Yasmin blinked, her whole body still as she tried to sort out her thoughts. She wondered for a small moment if she had imagined it, but knew instinctively that she hadn't. She turned away immediately, walking to her bag on the bench. She felt her heart speed up slightly and tried to relax, breathing slowly. She picked up her cleats, slipping her flip flops on and sat, putting the rest of the gear in her bag.
It made sense. If she really thought about it, it made perfect sense. Rain's preternatural intuitiveness. Her strength. The way she always seemed to understand her moods. She still felt shell-shocked, surprised that it took her this long to realize what she really was. A vamp. And from knowing her for the last few years and working with her, a very strong one.
It took a strong living vamp to not get distracted, show their hunger, vamp out when they were upset or excited. She knew this not only from what was common knowledge, but from a few run-in's here and there. She usually could spot one pretty easily. At the club, at a restaurant, walking past her on the street. If they were undead, they were even more easy to spot. Living vamps had the advantage of being immune to the sun and being stronger than humans, but less than the undead. And they retained their soul.
Rain and her didn't hang out socially unless they were team functions. No reason to see her vamp out then. She was around friends, felt comfortable. Same with on the field. Although that must've taken a long time to really perfect. She knew from experience that playing could be exciting and that for a vamp if they truly loved what they were doing and were turned on by it like herself..well, she thought maybe she would have seen some sort of sign. But she hadn't. And maybe because she hadn't expected it.
There were living vamps that tried to hide what they were because they were ashamed, wanted to be liked for who they were and not what they could possibly give, like shadows, people that wanted the blood ecstacy, or those wanting to be undead. They would give anything for a chance with a living or even undead vamp so that they could live for centuries. The thought was not actually appealing to her. To live forever. Maybe until you were 100, then die naturally.
Undeads had scions, caretakers that they usually tried to find while they were still living. They were loyal, made sure they stayed with them, protected them from the sun, were their companions. Her big sister's best friend was a scion. A powerful one. Her man was a master vamp. Yasmin really did not know many vamps. A few as associates of her parents and one or two that she want to school with, but as a general rule, most of her friends were human, pixie, or witch. Were's were too uprediRainable. She had a Were boyfriend for all of two seconds. He wanted to make her his alpha, but she didn't want the hassle and the laws that went along with it. Great in bed though.
She was always wary of vamps. They seemed too aware of her, as if they could see inside of her thoughts. She didn't like the feeling of being invaded like that. She could wear amulets like everyone else, but chose only to wear them on occasion, usually for fun. Like taking the static out of her hair, or changing her eye color. Never to mask her scent, or to see if people were telling the truth. She didn't believe in living life as a game. It made her attractive to Weres and vamps for just this reason, so as a rule she stayed clear. Not that she didn't like the few she had come in contact with and met. They were funny, charming, sly, and generally were very polite. But they also sometimes left her feeling vulnerable, unsure.
When she was younger, about the age of 13, she had a friend who lived next door, a female vamp. They didn't hang out a lot, but enough that she called her a friend. Sometimes they would go ride bikes (even though her mom didn't like her to although she never explained why) near the railroad tracks and lazily lay in the sand near the beach, not talking much. She liked how they didn't really need to babble about inane things, that she, Liza, seemed content to be silent a lot of the time, like she did.
One day they were playing near the train tracks and she hurt herself, twisting her ankle. It had swollen immediately, turning slightly blue and when she tried to walk on it, she nearly fell on her butt. At thirteen, she wasn't tiny by any means, Liza even smaller than her. But Liza had picked her up carefully as though she was picking up a small bird, and carried her home, and at the time, that was over two miles. She knew Liza shouldn't have been able to carry her and it had never occured to her that she was a vamp until then. But she realized it during that walk, and Liza knew that she had figured it out.
They were sitting on the couch, Liza looking at her worriedly and a little nervously. "It's okay," Yasmin had whispered. They both understood what she meant. Liza blinked at her, a slight circle of black shimmering around her pupil. Yasmin watched, fascinated. Yasmin hadn't known any vamps up until then, and had not really known what kind of danger she was in. She just knew this was her friend.
Liza reached up, her hand cupping the back of her neck. Yasmin looked at her surprised, but unafraid. Liza's eyes got darker until they were almost black as they stared at one another. "I want..." Liza said softly, her thumb moving along her neck. Yasmin let out a breath, a slight shiver going through her. It made Liza's hand on her tighten. "Liza," Yasmin said softly, confused. Liza bent her head, her mouth running along her neck and Yasmin felt her heart speed up. First twinges of real physical desire swirled in her mind. "I won't do it, I won't.." she heard Liza whisper, sounding like she was pleading.
