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Young-Bloodied
The moon was full. The graveyard empty. And Dolores tripped, screaming, through the iron gates, her nightdress caked in blood.
From the darkness, a howl. Dolores’ bare feet stumbled, running for the lonely church. Pattering paws came up behind.
She ran through and pushed her slender form against the double doors. Bits of lace started slipping; she hastily pulled them back up.
The door rattled. The lock clicked.
Hinges screeched as something heavy struck the other side.
Again. And again.
Dolores backed away, squirming. Stained glass cast moonlight.
The back-entrance! While the brute bashed the main entrance, she’d be over the hills, towards the village… No, not the village. Wouldn’t understand. The forest?
She opened the back door.
The werewolf towered over her.
And struck. Crunching and splattering followed. Bits rained down on the hard floor. A thump.
Most of Dolores lay motionless.
Eventually, the werewolf nudged her with its snout. “There. You happy?”
Flesh chunks slid towards Dolores, who sat up, groaning until the last chunk slid seamlessly into place, before standing up and laughing.
“Man, I wish we had a full moon every night! That was exciting! Let’s do it again!”
The werewolf… shifted.
Fidelia stood in its place, covering herself up. “Don’t head into the church. This place is creepy.”
“It makes the game more interesting. So, wanna do it now?”
“Horny vampire,” muttered Fidelia. She forced a smile through her lips. “My place first. Clean-up.”
Shifting the curtain, Dolores smiled at sunrise. “Nice day. You sheep-hunting later, or –?”
A crumbling sound made Fidelia growl from the sink. “For pity’s sake, I warned you! Now you’re leaving dust everywhere! Hold on. I’ll get the steak.”
Several drops of raw blood later, Dolores mushroomed into shape, swaying slightly.
“Sorry,” she said. “So,” she added, sitting down by her dumbbells, “any thoughts about vacation?”
“Brazil sounds kinda nice. A beach, sand to roll in, sea water for doggy-paddling.”
“Eh…” Dolores pumped a few kilos. “Sun doesn’t agree with me. Also, food’s too spicy.”
“Hm?”
“Hot-blooded Latinos.”
“Dolores, don’t be racist.”
“I can taste the difference. Say, why don’t we visit relatives? Haven’t seen your parents in ages.”
Wiping steel candelabra with a cloth, Fidelia snorted. “Not a promising avenue. Your mom’s dog hasn’t forgiven me yet.”
“Huh?”
“For eating the cat? His best friend? While I was on that diet?”
“Oh, that. I hardly remember Snowflake, really.”
“Well, Rover von Ruritania does.”
“How about Asia?”
“Don’t they eat dogs over there? How about Italy?”
“Too many Catholics.”
“Huh?”
“Crosses,” Dolores explained.
After washing her ceramic dog bowl, Fidelia sighed. “We’ll think of something.”
The day dragged on…
Lying on the bed, Fidelia stared up at the chandelier. “You ever feel like the excitement’s gone out of things?”
Groaning. No intelligible answer.
“I mean, it’s been fifty years. Time we talked about… us.”
“Next full moon…” mumbled Dolores, shifting. “We both run it… naked.”
“I’m serious, Dolores. When we met, there was… a spark, you know? I tried to kill you, you tried to kill me… I never felt so alive. But now, we wait until full moon, I chase you a bit, and I don’t know how to say this, but… I feel like the spark’s not there anymore.”
Dolores’ breath tickled her neck.
After a while, Dolores answered, “Come on. You think I wait around with you every month for sex?”
“Hm?”
Dolores’ voice tickled Fidelia’s ear. “Come here, lemme tell a little secret.”
“Yeah?” Heat stirred inside Fidelia’s chest.
“Before I met you, I was always chasing somebody under the moonlight. Vampire food, right? And it was fun. I just didn’t feel… Well, I was like ‘Is that all there is? Chasing and snacking?’ So now I get to play the victim a little bit… For god’s sake, don’t tell anyone this… but it’s like I’ve found myself. Properly. Like I knew that was all I needed to be complete.”
“What, a tough girl like you?”
