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“You think maybe we should order coffee drinks?” Nadja grumbled, twiddling her hair between her fingers, blood sticking the ends together in a gruesome spiral. Laszlo had just returned from a nearby condiment stand, a stack of napkins in his outstretched hand and a coffee stirrer hanging from his bottom lip. Nadja took the napkins from him, well aware that the gore had already settled on her hands and likely wouldn’t come off with just the tissues. Still, she grunted “Thank you.” and blotted at the blood splattering her cheek. “That way we don’t like a bunch of vampires sat around for our familiar to save us?” The Guide nodded her agreement, her eyes flitting between Nadja and the man to the right of her lapping at his frappuchino through a hole in the lid.
“We can all be here without everyone ordering a coffee and we can stay at the table as long as we want.” He reassured her, but the group was growing antsy. Fidgeting in their seats and constantly glancing at the door. Where had that familiar got to? The energy vampire continued but The Guide had tuned out from what he was saying, unable to tear her eyes away from Nadja. That stunt she had pulled at the graveyard had awoken something in her she had not known had been there. Defeating all of those wretched vampires, smashing the head of one who had got too close then drenching herself in its blood until its insides glistened on her skin… something about that had lit a fire deep in The Guide, and nothing was helping to distract her from it. Not when Nadja sat there, dabbing at her delicate chin with those napkins and smearing around that delicious red liquid.
“Hey.” Guillermo burst through the doors, the group cheering as he barrelled in with a man in tow who looked somewhat familiar, not that The Guide could place him.
“You took your sweet time.” Laszlo japed.
“Nadja, are you alright? You have a little…”
“Yeah. Covered in, uh, brain and blood and guts. Yes. Thank you for noticing.” Nadja squinted and looked down her nose at the man. With her eyes on somebody else, The Guide was finally able to take in Nadja’s full image, those beautiful full lips painted pink but spattered with that crimson colour, her perfectly pointed nose so delicate in contrast with the violence she had covered herself in, even her gown today - such a pale colour for Nadja - seemed to offset the red in such a captivating way that The Guide found herself transfixed. Her mind filled with visions of cleaning off this woman, not with the napkins, though. No. She had a far more intimate vision in her mind. Swirling her tongue over her lips to clear up every drop, kissing down her jawline, the taste of blood intermingling with Nadja’s sweet, perfumed flesh-
She noticed Nadja was glancing at her now and tore her eyes away, pushing the ideas out of her head, but they returned throughout the course of the evening. When the art and writer vampires attacked, she was overcome with images of her and Nadja, when Miguel’s friends took them home on their motorbikes, she was all The Guide could think about, especially with the moonlight bouncing off her pale, smooth skin and her arms folded around the body of the woman whose bike she rode on. As they dismounted, it took all her effort to keep her feet pointed towards the door and not her housemate. She would focus on getting back to the house, back to her room. There she could lose herself in a painting. Perhaps she would paint Nadja, drenched in the blood of her enemies and- No! Focus, Guide.
Once they were back at the house, The Baron greeted them in a display of anger and betrayal, and The Guide was grateful for the distraction, there was nothing quite as effective in clearing the mind than coming close to being publicly executed. That and turning down a belligerent man who did not know how to take “no” for an answer.
The night was drawing to a close and the vampires were all exhausted from the events of The Baron’s Eternal Lifetime Achievement Award Ceremony. Feeling triumphant and achey, they retreated to the library, Nadja trudging behind with a cluster of blood-soaked napkins in her hand, still no cleaner in spite of her efforts. The Guide saw this as an opportunity.
“Mistress Nadja,”
“You don’t need to call me that anymore, we don’t work together.”
“Oh, I know, but it feels more like a nickname now.”
“Very well then.” The last person in the group had gone inside the room now, pulling the door shut behind them.
“Mistress Nadja you really can’t go and join the others with so much blood on you.”
“Why not?”
“You might get the sofas all dirty-”
“I have drained live victims in that room before, held wild orgies with blood fountains and knocked over a fair few bottles of liquor blood in that room before! I don’t think this mess will be the worst those sofas have seen.”
“Yes, well, it’s not very hygienic and Nandor wouldn’t approve of you going in such a state. Please, let me help you.”
“I’ll be fine, really-”
“I insist.” The Guide produced a fresh handkerchief from the pocket of her tailcoat.
