Sunset had to marvel at how hard she had had to work to get Sonata to come. She found herself envying Sonata’s stamina, but at the same time was too overwrought with physical feelings herself to really think very clearly about anything. As soon as her body stopped feeling quite so wonderful, she’d attend to it, she thought.

She listened with some satisfaction to Sonata’s exhausted breathing. With the blindfold still on and her wrists bound to the bed, she could do very little else. Slightly to her surprise, she felt something push the blindfold down. It transpired that Fleur had used a dextrous foot pull the cloth off her eyes, which if Sunset was honest with herself was a little much. The woman herself sat at the opposite end of the bed, holding Sonata’s limp form in her arms like a tired child.

“You two did quite well for first timers,” Fleur said encouragingly. “It’s a shame it has to end.” She smiled.

Sunset wouldn’t have found anything odd in this if the smile hadn’t been quite so wide. Up until now, Fleur’s expressions, attitude, and overall actions had been careful, carried with a certain sense of restraint and dignity. Her smiles never exposed the inside of her mouth at all. But this smile did. Perfectly white teeth shone in the dimness of the room, and Sunset felt a thrill of suspense before she quite figured out why. With her foot again, Fleur tugged the cloth on Sunset’s face down, and shoved it sharply into Sunset’s mouth like a gag. Sunset reacted in surprise, instinctively trying to pull free of her bindings, but they wouldn’t move.

“I can see why you like her,” Fleur said softly, running a hand over Sonata’s cheek. “She looks absolutely divine.”

Sonata opened her eyes as Sunset let out a little muffled squeak of protest at being gagged. “Sunse—Hey!” She cried out as Fleur took firm hold of her ponytail and pulled back her head. Positioned in Fleur’s lap, she lay with her back on Fleur’s left leg, her head being bent almost upside down over Fleur’s knee.

A part of Sunset understood what was going to happen a split second before it did. Fleur’s mouth opened, a malevolent light gleaming suddenly in her purple eyes, and she dived. Sunset’s scream was absorbed effectively by the gag, but Sonata’s was cut off by a wet choking sound. As soon as Fleur’s fangs pierced her, Sonata’s eyes screwed shut and her mouth wrenched open in a deadened cry of pain and horror. Her thin arms reached ineffectually for Fleur’s restraining hands, but they were like iron and could not be moved.

Sunset’s eyes were wide, her brain unable to process what was going on. She saw blood and heard the wet choking sounds of Sonata struggling unsuccessfully to breath. She cried out, trying to reach them, but they were too far away for her to do anything. Crying and shrieking against her restraints, she shook the bed in her efforts to escape, but to no avail, and Sunset knew in that moment that Fleur had planned this whole thing.

Sonata’s cheeks had gone pale. She opened her eyes slightly, and found Sunset. With what little strength she had, she reached out a trembling arm to her. Sunset pulled against her restraints a final time, her eyes streaming with tears, but with a moist snapping sound from her neck, Sonata’s arm fell, and the light in her eyes extinguished like a blowing light bulb. She convulsed once, and then didn’t move again.

“Ahh,” Fleur sighed, daintily wiping the excess blood from her chin. “Sorry about your sheets,” she said solicitously when she noticed the spots dotting the covers. “But now at last, we can have a little private conversation together.”

With a casual motion, she shoved Sonata’s miserable corpse off the bed, where it thudded mundanely to the floor. Sunset watched it with wide, tear-filled eyes, and barely noticed as Fleur positioned herself over her until her perfect hair caught the edges of her vision. Until that point an overwhelming sense of despair and loss had surged through her, the image of Sonata final moments of life replaying again and again in her head. Now that the monster that had done it was leaning over her, her lithe, predatory body barely an inch from Sunset’s own own, Sunset’s misery was perforated by a natural stab of fear. Despite Fleur’s serene expression, the blood stains around her mouth gave her a distinctly sinister appearance.

“You can’t imagine the warm interest I’ve felt in you since our first meeting,” she said, running her slender fingers across Sunset’s cheek. Sunset flinched away from her with a muffled little cry of terror. “I understand,” she said gently. “You are of course distraught at the moment, seeing the death of your little girlfriend. But you’ll come to appreciate that she wasn’t worthy of you.” Fleur blinked as Sunset tried to say something through her gag. “Didn’t quite catch that,” she said cheerfully, pulling her gag away.

“What the hell are you?” Sunset blurted. If she was honest with herself, she knew precisely what she was, but that was impossible. Fleur gave a little laugh.

“Now dear,” she chuckled, “let’s not have any delaying tactics, shall we? We both know what I am. So much of this modern media exists that you simply must have guessed it.”

“B-But why are you doing this? Why did you kill Sonata?” Sunset sobbed.

“I tried to keep her out of it,” Fleur said in a to-be-fair tone of voice. “But the girl was simply far too attached to you for her own good. One doesn’t simply get between me and something I want. And I want you, Sunset Shimmer.”

Sunset felt her skin erupt in goosebumps as Fleur lowered her head over her chest. A warm tongue ran slowly over her sternum, and ended at the meeting point of her clavicles. Sunset flinched and shut her eyes tightly as Fleur suddenly nipped the base of her neck with her front teeth.

