Author's opening notes

This story has been bugging me for years. Ever since I first played VTM: Bloodlines, I wanted to fill the gaps in the relationship between Heather and my Toreador character, and I really wanted to get inside Heather's head. I also wanted to add specific details which isn't explicitly shown in the game, details about Vampires and how they work in the World of Darkness, according to the rules of the pen and paper game. This particular part I wrote a few years ago, along with another, longer chapter shortly after. I had intended to work on it more but lack of reader interest and busy life got in the way.

After signing up here recently, however, I figured it might be a good way to get me back into it. I'm proud of the idea at least, so I want to try and finish it. Apologies in advance for any errors, I've cleaned it up as much as I can see.

I've given the high rating more due to future chapters, this one's relatively tame. Just in case it's not obvious, this story will contain FEMSLASH, so if that's not your thing you may not want to continue.

Anyway, enough of my blather. Here you go.

Bloodfly

I'm not sure how it started. Everything before the... "experience" that night is a haze of pain and blood, like I'm looking through frosted red glass. What I did was stupid, I know that now of course. But then again, if I hadn't have done it, I would never have met her, so I don't really regret it. I guess that says something about me.

I don't remember getting to the hospital, nor do I remember much of being there before she came. I was probably delirious, and I have vague memories of being upset that my... plans were interrupted, but the pain was becoming unbearable. It was like an anchor, keeping me from truly drifting away. I'll admit I wanted to die, but that's not unusual for the situation I guess.

I'm being vague, I know. I can't help it, my memory before it happened is still fuzzy, but after, it's like it's burned into my brain. One minute, I was suffering and barely coherent... But the next; something pressed against my lips, and a voice urged me to drink. It was thick and warm - like soup - but better than any soup I'd ever tasted before. It slithered down my throat like it was alive, and my head swam with a wash of emotion. It awoke something sensual in me, all my senses tuned in to this new feeling unlike any I had ever experienced. The only thing I can compare it to is like really, really good sex, but it's still an imperfect comparison. Like a dream, I was swept away in a raging torrent, but there was someone there with me. A woman, the most beautiful I'd ever seen, with reddish brown hair and the eyes of a predator. She was holding me, comforting me, and I remember that I relaxed as my pain faded away. All the while she was whispering to me, keeping me safe, and I knew her. She was concerned for me, I felt this overwhelming compassion that could only be from her. Hell, I knew her more than I knew myself.

Then it was gone. An instant was all it was, a moment of bliss, and then it was over. There was no more pain. I felt wearied, but good, like after an orgasm. Yeah, again with the sex, but I really can't explain it another way. But at the time, that confused me, as I started to become aware of where I was. Gurney, drab paint, a pile of sad looking blankets in the corner, "ICA MEDICAL CLINI" visible in blue along the top blanket. I'm in the middle of a medical clinic? And I think I just had an orgasm? I started to become afraid to look around, in case I glimpsed some leering pervert who'd molested me.

But I had to know what was going on. I could still feel that eerie yet comforting presence within me, something must be able to explain that... Maybe I was just tripping out on morphine, though I couldn't feel the telltale numbness. Curiosity got the better of me, so I raised my head, and looked into the face of an angel.

Well, not really of course. But that's how it seemed. I was still weary and groggy, and when I looked at the figure that stood over me, the light from the hallway shone right behind her head, lighting her brown-red hair like fire. Like a halo.

Her lips moved, and I only blinked at her in my confusion. She asked again if I was all right, and I finally found my voice. I started to realise as I looked into her eyes, her face shared the face of the beautiful woman from my strange hallucination... dream... thing. I asked her what she did to me, and she said she only wanted to help. I blurted my feelings, the ones residual from the hallucination, that I felt like I knew her, and her face changed. Like she was worried over what I'd said. She said I should forget her, and go about my life, and she left, quiet as a whisper.

I was so weary, and so relieved to be free of pain, that I just went to sleep.