The underground vampire nest had grown warmer. Violet no longer shivered at night or cried out for hot pans in her blankets. She thought it safe to say that it was summer, once again. Of course, she had not been above ground for some time, so the girl could not be sure. But, if it was summer once again… that meant that she had been living underground with vampires for more than a year.
Though, after the last few months she had hardly noticed how much time had gone by. No, she had not gone and conversed with all of the vampires and sat laughing in their company. She still cringed at the thought. But, now, she had a friend to entertain her.
Ever since the night she had startled into Violet's room with her suitor, Mary had come back almost every night after she had finished her 'work' to visit with Violet. Mary was like a breath of fresh air to Violet. She had never been around anyone so honest, or so… free. She had always thought of the lower class as filthy and living a life of servitude. But, Mary was hardly like that. Though the girl did not know how to read or write, she knew how to play cards and flirt with men… and she was her own woman. At least that was what Violet thought.
The two sat in Violet's room together night after night talking and laughing about the stories that Mary told about her clientele. On one night in particular the girls were sitting atop the large and luxurious bed while Mary spoke of the vampires that she had worked for and how good of lovers they were compared to regular men.
"Ah!" Violet squealed, scrunching her face up in mock disgust. She was hardly used to this talk.
"What are you squealing at?" Mary laughed. "It's completely normal to put it in you know…"
Violet still made a face and blushed at the thought. She knew that those kinds of actions were saved for marriage and marriage only, but Mary never seemed to mind or care.
"Say, have you talked to that tall fair fellow lately?" Mary asked, winking at her younger counterpart.
"Eric?" Violet asked, looking away attempting to seem uninterested with the turn the conversation was taking.
"Yes, the large one!" Mary giggled, whilst Violet blushed unintentionally.
"Come off it, Mary. It's not as though I am interested in him. He's one of them." Violet stated, whispering the last part. From what Mary had told her, the vampires could hear from a great distance and she certainly did not want to get on their bad side.
"I'm sure." Mary said, swatting at the air. "Anyways, I was not saying that you were interested in him, I'd asked if you had spoken with him."
Violet sighed at her friend. "Yes, I have spoken with him. There is no flirtation, my god."
"Well that is no fun; I suppose you were playing some dull game of chess." Mary said, rolling her eyes and falling back onto the large bed.
"Why can't we play chess?" Violet cried.
"Why can't you get to know each other carnally?" Mary replied.
"I am not a whore, Mary!" Violet said rather loudly.
Mary giggled, "Having intercourse with a man you like is not being a whore… unless you are getting paid for it. Besides, I've heard from other girls that he is a great lover."
"Absurd! Even if I wanted to, I am far too young." Violet said, getting up from the bed and walking towards the mirror in the corner of the room. She looked down at her rather simple gown and how tight it was getting, especially around her bosom.
"You could have fooled me! You've got bigger breasts than I, and you are two years younger!" Mary yelled, coming towards Violet and making a grab for them.
"Keep off!" Violet shouted at her friend, running away whilst Mary just laughed at her friend.
"Your dresses are growing too small, my friend. You've grown." Mary noted.
"What will I do if I grow more? Do they have other dresses here?" Violet looked at her friend, pleading.
"Not that I'm aware of. I don't think there has ever been a situation quite like yours." Mary said, shrugging her shoulders. "Anyways, I should go and find one last client for the night."
And with a kiss on Violet's cheek, Mary was out the door.
Violet had gone to the same room she had been in the first night she had conversed with Eric. It was rather large, and the walls were hardly walls at all… they were bookcases filled with a great assortment of books. The room had many pieces of comfy furniture around it, but Violet's personal favourite part of the room was the chess table. She did not necessarily enjoy playing chess, but she liked the chess table because that was where she and Eric the vampire met most nights to play.
Violet did not really understand why Eric had taken an interest in talking with her, or why he even bothered to keep her company. But she was glad for it. If it hadn't been for Eric and Mary, Violet thought she might have died of boredom and loneliness.
Most night, Eric and Violet concentrated on the chess game. Eric always won, but Violet did not mind it for she spent most of her time staring at his beautiful blonde hair that was always wrapped up in the back.
Violet stood in the middle of the room, waiting. She did not have to wait long, for she quickly turned around at the sound of the door opening and footsteps walking into the room. Eric greeted her with a nod, and Violet frowned inwardly at the fact that he hardly smiled. He gestured her over to the chess table and they began to play swiftly.
"Do you know if there are any other gowns here?" Violet asked, whilst moving her pawn forward.
"Ah," Eric said, stumped. "Well, I do not usually wear gowns."
Violet giggled, "Yes, sir. But, I rather thought that you take them off."
Eric looked up from the table and raised his eyebrow at the girl who had begun to blush at what she had just said.
"Oh, I apologize for my bluntness. Mary has gotten all of that nasty talk into my head." She said as she threw her hands into her lap and then stared down at them shamefully.
Eric actually chuckled. "It is fine. I am quite used to women talking in that manner."
"What kind of women are you consorting with?" Violet gasped.
"None as proper as you, Violet." He smiled awkwardly. "I shall ask about the gowns for you."
The girl blushed a bit, and then a thought struck her. "Do you know what month it is?"
"I'm quite certain that I heard a human saying that it was August." Eric said, nonchalantly.
"I am 15," Violet said, going as white as Eric.
"Congratulations." Eric said, he did not quite care for birthdays.
"How have I been here for two years?" Violet asked, a pawn still in her hand.
"Checkmate." Eric said, "Time flies by when you are a vampire."
"I am not a vampire." Violet said, while standing up and walking towards the lounge chair and falling onto it in shock. Eric sighed and got up from his chair by the chess table, and walked over to Violet. He was not good with consoling others, and did not know what the girl's problem was with growing older.
"I do not understand what is wrong…" Eric confessed, sitting beside Violet awkwardly.
"I am a woman now. If I had stayed, I'd be married to an old man and having his children now." Violet said slowly, her nails digging into the lounge chair.
"And you wanted to be married to an old man and bear his children?" Eric asked, looking at her and noticing for the first time how much she had changed from the first time he had seen her, she was more womanly… but not yet a woman. Her face was more mature, yet still beautiful with youth. Her breasts were larger and her body seemed more curvaceous. She had grown taller.
"No, I never even wanted to marry. It's just… Am I going to grow into an old woman here, while you and all of the other vampires stay the same?" She choked up at the thought, and a salty tear fell down her pale cheek.
"I thought all girls wanted to marry…" Eric thought out loud.
"Yes, and become his servant for the rest of my life?" Violet said sarcastically.
Eric smiled at the girl once again, and she looked at him and smiled back. She had hardly seen him smile since she had met him less than a year ago. Eric leaned closer to her, they had never been this close save for when he saved her life. Violet noticed how close he was, and blushed a deep scarlet.
"Why do you blush?" Eric asked curiously.
"Well… I suppose I am being a silly girl." Violet said slowly looking over his handsome face.
"And why is that?"
"I… I rather thought you were going to kiss me." The young woman said, and Eric leaned close to her and kissed her gently and softly on the mouth, before kissing her cheek and taking it in his cold hand.
Violet was now the deepest red she had ever been, and could only look down at her hands. Eric got up from the lounge, kissed Violet on the top of her head and said:
"Goodnight," and with that, he left Violet alone in the room to giggle to herself.
Finally? A kiss! Woot! Don't get too excited though, it isn't that big of a deal! Gosh, thanks for reading! Please leave a review, I really want to know how you are liking it or disliking it. Thanks! 3