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Chapter 1 - Murder At the Butcher's
"And I want that with extra ham, you hear?"
"Sir, there is one minute until we close. I'm going to have to ask you to not order anything else. Just stay here I'll be right back."
The boy running the butcher's counter cursed the closing shift and prepared all the meats this annoying demanding customer ordered. Each chop of his cleaver was more frustrated than the last, thunks getting louder as he went through the list of cuts.
"Okay sir, here is everything and-" The man wasn't standing impatiently at the counter. He wasn't standing at all. The boy stepped out from behind the counter. There was no blood glistening the tile floor but the man was sprawled out in the moon light. His skin was a sickly shade of blue from the dingy neon sign flickering outside the door. The boy nudged the body with his foot. He was as dead as a door knob. Only once this sunk in did the boy shriek, dropping his meat cleaver to the floor in a panic and running for the phone. He spun the rotary dial and phoned the station.
Lovella Channing was enjoying a good mug of beer after a club sandwich. She scanned the crowd but The Golden Apple had the same folks it always had. It was past happy hour. Anyone she maybe could've flirted with had peeled off either to hail a cab or likely eat each other out in the rooms upstairs.
"No whiskey today Channing?" The bartender said when she took her plates from her.
"No Marz, not on a case- no whiskey."
"No cute girl either."
"Get off my back, one day I'll find someone. What happened with you and that moonshiner?"
"She and I were a one time thing. Seriously, don't give me that look. Lovella you know I don't double dip. I-"
Lovella put down her mug and turned quickly to the window. "Thanks Marizpan, see you tomorrow." She fished out some cash to pay her tab, finished the last of her pint in one go, and left as Marzipan called out, "G'Night Channing!"
I didn't like leaving in the middle of polite conversation like that, not to Marz anyways, but I could hear a shrill shrieking cry sharp as a knife in the chill night air. No one else could, and that's how these things always start. I put my hat on and pulled my trench coat closed. Thankfully it was raining strong and steady, this gave every smell in the air a stronger hit, and I recognized blood on the wind immediately. I stalked it through the streets to a much quieter part of the city, residential, with a street of shops, one had its sign still on and a stench of death luring me in.
"Oh thank goodness you're here!" A nervous little thing opened the door for me. I looked him up and down- young kid, flop of hair, scared to hells gates and back, evidently left with no one of seniority to deal with the situation for him. And a situation it was.
"Step away from the body, leave everything where it is." I told him, and pulled out my polaroid for an initial snap.
"So, Wes, you come back in he's flopped over," I took down everything he rambled to me, "You didn't hear nothing but you said the chopping was loud. Alright, and the cleaver there is-"
"I didn't do it!"
"I know kid I know. The cleaver is yours, you dropped in shock, alright got it." He nodded and I got this all in my legal notebook. "Look, the pigs will come around in a sec you tell 'em what you need to. But right now, pick up the cleaver wash it and put it where youse supposed to." I took a good look at the victim, the blood was strongest at his head and lo and behold snake bites on the neck. The cops could have fun with that. I got the kid's number and the shops', "If you need anything, if the pigs give you trouble, you dial me up I'll see what I can do, and I'll call you if I find anything they wouldn't've."
"Thank you Sir,"
"Channing, Detective Channing." I flip him my card.
"Oh sorry Ma'am,"
"Sir is just right kid." I shook his shoulder and he smiled, "Only tell those pigs exactly what they ask and then have them drive you home."
"Alright Sir, thank you Sir."
I didn't understand it, I could've sworn they were snake bites, and that the cops would be getting animal control, but when I pinned up the polaroids to the walk in my office, I noticed it was two, not four, piercings on the victims neck. I needed a pick me up. After locating a bag of beef jerky I came back to my board, gnawing on a piece after piece as I worked.
At 1:00 am I closed up the old case files I was cross referencing, took my hair out of its bun, and went to sleep on the leather sofa. I got a call at a bright and early 7:00 am, it was Wes, the boy from the butcher shop.
"Detective Channing, I left everything but the cleaver right where it was. And the cops didn't touch nothing neither. They carefully took the body, then just put up some funny chalk and crime tape. But I come in just now and the bag of all the meat I cut for the man is gone."
"I see, thank you Wes, and which kinds of meat were they exactly." He rattles out a list to me that I jot down. I grab some biscuits and ate them on the railcar as I make my way back to the butcher's. I take out the list of meat cuts and see if I can sus out the scent of any. The petrichor is on my side and I get a lead. I'm taken down a winding path of streets and alleys until I come upon a block which used to be a subway entrance but is in limbo while restructuring of local infrastructure takes place. More importantly, I hear someone down there, chewing. I take out my one shot pistol, it isn't much but it will get people to behave, or a girl to her knees if that's what she's into. I have a penlight but choose not to use it.
