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It’s not her perfume that makes her head spin. It’s her scent.
And perhaps one might argue that the perfume is part of the scent but it’s not, really. It’s a flourish - a delectable one perhaps, but a garnish nonetheless and what makes the perfume notable in the first place is the way it tangles into her scent.
Its allure triggers a deep-seated, intoxicating obsession that clutches at her mind and she is caught between the human instinct to run and a vampire’s instinct to chase.
“Elsa?”
She hears the blood flowing in Anna’s veins at an accelerated rate, her heart’s left ventricle contracting with such power that the blood hitting the walls of the chamber resonates with the rhythm of a galloping horse.
Thankfully vampires don’t sweat, nor do they blush, because she’d be doing both in abundance. Unfortunately, it did not stop her head from swimming nauseatingly as she grappled with the desire to feed.
“Elsa, your eyes are…”
This seemed to finally be enough for her to snap her thoughts away from the sounds and scent of life dancing inside of Anna with the promise of a paradise lost. She blinked in rapid succession a couple of times, her piercing, icy gaze locking with that of her sister.
“I’m sorry, was I making a weird face?”
Anna took a step closer to her, and she felt warm knuckles brush against her cheek in a gesture she knew was meant to be reassuring, but that she had to use every ounce of self control in her body not to react to as though it were a firebrand. The electrifying sensation while not entirely unexpected in of itself was far more overwhelming than she could have ever imagined.
“No it’s just… are you okay? You seem a little… hungry.”
Elsa froze but said nothing, her features remaining impassible and seemingly smooth (or so she hoped) with the hint of an edge. She couldn’t let Anna think for even a fraction of a millisecond that she didn’t have complete and total self-control. Hunger here implied weakness and if her eyes had betrayed that without her realizing it, she was in trouble.
She shook her head and turned around. The last thing she wanted was for Anna to have a reason to fear her. And unfortunately, because she could hear her heartbeat she could tell her baby sister was already nervous.
“I’m quite alright. I don’t get hungry. ”
Her lower lip quaked when she felt fingertips brush against her skin, slender fingers wrapping around her wrist. She tried to ignore the sound of rushing blood and closed her eyes for a minute before Anna spoke.
“Okay so, thirsty if you want to get technical.”
She didn’t.
At least not here, not now, not with her.
“It’s a good thing we are going to a place that serves cold beverages then. Would be rude not to give them our patronage.”
Anna hadn’t released her hold on her and Elsa hadn’t dared wrest her hand out of it but without glancing back at her sister, quickly found the words to move things along.
“Now the sooner we put our jackets on, the faster we can get to said watering hole.”
A smile tugged at her lips when she heard Anna chuckle at that although she didn’t know what to make of the sigh that followed. Fingers loosened their hold and Elsa, without looking back, completed her initial trajectory towards the coat hanger where her navy blue leather moto jacket was perched.
She pulled it on, flipping her long platinum hair out from underneath it, then glancing at herself in the entrance mirror, considering her image for a moment and wondering if she was in fact ready to go like this. Anna wordlessly joined her side tilting her head as she studied her own image. Elsa remained quiet, checking for her keys off the hook and sliding her phone into the inner pocket of her jacket. When she glanced back up her eyes went dark with want as they landed on the nape of Anna’s neck, delicately revealed by the high set up-do she apparently chose, leaving only the front segments of her lush, wavy auburn hair framing her freckled face. Her body hummed with anticipation every muscle twitching for her to vamp out and pin Anna to the mirror so she could bite into the soft, inviting skin and taste the nectar that beckoned within the delicate sight wrapped in that maddening fragrance.
Her breath caught in her throat as what was left of her sanity, her humanity, begged her to get a grip and remember that Anna was her sister and therefore the last person on Earth she wanted to feed from.
She blinked and turned around reaching for the door, before she could be caught staring, consumed by hauntingly forbidden thoughts.
“Our Uber’ll be here in like five minutes,” she muttered, stepping outside without bothering to get an acknowledgement that she was heard.
A fog lifted from her mind as the cold air dissipated the shroud of warmth from the house, and the heels of her boots settled into a rhythm as she walked down the side of the street, going around the block to the meeting point she’d set for the car. Not that there was really any reason for her to still do this, as any low-life who would dare come into their home uninvited would be torn to shreds by her.
