#vampire vi

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You must be losing it. 

Not only have Vi and Caitlyn just admitted to being vampires, you’re also choosing to stay. 

It doesn’t make sense and you know it. But when you think about returning to campus, your heart immediately sinks when you picture your cramped dorm room, or your perpetually stuck-up roommate. 

Even though you know you should, you don’t want to leave the warmth and comfort of this strange place you’ve wandered into. And you especially don’t want to leave the women who look at you as if you’re something special. Something worth treasuring. 

You can’t remember anyone ever looking at you like that before. 

Vi bumps her knee gently into yours, drawing you out of your thoughts. She’s sitting next to you on the couch in the library, and when you turn to look at her, her mesmerizing blue eyes are soft…almost tender. 

“You’re about to chew a hole through your bottom lip, honeybun,” Vi says, running a thumb over your lip. Her cool touch makes your skin tingle, and you shiver slightly. 

“Oh, um, sorry,” you mumble. You hadn’t even noticed that you were nervously biting your lip. 

“You apologize far too much for such a sweet little thing.” Caitlyn’s voice drifts over, silky smooth and calming. But when you glance up at her, there’s a tiny frown creasing her forehead. 

“Are you alright, darling?” she asks softly, tilting her head to the side. “As we said, you’re free to go, if you wish.” 

“Sorr–” you start automatically, then stop. You cast your eyes down toward your lap, feeling your cheeks heat. 

“Um…no, it’s not that, it’s just…” you trail off, pressing a hand to your temple. Your head is starting to pound, and you feel that horrible combination of both too chilled and too warm that probably means you’ve got a fever again. 

Everything just feels too much all of a sudden, and your head is spinning. You don’t feel like you deserve all the kindness that these two women are showering on you. 

A cool hand finds yours, and you look up in shock. Vi interlaces her fingers between yours and squeezes gently. 

“Wanna know what I think, sweetheart?” Vi murmurs, a hint of a smile ghosting her lips as she leans in close to you. “I think you need some looking after. I think you need someone else to be in charge for a little while – to stop that little head spinning.” 

You stare at her, feeling your eyes go wide. It’s as if she can see right through you, right down to the quiet longing in your heart. Your throat is tight and you can’t quite manage a response to her words. 

Caitlyn glides over and sits down on your other side. She lays a hand on your back and starts rubbing slow, smooth circles between your shoulder blades. 

“I think you’re right, Violet,” Caitlyn says, her voice low and soft. You chance a glance up at her eyes, and the intensity of them makes your heart flutter. “I think you’ll be our little pet for a while, hm? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, darling?” 

You’re strong. You’re independent. You’re supporting yourself alone through college, and you’ve been on your own for several years now. 

But that doesn’t stop you from wanting to throw yourself into the arms of the two vampires at your side. 

A thick silence hangs in the air while Caitlyn and Vi wait for you to speak. You’re trying to sort out your thoughts, but it’s almost as if you’re being lulled into a trance. Vi’s thumb is moving across your knuckles in a slow, rhythmic pattern. Caitlyn’s hand is circling your back. Rain drums a quiet melody against the windowpane. 

It truly does feel like another world. 

And maybe it’s the strange peace of the moment, or maybe it’s just the part of you that thinks what the hell, why not – but in any case, you find yourself nodding slowly. Glancing first at Caitlyn, then to Vi. Trying to read their expressions. 

They both smile. 

Before you quite know what’s happening, you’re suddenly off the couch and in Vi’s arms instead. She’s got one arm behind your legs and the other around your back, and she’s carrying you out of the library before you can even manage a protest. 

“Back to bed with you, then,” Vi grins down at you. You feel oddly secure in her arms, even though you usually would never let someone carry you like this. 

“Yes, I would like to check that temperature of yours and have you take some medicine, dearheart,” Caitlyn says, striding alongside you. Vi carries you down the hall toward the guestroom. 

“And you’ll need some soup as well,” Caitlyn adds. “Humans need to eat quite frequently, especially when they’re ill.” 

“I’ll be fine –” you start to protest, but both women shush you before you even finish. 

“None of that,” Caitlyn says, holding the guestroom door open so Vi can carry you in. “We’ve already decided. You’re our little project now, darling.” 

“Our very own human to take care of,” Vi grins, flashing her pearly white teeth. She sets you down carefully on the bed, then pulls back the covers so you can slide underneath. She chuckles when you suddenly sneeze. “A very sniffly one.” 

Caitlyn shoots Vi an unamused look and offers you the tissue box. “Poor love. You do need a bit of fussing, don’t you?” she murmurs, sitting down next to you and smoothing a hand over your hair. “Good thing you’re here now.” 

Vi sits down at the foot of the bed, folding her legs and peering at you in that oddly intense way of hers. 

