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A sigh.
The unmistakable sigh of the last reminisce of life leaving a body, leaving Angela's body. She feels drops of water running down her sunken face, unsure of whether it was water, or tears of despair leaving her eyes in the last attempt of emotions. Today was supposed to be a normal day, finish her college classes and freshening up before going to her usual bar. Angela would end up nursing a singular drink and watch the sloppy and drunken chaos of the other people hoping to escape their boring lives until they woke up to regret it in the morning.

Sure it had started like that, her skin damp and warm as she stepped out of the shower, slipping on a white tank top with torn blue jeans and a black button up for extra 'flair' as she would say, slipping on white sneakers, obviously worn down and scuffed. Putting on minimal makeup before walking out of her college dorm, and locking it, leaving a small note to her roommate, Damien, telling him that there were some slightly questionable leftovers in the fridge that need to either be thrown out, or eaten if he was brave enough.

Walking towards the bar, Angela breathes deeply, enjoying the crisp air and the sunset that looked like it could be painted into a beautiful mural. She did her usual routine, nursing a vodka soda as she watched the messy and sweaty dancing and grinding she had learned to find humor in. She rarely ever got drunk, not wanting to end up as one of the people escaping the inevitable dread of waking up to the dreary adulthood that most of them lived.

Suddenly, she felt a presence next to her, smelling lightly of lavender and tequila. Angela stifled a shiver as a soft and semi cold hand grazed against her shoulder. She turned her head slowly, meeting gazes with a woman who looked so ethereal she was halfway convinced she was staring at a goddess. Her tan skin was complimented by a light pink blouse, paired together with tight fitting jeans, and black boots, giving her an extra height boost to her already tall body. The woman's lips curled into a semi smile, resembling a smirk, but with a warmth wrapped into it. "Sooo, what are you doing stuck to a bar stool on a Friday night, when you could be dancing with a pretty woman?" The beautiful being before her slowly raked her eyes over the smaller woman's outfit, drinking up every detail, even in such a plain outfit.

Angela laughed softly and shook her head, taking another sip of the bitter drink, disliking the apparent ratio where it was vodka and barely any soda water. She grimaces at the way the drink burns on the way down. "As much as that sounds enticing, that would require me to mingle into the mess of desperate drunks, and definitely needing to be drunk myself. " she smiles lightly at the woman, feeling herself drawn into her presence, almost like an invisible string being pulled tighter and shorter. The taller woman grins before flagging down the bartender, ordering three shots of tequila. "I'm Amanda, and you are?" Amanda... What a beautiful name "I'm Angela, nice to meet you" Angela swears she can see Amanda's eyes darken slightly with a tinge of red, she shakes it off as her eyes playing tricks from the dim lights cascading shadows against the walls.

"Angela.. What a beautiful name. Now what do you say, angel? Couple shots of liquid courage and a slightly buzzed dance partner? I promise I will not be part of the drunken mess, I only want to take an adorable woman to the dance floor." Amanda smirks and extends a hand, in which the shorter girl sighs nervously, downing the remaining two shots and placing her hand in Amanda's. As she's pulled off the stool, the height difference becomes painfully evident. The difference of the two is over half a foot, making Angela look like a dwarf in contrast to the other woman. Somehow it made Amanda look even more stunning, her legs moving smoothly towards the floor, guiding Angela in.

Amanda pulls Angela in, twirling her around like a middle school slow dance, the laugh shared between the two, bringing them closer as the energy between the two turns electric, light grinding and slightly messy and desperate touches as the two dance. It feels like a string, pulling them closer, they had just met tonight but the shorter woman swears it feels like they know each other so well, as if they were reincarnated and left to gravitate closer for years until their souls find each other again, yearning and waiting for years, fusing into one soul as their halves finally become whole. Angela shivers, the warm and minty breath tinged with alcohol grazes her neck, leading up to her ear as Amanda whispers almost too quietly for even her to hear. "What do you say we get out of here. It's too dark to see your full beauty."

Angela feels her face warm up, unable to tell if it was from the woman's words and her breath tickling her ear and neck, or if it was the alcohol warming her. Taking a deep breath, she nods. She's pulled through the crowd and toward the door, quickly exiting into the chill, the wind almost a calm whistle against her heated skin. Amanda pulls her in, ghosting her lips over Angela's as she gazes into her brown eyes, waiting for some confirmation that she wanted this as much as the older woman did. Angela saw the red tint once again, but how? They were in the soft light of the moon, it wasn't the dim yellow lights that lit the bar up barely enough to see. She pushes the thought away as she pulls Amanda's lips against hers, tasting bitter tequila and mint, combining into something pleasant, addictive even. The soft lips crash against hers, starting slow and soft but quickly delving into hunger panged pants and gasps, Amanda devouring her lips as if she were starved, and her lips were the only thing of sustenance. A soft whimper leaving the shorter woman's lips, Amanda swallowing all the sounds as her tongue slipped into Angela's mouth, their tongues entangle in a list filled fight that Angela was clearly losing in.

Amanda groaned lowly against the woman's lips, pulling her into the alley next to the bar. A low rumble fills the silent air, warning the area of a storm, but the women ignore it, their flush faces and swollen lips slamming against each other. Angela is pressed against the cold brick as Amanda's hands roamed over her body, radiating with a want that made her shiver. The older woman pulls away slightly, a low growl rumbling in her throat. Angela looks at her, the red tint is darker, almost glowing, and she believes she sees fangs, the teeth way too sharp to be ordinary canines. "I've played with you long enough, angel. I'm hungry, and you're the perfect feast I've been waiting for. "

Angela doesn't have a moment to process or even escape from the woman, before she groans in pain, writhing as two sharp fangs dig into her neck. Warm scarlet liquid runs down her neck, staining the white tank top with a large spot of dark red. The older woman covers her mouth, sucking the thick liquid hungrily, devouring her, and gripping her bruisingly against the brick. A sudden door slamming of the last calls stumbling out of the bar, startling Amanda, who had the warmth and thickness of the delicious woman's blood down her chin and neck. Growling she let's Angela fall, discreetly running in the opposite way of the drunks, leaving Angela to bleed out against the brick. She slumps over to the side, her body too weak to stay up even if she attempts to move into the dim light of the street lamp, the black dumpster of the bar obscuring anyone from seeing her. She looks up at the moon, almost mockingly shining dimly, the light never reaching her, the slight part of the roof covering her enough to see the moon, but not to feel the quiet peace the light gave everywhere else.

She feels a liquid slide down her face, unable to tell if it was the storm finally letting itself be known, or the tears of the realisation that she would die here, in the dark alley next to a dingy bar, forgotten by the woman she thought was beautiful, turning out to be the final nail in her demise. She feels a sigh escape her lips, the unmistakable feeling of her soul escaping little by little into the darkness, the exhaustion dragging her into a sleep she was sure she would never wake from. Her eyes are heavy, but her body feels light, almost like it was lifting into space, destined to be another forgotten soul that was released too soon, unable to do anything significant in the life it was given. She slowly accepted her fate, letting the heaviness push her eyes closed, the final soul fragments leaving her body in a prolonged and final sigh. Her body falling still and lifeless.

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She jolts, her eyes flashing open as she gasps loudly, gripping her chest in heaving breaths, the rain falling heavier than she remembered, the alley partially flooded, the streets eerily quiet with only gusts of wind to break the silence. She goes to frantically grab the two puncture wounds, finding that the wounds had closed, the bleeding ceased long ago. Angela grunts heavily as she pushes herself off the soaked ground, grabbing for her phone. It was nearly dead as she unlocked it, seeing the time. 4am? That doesn't make any sense, that means it's been three hours since she was left to bleed on the cold concrete. She slowly presses her hand against her face, hating the way her head pounded in misery. She slowly walked out of the alley, buttoning the black shirt in hopes to hide the scarlet stained tank. How was she alive? What was happening? She felt her life leave her body but suddenly she's still in it? Walking the streets like nothing had happened? She felt different, but it was nothing too noticeable to be able to tell what was different.

Until she smelled it, a sickly sweet smell invading her nostrils. It smelled like pain and sugar had combined, leaving a scent that made Angela's mouth water. That's when she felt them, her canines were sharper. Her senses felt like they were upgraded, the smell becoming more intense, her pace speeding up to chase the smell. She looks around, the smell reaching a fever pitch as she locks eyes on one of the drunk people from the bar. He had definitely fallen and fell asleep on the sidewalk, his skinned knees and palms slowly trickling blood.

Blood. That was the smell, the sweet, addictive smell, was blood. Her mind quickly caught up, enhanced senses, sharp fang like canines, the sweet and hungering smell of the crimson liquid. Vampires were real, and she had been turned into one. Nausea pooled at the back of her throat, threatening to spill, but nothing came. A sharp cough, but still nothing. Her mouth watered, the smell of blood filling her senses mindlessly dragging her towards the man. She wished she had any sort of control, hoping that maybe she were having a nightmare, that she didn't need to drain him to feel satisfied of the hunger that torn her restraint to pieces, demolishing it to a pulp. She growled, running over to him, and wasting no time before biting into his neck. The warm thick liquid filled her mouth quickly, nausea taking over once again, she swallowed grimly, expecting to be disgusted, instead she felt satisfied, but ever the more hungry. She bit back into him, sucking the blood quickly with a fervor, unable to stop the feeling in her body. It felt strong, it made her strong. After some time, she unlatched from his neck, his skin was sunken in and pale, lifeless and drained. She panted, wiping her mouth before pulling the lifeless body with ease to another dark alleyway. The joy of being satisfied quickly left her body, quickly realizing what she had done, she had killed. She had taken a life of a man who had done nothing wrong, his mistake was just an attempted escape of his life, leading to the end of it. Angela grimanced at the taste in her mouth, she hated how it still tasted good, how she wanted more, she was insatiable and terrified at what she had done, but even more terrified that she didn't want to stop. She quickly ran, hoping Damien was asleep, so she could slip in, and go to sleep, hoping that it was just a horrible dream.

However, as the sun slowly rised, she woke up in pain, her arms started to feel as if they were burning. They were, they were burning, she let out a small gasp, stifling a cry as she pulls away from the sun's gaze. However it was only her arms, every part of her body covered by fabric, wasn't burning. Angela quickly endured the pain, snapping the blinds and curtains close, her teeth clenched in pain. The burns slowly healed which each passing moment. Letting out a breath of relief she stood back up, running her fingers through her hair gingerly before changing her shirt stained with her own blood. She quickly pulled a long sleeves shirt over her head, before stepping into the main room of the dorm. She's greeted by a smiling Damien, his mouth partially full of toast. Angela smiled back half heartedly, knowing she couldn't tell him what had happened. What could she say? Hey man I know this sounds insane but a vampire bit me last night and turned me into one and now I need to drink blood and you're a human with blood in it, but totally don't be scared that you're full of what I consume. She could already see it, him calling her crazy and yelling at her to get out and that she was psychotic. She groaned slightly at the thought before walking over to the fridge. Even though she couldn't eat anything anymore, she at least tried to appear as if she were hungry, gazing at the fridge with a quiet disgust, she closed the door and sat on the couch, trying to reel her thoughts and desires in. Knowing that what she craved, could be easily acquired from her roommate, but she refused, somehow keeping herself from launching on to him as he sat right next to her.

"Soooo.... Rough night? You look like shit, and you were out late girl. I was up until 2, and you still weren't home, I was scared you got pulled into an alley and killed!" His over exaggerated hand movements as he said the last part made her grimace. He wasn't far from the truth, just missing the part where she came back to life as a blood sucking monster. She laughed shakily "nahhhh... I just got too drunk and wandered the streets for a bit, I was so turned around I couldn't find where to go, and my phone was dead" Damien laughed as he took a sip of orange juice, patting Angela's knee. "We've all been there, I'm glad you made it back safely. " she nodded cautiously, looking down at her hands, the same ones that were covered in a strangers blood, the ones drug the lifeless body to a dark alley, after deciding her hunger was worth more than his life. She hated herself, she hated every moment she was in her body, her body that should no longer be breathing, let alone visibly in perfect condition. It made her feel sick, how she could just end someone's life over the simple fact that his blood smelled like a meal.

Angela stood up so quickly, it caught Damien off guard, causing him to bite his cheek, breaking skin. He yelped and held his cheek, and that sickly sweet smell filled her senses again, but this time, also mixed with something earthy, almost as if cinnamon was mixed into it. Her skin paled, as if it were possible to pale more. She high tailed it back into her room, slamming the door close and locking in, before sitting on her bed, rocking back and forth as Damien quietly knocks on the door. "Angela?... Are you okay? " his voice laced with concern and worry. She looks around, desperately searching for an excuse. She spotted it, her bathroom. They were blessed with their own private bathrooms, connecting to their bedrooms. There was only three of these in the entire dorm area. She coughed and groaned, playing into character. "I'm so sorry.. My body is not agreeing with the amount of alcohol I drank last night. Don't worry about me, promise! I just need to lay down in silence for a while! " she heard him shuffle and sigh softly "I hope you feel better babes, if you need anything, don't bother to ask. See you later Angela" and just like that, she was alone, in a dark room, stuck with the realization that she would never be free from the disgust she feels with herself, she could never be human again, she could never spend time with a human normally, without wanting to drain them like she had last night.

Nightfall reaches after some few hours, but she refuses to come out. It continues like that until Monday. When Monday came, she was ravenous, wanting any sort of blood, needing to feel the warmth fill her mouth again. It was only 3am, maybe she had time to sneak ou- The window slowly opens, a slim and tall figure slips in. She feels the grin, the eyes slightly glowing. Angela's breath hitched, locking her gaze on to the eyes. "No.. No, leave me alone" she squeaked out before the slim figure closed in on her, her facial features hard to see. She couldn't fight the lady, it was almost impossible to break the eye contact. The vampire grinned, sliding her hand over Angela's. "Oh my love, I can't hurt you again. I made you, which makes you mine, and I can't hurt my own. I didn't mean to turn you Angel, but man does being a vampire suit you. " her hand slowly trace Angela's jaw, savoring the way the younger vamp still shivered against her. She leans down, her teeth grazing against the shell of her ear, her breath hot and full of lust. "Admit it. You enjoy me here, you can't hate me. Not when your body is screaming for me. " she growled seductively, her hands slowly roaming over Angela's body, bathing in the way Angela let's out a small whimper when her hands graze against her waist.

Amanda pulls away and extends her hand to the younger woman. "Come on babydoll I can see that you're starving. I can explain the in's and outs of being a vampire." Angela reluctantly grabs her hand, trying to muster up any hate in her heart for her maker, but she couldn't. It almost felt like it was supposed to happen, this woman who she felt so drawn to, was a vampire, and turned her into one as well.

Maybe the universe is making sure that I'm with my other half?

No. That's impossible, some random vampire she met at a bar couldn't be the other half her soul has been searching for silently.

Amanda guides her out of the window before jumping the two stories down to the concrete before. She was insane, there was no way the younger woman could jump like that. The taller one smiled, almost softly, before extending her arms, in a way that looks like she'd catch her. Angela takes a deep breath, shoving the nerves deep down before jumping, falling ungracefully into the older woman's arms. "I guess you can say you fell for me now. " she winked, pink dusting Angela's cheeks.

Walking side by side, Amanda explains how vampires can go into the sun, but their skin has to be covered, including their face, which could be easily covered by a hat. Vampires came out more in the day time during fall and winter, since they wouldn't have to explain why they were completely covered in the sweltering heat that is summer. She explains that other 'monsters' do exist, her friend group is full of different species, and she seemed almost excited for the younger woman to meet them, exclaiming she would fit in well. Angela couldn't help smiling at the taller woman explaining her friend group. "Ian and Spencer are werewolves, Anthony is a demon, Courtney and Arasha are fairies, Shayne is a dragon-" she let out a small laugh as she sees Angela's mouth completely open, she knows the shorter woman didn't believe in the supernatural creatures until a couple days ago; making the explaining all the worth while. Amanda pats Angela's shoulder softly "it's going to take a minute to get used to all of this, but I promise you might actually enjoy this. We have another dragon friend, but he hasn't shown up in a while, saying something about how his human roommate might find out he's a dragon. Anyway, we also have Tommy who is an elf, and no he's not short, and then Trevor who is a siren!" Angela stares at the taller woman deeply, hoping if she stares at her enough, that the words she's saying will make more sense. She opens her mouth but is quickly cut off by Amanda pulling her towards a bar, it looks closed, but when she opens the door and drags the younger woman in, her eyes lock with a large group of people, who all look to the loud sound of the door.

"Hey! You made it! " a slim woman with wavy blonde hair basically bounces over to the pair. Angela gazed over the woman, seeing the glitter in her hair, dressed in a green flowy shirt paired with light blue jeans, and white sneakers. She looked as if the earth was incorporated into her outfit. Their gazes meet, the bubbly woman tilts her head before lightly pointing at the younger woman, smiling. "I'm Courtney! And you must be, a vampire?" Unease fills Angela's stomach at the word, but isn't that what she is? A vampire? She could no longer be a normal college student, frantically trying to get to her classes and going to a bar every night, watching carefree people drink and dance. "Angela, and yes, that is what I am" Amanda let out a small laugh, wrapping her arm around the younger woman and squeezing softly. "Yep, now if you don't mind, Court, I need to introduce her to everyone and get her some food" she winked at Angela, making her nervous. She wasn't sure how she could kill someone again, it made her uneasy, nauseous even. The younger woman was drug over to the group, locking eyes with a man. His eyes glowed a dark red, but not with malice, with kindness, enjoyment even. His coarse and curly brown hair complimented his light brown skin. Black ripped jeans and a dark blue shirt, a white button up draped against the back of his chair as he waves at the younger woman. "Wow you're so pretty! I'm Chanse, and you're, Angela? Right? " she nods, smiling at the way he radiated with kindness, her body relaxing slightly. He pats the chair next to him as he nods at Amanda. "I got her, why don't you get some food" Angela sits next to him, slowly taking in her surroundings and the people around her. Courtney had sat next to a short, but well built man with short and messy blonde hair, his hand resting on her knee.

She locked eyes with a hairy but gentle looking man, his glasses framing his face nicely as his arm drapes over the shoulder of the man next to him, clean shaven and in all black. The bearded man speaks up "I'm Ian, and this is Anthony, it's nice to meet you Angela." She swallows lightly before letting a small smile spread "Yea! Hi, werewolf and... Demon, right?" Both men smile and nod as Courtney speaks up "This is Shayne, you probably already know he's a dragon, but he's not vicious" she laughs, smiling as she leans into the dragon "probably the nicest dragon I've met, his friend is a close second though"

Angela tilts her head "Yeah Amanda said something about another dragon just disappearing, something about his roommate?" Shayne smiled softly "Yeah, Damien, he talked about being afraid that his human roommate would figure him out somehow, and he needed to be around more humans to appear as one of them" her skin goes cold as her eyes widen. Damien, is a dragon? I mean that would explain the slight smell of cinnamon in his blood, but he talked about his human roommate. She was the human he was afraid of finding out his true identity. She stiffened before opening her phone, glancing at Damien's contact. The vampire next to her gasped softly as he looks over her shoulder, seeing the contact. "Wait, are you the 'human' roommate? Oh my god call him! Invite him over!" She glanced at the rest of the group, all of them with smiles of surprise, before she calmly called Damien. One ring. Two.

