My Sister's a Vampire!

She flashed a guilty smile as she sat down in front of him in the hallway, patiently waiting for him to remember how to breathe.

"So... What kind of... Date?" Ellie whispered.

Scott frowned, "Maybe... You can introduce me to your world? I'm pretty sure taking you out to dinner wouldn't be the same. You only ate my food to humour me, right?"

"Yup." Ellie nodded, "Sorry... But... Yeah, I kinda always threw it up. You're not a bad cook! I miss your cooking. It's just... I can't. I'm intolerant to pretty much everything, now. And it gets worse each time I break my diet."

He shrugged, "So... Witches run bakeries. Do vampires run restaurants?"

"Actually, yeah." She said, eyes lighting up, "Vlad took me to a place. It sucked, because he was just trying to get in my pants, and he's shiiiit at taking no for an answer. But, um... Morbious Place? Chef's a real nerd. Comic stuff. But they have private tables 'n stuff. For vamps with... Boyfriends?"

Scott laughed, "Private table, so you can eat me, and they can serve me actual food?"

Ellie's cheeks flushed, "Um... Yeah? Also got donors. If we wanted to give that... Some space..."

"The bite's sexual. So, if we're going to give a shot at this, El..." Scott hesitated, "Um... No one else? Just me. Unless you're starving and going to hurt me, or whatever?"

His sister's nose crinkled excitedly, "Yes! My one and only! Holy shit! You're... I know we haven't exactly done anything... Not really... But... I wanna call you my boyfriend? Sorry. I'm going off the walls. Clingy girlfriend. Sorry."

"Dream come true?" He leaned back on his wrists, looking over the woman he'd just asked out. He knew that Ellie could be entitled. He knew her temper tantrums could make him cringe hard enough that he could beg the universe to swallow him up. He also knew that she loved what she loved. She was kind, and considerate. Picking a fight with her friends meant she hated you for the rest of time. She was also the most beautiful girl he knew, bar none.

Hollywood actresses had never been interesting to Scott, even in discovery. Because he had someone a thousand times more gorgeous right here. Her face drew him in, like a piece of art. Mouth always curled into one kind of smile or another, even when she was pissed.

"So... You've never fantasised about my tits, have you?" Ellie interrupted his thoughts, lifting them with disappointment.

"Holy fuck, are you kidding me?" He stared at her, "You're, what, a double-D?"

She covered her mouth as she laughed, "Double-F. Ds wish they were me. My spine wishes I had Ds. So... You did? Really?"

"How is that a surprise?"

She shrugged, "I dunno. It's just... 'Cause I'm short, people kinda don't see 'em? Guys always go for my butt. Enough I can't actually laugh about them with my friends. So... Check them out, now and then? Please? That's permission. Call it a creep pass."

Scott shook his head, "If it weren't for your fangs freaking me out, I'd ask to swap the creep pass for... Um... A tit... I feel like a creep. Titjob? If we start going that far..."

"Scott." Ellie said seriously, looking at him, "If tonight doesn't end with you breaking my hymen, I'm probably going to cry myself to sleep. So, yeah. Have expectations, big brother."

He nodded slowly, "That's... Fast."

"I died." She rolled her eyes, "If you said you wanted to fuck me, here and now, I'd be into it. Not quite as much as after roses and chocolates, but I don't do things slow. I just don't."

"On that front... You're doing something to me, aren't you?" He said suspiciously, "To make it easier to... Accept things?"

Ellie scratched a fang, "Not... Intentionally? But kinda. Um... To put it how Vlad would... I was born to be a queen. Reborn. People find it easy to do shit that I like. Not that it's some super pheromone or anything. I still got fired. Still had a wolf bite me. It just... Takes the edge off? Sorry. You should talk to Ginger about that stuff. I don't really get it."

Scott shrugged, "Meh. Not that interesting. I already decided to let you feed off me. If you can make that as awesome as you have been, I'm happy."

"I love you." Ellie mumbled, blushing. He should add blushing to the list of things to ask Ginger to explain. Another day. Tonight, he was going out to a restaurant with his sister. He'd figured they might kiss... But why wait around? Their secret wasn't going to get better by not going as far. She was a member of the living dead.

She giggled and shook her head, "You're way more hung up on the dead thing than the sister thing, aren't you?"

"Yes?"

Ellie shivered, "Well. That makes me rather... Wet. Um... Can we get ready to go out, already? Morbious."

Scott stood up slowly and stretched, "So... Is it like Vlad's place? Can I expect suit and tie just to fit in to the atmosphere?"

