Misiunea Unei Regine
Ketti:*whistles a jaunty tune while digging a hole with a shovel, a wriggling sack at her side* What? This, pff... none of your business.
No, but, seriously, my muse told me to dig her grave. So I am. What? People need to obey their muses. ;)
I feel bad for never updating, sorry. So here's a prewritten chapter. Enjoy?
At around midnight, Seras snuck out of her room quietly, leaving her Master in her coffin to rest.
She followed the faint noises of giggling while her thoughts trailed dangerously away from the mission at hand to her Master. She remembered when thirty years ago he barely even came around her to teach her anything. He was always aloof and mocking. She'd been too excited and focused on her undercover mission to go over the thoughts and feelings she had about her Master's current behavior. Now he seemed to crave her attention and wouldn't leave her side. The Draculina was wondering what had changed in him to make him act this way.
Seras was momentarily disturbed by the thought that while both of the vampires were here at this school, Integra was left unprotected. But there wasn't enough time to dwell on that subject before she came to a halt on the edge of the eerie forest, where the giggles were oddly coming from.
The Draculina puffed out her chest and cleared her mind of wandering thoughts, closing her mind to anyone around her and sending out her shadow tendrils to survey the area around her. So far, so good.
She snuck in between the bushes and trees, her feet almost slithering on the ground, rather then walking or running. She came to the edge of a small clearing where her hearing had taken her and masked her presence completely.
The giggling was louder now and obviously right in front of her. She opened her senses around her and drunk in the details of the place around her. There were about four women in the circle with a man. beneath the giggling she could hear a deep chuckle. Not nearly as wonderful as her Master's laugh.
Seras glanced up, saw a handy branch, and carefully levered herself up, while still protected by the bulk of the tree to keep her from other prying eyes. She blinked, and had to fight the urge to snort in disbelief. The male, David, was passing around an unlabeled bottle that she knew contained alcohol. These girls were idiots! Not only were there three disappearances already in the school year, they were getting wasted in the cliché dark and spooky woods – oh so easy to get lost at night – and had snuck a boy onto campus. Any campus guard with ears could hear them.
Stupid teenagers doing stupid things wasn't much of a surprise, but she was disappointed. They all smelled perfectly human, and nothing – other than herself – suggested that there was anything otherworldly within shouting distance of the group. But she couldn't very well tell Sir Integra that, now could she? Giving up from mere appearances. She groaned mentally and hoisted herself higher to perch in the fork of the branches, carefully wrapping herself in shadow to obscure her presence further. She'd just sit and wait and watch the scene unfold.
'What am I, a baby sitter?'
Seras really hoped for her sake that the stupid teenagers didn't get frisky. For some reason she couldn't stand the smell of human lust. Maybe it was her mind's defense, telling her coupling with humans was no good.
Regardless of current company, the Draculina had to keep an eye on the forest around her. She vaguely remembered the figure she'd seen in the forest not many days ago and her shadows subconsciously writhed around her and moved up the trees, sucking up any ounce of life they could get their little tendrils on, but Seras was too preoccupied to notice how they drained the life from the plants around them, or the dark figure crouched near by.
'Oh lord, please no.' She whined to herself, seeing two of the girls break off from the circle to start snogging like vacuum cleaners. Her stomach curdled from the sickening waves of pheromones filling the air and she drew a wisp of her shadow to filter her nose. Horny teenagers, god save the queen.
'I can feel your embarrassment from here, Police Girl.' Her Master's voice oozed into her head and she froze. 'What are you doing?'
Running her right hand across her face in exasperation, she kept half an eye on the pair sucking face, and the other half watching the other three light something to pass around with the booze. 'I'm on a surveillance mission, Master.' She reminded him in as patient a mental tone of voice she could manage, 'I have to follow leads… even if they're horny teenagers getting drunk in the woods.'
His laughter boomed between her ears, harsh and mocking, and she was just about to rudely slam her mental barriers up like a teenager would their bedroom door when he stopped and she felt a phantom caress across her cheek. 'My poor little Police Girl.' He cooed, and she could swear she felt lips against her ear, 'Not into voyeurism?'
She flushed bright red at his words and nearly sputtered aloud, but clamped a hand to her lips to stop herself. She squealed silently inembarrassment and did slam her mental walls up in his incorporeal face. God!
