Warning: here thar be yuri. No full-out sex or "under the covers" type stuff, but definite girl/girl vampire action. Don't like, don't read—simple as that. Oh, and thanks the reviews and faves! I actually didn't expect much of a response at all to this fic, and you guys just made me so happy. Keep on being awesome readers and review :) This is the final chapter of the story.

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Sugar, blood

And dead pink rosebuds

That's what Luna Maxwell is made of

Evidence was why Raven found herself once again in the bowels of the Coffin Club—that and good old-fashioned curiosity. The text on Raven's cell phone had read as such:

Ghouls Night In! Come 2 CC ASAP. U don't wanna miss this! Luv and kisses ;) Luna

It was an hour bus ride to Hipsterville and a thirty minute slog over to the Coffin Club, then an added ten minutes to squeeze through writhing, black-clad bodies and take the elevator to the basement. Fortunately, Luna was alone, which meant this was most likely not some sort of trap; Raven didn't know whether to be relieved, disappointed, or even more suspicious than before.

"I'm making tea," the vampiress trilled when Raven stepped dubiously through the threshold. While the white-haired girl flitted about the open kitchenette with a cracked china teapot, Raven could only stare. Luna was wearing a tiny black lace slip about as finespun and sheer as a shadow with a pair of pink thigh-high socks. And bunny slippers—with little fangs.

So what? Raven thought stubbornly, they're her pajamas. Fine.

But were the garters really necessary?

"I'm more of a coffee person," Raven replied after too many seconds, striving for Luna's breezy tone.

"Oh, but you have to try this," Luna enthused, "it's white Mutan—very exotic, y'know—with rosebuds, vanilla, and lemon."

"Oh...that's cool, I guess," Raven glanced around the room before sitting tentatively down on a dusty chintz couch. A little coffee table with a mosaic top stood askew before her, bearing a cluster of black taper candles dripping wax, a few dubious rust-red stains, and a very real looking skull. Raven was disturbed and fascinated.

"It's wedding tea, or bridal tea," Luna explained from the kitchenette, blue eyes wistful, "we were going to have it at my ceremony with Alexander, but—well, you know."

Raven didn't know how to respond to that, so she let the silence hang heavy until Luna danced over with a pair of mismatched tea cups and chipped bowls of sugar and cream. "So, what is it that I don't want to miss?" Raven demanded after scalding her tongue on the tea.

Luna beamed. "Mum and daddy have sent a care package from Transylvania. There'll be all sorts of goodies. I wanted to open it with you."

"Really?" Raven frowned. Luna was treating her...just like a real friend. Something was not quite right here...But whatever could be in this Transylvanian package? "Okay. Let's do it, then."

Luna clapped her hands in childish glee and flicked on the stereo system, draining out vague strains of Slayer in favor of the sweet-screech sounds and ghoulish lyrics of Kerli and Emilie Autumn. Sugar Goth. Not Raven's favorite genre of music, but certainly not bad. When Luna plopped down beside Raven on the couch, it was with a neat black box, tied with a scarlet ribbon.

"Your parents sent you this?" Raven touched the package with just the tips of her fingers, as though she wanted to see if it were real but was afraid that it might bite her.

"Yup," Luna popped the 'P,' "the parentals mail me and Jagger stuff all the time. They don't really understand how anybody could survive outside of Romania."

"Huh," Raven said, toying with the velvet ribbon. She'd never given any thought to Luna or Jagger actually having parents; it was easier to assume that the twins had just sprung from the mouth of hell or some such thing. Now, without bothering to ask Luna for permission, she pulled the ribbon and let the sides of the box fall open.

Instantly, Luna squealed with delight, "Papanasi!"

Raven quirked a wary brow, "Er...Gesundheit?"

The vampiress giggled, pushing dyed-pink strands of hair from her eyes, "Papanasi, the best damn thing you will ever taste." Raven watched as Luna plucked a wad of purple tissue paper out of the parcel and unwrapped it with deft fingers. "Oh, Mum always said they were fattening, but Grandmother made these for Jagger and I every time we visited." Luna's ramblings furthered Raven's bemusement. The vampiress sounded so normal, so happy, so...cute. It was simply unnatural. "Here, you can have Jagger's. I won't tell."

Raven looked down to see two plump orbs nestled in the tissue, wreathed in sugar and caked with cream. It was a complete mess, and Raven was surprised that such a thing had even survived being mailed. Still, as a rule Raven did not turn down sweets, and she took the pastry Luna held out to her. A tenuous nibble, then: "Oh, shit!"

"I know, right?" Luna mumbled behind a mouthful of doughnut. Her pearly little fangs were stained red with cherry filling.

"This is...what's in these?" Raven took another bite, "cocaine?"