"Well, actually, a lot of the guys who go there are trying to bring back capes and cloaks, which is fairly sexy." Ellie shrugged, "But there's no way you're going to fit in with that so... Match me? I wanna wear a nice dress. Actually..."

His sister bounced to her feet, grinned at him, and then twirled on the spot. She vanished momentarily, the entire hallway plunging into darkness. The light on the roof seemed to completely drown, and Scott felt his every sense scream at him to run the fuck away.

Mostly because his sense of sight wasn't the only thing that was gone. His sense of everything was gone. He couldn't hear his own breathing. He couldn't smell the comforts of his own home. Scott felt a disturbing sense of vertigo as he suddenly struggled to tell if he was even standing or lying down.

It wasn't a feeling of falling, whilst staying still. It was worse than that. He couldn't tell if he was hanging upside down, or standing sideways on a wall like gravity didn't exist, or not having moved at all. He was drifting forwards, backwards, and staying motionless.

His stomach turned as he was given the distinct impression that he was moving backwards - not through space, but time. Like the feeling of deja vu turned up to a screaming volume, stuttering through his confused and addled mind.

He tried to lean onto his knees to gag or vomit, but it didn't feel as if he'd moved. He couldn't tell if he even had knees, anymore.

Sensation flooded back as quickly as it had disappeared. He was left blinking in the harsh artificial light as Ellie stood in the middle of the hallway, presenting herself. Her arms were up in the air, wrists bent, as she grinned broadly, "Tada!"

He put a hand to his mouth and swallowed back some bile before croaking, "Um... Wow?"

Red eyes glared at him, "My dress! I got changed."

It was a pretty little thing. Black cotton, tumbling from spaghetti thin straps on her shoulders, with red lace stitched in the shape of roses around the bodice. The skirt was tucked and rolled, so that it would flare if she were to give a twirl.

Scott nodded, "It's... Nice? Sorry. Um... That kinda made me feel sick. Really sick. Can we not do that again?"

"Huh." Ellie said curiously, stepping closer to him and bending his chin down so she could look him in the eyes. "Weird. You actually noticed what was happening. Never heard of that. Sorry. Guess I'll avoid freezing you out, in future."

He smiled weakly, "You tried to... Stun me?"

"Pretty much." She shrugged sheepishly, "Vamps can't really teleport. But we can kinda... Knock you out, for a minute or thirty. Kinda fun when messing with a jerk. Doesn't work on witches or werewolves. That sucked to find out."

Scott gave a small laugh, and then looked down and stared, "Did you dress me, as well?"

"Yup!" She practically danced on her tippy toes.

His sister had put him in a pair of black silk pants, paired with his black shirt and red tie. She'd done a double-Windsor, which he never bothered with. The thought she'd stripped him down without him noticing made him feel all kinds of awkward.

It didn't quite feel like a violation. Wasn't like she could see anything he wasn't willing for her to peek at. Yet, at the same time, it still felt like he should have had a choice in it. She had been sweet, but sort of danced along the blurry line between acceptable and... Not.

Scott decided to ignore it, and held out his hand to her in an exaggerated fashion, "Might I escort you to Morbid Place, my dear?"

"Morbious." Ellie rolled her eyes, and then took his hand and grinned, "That depends. Are you a kindly gentleman, good sir? Or is it that upon sunset the untrustworthy beast inside might be released?"

He frowned, remembering being bitten, "A tale that God alone, knows."

She shivered, "Um... Good answer. Fuck."

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Morbious Place was a little French cafe styled building at the bottom end of town. Whitewashed walls, large paned glass windows with shutters, and a warmly glowing interior.

A waitress with a black apron at her waist greeted them in the orange light with a curtsy, "Welcome! Do you happen to have a reservation?"

"Not this time." Ellie said, half-guilty, "But I'm pretty sure Nate would make an exception for me? Sorry... Um... Mind trying to ask?"

The woman looked at Ellie in derision at first, before recognition suddenly swam in and she curtsied again, "Mistress Eloise! My apologies. Of course we have a table for you. Right this way."

"Mistress?" Scott asked in amusement.

Ellie sighed, "Vlad turned me, Scott. You reckon he's famous in the mundane community. Arrogant bastard is the most famous vamp, apart from Ardetti. Oh, and if you meet her... Just pray that she grants you a quick death. She likes playing with her food. Though, she avoids the White Witch, so you're more likely to meet a freaking space alien than Ardetti."

"Why is everything about your new life terrifying?" Scott complained.

