Marcanne Week
Sunday - Back to the past
Monday - EmoButter
Tuesday - AU
Wednesday - Angst Time
Thursday - Confessing
Friday - It's a Date
Saturday - Back to the Future
It was a warm and humid summer evening. Wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky, passing in front of the bright yellow full moon which fixed its unblinking gaze upon the city below. A gusty wind blew across the countryside, providing a welcome respite from the heat to anyone who might still be up and about at this late hour.
In the sprawling countryside estate of one Miss Marcy Wu, the lady of the house lay in her bed in a restless slumber. She tossed and turned about, grumbling and muttering, blankets long since cast aside, nightgown clinging to her body. The glass door to her bedchamber's balcony had been left open in an attempt to offset the heat, curtains wafting in the breeze.
A particularly strong gust sent the curtains fluttering wildly. A dark mist coalesced on the balcony, swirling in the pale moonlight.
From within the mist, the fuzzy shape of a humanoid figure appeared. Slowly the shape gained definition, taking the form of a woman. Her brown hair was wild, untamed. A billowy lace shirt and dark pants clung to her svelte figure. Her eyes glowed with an unearthly blue light.
A pair of feet stepped down onto the balcony as the form solidified. A gloved hand pushed the curtains aside as the woman stepped into the room, jet black cloak trailing behind her.
Marcy turned onto her back, murmuring in her sleep. The visitor eyed the woman in bed with a hungry gaze. With her enhanced senses she could hear every beat of Marcy's heart, feel the sweet nectar pumping through her veins.
The visitor licked her lips.
On the bed, Marcy stirred again. She groaned and tentatively opened one eye. The woman standing over her bed drew her cape up to cover the lower half of her face, her piercing azure eyes staring down.
"Be not afraid, my dear," she said in a low, smooth voice, "for I have come to you this evening to offer you power beyond your wildest dreams, riches and pleasure your mortal mind cannot even begin to comprehend."
She lowered her cape slightly. Her mouth was curved into a wicked smile, a pair of fangs glinting in the moonlight. "All I require in return is a small crimson tribute-"
"Give it a rest Anne, it's four in the freakin' morning," Marcy replied groggily.
Anne Boonchuy's smile dropped, and she let her cape fall with a sigh. "You know it wouldn't kill you to play along at least once, Mar-Mar."
"With your whole 'I vant to suck your blood' schtick? Yeah, kinda got old after the ten millionth time you've done it since we've been together."
Anne crossed her arms with a pout. "Spoilsport."
Marcy yawned and sat up in bed to stretch as Anne shed her cape. "So how was your night?"
"Eh, same old same old," Anne replied with a shrug. She made her way over to the dresser, eager to change out of her work clothes into something more comfortable. "The trolls under the 3rd Street bridge have been making a ruckus, and two of the werewolf packs out in the northern plains are fighting over territory again. Nothing I can't handle though."
Marcy nodded along with Anne's recap. Most women would probably be concerned that their wife was out battling werewolves, goblins, warlocks and other monsters thought to exist only in legends and scary stories. But then again, most women weren't married to vampires.
"Well we've got a few hours before I need to actually start my day," Marcy said as she swung her legs over the bed. "Did you wanna do anything in particular?"
Anne yawned as she walked over to their shared bed, now clad in a black tank top and lavender basketball shorts. "Feeling kinda low-key right now. I was thinking we could just cuddle, maybe watch a movie or something."
Marcy smiled. "Sounds like a plan. But first, I gotta get some coffee started."
She got up, but stopped when Anne's hand shot out to gently grab her wrist.
"Speaking of which," Anne gave a sheepish smile, "I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I could use a drink."
"You have blood in the fridge," Marcy replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Well yeah, but it always tastes better straight from the source. Please?"
"Anne, come on…"
Marcy trailed off Anne gave her a teary-eyed look, whimpering slightly as her bottom lip quivered.
"A bloodsucking creature of darkness has no right being this adorable," she said with a sigh and a smile. "Okay, fine. Not too much though! I have a packed schedule today and I can't be woozy."
"Yay!" Anne brightened up instantly, leaning in to kiss her wife. "You're the best, Marcy!"
Marcy giggled as Anne gave her another kiss, this time on her cheek. Then her neck. Each kiss sent sparks racing up Marcy's spine, and she wrapped her arms around Anne's waist to pull her close. She could feel Anne's warm breath on her neck.
"I offer you this crimson tribute, my Count," Marcy whispered in Anne's ear.
Anne grinned, slowly and gently running her fangs down Marcy's skin.
"And I gladly accept your offering, my Countess."
Author's Note: After the extremely weird prompt yesterday, an AU is much more my style. I decided to go for a Marcanne Vampire AU, inspired by a bit of Reddit fanart you can find on the Amphibia subreddit.
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