Hellsing Manor: home to the Hellsing family for generations and part of the home base for the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization. Although the sun had just risen, trucks drove up and unloaded soldiers, who then tiredly put their equipment away and headed home. Two of the soldiers, however, actually lived on the base and only needed to travel downward.
Charlotte and Amelie trudged down the stairs toward the basement of the large house that few soldiers were ever actually permitted to enter without having business there. Amelie didn't even make it down the hallways before she was already taking off her coat and gloves. Her girlfriend her tempted to do the same, but decided to wait until she got in the door. The vampire unlocked it and let both of them in, ignoring Amelie as the girl took off her belt and pants and changed into a pair of shorts before flopping onto the bed.
The two shared what could be comparable to a one-room apartment beneath the manor, as did Audrey and Seras, a few doors down. Amelie actually was assigned her own quarters, but somehow managed to weasel her way into Charlotte's and decided to take up residency here instead. It wasn't as if the vampire minded. She knew that the wolf-girl would have been over all of the time, regardless.
Charlotte took off her coat and made her way to the kitchen. She made a beeline for the refrigerator, opening it and crouching slightly to reach the bottom drawer where any ordinary person might keep produce. Packets of medical blood filled it halfway. It was enough for a month or so, if she ate sparingly. Right now, however, she was practically starving from being around all of that fresh blood.
After grabbing a packet, she shut the refrigerator door before pausing. She decided that it would be better if it was warm. It tasted different and had a different texture that way. Before she did, however, she peeked her head out of the kitchen and looked toward the werewolf.
"Hey, I'm gonna heat this up, do you need to use the microwave, first?" she inquired. She always asked first when Amelie hadn't eaten yet, because while it may be delicious to her, not everyone else was too keen about having human blood near their food.
Upon hearing the question, the werewolf rolled off of the bed and into the floor before starting to get herself up in response. Naturally, her girlfriend took this as a "yes". As Amelie made her way to the kitchen as well, Charlotte was starting to debate on whether or not she wanted to wait to eat, or just drink it cold. She watched the wolf-girl throw in some leftovers from the fridge and set the timer. Seven minutes. No, Charlotte decided that she didn't want to wait.
She leaned against the counter and bent the small tube attached to the pouch breaking the piece of plastic inside before placing it to her lips. It was a lot like drinking out of a regular juice pouch. Admittedly, though, it wasn't quite the same as biting someone. Now that she and her girlfriend were with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. and had blood readily accessible, the vampire refrained from biting the wolf-girl, as he knew Amelie didn't really like it. She couldn't really blame her, really. Having your neck stabbed by fangs and being drained of blood must feel awful. Charlotte didn't really remember what it felt like, herself, as she was almost dead at the time.
Meanwhile, Amelie sat in the floor, having lost the motivation to stand. The lycanthrope then scooted backwards until her back was pressed up against the counter. She leaned her head on her girlfriend's legs and watched the clock count-down to when her food would be done. The thought of having to stand back up annoyed her, somewhat, but she had to, unless Charlotte was willing to get her meal for her so she could eat on the kitchen floor. She was tired. She had to run around and shoot at vampires all night, just like many others. As always, Amelie was somewhat amazed as to how the vampire could still stand.
"Tired." She said, shutting her eyes, briefly. She was starting to debate as to whether she could still abandon food for the moment and simply go to bed or not.
"You should still eat something, first." Charlotte replied. "I'll keep you from falling asleep on your plate." A giggle escaped her as the other girl whined, turning and wrapping her arms around the vampire's leg and pressing her face into her outer-thigh. Amelie groaned as the microwave dinged, signaling that she had to stand up again. What a pain.
"I don't wanna get up." She complained.
"If you want, I can get it for you, but you'll have to let go of my leg, first." The vampire replied. Her partner only answered her by tightening her grip and uttering a small groan, causing freckled nosferatu to roll her eyes. Thus, Charlotte simply opted to drag the werewolf with her, slowly trudging to the microwave while the bottom of the other girl was scooted across the tile after her. She held her blood transfusion pouch in her teeth while tending to Amelie's meal. Finally she looked down again.
"You can't eat while holding my leg." She said. "I'm not feeding you, either."
"Fiiinnneee…" Amelie replied, finally releasing the other girl. She held up her hands. "Food please."
"You're welcome." The vampire said sarcastically.