"Angela? Are you okay?" His voice low and tired, obviously just waking up. "Damien, yeah I'm fine. Uh could you come to the bar across from the college?" A pause. "Isn't that bar closed for maintenance currently? What are you doing there?" She let out a small laugh "Just get over here, I'll explain everything when you arrive. " he grumbles in agreement before hanging up. Amanda approaches her with a glass of the dark crimson liquid, looking up in confusion, the older woman laughs as she sits on the other sit of her. "Blood bags, we have sellers who give us bags of it so we don't have to kill anyone." She shuffles uncomfortably, looking at the younger woman "I don't.. I don't usually kill humans, or attempt to and end up turning them. There was something about you that drew me in, it was almost impossible to stop myself in the bar. If it means anything, I regret leaving you there, alone and scared and unknowing of what was happening, but I couldn't risk being seen." She smiles sadly, rubbing small circles on Angela's shoulder.

Angela nods and looks at the liquid, taking a small sip of it, letting out a small groan of enjoyment before drinking more. It felt comforting, that at least she didn't have to kill someone to satisfy her needs, and that Amanda didn't want to leave her confused, or even drink her blood. It was something invisible, dragging them to each other. She could feel herself relaxing more, starting to come to terms of her mortality, or lack thereof. Maybe it was because Amanda had been so rough, but then so sweet, comforting. The group had taken her in nicely, understanding of the confusion the younger vamp felt, being new to everything. There were still some people- creatures? She hadn't talked to yet, but they seem wrapped into their own conversations. She relaxes into a conversation with Chanse and Amanda, Courtney and Shayne chiming in softly.

The door suddenly slams open, a growling noise coming from the figure. What the hell?

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The figure steps in, frantically looking around, until it locks with Angela's. “You’re okay?” Damien speaks softly, pink dusted his cheeks from embarrassment, looking around at his friends who look, confused to say the least. Angela smiles softly “Yep, I'm all good. I- uh” her eyes flicker from the wall to him, it feels like she's in trouble with her older brother. The older man furrows his brows after she looks up at him “Your eyes were just red- wait… Angela?” She smiles at him sheepishly, her fangs peeking out over her bottom lip.

Courtney and Shayne watch him, they could see the cogs turning in his head as he looks back and forth between the three vampires. Damien let's out a sigh of relief, smiling as Chanse moves to a chair next to Spencer, allowing him to sit next to Angela. “I'm honestly glad you're a vampire, I don't think I could keep such a big secret from you for much longer” his arms move animatedly before pulling Angela into a hug. Amanda watches everything as if Damien would take the younger woman from her. She felt possessive, jealous, territorial even. The older woman didn't know why, she's turned people before, hell she turned Chanse after he begged her to for six months straight. Something was different about this girl, she felt bonded, every emotion she had for Angela was so strong, too strong.

The thought of someone even being near to the new vamp, brought a rage out that she didn't know existed inside of her.

The night goes on with ease, Damien gets caught up on events that turned Angela, Amanda is visibly embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with a slightly angered Damien, before Angela calms him down.

They all go their separate ways, with Shayne and Courtney going to their place, shared with Ian and Anthony. Spencer, Tommy, Arasha, and Trevor head into the storage rooms of the bar, apparently they've lived in here since it closed. Chanse and Amanda fall close behind Damien and Angela. “You know she's safe with him, why can't we go home? We don't have much time before the sun comes up” Chanse groans, his shoulder connecting playfully with Amanda's arm, earning a growl from the older woman. “I don't know if I can go home, something just feels wrong.” Chanse looks at Amanda, tilting his head in confusion.

Amanda had never felt this dread in her chest before, but Angela starting to leave triggered the dread to feel like an elephant in her chest. The older vamp looks ahead, when Damien and Angela stop in their tracks suddenly. The weight in her chest becomes heavier, looking past the vamp and dragon, she sees a group of men, maybe four? Three of them stand behind one of them. The leader speaks up, his voice gruff and low “Where are y'all going.” He doesn't speak with question, but with demand. The group seems to not have seen her or Chanse, as they move behind the wall next to them

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They both watched the situation closely, wanting to make sure they were aggressive before sinking their teeth into the group. “We are just going back to our dorms after a late night. Now excuse us, we need to get some semblance of sleep.” Damien's voice lowered with a half growl at the end. “I don't think so. You look like a couple of freaks.” Angela scowled, gripping Damien's hand as she started to pull him to walk around “Let's just go, this is idiotic” a strong and firm fist connects to the side of Angela's face, sending her to the ground hard. Damien is quick, lunging at the nearest group member, his fist connecting strongly to the man's jaw, a loud crack followed by a scream, the man carefully holds his jaw while he tries to slowly scoot away. Amanda growls lowly, her eyes turning a dark, dangerous red, launching herself at the man currently straddling Angela, punching her roughly.

It was obvious Angela was weak from starving herself as she was barely able to shield her face from more hits, failing miserably as another punch connected to her jaw. The younger woman feels the man quickly fly from her body, confused as she slowly lifts her head, the headache already hitting in deafening throbs. Dazed, her eyes struggle to focus as she sees her maker, more enraged than she's seen, straddled on the man. Angela quickly realizes the man is dead, very dead, his insides ripped out as Amanda continues to drain him. She releases from his neck, locking eyes with the younger vamp as she wipes his blood off of her mouth.

The older woman approaches her, before carefully straddling Angela, leaning closer. She lightly opens the shorter woman's mouth before slowly letting blood spill from her mouth, into hers. It feels deeply intimate, and the tension is thick as Angela looks up at the taller woman, maintaining eye contact as she swallows. Amanda lets out a groan, watching the bruises slowly fade, lightly dragging her fingers across the vamp's jaw, sliding off of her hips. “Why don't you go kill one of them, angel. You're starved, and they don't deserve to be living.” Angela lets out a small groan at the pet name, before getting up and running over to the only group member that hasn't gotten ripped to shreds yet. He's already weakened, supporting a broken jaw and slumped against a wall. She watches as tears slowly fall down his face, cherishing the way she can feel the fear radiating off of him, before sinking her teeth into him, drinking roughly, hungrily.

After a bit, she releases from his throat with a growl. Angela looks up, being met with three pairs of eyes, two are definitely surprised, and one is proud and something else unrecognizable. She wipes the blood from her mouth and stands up. “What? Did I do something wrong?” Amanda steps forward, smiling, Damien and Chanse still staring in surprise. “No, babydoll, you didn't do anything wrong, but you did drain the hell out of that guy” She whispers the last part into Angela's ear, earning a shiver as she looks down at the guy she decimated. She was right, his skin was pale and sunken, as if he starved to death, but in reality, she drank every drop of blood out of him.

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Her face turned dark red, covering her mouth in shock. “Holy shit.. Oh my God I did that” Damien is the first to speak from the pair “I bet you feel a lot stronger now don't you Ang?” She nods gingerly, Amanda wraps her arm around the younger vamp, her breath ghosting the shell of Angela's ear “That's my girl.”

The girl shivers, slowly looking at her maker, her face felt like it was burning as a deep ache settled in the pit of her stomach. Letting out a shaky breath to calm the feeling, Angela begins to walk to their dorm again, hoping the cool air might calm her thoughts and the way her body felt. Damien quickly catches up, connecting his shoulder to hers. “Girl, you are radiating arousal right now, I hope you know that” earning a groan from the woman.

“Can we go home now?” Amanda scoffs at the younger man, her eyes glued on Angela as she walks away. “You go home, I'll see you tomorrow” Chanse lets out a small laugh while turning away “Go get you some, Queen” which thankfully earns a laugh from the older woman. Amanda catches up to the pair, interlocking her arm with Angela's

The shorter woman stiffens for a second, before breathing deeply and continuing to walk. “Are you alright Angel?” The younger woman turns her head to Amanda, glaring, her eyes flicking down to the older woman's lips and back to her eyes. “I'm fine, and stop calling me that, I'm far from an angel” Amanda grins, leaning down, her lips pressing against her ear. “You are an angel, but I bet in the bedroom, you're a dirty girl. And I plan to find that out, angel. “ Angela chokes on her spit, coughing. Damien looks over, patting the woman's back “Are you okay?” Angela grunts out an I'm fine as they reach the dorms. They have to sneak Amanda in, which takes some time before they successfully enter their dorm room, closing the door with a sigh.

“I am going the hell to bed before some other shit ruins my night” Damien grunts before heading to his room, shutting the door. Leaving Angela and Amanda by themselves.

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Amanda slowly turns, looking at the shorter woman, and extends her hand out. "I don't back out from challenges, babydoll, I hope you're prepared" she practically whispers the last part against her ear, before pulling the shorter woman into her dorm room, locking the door. Angela looks up at the older woman, her chest rising and falling erratically. Her maker tilts her head, as if she's trying to figure out a puzzle. “Are you a virgin? You seem really nervous, angel” the younger woman laughs and shakes her head “No I'm not, it's just been a long time” the older woman smiles softly, cupping her cheek, and admiring her. The way her face was warm, the way her eyes were watching her, almost waiting for the first move. Amanda indulges in the younger woman's silent pleads, pressing her lips against Angela's, softly stroking her cheek as she does so. 

The younger woman lets out a small sigh, her hand resting on the back of the older woman's neck, deepening the kiss. Amanda lets out a small groan, her free hand resting on the shorter woman's waist, licking her bottom lip for access. Angela groans softly as they tongues entangle themselves. Amanda is clearly restraining herself, her hands resting on the woman's waist, gripping her belt loops, almost trying to ground herself. Letting out a low growl, she pushes Angela more firmly against the door, her hands beginning to roam underneath her shirt, the younger woman shivering from her touch. Her maker breaks the kiss, tugging at her shirt. Angela lifts her arms up as the older woman slides her shirt off with ease, reconnecting their lips, her hands rubbing small circles in her sides, earning a moan from the younger woman. 

Amanda's hands slide up her waist, slowly running up to her sports bra, pulling away once again, looking at the younger woman, her eyes tinted red, her face flushed and lips swollen. Angela slides off her bra, watching the older woman gaze her eyes, taking in every exposed inch of skin. Her lips connect to the shorter vamp's neck, pressing hot kisses up and down, focusing on one area that pulls small whines out of her. The taller woman grazes her hand over her breast, fingers brushing against the nipple, causing the vamp to suck in a deep breath. She smirks before kissing down her neck, then her collarbone, before teasing her lips around her breasts.

 She looks up at Angela for a silent confirmation that this was okay. Angela silently nods, letting out a gasp as Amanda picked her up with ease, backing up until she blindly finds the bed, and sitting on it, forcing Angela to straddle her thighs. Her lips reconnect to her collarbone, smiling against her skin as she rakes her fangs over the sensitive skin. It's amazing how much restraint she has, even as Angela shifts her hips against her thighs in need. 

Amanda hums as her fangs partially press into the younger woman's skin, before licking the spare drops of blood that seeped out. Angela grips her shoulders, the older woman's lips finally drifting down to her chest, before attaching to her nipple, lightly licking, an occasional fang scraping against it. Angela's hips are no longer being controlled, almost a mind of their own as they start to grind against her thighs, small whimpers mindlessly falling from the younger woman's mouth. Amanda moans against her nipple, her hands drifting to unbutton the smaller woman's jeans, running her fingers across the waistband of her underwear, teasing her. As Angela lets out needy whines, the older woman lets go of the swollen nipple, switching to the other bud, swirling her tongue around it before sucking and scraping her fangs against it. Angela's hand tangles into the older vamp's hair, tugging firmly in arousal and frustration. 

Amanda laughs against her nipple before looking up at the needy vamp. “Patience, princess, I want to take my time with you, I want to taste and touch every inch of skin you have. You taste so good, and the arousal you radiate makes it so much sweeter” She growls, dragging her lips up to the younger woman's shoulder, biting just enough to draw some blood, licking the bite clean. Angela's free hand grips the back of Amanda's shirt, her hips moving back and forth with more intent, moaning against the older woman's neck.

 Amanda catches on to what she's doing, and stops her movement, looking at the vamp. Angela is seething, but the anger is full of arousal and desperation, her whole intent is to break the younger woman until she can't think about her actions anymore, and it's working. Angela grips the older woman's shirt and tugs it hard, frustration from the loss of friction building up. A loud rip is heard as the rough tug leaves a huge rip in Amanda's shirt, earning a huge shit-eating grin from the taller woman; it was exactly what she was intending to happen, to push Angela to a breaking point, and she was almost there. 

The older woman slips off her shirt and goes to kiss Angela, but her eyes are locked on her bra, mouth slightly agape. “Holy shit.” Amanda laughs before reaching behind, unclipping her bra and sliding it off. The younger vamp's eyes stare at her bare chest, before looking up at Amanda for confirmation. Amanda smiles, tangling her hand into Angela's hair. “Be a good girl for mommy, go ahead.” And that's all it takes for the shorter woman to match onto her nipple, her hand fondling the other breast. The older woman lets out a moan, earning a growl from the vamp. It was almost adorable, how much she fed off of the older woman's moans, igniting a fire of desire as she pushed the older woman onto her back.

 Her own arousal was forgotten, with only the thought of making her maker cum. Her hands roam, unbuttoning her jeans, her fangs scrape across the older woman's stomach, before she sits up and tugs the jeans off, leaving Amanda in only a pair of solid black underwear. A low growl rumbles in Angela's throat, her lips connecting to the older woman's neck again, this time repeating what Amanda had done. Her fangs sink in deeper, before releasing and hovering over the older woman, forcing her mouth open. She leans in and lets the blood drip from her mouth into Amanda's, grinning as she feels Amanda try and squeeze her thighs together. As the younger vamp licks the wound slowly, her hand reaches down and teasingly applies pressure over the older vamp's underwear, her hips bucking immediately, a sinful moan slipping from her mouth. As she sits between the older woman's legs, her lips trail down her body, marking her path, her fingers applying more pressure, causing her maker to squirm underneath her, whines slipping out, her hands gripping the sheets. The younger vamp grins and slips off the black underwear, taking in the sight below her. 

Amanda's hair was messy, yet perfect, her blow pupils and dark red eyes, her chest heaving, her knuckles white as she grips the sheets. Fang marks and dark hickeys peppered over her tan skin, and the best part, the wet and glistening cunt, throbbing and desperate from her teasing assault of the older woman's body. The younger vamp groans, sliding down to kiss the older woman's thighs, continuing to tease her, the ache building more and more that she ignores it. Amanda grips her hair and tugs it roughly towards her wet core, Angela grins and locks eye contact as she dips her tongue in, licking one long strip up, brushing against her clit. Amanda's head lolls back, a low moan escaping; Angela hated the loss of eye contact, digging her nails into the woman's thigh. Wincing, a small whimper leaves her mouth as she lifts her head up, looking at the younger vamp. “Look at me while I pleasure you, love.”

Her tongue delves back down, maintaining eye contact as she licks and sucks her maker's clit, groaning at the sweet taste of arousal. Amanda struggles to keep her eyes open, each wave of pleasure hitting her harder and harder. “Please.. Please, inside, please” she pleads, but Angela revels in the torture; her fangs scrape against her clit, earning a gasp from the older woman. “Use your words properly, darling, what do you want from me?” She smirks, putting the tip of her tongue right on the bundle of nerves, the older woman struggles to get the words out, the pressure on her clit making it difficult to think clearly. “I.. Need you to fuck me…with your fingers” Angela adds more pressure with her tongue “Please! Fucking please! I need your fingers so bad oh my god” she gasps out, gripping the sheets harder, if that were even possible. 

The younger vamp grins and begins the assault on her clit again, her middle finger teases Amanda's entrance before sliding in, slick and wet, she hums against her clit before teasing another finger, slipping it in with ease. Amanda lets out another sinful moan, her hips bucking roughly as Angela curls her fingers, before slipping them out to just her fingertips, slamming them back in, thrusting them with a brutal pace. “Fuck you feel so good inside me, just like that princess, such a good girl for mommy, that's it” the older vamp moans and tugs on the younger woman's hair, pushing her more against her clit, her hips meeting Angela's fingers.

 Her moans becoming frequent and high pitched, the younger vamp speeds up her tongue and fingers, tightening the coil more, threatening to snap soon. Angela takes her chance and adds a third finger, curling up roughly into the older woman's g-spot. Amanda sees black spots in her vision, but welcomes them, letting out a loud gasp. “Angela- fuck- Angela- I'm close, I'm so close” she whimpers out, gripping the younger woman's hair roughly. 

Angela flattens her tongue against the older woman's clit, licking deeply and slowly as her fingers curl up one more time, the coil in her stomach snapping roughly. Amanda moans loudly as she cums, the younger woman's name rolling off her tongue as she rides her high, Angela fucking her through the waves until she slowly stops, letting Amanda rest as the last wave washes over. The older vamp struggles to open her eyes, it was unlike any other orgasm she's ever had, it felt so strong and so right. After some time her eyes flutter open, looking at the shorter woman; she's smiling, her fingers in her mouth as she sucks them clean, letting out a small groan. “You taste so fucking good”

Amanda watches her, her face flushed, her brows furrow as she slowly sits up, pulling Angela near her, resting her head on the younger woman's shoulder. “You haven't been taken care of yet, angel. Let me make you feel how I did” she kissed the vamps shoulder softly. The older vamp feels her breath speed up. “You're probably tired, love, I don't need to be pleasured, really I'm fi-” Amanda cuts her off with a kiss, her hands snaking around her waist, her fangs biting slightly into the woman's lower lip. “I want to make you cum, don't get that confused. You were such a good girl for me, I want to reward you” she doesn't miss how Angela shivers. Noted. 

Amanda sat back on her heels, pulling Angela to her knees, sliding her jeans down quickly, before pulling them off. She takes the younger woman in, bite marks litter her skin, her hair is tangled and perfectly framing her flushed face, her lips slightly parted, her red laced underwear is a stark contrast to her usual masculine outerwear, her breasts sitting perfectly. The older woman's hands slowly slide up and down her sides, reveling in the way Angela shivered at her touch. “Absolutely perfect, baby, you're so perfect” the taller vamp pulls Angela closer, before shifting around, laying her down. The older woman bit her bottom lip, her hands sliding up and down the shorter vamp's thighs, slowly pulling down her underwear, clutching them and grinning as she lifts them up to the younger woman's view. "Were you wearing these just for me, baby? Someone would only wear these if they were someone else's eyes, now darling was that the case here?"

Angela's face flushed darkly, nodding shyly. Amanda continues smiling as she leaned down, kissing her lower stomach. "You're so soaked for me, angel, so pretty" she murmured against the warm skin, kissing lower, and lower, before ghosting the throbbing area, soaking in the way the younger woman squirmed, keeping her hips from bucking up. The taller woman groaned softly, slowly parting her core with her fingers; she wanted to draw out the teasing, to make the first contact as pleasurable as possible. Amanda looks up, seeing lust and pleasure fill the younger woman's eyes. "How bad do you want me, sweetheart?" The younger woman takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, before speaking again "So fucking bad, so fucking bad that if you don't touch me soon, I may lose my mind" she groans out, brushing spare strands out of her face.