She shrugged sheepishly.

The waitress led them to the back, outside into a private garden. There was only one table, with a white cloth and a set of red candles. The walls were covered in ivy and some kind of blooming pink flowers that he knew weren't roses, but didn't know enough to know what to call them.

The woman helped sit Ellie, and then turned to Scott, and frowned, "Sorry to sound rude, sir. However, are you here in the role of a servant?"

"Not my thrall. Date." Ellie said in embarrassment, "But um... He is still kinda... Dinner?"

"Of course, mistress." The woman curtsied, "Then we will endeavour to make you as comfortable as possible, sir. I am a trained nurse. Will you be wanting a banana bag, along with your meal, sir?"

Scott sat down across from his sister, "A what?"

"An IV bag, that drip feeds nutrients and so on. Just to help keep you well hydrated." The waitress said, "Some prefer not to ruin the atmosphere with something so clinical, but it would always be my recommendation. It can help prevent an overfeeding crisis."

Ellie's cheeks went pink, "That's a good idea. I'm... Kinda a greedy pig."

"A beautiful one." Scott said to her, and then nodded to the waitress, "Sure. And I assume that my dinner can be something similar? To help? Like a stew or something?"

"We have a delightful beef or vegetarian stew, served with fresh French bread." The woman inclined her head politely, "Would you like it before, or afterwards?"

"Before." Ellie said firmly.

The woman curtsied, "Of course, mistress. Now, would you like any drinks to go with that?"

"It's cliche, but... Champagne?" Ellie said with a tinge of embarrassment.

"The sir should probably avoid alcohol." The waitress cautioned him. "However, we do have several delightful non-alcoholic ciders. The pear is exceptional, this year."

"Sounds great." Scott shrugged.

The woman gave a final curtsy before leaving.

Scott frowned, looking at his sister, relaxing comfortably into her chair, her vampiric features on full display as she wistfully took in the atmosphere. "Sorry to ruin the moment... But uh... We going dutch? How much is this going to hurt my wallet?"

"Oh, nada." Ellie waved him off casually, "No vamp has the balls to try and charge me for shit."

"Hybrid?" He asked cautiously, "Or your ex?"

She blinked, and flushed, "Scott... I'm really trying hard not to tell you where I'm sitting, hierarchy wise. Didn't want to admit there even was a hierarchy."

"Vlad didn't punish the werewolf who bit you, just because he's a clingy ex, did he?" Scott raised an eyebrow.

Ellie flinched and then blew at her fringe, "Fine. I s'pose you have to find out sometime... Um... Ginger told you I was a hybrid? Not that many of us. Nine in Australia. Less than a hundred, worldwide. We're... Special. Um... Werewolves are a kinda... Subset of a group we call skinwalkers. Animal spirits taught how to be people."

He nodded, "Following, so far."

"Not any vamp can teach things to become skinwalkers. The skinwalkers have got a one in four chance of passing it on to their kids, but each generation gets weaker. So they need new ones, to keep the community going. Fresh blood." Ellie explained slowly.

"And you have that super power?"

She shrugged, "Maybe? Probably. I can talk to animals. Haven't learnt how to wake 'em up properly, 'cause I wasn't interested." Ellie shrugged, "But I can command 'em. Animals. I can go full movie princess and sing with birds and shit. It's... Fun."

"That's kinda awesome." Scott grinned at her, "Have to have a karaoke night sometime, so I can see."

Ellie smiled weakly at him, "Like I'll ever let you catch me singing."

"You sang a freaky song that... Did stuff." He pointed out.

Her face went a little paler, "Oh, right. You managed to remember that. Did I mention how fucked up it is that you can resist my vamp shit, Scott? Really damn weird. I'll have to ask Vlad about it... Even though I really don't want to give him an excuse to talk to me."

"Mmm... Let's forget about your ex. Just you, me, and this place looks amazing. My Queen of the Vampires."

Ellie shook her head, "Eugh. Don't. Technically, I am a queen. Like a queen bee? Makes me feel gross."

"Sorry." He reached across the table, taking her hand and squeezing, "So... Another topic... What's your mysterious job, then? Vampiric secretary?"

"Queen." She rolled her eyes, "I'm a queen. You're really good at stepping in it, aren't you? So... Let me save you. Hmm... What about our first kiss? I've been daydreaming that shit for years. How do you see it happening?"

"Here, in the garden." He smiled at her, "Maybe just a hint of the sunset left, before it's just candlelight? You standing on your tippy-toes. How's it sounding?"

