A Terry and Candy Vampire Minific
He stretched, yawned, and pulled himself from the satin-lined bed that he had been sleeping on. It was roomy and comfortable and a few strands of curly golden hair clung to the pillow next to him. Smiling, he took them in his fingers and smiled, lazily. Organ music filled the house and from down the road into the Scottish Moor, an owl faintly hooted. He glanced at the clock. One o' clock a.m. He was starved. The cold air on his almost nude body blew in from the yard, dead from fall and covered with old leaves and grass. She had planted pumpkins down in what remained from the summer vegetable garden and was checking them day after day, waiting for them to grow.
Out of habit, Terry reached to his nightstand for a box of familiar cigarettes, but caught himself. They were no longer there, just the harmonica and a few stray gourds Kurin had been bringing in from Candy's garden.
"Damn animal," he muttered, half in jest.
Shrugging, he acknowledged that there were indeed worse things to be upset about such as the lack of decent heat in the castle, or the shrieking Marlowe banshee haunting the place upsetting both of their sleeping schedules. An exorcism would be helpful to banish the damn thing, but where to find a church that would accommodate his…unique circumstances. If only he hadn't severed all ties to St. Paul's Academy, he could arrange one. Being the son of both a noble mortal and a vampire, he definitely had his inside ties even though he no longer associated with his father's noble family and his mother's identity, at least to her adoring public was kept well under wraps. If anyone thought long enough about it, they could almost guess as to her real nature. After all, in ten years she had barely aged---a blessing for any celebrity---, kept her abnormally beautiful appearance, and always smiled more or less subtly for pictures to avoid showing her sharper-than-normal incisors. His father certainly left quite a bit out when explaining why he and Terry's mother had broken their relationship off…marriage to a vampire, now what would London society think of that?
"It was a conflict of interests," the Duke had reasoned.
"So you married a monster instead?" Terry had snapped.
The comment had earned him a cuff to the face, but he never stopped holding out a desire for his parents to eventually reconcile. Richard had never even liked garlic, how much more perfectly could they go together? As for Terry, himself, the worries over his mother and father's relationship had not been as much of a blip on his radar now that she was back, for good, in his life. Pulling on a pair of slacks he opened the bedroom door and went wandering in search of the organ music. The hallway was dark, perfect, just like he enjoyed it and lit by tiny gas lamps. Sounds were coming from the main drawing room and it compelled him further down the hallway, past the kitchen, the conservatory and main dining rooms, all the way down to the end of the hall. He was starving and felt his hunger come to a sharp peak when he saw her. Blonde hair loose down her back and clad in a gossamer lace robe, his youthful wife sat calmly at the organ, legs bent behind her and cocking her head slightly as if listening for some unseen entity to tell her something. She flexed her fingers across the smooth lining of the bone colored keys.
"How was that?" she asked someone out loud. "C sharp?"
Pausing, she listened to the silence and then without any warning, the organ began to play itself, invisible fingers taking her role as she sat, smiling. It was not Mozart's Requiem, Toccata and Fugue or anything slightly vaguely sinister and haunting….the musical notes piercing the air perfectly by well trained invisible fingers played out a waltz, sweet and enticing…
"I remember," Candy said, softly, staring.
Terry noticed a vase of flowers atop the piano, creamy white roses in a red vase. They hadn't been there earlier. The identity of the invisible specter haunting Candy was long known to Terry and not even one bit less bothersome.
Jealousy throbbed inside him, but he waited. The young man visited her every year at this date and he would let him talk to him, have her time with an old friend. He waited, glancing at the floor as Candy listened to the ending of the waltz. When it was finished, she was teary eyed.
"I'll tell him. Goodbye."
She waited a moment and closed her eyes, smiling. Softly, Terry came up and stood behind her. He rested his hand on Candy's back and stroked the soft curls along her neck.
"He played it for us," she said. "The waltz…remember, Terry?"
"Ghosts…" Candy smiled. "You once told me that this place was haunted."
"Everyone is haunted." Terry replied, closing his eyes and leaning towards her. Gently, he kissed her ear and wrapped his arms around her from behind, letting her fall behind onto his chest.
"You have such a beautiful neck." Terry murmured into her.
He licked it, tasting a drop of sweat that had dried onto her from the night before. Her blonde hair, loose from its usual ribbons was a blonde stream washing over her back and shoulders. She giggled playfully her tiny, newly pointed teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She stroked his hair and then breathed out, readying herself for him. Terry's teeth pierced her skin gently, eagerly drinking the flowing blood from Candy's neck. The room became warm and red as her heart pounded both from her excitement and in effort to replace the depleted liquid. It didn't hurt as much as it did the first time, her skin slowly becoming acclimated to his hunger. Her bare legs draped off the edge of the piano and one foot gently tucked behind his knee. Terry was feeding eagerly, but her body was used to it now. She almost needed him to take her blood like this. His long hair stuck to his own neck from small droplets of sweat that were forming. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, so that in her excitement, she would not be able to escape. She was his nourishment, the source for all his appetites and now that he was with her again, she'd never get away. Besides, she hardly wanted to.
With a loud gasp, Terry's mouth left Candy's neck, letting a small trail of blood escape down her throat. He clutched her again and lapped it up like an alley cat drinking its last bit of milk.
"Nothing goes to waste, Freckles…" he murmured.
Then, he kissed her gently, letting her body get the sensation back into it as he laid her down on top of the organ and moved to get on top of her. Candy smiled at him in anticipation, her tiny new teeth sharpening slowly.
"I'm hungry, too…"