 Amanda gets an idea, grinning she sits back up, earning a glare from the shorter vamp. "What would you say if I wanted you to record yourself while I touch you finally? I love the first reaction to a long awaited touch, and I'd love to be able to play it on loop while I touch myself alone" Angela's jaw drops, her hips squirming more; she swallows thickly before laughing softly. "I'd say, give me the damn phone" as if it was a second nature, Amanda unlocks her phone and opens the camera app, having it already on the video option, settling back down above the younger woman's core. 

Angela nodded that she was recording, Amanda parts her lips again, her tongue licking up from her slick entrance, to her clit, before hungrily licking the bundle with a fervor, a guttural moan escaping the shorter woman's mouth, her head threatening to fall back as her eyes flutter shut. Her grip on the phone staying steady, but as the older vamp continues, she forgets to stop the recording, filming all of the sinful moans and pleads coming out of her mouth. "Fuuuck, right there, yes fuck 'Manda, right there, don't stop" Amanda continues her assault, her fingers pressing against her entrance, dipping the tips in, collecting the wetness, before pushing two digits in, starting a slow rhythm as she continues to lick and suck. 

Angela moans, while realizing she was still recording, a thought popping into her head. She is so greatful her bed is pressed right against a wall as she props up the phone, recording the side angle of Angela arching her back and moaning, the dim light of the moon lighting up her room enough to still be seen. She lets out a whine as the older woman curls her fingers up perfectly, hitting the sensitive spot inside her. Her hand tangles into Amanda's hair, running through it, tugging slightly whenever she hits the right spot, her hips grinding up against her fingers and mouth slowly. 

The younger woman gasps softly as the ache in her lower stomach becomes stronger, Amanda adds a third finger, quickly picking up the pace, curling every thrust. Whines and moans slip out of her mouth, her back arching. "I'm so- fuck 'Manda I'm so close- please- fuck please let me cum" a fang scrapes against her clit, the older woman's fingers speeding up, thrusting into her harder, curling her fingers roughly, her tongue exploring every part of her clit. "Amanda- Amanda Amanda-" The younger woman lets out a sinful and loud moan as her body shudders, bucking against the vamp's mouth. Riding out the high, Amanda progressively slows down, leaving hot and messy kisses on her lower stomach, slowly pulling out her fingers, locking eyes with the younger woman while she licks and sucks her fingers clean. 

Angela smiles drowsily, ending the recording secretly as Amanda closes her eyes, enjoying the taste on her fingers with a groan. The older woman leans forward, kissing the shorter woman deeply, letting her taste herself, before softly grabbing her phone, her eyes widening at the minute count. "Fifteen minutes? Isn't that-" Angela nods, grinning, pulling the vamp into another deep kiss, breathing deeply. Amanda falls next to her with a soft thump, tracing small shapes into the younger woman's collarbone, littering small kisses on her shoulder. "Thank you" Angela speaks softly, her head resting against the pillow, turning towards the older woman. 

"You don't have to thank me, darling, it's a pleasure to make you feel good, I could do that all the time if I could, your sounds are addicting, and now I have a full video of it whenever I'm alone" she smiles softly. It was so weird how she could be so submissive, so dominant, and then so soft, Angela was silently hoping another surprise could be romantic. This was all so intimate, even when they weren't exploring each other's bodies, just silent, soft moments like this, it made her heart ache in a good way. 

The younger woman's eyes started to become heavy, Amanda placing soft kisses on her cheek and shoulder. She hated the way she whined from the loss of warmth next to her, the older vamp quietly opening drawers before carefully sitting Angela up, sliding on an oversized shirt, and a pair of boxers. The smile on Amanda's face made her warm and fuzzy as she slides her underwear back on, leaving herself topless, before sliding back into bed next to her. "Is it okay if I stay over?" Amanda's voice was softer and quieter than Angela had heard before, a small smile plastered on her face as she nods, running her hand through the older woman's hair. "When we wake up, we are most definitely showering" a small laugh leaving the older woman's mouth as she wraps her arms around the vamp, bringing her closer as they drift off to sleep together, their breathing becoming synced and calm. 

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Angela wakes up with a groan, looking down at the messed up sheets, before turning to look at the sleeping woman next to her. She watches for a while, admiring how someone who looked so rough and dominating, was so calm and soft in her sleep. A loud knock breaking the silence, Amanda shoots up, her eyes a deep red and already on alert. "Hey, Ang, I know you're a vampire now, but you still have to go to class. I have a cap you can borrow if you want" Damien yells from the other side. "Oh, and good morning Amanda!" Angela blushes deeply, rubbing the sleep off of her eyes, standing up as she turns around to face the older woman. 

"Hm? What do I have something on my face?" She giggles, watching the older woman who just seems to be staring at her. "I thought last night would be the hottest you could look, but I was wrong, messy hair, dumb smile, barely clothed, just, wow" Angela seems to blush harder, leaning down to kiss the older woman's forehead. She hums against her lips, pulling away to get dressed, slipping on a hoodie, starting to pull up a pair of black jeans as soft hands snake across her waist. She looks up, seeing the older woman smile, pressing her lips against the vamps neck. "I think you should put on some pretty lace for me" she grins before stepping away, and opening the underwear drawer, pulling out a black lace thong. Angela gasps "Hold on, I haven't worn those in years, what if they don't fit?"

Amanda grins even more, pushing the boxers down to the younger woman's knees, her thumb purposely brushed against the sensitive skin of her upper thigh, earning a small whine. "I think it'll fit just fine, angel, put them on" a fang scrapes her ear, the younger woman quickly pulling her pants and boxers off, before slowly and teasingly, pulling the thong up, reveling in the way she could feel the vamp's eyes following. Putting her jeans back on, she turns around, wrapping her arms around the older woman's waist. "Now I get to think about what's underneath your clothes all day, picturing them being slid off your needy body, whimpering things only I get to hear." Angela lets out a shaky breath before pulling a blue cap over her hair, her eyes a deep red, the older girl leaning forward, the hot breath ghosting the vamp's ear "You know, when you're turned on, your eyes turn very red. It's a very noticeable giveaway if I've flustered you enough" 

Amanda leans back, smiling with satisfaction. "Now go put some cold water on your face and calm down, can't let your eyes be red during your classes" The younger woman lets out a small huff, going into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Patting her face dry, Angela walks out into her now empty bedroom; turning off the fan and walking into the main room, closing her bedroom door behind her. The younger woman watches how Damien and Amanda are both engulfed in some nerdy conversation, both leaned in, intentively listening before either nodding in agreement or scowling with a counter-argument. It was hilarious to watch from afar. 

Damien was the first to notice her, smiling brightly. "Good morning Ang, glad to see you aren't a complete mess" The younger woman grunted in response "And why would I be a complete mess? Or even a mess at all?" Damien grinned, his eyes darting to her neck. Amanda stifled a laugh, before pulling her phone out, and pointing it at Angela, the camera open as she took in her appearance. Her neck looked like a sex massacre, hickeys and fang marks littered the sensitive skin, the realization washing over her face, causing the duo to burst out in laughter. 

How the fuck could Angela go to class when it looked like the twilight honeymoon scene happened on her neck. Amanda stood up from the shoddy stool that awkwardly sat by the kitchen counter, slowly approaching the younger woman, clearly trying to not laugh. "It's going to be alright baby, here I can take some concealer to the hickeys, and your hair should hide the bite marks" Angela honest to God, pouts, earning another laugh from the older woman, pulling her back into her bedroom.

Amanda hummed quietly, softly applying concealer to the marks, admiring how Angela shivered when the makeup brush ran across certain spots. After a close observation, the older woman concluded that you could no longer see the bruises. With a grin, she fixed Angela's hair, letting the younger woman fix the baseball cap, sliding the hood over the cap smoothly. "Wow, you look like a real lesbian right now, Angela" Rolling her eyes, Angela grabbed her backpack, slinging it over one arm with a groan. "I cannot wait to be done with this shit" 

Damien knocked shoulders with her softly "Me too, but it's not over just yet. Let's go, Amanda can make herself busy until we're back" The older woman frowned, but nodded. "I can find something to do here, probably organize this place better, it looks like a tornado lives here" the pair laugh before waving a goodbye, leaving the dorm room with a click of the lock. Amanda lets out a sigh, sitting on the couch, looking around the room, it really does look like a tornado made this place its residence. Letting out a groan, Amanda stands up, getting to work. Anything to keep her busy. 

Angela sits through the lesson, barely listening, as her mind drifts to Amanda and last night's events. She feels a giddy presence as she looks to her right, seeing the same bubbly blonde she saw days before. "Courtney? What are you doing here?" She whispers, her eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I go here? I just never saw you in my class before, which is totally cool" Courtney wiggles their brows, smiling as she pulls out her notebook, before lightly snapping her fingers, the pen picking itself up and writing the notes from the lesson. Angela gawks at the younger woman, her eyes flicking from the pen to her. 

"Won't people see that happening?" Courtney loses her smile partially, leaning in. "Nope, they can't see the notebook or pen" she smiles again, gesturing to the class who seems unbothered completely. Angela shakes her head with a laugh, she rubs her eyes, sighing softly. "Will this class ever be interesting, or are we stuck bored out of our minds" she glanced at the history professor, Angela wanted a throwaway class to occupy her Tuesdays, since she had nothing to do that day, ever. The taller woman laughs, patting her friend's shoulder, shaking her head "I feel like it would be interesting, if our professor didn't sound like a rusted robot that was on the edge of breaking down" the shorter one snorted, covering her mouth with her hand before putting her head on the table. 

The class goes by faster with Courtney to talk to, bouncing up from her chair as soon as they were dismissed, Courtney and Angela holding hands as they walk out of the class, swinging their hands together. "So like next week, there's a college party happening, and it's just like an invite whoever you want type of party, could be fun if you and Damien brought Amanda" she grinned "but it's better until you wait the day of to tell her, or else you'll give her enough time to try and back out of it" the shorter woman laughed, knocking her shoulder against her friend's "Probably, we don't want her trying to weasel out of having fun" the taller woman nodded "plus it'll be at night, so you can dress slutty and keep her eyes on you the whole night" Angela stopped in her tracks, her jaw dropped. I mean Courtney makes a good point, she hasn't been able to dress slutty and go out since, well since Amanda turned her, but she still never dressed slutty per say. "It would be nice to make her head turn whenever I walk in"

Courtney couldn't smile wider, swinging their intwined hands happily. They're both thankful for the rest of the day, having no other classes to sit through, the sun was shining more today, making the hoodie and black jeans more uncomfortable and stuffy over time. Courtney could feel how uncomfortable Angela was, they pulled the vamp in the way of the dorms. After some uncomfortable minutes, Angela and Courtney arrived at her dorm room, wiping sweat from her palm on her jeans, she pulled out her key, unlocking and opening the door. "Amanda? I'm home with Courtney!" 

The younger woman looked around, with no sight of Amanda, she noticed the main room had been tidied, everything extremely organized. Angela walked into her room, seeing that it was also very organized, but some articles of clothing put into drawers that weren't hers. Amanda popped out from the bathroom with a shy smile, smelling like cleaner. "Hi! Sorry I was making myself busy like I said I was going to, I got carried away" the older woman shrugged slightly before smiling at the fairy "Court! It's so nice to see you again, sitting here I thought I was gonna go crazy" the smaller woman smiled, giving Amanda a small hug "Yeah I thought I was gonna go insane too, my history professor is so monotone, but thankfully, I can suffer with company" she grabbed Angela, both of them grinning "Your girlfriend has apparently been in that class this entire time without me knowing" 

Angela stills, staring at Amanda. Girlfriend? They never really talked about labels or anything, hell they didn't know each other at all when they decided to sneak to an alleyway to make out, are they moving too fast? Could you move too fast whenever you're dead? 

Amanda nods at Courtney, smiling "Well I'm glad my girlfriend could make that class less dreadful" Amanda turned towards the younger woman, smiling and extending her hand which Angela took gladly. "Wanna watch horrible TV until Damien gets home? Ooh should we tell him to bring Shayne with?" Courtney smiled and nodded "Let's not act too coupley, I don't want him to feel lonely in a fifth wheel" the other women hummed in agreement, putting on some stupid show about a restaurant 'spud hut' Angela scoffed at the stupidity. She was quickly drawn into watching it, it was so stupid, but so good. 

Courtney and Amanda seemed to also be drawn in, even if they put it on for laughs, they were immediately into the entire show, not noticing the door opening, until it slammed shut with Damien and Shayne walking in. "Wait is that the spud hut? Chanse loves that show" Damien slid next to Angela, snapping a pic of the show, and sending it to Chanse, who replied almost immediately. 

From Dragon man

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From Blood sucker

OH MY GOD ARE YOU GUYS WATCHING THAT FR? SAVE ME SOME POPCORN

From Dragon man

You know the way, we'll see you soon

With the couch completely crowded, Damien grabs two chairs, deciding to avoid being cramped, sitting in one. The door opens, Chanse walks in, immediately taking off his hat and fixing his hair. "You bitches are wrong for watching this without me you know" he sat down next to the older man, sharing a smile and a quick exchange of words before focusing on the show. Angela and Courtney exchange a look with Amanda, all of them stealing glances at the two men sitting unnecessarily close to each other. Shrugging, Courtney perked up "I think we should watch this with the rest of the group the next time we meet up" everyone murmured in agreement.

The sun had long gone down, the social batteries of the group drained, Courtney and Shayne excused themselves, needing to get home and sleep soon. Courtney pulled Angela in a hug, smiling. "I know we didn't meet that long ago, but I'm so glad to have met you, you're a great person" Angela smiled, unable to express gratitude for compliments correctly "you uh, you're amazing too I hope you know that, you're all kinda my best friends, I haven't been able to make friends other than like Damien here" Courtney frowned, shaking the older woman's shoulders lightly "You're an amazing friend, despite the events that led us to meet, I'm so happy I get to know you" a toothy grin spread on Angela's face, jokingly pushing the taller girl. 

After the couple left, the TV was turned off, Chanse and Damien conversing as Angela steps into her room, slipping into sleep shorts and a blue tank top. Amanda followed in soon after, bringing a glass of crimson liquid, holding her own. "Apparently Damien is our stock person now, he stocked the fridge with bags so we don't go hungry and accidentally kill someone" the younger woman smiled and nodded, taking the glass, taking a sip, watching the older woman gather her stuff. Amanda frowned softly "As much as I'd love to stay here, I need clothes and make sure Chanse didn't break something, or flood the apartment" Angela pouted, but nodded in agreement. "If you can't sleep tonight, I won't mind my girlfriend slipping in and making my sleep more peaceful" she poked the older woman's side, pulling her into a short kiss. "Have a good night 'Manda" her girlfriend smiled, pushing brown strands from her face "You as well, angel"

Chanse and Amanda left for their place, Damien and Angela shared a small conversation about their classes and the anticlimactic day they both had, before sharing goodnights and heading to their respective rooms. Angela makes sure her blinds and curtains block the entire window, before crawling into bed, staring at the ceiling as her mind reels through the past week. 

Her eyes grow heavy after a bit, giving into sleep, dreaming about her girlfriend, missing the feeling of her presence, but settling on the dreams of her. 

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"Wait I'm sorry, we're going where?" Amanda laughs out, exasperated. "A party! Angela and I were invited, and we don't wanna leave you here to be alone even more, you can be Angela's plus one!" Damien smiles, uncertainty lacing the smile. He knows Amanda hates having to socialize with humans, even more, when they're drunk college students. That's what made Angela so interesting, she enjoyed the younger woman's presence before she was turned. Angela pleaded, pouting dramatically. "Pleeease?" She gasped slightly, turning to Damien and then back to the older woman. "Wait, vampires can't get drunk or high can they" she frowned, missing the taste of a well rolled joint on her lips. 

Amanda grinned, running a thumb slowly over the younger woman's lips "It's the best part baby, you can still get intoxicated. Being a vampire is better than all the vampire novels say, alcohol and even cannabis can still go through your body and get you high, it's not like we're drained of blood. That's how turning happens, vampire venom and blood in a human" the older woman laughs, Angela apparent in her excitement. The younger woman kisses the digit pressed against her lips before practically bouncing away to her room. Damien stepped forward towards Amanda, mumbling quietly. "You can use this to your advantage, dress skimpy and make her like a puppy waiting for attention" he smirks, he's always been supportive of Amanda and her situation-esque one night stands with some creature obsessed human, who sought out supernaturals for sexual favors. The older woman grinned at the younger man, nodding, sneaking out quietly. She had snuck out of here and back in so many times, it was a second nature to stalk through the dorms, squeezing out without one person noticing her. 

After a shower, Angela stared at her closet for a while, only dressed in a pair of solid black matching undergarments, ditching the sports bra for once. She wanted to look slutty, since it was night time, she had that ability. Tilting her head, she pushes the hanging clothes back and forth, before grabbing a simply black dress, a small slit of the dress exposing her upper thigh, pushing her breasts up, her cleavage sitting pretty, the curve visible from the low neckline of the dress. She sits down at her desk, brushing her hair, thankful the short hair dried quickly. After a deep concentration on her face, she smiled happily at the sharp line of eyeliner, making her eyes more defined. Paired with a red lip, she leaned back, checking her handiwork. Deciding it was good enough, she slid on simple black heels, before fixing her dress and heading towards the main room, the heels clacking softly at the laminate flooring. 

At almost perfect timing, a knock at the door signalling her girlfriends arrival. The younger vamp unlocked the door, opening it, her eyes dragged up Amanda's frame, before locking eyes with the older woman. She sucked in a deep breath as the older woman walks in, trying to calm the racing and inappropriate thoughts. The older woman glided in, red heels clicking against the tile, a tight fitting red dress starting from mid shin, a long slit going up to her mid thigh. Her makeup was light, complimented by a mauve lipstick, her hair was curled perfectly, strong enough to stand a couple hours of partying, but not too much to where it looked fake. Angela gawked, stuck in place as she watched her girlfriends legs move with stride and elegance. 

"Are you going to close the door, or just stand there, looking like a complete idiot" Damien laughed, the younger vamp snapping out of her daze, closing the door before walking to the couch, her legs suddenly becoming more wobbly than before. Amanda smiled, sliding her hand onto her girlfriends knee, sliding up to relax against her thigh, before leaning in. "You look gorgeous as always, might I say you clean up nicely, babydoll" she purred against her ear, the younger woman's hand darting to Amanda's hand, gripping it roughly as she takes a deep breath, slightly glaring at the older woman, her eyes tinted a deep red. The taller woman knew if she pushed anymore for the time being, they would end up skipping the party, their legs entangled with one another, dresses and make up ruined. Part of her preferred that option, but most of her knew Angela missed being able to relax a little and enjoy music around people, even if she'd argue otherwise. 