"Merci." Her partner replied. As she was offered the plate. She continued to sit in the floor as she ate, still unwilling to move just yet. "Love you, Lotte."
"You just love me because I get you food." Charlotte teased.
"Oh, no! You found out my secret!"
"That's just mean…" the vampire stated, walking over to the trash can to throw away the empty packet. She then walked back to their room in order to change clothes. Military gear wasn't exactly comfortable to sit around the house in.
"I was joking!" called Amelie, sitting in the floor and eating her meal. "You're pretty and nice and smart, Charlotte!"
"I know." Stated the other girl with a smug grin. When she was done, she walked back into the kitchen wearing a tank-top and a pair of shorts.
"Shoulder-freckles." The werewolf said, looking up at her girlfriend.
"You're not going to start counting them again are you?"
"I will make no such promise." With that, Amelie finally stood, setting her dishes in the sink before getting a glass of water.
Charlotte shook her head at the wolf-girl's response. She didn't understand why Amelie found her spots so interesting and she probably never would. Her thoughts drifted elsewhere, however, as she noticed that the salt in the blood she drank had sucked out the moisture in her lips. It was an annoying side effect.
"Do you have any chapstick I can borrow?" she asked.
Without even turning around, Amelie simply answered with "Coat pocket." She didn't give it a second thought until the vampire turned to go rummaging through her belongings. Immediately on that realization, she regretted answering.
"Thanks." Charlotte replied, walking out of the room and picking up the werewolf's coat. She started digging in its pockets one by one, not noticing the panic that her girlfriend was currently in. Frantically, the wolf-girl looked around before finally turning to stop he partner.
"Non!" she shouted, springing into action. She leaped into the air in an effort to tackle the vampire, but missed, crashing into the floor instead. To her horror, her girlfriend had already found it; the small, black box that she had been hiding.
"What's this?" curiously inquired Charlotte, opening the box without a second thought. Inside of it was a small gold ring, much to the confusion of the vampire. It didn't seem like something Amelie would have.
"It's pretty." She continued. "Looks expensive, too. You must've saved up for a while for… this..?" she trailed off as she turned to look at the girl on the floor looking up at her.
Amelie looked mortified. Her face, neck, and ears were completely red; and her mouth hung open as if she was trying to form something to say. She obviously wasn't herself, at the moment, only leaving the vampire to guess as to why. As the gears started turning in her head, Charlotte's face grew progressively redder as well.
Finally, her flush reached its peak when she put together a possible explanation. Her eyes went from the ring and then back to the lycanthrope; back to the ring, and then back to the lycanthrope again. Suddenly, she started walking over to her girlfriend before crouching down to her level, causing the wolf-girl to jump.
"Amelie…" she said. "What is this?"
Amelie opened her mouth to speak again before closing it. She wanted to pick her words carefully, of course, given the circumstance. Unfortunately, though, her nerves got the better of her and she was only able to utter one word.
"Wife?" she said questioningly, immediately looking away upon realizing that she faltered. Her eyes scrunched themselves shut so she wouldn't be forced to look at the other girl. She was embarrassed. Really embarrassed.
It didn't last long, however, as she felt something hot on her shoulder. Charlotte's forehead was burning as she rested it on the shoulder of the wolf-girl, but then again, so was the rest of her face. She hid herself, knowing full-well that it didn't do her any good. Scooting closer, she wrapped her arms around Amelie, before mumbling: "Yes."
That's it. That's all it took for Amelie to perk up. Her eyes opened and she looked at the vampire to the best of her ability, given their current position. Reaching behind her, she grabbed Charlotte's hands and pushed them away, taking the box in the process. An unusually serious expression fell over her features as she opened it and took out the ring. Charlotte offered her a hand, which she took before sliding the band onto her ring finger. With the action complete, she smiled. Her smile was so wide, that it made her cheeks hurt. It was contagious, too as it spread to the vampire as well. After a few moments, their fingers intertwined and their foreheads pressed together.
"Wife." Amelie repeated, causing the other girl to giggle.
"No." replied Charlotte before pressing their mouths together briefly. "You mean 'wives'."
A/N: In the reviews, y'all were like: "Now DANKRIS? DanKris?!"
Nah.
Werepire lesbians.
I hope you're not too disappointed.
Ugh, if I stay up any later, I'm gonna have so much trouble getting up tomorrow...
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
