Amiel woke up. She sat up gasping for a while, then stopped to think about what had happened the night before.
*Woah. Vampire.* she thought.
Amiel morphed into vamp-face and walked over to the mirror. She got a small shock before remembering that vampires have no reflection.
*Remember? I never knew.*
All this new knowledge interested Amiel. When she was alive, she spent a lot of time in the library, learning things. Now she suddenly knew all these things, about vampires. About who she was.
"I think our baby's awake," came a voice from the other room. Amiel's red-headed mother came into view.
"Hi." Willow waved at her.
"Where's..."
"Viper? She's around."
"Viper? Tara, right?"
"Yeah. And I'm..." Willow waited for an answer from Amiel.
"Willow. Uh, Vixen."
"Mmm hmm," Willow nodded, "You can call us by our human names. But if someone else is around, it's Viper and Vixen, okay?"
"What happened last night?"
"You liked it?"
"It was weird."
Willow laughed and made a face. "That's me!"
"Can you do it again?"
"Ooh, tricky question. It's a strange ability. I can do stuff he can't, and if you could put a number on magical power, mine would be higher, but... Look, I can't do it, but I know the guy who can. Tara's there now, she should be back soon. We're gonna try to work it out for ourselves. Then we can kill the bastard."
"Cool. I'm hungry."
"I know. Tara's bringing back some food for you too."
Willow cast out, searching for Tara.
*Hey Willow, I'll be back in a few minutes. I just need to find how-*
*Where are you? Amiel's awake. She's hungry.*
*I'm bringing some food back.*
Willow heard the echo of laughter through Tara's thoughts.
*Uh, baby? How are you getting food?*
*I'll get this guy to follow me home.* There was a pause. *Done. Get Amiel alone in the front room, I'll meet you round the back, send her dinner in the front and lock it.*
*Right.* "Amiel, dear. Go into the front room."
"Why?"
Willow slashed Amiel's face with her fingernails.
"Because I told you so. You may be one of us, but make no mistake, Viper and Vixen are on top." Then, in a sweeter voice, "Now. Do as mummy says." Willow leaned in and licked the blood off Amiel's cheek, then made a 'run along' movement with her hand.
Amiel went into the room and waited. She was getting bored, but didn't want to upset Vixen any further, so she stayed put. After what seemed like hours, a man stumbled into the room, and the door slammed behind him. He was about 25, with rough blonde hair, falling all over his face. He had a bit of a beard, and deep, brown eyes. He was human, not a vampire.
"Hi." Amiel stuttered.
"Hello?" The man seemed confused. "Hey where's that other chick?"
"Umm, somewhere. My mother likes to play tricks."
"She's your... mother?"
Amiel had walked up to the man and around behind him. "Yep," she said over his shoulder.
"She seems way too young to have a daughter like you."
"Well, looks can be decieving."
Amiel whipped the guy around, letting him see her in vamp-face.
"How'm I looking?"
Tara and Willow were listening in through the door.
"Fiesty," Tara whispered.
"You're- Whoah! What the hell?"
Amiel punched him in the face, and his head whipped around. She looked at her fist, surprised at her strength. She wanted to test it out some more, but when his head was turned like that, revealing his neck, she couldn't resist. Amiel lept forwards and sunk her teeth into him. She drank ravenously, not noticing when Willow and Tara walked in, and kept feeding until there was no blood left in him.
*Woah. Vampire.* she thought.
Amiel morphed into vamp-face and walked over to the mirror. She got a small shock before remembering that vampires have no reflection.
*Remember? I never knew.*
All this new knowledge interested Amiel. When she was alive, she spent a lot of time in the library, learning things. Now she suddenly knew all these things, about vampires. About who she was.
"I think our baby's awake," came a voice from the other room. Amiel's red-headed mother came into view.
"Hi." Willow waved at her.
"Where's..."
"Viper? She's around."
"Viper? Tara, right?"
"Yeah. And I'm..." Willow waited for an answer from Amiel.
"Willow. Uh, Vixen."
"Mmm hmm," Willow nodded, "You can call us by our human names. But if someone else is around, it's Viper and Vixen, okay?"
"What happened last night?"
"You liked it?"
"It was weird."
Willow laughed and made a face. "That's me!"
"Can you do it again?"
"Ooh, tricky question. It's a strange ability. I can do stuff he can't, and if you could put a number on magical power, mine would be higher, but... Look, I can't do it, but I know the guy who can. Tara's there now, she should be back soon. We're gonna try to work it out for ourselves. Then we can kill the bastard."
"Cool. I'm hungry."
"I know. Tara's bringing back some food for you too."
Willow cast out, searching for Tara.
*Hey Willow, I'll be back in a few minutes. I just need to find how-*
*Where are you? Amiel's awake. She's hungry.*
*I'm bringing some food back.*
Willow heard the echo of laughter through Tara's thoughts.
*Uh, baby? How are you getting food?*
*I'll get this guy to follow me home.* There was a pause. *Done. Get Amiel alone in the front room, I'll meet you round the back, send her dinner in the front and lock it.*
*Right.* "Amiel, dear. Go into the front room."
"Why?"
Willow slashed Amiel's face with her fingernails.
"Because I told you so. You may be one of us, but make no mistake, Viper and Vixen are on top." Then, in a sweeter voice, "Now. Do as mummy says." Willow leaned in and licked the blood off Amiel's cheek, then made a 'run along' movement with her hand.
Amiel went into the room and waited. She was getting bored, but didn't want to upset Vixen any further, so she stayed put. After what seemed like hours, a man stumbled into the room, and the door slammed behind him. He was about 25, with rough blonde hair, falling all over his face. He had a bit of a beard, and deep, brown eyes. He was human, not a vampire.
"Hi." Amiel stuttered.
"Hello?" The man seemed confused. "Hey where's that other chick?"
"Umm, somewhere. My mother likes to play tricks."
"She's your... mother?"
Amiel had walked up to the man and around behind him. "Yep," she said over his shoulder.
"She seems way too young to have a daughter like you."
"Well, looks can be decieving."
Amiel whipped the guy around, letting him see her in vamp-face.
"How'm I looking?"
Tara and Willow were listening in through the door.
"Fiesty," Tara whispered.
"You're- Whoah! What the hell?"
Amiel punched him in the face, and his head whipped around. She looked at her fist, surprised at her strength. She wanted to test it out some more, but when his head was turned like that, revealing his neck, she couldn't resist. Amiel lept forwards and sunk her teeth into him. She drank ravenously, not noticing when Willow and Tara walked in, and kept feeding until there was no blood left in him.