Damien sat on the wobbly stool, shaking his head with a laugh, he was dressed more modest, a black button up, all buttoned minus the top one, paired with black jeans that had a couple rips around the knee, and red high tops with black accents. They had all mentioned slightly matching with each other, with Angela's lip stick and Damien's shoes to match with Amanda. For safe keeping, Angela's phone went into Amanda's small purse, finishing up small touches, the trio deemed ready enough to leave. Damien smiled as he opened the door for the two women, locking it up before following behind them. Angela grinned and grabbed Damien's hand, pulling him up next to them, melting softly as a softer hand interlocked with her free one, squeezing it softly. 

Saying she missed socializing and letting loose, was an understatement, as soon as she arrived, she spotted a younger man rolling a joint, pressing a kiss to the older woman's cheek, the shorter woman walked over to the stoner, exchanging a quick word before he smiled and nodded, gesturing to the backyard. Amanda sighed, gripping Damien harder as she heads to the kitchen counter, the sticky surface being deemed the bar for the night. The younger man poured multiple shots of a clear liquid, named ever- something, Amanda downed it before grunting at the burn the liquor left, she turned to Damien with an exasperated look, and being met with a shit eating grin. "You look like you need about four of those" She couldn't disagree with him, most parties were a drag and absolutely boring. That was until she saw her girlfriend walking back in, her eyes heavy lidded, partially blood shot, and a dumb smile on her face as she approached the older woman. 

Angela kept staring at her girlfriend, smiling stupidly as she drew small shapes into the older woman's arm. Amanda couldn't stop looking at the younger woman, her relaxed eyes somehow screamed sexual tension as they dragged over every inch of exposed skin. Amanda cleared her throat before downing another shot, and another, Angela following suit. Getting cross-faded wasn't a common thing that the younger woman did, but man did it feel nice to still be able to be intoxicated. The older woman leaned in, whispering quietly into her girlfriends ear "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go check on Damien" Angela nodded, smiling as she watched the older woman walk away, enjoying the view. After multiple shots of clear liquor, and half a joint, Angela was positively intoxicated, but then came her mistake. A very gorgeous girl approached her, with a shot of some dark liquor, maybe whiskey? The younger woman smiled and nodded as she downed it, the two different liquors mixing into something dangerous, her vision was slightly blurry and tilting. Taking a deep breath and a drink of water, the younger woman conversed with the partygoer, her memory and vision be coming more fuzzy, but in a numb bliss. The woman extended her hand to Angela, in which she took gladly, not thinking anything about it. 

The music changed songs, a seductive song coming on as the woman placed her hands on the shorter woman's waist, smiling softly as they get into a slow rhythm, matching the song. 

All the things you do to me

I don't care if you're using me

I just wanna ruin these sheets

The woman's hips pressed against Angela's, grinding them together, laughing softly and letting out a small gasp. She furrows her brow, the sexual tension is strong, but it's not with the woman grinding against her, but of her girlfriend, picturing her against her, she let's out a groan, her hands respectful, even as the woman presses against her, in an attempt to seduce the younger woman, but her mind isn't on the hips against hers, but on her girlfriend. She attempts to step away, her mumbling slur of 'where's my girlfriend' in which the woman grips her more, pressing against her in ways the vamp wasn't enjoying. 

When she looks at me like that

I want to kiss you on the mouth

Take my tongue and lead it southbound

A strong grip pulls the drunken vamp away from the girl, a whiny protest coming from the girl, before quickly shutting her mouth at something Angela can't quite focus on. "Hey wait" she slurred "Can you find my girlfriend, I lost her-" she gasps as she's shoved against a wall, her eyes finally focusing on a very pissed Amanda. They were in some hallway, that seemed secluded but still had some stray people walking through them. Amanda's eyes had darken, red taking over them quickly as she leaned in closely, her breath ghosting her girlfriend's. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Grinding against some random girl like you're an available woman, you're not. You're mine, all fucking mine, and no one else gets to make you moan or cum like I do, ever. " she growled, her knee placed between Angela's thighs, pressing against the cloth of her slightly damp underwear. 

Angela lets out a soft moan, hips bucking against her girlfriends thigh. Amanda lets out another growl, her nails finding a pleasure point of the younger woman's neck, scratching it. "Say it, say you're mine." The younger woman lets out a whine before nodding "I'm all yours, I'm all fucking yours, my eyes are only on you and my body is only yours" she whimpered, her hips fighting to stay still as she took in the taller woman's stance, dominant, angry, jealous. Amanda laughed mockingly, pressing her thigh against the shorter woman's middle, moving back and forth as she leans forward, hot breath whispering against the shell of the younger woman's ear. 

"No, no baby, you're gonna ride my thigh right here, I don't care who sees you, I want everyone to know that you're my whore, and I can make you cum whenever I want" her fangs scrape against the younger woman's neck, earning a moan of desperation as her hips slowly move against the older woman's bare thigh. Amanda wraps her hand around the younger woman's throat, adding firm pressure, but enough to let her breathe, making her head even more fuzzy as she moves back and forth against the bare skin. Amanda leans forward, letting out a small moan as she presses against Angela and the wall "Only I get to hear you moan for me, they can see, not hear. " she growled, her free hand gripping Angela's waist, guiding her to take longer strokes, watching her chest heave up and down, a string a whimpers falling out of her mouth. 

Angela grips Amanda, staring at her pleadingly, her eyes threatening to close as the coil becomes tighter and tighter in her abdomen. "Are you close?" Amanda purred; Angela nodded quickly, cut off with a groan, not one of pleasure, but of frustration. She looks at Amanda, who stepped away, leaving her so close to the edge of an orgasm, but not enjoy to push her over. Amanda smirked, she purposely wanted Angela riled up with no reward as a punishment. Smirk turned grin, she approached the younger woman, her hand cupping the throbbing warm and wet underwear, adding enough pressure to make Angela whine louder than she intended to, before walking away with a permanent smile. 

Angela took a deep breath, trying to ignore the partially painful ache, as her climax drifted further from her, she realized she was insanely sensitive to any sort of physical contact, including a choked whimper at Amanda simply sliding her hand over her waist. Amanda had a shit eating grin, teasing her with small touches, breathy words against her ear, and sometimes just to be an ass, and groan against her. Damien approaches with Courtney and Shayne, blissful ignorance as they smile and sit with the couple. Angela is oddly silent, not trusting her voice, completely focused on her girlfriends hand felt like lava, but in a way that made her want to pull the older woman away, needing relief. Courtney and Amanda conversate easily, Angela trying to listen, trying to ignore the hand that lightly scratched against her, sending shivers down her spine and straight to her core, closing her eyes aggressively, attempting to breath through the extreme arousal coursing in her, Amanda nodding after Courtney looks at the shorter woman, seeming to notice the pained expression, before whispering something and snapping, smiling at the vampire, before mouthing an 'I'm sorry' before a shock traveled through her body, she bit her lip to avoid a strangled moan slipping out. Amanda smiled, leaning in, whispering. "This is the second part of your punishment, Courtney did some fairy shit and glamoured your arousal from other supernaturals feeling or seeing it. But also, did something fun to your body" she smiled widely, Angela looked at, brows furrowed, before another shock ran through her body, the feeling lingering for longer. She felt, on edge, the kind of edge you need to go over as fast as possible, her thighs snapped shut, partially trapping Amanda's hand.

No matter how much she pressed, she couldn't go over the edge, at this point she didn't care they were in the middle of a party, she needed to cum, badly. Her nails dug into the older woman's arm, chest heaving rapidly, before it clicks. She would be stuck with the shocks of extreme pleasure, but also stopped her from going over the edge. Did Courtney have some type of edging spell or what? "A pleasure spell with a limit spell, can be the perfect duo to edge someone until they're dripping, pretty amazing stuff, fae power" Amanda grinned before pulling Angela up, her legs almost like jello, her face plastered with a shit eating grin. Courtney touched the short vamp's shoulder, apologising again, with a somewhat satisfied smile. Amanda talked with Courtney and had a conversation on maybe teasing her girlfriend, sure it could be seen as torture, but she knew Angela loved it, and in case she didn't enjoy it, she had a safeword they established weeks beforehand. 

Amanda pulled the younger woman into a dance, their friends joining in, the other partygoers barely noticed them over their own messy dancing. Courtney and Shayne just danced softly, hands draped around her boyfriend's neck, his hands resting on her waist, not wanting to dance as desperate as everyone else was. Despite their modesty, Damien had been pulled in by some guy he flirted with at the party, grinding him lightly against the man, enjoying his own time. Amanda gripped Angela's waist as her legs fail her, causing her to stumble, another shock running through her. Angela looks up at her, her eyes welling with tears of desperation, Amanda smiles softly, pushing strands of Angela's hair out of her face, before connecting their lips. The older woman pulls away slightly "If you can last a little bit longer like this, I'll bring out some toys and make you cum all night, baby doll, think you can do that?" 

Angela nodded, being letting out a choked moan, stumbling forward onto Amanda, her leg sliding between the younger woman's, just to innocently stop her from falling. Amanda lets out a groan as she feels wetness against her girlfriends thighs, god she was dripping. The younger vamp whimpers as Amanda keeps her upright, her leg moving back and forth slightly, enjoying the growing pool of wetness that clung to the shorter vamp's thighs. The older woman stepped back, turning her head towards the fairy, tapping her shoulder and nodding. The shocks stop as Amanda holds Angela against her softly, walking her out of the party. Amanda tapped Damien's bicep as she walked past him, signalling their departure. The younger man waved before continuing to dance with his flirt of the evening. 

Angela shakily opens the dorm door, her heels immediately being kicked off, Amanda following suit, her hands pressed against Angela's back, pulling the dress zipper down. Sitting the younger woman down as she unzipped her own, sliding it off, revealing a white lace set, straddling the younger woman. The taller woman smashes their lips together, full of lust and hunger. Amanda pulls away, moving off of her girlfriends thighs as she slowly slides the dress off. Angela looks up, her eyes a dark red, full of desperation, the older vamp's hands roam, kneading stiff peaks through the black bra, that while it looked pretty, it would look better on the floor. With quick movement, the bra comes undone, being thrown to the floor before Angela is shoved against the mattress, touch hungry hands roam again, two digits roll the hard bud softly, pulling sinful moans out of the younger woman. 

Amanda pulls away with a smile before sliding off the bed, pulling a small box from the ground, before grabbing the harness and a pleasantly sized dildo attached. Sliding on the harness and tightening the straps, Amanda watching the younger woman rake her eyes over the taller woman. Tightening the last strap, the older woman placed herself between the trembling thighs. Her fingers hooked the underwear waistband, pulling it down the smaller woman before letting out a small moan at the sight. Angela is practically soaked, squirming underneath her. She can't help herself, needing to taste the arousal, she leans down, licking a strip up, swirling her tongue around her throbbing clit. Angela groans, gripping the sheets below her, her girlfriend strokes her cheekbone with her thumb, enjoying the younger woman's shiver, her eyes fluttering closed. 

Amanda positions the silicon against the younger woman's entrance, looking at her while running her hands up and down her stomach. Angela lets out a whine, wanting to be fucked until she physically can't handle it anymore, but Amanda sits still, the cock pressing again her entrance. "I know you've never had a cock inside of you" Angela smiles and nods, her girlfriend was very caring and respectful, but the way her hands kneaded the skin on her hips, she wish the older woman would just lose her restrain, and fuck her. "Are you completely okay with this? We can go as slow as you want and ease you-" cut off by a moan, as Angela leaned upward, gripping the older woman's hips, pressing enough for the tip of the silicon to slip in. Angela locks her eyes with the older woman, pulling her closer. "I love that you're so caring and safe with me, but if you don't fuck me into this mattress soon, I'm going to go insane." Amanda shivers, pushing the silicon in. 

Angela can't stop the loud moan falling from her mouth as Amanda slowly stretches her with every inch of the cock, until she bottoms out. "Pretty thing, how are you going to take my cock, when just pushing it in makes you moan like a slut? Or is that what you want? You wanna be my slut, babydoll?" Angela nods quickly, whining at the loss of the cock as Amanda pulls out, leaving just the tip inside, before her lips curl into a smirk, snapping her hips quickly, bottoming out once again. She does this some more times, enjoying the loud sounds she pulls out of her girlfriend, before settling on a moderate rhythm, but still powerful thrusts. It feels so unbelievably good, combined with watching Amanda thrust into her with small grunts and groans, made her dizzy and wanting more. 

Amanda's hands grip the younger woman's waist, holding her place, speeding her thrusts. Pulling louder moans from Angela, her hands white knuckled into the sheets, the older vamp slides a hand to her chest, playing with the hard bud, rolling it between her fingers. Angela whines, her hips bucking roughly as she grips Amanda's wrist. Unable to speak through her moans, she guides her girlfriend's hand to her clit, whimpering as her finger tips brush against the sensitive bundle. The older woman nods, rubbing tight circles, continuing to thrust quickly. "Amanda- Amanda oh fuck.. I'm so close please" the younger woman chokes out, the spots in her vision becoming more prominent, Amanda's hand works faster, the shorter woman's moans become frequent and high pitched, letting out a small gasp as the coil snaps, her hips bucking roughly as obscene words fall from her lips, her girlfriend's name falling out like it was an enchanted word. "That's a good girl, you did so well for me darling" Amanda whispers against the vamp's damp skin, pressing soft kisses up her body, capturing her lips in a soft but hungry kiss. 

Angela is still dazed, the build-up to orgasm was torturous, but made it so much better, her body trembles at every soft touch. She successfully opens her eyes to a small slit, a dumb smile plastered on her face. She feels drunk, which maybe she still is, or just drunk on the feeling coarsing through her body. She watches Amanda lay next to her, tracing small shapes into her girlfriend's torso. Her hand slowly touches the older woman's shoulder, rubbing small circles to test her theory, when Amanda shivered at the small touch, she knew the woman was as pent up as she was. Pushing herself up, she took off the harness with one solid tug, and straddled the older woman. Amanda looked up at her confused, but also desperate. Angela's hands rest on the older vamp's stomach before sliding up to her chest, massaging through the white lace, earning small whines. 

Leaning forward, she pulls the older woman up enough to unclasp the bra, sliding it off. A soft smile permanently on the younger woman's face as she takes one of the buds into her mouth, swirling her tongue, enjoying the way Amanda moaned, her hands grasping the younger woman's waist, trying to ground herself. The younger girlfriend smiled before slowly moving her hips back and forth, the friction making the older woman lose her restraint more. Angela slides off in between her girlfriends thighs, hooking her fingers over the waist band, pulling the lace down slowly, reveling in the way the older vamp shivered. She discreetly opened the box of toys, and grabbed a small vibrator, leaning down to leave wet kisses on her thighs. She settled to her elbows, dipping her tongue, letting the older woman's warmth gather, letting a satisfied moan slip out as she swallows, smirking at Amanda, delving back down to lick a long strip up, prodding the sensitive clit with her tongue, enjoying the moans falling out of the taller woman. She quickly rearranged, two fingers pressing against her throbbing core, pushing in slow, gaining a steady rhythm that was not enough for Amanda. 

Angela presses the vibrator head against the older woman's clit, smirking as she turned it on to the lowest level, Amanda let out a choked moan, her hand tangling into her girlfriends hair, tugging the soft locks, scratching her scalp as her fingers worked the taller vamps cunt. The younger vamp turned up the vibration setting, speeding her fingers up, curling steadily. The moans she pulled from the older woman made her legs squeeze together, how easily Amanda could make her unravel was a skill, one Angela wouldn't allow to take over until she made her girlfriend cum. She slowly swirled the vibrator around the sensitive clit, her fingers curling and rubbing against the spongy texture that made her girlfriend lose her restrain, grinding up into her fingers and vibrator. Amanda moaned low, the following moans increasing in pitch, this was unlike any orgasm she ever felt, the coil in her abdomen was hot and tight, too tight. One final curl against her g-spot threw her over the edge. She couldn't control how loud she moaned her girlfriend's name, her back arching roughly, her white knuckled fists bunched blankets in her grip. The waves hit harder, and for longer, paralyzing her body as Angela fucks her through it, but not slowing down. 

In fact, she sped up, her fingers fucking her cunt fast and hard, curling up deliciously, Amanda was going to pass out from the blinding pleasure, but she loves it, her head fuzzy and empty, she can't tell if she's even making noises, her jaw slacked. She felt out of her body, and extreme pleasure all at once. Angela grins at her girlfriend, the obscene words and moans falling out with no thought to them, her name was like gold on her girlfriend's tongue, falling out with lust, followed by the best moans. She knows they're loud, but she can't care, not when a goddess can't keep her name off of her tongue, begging to cum again. Her hand tangled into her girlfriends hair, tugging roughly over and over before her body goes still, then a rough shudder as she bucks her hips erratically, another orgasm rushing over her. Angela hummed happily, until warm liquid hit her lips, gasping softly as her girlfriend squirted, her tongue quickly gathering and licking until Amanda hips stilled, her thighs trembling erratically. 

Angela kissed her girlfriends thighs, rubbing them as she sits up, looking at Amanda, who is completely out of it, her jaw slacked and her eyes had tears slipping out. Crawling up, her hands caressed the older woman's cheek, planting soft kisses over her face. "Hey there love, you doing okay? Can you look at me? It's okay, just breathe, you'll calm down soon" she soothed softly as Amanda's eyes slowly locked with hers, a smile spreading as she comes back to reality. "Hey you.. " she swallowed thickly as her hand cupped her girlfriend's jaw. "That was the best orgasm of my life. Wow" 

Angela leaned forward, lightly pressing their lips together before sliding off, stepping on the cold laminate, pressing her lips to Amanda's forehead. "I'm going to get a bath started for you, just breathe and calm down, I'll get you once it's ready" Amanda nodded softly, her breathing starting to slow back down and regulate. The shorter woman stepped into her bathroom, turning the knob until the temperature was perfect, throwing a lavender bath bomb in before she walked back to her girlfriend, helping her up. Settling Amanda into the tub, she smiles lovingly as Amanda gazes at her with a content smile. "Don't fall asleep in the bath, I'll get the bed ready and clothes for you, and Damien stocked the blood, so I'll get you a bag as well" Amanda whined, gripping her girlfriend's wrist, not letting her leave. "Honey I'll be quick, and then I'll be here, okay?" Her girlfriend reluctantly nodded, letting Angela step out of the bathroom. 

Slipping on a pair of boxers, and a sports bra, Angela stripped the bed, throwing the soiled sheets into her hamper, and placing new ones. She struggled to find clothes to fit Amanda, but settled on an oversized princess Diana shirt, and sleep shorts, thankful for her girlfriend at least bringing a change of under garments, she placed the outfit on the bed. Her hand ran through her now tangled hair as she went into the main room, and then the kitchen, pulling a bag of blood that Damien had so nicely restocked. The front door clicked open, Damien, Courtney, and Shayne walk in, conversing with one another. Courtney locks eyes with the shorter girl, smirking as she takes in the lack of clothes. "Did you have an eventful night or something?" Angela let out a laugh, realizing how fucked she looks right now, her face was still flushed, her hair messy and tangled, fang marks and scratches littered all over her body, especially her arms and torso, and somehow on her back. When did that happen? 

