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skysailorIn case I haven't thoroughly explained... (oh, and btw, the premise of this story is that various characters, such as Allen, have been turned into vampires)
Allen Diamond - "former" womanizer, husband of Admona
Admona Diamond - Allen's incredibly-forgetful-yet-still-rather-smart wife, Sera and Seran's sister
Sera Lanton/Lokelani - Admona and Seran's sister, long-time hater of Allen, owns a medallion that protects her from dying and curses
Seran Lanton - Admona and Sera's brother, owns a medallion that protects him from dying and any curses he didn't have before he obtained it
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It had taken a while, but she’d finally figured it out after seeing Allen offer to escort home a girl near the inn. At first she’d thought Allen was simply cheating on her sister, which left Sera planning his death until she heard the rumors the next day of a girl sounding like her being killed by a “demon”. After that, she began to notice that she didn’t see Allen during the day anymore. She’d dismissed it earlier as waiting for an opportune time to womanize, but he was also getting much paler. Months later, when Admona finally arrived home, Sera berated herself for finding it so hard to guess.
She confronted him in private, in the room he shared with Admona when both of them were in port. Walking in just after sunset and closing the door behind her quietly (so as not to be noticed by the maids), she was unsurprised to find him looking like he’d just woken up. Allen looked at her, obviously wondering why she was there. Sera had planned out a speech, or at least a general idea of what she was going to say. She decided not to say any of it and let his actions prove if she was right or not. She pulled out a knife and slit her wrist.
Allen stared at the blood welling from the cut skin and veins, which she had thrust practically in his face, then up at her, “What are you-” The wound was already starting to heal. She hadn’t cut very deep. She sliced it again. This time he couldn’t resist it. As he pounced on her, pulling the blood out of her and down his throat, she observed him, ignoring the slight dizziness as she began to suffer the effects of blood loss. This wasn’t the Allen she remembered, for certain. He had a little more desperation to the way he acted, a little less poise. When he finally pulled himself back, she grabbed a strip of cloth from a pocket and wrapped it around the wrist. It’d be better by morning.
“So... you know...” Allen sat down on his bed, holding his mouth with his hand and looking as if he could scarcely believe the way he’d just acted.
“They’re startin’ ta notice the pretty girls ye’ve been getting, Allen,” she told him.
He nodded, “I’ve heard. It’s becoming more difficult to find them. They’re being more cautious, being kept at home more.” He looked to the ground. “Would you... would you mind if...” Sera raised an eyebrow. “Could I... drink from you every night? It’d be easier...”
“Fine, then,” Sera affirmed, “I’d rather no’ see ye out charmin’ the ladies while yer wife’s gone, anyway.”
And so it began. It went deeper than Admona would ever know. By the second week Sera was letting him drink from her throat to speed things up, despite the intimacy it implied. She didn’t touch him, but the faintness the drain left Sera with meant that Allen had to support her neck, head, and sometimes her body during their nightly rendezvous. She grew used to the sensation of his fangs slipping into her veins to take away the life her medallion replenished as she slept. After Admona took over for her, using Seran’s medallion, she almost missed it. After all, she’d never allowed anyone else to get that close to her before.
Allen Diamond - "former" womanizer, husband of Admona
Admona Diamond - Allen's incredibly-forgetful-yet-still-rather-smart wife, Sera and Seran's sister
Sera Lanton/Lokelani - Admona and Seran's sister, long-time hater of Allen, owns a medallion that protects her from dying and curses
Seran Lanton - Admona and Sera's brother, owns a medallion that protects him from dying and any curses he didn't have before he obtained it
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It had taken a while, but she’d finally figured it out after seeing Allen offer to escort home a girl near the inn. At first she’d thought Allen was simply cheating on her sister, which left Sera planning his death until she heard the rumors the next day of a girl sounding like her being killed by a “demon”. After that, she began to notice that she didn’t see Allen during the day anymore. She’d dismissed it earlier as waiting for an opportune time to womanize, but he was also getting much paler. Months later, when Admona finally arrived home, Sera berated herself for finding it so hard to guess.
She confronted him in private, in the room he shared with Admona when both of them were in port. Walking in just after sunset and closing the door behind her quietly (so as not to be noticed by the maids), she was unsurprised to find him looking like he’d just woken up. Allen looked at her, obviously wondering why she was there. Sera had planned out a speech, or at least a general idea of what she was going to say. She decided not to say any of it and let his actions prove if she was right or not. She pulled out a knife and slit her wrist.
Allen stared at the blood welling from the cut skin and veins, which she had thrust practically in his face, then up at her, “What are you-” The wound was already starting to heal. She hadn’t cut very deep. She sliced it again. This time he couldn’t resist it. As he pounced on her, pulling the blood out of her and down his throat, she observed him, ignoring the slight dizziness as she began to suffer the effects of blood loss. This wasn’t the Allen she remembered, for certain. He had a little more desperation to the way he acted, a little less poise. When he finally pulled himself back, she grabbed a strip of cloth from a pocket and wrapped it around the wrist. It’d be better by morning.
“So... you know...” Allen sat down on his bed, holding his mouth with his hand and looking as if he could scarcely believe the way he’d just acted.
“They’re startin’ ta notice the pretty girls ye’ve been getting, Allen,” she told him.
He nodded, “I’ve heard. It’s becoming more difficult to find them. They’re being more cautious, being kept at home more.” He looked to the ground. “Would you... would you mind if...” Sera raised an eyebrow. “Could I... drink from you every night? It’d be easier...”
“Fine, then,” Sera affirmed, “I’d rather no’ see ye out charmin’ the ladies while yer wife’s gone, anyway.”
And so it began. It went deeper than Admona would ever know. By the second week Sera was letting him drink from her throat to speed things up, despite the intimacy it implied. She didn’t touch him, but the faintness the drain left Sera with meant that Allen had to support her neck, head, and sometimes her body during their nightly rendezvous. She grew used to the sensation of his fangs slipping into her veins to take away the life her medallion replenished as she slept. After Admona took over for her, using Seran’s medallion, she almost missed it. After all, she’d never allowed anyone else to get that close to her before.