“You’re simply intoxicating,” Fleur breathed with an indecent look of hunger in her eyes.

Sunset opened her eyes again and stared up at her for a horrifying moment, feeling all of the terror that being held, helpless, and without possibility of escape, beneath a merciless predator should inspire. She knew in that moment what it was to be meat on a chopping board. But then she saw Sonata’s body again, her blank magenta eyes devoid of light, her dusky blue skin stained with dark streaks across her neck and chest. Her fear did not abate, but it certainly did change somewhat. Her shallow breathing ebbed into a series of pathetic sobs.

“Just kill me,” Sunset croaked. She turned her head to one side, exposing her tender throat completely. She lay waiting for the inevitable end, her thoughts taken up entirely by memories of Sonata. Her ditzy, smiling face impressed upon the inside of Sunset’s mind.

Fleur watched this display with a slightly annoyed expression. She sighed. “I thought it might turn out this way.” She reached down and turned Sunset’s head around by the chin. “You’re thinking about that girl, aren’t you?”

Sunset looked up at her, blinking the tears out of her eyes. “I could never stop thinking about her,” Sunset said, a hint of defiance breaking through her listless acceptance of her fate.

Fleur scowled. “Am I not beautiful enough for you?” she asked, turning her head to the side and allowing her hair to sweep a little in the still air. “I am a quite attentive lover. You’d never want for anything. You could have what you wanted, do as you pleased.” She cupped Sunset’s cheek in her palm and glared at her with intensity. “Just say that you’ll be mine.”

Sunset looked up at her for a long moment. Something in the way Fleur spoke had a sense, however slight, of desperation about it. If Sunset hadn’t been so filled up with loss, misery, and fear, she might have felt a little sorry for Fleur. But she didn’t.

“I want Sonata,” she said huskily, forcing her chin out of Fleur’s grasp and turning her head away. She wished that Fleur would just kill her. She didn’t even think she’d mind the pain so much at this point.

Fleur pulled her hand away, staring down at her with a none-too-happy expression on her beautiful face. With another aggrieved sigh, she glanced down at the body on the floor.

“And if you could have her,” she began, “would you be mine?”

“You killed her,” Sunset sniffed, a lump rising in her throat.

“My goodness, you really haven’t watched too much TV, have you?” Fleur said exasperatedly. “I can turn her, and you. You can have her.” She leaned down so that her hair dangled over Sunset’s face. “If I can have you.”

Sunset stared back up at her, her insides swarming like insects. She didn’t recognise the feeling at first, but something in her heart had relit itself. A small spark of hope.

“Turn her?”

“Make the two of you like me. You can be together forever. So long as you stay with me.”

In any other situation, Sunset would have questioned this proposal. She would have seen the evils she was trading for one small chance to be with the one she loved. The evil action she would justify with the good intentions of Sonata being returned to her. But she was naked, handcuffed to a bed, with a predator with a taste for blood kneeling on top of her, and the love of her life, cold and dead on the floor with her throat torn open. There was no space in her young mind at that time for thoughts of future regrets. Only current pain.

“Be mine,” Fleur whispered, “and she will be yours again.”

Sunset made her choice. She nodded.

Fleur smiled again, her restrained, beautiful smile. She fished in her bag and pulled out the little key for the handcuffs. As Sunset sat up and rubbed her bruised wrists, Fleur picked up Sonata’s body from the floor.

“Would you mind?” Fleur asked, holding out her finger to Sunset. Whatever Fleur thought, Sunset had in fact seen vampire shows before, and knew what she was going to do. She bit down on Fleur’s finger, taking some small gratification in the little pain she could cause Fleur right now. To her annoyance, Fleur seemed to enjoy it. The older woman lowered the bleeding finger to Sonata’s mouth and parted the lips. She held the finger inside for a few moments, and then gestured for Sunset to take the body. Sunset took Sonata’s still warm corpse in her arms, not bothering to repress the renewed tears coming to her eyes as she looked down at her pale face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not really knowing what she was sorry for. “I’m sorry.”

Fleur insinuated herself behind Sunset. “She’ll awaken in a few moments.” She took Sunset’s hand and placed it over Sonata’s chest. “You’ll feel it here.”

Sunset held her hand against Sonata’s heart, daring to feel for the renewed beating. Fleur leaned close and held Sunset to her, her slender arms encompassing her chest. Sunset felt the other woman’s breasts pressed against her naked back, her eager breath, damp and warm on her shoulder, and the little jolts of electricity as Fleur kissed up and down the side of her neck. But she kept her eyes on Sonata’s face, feeling the warm trails of tears on her cheeks as they splashed down onto the girl she loved.

...bu-bump... ... bu-bump..

Sunset smiled, and put her forehead to Sonata’s as she felt the beating of her heart begin again, unable to stop herself giving a small, sad laugh. She felt the gentle intake of breath as Sonata’s lungs began to fill of their own accord, and the sharpness of Fleur’s fangs pierce her throat.

Author's Notes:

Yyyyep. I have a vampire fetish. Just thought you ought to know that.