I slip into the shadows descending into the station. The gnawing and chewing sounds are closer, smacked lips, tearing of flesh, meat swallowed, an organ being ripped asunder. Suddenly two eyes meet mine in the dark, reflective like a cat's and unmistakably red. Now, my eyes are also reflective so when we make eye contact I know they've seen me.
"I mean no harm if you mean no harm." I say, pistol trained on the pair of eyes.
"I do mean harm, but we'll see if it's to you." The figure says. A big clunk, an electric jolt and the dilapidated station lights flicker on and stay flickering. But I can see her- clad in a satin red suit and black pencil skirt, tight with a ripped slit from thigh to hip. Short hair messily half obscured her face but I could tell just the same there was blood dripping from her lips, in her hand, a disembodied arm with bites out of it. I knew the look of hunger on any face and her eyes brimmed with blood lust. My legs trembled in something the opposite of fear.
"I didn't mean to disturb your meal." I said and carefully holstered my pistol.
She stepped closer, "You already have. Maybe you would like to join me?" I knew from the way she tilted her head she could smell me for what I was. I hadn't eaten lunch yet today, but I was also on a case, and I also did have some standards.
"Do you know the location of a delivery of cold cuts misplaced some time last night?" I said with a hint of taunt on my tongue.
"It's right here, Ma'am," She revealed from the darkness the bag, untouched aside from the blood now hand printing it as she held it up to me.
"Sir, actually,"
"Sir-"
"Channing, Detective Channing." As soon as I said this I knew it was a mistake. The habitual slip might very well cost me my life, or at least my neck.
"Detective!" The woman's voice escalated into a shriek not unlike the one I heard last night. She pounced on me and grinned as she tackled me down to the ground baring her teeth and, fangs, at me. Two could play this game. I flipped her over and bared my own teeth which elongated as I growled. I shook out my hair as my shape began to change, I was still matched with her strength but my nails becoming claws, body hair becoming proper fur, and the tail, took her aback.
"If you're not like them why do you work for them?" She scowled,
"They haven't done anything to me, at least not yet. Is there some reason you gotta take from them and not animals? Don't you have animal meat right there? I live off animal meat just fine."
"They have hunted me and left me to hide and then driven me out of any place I can hide. Stores are not open much when the sun has also closed up for the day. But people wander the streets in the open night air when all the world is shadows. When I try to take from animals as you say so righteously this is what happens-"
She gestures to the man on the ground and also to a scar across her lips. Her mouth had not been dripping only with blood of her victim but also of her own. She grunts and pins me down again. Without thinking I lean up and want to lick the blood off her lips and lap at her wound. I catch myself, stopping inches from her lips, and pull away.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
"Are you insulting me? Trying to take my blood from me?"
"It's-" I don't want to say pack instinct, it isn't pack instinct really, it isn't- it's just blood. "We both share a thirst for blood. Though I fancy mine from animals and you are no animal."
"I am no animal yet I have you at fang point." She jeers, breath against my neck.
"I don't call myself an animal and I won't call you one neither. That word's only for those who hate our very existence." She's took close, my breath hitches, "I highly recommend you not to bite my neck, you do not know everything it entails."
She backs up an inch and frowns, "You don't hate me then. And you don't want me to feed off of you. But you are a detective, I see no other choice than to end you here and now. Besides I'm still starving"
"What if I told you I wouldn't rat you out." I didn't know what I was saying but she was too hot, I kept my mouth moving. "I've wrangled the pigs into a cold case before, a little file misplacement never hurt no body when I do it. It's not like the pigs do anything mighty useful when they catch someone. If you don't want my help I can be on my way but I think, I think we can help each other out."
"What would I be giving you, Sir?" The woman asked and I clammed up. She had a reasonable question and I was a wuss who wouldn't admit that I found her cannibalism hot. Certainly would never spill my pathetic need for company on nobody but Marz, only cuz she'd seen me through everything.
"I don't need anything from you, but if you're willing to trade over the cold cuts I can do more than just slip this case under the rug." I said
"You will set my case free, but if I give you these pounds of lunch meat you'll do more?" She eyed me slowly
"Yes Ma'am," I said, I was going to be ashamed of how much I wanted it but I'd walked in on her taking a man's bicep down her throat like sashimi, I needed to see her finish him off.
"Very well, have lunch with me."