Yasmin's hand went to Liza's shoulder, trying to remain upright and Liza sunk just the tip of her teeth lightly into her neck. Yasmin gasped, feeling pain and then pleasure flow through her from her neck through her body, settling in her groin. Liza groaned, sucking and Yasmin moaned, not understanding. God, this was a vamp, biting her. It felt like nothing she could comprehend, especially as a thirteen year old virgin who hadn't yet started dating. All she knew was that she felt so good, that she didn't want her to stop.
But something inside her told her she wasn't ready, that this was something they shouldn't be doing. So she pushed against her, her hand shaking and Liza froze, her mouth coming away from her. "Stop, please," Yasmin whispered. Liza was so strong, her body unmoving. Liza's eyes were dark, almost unseeing. She saw her canines, longer than they should've been, glistening from her blood. Yasmin shivered. "Stop being afraid..and I'll be able to let you go," Liza whispered quietly, her whole body shaking with the effort to remain still.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm down, her heart beat slowing. She felt Liza's hand leave her and she took a deep breath, slowly opening her eyes. She was alone. Neck slightly throbbing and ankle biting. She had hobbled upstairs and put on a sweater, covering her neck where two small puncture wounds lay. She had cleaned the slight blood around them, surprised that she wasn't bleeding from them. She didn't see Liza again after that, her family moving almost a week later. She had never forgotten her, or what she had made her feel. The bite healed almost immediately, and you had to look really close to even see the slight scarring, which didn't even look like a bite.
Yasmin was straight, dated men, enjoyed sex with them, but sometimes she wondered what it would be like with a woman. She knew it wasn't only the bite that had attracted her to Liza when she was young and it had stayed with her, that feeling of intimacy. She sighed, zipping up her bag. What a time for all this to come back. Her memories of being with Liza, her wandering through life wondering what it was she was searching for. She had been single for the last 8 months, not really dating and she knew she was getting the itch. To be taken out. Courted. Cuddled. She needed some sort of release.
She stood, seeing Rain and Leia come in to the dugout out of the corner of her eye. Rain was so tall she had to duck when she came down the stairs. Her long auburn hair flowed down her back in a ponytail and her dark brown eyes were expressive as they flickered to her light blue ones. A moment ago, she had seen just a second of a flash of black in them that she had tried to hide by looking down and closing her eyes for a brief moment. If she hadn't been crouching at the angle she had, looking up at her eyes, she never would have seen it. Literally only 2 seconds and it was gone.
God, what kind of vamp was she that she could be so strong as to hide herself for this long? Vamps were turned on by smell and instinct propelled them to act, mostly in passion when the smell attracted them. Fear, lust, love..all those things could make them vamp on you. The eyes were always first. She had never seen that with Rain. It was like she had perfected the way her reactions looked outwardly. It bothered her that she had never noticed, and it made her wary that Rain was hiding it.
Rain would be adored in any circle, vamp, human or otherwise. She was intelligent, fiercely loyal, fun to be around, and genuinely sweet. She knew what was bothering her. The memory of Liza was bothering her. What she had made her feel. The only vamp she had unwittingly let her guard down with. Because she was afraid of what she felt. Had wanted and enjoyed it. A girl vamp at the time. Rain was a woman vamp. It seemed potent.
There was always this slight attraction to her though she never wanted to pinpoint it, and now this. She felt embarassed at her own thoughts and slung the bag over her shoulder, standing up. "Yasmin," she heard Rain's voice and she bit her lip, turning to see her throw her own bag over her shoulder as she approached her. "What's up?" she asked as they walked out of the dugout and went towards the long tunnel to the parking lot. "Are we still on for tonight?" Rain asked, her voice echoing along the cement. Yasmin looked at her questioningly and then she remembered. She told her she would help her with chem class tonight.
It was odd that she had asked, as they never spent time out of ball. But Rain had really been struggling with it, and Yasmin had the same teacher and same class last semester so it only seemed the logical choice to ask her for help. She almost wanted to make up an excuse to not come over. To a vamps house. She knew what it meant to willingly walk over the threshold of a vamps dwelling. It meant you entered freely and that whatever happened, you were allowing.