“It’s nice to feel vulnerable every now and then. Crazy, I know, but true.” Dolores’s arms slithered around Fidelia’s own, wrapping them tighter together, and Fidelia looked away from the chandelier to two reddened, weary, but brightening eyes. “And some of my best moments were just us chatting. The two of us. Even when I’m crumbling into dust, it’s like the whole world seems right to me.”
Just one thing bothered Fidelia: “Why the church, though?”
Dolores shrugged. “For the challenge.”
“Dim-witted vampire.” But this smile came naturally.
From the darkness, a howl. Dolores’ bare feet stumbled, running for the lonely church. Pattering paws came up behind.
She ran through and pushed her slender form against the double doors. Bits of lace started slipping; she hastily pulled them back up.
The door rattled. The lock clicked.
Hinges screeched as something heavy struck the other side.
Again. And again.
Dolores backed away, squirming. Stained glass cast moonlight.
The back-entrance! While the brute bashed the main entrance, she’d be over the hills, towards the village… No, not the village. Wouldn’t understand. The forest?
She opened the back door.
The werewolf towered over her.
And struck. Crunching and splattering followed. Bits rained down on the hard floor. A thump.
Most of Dolores lay motionless.
Eventually, the werewolf nudged her with its snout. “There. You happy?”
Flesh chunks slid towards Dolores, who sat up, groaning until the last chunk slid seamlessly into place, before standing up and laughing.
“Man, I wish we had a full moon every night! That was exciting! Let’s do it again!”
The werewolf… shifted.
Fidelia stood in its place, covering herself up. “Don’t head into the church. This place is creepy.”
“It makes the game more interesting. So, wanna do it now?”
“Horny vampire,” muttered Fidelia. She forced a smile through her lips. “My place first. Clean-up.”
Shifting the curtain, Dolores smiled at sunrise. “Nice day. You sheep-hunting later, or –?”
A crumbling sound made Fidelia growl from the sink. “For pity’s sake, I warned you! Now you’re leaving dust everywhere! Hold on. I’ll get the steak.”
Several drops of raw blood later, Dolores mushroomed into shape, swaying slightly.
“Sorry,” she said. “So,” she added, sitting down by her dumbbells, “any thoughts about vacation?”
“Brazil sounds kinda nice. A beach, sand to roll in, sea water for doggy-paddling.”
“Eh…” Dolores pumped a few kilos. “Sun doesn’t agree with me. Also, food’s too spicy.”
“Hm?”
“Hot-blooded Latinos.”
“Dolores, don’t be racist.”
“I can taste the difference. Say, why don’t we visit relatives? Haven’t seen your parents in ages.”
Wiping steel candelabra with a cloth, Fidelia snorted. “Not a promising avenue. Your mom’s dog hasn’t forgiven me yet.”
“Huh?”
“For eating the cat? His best friend? While I was on that diet?”
“Oh, that. I hardly remember Snowflake, really.”
“Well, Rover von Ruritania does.”
“How about Asia?”
“Don’t they eat dogs over there? How about Italy?”
“Too many Catholics.”
“Huh?”
“Crosses,” Dolores explained.
After washing her ceramic dog bowl, Fidelia sighed. “We’ll think of something.”
The day dragged on…
Lying on the bed, Fidelia stared up at the chandelier. “You ever feel like the excitement’s gone out of things?”
Groaning. No intelligible answer.
“I mean, it’s been fifty years. Time we talked about… us.”
“Next full moon…” mumbled Dolores, shifting. “We both run it… naked.”
“I’m serious, Dolores. When we met, there was… a spark, you know? I tried to kill you, you tried to kill me… I never felt so alive. But now, we wait until full moon, I chase you a bit, and I don’t know how to say this, but… I feel like the spark’s not there anymore.”
Dolores’ breath tickled her neck.
After a while, Dolores answered, “Come on. You think I wait around with you every month for sex?”
“Hm?”
Dolores’ voice tickled Fidelia’s ear. “Come here, lemme tell a little secret.”
“Yeah?” Heat stirred inside Fidelia’s chest.
“Before I met you, I was always chasing somebody under the moonlight. Vampire food, right? And it was fun. I just didn’t feel… Well, I was like ‘Is that all there is? Chasing and snacking?’ So now I get to play the victim a little bit… For god’s sake, don’t tell anyone this… but it’s like I’ve found myself. Properly. Like I knew that was all I needed to be complete.”