She tossed me the bag of meats and went back to her victim. I ate but also watched her- not eat, drinking wasn't the right term neither, more just feed. She was clearly in it for the blood, now that I could watch carefully. She left aside organs but sucked up bone marrow, didn't care much for hands or feet but devoured the heart passionately. My heart sped up and I had to reluctantly tear my eyes away lest I get entirely enthralled.
The meat I ate wasn't half bad either. It was still cold and not dried out thanks to the miserable cold rain that beat down on this city constantly, day in and day out. I sucked on the blood from the meat to try to see this woman's side of things, but I needed something down my throat not just to drink, so I went back to eating as I usually do in my half werewolf form: all hands and teeth big gulps letting pieces get properly broken down on digestion not chewing. I had stopped observing the woman to eat my meat and now noticed she had finished off the man and was observing me. I looked up and she simply licked her lips.
"Can I take you home?" I asked her, "As a place you can stay instead of this station I mean," I wanted to take her home regardless but didn't say that aloud.
"Yes, give me a moment." She didn't wipe her face or her hands but she did grab a worn backpack and a black umbrella. "I am ready Sir Channing."
"After you, M'lady." I said and took her arm.
"I never got your name." I said as an after thought.
"I have not had one in a long, long time. I think I will be taking up a new one. I am not who I was then, you understand?"
"More than understand." I nod. We walk a while in silence before I hear myself saying, "Sorry if this is intruding but maybe Crimson as a name, the color suits you."
She intentionally swiped some of the blood from her chin and sucked on her finger, releasing it with a soft pop. "You say it suits me? Mmm, then you may call me Crimson."
"So this is it," I refrained from self depreciating on the small cramped nature of my two room apartment which was essentially a studio apartment plus my office as the second room. The woman put down her things and looked around. I drew the shades and turned off the lights.
"While I can see in the dark, the artificial ones are not what hurt me."
"Oh, apologies."
"Sir Channing, why is it you asked I not bite your neck?"
"Ah there's a whole Thing for werewolves about neck biting. There's a specific part that if you bite is... it's-"
"A form of sexual intimacy?"
"Yes, well... no and yes. All biting can be sexual, you probably know that already." She nodded and smiled, flashing her fangs, "It's a specific long term bonding initiation which cannot be revoked."
"Ah like turning."
"Yes indeed, very much like turning." I nodded profusely,
"Have you ever met a were-pire?"
"Ah I have not-" I wasn't about to tell her she was the first vampire I'd met more than briefly. "What are they like?"
"Hmmm.... Hungry, very hungry." She looked at me like I was her next meal and my stomach flipped.
I walked towards her, "Just so you know, the place not to bite is the right side of my neck. The rest, though, is free range." I backed her against the wall in the three steps that I took. She took the hint and scraped her fangs against the skin on the left side of my neck. She very slowly bit down.
"Harder c'mon."
She followed my direction, bit in all the way, and started to suck from the points of her two fangs, it felt more like a proboscis than teeth. She lapped up the blood from the two wounds and pulled back.
"You taste of whiskey."
I laughed, "I probably do." She groaned and leaned into me. I put a hand on her chest to steady her and then moved it down over her breast, when I dragged my nails against her she whined, so I did it again.
Her hands were on my thighs and her fingers were about to slip up my skirt but then she stopped saying, "It is nearing midday, I have stayed up too late I'm afraid."
"You can take the bed,"
"No, this is your place, I am a guest. You even had to give me permission to enter the apartment building and then your apartment, I cannot take the bed."
"I-" I sighed, "M'lady you don't understand just how often I sleep on the leather couch, its more than routine for me. I am giving you permission to sleep on the bed," she was evidently about to protest more so I added, "and I specifically do not give you permission to sleep on the leather couch."
"Ah, you use our nature against me, how cruel." She gave a sly smile. "Can you help me with this?" She gestured to her dress. Her satin skirt fit her well but her arms were too constricted to properly reach the zipper on the back without strain.
"Of course," I walked up behind her. In the mirror I noticed it was, of course, just me. I put my hands at the sides of her chest and slowly moved them down her body, the mirror showing her the shape of her silhouette by the movement of my hands. She relaxed into my touch. I tugged down the zipper and she stepped out of the dress. We were of course both women but that did nothing to stop the blush I got seeing her undressed. If anything it was more than if I were to see a man undressed because they're simply not my type, save for some who were both men and butches.
"Thank you Sir,"
"Lovella, my first name is Lovella." I said in a rush, she couldn't be calling me Sir in a situation like this without some negotiations and a safe word first.
"Mm, a nice name, especially for one like you."
"So um good night or- good day?" I said awkwardly while leaning on the doorframe to my office.