"Rather be sitting in your lap." Ellie gave a timid grin, "But the rest is sweet. Mmm... Throw in a little naughty, me feeling you start to... React. Before I break the kiss. Leave you wanting more."

"Look who found her confidence." Scott shook his head, "You're not half forward, El. Making up for lost time?"

"Aha." She flushed, and then whispered, "I'm not wearing panties."

"Holy shit."

Ellie let go of his hand, stood up slowly to circle the table before sitting down sideways into his lap. She put both hands around his neck, and then hesitantly gave a little peck to his cheek. "I... I love you. Nothing held back. Not anymore."

He could feel her.

She really wasn't wearing anything, and suit pants aren't exactly a thick material. Ellie's little mound was resting directly above his crotch. She wasn't warm - it wasn't like he could feel her excitement that way. However, there was no mistaking the womanhood perched on him, and he didn't seem to need any encouragement beyond that.

As she felt him stiffen, Ellie's eyes lit up, and she gave a watery smile at him. Threatening to cry, but looking happier than Scott had seen her in years. She lifted her chin just a little, and he tucked his. Their noses brushed gently as his lips met hers for the first time.

She was moist and soft. He felt like she was melting into him. Ellie closed her eyes as he kissed her, and tears silently dripped down her cheeks. The hands holding each other behind his neck flexed, holding each other tighter.

A timid little thing came probing at his teeth, and Scott opened his mouth to receive her. Ellie shivered and moaned as she joined him. It was a strange sensation, almost like he was kissing someone with a mouthful of ice water, as her breath rolled into his mouth.

She ground herself down against him as they patiently took the time to explore each other. This wasn't the desperate lust from earlier, it was two halves of a soul finding each other. Slowly knitting themselves back together, in a pure unity.

He could feel her telling him, silently, over and over that she loved him.

Scott felt his heart ache as he kissed her. A depth of emotion that he had never felt for anyone before. He knew in this moment that there never could be anyone else for him. If things ended or went sideways, he'd die a bachelor. She wasn't just his girlfriend or wife or anything mundane like that.

Ellie was a piece of him.

She was a piece that he hadn't known was missing. He didn't exist without her, couldn't. Even as his tongue found her strange fangs, playing teasingly with them, he was wondering if he could accept a mortal life with her. A life that might end. Would end.

She'd made it clear that she didn't want to turn him. That there were parts to her knew life that she was shielding him from, because she despised them. Yet anything less than an eternity by her side didn't feel like a life worth living.

A noise somewhere between a moan, a growl, and a purr emerged from the back of Ellie's throat as they continued to kiss. He flexed instinctively, and felt her push back against it. A hint of dampness accompanied her gentle grinding, sending a shockwave through him.

He knew she'd said she'd wanted to have sex with him, he knew he'd said it about her. However, having the evidence right there in front of him that his little sister wanted to actually fuck him took everything to another level.

Ellie broke the kiss, dragging in several deep breaths, before standing. She flushed and bit her lip, "Uhm... If we keep that up... Yeah, I'll be having dinner first."

"Is that a problem?"

She rolled her eyes and sat back down, "You're the one who said we should go on a date! Sheesh. At least try to be a little romantic."

"Pretending you don't want to bite me?" Scott teased.

Ellie narrowed her eyes, "I... Want everything about that. But I really was expecting this to be... More."

Before Scott could screw up even further, the waitress returned with two things. First, a tray with their drinks, and his main meal on it, which she set out with only a half dozen curtsies. And secondly an IV bag and a hook on wheels.

The waitress took Scott's arm, rolled up his sleeve and expertly slipped the needle in. All the while Ellie was glaring at him and looking more than a little bit insulted that he wasn't putting in the effort that she'd been expecting him to.

He waited until they were alone and winced, "Well. I screwed up. I was trying to compliment you... And caught up a little bit in you. Sorry. This is where I should go find you a bouquet of flowers or something, isn't it?"

"What exactly are your expectations for tonight?" Ellie spoke through gritted teeth.

"Right now? Sleeping alone with a lot of regrets." He replied and shrugged, "Probably followed by me trying to make it up to you tomorrow, before I have to head into work. Can't really give you breakfast in bed, the same way. So... I might set up some blankets and chocolates on the couch, by the TV? I dunno. Hopefully something better than that."

"You're not going into work tomorrow." Ellie snapped, still glaring.

Scott winced, "They probably won't be understanding... But I guess I'm not going into work tomorrow, then. Please tell me there isn't a Larmore marathon or anything like that?"