This was Rain. She trusted and loved her as a friend. She had never once felt anything other from her than solid friendship. She needed to stop being stupid and get over his misgivings. "Of course," she replied as they entered the lit lot, student milling around. "Awesome. I'll order some pizza or something?" Yasmin nodded, smiling. "Ok, give me an hour to take a shower and come over ok?" Rain grinned, "Great, thanks for doing this." She nodded. No sharp canines. Normally living vamps had longer canines, though not as pronounced as the undead. She didn't see any. Of course she could and probaby was wearing expensive caps that hid the longer teeth, made them look normal.
Okay, she needed to not make this a big deal. But she felt her heart beat quicker as she took her shower, wondered why she seemed to be taking more time, as though procrastinating. For a moment she almost wished she had a spell amulet allowing her smell to be neutral. No doubt if Rain was a vamp, she would be able to smell her if she was afraid or otherwise. Otherwise meaning turned on. The combination of her always being attractive to her, and finding out she was a vamp was almost too much. This was stupid. She was not going to sweat it. Rain had obviously lived her life under some serious control and self-restraint. She could too, right?
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Rain hitched up her jeans and turned the dial, preheating the oven. Her eyes went to ESPN and then back to what she was doing as she lit a few candles, trying to make the place smell nice. Yasmin never came over. By herself. They only hung out with other teammates and when they played ball. She loved Yasmin, thought she was probaby one of the coolest people she knew. She was smart as a whip, funny as hell, and an all around good person. And she was...well, she was extremely easy on the eyes. Long blond hair, big blue eyes, sun-dusted flawless skin, and she was strong. You had to be to Rainch some of the balls she threw. They got along almost too well.
Rain never vamped trying to understand Yasmin. She didn't like vamping at all and had worked her whole living vamp life learning how to control it. She couldn't turn her sense of smell off or her instincts that sometimes arose, but she controlled them, never letting her eyes give her away, years of practiced non-chalant posture now second nature. She always did very well. Except today.
She was pissed as hell. Angry for coach treating one of her teammates the way she did. Yelling at her in front of everyone. Yasmin had tried to intervene which brought another coach in and there were a lot of expletives. She wanted so much to get into the fray but knew if she let it get the better of her, she would vamp. Even just a little might scare them and it wouldn't be just in front of one person, but her whole team. She didn't want that. She spent her life trying to fit in at school and college, wanting to play ball professionally and not wanting anything to get in the way of it. People treated her differently when they realized she was a vamp. They either got timid and scared, or they turned into stalkers.
People always feared the unknown. She wasn't some out-of-control vamp that ran around biting everyone. And she didn't take shadows so she could have a ready source of blood. The fact was, she rarely if ever indulged. And when she did, it was with another vamp. The undead needed blood to survive, the living did not, although they craved it. Honestly though, she wasn't attracted to people that were weaker than her. She preferred someone strong and in control, that knew what they wanted. It inevitably led to like with like. At least there were no expectations.
Another reason she hardly ever indulged was because she mixed sex with her blood. If she didn't, she had a tendency to let her hunger take over, which was not a pretty sight. And she was very choosey about who she shared her bed with. She was a normal kid except of course for the fact that she liked blood every now and again, was stronger than the average alive person, and had an extraordinary sense of smell.
Her thoughts went to Yasmin as she popped the top off of a beer and opened the sliding glass door. Yasmin was her ideal. If she were a vampire, she would've been perfect. She knew that she preferred women at a very early age, but because she rarely indulged, no one knew. Her parents would kill her if they knew. They wanted her to continue the family line, another mini-me vamp to bring into the camarilla. Her family was one of the oldest vamp families in the south. She knew she was favored to someday take over the family business, but they could have it.
She had broke away early, but stayed just close enough to home to appease them in some small way. Give them a feeling of control over her. She knew her destiny was already mapped by her mother's family line, but she would be damned if she wasn't going to fight it tooth and nail. She wanted...more. Vamps would think she was crazy for saying it, but she loved having her soul and free will and wanted to just be happy. She didn't want to live eternally. She didn't want to be immortal. She just wanted to be like a human. Able to bleed and die and be happy, not have to worry about losing control or letting your instincts override other people's desires.
At first, she was wary around Yasmin. When she first met her, she had trouble being around her for long periods of time. She was afraid she would see right through her, not only see her interest, but God forbid she let her instincts get the better of her. Yasmin smelled like heaven. And she bet she tasted like it too. She was so strong, unafraid, and sexy as hell. She was almost too honest, and the compassion she held in her eyes always moved her. Like today, sticking up for the underdog. It was just who Yasmin was. And she loved it about her. She would give just about anything to be able to be herself completely around Yasmin, but her greatest fear was losing her as a friend.