"Good day Lovella" she responded. She retired to bed while I went into the office to arrange hiding the resolution of this case from the pigs. I was still a little light headed from being fed on and grabbed more jerky to snack on while I worked.
A Name and a Trade
"Public Records, how can I help you?"
"Hey, Jules, it's Channing."
"Oh 'Ella hi! What can I do ya for doll?"
"I um, misplaced my whiteout last time I swung by, any chance you could get that sorted for me?" I said, emphasizing the code word.
"Yeah sure, when did you misplace it?"
"Two nights ago, it's gotta be the 41st time I've done so. Across from Cherry St. was the last time. Right, and the time at the butcher's shop."
"41st St.... and Cherry... alright I can do that for you. It's going to cost you."
"What? Babe, I don't get it?"
"You, me, Golden Apple, 8pm, my treat."
"Oh yes, yes I'll be there." I wondered what exact things they wanted me to do to repay but I knew I would go home satisfied.
I had all my paperwork sorted and in return was getting taken out on a date. This might seem like only wins for me but Jules has a thing for this kind of stuff and I am willing to indulge them without it being a whole full relationship, a perk of polyamory if I do say. I passed out soon after setting up plans but not before I wound up my alarm clock to not miss my date. I was behind on sleep and it was vital for my work. Evidently my new roommate, a beautiful vampire woman named Crimson, also had her sleep out of whack because she wasn't awake at all when I woke up again. I left a note on the refrigerator "Help yourself, raw meat stocked in the fridge and in the freezer. Seriously take anything you want."
I put on khaki slacks, then a dress shirt and vest, foregoing a blazer for my trench coat. You see it is Fair Verona where we set our scene, a city which never sleeps and always seems to rain and rain even when the skies aren't grey. I find Jules' private booth easily and they've already set up.
"'Ella finally, don't make me wait all night." They got up from the booth and kissed me on the cheek. I kissed them on the lips and they sank into it.
"Julia, you spoil me."
"That's what I'm here for Sir, take a seat." I slid into the booth and they sat next to me and immediately their mouth was on mine. I closed my eyes and let them take over.
"More," I mumbled,
Jules and I made out in the diner booth and got each other off while she stuffed her fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet.
"Good girl. You took that so well. You took me so well."
"Thank you." I fell onto their shoulder.
Jules hailed a cab for me and blew me a kiss as I left.
Chapter 1 - Murder At the Butcher's
[This story contains feederism kink content]
"And I want that with extra ham, you hear?"
"Sir, there is one minute until we close. I'm going to have to ask you to not order anything else. Just stay here I'll be right back."
The boy running the butcher's counter cursed the closing shift and prepared all the meats this annoying demanding customer ordered. Each chop of his cleaver was more frustrated than the last, thunks getting louder as he went through the list of cuts.
"Okay sir, here is everything and-" The man wasn't standing impatiently at the counter. He wasn't standing at all. The boy stepped out from behind the counter. There was no blood glistening the tile floor but the man was sprawled out in the moon light. His skin was a sickly shade of blue from the dingy neon sign flickering outside the door. The boy nudged the body with his foot. He was as dead as a door knob. Only once this sunk in did the boy shriek, dropping his meat cleaver to the floor in a panic and running for the phone. He spun the rotary dial and phoned the station.
Lovella Channing was enjoying a good mug of beer at the after some club sandwiches. She scanned the crowd but The Golden Apple had the same folks it always had. It was past happy hour. She had three empty plates. Anyone she maybe could've flirted with had peeled off either to hail a cab or likely eat each other out in the rooms upstairs.
"No whiskey today Channing?" The bartender said when she took her plates from her.
"No Marz, not on a case- no whiskey."
"No cute girl either."
"Get off my back, one day I'll find someone. What happened with you and that moonshiner?"
"She and I were a one time thing. Seriously, don't give me that look. Lovella you know I don't double dip. I-"
Lovella put down her mug and turned quickly to the window. "Thanks Marizpan, see you tomorrow." She fished out some cash to pay her tab, chugged the rest her pint in one go, and left as Marzipan called out, "G'Night Channing!"
I didn't like leaving in the middle of polite conversation like that, not to Marz anyways, but I could hear a shrill shrieking cry sharp as a knife in the chill night air. No one else could, and that's how these things always start. I put my hat on and pulled my trench coat closed. I tied the belt and it was certainly a tighter fit than when I'd arrived at The Golden Apple. Thankfully it was raining strong and steady, this gave every smell in the air a stronger hit, and I recognized blood on the wind immediately. I stalked it through the streets to a much quieter part of the city, residential, with a street of shops, one had its sign still on and a stench of death luring me in.