But certain habits remained, and her slight paranoia had not died when she had turned. It perhaps had gotten a little worse.
As she stood there, waiting for both Anna and the ride share, glancing at the clock on her phone, she realized that she’d almost been in a haze back inside.
A gust of wind blew strands of hair into her face, and she tucked a strand back behind her ear. It was cold, but her body no longer felt particularly importuned by it.
It hadn’t been a minute yet, she missed the warmth of Anna’s scent.
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As annoying as their driver had been (he insistently referred to himself as their “chauffeur”) his overbearingly talkative, at times one sided, conversational skills had been a grating distraction during the ride from the sweet aroma laced with perfume, coming from Anna’s body radiating warmth. And even though Elsa didn’t once so much as glance at her, when her sister reached to lace their fingers together as they so often had before, she stayed acutely aware that the soft skin of her neck remained exposed. Anna had even chosen a light cream jacket with an open neckline.
Fortunately the constant irritation that the driver provided with his incessant conversation was enough to cut into the intrusive thoughts she was having about her sister (whom she loved and cared about dearly, her human brain constantly felt the need to remind her base instinct), and instead redirect into intrusive thoughts about snapping his neck as he grated her last nerve.
Having to find polite answers to his inane questions was an effective distraction, and for that reason alone she left a 5 star rating once they had arrived at ICE Complex.
As they waited in line, Elsa tried to navigate the complex dichotomy of sensory overload that the crowd provided along with the bustling sounds of downtown streets at night and the music blaring out from the building, the cellphone notifications going off in the pockets of other hopeful patrons waiting to get in. That kind of stimulation could have easily sent her into a meltdown but in this particular moment she welcomed it, especially as Anna reached for her hand again, her wrist brushing against Elsa’s fingertips and thus reminding her once more of the pulse that hummed just beneath the skin.
It bothered and deeply unsettled her (not to mention, embarrassed her) that her mind was so keyed in on Anna, in spite of the fact her rational brain was fully cognizant of the fact she was her sister, and she was frustrated and dismayed by the fact she didn’t understand why her body was responding this way.
She could only conclude that it was best not to go so long between her life-sustaining sessions.
Fortunately for Elsa, they were in the next flight to be ushered in by the bouncer and she tried to stop hyper fixating on the earlier image of Anna back at home in the mirror, putting her hair up to reveal her neck in its entirety, instead slowly starting to scan the other patrons setting out to achieve their stated goals for tonight.
As they stepped into the club and headed for the coat check, music flooded the air around them lending a density to it that seemed to only be achievable in this kind of place. Most people were trying to communicate, leaning into each other and trying to shout over the music. Luckily for Anna her voice could be locked into by Elsa’s super fine hearing at barely the breath of a whisper.
“We should go to the coach check and head up to the second floor which is the club section.”
Elsa nodded in acknowledgement. It was a good plan, clubbing hadn’t exactly been a favourite activity of hers in several years now but she did enjoy dancing once upon a time, and as she soon realized it was the ideal place for a vampire to find an easy drink.
She pulled out her wallet and transferred cash, cards and ID to her phone case, tucking it into the side pocket of her fitted pants that tapered off into heeled ankle boots. What she most definitely did not expect when she looked up to see Anna shrugging off her jacket and unzipping the hoodie she had been wearing around the house before they left was a revealing v-neckline tank top which also had a plunging open back, evident when she had turned around to hand her jacket off to the coatcheck attendant. She’d traded her sneakers for stiletto pumps which dressed up the low-rise skinny jeans and Elsa bodily response confused her on both vampire and human levels, having a hard time acknowledging this was in fact the same baby sister she knew and loved.
There was a devilish gleam in Anna’s eyes when she turned around and Elsa wondered for a moment if they hadn’t made a mistake coming here together because something told her this would not be a quiet night, and she wasn’t sure she could handle whatever wild antics she’d have to corral Anna through if she also had to try and feed.
Not to mention how freaking distracting it was in an already high intensity environment. Heartbeats thrumming in discordance all around her with the promise of a delicious drink, and she couldn’t seem to lock down or focus on any single one of them because her eyes were locked in on the subtly bouncing jugular at the base of her sister’s throat, with the promise of its mirroring carotid artery.
