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The room was lit up only by a smattering of scattered candles, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows along familiar walls.
A scene played a thousand times before, a moment shared time and time again. So familiar, yet charged with a new energy. A heady mix of anticipation and nervousness.
And fear.
A deep gnawing fear, an anxious coiling knot in Taylor’s stomach, a thousand whispered ‘what if’s’ playing through her mind. Her brain brimming with imagined nightmares, and yet there’s no chance she’ll be hurt. Just that Lisa might, and maybe that’s why it's worse.
Admittedly, the girl herself doesn’t seem to think so, as Lisa smiles unbothered. Her green eyes meet the piercing yellow of Taylor’s, and her lips curl into a smile that’s equal parts bemusement and care.
“Y’know, we don’t have to do it tonight, still time to chicken out if need be.” She says with a wink. She’s teasing, obviously, but Taylor can tell that she’s also fully serious.
They’d been preparing for this all day, over preparing according to Lisa, but Taylor had wanted to be absolutely certain that nothing would go wrong– that nothing even could go wrong. Hours spent making sure everything was accounted for, and despite it all, Lisa would still rather Taylor feel comfortable than rush her. It’s one of many reasons why Taylor was even willing to do this.
It was a nice feeling.
She’d done everything she could to prepare, and yet still didn’t feel ready, but she also doubted she ever would. Even knowing the end result, the process felt harrowing to even think about.
How could you ever feel ready to kill the love of your life?
A soft hand brushes against the side of her cheek. Green eyes, now filled with worry, drawing her away from her thoughts. Taylor meets the hand with her own and intertwines their fingers.
“I’m fine, just– you sure you’re ready?” Taylor asks, not even sure what answer she hopes for. Lisa just rolls her eyes.
“Hmm, let me think, after all the time I spent contemplating it, and the hundreds of conversations? Gee, tough one.” She quirks an eyebrow, “come on, you know me.”
“I’m being serious, Lise, there’s no backing out once we start, and–” All her worries and concerns fall silent beneath the soft kiss that steals the words from her mouth, as Lisa gently grasps her face and pulls back.
“You done? Because I am being serious, hon. I know all of this, and I want it.” She smirks, still holding Taylor’s face. “Believe it or not, I do trust you. You are probably more prepared than anyone else who has tried this.”
Keeping the sly expression all the while, Lisa settles back into the bed, and without breaking eye contact, adjusts her hair and pulls down the strap of her night gown, leaving a wide expanse of bare skin and an exposed throat.
“So know that I mean this with all the love in the world, but bite me already.”
With a barely concealed snort, Taylor smiles back, before leaning over her partner, trailing kisses along her shoulder, and across her clavicle, before finally resting just above the jugular.
This close she can practically feel Lisa’s pulse beating rapidly just beneath the skin, the smell and sound of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins, but absent of any real fear.
Slowly, Taylor brings her mouth even closer, trailing her extended fangs across Lisa’s throat, and relishing in the shiver it elicits. Like she’d done so many times before, she slowly trails her lips across the skin, pressing a gentle kiss on the pulse-point, before sinking her fangs into the flesh.
Immediately, Lisa lets out a sharp gasp, her hands shooting to Taylor’s head– not to push her away, but to pull her even closer. Meanwhile, rich and vibrant blood floods Taylor’s taste buds, a coursing pleasure that draws a low moan from her throat, sending the vibrations directly into Lisa’s neck.
Not that the girl herself is more composed, already getting drawn into the comfortable mix of hazy softness and sharp pain, a litany of soft noises filling the room.
This is far from the first time Taylor has fed from Lisa, and almost always has it been at the blonde’s behest. Some combination of piercing pain and the drugged bliss from Taylor’s anesthetic venom becoming a favored experience.
Not that Taylor has ever minded, especially given Lisa’s dedication to her health, and the resultant delicacy that was her blood. Always so perfect, just like the girl herself.
If there was anything Taylor was going to miss, it’d probably be this. Yet the promised future is all the sweeter, and so with almost no hesitation she drinks deeper and further than she ever has before, going far beyond the point she’d usually stop.
Swallowing every liquid drop of pulse flowing from the wound, savoring the sounds and the flavor pouring from Lisa’s throat, and delighting in this brief moment of shared joy, as it reaches the last stage.
She can feel it beneath her fangs, the steadily slowing flow of blood, and the weakening pulse, the twitches and stutters from some deep primal part of Lisa’s brain that realizes what’s about to happen.