Vampires, once uncovered, rarely were befriended because someone liked them. They usually wanted something. The rush of being bitten, or wanting even more. She liked being liked, felt a sense of worth, if sometimes maybe false, that she was an ok person. That craving blood sometimes didn't make her bad.
Once they spent more time together and she got used to the scent of her, both when she was excited and when she was happy (her two favorite smells) she felt more relaxed around her, able to control her desire. And after two years, they had become friends, their relationship on the field intense. Both of them strong-willed and competitive, they liked mowing down opponents. She trusted her 100% behind the plate and in front of it, and that was rare. They didn't hang out outside of ball for the obvious reasons, but she was desperate. She was not doing well in class, having fallen way far behind, and she needed to pass it to graduate in the summer.
She had debated asking Yasmin but finally gave in and Yasmin had of course agreed. She didn't like studying in libraries or coffee shops and Yasmin's apartment had roommates, so Yasmin had suggested her place. She knew she should have said no. Even though Yasmin didn't know she was a vamp and what that entailed, she knew what it meant, an innocent coming into her house. But she was the one that wanted a normal life right? And if she couldn't do this, couldn't handle this, then possibly she would never have one.
So she went to one of her closest friends and asked her for some strong amulets. One was to put above the entrance of the door that made the place neutral, so that no bespelling of any kind could happen to Yasmin. Bespelling could only be done by the dead, to the willing or unwilling. She herself could bespell only the willing. But if something happened, and she vamped, in her own place, she could bespell the unwilling as well. And she didn't want that to happen. Another amulet she put in the center of the room in a vase. It radiated through the house, masking some of the scent, mixing it with neutral scents so as to confuse her own sense of smell into a feeling of normalness.
Putting her caps on securely, she pulled out her books, then slipped the pizza in the oven. About ten minutes later, her eyes glued to the TV, she heard the knock. She felt her heart speed up momentarily and she went to the door, taking a big breath. She felt it leave her when she opened it. Yasmin stood in front of her. Looking edible. Clean from her shower, her damp hair pulled up, exposing her neck. She wore worn form fitting jeans and a t-shirt. She could make a friggin potato sack look appealing. She smiled down at her, barely looking at the amulet above her. Please let it work. And she stepped back to let her in.
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Yasmin closed her eyes briefly as she came into the house, trying to relax. Rain looked...sexy. Old worn jeans that were low on her hips, making the crotch long, a worn softball shirt, barefoot. God, it was starting already. She was glad she didn't have any free hands to hug her as she had books in one arm, a big bag in the other. Rain took the books without question and she brought the bag in with her to the kitchen.
The house smelled interesting. Like oranges and something fresh. She had never been here before and she looked around with interest. Large vaulted ceilings, big bay window and her eyes widened, seeing the infinity pool behind the sliding glass.
Dark wood furniture, dark suede couch, huge big screen TV. And she didn't have roommates. Obviously her family had money. Although you would never know it. She dressed like everyone else, wore a lot of the same stuff over. She didn't talk about her family much and she now realized why. If she was a living vamp, one or both of her parents were as well. They never came to games or any team functions. Rain still seemed happy despite it.
A few candles lit the room and it made it look comfortable and elegant at the same time. She eyed Rain as she spread out the books. She had no idea what kind of life she led before she met her, but knew affluence when she saw it. And looking at her in her surroundings, she saw that it fit her quite well. She didn't look out of place whatsover.
She walked to the window and peered outside. "God, what a view. Rain, you have a gorgeous place." "Thank you," Rain's voice came from the living room. She came to the table and saw Rain standing near the fridge. "Would you like something to drink?" "What are you drinking?" "Beer," Rain said sheepishly. Yasmin smiled, "Beer sounds good." "Alright," Rain winked conspiratoraly. Yasmin sat and looked at Rain's book, open to where she was having difficulty. Of course it had to actually be the most difficult part of the course. Well, she knew Rain was smart. She was just stuck and from the looks of it, behind.
Rain brought her beer and they dug in for about twenty minutes until the timer went off. Rain went to the kitchen and pulled the pizza out, cutting it into slices as she came to sit at the island. They munched on pizza, talking about ball for a little bit until they couldn't put off the books looming in front of them. They went back to the table and worked for another few hours. She loved when Rain understood something, her face lighting up. She had slowly relaxed being in her place and she knew part of the reason why. When she had come in and turned to see Rain shut the door, she saw the amulet.