The vamp smiled shyly "Uh, yeah you could say that. Amanda's in the bath, so give us like fifteen minutes, but don't count on her staying up much longer" she winked, earning a laugh from Shayne, Courtney's jaw dropped, I guess they thought I only received? Angela heard water draining, excusing herself, walked back into her room, closing the door. Angela smiled softly as she walked into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and drying her girlfriend off, leaving a soft kiss on her cheek before handing her the undergarments, explaining their friends were back and that she didn't have to stay up with them. "No no, I'll hang out, I'm not extremely tired, but you did fuck my brains out" she whispered the last part as she finished sliding her underwear on, quickly pulling the shorts and shirt before pulling her hair into a lazy bun. Angela pulled on plaid sleep pants and a black tank top, holding her hand out, Amanda entwining their fingers as they walked into the main room. 

Courtney gasps, covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her laugh as she looked over Amanda. Her eyes were still glassy, her face flushed, her eyes slightly puffy from the tears of pleasure, hickeys and fang marks slightly visible on her thighs and neck. Damien shook his head, laughing at the sight of the couple. "So I'm guessing the early leave from the party went well?" Amanda glared at the younger man, rubbing her eyes. Angela looked over at her girlfriend before leaning into Damien, whispering something, causing him to gasp loudly and cover his mouth. "You had to change the sheets?!" Angela smacked him as Amanda's face went a dark pink, avoiding eye contact with everyone. "In my defense, she fucked me into another reality"

The group bursts out laughing, cheering for the shorter woman. She loved how content she felt, her makeshift fucked up family all fit well together. She only wished everyone else were here, she notes to herself to have a group hangout here one night. They continue to talk until the sun starts to rise. Amanda passed out, her head laying in Angela's lap as the younger woman runs her fingers through her girlfriend's hair. 

She really feels at home now. 

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Angela's eyes flutter open, rolling her neck with a grunt. She fell asleep on the couch sitting up, feeling a pulled muscle in her neck, she sighed and looked at her sleeping girlfriend, running her fingers through her hair, feeling her breathe evenly, her lips parted, her face relaxed into peace; heaven was on earth and in her lap. The shorter woman pressed her lips softly to the sleeping woman's temple. Amanda stirs awake with a groan, lightly opening her eyes, a small smile spreading as she looks at her girlfriend above her. "Good... Morning? I think it's morning, good morning darling" Angela smiled, pressing another soft kiss to her lover's forehead. "Good morning, beautiful"

Amanda slowly sits up, stretching her back, her hand softly traces the younger woman's jaw. "What would you say to possibly going on a date tonight? Just like a movie and maybe a walk in a park, or by like a pond, really anyth-" Angela covers the taller woman's mouth, laughing softly "I would absolutely love to go on a date with you, we can do whatever you want" the taller woman muffles a response, the shorter vamp laughs, her face flushing softly as she removes her hand from her girlfriends mouth "What was that 'Manda?" The taller woman sighed through her nostrils "How about we hang out by the lake after we go bowling? Do you like bowling?" Angela perked up, nodding quickly. "I love bowling, that's perfect! And we could bring a blanket to the lake and lay in the grass?" 

Amanda smiled fondly, playing with her lover's fingers while they talked, nodding in agreement, her eyes gaze over Angela's face, admiring the small features. The way her hair softly frames her face, a light mole kissed on her jaw, her eyes soft and doe-like. It was like she was kissed by the moon, soft and radiating, peaceful and beautiful. Angela leans in, flicking her nose lightly, pulling her out of the love daze she was in "Hey, where did you go?" Amanda scrunched her nose "Nowhere, I was just thinking, that's all" the taller woman pokes her girlfriends side, earning a squeal and a smack to the arm. With an idea in her mind, the older vamp slides into Angela's lap, straddling her. As she presses her lips against the soft, full, lips of the younger woman, her fangs pressing against her bottom lip, earning a whine, before pulling away, starting to tickle the sides of her lover.

Angela squirms, trying to get away but failing from the well thought plan of Amanda sitting in her lap, grunts and squeals filling the room. Amanda pulls her hands away, with a shit eating grin plastered on her face. She pauses, looking at her girlfriend, her hair messy, her chest heaving, her eyes heavy lidded from the exhaustion of laughter. The taller woman surges forward, smashing their lips together, Angela's hands rest on her hips, moaning against Amanda's lips. They part only for a few breaths of air, connecting their lips again in a frenzy. 

"Woah hey, save both kinds of lip smashing for the bedroom" Damien's voice cuts through the tension of the room, his bedhead legendary, a couple strands sticking up in every way possible. He rubs his eyes, a smile on his lips as he shakes his head. Angela glares at Damien before leaning her head back on the couch. "I need a shower" the shorter woman groaned, Amanda tilts her head. "Hey listen, you got a bath last night, I didn't, I need to be clean for our date" The taller man grins "A date? You guys are going on an actual date? Tell me all the deets when you get home" the shorter vamp laughs, her hands resting on her girlfriend's thighs "if anything, you seem to be the most excited for this date when you're not the one going" Amanda smiled softly, placing her head on Angela's shoulder, softly whispering. 

"If you want, we can shower together? I didn't wash my hair well enough" Angela grinned, letting her girlfriend stand up from her lap, following her into her bedroom, and closing the door. "God I'm going to die from the amount of sex they have" Damien grumbles, unlocking his phone to text a certain vampire, smiling as a call lights up his phone. He answers, his smile audible through his voice "Well, hey there sucker" he drawls, earning a scoff on the other line "Should I answer the phone with a 'hey fire breather' every time" Chanse volleys back, turning on the camera, showing him in a pair of black jean shorts, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "It sounds a lot cooler than sucker, don't you think?" Damien smirks, tapping his chin in a mock thinking posture. 

"I'm just saying, you singe my curtains again, and I will throw you out like a bad dog" Damien gasped, dramatically gripping his shirt in mock offense. "It's not my fault you- well you know what you did. That was your fault, and you know what else is your fault?" The older man lifts up his shirt, pointing to a distinct bite mark on his stomach, Chanse smiles, biting back a laugh. "Hey, you said 'do whatever you want' so I did" Damien opens his mouth to say something, when a loud clatter alerts him, from Angela's room. His brows furrow, motioning to Chanse to hold on. 

Damien walks slowly to the other room, knocking on the door, when there's no response, he knocks again, worrying heavily. After three knocks of no response, he opens the door gingerly, looking around, his back aggressively slams against the door as he sees the scene in front of him, Angela was staked, her eyes frozen, staring at him, or through him, her body slowly crumbling into dust. He lets out a sob, falling to his knees as he slowly crawls to the remnants of his friend, before a flash in his peripheral, he turns his head, locking eyes with Amanda. "Look at what you did! You fucking killed her, you killed my girlfriend!" She snarls, stepping closer. "This is all your fault, you fucking waste of space." He shudders, his chest tightening, making it hard to breathe, Damien grips his chest, tears falling non-stop as he sobs. "No, no please I didn't kill her, I didn't do this, please, Angela no."

Angela stares at Damien worryingly, his eyes glazed over as tears stream down his face. Amanda looks at Angela, her hand gripping her girlfriend's. The shorter woman looks over, nodding slowly as she approaches the older man, tenderly placing her hand on his shoulder. "Damien, it's just a hallucination, you're okay, just breathe." Amanda can hear yelling in his room, in which she follows, finding the dragons phone, and Chanse on it, completely worried. "Amanda? What's going on?" She sighed softly "He's having a hallucination and is completely wrecked, I don't know how to help him." The vamp perks up "ice, get ice cubes and slide them on his face and arms" Amanda quirks her brow, nodding. "I'll ask why you know that, later." As quickly as she can, the taller woman sets down the phone, speed walking to the fridge, grabbing some ice cubes before booking it to her girlfriend's room. 

Amanda frowned slightly, Angela's attempts to calm the panicked man came to no avail. She took a deep breath, kneeling next to the man, softly pressing ice to his face, slowly moving it up and down his face, letting Angela grab another cube from her lover's hand, and running it over his arms. Damien's breathing starts to level out, a crack in the hallucination's facade. "That's it, you're okay Dami, just breathe, you're safe." Angela spoke with a soft calmness that Amanda hadn't seen before, her concern and love for the older man made her heart swell. She let a small smile crack at the thought, continuing to rub the ice softly on his jaw, pulling him closer and closer to reality. His eyes slowly move, locking onto Angela. "Hey bud, I'm right here." Damien launched at Angela, grabbing her into a tight hug, tears running down his cheeks slowly, gripping Angela's shirt with a strength, like as if he let go, she would disappear. Angela gasped, hugging him back, rubbing small circles into his back, looking at Amanda, her eyes full of concern and worry, with a hint of sadness. 

"Dami, what happened? What brought this on?" He shuddered, still glued to Angela, trying to ground himself. "I heard a loud noise from your room, and I went to go check it out, and I guess that's... That's when it happened, I saw.. You.. Staked, completely dead, crumbled into dust. Then... Amanda.. She screamed that it was my fault, and that I killed you and... A waste of space. I don't know why it happened, I was just on the phone with- oh god Chanse! He doesn't know what happened." Angela keeps rubbing his back, staring at Amanda, her own tears falling now. The taller woman fought to keep her own back. It's one thing for someone to torment you, torture you, it's another when it's your own brain, has turned on you, it knows you, it is you, it knows everything you do, the biggest weapon against you, and no one else can see what's happening inside of you. You have to fight for your sanity, and you can't blame it on anything that anyone would believe, because if it's not something others can see, they won't believe you. They won't believe that your worst enemy is your own mind. 

Amanda shook her head, a small smile attempting to stay, as a tear falls to her cheek. "He knows, he's the one who recommended the ice. Once you fully come to, you can go talk to him again, but for now, just stay here. " Damien slowly turns his head towards Amanda, his eyes puffy and glazed over from exhaustion, his lip quivers again. Amanda moves towards him slowly, placing her hand over his, still wrapped in Angela's shirt. "You are not a waste of space, and Angela is still alive, and I will never call you a waste of space, not even if I had to for my life. You are a good man, a good friend, a good person. Even if your mind tries to gaslight you into a lie, we will always be here to shut them down." She smiled sadly, squeezing his hand as he nods. He gingerly releases from the younger woman's body, his hand still touching her arm, as if he's trying to remind himself she's real and still here. Her hand placed over his, she smiles. "I love you, Damien, you are the bestest best friend a girl could have, and nothing will change that." He smiled back, squeezing her arm before standing up, his legs trembling slightly. 

"I'm good now, I promise" Amanda nods, opening the door, the background noises of Chanse from his phone can be heard from the other room. She sighs softly, sitting on Angela's bed, her hands rubbing over her face, the events from the last hour draining her. Angela sits next to her, rubbing soft circles into her lower back, letting Amanda's head lay on her shoulder. "Do you still want to go on our date after everything? I understand if you're too tired, we can do it another time" her rambles making the taller woman smile. "No, I mean, yes I still want to go on the date, no I don't want to reschedule. I can call Chanse over so that Damien has someone with him" Angela nods, pressing a kiss to her head. She gets up, heading over to the main room, then Damien's, knocking on the door before walking in. 

Angela smiles, waving at Chanse through the camera as she walks into frame. "Hey so I wanted to ask both of you, Damien, Amanda and I are going on a date, and we were wondering if you needed someone with you, cause Chanse is good to come over to give you some company, if you both wanted." Damien turns to the phone, tilting his head, looking at Chanse for his answer, in which he nods quickly. "He'll come over, thank you for earlier, and also, I'm sorry" he smiled sadly, Angela ruffles his hair with a grin "don't ever apologize for something you can't control. Just, if you get freaky, keep it in your bedroom" Damien stammers, a rosey tint on his ears, before sighing with defeat "yes mommy dearest" which earned him a smack on the shoulder. She nods, waving Chanse goodbye as she leaves to her own room. 

"We are in the clear for tonight, Chanse is gonna come over" Amanda nodded, smiling as she stood up, motioning to the bathroom door. "We still need a shower" grabbing her hand, Angela presses a kiss to her cheek, opening the door. 

After their shower and brief make out session, they dress in comfortable clothing, Angela in a slightly oversized gray shirt and blue jeans with scuffed up white and black sneakers, Amanda in a light green blouse and light blue ripped jeans, paired with dark green and white high tops. The sun was almost fully gone, the last streaks of orange and yellow fading into a dark blue. Angela gingerly opens the curtains, scared of being burned, a sigh of relief escaping her mouth as the sun said good night, the moon smiling peacefully over the streets. She turns to her girlfriend, nodding, sliding her phone into her back pocket. Amanda opens the bedroom door, being met by Chanse, who seems to have just arrived. "Aw you guys look so good! I hope you guys have a good date!" He smiled, hugging both of them, shaking Angela back and forth a bit. She laughs, shaking him back, flicking his nose. "You kids behave alright? No following strangers with candy, or free booze, or whatever concerned parents say" Chanse and Damien both glare at the same time. Angela grinned "And absolutely no premarital sex" she added, earning a scoff from Damien. "I don't think you're in any place to say that, you have more sex than any of us"

After a few more immature squabbles with the two men, Angela and Amanda head out, hands laced together as they descend the stairs, walking to the nearby bowling alley. 

The place desperately needed some TLC and maybe some Jesus, but it wasn't a complete mess. The sign above simply said "Bowling Alley" with multiple letters dark, others flicking with a semblance of desperation to stay lit. The concrete meeting the asphalt was horribly cracked, years of erosion ignored, a giant pothole in the middle of the driveway threatened to pop tires if you went too fast, and the asphalt itself looked like it had never been repaired since the place opened, faded white lines of parking spaces were five storms away from being completely being gone. The beige paint on the building peeled, revealing off white brick behind. As they approached the doors, multiple stains splayed on the concrete, as if they were never cleaned off at all. Angela grimaced at the appearance, but tried to be optimistic, maybe the inside was more taken care of. However, the thought quickly diminished, the black carpet with multicolored shapes etched into them, sticky with spilled drinks and some sauce stains, a random straw wrapper dropped in the middle of the walkway. Amanda shook her head, approaching the front desk. "Hey, we would like one lane, three games, and we need two pairs of house shoes." She smiled, a contrast to the cashier, who looked one argument away from quitting. "Alright, that'll be 30.73" Amanda pulls out her wallet, preparing to pay, Angela cuts her off, pressing her phone to the reader, grinning at Amanda. "Lane twenty-three" the cashier deadpanned "what shoe sizes do you need" Angela looked at Amanda "A size seven, and a size nine, please" the cashier placed two pairs of shoes on the counter, they're extremely scuffed, part of the sole separating from the shoe. 

They grabbed their respective pairs, walking over to grab a ball. Grabbing the lightest ball, seven pounds, Angela walked over to their lane, setting it down in the holder and slipping off her shoes, putting on the raggedy bowling shoes quickly, tying them. Amanda sat next to her, putting a ten pound ball next to her girlfriends, she untied her shoes, slipping on her pair. "I hope you know, I'm so going to beat your ass" Amanda arched a brow "Are you sure about that, angel, don't say something you can't back up" she grinned, walking over to the control panel, putting their names in, of course she put Angela first, she wants to see if she can prove her right. 

Angela stood up, watching the pins reset, the bar lifting up. She grabbed her ball, walking up to the black dots, she positioned her feet, crouching slightly as she walked forward, bringing her arm and ball back, before releasing the ball. It connects to the pins, knocking them over with a satisfying clatter. Strike. She turns around, a shit eating smile plastered on her face, her eyes meeting Amanda's, her jaw dropped in awe. "Okay, first frame luck, that's all" she stood up, grabbing her ball. With a less precise stance, she walked up, bringing the ball back before releasing it, the ball veering to the right as it clashed against the pins. She huffs, turning around, waiting for the ball to come back from the conveyer. "Hey, four pins ain't so bad baby, maybe try flirting to the ball, it might hit some more" Angela laughed as Amanda glared at her. "First frame luck, babe, I'd like to see you get a strike again" she grabbed her ball, taking a deep breath as she cocked her arm back again, this time the ball veering to the left. Shaking her head, she walks back, sitting back in her seat, looking at the scoreboard that has to be mocking her, a strike for Angela, and five pins for herself. 

She doesn't even want to watch as Angela sets up again, her legs gliding with ease as she brought her arm back, flicking the ball straight down the middle of the lane, smirking as it slightly veered to the right, knocking the pins down perfectly. Another strike. Turning around, she skips back, a playful glint in her eyes. "What was that again? First frame luck?" Amanda rolled her eyes, a smile spreading as Angela pressed her lips against her cheek. 

After an hour, they were halfway through their second game, the first game ended with Angela winning with an impressive 214, and Amanda with a not so shocking 97. Amanda loved the friendly competition, but she was getting annoyed by how good Angela was at bowling. Was there anything she did horribly? Music blared from the cheap speakers, crackling every other lyric, the sound itself sounded like it was playing from a first generation iphone. The loud clatter of pins falling and thuds of bowling balls added to the overwhelming noise. It was Angela's turn, placing herself again in her stance, she walks, winds back, her wrist not flicking the way she wanted, hitting the front pin, she winced as every other pin fell down, except for seven and ten, which is popularly known as the vampire split, the hardest split to pull off with a spare. She grimaced, positioning herself on a different set of dots, before crouching and walking slower, her wind up calculated as she released the ball, fast and veering too closely to the gutter, but it rides the edge until it clashes strongly into the left pin, sending it flying into the back and bouncing back, knocking over the right pin. She jumped with a cheer and a child-like smile. Then it was Amanda's turn, sighing as she approached the lane with her ball, swinging back and releasing. She was improving, thanks to Angela giving pointers, but it was still nothing compared to the precision of Angela's approach. She knocks down nine pins, jumping up with excitement, she looks at her girlfriend, before running to her and hugging her. "I got nine in one try!!" Angela smiled proudly "good job baby" Amanda turned to practically skip back to the lane. "I love you" Angela blurted out, the words warping into the background noise. Amanda turned around, barely being able to hear her girlfriends voice over the clashing pins. "I'm sorry? What was that?" 

Angela smiled, her stance changed into a mixture of awkward and nervous, fiddling with her hands. "I love you, Amanda" she smiled, filled with uncertainty. Amanda walked back to her, her hands cupping the sides of Angela's face. "I love you, Angela" she pressed their lips together, Angela's hands lightly grabbing the sides of her blouse, before releasing, a giddy laugh falling from her lips, her cheeks a light pink. Amanda grins, her hand sliding down, gripping Angela's ass with a tight squeeze, winking, before leaving her speechless, her throat bobbing as she tries to recollect herself. By some miracle, Amanda gets the spare, her smile wide and full of joy.