"Cheese and cherries," Luna hummed, "but they are hella addictive."

"What's next?" Raven demanded, all reservations forgotten. She and Luna were leaning into each other now, licking frosting and filling from their fingers. The ruby sauce from the cherries swirled with white cream and marscapone, turning their hands and lips valentine-pink.

"Weeeell, there are some marzipan spiders, but Jagger would totally hate me if he knew we ate those, so we've got..." Luna pulled out a long, rectangular box and a little bottle, "Paprika truffles and Sange de Taur—that's Bull's Blood, in case you're wondering."

Raven's eyes widened as she looked at the rich red liquid sloshing about in the black bottle. "Tempting, but...I'll pass."

Luna giggled. "It's Romanian wine. Good stuff, too. Thanks, Mummy."

While Luna uncorked the wine, Raven opened up the chocolates. She bit one—sweet and spicy and all too rich in her mouth. She sipped from the bottle when Luna passed it and rolled the silky liquid around her mouth. It was strong; intensely fruity, but not at all syrupy, and it didn't burn Raven's throat when she swallowed. Smooth as satin, the wine seeped into Raven's blood, making her cheeks flush scarlet. She was hyper-aware of how Luna's slip had ridden up, revealing pink lace panties, and how Luna's hand brushed her own, making Raven's fingers tingle.

"Is there any more?" Raven said in attempt to distract herself from the delicate, crystal-lattice patterns of Luna's underwear.

"Let'sss Sssee..." Luna rustled around in the package before withdrawing two thin plastic squares. "Ah, our music fix."

Raven peered curiously at the CD's; neither band looked familiar, but they both looked interesting. "They're Romanian."

"Mm-hmmm," Luna presented the two albums so Raven could see, "Altar is Jagger's absolute favorite. You'd probably like them too—Andy Ghost is pretty awesome."

"And the other one?"

Luna sighed happily, "Magica. They're like nothing you've ever heard. Seriously. I've been in love with Bogden Bat and Ana Mladinovici since I was, like, ten."

"Put them on," Raven said eagerly.

Luna grinned. "You got it, babe."

Bittersweet Nightshade replaced Opheliac, and Raven closed her eyes to listen. It was goth metal—good, Raven liked that—but also melodic rock, which Raven had always admired in the original goth bands. It was the sort of music that could cast a spell on someone, that could make them do strange things just from listening to it.

"Nice," Raven murmured approvingly.

"Thought you'd like," Luna said, pleased. She did not sit back down on the couch—she sprawled on it, resting her head on Raven's lap. Raven did not protest. If Luna were an animal, she'd be some bizarre lioness-kitten hybrid: dangerous as hell, but too damn cute and cuddly to resist.

"Chocolate?" Raven suggested, taking another swig of wine and picking up the truffle box.

"Read my mind," Luna purred, parting her lips for Raven to slide the candy through. She moaned when she chewed, "so good."

And they were like that for a while, eating chocolate, drinking, listening to music and gossiping like two almost-normal, tipsy teenagers, but then Luna was looking at Raven, and those eyes glowed neon in the dark, and Raven felt...a flash. A crackling blue flash, and the room was black, just for a second, but then she was against the arm of the couch, and Luna was hovering over her, gazelle-like legs pinning Raven's hips in place.

"Luna...what are you doing?" Raven felt warm all over, and strangely relaxed. Languorous.

"Repaying you," The vampiress said in her breathy voice, "for helping me that one time. Remember?"

"How?" Raven demanded, forcing her eyes to focus

An ironic quirk of Luna's lips. "How else, dear?" Then, Luna used those candy-hued nails to cut a thin red line above the scalloped hem of her slip, just above her left breast. Raven turned her face away in weak protest, and she felt blood drip onto her cheek, hot and wet. "Just a taste," Luna said, using her other hand to guide Raven's head back toward her, to press Raven's black lips to her chest.

Warm, red liquid drizzled into Raven's mouth, and she felt her lips fix upon Luna's wound, wanting to catch more of the crimson nectar. As Raven's tongue coasted over the cut, she heard Luna gasp and felt the vampiress thrust her hips forward, unintentionally grinding against Raven's own. Raven put her hands on Luna's slender hips, steadying the petite vampire, but not before she let loose a small, embarrassingly kitten-like mewl of her own.

Chemicals, Raven thought dizzily, chemicals inside of us, surging toward each other, trying to mix...what's that thing I got wrong on the chemistry test? Synthesis. We're synthesizing...Oh! Like music...

"My blood wants your blood," Luna's feathery voice said in Raven's ear, "your blood wants mine."

Raven bucked her hips sharply, sighed. Luna tasted like cyanide and candy floss—bittersweet poison sugared over in the most delightful way.