One of her witch friends had told her about it but she had never seen it at work. It was an amulet that was hung near doors so that when someone walked in, they were not bespelled. She immediately understood and loved the fact that Rain had it. It was for the safety of anyone that came into the house, lest she start to vamp for some reason. A precaution. The candles and the smell that had surrounded her when she walked in masked the scent of others. If she hadn't known that she was a vamp and recognized these signs, she would have had no idea what she was looking at or smelling.
She looked at Rain with renewed respect. That she was trying to protect her from...well, her. And she felt her eyes slowly open. Yeah, she was definitely attracted to her and not just because she was a vamp. Because she was so damn sweet. Finally, Yasmin begged off from the studying and they went to sit on the couch. Rain slouched next to her, and she noticed that she was careful to not touch her with her legs as she sprawled herself out.
They each had another beer, and Yasmin watched sports highlights with her for a bit, both of them laughing and arguing about MLB teams. Yasmin got up to go the bathroom and when she came back, she found herself sitting closer to Rain, their legs almost touching as she tried to get comfortable. Rain had brought them another beer and she could see her try to rearrange her mile long legs, but still they touched. Rain rubbed her face lightly, changing the channel to MTV. Yasmin was feeling the third beer slightly and she bit her lip, looking at Rain under her lashes.
Rain's cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes on the TV. Almost too intently. They were never physical with one another, Rain not being physical with anyone really. She understood why now, but it didn't make her want to touch her any less. Rain's arm had gone behind the couch and she took a slow breath, then leaned her head back against it.
She felt Rain stiffen slightly next to her, but she didn't move away. They also were never this close to one another, at least not for an extended amount of time. She felt like snuggling with her. Knew it wasn't bespelling that was making her want it. She knew that Rain could probably smell her now. The amulet for the smell was fine if you weren't practically sitting in someone's lap, but this was different. And they were touching. And she knew Rain's scent was now on her.
She saw Rain shift a little, could tell she wanted to get up, but didn't. Was it because she really didn't feel comfortable with her in this way, or was it her instincts? She finished her beer, setting it down, then put her hand lightly on Rain's leg. She felt the muscle tense under her, saw Rain look down at her hand and then away, trying to hide her eyes. She wanted to see them. Needed to see them. She reached out, and Rain took her wrist loosely, looking towards her, but still hiding her eyes behind those long lashes.
"Do you not want me to touch you?" Yasmin asked softly. Rain bit her lip, then answered, "I do, which is probably why you shouldn't," her voice low, like gray silk. She felt an answering call in her body as it slowly woke up. Rain felt it, her eyelids closing as she held herself still. Yasmin felt her heart thump loudly, blood rushing to her ears. She reached for Rain's face again and she tilted her head up to look at her, Rain hesitating and then opening her eyes.
They were rimmed with black, her nose flaring, taking in her scent, her expression almost scared. A scared vampire. She cupped it, "I won't if you say no." Rain blinked at her, realizing that Yasmin understood what she was, and that she wasn't running away. "I can't," Rain said softly. Yasmin didn't know if that meant because she wanted to but couldn't or if she really wanted this. Yasmin felt unsure, slowly dropping her hand but when she went to pull back, Rain's arm went around her, keeping her tucked into her side.
Yasmin exhaled, watching her. "You know what I am," she said quietly. "Yes," Yasmin whispered. "You aren't afraid." "I trust you." Rain swallowed, and she saw her surprise. "Maybe you shouldn't," Rain breathed, not letting her go. "Why?" Yasmin asked, her heart speeding up. "I could hurt you with what I want." Yasmin felt her stomach butterfly. The silence was thick as they stared at one another, the flickering candle throwing light over her now almost black eyes. She felt the place where she had been bitten tentatively so long ago start to thrum against her neck. Passion. Desire.
Rain started, her eyes moving from her eyes to her neck. She could see it. Even though it was invisible to the naked eye, Rain was looking right at it. It had never burned with heat like it did right now. Ever. Once in awhile, she felt a slight twinge. It was obvious that it changed when there was need involved. But only with a vamp. Rain reached out, slowly running her finger along the side of her neck, touching where she once had been taken and Yasmin suppressed a moan, her eyes growing heavy.