“What, a tough girl like you?”
“It’s nice to feel vulnerable every now and then. Crazy, I know, but true.” Dolores’s arms slithered around Fidelia’s own, wrapping them tighter together, and Fidelia looked away from the chandelier to two reddened, weary, but brightening eyes. “And some of my best moments were just us chatting. The two of us. Even when I’m crumbling into dust, it’s like the whole world seems right to me.”
Just one thing bothered Fidelia: “Why the church, though?”
Dolores shrugged. “For the challenge.”
“Dim-witted vampire.” But this smile came naturally.
Pics
The prose was very sparse with this one. I had to read it through a couple times to figure out what was going on.
Alternate Title: Two Girls, One Full Moon
Now here's a sex comedy I can get behind. It's got just about everything I want, minus proper erotica. That's okay, though, because what the author gave us here is both novel and well-thought-out.
Hey guys, what if we had this story about two lesbians? But wait, hold your horses, it gets even better. What if... one was a vampire, and the other was a werewolf? I can already see the money rolling in.
The prose is pretty stripped back, as >>Hap said, although it's not the most minimalist entry this round (we'll get to that one later), and I had a fairly easy time figuring out everything the first time around. Read this a second time was a low-key blast, though. I can totally buy into Fidelia and Dolores being a couple; maybe not one that's been going for fifty years, because few relationships even last that long, but I like their chemistry.
It mixes the archetypal and the novel in a way that doesn't let the former weigh the rest of it down. There are quite a few entries this round that involve werewolves, and this is probably my favorite of the bunch.
I may be an asshole, but I really appreciate well-done romance like this. My biggest gripe would be the Latinos joke, but as someone who dated a Latina for a long time I can testify that they would probably be bad for a vampire's health.
I got a few chuckles out of this story, though, which is more than I can say for most comedic minifics.
Now here's a sex comedy I can get behind. It's got just about everything I want, minus proper erotica. That's okay, though, because what the author gave us here is both novel and well-thought-out.
Hey guys, what if we had this story about two lesbians? But wait, hold your horses, it gets even better. What if... one was a vampire, and the other was a werewolf? I can already see the money rolling in.
The prose is pretty stripped back, as >>Hap said, although it's not the most minimalist entry this round (we'll get to that one later), and I had a fairly easy time figuring out everything the first time around. Read this a second time was a low-key blast, though. I can totally buy into Fidelia and Dolores being a couple; maybe not one that's been going for fifty years, because few relationships even last that long, but I like their chemistry.
It mixes the archetypal and the novel in a way that doesn't let the former weigh the rest of it down. There are quite a few entries this round that involve werewolves, and this is probably my favorite of the bunch.
I may be an asshole, but I really appreciate well-done romance like this. My biggest gripe would be the Latinos joke, but as someone who dated a Latina for a long time I can testify that they would probably be bad for a vampire's health.
I got a few chuckles out of this story, though, which is more than I can say for most comedic minifics.
sexy.
three interesting scenes, so even as a minific it feels packed with content. this also helps to set up a simple arc for the story to follow. and that in turn makes this actually feel kinda romantic, since we see the couple sharing time together both at their most exciting moments and tense awkward moments.
the ending where they patch things up feels a little rushed, but I'll chalk that up to wordcount limits that probably forced cutting some lines. again, there's so much happening in this minific, that I really can't blame it for that, but instead admire it for how much it does accomplish.
three interesting scenes, so even as a minific it feels packed with content. this also helps to set up a simple arc for the story to follow. and that in turn makes this actually feel kinda romantic, since we see the couple sharing time together both at their most exciting moments and tense awkward moments.
the ending where they patch things up feels a little rushed, but I'll chalk that up to wordcount limits that probably forced cutting some lines. again, there's so much happening in this minific, that I really can't blame it for that, but instead admire it for how much it does accomplish.
I agree with both previous commenters. This is a nice comedy with great sexual undertones. The two characters are definitely well characterized and their interaction is rather sweet. The first twist is rather good and contributes to setting up the general tone of the piece. The execution is pretty nice and the starting idea is rather cool. A good read, overall!