Seras reveled in the silence when her Master didn't bother to break through her defenses, but she visibly cringed when she smelled a little too much of the Human's excitement. She figured she could just not breathe, but she needed her heightened smell to watch out for potential enemies lurking about. She couldn't get that figure from the other day out of her mind as she drifted off in thought of other things that might not involve her Master in a certain character's from a certain movie's pants.
Many horrid and gruesome hours later (She was sure the other females would think the opposite) she was allowed her freedom and took to the sky in her tiny bat form. The tiny bat enjoyed the wind ruffling her little bits of fur and let out a happy screech, twirling in the air and almost falling straight down when she felt a lager weight crash into her from above.
Seras silently cursed her Master's need to scare the shit out of her when she got a glimpse of his form drifting away mockingly. He was obviously laughing at her expense.
Baring her tiny bat teeth in aggravation, she flicked her ears in a dismissive gesture and decided to dive bomb the trees and hide under the canopy. One could argue – easily – that it was childish, but, hell, wasn't this past week all about childish? The past thirty years meant nothing for her personal growth when her Master was involved.
Ooh, tasty bug. Oh, wait, eww…
His mocking laughter filled her head once more and she rolled her eyes, tipping her right wing to narrowly miss the trunk of the tree in front of her, only to hit the leafy ground with a thud as that same weight from before crashed into her. That hurt.
Just like every vampire had a familiar and a bat, every vampire also had a wolf. And it was unfortunate for Seras that her form was always smaller then her Master's, but she used his current distraction and turned into her blonde wolf form, taking off into the forest and licking her chops, trying to get the nasty aftertaste of bug out.
It was only a matter of time before her Master decided he still wanted to 'play' and toppled her over once again. The Draculina had to admit that this was the most fun she'd had in the past week, playing with her Master and she couldn't help the irritation she felt at herself about the sudden loss of the thirty years of dignity she had built around herself.
A traitorous little part of her sneered 'dignity shmignity' and she rolled her eyes at herself, leaping easily over a fallen log only to feel – once again – a weight slam into her. She grunted as the wind was knocked out of her, temporarily pinned beneath the looming black form of her Master as a wolf.
She tried to roll out from under him, but yipped in surprise when he smacked a heavy paw into her shoulders, pinning her once more to the leafy floor. He bared his teeth at her in a parody of a grin, and she growled softly, ears pinned flat to her head. His lips peeled back further to show the gums and he nearly snarled in return, snapping his teeth at her nose and moving the paw to her throat, adding pressure warningly. She lashed out with her back feet, but he moved easily, and the weight increased on her neck, making her whine. He snorted and tossed his head.
What did he…oh, that's right. She'd watched plenty of documentaries over the years – boredom mostly – and remembered one in particular about wolves and dominance. Fuck.
Her tail quivered as she restrained the urge to growl again, forcing herself to lift her head, and paws, showing her vulnerable belly and throat.
In a flash he had his own much larger form pressed into hers, pinning her bodily to the ground with his muzzle shoved under hers to prevent her from biting him in retaliation. She voiced an odd growling hiss and flailed, trying to roll and flip their positions.
He opened his mouth and pressed the tips of his razor teeth into the soft fur of her throat, and she stilled instantly. Animal instincts be damned, he was doing this on purpose!
She could hear a ghostly chuckle in her ears as small beads of blood gathered and caught in her fur. A warm tongue licked them away and she shuddered, whining again.
His nose chucked against her chin and she grudgingly obeyed, arcing her head up until she was staring upside down at the trees. Was that movement?
As if sensing her sudden preoccupation he growled lowly and thrust his hips down at her, and she yelped. Oh god! He did it again and ground against her very suggestively, and struck before she could swing her head up and attempt to fight him off. She wasn't going to have her first time as a wolf!
She gave a low moan like whine in her throat as his teeth pierced fur and flesh, her hot blood pumping into his mouth with the aid of her frantically beating heart. She had the vague sensation that she was forgetting something important, but her mind was lost to the addictive bliss associated with vampire bites – when they were being nice, anyways, it could hurt a lot if they wanted it to.
Her wolf's mindset couldn't handle it any longer, and in a ripple of her powers she began to shrink. Disturbingly, her Sire did not follow her example, and she soon found herself a five foot something blonde and buxom female, pinned to the forest floor by a randy black wolf. Oh fuck no.
Bringing her hands up, she growled at him and forced the beast's jaws open, disappearing in a flex of her powers into a portal that closed itself as quickly as it appeared, and she bolted into the shower with her senses on high alert for another little … 'play' session.