"You've been bitten," she whispered, almost in shock. "When I was young," Yasmin managed, Rain's fingers still on her neck. "But you're not bound." It wasn't a question, just a statement. Yasmin shook her head, "No, we were both only thirteen," she whispered. "Why didn't he bind you?" Rain wondered out loud. Yasmin shook her head, "She didn't because I said no." She knew Rain had taken in her words, both the gender and her saying no. "God, you're one strong woman," Rain said softly, their eyes on one another again.
Yasmin raised her eyebrow as Rain's fingers left her neck. "Does that turn you on?" She had no idea where the words had come from. She was never this forward. Rain laughed low, her eyes now all black. "You have no idea." Yasmin smiled slowly. "You turn me on." Rain bit her lip, "Yeah?" Yasmin nodded. Rain's head turned, looking towards the door and Yasmin followed her eyes. The amulet. She was understanding that she wasn't accidentaly bespelling her. "It's you." Rain turned her head, looking at her. She knew Rain understood what she meant. That it was Rain that was turning her on. Not pheremones. But her love and desire for her.
"I don't know how you've been able to fly under the radar, being unbound," Rain said softly. Yasmin nodded, "I'm damn lucky. I think I might've been waiting." Rain waited, not understanding. "For the right person to find me." Rain's breathing changed, her tongue darting out to touch her left canine. "I....damn Yasmin...I'm afraid." "I know, that's why I know it's you I've been waiting for to claim me. But if you don't want me, I can understand. I don't want to ask something of you that you don't want to do."
Rain shook her head, "I want to, have wanted to ever since I first met you." Yasmin smiled shyly at her and Rain pulled her closer. "I just think....maybe this is going to fast. I'm worried that you will change your mind afterwards, and then it will be too late," she tapered off in a small voice. "I've had since I was 13 to think about what I really wanted. And what that was was to be loved for who I am, to love someone for who they are without reservations. I don't want to live my life holding back and being scared. And I don't want you to either. We can give each other what we are looking for," Yasmin said slowly.
The emotion washed over Rain's face, knew she longed for that acceptance and love. Love for who she really was. She had known Rain for years before this, it was a solid base already. "You..love me?" Rain whispered, tentative. "I love you very much, and I accept you for who you really are. I want to be with you. In all ways." Rain let out a long breath and then picked her up effortlessly, the strength of a vamp, and stood, wrapping her legs around her waist.
"I never thought you'd ever be mine. Someone as perfect as you. Someone as powerful, someone worth loving," Rain whispered, her mouth drawing across Yasmin's. Yasmin's arms tightened around Rain's neck. "You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet," Yasmin let out, feeling her eyes well up. Suddenly, both of them froze, the doorbell ringing. Rain's eyes went to the door and she set her down gently. She watched her as her eyes slowly changed back to brown, a slight black rim surrounding them. She looked at her apologetically and Yasmin smiled reassuringly up at her. They had all the time in the world.
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Frustrated, Rain felt her shoulders slump as she threw her bag into her room, yanking off her top. She hated being away from Yasmin, especially after what had transpired. It had been an urgent message from home and they had to part. Rain had gone home a state away and had just gotten back today. Her mother had finally passed into the undead. She always did like to prolong the inevitable.
She took a quick shower and then slid into jeans and a sweater, grabbing her keys. Yasmin had told her than when she got back, to come to her place. That she would be waiting. And Rain wanted nothing more than to see her. She drove fast, sliding through the lanes with ease. When she got there, she saw the apartment lights were on and she knocked.
One of her roommates opened the door and the look she gave her struck her as odd. "What's up?" she asked her, as she closed the door. "Yasmin has a visitor. A vamp...she's sort of creeping me out." Rain felt her tongue get stuck to the roof of her mouth. What vamp? She felt her heart stutter as her roommate pointed towards the living room. She walked slowly, opening up her scent passages, smelling both Yasmin and whoever was with her. Yasmin's scent seemed confused but excited. The other scent was strong and it was flowing over the room and on Yasmin as well.
She closed her eyes. Had she been bespelled? The scent of the other vampire was complex. Whoever it was, was very strong. Stronger than her. She turned the corner and stepped into the room. Yasmin's eyes went up to hers, surprised and the vamp turned her head, her eyes flashing slightly as their eyes met. Rain felt hers shimmer, controlled it. "Rain," Yasmin said softly, standing. Rain didn't move, but nodded.