The way Lisa’s breath hitches, desperately trying to keep itself steady and calm, to lessen that panicked animalistic part that knows its about to die. Taylor can feel the desperate way Lisa clutches onto her, holding her so tight as if she’s the only thing keeping Lisa afloat, before the grasp slackens, and then vanishes.
A haunting, final, exhale rattles from Lisa’s mouth, still hanging open. A sound followed by a deafening quiet, as vibrant green eyes fade into dark, and Lisa Wilbourn dies.
Taking a deep and shaky breath, Taylor presses a single soft kiss to Lisa’s forehead, marring the pallid white skin with a bloodied lip print.
“You’re doing so well,” Taylor mutters, even knowing Lisa can’t hear her, “we’re almost done. So proud of you, Lise.”
With a determined speed, Taylor sinks her fangs into her own wrist, and tears them back out, almost bringing a chunk of flesh along in her haste. Burning agony blooms from the wound, and a spill of red quickly starts pooling.
With her free hand tilting Lisa's head up, Taylor brings the bleeding wound to the girl’s mouth, and allows it to spill freely into the lifeless throat.
Watching with rapt attention as it quietly flows. Waiting, coiled in anticipation. Holding the corpse of the woman she loves, as the silence fills the room, broken only by the soft drip, drip, drip of melting candle wax and blood flowing with a purpose.
Slowly she combs her fingers through blonde locks, untangling non-existent knots and offering meaningless comfort. Waiting in the stillness, full of equal measures hope and fear, silently holding and waiting for–
A sudden gasp, a flash of pain!
With a horrid gurgling sound, Lisa inhales deeply as her eyes fly open. Newly growing fangs sink into Taylor’s skin, attaching themselves to the source of blood with an almost feral desperation. Clawed hands clinging tightly to the wrist, as erratic breaths are accompanied by wild eyes that flicker around.
“Sh, sh, sh, you’re okay, you’re okay.” Taylor can barely restrain her happiness and relief, ignoring the pulsing pain from her torn up wrist, and instead caressing Lisa’s head. “We did it– you did it– you’re okay.”
Wide, frantic eyes lock with Taylor’s, their pupils almost like pinpricks, rapidly observing and dissecting Taylor’s face. Intense vibrant green eyes slowly mixing with a beautiful ruby red, like blood spilling into water.
Seconds later, far quicker than Taylor had expected, a flash of familiarity passes through Lisa’s expression, and she detaches from Taylor’s wrist with a wet and gory pop. Slowing her breath methodically, her pupils expanding in tandem with the evaporating adrenaline.
“ Fuck, ” Lisa says succinctly, and Taylor can’t help but laugh in response. “Oh, har har, laugh it up, do you know how much dying sucks?”
Stifling her laughter, or at least trying to, Taylor points to her yellow eyes, “I actually don’t, remember?”
Lisa shakes her head. “Goddamn nepo-vamps, just don’t get our struggle.”
“ Our struggle? You’ve been turned for less than a minute.”
“One very enlightening minute, thank you very much,” she tilts her head up with a devious and newly fanged smile, “Borne vamps just don’t get the struggle of us poor turned bloodsuckers.”
Taylor smiles back, “oh, you totally had that prepared ahead of time.”
“Unfounded accusations by the more fortunate, tsk tsk, I’d expected better from you.” They lock eyes in the middle of this battle of wits, both of them trying to keep serious expressions.
And failing completely within three seconds, as they both descend into relieved and joyful laughter, that slowly settles into deep exhales.
“Ohhh, yeah, no. Dying sucks, don’t recommend it, but nice to get off the bucket list so early and– oomph!” Lisa startles, looking down at the sudden vampire clinging onto her, and holding her close.
“Fuck, I was so worried near the end, I’m just glad you’re alright.” Taylor breathes out rapidly, then pauses, looking up at Lisa with watery and demonically yellow eyes. “You are alright, right?”
Slightly rolling her eyes, Lisa pats Taylor on the head. “I’m fine, hon. Like I said, I trust you. I’m like, extremely smart, you should remember that.” She smirks, before grimacing, “and extremely cold, holy shit have I mentioned dying sucks .”
Taylor just stares at Lisa, happiness and relief filling her to the point that words can barely fit, until a small mischievous smile of her own spreads across her face. Lisa simply raises an eyebrow.