Angela smiles, slipping on her cap, continuing to take deep breaths. Her girlfriend steps closer, her hot breath teasing the shell of her ear. "Oh angel, are we worked up already?" Angela glares at her, letting out a quiet breath, she can see the red tint clear as day, but chooses to ignore it. "C'mon baby, your turn, show me what you got." Her girlfriend swallows thickly, grabbing her ball, shaking as she attempts to recollect herself, positioning herself, shaky steps as she winds back her arm, accidentally turning her wrist. The measly attempt at another strike was well missed, only catching the seventh pin, the one on the very left corner. She lets out a huff, running a hand through her hair. She feels firm hands grip her waist. "Do I have to give you lessons now, babydoll?" Amanda purrs, pressing a light kiss to her lover's neck, earning a shiver from her. "What I need" she takes a deep breath "is for you to either let me bowl without a distraction, or take me home." She growls the last part, her restraint slipping quickly. Amanda grins, tugging a stray lock of the shoulder length hair, reveling in the way Angela bites her lip, a small whimper slipping out. "I'll be a good girl for you, no distractions, okay?" Angela regretted giving her that option, if she had her way, they'd already be home and unclothed. 

The second and third game ended more quickly, basically rushing every bowl. Angela had won every game, but by the third game, she won by the skin of her teeth. Three pins to be exact. She was too distracted by the way Amanda's hips swayed with suggestion, bending down way too sensually to retrieve her ball, looking at her with a red tint in her eyes, her gaze dragging up and down Angela like she was the last body of blood on earth. Angela quickly slipped off the bowling shoes, slipping on her own, practically throwing the ball back into the rack, speeding out of the alley as if it was radioactive. As she steps outside, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself as the red in her eyes took over them completely. Teasing on its own was her favorite, but Amanda teasing her? The woman that looks like god placed her on earth itself, teasing her, drove her up a wall she's never been on before, her fangs slipping out slightly. The door opened, Amanda slowly walking out of it, locking eyes with her lover, her own eyes a shade of red, but nothing compared to the blood red that completely took over Angela's. 

"Do I really affect you that much, baby? You're so cute like this. You look starved, poor darling, here." She grinned, her fangs sunk into her own arm, before making Angela kneel before her, tilting her chin up, letting her blood drip into the shorter woman's mouth. Angela drunk it like it was the last thing she'd ever do, before bringing the dripping limb to her mouth, licking it clean. She stood up, connecting their lips in a hungry fervor, slipping her tongue into her lover's mouth, letting her own blood fall on her tongue. She pulled away, tapping Angela's chest with a smile. "We still have the lake to go to baby, c'mon" she groaned before letting her girlfriend drag her. 

After some amount of unbearable walking to some place that wasn't her dorm, they reach the lake, the small fountain lit up by revolving colors, green, yellow, orange, red, pink, purple, blue, repeat. The sidewalk was well cared for, only a crack or two as they walked, fingers laced with each other. Realizing that she forgot the blanket, she smiled sheepishly as she sat on the grass, patting the spot next to her. Angela sat down, picking dead blades of grass softly. "So, your 'I love you' back wasn't a spur of the moment, was it?" She turned, her mouth open in disbelief. "How dare you think I'd be a spur of a moment love confession, babydoll. I love you, and I'll remind you of that every day if I need to" pressing a short kiss to Angela's lips, she smiled softly, her hand resting on her lover's thigh. They sit there in silence for a bit, watching the way the moonlight reflected on the rippling water, a small family of ducks wading quietly. A soft sigh escapes Angela's lips before she lays back, leaving the grass in hair problem for future Angela, staring up at the small twinkling stars, her hand draped over her stomach. 

Amanda looks over, admiring her girlfriend, she turns her head, pressing a small kiss to her shoulder. Angela follows suit, turning her head, connecting their lips in a tender kiss, full of lust and love, of unspoken words and promises, the world faded behind their bubble, Angela cups her cheek, rubbing soft circles as they continue. Amanda pulls away slightly, taking in the sight of her girlfriend, lips swollen, her hair slightly tangled, eyes full of love. She connects their lips again, pulling the younger woman closer as she deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping in with ease. A soft moan slipping out, she moves, straddling her hips, her hands placed on the grass. Angela's hands grab her hips, sliding up and down her sides, lifting the shirt slightly with each movement. Amanda groans, her back arching into the touch, before breaking the kiss. "I hate to say this, but we should probably get back before this continues any further" Angela nods, letting her slide off her hips before standing up, extending a hand to the older woman, before speed walking to the dorms, hands laced together. 

They finally arrive at the dorms, unlocking the door with ease, Angela pushed open the door, letting Amanda walk in first, before closing the door, letting her eyes watch her walk in. The place is dark and quiet, signalling that the other occupants were most likely asleep by now. She checked her phone, seeing that it was one in the morning, they had left at seven which meant they were out for six hours, it didn't feel like six hours at all. However, her mind was worried about other things, like the way Amanda stood in front of her, sliding her shirt off teasingly, a marbled black and red bra supporting her breasts perfectly. Angela slips off her shoes, working to undo her belt as they slowly walk to her room. Her door closes with a small thud, Amanda pushing her to the door, their lips connecting roughly, she lets her hands drift, pulling Angela's belt off quickly, her fingers hooking on the loops to pull her even closer. Her lips move to the younger woman's jaw, leading to her ear and down her neck, immediately finding the sensitive pulse point and focusing on it, kissing and sucking. "You know I'm going to run out of makeup for the marks soon" she whines, in which Amanda grins, pulling away to look at her red tinted eyes. "So stop hiding them, I won't bite your neck, but I want them to know you come home to me fucking you mercilessly" she growls, earning a whimper as she goes back to the pulse point, leaving dark marks all over it, before moving to her shoulder, leaving more marks, reveling in the noises leaving her lover's mouth. 

Amanda pulls away, making eye contact with Angela, whose eyes are a beautiful shade of red. She slips her shirt off before continuing her assault on her collarbone, letting her fangs slightly dig in. "You taste so delicious whenever you're turned on, angel. Sweeter than any blood I've ever had" she purrs, unbuttoning the jeans that kept her from where she wanted to go. Pushing them down, she picks up Angela, her legs wrapping around her waist, slowly backing up until she hit the bed, sitting down. While she straddled Amanda, her own hands wandered, nails dragging up and down her back, her head leaned back as warm lips pressed against her. "Bra off, darling" Angela wastes no time, slipping off the sports bra, before unclasping her lover's bra, sliding off her. Amanda stops her from tending to her chest, stiff peaks visible. "Let me take care of you tonight only, you did win bowling, don't you want your reward" Angela opened her mouth to protest, cut off by a warm mouth engulfing a hard bud, fangs and tongue assaulting it. Her hips began to squirm, desperate for some relief, Amanda's hand on her stomach traveled lower, playing with the waistband. She slowly moved further onto the bed, making Angela still straddle her, but her knees were on either side of her own thighs. She let go of the hard nipple, taking the other one into her mouth, her hand freely delving down into the damp underwear, slotting one finger up her slit, rubbing tight circles on her clit.

Angela gasped, a moan caught in her throat, her head falling onto Amanda's shoulder. "Do you want to ride my fingers, beautiful?" She nodded quickly, a low moan slipping out as she feels two fingers press into her entrance, letting her close the distance, sinking onto the fingers. Her hands grabbed Amanda's shoulders roughly, starting to lift herself up and ride her fingers slowly. Once she becomes comfortable, she picks up the pace to a moderate speed, moans falling out of her mouth, Amanda watches her with hunger, her eyes have a tinge of mischief in them. Curling her fingers slightly, Angela bites into her neck, blood dripping down her bare chest as she picks up the pace again, moans vibrating against her skin. "That's it my love, keep going, keep biting me, tap me twice when you're close" earning another moan, she smirks. "Such a pretty girl, such a good girl, I bet if I told you to do anything, you'd be obedient and listen" Angela clenched around her fingers, obviously enjoying the words of praise, her fingernails digging into skin, drawing blood. 

"You're such a good girl, but I also love when you act like a dirty slut, you're perfect in all aspects, darling" a whine muffles against her skin, curling her fingers more this time. The hand on her shoulder taps her softly twice, making her curl her fingers with every thrust. "There you go baby, cum for me like a good girl" a loud whine mixed with a moan and whispers of her name absorb into her skin, Angela's hips stuttering as her orgasm washed over her. Fucking her through it, Amanda stills her hips, before doubling the speed of her fingers thrusting, the younger woman gasping and moaning, her fangs releasing the skin, her hips bucking from her oversensitive cunt. Her moans are no longer muffled and are rather loud as she whines, her girlfriends name falling out of her mouth in desperate pleas. Amanda connects her lips to her lover's neck, continuing to finger her in a brutal pace, the moans becoming louder and higher pitched. Her hips buck forward roughly, her orgasm hitting harder this time, fucking her through it. 

"Think you can go one more time, babydoll?" Angela whines, but nods in agreement. Amanda slides her onto the bed, placing herself between her thighs. She smiled, her hands sliding up and down the trembling thighs slowly. She drops her voice lower, into something predatory. "Such a good girl" Angela's hips buck, earning a smile from the older woman, who settles onto her elbows, slipping her arms around her thighs, keeping them still as her head dips down, her tongue flicking against the already sensitive clit. She licks down to the slick entrance, slowly pushing her tongue in, her nose pressed against her clit. Amanda groans at the taste, it was better than the sweetest blood she could ever have.

As much as Amanda enjoyed the younger woman's moans, she knew it was too loud, she continued sliding her tongue around the slick and sensitive hole, her tongue flicking up into the sponge like texture of the g-spot, all while pushing her own wet underwear down, thankful for her long limbs. After some shuffling, she successfully pulled the damp cloth down, her eyes flicking to her girlfriend, tapping her thigh twice, she handed over her underwear. She looks at her confused, unable to hold back moans, before understanding, sticking the underwear into her mouth, savoring the way it tasted, but also muffling her moans. Amanda doubles her speed, frequently pressing her tongue against the sensitive spot. Angela's hand tangles into her hair, pushing her further into her, her hips slowly moving, grinding against her face. Amanda groans into her, her hand sliding down to her own throbbing clit, rubbing in fast but tight circles, moaning into her girlfriend's cunt. 

Her hair is tugged twice, signalling that Angela is close, her own ministrations bringing her on the edge. Her thumb presses into her clit, rubbing quick circles while her tongue focuses on just the sensitive spot, Angela bucks up roughly, a muffled moan of her lover's name spilling out, sending Amanda over the edge as well, her moans vibrating against Angela's clit as her own hips buck into the mattress. Angela looks down, watching the older woman's hips drive into the mattress, her thighs trembling. She slowly pulls the underwear out, panting lightly. Her head fuzzy and heavy, Amanda pressed kisses up her body, pushing damp strands of hair away as she pressed a kiss to her forehead. "How about a shower, don't worry about anything, I'll take care of you" Angela nods weakly, letting Amanda pick her up easily. "I love you Angela" she leans into her chest, her cheeks damp and pink. "I love you Amanda.”

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The rest of the night was truly a blur, Angela woke up to soft kisses on her neck and jaw, a small whimper falling from her mouth from the drowsy pleasure. "Good morning, beautiful." Amanda smiled, brushing wild strands from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm going to get you some red, and then we can hang out with Damien until the evening, we have a hang out with the group tonight" Angela smiled lazily, nodding. They had decided to call blood, red, because it was still uncomfortable for Angela to acknowledge that it was blood. She stretched her arms while Amanda was in the kitchen, wincing at the tenderness of her thighs as she swung her legs to the side of the bed. She looked down at clothes she hadn't put on, a pair of boxers and an oversized hoodie. She grimaced as she stood up, sliding on a pair of basketball shorts, and switching the hoodie for a sports bra and a black tank top. She looked in the mirror, a measly attempt at fixing her hair, before walking into the main room. 

Her eyes still blurry and unfocused, she noticed that there were more silhouettes than normal. Rubbing her eyes, forcing them to focus, she sees Shayne, Courtney, Chanse, Damien, and then two people she had to get to know, Spencer and Arasha. She smiled at the group, her arm waving tiredly. Courtney stifiles a laugh before walking up, hugging her. "Good morning sleepyhead, you look like you were hit by an entire round of paintballs" she whispered with a small smile, her eyes flickering to the pale skin, plastered with dark purple marks and deep gang marks. She turned to Amanda, staring at her with wide eyes, getting a smirk in return as she pulls the neckline of her shirt down, sporting a deep red splotch with two fang marks in between, a harsh purple bruise surrounding the red. "It was only fair that you bit the shit out of me for all of those" she grinned, stepping forward with three cups, handing one to Angela, and then one to Chanse as they drank. 

"For the rest of you, there's an assortment of meat for the guys, and veggies and tofu for the fairies" she nods, setting down her cup as she sat on the couch, patting the space next to her for Angela. Courtney and Shayne stood up, heading to the fridge to make whatever they were going to. Amanda traces small shapes onto her hand that's resting on her thigh, she leans into Angela, closing her eyes for a bit. "Did you not sleep well, baby?" Amanda shakes her head, opening her eyes to see her frowning "I couldn't sleep until about five in the morning." With it currently being ten, she must've only slept around three to four hours. Angela's fingers run through her hair, scratching her scalp lightly. "Did something happen for you to not sleep?" Amanda avoided eye contact, playing with her fingers. "You uh, kept getting upset in your sleep... At one point you started crying, I was too worried to sleep." Angela frowns, pulling her girlfriend in, pressing a kiss to her head. "I'm sorry I worried you, I can't even remember my dream" She looked at her, and she could tell there was something she wasn't saying. "What else happened?" She closes her eyes, gripping her hand, a stray tear falling down her cheek. "I was the reason you were crying.. You said my name and started crying" she whispered. 

Angela took a deep breath, standing up. "Hey Amanda is gonna take a nap before we go hang out, I'm gonna be with her. I'll see you guys in a couple hours" Arasha smiled and nodded, while Courtney saw the damp strip on Amanda's face, nodding with a sad smile. She extended her hand, helping her girlfriend up before guiding her to her room. She made Amanda lay down, placing the blanket over her, tucking her in, before laying next to her, propping her head up with her hand. "It was probably some stupid dream that would never come true, I have never cried because of you, even before you came back when you had turned me. Which actually I've been wondering, how did you find me?" She smiled sadly before speaking, her voice had a slight waver "When you turn someone, you can feel and even track their presence, so I just walked in the direction I felt you in" the smile she had didn't reach her eyes, her hand grabbing her lover's. Angela gave her hand a squeeze, pressing her lips against her forehead "Get some sleep gorgeous, I'll be here when you wake up. " Amanda nodded softly, letting her eyes close. 

Arasha looked at the door silently, listening to Courtney explain the look Amanda had on her face before they both went in there. The room had quiet mumbling before it went silent. She frowned as she turned towards Courtney. "I mean I don't think they're having any issues, but it is concerning" she nodded "yeah definitely, they seem really happy, maybe she just got into her head?" Arasha smiled softly, nodding. Shayne hadn't spoken but he was listening intently. Damien, Chanse, and Spencer were all in their own conversation, oblivious to the concerned trio. "Whenever they come back, should we talk to Amanda in private? Maybe we could have context of what happened, and we're just worried about something small? I mean what if Amanda was just tired, and she just yawned too hard?" Shayne added, he always adds another perspective of reason, it was calming. "I mean it could, but she also had the facial expressions of someone who's extremely sad" Shayne hummed, thinking. "I understand the worry, I don't think all of us should corner her and ask, maybe just you and Arasha? Try not to overwhelm her or cause her to shut down?" Arasha nodded, her hand resting on Shayne's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "That's smart, we can definitely do that."

They all turn towards the other trio as Spencer cracks a joke in a horrible British accent. "I seem to have an unsucked johnson" Damien and Chanse broke into a fit of laughter, which Shayne joined into from the lack of context. "Dude where did that even come from" Chanse and Damien look at him, realization flooding their faces that the other three heard that. "Spencer said he could do a gentleman character and that was the most crude thing he said, and that's what you guys heard?" Chanse laughed, rubbing his eyes. Arasha began to say something, but was cut off by the bedroom door opening, Angela peering out of the crack, her eyes were slightly puffy, she had obviously been crying, or at least upset enough to almost cry. "Can you guys keep it down a bit more? Amanda's sleeping and I really want her to get some sleep" she whispered, her voice had no malice, but genuine and soft. They all nodded and whispered apologies, but Courtney stood up, giving Arasha a nod before heading towards Angela. 

"Can we talk real quick? We could slip into Damien's room so we don't wake up Amanda" she spoke in a hushed voice, as if she was trying to not scare off an injured cat. Angela gave her a watery smile, quietly contemplating the choice. "If we could do it really quick, then sure, I promised I would be here when she wakes up" Courtney nodded, her hand holding the vampires as she waves off the group, telling them to resume conversing. She pulled Angela into the Wolf's room, shutting the door softly, before turning to the shorter woman. Her eyes soften as she locks eyes with her, tears falling freely, letting out a quiet sob. Courtney rushed over to her, pushing free strands away, wiping tears away softly. "Ange.. What happened?" Angela let out another sob, grabbing the fairy into a tight hug. "She didn't sleep because of me.." She choked out, trying to calm her breathing. Courtney could see the pink radiating off of her, she was truly damaged by the confession she was speaking of "I had a dream, and apparently I started crying and saying her name, like it was something about her that made me cry, and she couldn't sleep. I don't think she's telling me every thing that happened, I couldn't force it out of her, but I just keep thinking about her with dark eye bags, watching me sleep all because I was dreaming some stupid fucking shit" Courtney rubbed her back in slow circles, trying to stay level headed and calm, the emotions radiating off of the shorter woman were overpowering and energized. 

"Arasha is going to talk to her later, see if she can get some insight, because I saw her face and emotions, but it's not your fault, you can't control your dreams, and she knows that. Listen to me, this was not your fault, you both just need to talk and be honest, she loves you Ange, I know it" Angela took a deep breath and nodded, wiping the tears from her face, attempting to control her emotions. Courtney loved the way Angela always felt so strongly, the bright colors that surrounded her always were so beautiful, they colors were fuller and brighter around Angela than anyone she had ever met before. Courtney smiled, placing her hands on both shoulders, giving them a squeeze. "Thank you, Court" she smiled "You never have to thank me for caring for my friends, you're amazing and I think you're great for Amanda" Angela took another deep breath before opening the door, heading back to her own room. Courtney followed shortly after, taking a deep breath herself. 

Arasha watched both of them, before breathing out with a sharp huff. "Jesus dude, the colors were bright" she exclaimed as quietly as she could, Courtney nodded, running a hand through their hair. "Yeah, you're going to have to talk to Amanda whenever she wakes up, nothing inherently bad happened, it just seems like some emotional events happened" she summarized the strong emotions that basically suffocated her when talking to Angela, trying to not talk about their issues without them present. 