The vamp slowly stood and turned all the way to face her. Yasmin hesitated, watching them. "Rain, this is Liza. Liza, this is my teaammate Rain." Fuck, she said teammate, and Rain wanted to cringe. Whoever this was, left Yasmin feeling anxious and not necessarily in a bad way. And then she understood immediately who this was. This was who had bit her so long ago. She saw the possession in her eyes, the question in them. She couldn't fight for her. The woman had come back for her, was her first bitten. And no matter how strong Rain thought she was, she wouldn't be able to best her in order to win Yasmin. Yasmin would have to choose. And she didn't want to watch her have to do that. She loved her too much to see her struggle with a decision.
They nodded at one another, civil. The woman was beautiful. Long flowing black hair and green eyes. Almost as tall as her with a regal posture. She saw Yasmin had realized what she had just said, embarassed, but Rain didn't acknowledge it, as her eyes went to Liza's as they stepped to one another and shook hands. Her aura was lighter than she would've thought, and her face remained warm.
"Nice to meet you," Rain said softly. "Likewise, Rain." Rain stepped back slowly her eyes meeting Yasmin's briefly and then she turned, not able to stay in the room. This wasn't her girl anymore and neither was the room. Before Yasmin could say anything else, she walked towards the kitchen. She stayed for a brief moment and then went out the back door, breathing in the cool night air. Damn. Two weeks made all the difference in the world. She felt like crying as she made her way back to the car. Hope that had blossomed and was so strong died on a whisper and she felt cold and dark.
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Yasmin excused herself from Liza not long after Rain had left the room and she went to the kitchen. God, why had she said teammate? It slipped out of her mouth and it wasn't at all what she intended but she felt flustered by Liza showing back up in her life after all these years. She had seen emotion flicker in her eyes and then they went dead, and she felt her heart clench. She had hurt her. Of course she had. She was such a screwup.
Rain had deferred to Liza and had immediately left the room. She didn't want her to leave. "Where is Rain?" Tina shook her head, "She said goodbye and went out the backdoor I think." Yasmin felt her heart stop. Fuck. Rain had felt she wasn't good enough, that Yasmin didn't want her because Liza was here. Liza had taken her by suprise, but she wasn't intending to sleep with her or have her bite her at all. She had no idea why she had said teammate but when she had introduced her to Liza, she wanted it to be neutral. And she knew it had been the absolute wrong thing to do.
She felt her eyes tear up. God she had looked so good and she had missed her so much for the few weeks she had been gone. She made her way back into the living room where Liza was standing near the window. "Is she the one you want?" Liza asked softly. Yasmin felt her neck start to throb, knew that Liza's pheremones were kicking out and she fought the feeling. "Yes," Yasmin said softly, not approaching her.
Liza bowed her head and then nodded. "I knew I shouldn't have waited so long to come find you. And now it's too late," she said quietly. "I'm sorry.." Yasmin whispered. "Don't be. Her aura was very clean, very strong. Definitely strong enough to be your equal. Probably why you are both attracted to one another the way you are." Yasmin bit her lip, watching her. Liza stepped forward and touched her face gently, "Go after her. She is hurting enough for the both of you." Yasmin's face tingled and she nodded, her tears starting to fall.
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Rain slammed her door and didn't turn on any lights. She cranked up the music and threw some whiskey in a glass. She hated herself. She hated what she was. She would never be able to do anything right. Never be able to love and be loved by someone worthy. She didn't deserve Yasmin if she couldn't stand up to another vamp for her love.
She downed the whiskey, pouring more into a glass. She walked barefoot through the house, lighting a few candles and opened the sliding door, looking out at the night sky. Her hunger was strong tonight. She hadn't indulged in over two years. No wonder why she was so out of sorts.
Angry, she swallowed more of her drink, Evanescene coating her with their sorrow. She didn't know how long she stood in her own darkness when she heard someone walking towards her door. Her ears zeroed in on the sound and she heard the knock. She finished her drink and strode to the door, not in the mood for company.
When she opened it, she almost had the urge to shut it again. Yasmin stood in front of her, soaked from the rain that had started to pour, her blond hair looking dark, her blue eyes full of apology. "Can I come in?" she asked softly. Rain shrugged, "Enter at your own risk. I don't have an amulet above the door," she said, her voice low, taunting and she turned, walking through the dark house. She heard the door shut, heard Yasmin follow her into the kitchen.