“She looks flushed,” Vi announces, speaking to Caitlyn as if you aren’t even there. 

Caitlyn wastes no time laying a hand on your forehead. “She’s feverish,” Caitlyn frowns, gently stroking some baby hairs away from your forehead. “Can you get the thermometer Vi? The mercury one. I don’t trust those digital contraptions.” 

“Of course you don’t,” Vi snorts, shaking her head.

You look between the two of them, a hot blush rising in your cheeks that has nothing to do with your temperature. 

“I can take care of myself,” you argue quietly. Caitlyn’s eyes snap to you – piercing, but her expression is soft. 

“Of course you can, darling, but we’d like to,” Caitlyn murmurs, smiling gently at you and brushing her knuckles over your cheek. “It’s not everyday that we have a beautiful human in our home to pamper.” 

The compliment makes your flush deepen, and you drop your eyes to your lap, feeling shy again. 

Vi gives a low chuckle. She cups your chin and gently tips your face up so that your gaze meets. 

“Cait’s having a little too much fun making you blush, isn’t she?” Vi hums, but there’s quiet mirth shimmering in her eyes. “Look at you, all red as a tomato.” 

You’re not sure if it’s possible for you to turn any redder than you already are, but if so, that definitely does it. 

Caitlyn and Vi both chuckle quietly, but you can tell that their laughter is fond, not mean. 

“Alright, let’s not let the poor dear get too worked up,” Caitlyn says, plucking the thermometer out of Vi’s hand and shaking it a couple times. “Open please, love.”

You obediently open your mouth and let Caitlyn slip the thermometer under your tongue. Caitlyn pulls an old-fashioned pocketwatch out of her trousers, something you’ve only seen in movies, not real life. 

Vi notices you staring and laughs a little. “Caitlyn hates all things modern,” she says conspiratorally, leaning in close with a smirk. “It was only recently that I got her to agree to central heating and air. I’m still working on a TV…maybe one day,” she winks. 

Caitlyn rolls her eyes with a small huff. “There are plenty of ways to entertain oneself besides that ghastly device. You’ve survived for a century without one, I don’t see why we should get one now.” 

“Three words: Game. Of. Thrones,” Vi grins, counting on her fingers. “I’m missing key cultural moments here!” 

“You only know about that show because I subscribe to the newspaper.” Caitlyn gives Vi a flat look, then glances at her pocketwatch again. 

“I’m sure honeybun here can tell me about all the good shows I’m missing,” Vi says, turning her attention back to you. “Can I see your phone later? I’ve always wanted to get one.” 

You nod, smiling a little around the thermometer still in your mouth. It’s funny to see Caitlyn and Vi bicker with each other. You can tell how much they love each other, and it’s clear they’ve been together a long time. 

After a couple minutes, Caitlyn reaches out and gently slips the thermometer out of your mouth. She frowns at it, humming softly in disapproval. 

“Just as I suspected – quite the fever. Time for some more medicine, I think.” 

Vi frowns as well. She grabs two bottles of medicine from the nightstand. “Pick your poison, sweetheart. Cherry or grape?” 

You make a face. “Cherry, I guess. If you insist.” 

“That we do,” Caitlyn smiles. She accepts the medicine from Vi and carefully pours out a dose. “And I’ll bring you some soup to quell the taste, darling.” 

With a small sigh, you take the medicine. The happy grins that Vi and Caitlyn give you afterward almost makes you forget about the bitter taste of it. 

Caitlyn sweeps out of the room, presumably on a quest for soup. Vi fusses with your blankets, tucking them in tighter around you and fluffing your pillows for you. Then she stretches out on the bed next to you, propping her head up with a hand. 

You can feel yourself starting to flush again with her doing nothing but staring at you, so you clear your throat. 

“So what do you guys do for fun then, if not TV?” you ask. You try to sound nonchalant, but then your throat tickles and you break out into a coughing fit. Vi immediately sits up and starts rubbing your back until you catch your breath, then she hands you a glass of water. 

“The only thing you need to be doing is resting,” Vi murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. She watches you sip the water. 

“Well…we have plenty of books, as you’ve seen. I have a whole gym in the basement, so that keeps me pretty busy. And I like to tinker around with cars and bikes. I can take you for a ride on my Harley sometime,” Vi grins, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Does Caitlyn approve of you riding a motorcycle?” you ask, smiling slightly. 

Vi snorts. “No. But the whole undead thing helps a lot. There’s only so much trouble you can get into when you’re already dead, y’know?” 

You pause, setting the glass aside. “How long have you been, um…” you trail off, suddenly feeling like the question might be rude. 

“Dead? Vampires?” Vi grins, cocking her head. “You can say it, babe, it’s fine.” 

Your cheeks heat up again and you swallow thickly. “Okay…how long have you been vampires?” 