Amanda woke up about an hour later with a sudden jerk, her eyes dark red as she locked eyes with her girlfriend, before she let out a sigh of relief. "Afternoon, my love" soft fingers graze her forehead, pushing the messed locks from her face. "You look so beautiful when you sleep, like I understood pure peace when I saw your face and how calm you look" Amanda smiled, pressing against the offered palm of her lover. "I always feel like that when I'm here with you" her tired brain didn't understand the weight of her words as she looked at the stray tear roll down Angela's face, her eyes sad, but her smile genuine. "It hasn't been too long, has it?" Angela shook her head "You slept for like three hours, we still have a few more hours until we can leave" Amanda read the small clock on the nightstand, that read 2:05pm, sunset wasn't until almost eight, she let out a small sigh, pressing a kiss to Angela's wrist. She winced slightly, earning a concerned look. "It's nothing, just sore from the position" 

The older woman sat up, rubbing her eyes, turning to Angela. "Do you think I could kiss you, I don't want it to lead to anything, but I would like to kiss you" she laughed softly, her hands resting on her knees. "You don't have to ask to kiss me, but it'll always be yes" Amanda cupped her jaw, their lips moving in slow tandem, full of passion and love. She pulled Angela into her lap, her arms wrapped around her waist, enjoying the feeling of the warmth her lover radiated. She pulls away, her head leaning on Angela's shoulder with a laugh. "I love kissing you, if I could, I would kiss you all the time." Angela smiled, pressing a small kiss to her cheek. "Best thing, is that you can, they don't ever have to turn into sex or breathless make out sessions, just kissing"

After the two seperated, heading into the main room holding hands, they sit next to each other on the couch, Courtney was on the other side of Angela, who turned at her with a smile on their face. "Glad to see you two lovebirds again" Angela had a toothy grin on her face before leaning into Amanda, and snuggled into her. "Man if you guys want to chip in and get another couch, or maybe just a bigger one, like the L shaped big ones so we can all fit, instead of half of us having to sit on these cushionless stools, that would be great" Damien laughed and extended his arms into a begging motion. "I think we could help buy one, so then maybe we could have like a sleepover here at some point" Shayne gasped and grinned. "That would be fun wouldn't it, a group sleep over! As long as none of you guys snore too loudly" Arasha added, earning a snort from Spencer "Yes I'm talking about you Spence." He grabbed his chest in mock offense, letting out a dramatic gasp. "I would never, I'm a silent sleeper" Arasha rolled her eyes "And Chanse is into women" Chanse barked out a laugh, covering his mouth as he doubled over. 

Angela talked animatedly with the group, letting herself settle with them more and more. She was honest when she said she had never had friends like this, that accepted her so genuinely so quickly. Amanda watched her girlfriend become comfortable with her friends, finding herself with a dumb smile plastered on her face. Her hand absentmindedly traced shapes into Angela's arm, the lamp glowing in a way that caught the brown in her eyes so perfectly it was a mix of coffee and honey. Her hair was gorgeously messed, her smile wide and toothy. Whoever was above had created this woman just for her, she felt. Everything amazing and messy but all perfectly imperfect, as if she could roll out of bed with horrible bedhead and dried drool, or she could be dressed to the tens, with makeup, and she would still look perfect all together. She leaned in slightly, dropping her voice to a low whisper. "You know, I could totally go for a make out right now" Angela looked over at her, smiling, her eyes mostly brown with a newfound pale red, Amanda had never seen that kind of color in a vampire's eyes. She looked puzzled, staring into her eyes more deeply. Courtney seemed to notice the look, letting out a laugh. "Is there something on her face that's causing you to look like someone blew your mind" they slowly tried to look at Angela as well, the angle making it difficult. "Her eyes... They're like, the red in them is really light"

Courtney beamed, shooting up from their seat before sitting on the floor between the two, looking directly at Angela, before laughing giddily. "I feel like for suspense, I shouldn't tell you, but I absolutely love that you have no idea what this is" Angela is equally as puzzled, her eyes darting between the two woman. "I won't tell you everything, but you know how the fae- fairies, can see emotions through radiating color?" Angela nods absently, she absolutely did not know that. "Well Vampires can do that with other vamps, by looking in their eyes. Most of the emotions are different shades of red, except for like uhhh, extreme guilt or grief, that's like a yellow. But this specific red, is an emotion that I'm very excited about" she grinned, patting her knees erratically, trying to contain her excitement. Angela looked at Courtney, visibly trying to decipher the fairy's words, her mouth dropped in realization before grinning as well, nodding. "Yep I get it" Amanda gasped, tapping her lovers shoulder "Tell me!" She shook her head with a toothy grin, sticking her tongue out. "You'll just have to play detective, I didn't get any clues, neither do you" Amanda stuck out her lip in mock upset before huffing, sinking into the couch. Courtney watched the pale red brighten, a huge smile on her face. She stood back up, sitting next to Arasha, silently exchanging words, causing Arasha to squeal, slapping her friend in excitement. 

Amanda huffed as Angela pressed a kiss to her cheek, as she looked at her intently. A smile spread on her face as she tapped Courtney, motioning them to look at her, before she had the same smile. Amanda was completely lost, not understanding what was happening. "Your eyes are that same red" Angela smiled softly, cupping her cheek before pressing a short kiss to her lips, then she understood. The pale red was love, undeniable pure love. Amanda smiled brightly. A voice cut in "Hey I know you guys are all lovey and shit but can you not smother the rest of us with it" Spencer grinned as he received glares from the trio before shrugging innocently. Damien punched his shoulder softly, shooting him a look. "Oh I'm sorry yes, queer little creatures, and gay to be certain" he used the previous accent Courtney had heard earlier, before throwing a pillow at him. "It's fine, we'll just go and make out privately" Angela grinned, winking at Amanda. "Wait noo! A chance for a free show, ugh, thanks Spencer" Chanse scoffed, leaving a playful smack on his knee, however Angela was not joking. She stood up, gripping Amanda's wrist and pulling her up, guiding her to the bedroom. 

Angela smiled, pulling Amanda into a bruising kiss, her hands firmly on her hips. "You love me huh?" Amanda rolled her eyes, pulling their bodies flush, dark red mixing into her irises. "Yes, I do, and if you keep using that playful tone with me, I don't care who's here, I'm going to fuck you, hard." Angela swallowed thickly, contemplating the options, before she smiles, her hand slowly sliding up Amanda's chest, firmly gripping her throat with a squeeze. "Oh baby, who made you think you were in charge here?" She grinned as Amanda swallowed against her hand, being guided to the bed. She groaned, pressing her lips against her jaw, her body lying flush onto her lovers. "If you thought you'd always be in control, you were so wrong my love, I can see how pent up and needy you are, and I'd love to give that to you" her free hand slid lower, playing with the waistband of her sleep shorts, enjoying Amanda's breath catching. Angela let out a teasing moan, her hand dipping under the waistband, her finger hovering over her clit, adding direct pressure to make Amanda jerk forward, before removing her hand and sucking her finger, releasing it with a pop. "But not right now, we have guests over" she smirked before getting up, leaving the room with a confident glide, leaving Amanda to feel how desperate she truly is right now. She huffed, fixing her shorts and shirt, before heading into the main room, trying to keep her composure. 

That all left when she saw Angela was now shirtless, laughing as Courtney looks mortified. "No I'm so sorry I didn't mean to spill my drink, oh god this is horrible, here uh let me get a towel" she stammered, shooting up from her seat. Angela stopped them, motioning to sit back down with a smile. "Hey, it's okay I still have a bra on, if none of you guys give a shit, I'll just sit here because I don't usually get to show skin with you know, the sun" the others shrugged, not giving a shit, but Amanda gave a shit. How was she supposed to focus when her girlfriend is shirtless, even with a sports bra on, her composure and restrain were slipping fast. She sat down gingerly, trying with all her might to not look at Angela, the small muscles flexing, her tan skin glowing against the lamp. Whoever was above either loved her, or just completely hated her for this. She was totally not looking at her girlfriend. Not even when Courtney laughed, tapping her knee. "You are completely staring" her eyes shot up, blinking quickly. "What? No I'm not" Angela laughed, her hand sliding up and down the older woman's thigh. "Don't stare too hard, we still have a hangout tonight, Mandy"

Amanda swallowed thickly, turning her gaze to the very interesting floor. "Hey Angela, we kind of want to show you the bar before, so you can get used to it more, do you think we could head out for a bit?" Chanse smiled before adding "But, Amanda can't come, cause we have shit to tell you that may or may not be embarrassing for her to hear" She groaned, beginning to protest. "We promise it won't be too embarrassing, but you have to stay here" Arasha added. Angela nodded "I'll go put on a shirt, and then we can go"

Angela slipped on a white long sleeved shirt, slipping on her beat up white sneakers. After she stepped out, she gave Amanda a kiss, ignoring the over exaggerated frown she had, letting the group drag her out of the dorm. Courtney stayed by her side, their fingers interlaced as they exit the university, heading towards the forgotten bar. 

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As they walked, Angela felt her phone buzz, subconsciously, she took it out of her pocket, seeing a message from Amanda. She smiled, opening the message, completely taken aback by the contents of the message. She didn't notice Courtney looking at her, until she heard a gasp followed by a laugh. Angela physically stuttered, taking all willpower to not throw her phone, stuffing it back into her pocket. "Well, you give her the dorm alone, and you get interesting pictures from it" Courtney joked, connecting their shoulder against hers lightly. Angela's brain had shut down, the walk suddenly became a regret, and she wished she would've stayed home. "What do I- what do I even respond with.. How-" the fairy stifled another laugh. "Usually you respond with a picture of your own, but seeing as we're in public, probably just a flirty text" she grinned, encouraging Angela to look at that picture again. Amanda was just in a lace bra and a pair of her boxers, the angle provocative and made her feel no better than a man. The message below it was excruciatingly teasing. Angela groaned, her phone pressed to her chest in hope of calming down.

After some breaths, and a close call by her almost stepping off the sidewalk, she typed a quick, but flirty text, before practically throwing her phone back into her pocket.

From Mandy:

[Image]

If you stayed home, you could've had this

From Angel:

And what exactly would I be missing, gorgeous?

She cringed, overthinking the message. She had never done something like that over the phone, she felt so inexperienced. She positioned her cap downward, attempting to hide her face from Courtney. Praying that it was a good enough text, but she also hoped it was bad so Amanda wouldn't continue. She loved the teasing, but she preferred to be in person, she was horrible at being flirty over a phone. Courtney squeezed her hand. "I'm your wingwoman, but also don't worry, I can see it radiating, I'm sure she'll love whatever you say" and she did

From Mandy:

[Image]

How bad I need you, how bad I'm desperate for you to fuck me

From Angel:

Jesus Christ, baby I'm in public, with our friends

From Mandy:

[Video]

Sounds off, you know it gets me off to think about you trying to keep yourself together in front of people

Angela's breath nearly stopped, again. The photo had been of Amanda, who had discarded the bra, her hand distinctly in the boxers. The video was even worse, the boxers gone, clearly able to see her fingers drawing tight circles on her clit, her thighs trembling slightly, her legs spread on her bed. Courtney had made sure to not look at her phone again, even as Angela accidentally dug her nails into their hand. "I need a minute" she gasped out, her brain was fuzzy with how depraved this entire thing was, and it was doing wonders to her. Her legs began to shake as she stopped, Courtney stopping with her. "Hey guys you keep going, Angela's gotta use the bathroom, we'll meet you there." She looked at Angela with a knowing smile, nodding. "I need to just take a minute to calm down, maybe the bookstore?" Courtney agreed "Yeah, your eyes are completely red, so don't look at anyone on the way to the bathroom"

Courtney and Angela headed into the nearby store, it was a sage green on the inside, small fake leaves and vines stuck to the wall, accompanied by paintings of nature and beautiful scenery, shelves full of books lined the moderately sized store. Angela booked it to the bathroom, barely looking up.

She took a deep breath, closing the door behind her and locking it, looking in the mirror to see just how red they were. Amanda made her feel like a teenager going through puberty, she had never really wanted sex or needed it, until she met Amanda. She was so good at unraveling Angela that it frustrated her. She let out a groan, staring at her phone, she couldn't figure out what to say. Instead, she slid off the long sleeve shirt, thankful that the bathroom was relatively clean, and draped it over the sink, slipping the sports bra off as well. Angela struggled to find a good enough angle, before taking the picture with a sigh, and sent it.

From Angel:

[Image]

To help you<3

From Mandy:

Are you alone?

From Angel:

Yes, in a bookstore bathroom

From Mandy:

[Video]

Don't play it too loud, babydoll

Angela visibly swallowed, playing the video. Amanda had the dildo used the other night, fucking herself at a slow pace, her breaths and whimpers being picked up, before she snaps it into her, moaning a sinful 'Angela' speeding up right as the video ended. She groaned,  her thighs pressed together in a desperate attempt to relieve the coil burning low. Realizing she couldn't get the friction she needed, Angela unbuttoned her jeans, figuring she'd go for a couple minutes, just enough to relieve some of the ache she had, when her phone flashed, Amanda was calling her. She hoped the bathroom walls were thick enough for people outside to not hear.

She picked up, a cut off whimper from the other line. "Hey babydoll, bad time?" Amanda's camera turned on, revealing her bare body, her nipples were hard, her hand stilled the silicon. "Well it wouldn't be a bad time, if you didn't do this while I was in public" Angela groaned out, propping her phone up on her clothes, her pants unzipped and slightly pushed down as she leaned against the cool tile of the wall. Amanda's legs shook slightly "well, I figured it was only fair after what you did earlier, plus you look so fucking hot all bothered and touching yourself when someone could hear" her hand began to pump the cock in and out again, whimpers falling from her lips. "I just couldn't help myself, not when I have you looking like that from afar" a moan grumbled in Angela's throat, as her hand disappeared underneath her boxers, rubbing tight circles on her clit. She told herself to only go for a bit, enough to stop the ache. "Angela, fuck. You're so pretty when you touch yourself for me darling." She let out a choked moan, pushing her jeans further down, accidentally moving her boxers down partially, getting more access to her clit as she increased her speed. "You're so mean, turning me on in public all because I riled you up earlier, I wish I could be there, I would fuck you so much better than you could yourself." She groaned, pushing her boxers down fully, teasing her entrance before pushing a finger in, curling it. "I know you could, that's why I had to text you, to relieve the ache I feel and give it back to you" Amanda grins before blowing a kiss and ending the call. Angela paused, mouth agape in disbelief before letting out a groan and retracting her fingers, pulling her jeans up and washing her hands before stepping out of the bathroom, finding a pleased Courtney waiting for her.

"Feeling better?" They smiled, interlocking arms with her. "Not at all, she ended the call after getting me as hot and bothered as I left her earlier. Now I'm stuck like this, but I'll survive" she groaned, heading towards the store's entrance to catch up with the others.

Shayne and Arasha were in deep conversation when the duo caught up, unintentionally scaring them as Courtney went to hold Shayne's hand. He didn't know who it was so instinctively his hand retracted. "I have a girlfri- oh it's my girlfriend!" His face turned a deep pink as he placed his hand in theirs, mouthing 'sorry' to the fairy. Angela came up on the other side of Arasha, flashing a small smile before wincing, the sun catching her face for a second due to it setting. Arasha caught her eye, immediately filling with worry before using her height to shield Angela, whistling over to Chanse. He paused his step and waited for her to walk with him. "I need you to very discreetly give Angela some of your blood, the sun caught her face since it's setting" Chanse, wearing a hoodie that covered part of his face let out a small smile, pressing his thumb against his fang before sidestepping to Angela.

"Girl you have something on your face, let me get it." He pressed his thumb against her lips, pretending to try and wipe something off her face, a facade to strangers. She let the blood trickle into her mouth before nodding at Chanse, the small burn on her face healing before it faded completely. "Thank you" she whispered, wrapping an arm around the man, keeping in step with him. "Thank fuck you're gay, otherwise I don't think your short ass could keep up with my steps" he jabbed jokingly, his arm draped around her shoulders.

The walk felt so long before they approached the bar, striding to the back as Arasha whispered something, the back door unlocks, the others following suit into the building. Angela looked at the bar, taking in the tacky local band posters and roommate leasings posted on the corkscrew board. The bar tables moved to the wall as twelve chairs sat in a disorganized circle. It looked like a support group layout that made Angela let out a small laugh. She looked at the bar that still had some alcohol, but also contained some creature-esque mixtures. Courtney smiled as she walked next to the shorter woman. "Fairies have a certain substance that is like alcohol for them, since normal alcohol doesn't affect us" they tap one of the chairs, the others slowly sitting. As if on queue, Tommy and Trevor step out of the storage room, taking a seat.

Angela took a deep breath, gathering courage and decides to not sit next to Courtney, or Arasha, but next to Tommy. Trevor smiles, sitting on the other side of Angela. "I'm glad they didn't scare you off quickly, been a while since we had someone to get to know" he lightly knocked his shoulder against hers, her cheeks heat up as she reciprocated the smile. "I'm glad they didn't scare me off either, my only friend has been Damien until everything that happened. You guys are cool"

Ian cleared his throat, Anthony by his side, when did they even get here. "Are we hazing the newcomer or something, the text was very cryptic" Damien laughed, adjusting his shirt. "Or something. We're gonna share embarrassing stories of us, be vulnerable and let her be more comfortable with you guys. We knew Amanda would fight the stories of her so much, so she's still at our dorm" Shayne put his hand to his chest, acting offended. "Vulnerable? Cringe" earning a smack on his knee from Courtney.

Chanse smirked. "I have one, remember whenever Amanda came out of her room with no top after having a one night stand absolutely plastered and unknowingly of the lack of cover" Courtney barked out a laugh. "Dude she was so lost on why we wouldn't look at her, we couldn't even tell her because it was too funny" Angela let out a quiet laugh, picking at her nail beds. Tommy placed a hand, lightly rubbing her back before he leaned in. "Don't worry, you're nothing like a one night stand, I've never seen her so in love like she is with you, or at all really" as if Tommy could sense how Angela was feeling, she let out a relieved sigh, smiling at him. "Thank you" he nodded before leaning back into his chair.

"Remember whenever Chanse fumbled a very hot elf because he would not stop talking about x-men their entire date" Arasha smiled at the man, earning a glare from him. "It's not my fault he can't handle my interests, if anything he fumbled the bag, I'm too hot for a man who doesn't enjoy me talking" Damien let out a huff "He just wanted to get into your pants, not actually know you" he added, a disgusted look on his face, but not aimed at the man. "How about the time Trevor walked in on Shayne and Courtney, that was hilarious" Spencer leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. Trevor turned towards him "No, it was horrifying!" He exclaimed, earning laughs from the rest of the group. "Wait so, how long have you guys known each other?" Angela looked around at the group. "Anthony and I met in sixth grade, so over two decades now" Ian smiled, holding his boyfriend's hand. "And Spencer, Shayne and I have known each other around a decade, Damien's known Shayne longer than I have." Damien gave a sheepish smile to a glaring Angela. "Tommy and I have known each other for a couple years, and he met Trevor in the corner of a gay bar his ex friends dragged him to, he could see a straight in despair. And then I met Arasha the same night dropping ass on the dance floor for no reason, so as a gay it was necessary to dance with her, though she almost punched me until she saw I was physically exuding gayness" Arasha shook her head at Chanse.

"Oh so a man deciding he wants to do something without consulting the others involved, typical" Angela blurted out before she covered her mouth, her cheeks burning, the words falling from her mouth before she could control it. The group burst out laughing, Tommy giving Angela a side hug. "Absolutely amazing, you fit in perfectly" she smiled in a way that was similar to child-like joy. Her phone started buzzing erratically, as she pulls it out her smile remained on her face, she answered. "Hey baby" Amanda lets out a giggle on the other side "Hey angel, the sun's set, am I allowed to come over yet?" Angela looks at the group "Can Amanda come over now?" Ian nods, a dumb grin plastered on Courtney's face. "Yes, tell your love bird she can head on over" she glares before clearing her throat. "Yeah, you can come over now, love" Shayne lets out a low whistle. "Quickly, before I throw something at Shayne's head" Amanda nods in approval before hanging up.

