Violet laid, hair fanned around her as her naked breasts heaved roughly up and down, one hand gripping the grass below her as she reached her climax the other tangled in her lovers thick black locks. Her back arched and her eyes snapped open, watching the twilight above them as she tumbled down from her orgasm. The women moved up slowly from between Violets legs leaving soft kisses on her flat stomach and over her ample breasts before laying down with her head on Violet's shoulder. They watched the stars slowly move across the sky.
It had been almost two weeks since she was at the vampire bar, and her small talk with Godric after she had left still played in her mind. The way he watched her lips move as she talked, watched her inhale should have worried her, but instead it seemed sweet. In her heels she was as tall as him, without them, she was sure she would only come to his chest.
"This is touching." Pam's bored voice washed over the pair, the black haired woman shooting up and covering her one privet parts to the blonde woman. "Oh, sweetie, you don't have anything I haven't seen time and time again."
Violet smiled, sitting up slowly and turning her body to the vampire. "Courtney, dear, run along." The black hair woman stood and briskly walked into the house, collecting her clothes as she went. Violet stood up, her long hair falling to cover her body naturally. She hugged Pam and they walked towards the house.
"I did not take you for the monogamous type." Pam said as Violet slipped her panties and tank top on.
"I am not in a relationship with Courtney. She's a singer in a band who played at a club last night." They entered the kitchen, Violet placing the kettle over the flame of her stove. She watched as Pam made herself comfortable sitting on one of the bar stools at the island. "Besides, what is important here is the two questions I have for you."
Pam allowed one of her sculpted eyebrows to rise, looking at her friend expectantly. "You can eat regular food, right? Like even if It doesn't give you nutrients you wont die or get sick from it, will you?"
Pam stared at Violet, hard, something she hadn't done since they first met at ten years old and Violet accidentally stepped on the trail of Pam's dress. "I would be fine if I choose to eat human food." It was a statement, not sounding much like an answer as much as it sounded as if she where on the offensive.
"I have been tinkering with something since I was living in France about a year ago." Violet opened her fridge and pulled out an apple. It was a deeper red then either had seen before, even when they hid between the trees of an apple farm on their third run away stunt. "And I wanted to know if it gave you any kind of substance, or if it where horrible. I will warm you up a TruBlood just in case it's a total failure. Or you decide not to try it."
Pam looked at her friend, when they where younger they had shared everything together; secrets, booze, dresses, men, women and even nights on the hillside. Violet busied herself, warming an A Positive TruBlood and making her own tea. Even being close she was allowing Pam the room she needed to think about weather or not it was a good idea.
She waited until she had the bottle in front of her, in case the bite of the apple did not go down as excepted. Pam's tolerance for human food as quite low after living so long on only blood. And as she bt into it, her fangs retracting almost as if to suck the juice from the red apple, but instead she chewed. An action she had not done in over a century, she could taste the apple fields. Memories of them plucking and eating apples from the farm washed over her for a moment, then the familiar copper taste of blood ran down her throat.
She hadn't been able to taste an apple for many years, and being able to now gave her a soft sense of pleasure. When she looked at the apple, a rather large bite missing from it, the inside instead of being the soft white they always where, was veined with red. It was almost as if the apple itself was a living organism, one with a working circulation system.
"Violet, dear, we have to show this to Eric."
"I haven't tasted an apple in over two thousand years." Godric said as he stared down at the half eaten apple in his hand. He had a look similar to the one Pam had on when memories washed over her. A small smile played against his lips as his eyes caught Violet's who watched the three vampires at her dining room table, at four AM, eating the blood apples.
"How did you create these?' Eric asked, the edge in his voice only toned down to please his child.
"Well." Violet said, her eyes blinking away from Godric's to find the ice like one's of Eric. She sipped her fourth cup of tea, the hot liquid flowing down her throat almost painfully. "It is a fact that nature will always survive. It will adapt and more importantly, it will evolve. That being said, would you like the short version or the long?"
"Short." His voice now finding it's true razor sharp edge.
"I watered the seedlings as I normally would until they took root. Then I used a three part water, one part blood mixture until the small trunk was strong enough, then half water and blood. Slowly deleting water and only nurturing it with sunlight and blood. The apples adapted themselves."
He nodded, slowly, then looked at the women dead in the eye, his own concentrating very hard. "Y"ou cannot glamour me."
"Very well," Eric said, hiding his shock and anger as best he could, "where did you get the blood for this, or did you use TruBlood?"
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"I went to the blood bank." She smiled, her head tilting to the side motioning to the basement. "I have a small refrigerator down there where I keep the blood and measure the amounts." She watched Eric's expression, he looked lost in thought as he picked up the apple and took another bite. He did it much slower this time, so slow you could count the number of times he chewed before swallowing.
"You will come to Fangtasia and.." Violet held up her hand, stopping Eric from continuing his command. She stood and walked to the front door, stepping into the night she listened. The sound of tape ripping, paper being moved around, and staples. There was a sharp pain in her stomach as four small puncture wounds begain to bleed, staining the light blue top she wore.
When she reached the tree on the edge of her land, there was a man talking on his cell phone and leaning against his black truck. There, in the center of the tree was a piece of paper, stapled on with red tape in the shape of a large X behind it. "Sick." it read. "Needs to be removed." She stepped to him, the holes now producing small streams of red blood. The angrier she got, the faster the blood ran.
She took his phone, dropped it to the ground, and stepped on it. "What the fu-" his voice cut off as she slapped him, her hand making contact with his cheek and snapping his head to one side violently. Her eyes had fire in them, and had it been someone else they would point out how they looked like Autumn.
"I am a botanist, and I can guarantee you aen't by that little sign. This tree is almost ninety years old, it's bark is in perfect condition and the leaves are full, more full then most trees at this time of year." She continued to talk, giving the man a small lecture as she grabbed a pair of pliers from his tool box and gently removed the staples, moaning in slight pain as she did so.
When she tossed his pliers into the back of the truck with a loud bang, her eyes still on fire. "Tell that horrible man from the power company that if he continues, I will get an order of protection. I'm sure that will be magnificent for his companies image." She slowly removed the tape, hissing softly under her breathe when she went to fast. She then petted the tree softly, whispering soft words of comfort while the man drove away.
4:30 AM must have seemed to be the perfect time to do some dirty work.
When she walked back to the house the three vampires where standing in the doorway, watching the scene before them.
"You're bleeding, Miss. Wood." Godric said, being the first to break the silence as they tried to pinpoint where she may have gotten hurt.
"I'll live." She walked to the bathroom and lifted her shirt, red marks in the shape of an X stood out on her pale skin as she watched the blood that had ran down her abdomen. "What where you saying, Eric?" She shouted as she grabbed a new tank top, slipping it on and sitting down at the table once again.
A month later Violet stood in her kitchen filling a basket with blood fruit. She had been working on oranges and grapefruit before she had the vampires taste the apple, but now the others where ripe, and she felt she needed to share with them. She was dancing softly, rocking her hips to unknown music.
That's when she heard it. The soft playing of a pan flute moving through the air. She felt it swirl around her as if it where smoke. She grabbed the basket and followed the sound, even getting into her car the sound followed. Tempted her to find it.
She knew this playing, she had flown over an ocean and bought a house in Louisiana because of this playing. It had traveled far, so far she had to stop herself from jumping into the Atlantic and swim to the sound. When she had followed it until it was so loud she felt she where in front of it she got out, and looked at the building she had stopped in front of.
Fangtasia.