“You mentioned you were cold?” Lisa nods. “And this is exactly why I drew a warm bath before we started. And you called it over-preparing.”
This time Lisa rolls her eyes fully, yet still allows Taylor to scoop her into a bridal carry and bring her towards the pre-prepared bath. Maybe Lisa could walk on her own, but this soon after her resurrection neither of them feel a need to check. That they get to hold each other close is just an unrelated side benefit.
“It’s still totally being over prepared,” Lisa counters, and having removed her nightgown, sinks into the encompassing warmth and lets out a deep groan. “...just a useful level as well, my god. Hey, does being a vampire somehow remove back pain?”
“I mean we can both regenerate, so yeah probably.”
“ Bitchin’, ” she says and leans back further, before turning to Taylor, “y’know the bath is nice and all, but it's kinda missing the most important thing.”
Taylor blanks for a moment, what could she need? A hot drink? A cold one? Is it the scent of the soap? Maybe she wants a book?
Lisa just shakes her head, “it’s missing you, dork.”
Taylor doesn’t blush, partially because someone sucked all the blood out of her, but she smiles widely and hurries to fulfill her partner’s needs. Obliging a request she’s always happy to get.
“I gotta say,” Lisa starts, running her tongue along her fangs all the while, “this part will take some getting used to.”
“That one I do know. I remember when my fangs first grew in, they felt so awkward. How’s the sound by the way?” Taylor nods towards the television screen and the movie quietly playing on it.
“Weirdly still loud, I get the whole ‘not being a fan of loud music’ thing way better now. Honestly thought it was just a part of you being this Ancient Vampira!” She finishes with a terrible accent, holding her hands in front of her like some dangerous monster.
“First of all, you’re now a vampire, so that stereotype applies to you too–”
“Oh no! My comedy!”
“–and secondly,” Taylor continues without acknowledging her, “you’re still older than me.”
Lisa wags her finger side to side. “Ah, but back then you were just this rando vampire chick, and I was still processing the whole vampires exthisthing… exsisthing.” Lisa somehow manages to glare at herself. “Okay, suddenly having fangs is annoying. They feel so weird, seriously feel them.”
Taylor arches a brow and goes to comply, before Lisa slaps her hand.
“Don’t stick your finger in my mouth, even if we’ve just bathed.”
“Then how am I meant to–” Lisa waggles her eyebrows, “Ah.”
Leaning over to Lisa, their faces meet and soft lips find each other, and fangs uncomfortable clack against one another, causing a small laugh that quickly quiets as their lips meet again and the kiss deepens.
Ideally, the first of many kisses in this new chapter. An eternal life to spend together for… well, for however long they feel like. The thought sends a thrill down Taylor’s spine, knowing she’ll get to spend her life with her best friend.
They pull apart, and Lisa smiles at her, her green and red eyes flaring with a smug and knowing look.
“You totally didn’t feel my fangs, did you.” Taylor did not. “Sap.”
And without a further word, she leans into Taylor, snuggling into the nook of her arm, and in turn letting Taylor wrap an arm around her. In silent comfort, they rest together, simply enjoying being together and watching the absolutely god awful movie Lisa picked out. If anything, it just makes it better.
Taylor presses a soft kiss to the top of her partner's hair, and smiles to herself. Content, happy, and excited for what’s to come, a perfect day to start.
As if reading her mind, Lisa speaks up. “It’ll be fun figuring out our new routines, removing the feeding sessions, adding Prowling the Night for Unsuspecting Victims,” Taylor almost speaks up, “I’m joking dear, I know you have your blood infusion cooking, I’m just saying it’ll be new.”
“Mhm, that’s true. Sucks that feedings don’t really work given most vamps can’t drink from other vamps, but I’m sure we’ll find alternatives.”
Lisa hums in agreement. “Shame though, I was a bit out of it, but your blood tasted amazing. Like, totally get your reactions now.”
“Oh, we can still do that.”
“What.”
“Hm? Oh well apparently the blood from the vamp that turned you is always like, mucho delicious. It’s not really well documented, but yeah we can try.”
Lisa stares up at her, delight shining in her swirling eyes, and a toothy smile spreads across her lips. “Well, I mean, if its undocumented then we pretty much have to try at least a few times. Scientific inquiry and all that.”
Taylor smiles back at her, fondness in her eyes, as she slowly pulls down her top.
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” She locks eyes with Lisa, “ Bite Me. ”