Before she could really regain her composure, Anna took her by the hand excitedly making a beeline for the staircase that would lead them up to the second floor of the complex, the primary club section with the club’s biggest dance floor.
“C’mon, I’m thirsty!”
Oh she was too.
Her eyes were glued to the nape of Anna’s neck and the dusting of freckles on her upper back and again she fought back the urge to simply vamp out, her insides quacking from the parts of her warring over the high octane emotions coursing through her nervous system. She instead tried to tear her gaze away and look around, look up as they began ascending the stairs and she desperately tried to lock in on other people of interests.
After all, Anna had claimed her plan tonight was to “hookup, in order to assist [Elsa] in quenching her thirst”. Elsa figured the faster she found her someone to connect with, the quicker she herself could go sate her hunger.
That being said she did try to remain focused, knowing she shouldn’t get frantic for risk of getting sloppy and drawing unwanted attention to herself.
‘The Dancefloor. Keep your eyes on the prize… no not that one!’ She scolded herself mentally as her eyes drifted briefly to the toned shoulder blades visible thanks to Anna’s choice of accoutrement, before she decided to simply speed her gait up through the sea of bodies as they weaved their way through the crowd and finally spilled out onto the dance floor. It was jam packed, every where her eyes surveyed there were bodies, heartbeats and the sweet aroma of flesh and blood. It was like a buffet of life and the overwhelming choice was paralyzing. She froze for a moment feeling Anna press up against her from behind, wanting to keep moving forward and in her momentum unable to avoid the collision with Elsa’s sudden stop.
Again, suddenly everything else melted away and all her instincts could fixate on was Anna’s scent.
A guy brushed shoulders with her a little too roughly and at this point her senses being on the verge of overdrive her eyes darken and she could feel her fangs drop, ready to rip into him.
She was too stubborn to relinquish her self-control and instead veered left towards the bar. She needed a drink to take the edge of her nerves so that she could think, and plan more clearly.
Anna’s giggle chimed in her ears, likely only heard by her and it worried her to wonder if the giggle was directed at her apparent target locking behaviour towards the bar, or if she somehow knew Elsa was teetering on the edge.
They all but bulldozed their way to the first available bartender and ordered drinks. Elsa ordered three shots of tequila but regarded Anna with suspicion when she declined something alcoholic preferring a mocktail for now. She’d shrugged and looked at her simply stating that she “wanted to make sure you had everything you needed before I got smashed.”
Weird, somewhat patronizing, but also somewhat logical, Elsa supposed.
Be that as it may her mind was buzzing as her hunt drive and prey drive pushed her to give in to her (super)natural born instincts. She wasted no time in tossing back all three shooters one after the other, lips twisting at the taste.
She knew she’d metabolize it quicker and it wasn’t long before her edges felt smoothened and her agitation had died down sufficiently for her to focus and sweep the room for the perfect opportunity.
As far as what her ideal profile looked like, Elsa wasn’t ultra picky but she had certain standards. She did not like feeding on people who were absolutely trashed or crossfaded on multiple substances, unless she intended to be in that state as well (generally not a good idea for her to be!) She by far preferred the experience of feeding on women, the sensuality of it was more potent and clearly pleasurable, but on the other hand she grappled with more guilt and her greatest fear was losing control and accidentally harming an innocent, because they had the misfortune of being too delectable. Her disdain for men was a double edged sword - everything about them was less attractive, less alluring, including their taste and their scent. Plus they tended to get more shitfaced. But while she felt less guilt, she was also more likely not to attach her humanity to them which made her less caring and less considerate of how she treated them.
And as for GNC people, Enby folks and everyone else in between, the individual variation was too great to make generalizations.
Most people had pregamed here and were practically fermenting at this point.
Anna leaned up against her, apparently having been observing her well enough to suggest the logical next step. Her breath tickled Elsa’s earlobe.
“Why don’t we go dance? I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for at the heart of the crowd.”
Shivers ran up and down her spine but all she could do was nod at this point, allowing Anna to take the lead as they forged through the sea of exuberant bodies slowly making their way to the heart of the dance floor, her senses scanning the crowd around them, trying to hone in on the perfect target.
