12Summary: It's one thing to be a vampire. It's quite another to be their source. The adventures of the Vampire Valentine and his source Chloe. A mischievous vampire parody.
Kneecap the Devil
A/N: This is the first chapter of an experimental story. If y'all like it I'll post more. It seems like no one ever writes doms into vampires stories. Both the above header and the chapter title itself are from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Let's do the time warp agaaaaaain!
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And Nothing Can Ever Be the Same
He sat on her couch, his dark gold hair still wet and hanging unevenly around his angelic face, savoring the taste of her on his tongue and nursing a very large black eye. She stalked the room like a caged tiger, completely pissed off and looking lovely in the oversized white t-shirt that served as pajamas. "You're still mad I see," he said, his voice full of an accent she wasn't able to place.
"Gee, ya fuckin' think, buddy?!" she snarled, her own deep voice full of a southern accent that sent delighted chills down his spine, "How tha hell did y'all get in here anyway?"
"I told you, I'm a vampire," he said, simply, smugly, "In any case, it was raining outside and I thought this apartment was still empty. When I came in through the bedroom wall, I saw you sleeping and well..." A rakish grin crossed his handsome young face, "I just couldn't help myself, darling." He barely managed to duck in time. The glass that had been sitting on the coffee table shattered on the wall behind him. A bit of flying glass cut him, but the wounds healed in seconds. She didn't notice though. She was too mad to really see properly right then (which was the only reason she missed and he knew it too).
"Waddya mean ya couldn' fuckin' help yerself?!" she almost howled, her accent deepening, "Wha' tha fuck gives you tha right ta come into my home and..." She momentarily lost the ability to speak. It seemed as if the full realization of what could have happened had finally reached her sleep muddled brain. She fell against the opposite wall with a muffled sob, her knees giving out from under her. He watched her tremble against the wall, feeling both protective and aroused by this strange young woman.
To be sure, he had done things like this numerous times before. He found a perverse joy in ruining the lives of pretty girls who seemed so involved with themselves. But this girl hadn't really done anything to him (besides hitting him square in the eye with a marvelous right hook which he probably deserved anyway) that merited mistreatment. He found himself getting up and going to her.
"Hush, my little one," he murmured, pushing back long locks of seal brown hair to see tears trailing down her cheeks, "Hush, my darling girl. I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you so badly." When she did move towards him, it was to plant her fist in his slender frame.
"Where the fuck do you get off calling me "little one" and "darling girl," HUH?!" she snapped, towering over him with her hands on her hips, "I'm at least three years older than you, ya scrawny little prison bitch!"
He looked up at her from where he lay on the ground, mentally and physically shocked. Then he started laughing. It started out soft and muffled and grew into a big, happy sound. He laughed until tears streamed down his face and he actually looked like the child she accused him of being. It was something he hadn't done in a very, very long time. When he finally managed to stop laughing, he lay there, breathing hard, looking up at her with child-like eyes. She had sat down beside his head to watch him laugh, her legs tucked gracefully under her, and now she returned his upside down gaze with unabashed curiosity.
"You're beautiful," he told her, resisting the urge to lean up and kiss her again.
"And yer nuts," she returned, "But people say I am too, so maybe we aren't so different."
"Are you still scared of me?" he asked leisurely, knowing the answer.
She didn't hesitate, "No. Ya jus' kinda freaked me out when ya showed up in mah bed like that." She eyed him, "So what's the deal with you? You really a vampire or what?"
"Yes," he answered indulgently, "I am really a vampire." His face darkened, "I am a vile beast of the night. A curse on humanity."
"And all that jazz," she muttered, rolling her eyes, "Jeez, you're just as bad as the ones in all those books. I mean, if I were already damned then I would at least live it up while I could." His eyes took on an evil sparkle and before she could scream, he was stretched out on top of her, capturing her parted lips.
"I think I'll take your advice," he murmured, his hand sliding between her legs, "And do a little living right now." He didn't know how she managed to reach the lamp on top of the end table, but in a matter of seconds, he was back on the floor and she was standing over him, brandishing the now broken lamp.
"You keep that up and yer gonna be happy when ya get to Hell by the time I'm through with you!" she snarled.
And so did the joining of The Vampire Valentine and his human source Chloe come to pass, with no greater affect in the grand scheme of things. The world continued spinning and the sun continued it's journey across the horizon and life, for the most part, continued on as planned. The only slight change in normalcy was Chloe's sudden introduction into the vamperic nightlife
Chloe's friends, however, were wisely left in the dark.
The Adventures of Valentine and Chloe will continue!
(maybe)