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“This is the skin of a killer, cupcake.”
Underneath that layer of fleece did her skin glitter like a spilled bottle of it, twinkling like stars scattered on foam. Her skin was so pale, it was a wonder it hadn’t turned rosy with its gaze.
Caitlyn Kiramman’s face, however, blushed deep down to her neck. It never took much to see the color come to life on her face… and in times like these she desperately wished she had stayed in sunny Arizona. The heat was an excuse. But deep in the woods of Forks, with humidity sticking to her skin it was impossible to fight any accusations.
Vi’s jacket was unzipped, what she once thought was a tank top revealed to be a bandeau top that compressed her chest. Where cloth would be was instead a tight abdomen, all definition and littered with ivory scars.
Caitlyn turned her gaze away, the thoughts in her mind bouncing around in their chamber. Yet despite her fluster, she was undeterred in letting such a heavy statement hang between them.
“Your skin is quite beautiful… for that of a killer.” She said, ducking her head low she met the eyes of said killer from below raven lashes.
Below these lashes did her eyes meet the ground, moss-covered and teeming with creepy-crawlers, and in a flash her view filled with magenta-colored hair. There was a finger on the ridge of her jaw, forcing her to raise her head - that head of hair following her moving gaze, consuming every movement. Vi’s pale-cold gaze met hers, bright and hungry. Maybe she did wear the skin of a killer, marinated in sanguine red, but oh how Caitlyn thrilled herself with the thought of exploring that skin.
“You should be afraid, someone like me could just eat you right up.” Despite Vi’s freezing bones, her killer skin warmed Caitlyn’s senses, “I’m designed to kill, and I wanted you, all for myself - every drop. And you don’t seem afraid even as I hold all of you…” Her entire hand cupped Caitlyn’s jaw, one move and the woman could shatter her to pieces - to send Caitlyn crumbling down to the creepy-crawlers like the glitter painting Vi’s skin.
“Curious, this doesn’t seem to be all of me that you hold.” Caitlyn brought a hand to Vi’s, resting it on sharp knuckles and taut tendons, upon the armaments of her killer, “Is it that you’re afraid?”
Vi feigned a growl and snapped at Caitlyn’s exposed neck with blood-stained fangs. Caitlyn flinched backwards, back-peddling to catch herself from tripping over the growth of trees sprouting from the ground. At this, Vi smirked mirthfully.
Caitlyn scoffed, unamused but further spurred by the new reaction from the vampire, “That didn’t count… I was naturally startled.” Red rushed back to her face, this time from embarrassment rather than arousal that had spun deep in her gut. Vi reappeared in her gravity, nose pressed to where her neck met her jaw.
“I don’t understand you, you’re still here.” Vi inhaled deeply as if she were entranced with a single breath, inhaling the scent of Caitlyn second-handedly, “What is it that keeps you here, so very close to someone who’s trying so hard to stop herself from consuming you.”
“Maybe because you’ve enraptured me. I’m caught in your trap, killer.” And as Vi searched Caitlyn’s face, for the pieces of her game to appear, she found nothing but an all-consuming gaze.
“Maybe you are.”
“I really did want to kill you.”
“And?”
“We can be here all day until you realize you should’ve ran.”
“We can do this into the night as well, if that’s preferable to you.”
Vi huffed a laugh, “I like you, cupcake.”
“Because you want to drink me?”
Magenta hair flowed as Vi turned her back on Caitlyn, hands traced to her front and the sound of a zipper was heard, “No… I think I like you too much to do that now.”
“And you continue to call me cupcake because?”
“You’re sweet, your scent.” Like a flash Vi had re-entered her orbit, tides within Caitlyn overflowing her insides, “It’s irresistible. You don’t know how bad I wanted to open you up, drink everything, and I’ve never been a big fan of cupcakes. You’d be my first.”
A hot flush rose up Caitlyn’s cheeks again, bright like a sunburn and as warm as the sun itself, “You say these things so easily, like we’ve known each other for years, I barely know a thing about you.” Caitlyn returns Vi’s touch, thin fingers resting over collarbones and cages - soft as a breath.
“I trust you.” Vi pressed back, fingers no linger a breath but now a gale determined to leave a hint of its passing.
