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The first thing that Esmeralda registered when she regained consciousness was the intense stabbing pain coming from her shoulder. She realized that this was probably because she had been stabbed in the shoulder shortly before passing out. It didn’t help that she somehow managed to pass out it such a horrible position — her back was digging uncomfortably into the back of the chair, her neck felt strained from how it had been hanging behind her, and her shoulders were pulled back somewhat unnaturally from her wrists being tied up behind her.
That was the second thing she noticed: her inability to move her wrists apart. Not that she had actually tried yet, but she could still feel the scratchy rope tied slightly too tightly around her.
Esmeralda strained her ears, trying to hear the human who had put her in this position. She knew the human couldn’t have gotten too far, what with Ybbob waiting upstairs. He may be useless in many ways, but unless she caught him off guard, the human wouldn’t be able to kill him like she tried to kill her. Not that it succeeded. Esmeralda was still very much alive, unless Hell was damp and smelled like her basement.
“I know you’re awake, you don’t need to pretend you’re not,” a voice said from across the room. Esmeralda could tell that it was the human — for one, who else would it be, but also despite the voice having slightly different mannerisms compared to their previous conversation, the tone and lift to the voice was the same.
Groggily, Esmeralda opened her eyes. What little light was in the room flooded her vision, though there wasn’t quite enough to be blinded by. While attempting to clear the blurriness from her eyes, Esmeralda shifted her body to try and find a more comfortable position. Almost immediately a searing pain flared in her shoulder and she cried out.
“Well, that was pathetic,” the human snarked, and while Esmeralda couldn’t see her face, she could tell that it had a self-righteous smirk on it.
"Oh fuck off," Esmeralda said. Or, well, tried to say. What actually came out was something closer to "ofdkooof". All things considered, it was impressive she got that much out.
"Wow, where did all the suave-ness from earlier go?" remarked the human, and now that Esmeralda could see her face, she could confirm the smirk lighting up half of it.
The girl was sitting on the same chair she was sitting on earlier, when Esmeralda first entered the room. Now it was situated a few feet away from Esmeralda so that it was across from her rather than next to her. The human (unsurprisingly) looked very much the same as the last time Esmeralda saw her. Her plaid shirt was now buttoned almost to the top, with only a bit of her collar bone peaking out. Her brown hair was newly tied up in a ponytail and next to her was an arrangement of items commonly used to kill vampires.
Where was she hiding all of that?? Esmeralda asked herself. She didn't have a bag or anything, and all of that couldn't possibly fit in her pockets.
The human followed Esmeralda's gaze, landing upon the array of weapons.
"Don't get ahead of yourself now," she walked over to where Esmeralda was trapped, leaning close, breath mingling with Esmeralda's. All together, it probably wouldn't have been that bad, if she didn't proceed to put her hand on Esmeralda's wound and put all her pressure on it, causing Esmeralda to cry out in pain again, "I've got plans for you, lovely."
She pulled back and walked back to her seat, leaving Esmeralda relieved by the loss of pain and disappointed by the loss of her touch. Without realizing it, Esmeralda's body leaned to follow her, but quickly stopped when the involuntary motion pulled at her wound, causing her to flinch back with a gasp.
"Wow, you really are a pathetic little thing," the human started, situating herself back on her chair, crouching on the seat like she was ready to pounce at any time, "when you first flew in I was afraid that this job would be more challenging than I had signed up for, but now… now I see you're just…"
"Just what?" Esmeralda snapped, voice rough with sleep and pain, "Pathetic?"
"Closeted."
"What?"
"Closeted," the human said again, like saying it twice would clear up the confusion. Seeing Esmeralda's puzzled look, the human sighed and continued speaking, "Listen, Esmeralda — can I call you Esmeralda? Actually I don't care — how long were you with Ybbob?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" responded Esmeralda, still very confused about everything that was going on, and still very much in excruciating pain.
The human sighed again, picking up a stake from thr floor next to her and holding it lazily, "Just answer the question, Esme."
"I don't know," Esmeralda acquiesced, gritting her teeth at the nickname, "A few hundred years. I never kept track of the specifics."
"So…" the girl started, "You've never had a woman, have you?"
The human added a salacious grin to that sentence. Not that she ever really stopped grinning throughout the conversation, but Esmeralda could tell that the grin turned salacious.
"Now, why would a woman like you never have a woman?" the human continued, "Society? Your husband? Certainly it's not because you're not attracted to them."
"You don't know that," Esmeralda snapped.
"Dear, your reaction said it all." Satan FUCK was the human cocky. Esmeralda couldn't exactly say that she was wrong, but the pet names were absolutely not necessary.
"I'm attracted to men," Esmeralda started, slowly, "I married Ybbob after all."
"Well… there is a name for that too, you know."
"Yes, I do know. I live in a castle, not under a rock," Esmeralda snarked, trying to get some hold of the conversation.
"Oh I'm sorry if I assumed that a woman from the 17th century-"
"16th century" Esmeralda corrected under her breath.
"-doesn't know the term bisexual."
"I've been to pride. I know the terms."
Somehow that's what threw the human for a loop.
"You've… been to pride," the human repeated, dumbly.
"Yes," Esmeralda stated, starting to regain her confidence, "I quite like the colors, and there's so many people that no one really notices if someone… goes missing."
Esmeralda smirked at the human's face quickly losing it's confident smile, shifting into something more akin to anger. Maybe, Esmeralda thought, she shouldn't have reminded the human what she was here to do.
