. 22 years old, and she was going nowhere in life. Ruth had a world of chance, and her parents could care less. They wanted to know how Sarah’s “job interview” went, and buy her dinner when she was “upset”. In a demented way, Ruth admired her sister.

She shook away a few stray droplets before setting it back in the cupboard from which it came, not thinking much of it. What her sister didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Ruth advanced towards the living room, mindlessly plopping onto the couch, staring blankly towards the television.

That party sucked.

James had been relentlessly searching for a fledgling, a pet to call his own, but so far it had been in vain. It probably didn’t help, however, how picky he was in choosing the human victim for this opportunity as he viewed it, or how his blood seemed to be a bit too strong for them to handle when so close to death. For when preparing the human to change into one of his kind, James made sure to drain as much of their blood as possible in attempt to let the tainted blood that he gave them take over quicker. This not only ensures a stronger vampire to be placed in his linage when they’re so close to death at the time of changing, but it speeds up the initial process as well.

At any rate, he wanted to have a strong fledgling or none at all. After all, time was not his enemy in this search, was it? And he had learned from his mistakes, now knowing the fastest way to find a suitable human. Families were his target now. Although they were more apt to search for those lost, they did seem to have the most will to live. Male or female did not matter strength wise once changed so that wasn’t an issue, though he did go after the beautiful ones as a personal preference, along with them being of in their mid-twenties, sometimes early thirties. Their bodies seemed to last the longest before their hearts stopped, but again to no avail. Perhaps his current target would prove to be more stable…

Unfortunately, after persistently stalking her for weeks, James was in a bit of a situation. This was Sarah’s street, Sarah’s quaint little apartment, and Sarah’s bedroom filled with pictures of her family and friends, and yet no Sarah to be found. James stood at the foot of the empty bed, curtains pulled tightly shut so the sun didn’t bother him. It wasn’t that it would kill him, but it did weaken him and was something to be avoided. Her bed was unmaid, which was for some reason bothering him. He knew humans weren’t the cleanest creatures, but it would take two minutes. Then there was the fact that females and males alike tended to leave clothing askew all over the floor… Coming back to reality and out of his thoughts of pet peeves, the vampire growled softly to himself, hearing the sister finally slipping out of bed and going to the kitchen. Yes, he had been at her little affair last night, and she hadn’t even noticed him stay overnight. He’d hoped Sarah would be home by now, but no such luck. Why did he think this was best? Now Ruth would be involved, and things might get messier than it was worth…especially since she would probably die like the others.

With a small sigh the man stood, needlessly smoothing out his jeans and tightly fit yellow and green fraternity tshirt. It wasn’t his, of course, but something he’d pulled off his last victim in an attempt to blend in with the crowd. Course by an hour in most were too drunk to if he was in a police uniform, much less college attire, but it was best to dress the part. James even had his raven black hair ruffled a bit like he didn’t care…but he did. His usual clothes were closer to the time period he grew up in, but none of that for today’s young adults.

Creeping soundlessly toward the door he opened it a few more inches since it had already been cracked, peering into see Ruth staring at the television. It would be so nice to have this apartment to himself for the beginning stages of the change…before the painful screaming started, of course. No matter, one more victim would only make it look like they went on a road trip together. Perhaps the look on her face would make this more enjoyable anyway.

The front door opened. “Ruth?”

Her shoulders sank. After releasing a deeply-embedded groan, she slowly turned around to face Sarah. Unconsciously, she ran her tongue over the front of her teeth. They were fuzzy.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Sarah snarled.

Ruth gave a weak shrugged. “I sort of stayed over last night.”

Sarah deftly unbuttoned her long, beige pea coat and hung it up near the door. Her pure white purse was the next thing to go, and she dropped it on the ground near the door. She kicked off her glittery, silver heels.

“What made you think you could?” she pressed, annoyed.

Ruth sighed. “Don’t try to get on your moral high-horse, Sarah—like you’ve never taken advantage of me or my things!”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Oh, little sis,” she patronized, “what could I possibly want from you? You’ve got a shitty wardrobe and you annoy the piss out of me.”

Sarah was still a little drunk. That much was evident from the way she staggered over to the kitchen, a bit of clumsiness in her step.

“I’m telling mom and dad,” Sarah said quietly, just to grate at her nerves.

Ruth got to her feet. Due to her legs, she was a few inches taller than Sarah, though her older sister was shorter by nature. Her eyes immediately narrowed. “What about all the times I stuck out my neck for you; that’s no fair! You’re always their favorite—give me a break for once.”

Sarah laughed. “Maybe you should work a little harder.”

Ah, there was his target. There was the girl with spite uncaring for others in her words unless it benefited her. At least that was the Sarah he had grown to know, and she would make the perfect vampire fledgling. Attitude, an ability to manipulate, and a rockin’ body- yes, this would be worth the wait. Of course any human “born” to be like him was altered to be flawless and lovely, but it didn’t hurt to start with an already beautiful canvas, no?