It would prove more difficult than she thought, trying to sort through the different markers she picked up on, and especially with the overwhelming fragrance that shrouded Anna, titillating her in an attempt to monopolize her focus.
The music transitioned to an upbeat yet vaguely tropical song and she tried to loosen her shoulders a little wanting to relax into having fun. Easier said than done when she was practically hangry at this point now. Still, through the coloured fading lights on the dance floor she saw Anna smiling up at her with genuine joy, and a little wink as she held her hand out for her to step into the dance with her. An invitation that Elsa graciously accepted.
Historically, it wasn’t the first time they’d gone out together, or danced together, and had often been each other’s buddy systems. Elsa in particular had always been fiercely protective of her younger sister’s well being, and so it wasn’t necessarily weird for them to be grooving, bopping or touching together like a pair of regular friends on the dance floor. There were times when alcohol got them touchy feely and perhaps dancing closer and in a manner that would have certainly raised eyebrows from those around them if they’d known the nature of their kinship.
However it was the first time they’d gone out together since Elsa had turned… To some degree it started out habitually as they settled into a rhythm, hips swaying in time to the beat blaring from the speakers and Elsa found herself pressing her forehead against Anna’s, as Anna’s arms rester over her shoulders, Elsa’s hands made the way to the small of Anna’s back.
Unlike every time they’d dance together before however, every single cell in her body was set alight by the sensation of warm bare skin against her own perpetually just this side of the cooler end of normal body temperature. Anna’s increased breathing, her elevated heart rate both rang in her ears louder than anything else around her and once again that intoxicating elixir beckoned to her like the call of a relentless siren.
Once again she could feel her fangs unfurl and she knew her eyes had to be darkening. Her grip on Anna tightened for a moment, pulling her a little closer to her, their bodies flush against one another, before alarm bells went off in her mind and she pulled herself back raising her head in a panic, unaware that her true face was exposed at the moment. Very quickly Anna’s hands were cradling her face, bringing them back to close proximity.
“Hey, Elsa… hey… it’s okay. You’re with me.”
Elsa tensed but felt her fangs retract a little and her eyes though imprinted with fear, seemed to regain a normal appearance. She leaned back in a little so that she could be heard through the aggressive thudding of the speakers.
“I… I don’t know if I can do this. I’m having a real time finding anyone… Almost everyone here is shitfaced and I’m really struggling to sort through the crowd and locate the ones who aren’t.”
She relaxed a little as they continued to sway and she felt Anna kiss her forehead before gently guiding her head to the nook of her freaking neck.
“I’m amongst those who aren’t…”
Maybe it was her fault for not being honest with her earlier about what was agitating her in the first place but she was effectively now as close as possible to the place she would have ran to the other end of the earth to avoid.
How was it that there was a room full of writhing bodies, and bloodstreams facilitated by alcohol in highly vascularized arms, legs and necks but the one scent, this one intoxicating fragrance and addictive heartbeat was the only one she could focus on and it happened to be her sister?
Eyes feverish, her mouth parted before she knew it and her fangs grazed the edge of her skin, breaking the surface but not enough to draw blood from her capillaries. She could feel her shiver and heard a slight gasp which seemed to be enough to bring her back from the brink.
“I- I can’t!"
She tried to jerk her head up but Anna held her firm and pressed her body up into her more firmly.
“I want you to. Elsa, I want you to feed on me.”
Though it shocked her to her core like a strike of thunder, her brain had no time to truly process this, her instincts taking over as one hand reached up to support the back of Anna’s head and the other firmly gripped her waist. Anna’s head rolled to the side invitingly as she seemed to react to the sensation of Elsa’s lips on the fine, delicate skin of her neck, exposing it further. She located the point where her pulse bounced against her tongue. She could hear the hitching of Anna’s breath and the hint of a mewl right before she sank her fangs in that sweet spot.
Their bodies shook in unison, Anna gasping out a moan that was all but drowned out by the music to the mere mortals around them, but the concern of being exposed was the furthest thing from either of their minds in that moment, particularly not Elsa’s.
She’d been told her first feed as a vampire would give her a kind of climactic ecstasy that would be hard to top, and that most spent their undead lives chasing a similar experience, some came close but most never did. She’d speculated that maybe it was the reason why most exalted their feeding habits and behaviours over time, to at least derive some sense of pleasure for existing in the first place.