The light shone as she opened the freezer, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. "I'm sorry Rain," Yasmin pleaded, tears in her eyes which Rain forced herself to look away from. Her heart was aching. It had never felt like this. "You made it clear what I really am to you. And there's no need to apologize. I hate who I am as it is," she nearly spat and left the kitchen, taking the glass from the island.
She was almost at the sliding door when she felt Yasmin's arm on her hand, her heat on her and Rain whipped around quickly, her vampness getting the best of her as she grasped her hand, not hurting her but holding it away from her, firmly. She knew her eyes had gone completely black.
"Stop, Yasmin. I can't be..I can't give you what Liza can give you. She's the only one that will truly invoke that bite..the response you had towards it. I'm nothing compared to her," Rain said harshly, tears threatening to fall. "Rain, please. I love you, I don't want to be with her..I only want you." Rain looked at her disbelieving. "I don't feel it anymore," she said, her voice gone flat.
Yasmin's tears flowed as she took Rain's hand, placing it over her heart. "Feel it. Please say you feel it. Because it's real. I'm sorry baby. I don't know why I introduced you to her like that. It came out all wrong..was not what I meant." Rain's eyes were downcast, her shoulders falling slightly.
"She doesn't even compare to you." Rain's head came up, sorrow in them but she saw her listening. "You are who I want. Please believe me," she said softly, cupping her face in her hands. Rain looked at her, felt her heart hammering under her hand, her scent one of love, and fear. But not fear of her, fear of losing her. Yasmin touched her forehead to hers and wrapped her arms around her neck. Rain felt her own arm go around her lower back, the bottle still in her hand, tentative. Her other hand still remained at her side, their eyes on one another.
Rain felt the tension dissapate slightly. "I know why she came back. And it's justified. I won't stand in her way, she loved you first. Because I can tell there is care there from her. I want to fight for you, but she will ultimately win if I do," she admitted in a whisper, even though she didn't want to. Yasmin shook her head, "I choose. I choose my future and who I want to share my body and blood with. And I've made my choice. Rain, I won't lose you. I told her that you are the one I choose."
Rain let out a slow breath, finally believing her and she dropped the bottle, bringing her into her arms and Yasmin let out a soft sound as she tightened her hold on her, burying her face in her neck. Yasmin had chosen her over an obviously stronger and superior vampire who still had a hold on her through her saliva in the bite she had given her, and she felt her heart kick start into overdrive. "Mine," Rain said in a ragged voice, carrying her into her bedroom. "Yes," Yasmin said softly.
They reached the room, dim lights on, silk sheets on an unmade bed. She lay Yasmin on it and without preamble, Yasmin took off her shirt and bra, then stood, undoing her pants, pulling her thong off with them. "Fuck," Rain breathed, following suit, her clothes following hers onto the floor. "God, you are so so sexy," Yasmin whispered, reaching for her and Rain came over her, their mouths meeting hungrily.
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Their bodies wound around one another as their mouths fed, Yasmin knew she was already wet, ready for her. She looked up at her darkly, full of desire, and ran her finger over Rain's canine. Rain hesitated, then reached up, taking off one and then the other cap revealing longer canines, too long to be human. Yasmin blinked up at her, then gave her a shy smile. Rain growled low, her mouth trailing over her skin, her sharp teeth gentle across her body, over her breasts, tongue on her nipples, then lower.
Yasmin moaned, Rain's tongue between her legs, on her clit, her body on fire. "Please," she whispered, needy. Rain moved up her body, her fingers between her legs, their mouths meeting. Rain's mouth went to where her long-ago bite was and Yasmin gasped, arching under her, her legs twining around her lips. Rain looked at her intently, her words slow, "You give this to me?" Yasmin felt her body relax into her voice, "Yes." Rain sighed softly, holding her close, the last vestiges of hesitancy falling away.
Rain's mouth went to her neck again, and gently she slipped her teeth into her, her fingers following suit below and there was only slight pain and then enormous pleasure as she groaned, feeling like her body was suspended above her. She cried out, her hands grasping her as she felt her pull strongly on her, her fingers sliding in and out of her warm depths, her clit engorged as she kept her thumb on it, running her wetness over it again and again. "Rain...don't...stop..." she moaned, her body starting to tremble under Rain's stronger one.
Rain groaned and pulled again, her blood flowing into her mouth and Yasmin thought she was going to pass out from the ecstacy as her vagina clenched tightly and then she was climaxing, her body shuddering and twisting as Rain took her blood and her body, the feeling indescribable.