Vi leans back on her elbows, looking up at the ceiling. “Hmm, I think this year will be…one hundred and seventy-eight for me? And Cait’s coming up on the big three-triple-zero but she’s a little touchy about it, so don’t mention it,” she chuckles. 

Your eyes go wide. “Wow, that’s…a long time.” 

“It goes by faster than you’d think,” Vi grins, watching your expression. “But yeah. We’ve kind of seen it all at this point.” 

“Do you ever miss it? Being human?” 

Vi lets out a long breath, her expression turning more serious. “Not usually. There’s a lot of perks that come along with being the way we are. But, sometimes, life can feel a little…boring.” She leans in, tracing a thumb down your jaw. Her eyes are sparkling. “Until something new comes along.” 

You resist the urge to duck your head. “I’m not that interesting, really.” 

“I disagree,” Vi lets her fingers trail across your skin and down to your neck, where she faintly holds two fingers to your pulse point. “I think you’re absolutely fascinating. Right down to this heart that’s about to flutter straight out of your chest, sweetheart.” 

You can’t deny that your pulse is thrumming hard through your veins. Your breath feels tight, but you’re not scared. You can see the hunger behind Vi’s eyes, and a crazy part of you just wants to lean in. To bare your neck to her and let her sink her fangs into you. How would it feel to have her drink your blood? A shiver courses down your spine as you imagine it. 

But then Caitlyn enters the room, holding a sterling silver tray with a steaming bowl on it. She pauses in the threshold, tilting her head and studying you two. A knowing look crosses her face. 

“Having fun, are we?” she says mildly, bringing the tray over and settling it on the nightstand. The thick, comforting smell of chicken soup fills the room. 

“Just explaining a few things,” Vi grins, sitting back and dropping her hand from your neck. You immediately miss the cool touch of her fingers. 

“Well, she needs sustenance, not toying with,” Caitlyn says, giving Vi a disapproving look. “She’s ill, remember?” 

As if to illustrate her point, you suddenly have to sneeze again, which makes both vampires chuckle. 

“Fair point,” Vi laughs, reaching for the soup. She settles the bowl into her lap and scoops up a spoonful of broth and noodles. She blows on it, then holds it out to your lips. 

You raise an eyebrow. “Seriously?” 

“Sickly humans get fed by their vampires,” Vi smirks, not moving the spoon. “C’mon, honeybun. Let us spoil you a little.” 

Your heart does an odd sort of swoop at Vi referring to them as ‘your’ vampires. You shouldn’t love that idea as much as you do. 

But the charm must work, because you open your mouth anyway and let Vi feed you the soup. Caitlyn closely watches as Vi continues to feed you, occasionally handing you water or tissues as needed. 

It’s weird, being tucked in bed in a giant mansion with two immortals spoon-feeding you soup. 

But you also kind of love it. 

One thing’s for certain: you definitely did not expect Caitlyn and Vi. And yet, you’re glad they found you anyway. 

You’re contemplating what to wear to the outing tonight, your fingers carding through your wardrobe. You settle on something simple, shorts and a baggy tee. I mean, you don’t want to overthink it, might as-well go for a casual choice. Vander had invited you over, as you’re Vi’s closest friend. You’ve been best friends ever since you were younger, inseparable almost. No one could get you to stop hanging out, even when you caused trouble together. Grounded? You’d just sneak out to the other’s house. It was second nature at this point. Although, at this dinner you won’t be the only guest. Vi’s brothers and sister will also have friends over. You’re not usually keen on big get togethers, but you make the effort to go, for Vi.

As you arrive, you notice a few boys already at the door, speaking to Vander and heading inside. You recognise them from school; though you’ve never spoken to them apart from maybe asking to borrow a pen. You assume they’re Mylo and Claggor’s friends, taking a deep breath to steel yourself. Why are you afraid? That’s stupid. This place is essentially your second home. Cmon, snap out of it! You are in-fact, snapped out of it, as you notice Vi in the doorway, in a passionate discussion with Vander. Your expression softens as you realise the boys must’ve already slipped past him, and you stroll up to the door. "Hello, Mr Vander" you say softly. "Just Vander is fine, I’ve been telling you that for ages. Really, any friend of Vi’s can just call me Vander." He corrects and you hastily nod. You would’ve spent more time hanging around, talking to those around you, but before you can process anything, Vi is already grabbing your wrist and pulling you into her room.

Before you can even realise what’s happening, you’re met with Vi’s piercing stare. She’s managed to climb onto your lap, holding you still with her weight, although she’s careful not to hurt you. Fuck, what is she doing? You expect her to stop, to climb off, or atleast speak. But she just sits there. She’s just sat there, panting softly as if trying to catch her breath. You feel the air around you become heavier, an undercurrent of tension surrounding you that wasn’t there before. It’s subtle, but noticeable. Vi’s face is inching closer, her heartbeat racing, you can hear it. Her warm breath fanning your face, making a shiver run up your spine. You can’t help but think.. is she actually going to kiss you? Is it really happening?