However, Elsa had never tasted anyone like this before, so perfectly fragrant, so intoxicatingly addictive. All else had been ruined for her and she knew right there and then that she would never be satisfied by anything else.
Her eyes closed as she unconsciously rocked her hips into Anna’s her skin crackling with the intense arousal only the most self-actualized of beings could hope to experience. She felt her shudder some more, heard her moaning and panting quietly.
“Mmmh yeah… Fuck, Elsa!”
Her body quivered and quaked with an orgasmic wave of pleasure. She felt Anna’s fingers thread through the strands of her thick blonde gripping her so tightly that her nails dug into her scalp, and her body pressed hotly against hers, with firm determination and were it not for the realization that they were at this point quite literally grinding each other, Elsa would have been dangerously close to losing herself in the feed.
That seemed to be enough for her to force herself to retract her fangs, though not without wantonly licking clean every last drop to have marred the beautiful freckles that blossomed over her collarbone and neck.
Eyes wide with terror she pulled back to find Anna’s chest heaving, her thighs trembling and twitching, eyes heavily lidded with the clouded fever of desire, need and pleasure, she too apparently on the verge of an experience akin to climax.
Stampeding emotions overran her brain as her rational mind caught up with realization everything that had just happened, taking note of all the completely unexpected feelings that left her horrified yet desperate to experience more, and experience it again, again, and again.
She’d enjoyed every single part of this, right down to the erotically charged moaning and dry humping (with dry being used in the loosest sense here). The scent of both their arousals was evident to her and it hung between them like an unabashed banner of depravity.
Elsa looked at the literal goddamn bite marks she’d left on Anna’s neck and panic threatened to take over again.
This was so unbelievably fucked up.
She needed air.
Although running away went against every deeply seated instinct she had to protectively watch over Anna in an environment like this, this time, her legs couldn’t taker her out of there fast enough.
Whatever ounce of self control she had left she used not to simply vamp out and speed out of the complex, but she still made it out the front door as fast as humanly possible.
She stood in front of the club contemplating the anonymous masses of passers-by in the night, unsure of how much time she spent there transfixed by the lights of vehicles as they rushed down the boulevard and the blinking lights of late-night businesses. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone vibrated.
Without hesitation she pulled it out of her pocket and saw the displayed notification for Anna.
Baby Girl: I got our stuff from the coat check. Don’t worry I have a scarf in my purse.
Again, there was a lot to unpack here but Elsa figured she could at least let her know where she was.
Elsa: I’m out front. I’ll get an Uber.
Baby Girl: Be right there!
Anna was smiling at her sheepishly with a dreamy look in her eye when she emerged from the complex and handed Elsa back her things. Her body was practically humming with a febrile joy and Elsa was almost sure that she was on the verge of purring.
The drive home while painfully awkward would at least have her sitting in a position of self control with her having now had a chance to feed and thus feeling replenished. Another benefit would be that at least they’d have a reprieve of silence while she tried making sense of the whirling maelstrom of batshit pandemonium going on in her mind right now.
As they slid into the Prius that ranged up with the corresponding description for their ride, Elsa realized that the closer they got to home, the sooner she’d need to choose how to address it… unless… she chose not to address it at all?
The car drove off and she leaned her head against the window pane, eyes riveted anywhere but at Anna, even as she felt their fingers lace together once more.
She made no attempt at removing her hand and in fact a little twitch squeezed into the grip.
Her head swam with confusion and intensity, overwhelmed by the number of things she had to sort through before she could even hope to start any semblance of a conversation. (Not even a sensible one, because literally nothing about this entire fiasco was sensible).
When the Uber driver slowed down to the destination Elsa had given the person glanced up in the rearview mirror.
“You two are really cute together.”
Anna giggled. Elsa cringed.
It wasn’t the first time they’d heard that but… it carried an entirely different weight now. Addressing it was no longer a choice and she’d have to speed run through the processing.
And though neither of them made a move to let go of each other’s hand as they walked, the front door loomed ahead large as they turned the street to their block.
Elsa could hear Anna’s heart murmuring as it sped up with every step.
There was no way around it now.