"Oh thank goodness you're here!" A nervous little thing opened the door for me. I looked him up and down- young kid, flop of hair, fat peeking out from the hem of his shirt, scared to hells gates and back, evidently left with no one of seniority to deal with the situation for him. And a situation it was.
"Step away from the body, leave everything where it is." I told him, and pulled out my polaroid for an initial snap.
"So, Wes, you come back in he's flopped over," I took down everything he rambled to me, "You didn't hear nothing but you said the chopping was loud. Alright, and the cleaver there is-"
"I didn't do it!"
"I know kid I know. The cleaver is yours, you dropped in shock, alright got it." He nodded and I got this all in my legal notebook. "Look, the pigs will come around in a sec you tell 'em what you need to. But right now, pick up the cleaver wash it and put it where youse supposed to." I took a good look at the victim, the blood was strongest at his head and lo and behold snake bites on the neck. The cops could have fun with that. I got the kids' number and the shops', "If you need anything, if the pigs give you trouble, you dial me up I'll see what I can do, and I'll call you if I find anything they wouldn'tv'e."
"Thank you Sir,"
"Channing, Detective Channing." I flip him my card.
"Oh sorry Ma'am,"
"Sir is just right kid." I shook his shoulder and he smiled, "Only tell those pigs exactly what they ask and then have them drive you home."
"Alright Sir, thank you Sir."
I didn't understand it, I could've sworn they were snake bites, and that the cops would be getting animal control, but when I pinned up the polaroids to the walk in my office, I noticed it was two, not four, piercings on the victims neck. I needed a pick me up. After locating a bag of beef jerky I came back to my board, gnawing on a piece after piece as I worked.
At 1:00 am I closed up the old case files I was cross referencing, took my hair out of its bun, left my snacks on my desk, and went to sleep on the leather sofa. I got a call at a bright and early 7:00 am, it was Wes, the boy from the butcher shop.
"Detective Channing, I left everything but the cleaver right where it was. And the cops didn't touch nothing neither. They carefully took the body, then just put up some funny chalk and crime tape. But I come in just now and the bag of all the meat I cut for the man is gone."
"I see, thank you Wes, and which kinds of meat were they exactly." He rattles out a list to me that I jot down, subconsciously my mouth watered. I grab some biscuits and ate them on the railcar as I make my way back to the butcher's. I take out the list of meat cuts and see if I can sus out the scent of any. The petrichor is on my side and I get a lead. I'm taken down a winding path of streets and alleys until I come upon a block which used to be a subway entrance but is in limbo while restructuring of local infrastructure takes place. More importantly, I hear someone down there, chewing. I take out my one shot pistol, it isn't much but it will get people to behave, or a girl to her knees if that's what she's into. I have a penlight but choose not to use it.
I slip into the shadows descending into the station. The gnawing and chewing sounds are closer, smacked lips, tearing of flesh, meat swallowed, an organ being ripped asunder. Suddenly two eyes meet mine in the dark, reflective like a cat's and unmistakably red. Now, my eyes are also reflective so when we make eye contact I know they've seen me.
"I mean no harm if you mean no harm." I say, pistol trained on the pair of eyes.
"I do mean harm, but we'll see if it's to you." The figure says. A big clunk, an electric jolt and the dilapidated station lights flicker on and stay flickering. But I can see her- clad in a satin red suit and black pencil skirt, tight with a ripped slit from thigh to hip. Short hair messily half obscured her face but I could tell just the same there was blood dripping from her lips, in her hand, a disembodied arm with bites out of it. I knew the look of hunger on any face and her eyes brimmed with blood lust. My legs trembled in something the opposite of fear.
"I didn't mean to disturb your meal." I said and carefully holstered my pistol.
She stepped closer, "You already have. Maybe you would like to join me?" I knew from the way she tilted her head she could smell me for what I was. I hadn't eaten lunch yet today, but I was also on a case, and I also did have some standards.
"Do you know the location of a delivery of cold cuts misplaced some time last night?" I said with a hint of taunt on my tongue.
"It's right here, Ma'am," She revealed from the darkness the bag, untouched aside from the blood now hand printing it as she held it up to me.
"Sir, actually,"
"Sir-"
"Channing, Detective Channing." As soon as I said this I knew it was a mistake. The habitual slip might very well cost me my life, or at least my neck.
"Detective!" The woman's voice escalated into a shriek not unlike the one I heard last night. She pounced on me and grinned as she tackled me down to the ground baring her teeth and, fangs, at me. Two could play this game. I flipped her over and bared my own teeth which elongated as I growled. I shook out my hair as my shape began to change, I was still matched with her strength but my nails becoming claws, body hair becoming proper fur, and the tail, took her aback.