Cailtyn leaned closer, fingers dancing outwards to land on broad shoulders and sliding downwards to lock her fingers together behind magenta hair, “I think I could learn to trust you.” Caitlyn smiled sweetly, head tilted to the side, allowing for the sun to glitter on her skin to tempt the killer holding her life within her hands. The shiver from the vampire was felt in her gentle touch, her posture stiffening as her nostrils flared with the scent of her blood, yet Vi’s face gave no indication of her turmoil - no indication that she had fallen victim to her own consumptive desires for flesh.
“Don’t you realize what you do to me?” Vi said, voice cracking toward the end as she rested her forehead upon exposed flesh. Caitlyn stood her ground, holding her flinch. Her base instincts told her to run for there was a predator right in her embrace. Caitlyn’s hands wandered further down Vi’s back, feeling her strong back, feeling her humanity with each breath she took.
“Do you mean how I imbue you with hate?” Caitlyn asked, a smile pulling at her lips with the emergence of a mirthful nature.
Vi pulled away from her neck and Caitlyn noticed the lack of fangs peeking from beneath her upper lip, “What? No, that wasn’t hate, I ran from you that day because of your scent. It’s like nothing I smelled before. All these years of control, control of this condition, and with just a breath of you I lost my mind.”
Caitlyn’s hands slid up her back, over the shoulders, and now rested on Vi’s front - directly over her heart, “And now? How do you feel about me now?” She asked, dragging her nails along the serrated edge of the zipper on Vi’s hoodie. The other hand peeling away the fabric to reveal the glittering skin of a killer.
“Afraid. When you’re around I start to lose my head… and, I don’t know what you’re thinking.” Vi brushed a strand of Caitlyn’s hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind an ear, “It scares me, wanting to know what exactly you think of me that makes you want to stick around.”
“Would you want to know?”
“No, I don’t think I would like to know.”
Caitlyn breathed a laugh. Her hands stopped their mischievous adventures and found Vi’s instead. Holding both hands, she led the vampire to the ground where they sat on the root of a tree cushioned with a crawling moss. Vi followed with little struggle, more curious of the way her body allowed the other woman to control her so easily. And with Caitlyn’s hands still in hers, she guided them to her own shoulders and deposited them there. Following this lead, this implied consent, Vi nervously held Caitlyn by her shoulders.
“I want to get to know you.”
Vi didn’t know how to take this answer, again she found herself at a loss for words as she awaited further explanation and received none, “That’s it?” She asked. Dumbfounded by such a simple response.
“Yes. I want to know who this mystery woman is; the lab partner that ditched me right after being assigned to me, who skipped school for two weeks, the woman who saved my life. Is it so strange that I’m being pushed towards you by my own insurmountable mountain of questions alone?”
“That can’t be it.” Vi was deeper in her own disbelief now.
“It’s the truth, and like you said…” Caitlyn reached for nervous arms, too stiff to embrace her, and guided them down to her waist, “You trust me.”
“I think I regret that now and maybe you’re not quite the cupcake I thought you were.”
“I quite like the name, though.” With Vi’s arms now wrapped around her, Caitlyn pressed a hand to her back - pulling the vampire into her chest and down to the forest floor with her. Magenta hair tickled her neck and jaw, Vi’s cold body reached under her clothes and down into her bones. Slowly removing the hand resting on Vi’s back, Caitlyn now combed through Vi’s hair - examining the collision of colors found near the roots.
“I take it back. I don’t regret that, or anything. Meeting you? I could never regret that.” Vi admitted, her breath coming out in sharp staccatos.
“Likewise, you’re quite beautiful for a killer.”
A sudden warmth blossomed from the body of that killer, that which now rested upon Caitlyn’s own body with Vi’s head close to Cait’s chest. She listened for the rhythm of her heart, focused on the condensed scent of her blood located where that heart beat so vigorously. Vi could hear how her heart calmed, from the rapid thump of a rabbit’s foot to something gentler. It was fear. And while Vi attempted to distance herself from assumptions it was difficult not to when the proof laid waiting in Cait’s cage of bone.
But it was for now they would lay it all to rest within the folds of their embrace. Prey holding the predator, hearts beating in silent chaos from withheld uncertainties. It just so happened that the cold in Vi’s skin ebbed away to allow for the warmth of affection blossoming beneath the sun once feared by a vampire and a girl from Arizona.