Angela's knee bounces anxiously, the social courage fading quickly. She hates how high her highs can be, followed by lows once her mind continues to run. Chanse quirks an eyebrow at her, before beckoning her over. "Break your skin with your fang. If we mix our blood together, we can sense each other and essentially read each other's mind, and calm each other. I know how hard it is to not overthink once you're around people you're still familiar with, I can help." He let a soft smile creep on his face before pressing his thumb to his fang. "It only works if both parties want the connection to happen, so it's your decision" Angela contemplates silently before pressing her own thumb to her fang, letting the blood coat her fang before offering it to the younger man. He presses their thumbs together, both of their eyes flashing a bright red before Chanse nods, separating their thumbs. He stares deeply at Angela, the worrying thoughts slowly fading into nothingness. 'See? Very easy' he spoke, but not aloud, through their minds. Angela gasps softly, focusing on Chanse. 'Can you hear me?' He nods, patting her knee softly.

Angela goes to sit back down in her seat, fixing her long sleeve shirt as the back door opens softly. 'I can only talk and read your mind if I focus on you, and vice versa, so it won't be at all times if you're worried about that' she turns, looking at Chanse and nodding. Trevor moves over a chair, allowing Amanda to sit next to her. She smiles softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek, Angela's cheeks turning pink. "We can finish what we started later, I know you're all pent up" she whispered, the younger woman tried to take a deep breath. 'Remind me to never read your mind while you're around Amanda, Jesus Christ' Angela glares at the younger man, finding a bottle cap on the floor and chucking it at him. He gasped dramatically before winking at Amanda. The older woman cocked her head to the side, looking between the two vampires with an intrigued look.

"I say we drink and play truth or dare like stupid teenagers" Courtney stood up, heading behind the bar, Tommy sighed, grabbing something from his pocket. "I can only drink after I smoke" starting to head for the back door, Angela tapped his side. "Could I join?" He gasped excitedly and nodded. "Oh my god you guys brought another stoner into the group, it's been so boring to smoke by myself, Ian made Anthony cut back on his smoking" Amanda let out a small laugh, running her fingers through her girlfriend's hair. "Go have fun, I'll see you in a bit" Angela perked up, following Tommy outside.

Tommy smiled at the vampire before sparking the lighter against the joint, taking quick puffs to ensure it was lit before taking a long drag. He passed it to Angela as he exhaled. "So, you bagged hot mommy vampire. How does that feel?" She nearly choked on the smoke as she stared at him. "Hot mommy vampire?" She laughed, handing the joint back. "Uh, yeah! She's hot, a vampire, and if you don't call her mommy you're doing yourself a disservice. She's not a mother, but she's definitely mommy" he took another long hit, passing it back. She nodded "fair enough. It feels amazing, she's amazing. Caring and loving while being breathtakingly hot, she feels like someone I was always meant to meet, you know?" She takes a longer drag, her shoulders visibly relaxing. Holding the smoke in longer than usual, she exhaled, letting out a small cough as she handed it back to Tommy. "Hey don't kid yourself, you're just as hot. I love when hot people date each other, it's always horrible to see a hot person with someone ugly" Angela laughed, mixing with a cough.

In the bar, Amanda mixes her own drink, which was unnecessarily strong. Arasha winces at the contents of the drink. "I meant to ask you earlier, Angela looked really upset back at the dorms when you were asleep, do you know what happened?" The taller woman grimaced, taking a sip of her drink. "She had a dream, like a really bad dream. She was crying in her sleep, and said my name like I was the reason she was crying. That's why I looked so bad when you guys were there, I wasn't able to sleep until my body was too exhausted to be awake" she frowns before taking another drink, Arasha gave her a hug. "It was just a nightmare, not reality. You love each other, it's going to be okay" Amanda nodded, before downing the rest of the drink. "Are we getting drunk to play, or just buzzed?" Courtney grinned before shrugging. "I say drunk, you're more open to the dares and that'll be fun" Shayne nods absentmindedly, sipping on a barely alcoholic drink. Amanda cleared her throat before pouring shots, downing them quickly, beginning to pour shots for the rest of the group.

Courtney grunted at the special shot Amanda had poured for her and Arasha. "What did you do to the mixture? This is strong" Amanda smiled. "It's the original mixture with some 'fairy vodka' Spencer had gotten for you guys, gave it to me since I know how to bartend" Courtney coughed again, followed by a burp. "Are we playing truth or dare, or an alcohol poisoning race?" They joked, downing the second shot Amanda had given her. "I figured the faster we get drunk, the faster we can start playing" Chanse coughed before walking up. "Angela is extremely stoned, I can almost feel it" she shot Chanse a look. "You did the blood and mind connection with her, didn't you" he smiled and nodded. "I could tell she was freaking out about trying to fit in, so I connected with her to help calm her mind, just being a good friend" earning him another glare from the older woman. "You know damn well to do that connection you have to be more than mere friends. You care about her and it's obvious if you were able to connect that easily." He groaned and downed a shot "So what? She's like my twin in a way, and I'm not easy to even be friends, let alone close enough to connect as easily as we did"

Amanda smiled, messing with an empty glass. "I'm glad you guys like her, I was afraid you guys wouldn't mesh well" she admitted. "Are you kidding? She's like a missing piece we didn't even know we were missing. You should've heard her earlier, Chanse talked about how he met Arasha and she made the quickest remark at him and it was hilarious, she didn't even know she was saying something that was so funny. Angela truly is a personality and person we needed here" Amanda smiled bashfully, before putting the shots on a tray. "Okay enough sappy shit, let's drink" Chanse walks over with the tray, letting the group grab theirs before sitting down. 

Tommy lets out a cough as he walks back in, taking his original seat. “Where’s Ang?” Courtney cocked their head, looking towards the back door that’s now closed. “She’s finishing the joint, I was stoned enough, but she seems to have a stronger tolerance than me” He laughs, taking the elven shot Amanda had prepared for him. Chanse furrowed his eyebrows, heading towards the back door and opening it, stepping out. He looked around for a second before seeing Angela sitting on the ground, very stoned. “What are you doing?” He asked, crouching down next to her. “I thought it just wasn’t strong sh-it, but I seemed to be wrong” She spoke softly and broken, as if speaking was difficult. Chanse clicked his tongue before helping her stand up. “Elven weed catches you off guard like that, it’s potent and all at once, we have a little couch in the back, I’m gonna set you down there and let you sober up, so no truth or dare for you” Angela pouted, stumbling through her steps. “What? Noo why not? I wanted to play” Chanse shook his head, opening the door and walking through it, practically dragging the woman behind him.

“Tommy, you know how your weed works, why did you let her finish the joint, she’s blasted out of her mind” The elf sucked in a breath through his teeth, looking guilty. “I honestly forgot, I’m so used to it that I didn’t remember that, is she okay?” He nodded, but the nod wasn’t enough for Amanda, she shot out of her chair, holding Angela up on her own as she shooed Chanse away to go drink. “I promise, I have her, go drink and play” She helped her lover to the couch, Angela giggling as Amanda sat her down. “My girlfriend is so pretty, I love you” The older woman smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I love you too, why don’t you relax here while I get you some red” She let out a whine, pulling her closer. “No, don’t leave, what if you don’t come back” Amanda raised an eyebrow in concern, seeing Angela’s emotions quickly dampen, the laughs and smiles ceasing. “I’m not going to leave forever, never would that pass through my mind. I just want to get something in your system.” As if a switch shut off the sad emotions, Angela smiled again. “Okay!”

The quick switch of emotions concerned Amanda, but she chalked it up to the effects of cannabis. She quickly grabbed a bag of blood, pouring it into a glass, before heading back to Angela, handing the glass to her. “Here you go, Angel” The younger woman smiled, taking a small sip. Amanda reciprocated the smile, sitting next to her and letting her head fall back, feeling a sudden tiredness. She welcomed the sleep, still tired from staying up for so long. For being a vampire, she had a very human sleep schedule. Her eyes closed, drifting to sleep, the warmth of her girlfriend accelerating the comforting sleep.

Amanda’s eyes shot open as Chanse shakes her awake softly. “Hey, it’s almost sunrise, we should head home” She looks around, the absence of her girlfriend being noticed immediately. “Where’s Angela?” She stood up as Chanse shrugged. “She said she didn’t want to wake you, but she was going to turn in early, but she got out of here quick, I can’t sense her anymore. She mentioned being pretty tired. Truth or dare was insane by the way, at some point Tommy ended up pantless from a dare” She laughed, looking over to a passed out Trevor. “Things got crazy huh? Also sorry I fell asleep, I guess I was tired. I’ll sleep at the apartment today, so I don’t wake up Angela” Amanda grabbed her belongings, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes. “Also I meant to ask you, after their school year ends, do you want to ask Angela and Damien to move in? We still have that spare bedroom that Damien could use” Chanse smiled, opening the door for her. “Let’s be honest here babe, he won’t be sleeping in there and we all know that” He gasped, placing his hand on his chest “Girl I have no clue what you’re talking about” Amanda shot him a look before shaking her head with a laugh. They begin their walk to the apartment, the sky a dark purple, soft blues and oranges coloring the horizon as they rush to beat the sunrise.

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***Graphic Mention

Angela stared at the moss covered brick wall, grimacing as her fingernails dig into her palms. She hated the way her mood seemed to never stay positive, and neither did her mind. She sat underneath an awning connecting two abandoned buildings, she hated lying to her newfound friends and eventually, her girlfriend. She never went home, nor did she go to sleep, but she snuck in through her window and locked her door, so that Damien wouldn’t walk into an empty room and become worried. Angela sighed, glancing at the objects next to her, she thought that having more friends and a girlfriend who all cared about her would help these thoughts that she had. She picked up the razor, her thumb rubbing over the sharp edge, wincing slightly as it cut into her, a drop of blood sliding down her thumb. Her old scars had faded since she was turned, and as much as she thought that she would be thankful, the urge had doubled, in a way that was almost impossible to resist. She had tried to ignore them, constantly surrounding herself around others, but to no avail. Angela gripped the razor harder, the edge now digging into her thumb, blood leaking down her thumb to her hand. She tried to think about her friends, Amanda, anything to help curb the thoughts, the last attempt to stop what she was doing, but the more the sharp edge dug into her thumb, the more she craved it. 

Angela pulled the blade away from her thumb, before positioning it over her forearm. She took a deep breath, wincing as the blade dug into her skin, she slowly drug the blade down her arm, watching the blood drip off her arm onto the dust and dirt covered concrete below her. She hated resorting to this, but she also missed the sting she felt, burning into her skin, it seemed to quiet the thoughts over time. Angela removed the blade, repeating the same action a couple of times, her eyes heavy with dissociation as she continued. She set down the blade, watching the blood drip consistently, her mind buzzed statically. Slumping back onto the wall, the awning and old dumpster shielded her from the public. Her lids grew heavy, exhaustion taking over. The blood would stop on its own, so she could sleep without needing to bandage it. She let her eyes close, drifting to sleep.

***

Amanda and Chanse looked around the streets panically, a couple hours ago Damien had called them, Angela was nowhere to be found in her room. He hadn’t heard from her for hours, the first few hours he had chalked up to her still being asleep, but after noon had passed, he grew more concerned, knocking harder on the door, until he resorted to taking it off the hinges, where he saw that she was not in her room, in fact it had looked untouched since Amanda had last slept in it. By the time he had called Amanda, the sun was already mostly set. He asked her if maybe Angela had crashed at their place, when that was confirmed to not be true, he told her that she hadn’t been back since last night, and purposely locked the door to make it seem like she was. The door being locked never concerned Damien, as she would always lock her door before going to sleep, just as a safety precaution which was normal when you lived in a dorm.

Amanda felt worry hit the pit of her stomach hard, that feeling of dread creeping its way back in, crushing her lungs. She shook Chanse awake, the worry obvious on her face. “Angela never went home, she’s been gone all day. We have to go find her” Chanse looked up at the woman, concern for his friends filling his chest. “Could she have maybe crashed somewhere else? Another friend’s or something?” Amanda shook her head, attempting to stay calm and level headed, even as every fiber of her being refused to. “We have to go look for her, the sun is already down, so it’ll be easier to find her.” He nodded, standing up. “I hate the proximity powers we have, the only way they’ll be useful is if we get close enough to where she is” Amanda groaned, nodding before grabbing a jacket and heading out the door, Chanse following close behind. 

The sun was completely gone, the moon and stars shining wrongly down on the empty streets. Amanda and Chanse had been searching for a couple hours now, fear and panic thriving in their bodies. They had started searching alleys and shadowed places, preparing for the worst, to find the ash remains of her body, cementing the fact that her lover was forever gone. She wished the connection didn’t matter on distance, that she could always feel her love, her angel. Their hope was quickly diminishing, even with the inner pep talks and reassurance, they should’ve found her by now. They both seemed to have sensed it at the same time, a flicker of Angela, but as soon as they felt it, as soon as it dissipated. Chanse stopped, and took a step back before looking at Amanda. “She’s somewhere this way” She looked back at him, tears pricking in a sense of relief. They continue down a narrow walkway, the concrete cracked, weeds growing from it. Amanda looked around, feeling that pull grow stronger. She turned onto more broken cement, a rotten and shoddy wooden awning bridged between two brick buildings, obviously left to nature as moss and vines invaded the brick, covering most of it. Her pace quickened as she saw a leg peering from a rusted dumpster, calling for Chanse.

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Her relief was short lived as she ran to her lover, she wasn’t gone, but the pooled blood surrounding Angela made her heart palpitate. Amanda dropped to her knees, pulling Angela into her lap as she gently shook her, wanting her to wake. “Angel, hey, Angela, baby can you wake up for me please.” Tears began to stream down her face as she saw the source of the blood, the discarded razor laying nearby. Chanse stood nearby, grief filling his chest. He slipped off his shirt, wrapping it around Angela’s arm, it was night anyways so the bare skin didn’t bother him. He kneeled next to the unconscious vampire, waiting for her eyes to open. Amanda caressed her face, pressing a kiss to her temple, her lips wet with tears. “Angela, please wake up, look at me” 

***

Angela groaned, her eyes barely opening, letting out a wince as fabric brushed against her arm. “Wh- Amanda?”  She asked groggily, her eyes felt like every ounce of moisture had left them, they were most definitely still puffy from the tears that poured out from her earlier. “Angela, thank god.” Amanda had managed to choke out, she didn’t know why she felt like this, she was obviously alive, but guilt had taken over. “What.. How did you find me?” She looked around, locking eyes with Chanse before sitting up quickly, pressing her back straight against the mossy brick. “Damien said you hadn’t come home, and then we walked around until we could sense you again. Do you want to talk about it?” Amanda made sure to appear and sound calm, not wanting to guilt Angela in any way. She stared at the brick parallel to her, almost refusing to make eye contact with either of them. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to alarm anyone. I just needed to do this” Amanda took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm as her hand softly grabbed Angela’s, her girlfriend finally making eye contact with her. She could see the pain and guilt in her eyes, the tears newly forming confirming that. “Don’t feel guilty, we just want to help. Do you want to talk about it?”

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“I thought maybe with my old scars faded from being turned, the urges would stop and I could recover, but it made it worse instead. I’ve dealt with it since I was fifteen, it just got to a peak last night and I couldn’t handle it anymore” Amanda frowned, pressing a kiss to Angela’s hand, pressing it to her own face. “If you need help with recovering, we can do whatever you need to do to get better. I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs, I promise, I will be here for you through this” Angela smiled for the first time since they found her, and it didn’t fail to warm Amanda’s heart. How could anyone hate that smile, it lit up everything around it. She tilted her head to the side before grabbing Amanda’s hand, specifically her thumb. “Do you think I could-” “Yes” she cut her off, already knowing the question. Angela’s fang pressed into her thumb with barely any effort, as if to avoid hurting her. “You don’t need to be careful, it barely hurts when you do that” She smiled almost shyly, her fang digging into the skin until it broke it, blood trickling out onto her tongue. “I bet you’re hungry too, huh? You haven’t eaten since last night” Angela nodded, the taller woman’s thumb still in her mouth. “Drink what you need to, to heal and to curb your hunger until we can get home” 

***

Angela stood up, looking at the new healing scars, guilt lingering in her chest, she felt as if she needed to beg for forgiveness, to be disciplined like a bad dog for what she had done. ‘There’s nothing to forgive, you didn’t do anything wrong’ She looked at Chanse, seeing him look back directly at her with a knowing look. Amanda stretched out a hand, Angela taking it, her hand slipping comfortably into hers. 

As they begin to walk back, Amanda pulls out her phone, calling Damien. “Hey, yes we did, yes she’s okay. We’re on our way over now, could you get some blood ready? No, for her to drink, yes, okay. We’ll be home soon, thank you.” Angela furrowed her eyebrows, confused. “Home? Like the dorms?” She looked over to the woman, a small smile grew on her face. “No, as in home, where you and Damien will be moving in with us, after or before the year is over. That is, if you wanted? We had an extra room that Damien could take, or you could, if you wanted your own room-” Angela’s giggling cut off Amanda, confusion now taking over her own face. “I would love to move in with you guys, I hate the dorms anyways. Damien can have the spare bedroom” Warmth bloomed inside Amanda, happiness. “Tonight you’re going to sleep over, just so I know you’re okay, and then tomorrow night you can pack up your belongings and bring them over. Damien is already aware and also agreed, in fact his stuff is already over at the apartment.” Angela nodded, the energy from her is back, her steps having some jump in them, swinging the interlocked hands like a kid.

As they approach the apartment complex, Chanse punched in the code, opening the door for the two women, heading for the elevator. They waited for the elevator to reach their floor, Angela’s excitement radiating from her, but also exhaustion. They walked to their door, unlocking it and walking in, letting Angela take in the spacious apartment. “This is so much better than the dorms, like so much better” Amanda laughed, squeezing her hand. “I wholeheartedly agree, as much as I love being with you and sleeping in your bed, I missed my room, which is now gonna be our room” She flashed a smile at the shorter woman, her features softening as she saw tears prick her eye, glossing her eyes, a huge smile on her face. “We all love spending time with you, and I can’t wait to have you everyday in my bed, wearing my clothes and watching the same true crime shows I do” If Angela’s smile could get any wider, it would’ve. “I brought some of your clothes and toiletries until we can pack up the rest of your stuff” Damien chimed in, emerging from his new room. “I know it’s quick, but I really hated the dorm, and I know you did too” He placed a complete change of clothes, a black tank top, bra, underwear, and a choice of black biker shorts, or sleep pants with the wicked logo printed over them. Angela nodded, handing them to Amanda, before she outstretched her arms, wordlessly asking for consent to hug. Damien smiled, wrapping his arms around her, rubbing her back in small circles. 

“You are so important, do you know that?” He asked quietly.

“I do now.” She whispered quietly.