"If you're not like them why do you work for them?" She scowled
"They haven't done anything to me, at least not yet. Is there some reason you gotta take from them and not animals? Don't you have animal meat right there? I live off animal meat just fine."
"They have hunted me and left me to hide and then driven me out of any place I can hide. Stores are not open much when the sun has also closed up for the day. But people wander the streets in the open night air when all the world is shadows. When I try to take from animals as you say so righteously this is what happens-"
She gestures to the man on the ground and also to a scar across her lips. Her mouth had not been dripping only with blood of her victim but also of her own. She grunts and pins me down again. Without thinking I lean up and want to lick the blood off her lips and lap at her wound. I catch myself, stopping inches from her lips, and pull away.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
"Are you insulting me? Trying to take my blood from me?"
"It's-" I don't want to say pack instinct, it isn't pack instinct really, it isn't its just blood. "We both share a thirst for blood. Though I fancy mine from animals and you are no animal."
"I am no animal yet I have you at fang point." She jeers, breath against my neck.
"I don't call myself an animal and I won't call you neither. That word's only for those who hate our very existence." my breath hitches, "I highly recommend you not to bite my neck, you do not know everything it entails."
"You don't hate me then. And you don't want me to feed off of you. But you are a detective, I see no other choice than to end you here and now. Besides, I'm still starving"
"What if I told you I wouldn't rat you out." I didn't know what I was saying but she was too hot, I kept my mouth moving. "I've wrangled the pigs into a cold case before, a little file misplacement never hurt nobody when I do it. It's not like the pigs do anything mighty useful when they catch someone. If you don't want my help I can be on my way but I think, I think we can help each other out."
"What would I be giving you, Sir?" The woman asked and I clammed up. She had a reasonable question and I was a wuss who wouldn't admit that I found her cannibalism hot. Certainly would never spill my pathetic need for company on nobody but Marz, only cuz she'd seen me through everything.
"I don't need anything from you, but if you're willing to trade over the cold cuts I can do more than just slip this case under the rug." I said
"You will set my case free, but if I give you these pounds of lunch meat you'll do more?" She eyed me slowly
"Yes Ma'am," I said, I was going to be ashamed of how much I wanted it but I'd walked in on her taking a man's bicep down her throat like sashimi, I needed to see her finish him off.
"Very well, have lunch with me."
She tossed me the bag of meats and went back to her victim. I ate but also watched her- not eat, drinking wasn't the right term neither, more just feed. She was clearly in it for the blood now that I could watch carefully. She left aside organs but sucked up bone marrow, didn't care much for hands or feet but devoured the heart passionately. My heart sped up and I had to reluctantly tear my eyes away lest I get entirely enthralled.
The meat I ate wasn't half bad either. It was still cold and not dried out thanks to the miserable cold rain that beat down on this city constantly, day in and day out. I sucked on the blood from the meat to try to see this woman's side of things but I needed something down my throat not just to drink so I went back to eating as I usually do in my half werewolf form: all hands and teeth big gulps letting pieces get properly broken down on digestion not chewing. I had stopped observing the woman to eat my meat and now noticed she had finished off the man and was observing me. I looked up and she simply licked her lips.
"Can I take you home?" I asked her, "As a place you can stay instead of this station I mean," I wanted to take her home regardless but didn't say that aloud.
"Yes, give me a moment." She didn't wipe her face or her hands but she did grab a worn backpack and a black umbrella. "I am ready Sir Channing."
"After you, M'lady." I said and took her arm.
"I never got your name." I said as an after thought.
"I have not had one in a long, long time. I think I will be taking up a new one. I am not who I was then, you understand?"
"More than understand." I nod. We walk a while in silence before I hear myself saying, "Sorry if this is intruding but maybe Crimson as a name, the color suits you."
She intentionally swiped some of the blood from her chin and sucked on her finger, releasing it with a soft pop. "You say it suits me? Mmm, then you may call me Crimson."
"So this is it," I refrained from self depreciating on the small cramped nature of my two room apartment which was essentially a studio apartment plus my office as the second room. The woman put down her things and looked around. I drew the shades and turned off the lights.
"While I can see in the dark, the artificial ones are not what hurt me."
"Oh, apologies."
"Sir Channing, why is it you asked I not bite your neck?"
"Ah there's a whole Thing for werewolves about neck biting. There's a specific part that if you bite is... it's-"
"A form of sexual intimacy?"
"Yes, well... no and yes. All biting can be sexual, you probably know that already." She nodded and smiled flashing her fangs, "It's a specific long term bonding initiation which cannot be revoked."
"Ah like turning."