James leaned back a few inches so his face was in the shadows, listening to the girls with ease no matter where they were in the apartment. What petty fights the two have, no matter what it’s about. He listened for a few moments before growing bored quickly and slipping out of the bedroom. His speed was unmatched to the girls, and they probably didn’t even notice him crossing the room to lock the door. If he didn’t stop them soon James was going to get a headache…yes, vampires could get migraines if annoyed enough. Taking even, slow steps to the kitchen, the man leaned his tall, skinny frame against the doorway, eyes seeming bored despite how excited he was to get started. “Does it really matter?” he sighed, raising an eyebrow. “Ruth, you seem to hate your sister enough that you might actually enjoy this. We'll see I suppose.”

Before anything could be done James reached forward to push Ruth back, aiming to knock her head on the corner of the cabinets so she would be unable to get up, much less fight him. But the vampire was skilled enough to push her gently enough to where she wouldn’t pass out….yes, he wanted her to see every second of this before he ended her life. “Sarah, I’ve been waiting for you…where were you last night, hm? The party wasn’t any fun without you.” James had one hand on her jaw to force her to look at him, the other twisting her hands behind her back. Still he exerted hardly any energy; this was nothing new, and she would probably die like the others. “Aren’t you glad to be home?” Hips pressed against hers he smirked, fangs showing a bit as he parted his lips ever so slightly.

James made himself known, and both of the girls reacted the same—becoming utterly silent and simply staring at him, floored. For a moment, it was quite evident that the two were sisters, and the resemblance between them was striking.

Then, Sarah began to move. Ruth’s first reaction was to keep her mouth shut, assess the situation and then search for the nearest weapon, but Sarah’s was to speak her mind and make her feelings known.

“And who the fuck are you?” she said, her voice nearing a shrill yelp.

Ruth’s heart sank. The last thing they needed was for Sarah to demean the very strange and unbelievable intruder.

She’d just begun to creep back to grab something, anything, when James turned her attention to her. Then, with what looked like just a light shove, Ruth was sent backward and her head cracked right against the corner of the kitchenette’s white cabinets.

Immediately, she was stunned, and she collapsed to the ground. It smarted, and the room spun like a top as she kept trying to get up, yet all she could do was watch her sister struggle against their very inhuman predator.

Sarah squealed, and thrashed about, and tried desperately to free herself. It was futile. Her big eyes searched his face as she spoke, panting erratically, and then her eyes focused on his fangs and breath left her.

“Get off of me!” she pleaded, and she was all but a few breathy pants away from screaming.

Ruth tried to get up still, to try and help her sister. They never got along, and there was always conflict between them, but she loved her sister. She hated her and loved her at the same time. They’d always be sisters—and she couldn’t let some thing kill her.

“Right, because I’ve never heard that plea and I will definitely do what you say,” James sighed with a roll of his eyes. Still holding Sarah, his gaze turned to Ruth who seemed to be gaining her balance back. “I should have taken care of you before your sister came home,” he muttered, throwing Sarah toward the kitchen table hard enough to possibly fracture something, but certainly bruise and knock some furniture about. “Let’s take care of you…” he murmured, pulling some rope out of his pocket and tying her hands behind her back and attaching the rope to a drawer handle. She’d probably be able to pull free eventually, but not long enough to save her dear sister. Besides, if she freed he would simply give her legs a clean break. Her life would be drained soon enough anyway.

Again his movements were almost invisible as he rushed to grab Sarah, pushing down on her wrists so roughly that any furniture beneath her snapped. “You’ll thank me, dearie…don’t be angry. You’ll see,” he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. James then moved his lips across her jawline, tongue lightly touching her warm skin. Her heartbeat, her pulse…it all created a high for him, no matter how many times he fed. James was the type of vampire that was addicted to that first bite, that rush of blood down his throat. Not that he couldn’t control himself, he undoubtedly could, but it still made him shiver.

No more toying. James was pressing his entire body against hers, his chiseled chest against her breasts, fingers grasping her wrists and lips at her neck. “Stay strong, lovely, I’m making you mine.” With that James sank his fangs into her neck, easily finding the right artery. Back in the day he would have fun nipping at the wrists, inside the females’ thighs, but now he just wanted to finish. She was probably going to die in his grasp anyway.

With a soft moan he let the flood flow, warm liquid quickly draining from her body. She tasted was wonderful as he’d hoped, and closed his eyes in the moment of pure bliss.

Ruth couldn’t do much when James properly restrained her, but once the rope was bound on her wrists, she immediately tried to fight against it. Unfortunately, it didn’t show signs of giving way any time soon.

Sarah whimpered with fright, and her eyes watered. Terrified, her eyes slid over to Ruth, and she trembled.

The way she looked at her was enough to break Ruth’s heart, and not much else mattered.

Sarah’s heartbeat was hammering in her ears. His words were going in and out of her ears, but they meant nothing. It wasn’t until his teeth clamped down into her artery that she really registered anything, and she gave a strangled scream.

Gradually, it died down. The more blood that was guzzled down, the fainter she grew, and soon her eyes were nearly shut, and she went limp in his grasp.

Ruth only watched with completely and utter wonder and horror. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Undoubtedly, he was a vampire—and he was guzzling down her sister.

