Metamorphosis
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The colors ran smoothly between her fingers- like silk- in a blend of dark blues and soft lavenders and calm morning yellows. In a place as dark and grey as this, she thought, surely anyone would appreciate even a spot of brightness.
A pointed tongue traced gently the tip of a pearly white fang.
And surely, dearest Rose would appreciate this more than anyone else.
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The dress was a true work of art- finer than any one could even hope to find in the small Alternian shops. It brought to Rose's mind the clear image of a dawn sky, so beautiful and radiant that one might even be compelled to kiss the very sky itself.
But, her mind also supplied, grass is greener and much more physical than any rosy-fingered dawn. Or lavender, in this case.
So, instead of kissing air, her lips came to rest lightly upon a set painted with green lipstick.
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In the tall and waving grass of the clearing, jade and sapphire intersected, and a single blue eye bore angrily into green.
"I always knew there was something off about you, Maryam!"
"Oh, how very perceptive of you, Miss Serket," drawled a precise and distinctly feminine voice, "and next you'll tell me that Miss Pyrope is blind and Sir Nitram is a cripple. Isn't that right?"
"W-Well- at least they don't drink people's blood!"
That remark actually stung, and Kanaya tried to hide the pain on her face. Vriska saw anyway, and was going to make a retort when-
"Don't you dare talk to her that way!"
And there she was.
"Oh? My, my, what a surprise, seeing you here, you meddler."
"Leave Kanaya alone, you disgusting spider! She hasn't done you any wrong!"
"Hmm? What's this- you're getting awfully defensive of this bloodsucker, Lalonde," Vriska taunted, her voice mocking.
"Could it be? You actually care about her? Tsk, tsk, I wonder what your mother would have to say about that- oh wait. That's right," she smirked, knowing.
"You don't have one."
Rose growled threateningly, and Kanaya found her darling's courage admirable. Certainly unworthy of Vriska's scathing words.
"Shut up, Serket! My mother might be dead, but she clearly brought me up better than yours did you!"
Oh dear. Rose was getting quite heated.
Time to put an end to this.
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Vvvvvvvrrrrooooooooooommmmmmm!
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Blood the color of sapphires stained the grass blue-green. Kanaya knelt down and put a finger of it to her lips, and quickly spit it out.
Vriska's blood tasted just as ghastly as her manipulative personality.
Rose was in a shocked stupor. That wouldn't do at all, now would it?
Kanaya slowly pulled the human- her human- into a chaste kiss. That woke her up.
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The priest stood across from them in the moonlit clearing, and Kanaya was reminded of the last time she'd fought here. The memory made her stomach churn.
Kankri Vantas was her best friend's older brother. Her figurative older brother's older brother, and my wasn't that a phrase to throw one's brain for a loop.
"Kanaya…you…are beyond saving. Vampires have no right to live- else they'd have never started off dead."
With only that little warning, Kankri lunged, his sickle poised to strike at the same time Rose let her fear get the better of her and pushed Kanaya out of the way.
Red blood stained the blue grass. All was silent.
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Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Kanaya fled, taking Rose's corpse with her.
She ascended into her tower in the forest, isolated from the rest of the world, and laid Rose on the bed. She covered her with a soft blanket she'd made herself and took only a moment to observe her features.
Pale skin- not quite as pale as hers- lacking the color of life and health. Amethyst eyes stared, unseeing, and soft, plump lips were parted slightly. Blonde hair, pale to the point it may as well be white, fanned around her head like a cloud.
She was beautiful, and Kanaya could already picture the glow her skin would have once she was done.
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Rose opened her eyes and groaned lightly. The first thing her mind registered was a pang in her gut. She was starving.
Secondly, she noticed Kanaya hovering over her, a concerned expression on her green-painted lips.
"Rose- you're awake at last, I see." The older woman's voice was happy and light. Relieved.
"Why, yes, darling Kanaya, I am awake," her stomach grumbled lightly.
"And hungry, too, it seems," said Kanaya with a smile.
"Yes. And hungry, too."
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Kanaya prepared a simple meal for her bedridden guest, but to Rose, the nuts and berries and dried meat weren't very appealing. She ate everything, of course, so as not to appear rude, but she couldn't keep it down. Kanaya cleaned up the mess with a smile on her face, though Rose felt embarassed and guilty.
"I really am sorry- I suppose I just…haven't been feeling well recently."
"Nonsense, Rose. A sickle to the stomach will do that to a person, and besides, your inability to digest typical nutritional substance is further proof that my methods of bringing you back to life were quite sufficient."
And then, she remembered.
Vriska.
Kankri.
The sickle headed for Kanaya and the agonizing pain and-
"You've turned me into a vampire, haven't you?"
Kanaya nodded, noting that Rose didn't sound angry, or even really all that surprised.
"I have. If I hadn't, you would be burning on a funeral pyre right now."
"…I see. Thank you, Kanaya."
"Don't mention it, Rose. I only did it because I love you."
"I won't, then. I love you, too."