"Yes indeed, very much like turning." I nodded profusely,
"Have you ever met a were-pire?"
"Ah I have not-" I wasn't about to tell her she was the first vampire I'd met more than briefly. "What are they like?"
"Hmmm.... Hungry, very hungry." She looked at me like I was her next meal and my stomach growled.
I walked towards her, "Just so you know, the place not to bite is the right side of my neck. The rest, though, is free range." I backed her against the wall in the three steps that I took. She took the hint and scraped her fangs against the skin on the left side of my neck. She very slowly bit down.
"Harder c'mon."
She followed my direction, bit in all the way, and started to suck from the points of her two fangs, it felt more like a proboscis than teeth. She lapped up the blood from the two wounds and pulled back.
"You taste of whiskey."
I laughed, "I probably do." She groaned and leaned into me. I put a hand on her chest to steady her and then moved in down over her breast to her stomach, when I pressed down with my fingers she whined so I did it again, making small circles against the overhang of her stomach.
Her hands were on my thighs and her fingers were about to slip up my skirt but then she stopped saying, "It is nearing midday, I have stayed up too late I'm afraid."
"You can take the bed,"
"No, this is your place, I am a guest. You even had to give me permission to enter the apartment building and then your apartment, I cannot take the bed."
"I-" I sighed, "M'lady you don't understand just how often I sleep on the leather couch, its more than routine for me. I am giving you permission to sleep on the bed," she was evidently about to protest more so I added, "and I specifically do not give you permission to sleep on the leather couch."
"Ah, you use our nature against me, how cruel." She gave a sly smile. "Can you help me with this?" She gestured to her skirt. Her curves were nicely visible in the satin but her arms were too constricted to properly reach the zipper on the back without strain.
"Of course," I walked up behind her. In the mirror I noticed it was, of course, just me. I put my hands at the sides of her chest and slowly moved them down her body, the mirror showing her the shape of her silhouette by the movement of my hands. She relaxed into my touch. I tugged down the zipper and she stepped out of the skirt. We were of course both women but that did nothing to stop the blush I got seeing her undressed. If anything it was more than if I were to see a man undressed because they're simply not my type, save for some who were both men and butches.
"Thank you Sir,"
"Lovella, my first name is Lovella." I said in a rush, she couldn't be calling me Sir in a situation like this without some negotiations and a safe word first.
"Mm, a nice name, especially for one like you."
"So um good night or- good day?" I said awkwardly while leaning on the doorframe to my office.
"Good day Lovella" she responded. She retired to bed while I went into the office to arrange hiding the resolution of this case from the pigs. I was still a little light headed from being fed on and grabbed more jerky to snack on while I worked.
A Name and a Trade
"Public Records, how can I help you."
"Hey, Jules, it's Channing."
"Oh 'Ella hi! What can I do ya for doll?"
"I um, misplaced my whiteout last time I swung by, any chance you could get that sorted for me?" I said, emphasizing the code word.
"Yeah sure, when did you misplace it?"
"Two nights ago, it's gotta be the 41st time I've done so. Across from Cherry St. was the last time. Right and the time at the butcher's shop."
"41st St.... and Cherry... alright I can do that for you. It's going to cost you."
"What? Babe, I don't get it-"
"You, me, Golden Apple, 8pm, my treat."
"Oh yes, yes I'll be there." I wondered what exact things they wanted me to do to repay but I knew I wouldn't go home hungry.
I had all my paperwork sorted and in return was getting taken out for dinner. This might seem like only wins for me but Jules has a thing for spoiling like this and I am willing to indulge them without it being a whole full relationship, a perk of polyamory if I do say. I passed out soon after setting up plans but not before I wound up my alarm clock to not miss my date. I was behind on sleep and it was vital for my work. Evidently my new roommate, a beautiful vampire woman named Crimson, also had her sleep out of whack because she wasn't awake at all when I woke up again. I left a note on the refrigerator "Help yourself, raw meat stocked in the fridge and in the freezer. Seriously take anything you want."
I put on khaki slacks, specifically breathing in deeply before buttoning them up, then a dress shirt and vest, foregoing a blazer for my trench coat. You see it is Fair Verona where we set our scene, a city which never sleeps and always seems to rain and rain even when the skies aren't grey. I find Jules easily and they've already ordered multiple plates.
"'Ella finally, don't make me eat all this." They got up from the booth and kissed me on the cheek. I kissed them on the lips and they sank into it.
"Julia, you spoil me."
"That's what I'm here for Sir, take a seat." I slid into the booth and they sat next to me and immediately cut up some turkey for me. They fed each bite to me with a fork, often times cupping my chin to push my mouth open or closed. I closed my eyes and let them take over.