She had enough sense not to draw attention to herself. Again, she tried to work her way out of the bindings, but it didn’t do much good—and the harder she tried, the more unlikely it became that she’d be able to save her sister. She felt like she was going to puke.

Slow. Her heart beat slowing, sluggish and barely holding onto a thread of life. James was usually a fairly clean eater, but for Ruth’s sake he did not bother licking away the drops of blood that streamed down her neck. In fact, halfway through the vampire actually sat the woman up, cradling her in his arms as the blood that didn’t make it into his own body flowed onto her breasts, her shirt... Unfortunately for his entertainment Sarah didn’t cry out for long, but he should be thankful so that the neighbors didn’t hear.

So when he thought she could lose no more James pulled away, eyes making contact with Ruth’s as he put those bloody teeth to his own wrist, slicing to let his own blood flow. To him it smelled different, but human’s couldn’t tell. Hi deep green eyes turned to Sarah as he kissed her cheek, whispering that it would be all right. Opening her mouth he let the blood fall into her mouth, drops slowly making their way down her dry throat. Within a few hours, if everything worked correctly, her heart would speed up for a few minutes then stop completely. So for now…all he could do was wait. And play with Ruth, of course.

James gently picked Sarah up bridal style, laying the seemingly dead body on the couch. Her breathing was so light, barely notable to a human. Coming back to the kitchen the man stretched with a fake yawn, smiling at the younger sister. “Do you like what I wear? I think it’d hideous, but it helped me get into your part last night, didn’t it? You know you really shouldn’t let strangers in your apartment. Or your sister’s, for that matter. I can’t wait to get out of these…jeans. So unprofessional,” he muttered, yanking at the material. “Do you think she’ll make it through the change? I do hope so…” James paused, suddenly getting an idea that actually made him smile. “Oooh, I like that…yes. Sarah’s hunger for blood will be so strong she won’t be able to contain herself. You know, that part is true in all the movies. She’ll need a snack when she wakes, and you’re just the right size…how fitting.” James smirked, shaking his head. “This will be fun…”

She tried not to reflect the horror of everything that was going on in her face, but it was hard. When he lifted her up so she was plenty visible and the rivulets of blood twined down her creamy skin, she knew he was doing it to press her buttons, to antagonize her, and she tried to not to let it get to her. Unfortunately, it was a lot harder to take her own advice, and a mix of anger and disgust began to concoct itself in her expression.

Then, they made eye contact, and her eyes widened. He bit into his own wrist and let it drizzle down the back of Sarah’s throat, and her heart pounded in her chest. Eagerly, she tried to work her way out of her bonds, but it was useless. With her thin and knobby wrists, it’d take more than a couple of minutes to work her way out.

He laid her down, then decided to speak to her. At first, she wanted to ignore him completely, but she couldn’t help herself. Slowly, her eyes worked up to his own and she glared at him intensely.

No. If there was a chance her sister wouldn’t make it, then she most certainly wouldn’t. She knew her sister better than anyone else—even in death.

“We’ve got two different definitions of fun,” she said, her voice tight with nerves. Nonetheless, she kept strong, and she tried to work on the rope binding her more subtly than before.

Just as James was smiling from Ruth’s reply he paused, head jerking in the direction of Sarah. Her heart…it had stopped completely. Every muscle in the man’s body tensed as he slowly strode over to her side, staring down at the lifeless body.

“Pathetic,” he murmured, gritting his teeth in frustration. He should have expected this, there was no reason she would outlast the others. Had he taken too much, or was her will simply not strong enough? A string of loud curses came out of his mouth before he picked up the body and tossed it toward the door. James then went to Ruth, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and keep his rage at a minimum. Yet finally opening his eyes the vampire looked at the younger sister with surprise. “Why aren’t you screaming? Why aren’t you crying your eyes out? My g- what is wrong with you,” he growled angrily, rushing forward and ripping the rope off the handle and dragging her behind him toward the door. She should be acting terrified of him, balling her eyes out! That is what he’d expected from a pathetic girl her age, what he had looked forward to.

James took her around the apartment, finding a luggage case big enough to hold Sarah’s body and taking the restrains off Ruth. He made sure her cellphone was in his own pocket so she didn’t have it and it wasn’t left at the scene of the crime so she looked like a runaway until the body of Sarah was found. “If you make one sound or make anyone notice us, I swear I’ll kill you too. Slowly and painfully, Ruth. Just follow me to the car and stay still.

With the body in the bag and his hand tightly around Ruth’s left wrist he led the way downstairs, looking about as bored as he could. He’d never taken an alive human home with him…the risk was actually exhilarating and made him smile again. What would he do with her? Surely she wasn’t one to be changed…or was she? She’d acted stronger than any human he’d seen so far…

When they reached the car Ruth would see a black Camaro that must have cost a fortune. It was his baby, one of the few materialistic items he cared for. If she cooperated thus far, James would open the back seat and put her in before shoving the bag into the trunk and getting into the front seat himself. “Make sure and buckle up,” he reminded with a grin.