Your thought process is cut off by the feeling of a sudden 'prick' in your neck, you feel a warm liquid seep down. Oh! Oh. Vi buried her face in your neck, not that you mind. Infact, you tilt your head to the side, embracing the burning feeling her fangs give you as they draw blood. This had never happened before, Vi had never even gotten close to loosing control, this is new. Even though you’ve always been aware Vi was from a vampire lineage, you had never expected to be in such a position. Vi’s knee between your legs as she’s ontop of you, her face buried in your neck, albeit fangs too, but still. You can hear her breathing begin to calm, returning back to normal as she slowly drinks. She’s almost.. gentle. Gentle is a foreign concept for Vi, it’s always been as though she didn’t know what the word even meant. Though, maybe that was just her being a traditional reckless teen. This.. this was different. She was actively trying to keep you safe, keep you comfortable. You can’t help but let out a slight whimper at the compromising position mixed with the strange sensation filling your neck and chest. The noise causes Vi to still, pulling back slightly. "Did you just..?" She murmurs. Your face turns pink, and in a last attempt to void her seeing you all flustered, you gently push her head back towards your neck. "..shut up," you respond sharply, though there’s no real aggression in your tone. You feel her sink her teeth back in, relaxing into your touch again. Yeah, you could get used to this.

You’re contemplating what to wear to the outing tonight, your fingers carding through your wardrobe. You settle on something simple, shorts and a baggy tee. I mean, you don’t want to overthink it, might as-well go for a casual choice. Vander had invited you over, as you’re Vi’s closest friend. You’ve been best friends ever since you were younger, inseparable almost. No one could get you to stop hanging out, even when you caused trouble together. Grounded? You’d just sneak out to the other’s house. It was second nature at this point. Although, at this dinner you won’t be the only guest. Vi’s brothers and sister will also have friends over. You’re not usually keen on big get togethers, but you make the effort to go, for Vi.

As you arrive, you notice a few boys already at the door, speaking to Vander and heading inside. You recognise them from school; though you’ve never spoken to them apart from maybe asking to borrow a pen. You assume they’re Mylo and Claggor’s friends, taking a deep breath to steel yourself. Why are you afraid? That’s stupid. This place is essentially your second home. Cmon, snap out of it! You are in-fact, snapped out of it, as you notice Vi in the doorway, in a passionate discussion with Vander. Your expression softens as you realise the boys must’ve already slipped past him, and you stroll up to the door. "Hello, Mr Vander" you say softly. "Just Vander is fine, I’ve been telling you that for ages. Really, any friend of Vi’s can just call me Vander." He corrects and you hastily nod. You would’ve spent more time hanging around, talking to those around you, but before you can process anything, Vi is already grabbing your wrist and pulling you into her room.

Before you can even realise what’s happening, you’re met with Vi’s piercing stare. She’s managed to climb onto your lap, holding you still with her weight, although she’s careful not to hurt you. Fuck, what is she doing? You expect her to stop, to climb off, or atleast speak. But she just sits there. She’s just sat there, panting softly as if trying to catch her breath. You feel the air around you become heavier, an undercurrent of tension surrounding you that wasn’t there before. It’s subtle, but noticeable. Vi’s face is inching closer, her heartbeat racing, you can hear it. Her warm breath fanning your face, making a shiver run up your spine. You can’t help but think.. is she actually going to kiss you? Is it really happening?

Your thought process is cut off by the feeling of a sudden 'prick' in your neck, you feel a warm liquid seep down. Oh! Oh. Vi buried her face in your neck, not that you mind. Infact, you tilt your head to the side, embracing the burning feeling her fangs give you as they draw blood. This had never happened before, Vi had never even gotten close to loosing control, this is new. Even though you’ve always been aware Vi was from a vampire lineage, you had never expected to be in such a position. Vi’s knee between your legs as she’s ontop of you, her face buried in your neck, albeit fangs too, but still. You can hear her breathing begin to calm, returning back to normal as she slowly drinks. She’s almost.. gentle. Gentle is a foreign concept for Vi, it’s always been as though she didn’t know what the word even meant. Though, maybe that was just her being a traditional reckless teen. This.. this was different. She was actively trying to keep you safe, keep you comfortable. You can’t help but let out a slight whimper at the compromising position mixed with the strange sensation filling your neck and chest. The noise causes Vi to still, pulling back slightly. "Did you just..?" She murmurs. Your face turns pink, and in a last attempt to void her seeing you all flustered, you gently push her head back towards your neck. "..shut up," you respond sharply, though there’s no real aggression in your tone. You feel her sink her teeth back in, relaxing into your touch again. Yeah, you could get used to this.