"More," I mumbled,
"I know, I know, you're doing great." They procured a grilled ham and cheese panini which I hadn't even noticed on the the table at first glance. They held the sandwich up to me and I reached to grab it but they pushed my hands away
"Bad dog. Only teeth."
I put my hands down and leaned forward to bite it.
"Good girl," they held it out until I finished all the bites, then the same for a chicken salad sandwich.
"Fuck you're doing good. C'mon special part." They led me to the bathrooms which, at The Golden Apple, were split so half were for regular and half were a little bigger with a bench, like changing rooms but for more explicit purposes. They took me into one of those. They sat on the bench and spread their legs out to get comfortable, they'd brought a cup with a lid and straw with them and put it between their legs.
"Straddle"
I sat across both their legs one foot on their side of the bench and leaned down to take a sip, it was vanilla milkshake.
"Lets see how long you can go" They pushed my head up and down on the straw and I focused on breathing through my nose as I chugged the milkshake. I whined as I neared what must have been around half way, my breathing had slowed to focus on swallowing. Jules push my head down till the straw hit the back of my mouth and kept me there. I diligently kept swallowing. My stomach churned from the rapid milkshake acquisition.
"Fuck keep going." Jules said breathy and almost desperately. They kept me down until the straw make sucking sounds, indicating I'd finished the whole milkshake. Jules moaned and let me sit back up. "Good girl. You took that so well. You took me so well." They moved the empty cup away and I fell onto their shoulder.
"Thank you." My stomach groaned again, I felt so full. The results of what I'd just done finally started to sink in, I had been too focused with drinking up the milkshake and Jules' near addictive encouragements. I now noticed my khakis were cutting tight into my stomach. I let Jules unhook a button and moaned at the release. I pulled them down just enough so they were at my hip bones, my fat finally able to over hang the way it wanted to.
"Can I have more?" I pawed at Jules but was careful not to were-shift even though being full always incited me to.
"Yes, let me take you back to the table baby." Jules helped me get up and took my arm to steady me. Back at the table, they presented me with a plate of scones. Just looking at it made me groan but also I wanted them so bad. She fed me one and then handed me a drink to wash it down with.
"Beer?" I asked with a stuffed mouth.
"No day drinking, this is root beer." She said and tipped it into my mouth. Another two scones and half the soda gone. I tried not to burp because I wanted to keep my stomach bloated.
"'Ella it's almost like you're pregnant with my baby." Jules cooed and teased. I moaned at the thought. After the scones were bread sticks and the last of the soda. They rubbed my stomach to let everything settle and I unzipped my fly because my khakis were still too tight. Jules and I made out in the diner booth and got each other off while she stuffed my mouth with bread sticks to conceal my moans. She hailed a cab and helped me get inside of it and blew me a kiss as I left.
Chapter 3 - morning bites
Lovella knew there was going to be something very different about waking up next to another woman every morning. When she unlocked her small flat to welcome a literal vampire into her life she knew this. What she didn't know is how hard it was to in fact wake up next to the woman instead of waking up to find the bed empty and gnawing and chewing sounds coming from the kitchen table. Lovella stood in the doorway in her silk nightgown and watched as Crimson sucked blood from bone marrow then picked up a leg and started to gnaw on that one to get to the bone. It was making her hungry in more ways than one.
"Mind giving me a bite."
"I said last night, you need time after I feed on you." The woman replies. Crimson passes Lovella the meat she tore off the bone. She goes to grab a handkerchief as Lovella sits down next to her.
But the werewolf puts her hand on it and says, "No let me."
Lovella leans in and can smell the blood that is still glistening on Crimson's chin. Crimson grins showing her fangs and tilts her head up to Lovella. Lovella takes a slow sensual lick from the tip of her chin to her lips and then slowly kisses her, letting Crimson suck the blood from her mouth.
She tries to tease by swiping her lips across Crimson's when they release from the kiss but this activates part of the wolf in her. Her face scowls. Not here not now. Yes they had messed around last night and yes Crimson already knew about her condition, they'd shared a human together just yesterday but this- she was better than this. She bit her own lip but her canines drew blood and both of them could smell it.
Before she could try anything to suppress it she was lapping at Crimson's face very literally life a wolf, her face started turning and stayed at just wolfish looking, with more facial hair sharper teeth and a wider tongue which Crimson was fully enjoying and takig advantage of the fact that it was streaking blood across her each time Lovella licked her face.
This wouldn't have happened yesterday. She would have just woken up to her alarm and started work and munched on some jerky as a half-assed mindless breakfast. Cases could wait. Maybe this change wasn't so bad after all.