"You're an asshole, you know that, right?" the human bit out.
Esmeralda just continued smirking. She had everything under control. Definitely.
"Maybe I just wanted to get a rise out of you." Yes, flirtation always works. It definitely wasn't what had gotten Esmeralda in this situation to begin with. "I didn't know it would be so easy to do so."
"Oh fuck off." The human got off of her chair and started to stalk over to Esmeralda, wooden stake still in her hand.
Esmeralda flinched back. Maybe she didn't have everything under control.
What happened next was… strange, to say the least. Instead of stabbing Esmeralda again, the human kissed her.
It was… nice, Esmeralda had to say. She had never been kissed by a woman before and it really was nice.
Esmeralda started to melt into the kiss, the feeling of lips against hers, the slight bumping of noses. By all means, it wasn't a gentle kiss, not in the slightest, but it was quite lovely.
And then the human decided to ruin it and put pressure on Esmeralda's shoulder again, causing her to jerk back in pain, away from the human's lips. The human chased after her, murmuring against her lips, soft air blowing on her face.
"I thought that would be healed by now," she said, putting more pressure on the shoulder, "you really are a pathetic excuse for a vampire."
Esmeralda could only grunt in pain, head falling onto the human's shoulder, doing her best to reduce the pressure put on her wound. The human grabbed Esmeralda's chin, lifting it so that they were again face to face. She gently wiped the tears that Esmeralda didn't even know were falling down her cheeks. It almost would have been sweet if she wasn't still putting weight on Esmeralda's stab wound. And the wooden stake she was still holding.
"Aww you poor little thing," the human mocked, putting on a false look of sympathy, "is the big bad evil hunter bullying you?"
"Fuck you," Esmeralda gritted, words tearing their way between her teeth, taking all of her concentration to make them coherent.
"We'll get there, don't worry, lovely," the human snarked, diving back in for a kiss.
And then Esmeralda was back to feeling those wonderful lips on hers. She leaned in closer, surprised that when she did so, the human's hand retreated from her shoulder and moved to her shirt. Esmeralda wanted nothing less than to put her arms around the human, to pull her closer and kiss her deeper. Unfortunately, the ropes were still wrapped tight around her wrists preventing her from moving them apart even the slightest.
The movement, however, did not go unnoticed by the human. She pulled back again, further than before, and looked at Esmeralda.
"Easy there, darling. We don't want to get ahead of ourselves, now do we?"
Esmeralda had to be delusional, because the human seemed to be almost… sincere when she said that. Like this… wasn't going to end in bloodshed. Like Esmeralda wouldn't have to feel alone anymore. Sure, she had Ybbob, but it never really felt like he was there for her.
She looked at the human — really looked at her.
"Just kiss me," she demanded, putting all her effort into making her voice not wobble, yet intentionally not putting in the effort needed for it to be a Command.
The human looked almost shocked for a second, before returning to that smug grin that looked oh so sexy on her face.
"Your wish is my command," she said, before diving in to steal another kiss. Or 3. Or 21.
Esmeralda started to lose track of the time between kisses, they seemed to never end. The human scrambled onto Esmeralda's lap, pressing more deeply into her body, and throwing their collective center of mass over their area or support, causing the chair (and them) to tip backwards onto the ground.
Esmeralda's hands whacked into the ground with such force, sending a shooting pain up her arms and into her shoulders, her gasp of pain covered up by the human's mouth on hers. Now supine, Esmeralda couldn't do anything but lean slightly into the human's embrace. Not that she could earlier, there's not much a person (or person-shaped being) can do while tied to a chair.
Either way, Esmeralda couldn't really find it in herself to care. Not when those beautiful plush lips were starting to train down her neck, biting in a way that wasn't dissimilar to when Esmeralda first got turned. This was at least 10 times more erotic though. It seemed that with every brush of blunt teeth was a promise for something more. Something… unknown. And that unknown sent a rush of excitement through Esmeralda's body as she soon lost herself to the pleasure the human gave her.
Mina buttoned up her flannel. Her bra underneath was white and now stained in blood, and she didn't think people would find the sight of a blood-covered late teenager particularly "normal". Though she didn't actually know. Afterall, there were at least two vampires that live in the area, people had to go missing all the time.
Mina rummaged through her pockets, finding her phone. Turning on the camera, she looked at her face. It was, unsurprisingly, covered in blood.
"Fuck," she said to the empty room. Her voice echoed softly through the stone basement.
Well. It wasn't completely empty. At her feet was the body of the vampire, its blood slowly seeping into the cracks of the floor.
It was red. Almost human. She hadn't expected it to be so human, so warm, so passionate. Mina almost felt bad for taking the life of the beautiful woman.
Vampire. Not a woman. Something that lives that long and kills that many people is no longer human.
She wasn't sorry. Not at all. She had a job and she completed that job, it was as simple as that.
Now Esm-
The vampire couldn't hurt anyone again.
Mina ran a hand through her hair. During the… distraction the vampire had pulled Mina's hair free from the elastic. It now hang loosely to her shoulders, definitely more than slightly out of place. She wiped more of the blood off her face. Or, well tried to. Her efforts seemed to only smear the blood further across it.
She sighed, lifting the bottom of her shirt to reach her face. It was red and black. The worst that would happen is that it would look slightly damp while she traveled back to America.
Another job well done.