“Alright then, but make it quick. I need to have a word with my husband about that monster of his.”
“Yes, thai will be very quick.” She promised, raising the handkerchief and dabbing away some of the stains mottling Nadja’s forehead. It had been such a long day and Nadja sighed at the contact, reluctant to show just how strongly the emotions of the day had affected her but melting into The Guide’s touch with a softness that the woman had never seen from her before. Taking her time smoothing the cloth over her cheekbones, she gazed into Nadja’s eyes, allowing herself to get lost in them before dropping gaze to focus on wiping away the mess on her nose.
Nadja’s gaze drifted to something in the distance and The Guide feigned stifling a cough as she turned and lifted the handkerchief to her lips. The scent really was driving her wild. She had to know what this blood type was, why it was so intoxicating, why it paired so well with Nadja’s sweet perfume. Without hesitation, she shot out her tongue, immediately lowering the cloth again and turning back to face her housemate, savouring the coppery taste on her tongue.
“What was that?” Her tone was sharp, but Nadja’s face was playful, her brow cocked in a teasing manner.
“I had a little tickle in my throat-”
“I don’t mean that, I mean you sneakying a taste at that blood!”
“Nadja, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” The Guide was a terrible liar, her cheeks burning and her eyes dropping to the floor. Nadja took a step closer, her face mere inches away from The Guide’s.
“Yes, you do. I think you have been fantasizing about this all night. Did you really think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at me at the human coffee shop?”
“I don’t-”
“Guidey, let’s not pretend with each other. I know O positive is one of your favourites, I have seen you stash away bottles from our club in your office.”
“I’m sorry, Nadja, I don’t know what came over me!” The Guide broke down, fidgeting with her gloves and stumbling over her words. “I couldn’t resist you, it’s like you had put a spell on me.” The truth was, she had thought of nothing but Nadja all night, even before the graveyard. In fact, this woman was the reason she had turned down Nandor - well, that and because she had an ounce of self respect. How could she accept a declaration of love from any other person? Nadja had been her sole distraction from her work at the nightclub, the catalyst in her breakdown at Morrigan Manor, the reason she had been fawning around this heartless family for the past however many years even when they looked right through her, even when they forgot she existed, because she could not imagine Nadja not being in her life. She had been able to push the feeling aside until now, but in this moment, the light of a nearby gas lamp bathing her ex-boss in an angelic, amber glow, she was simply irresistible.
The Guide lifted her chin to meet her face, but rather than disgust she found Nadja looking at her with an expression that said “well, go on then”.
“Αγάπη μου, you don’t need to feel so embarrassed. We all have strange desires from time to time. You should never feel like you have to hide them.”
“Really?” The Guide’s voice was small, her knees weak from anticipation, arousal and mostly intimidation.
“Yes!” Nadja took her hand in her own and The Guide shivered, it had been so many years since someone had wanted to touch her in any capacity, even just the brush of Nadja’s fingertips was enough to spark a burning in her core which radiated outwards until she felt her whole body trembling. Nadja lifted their hands until they were so close to the Guide’s face the smell of those savoury, metallic notes of iron peppering her fingers drove her to near madness. “After all,” She looked down at the woman with an expression somewhere between mockery and admiration, “I’d rather the blood wasn’t wasted.”
The Guide hesitated for a moment, her mouth slightly agape, then Nadja nodded. She was tentative at first, dabbing her tongue in gentle strokes over Nadja’s knuckles, but then the taste was slipping down her throat, delicate yet bold. It overtook her and she hummed, flattening her tongue and licking from there to Nadja’s long silent pulse point, swirling her tongue over it and shivering as the woman let out a breathy moan. She wondered if Nadja was enjoying this just as much as she was.
She had lapped up every drop on Nadja’s arm now, but that hunger still flared within her. Lifting her eyes, she looked expectantly to Nadja who tipped her chin up with that now clean hand, tracing The Guide’s lips with a still bloody finger before slipping two of those gleaming, cardinal digits into her mouth. The other woman didn’t hesitate in sucking them clean, curling her tongue around them, she let out a delighted groan. Then, something she had never expected happened, as Nadja leaned in and claimed her lips with her own, relishing in the taste still lingering on The Guide’s tongue.
Deepening the kiss, The Guide stumbled, backing Nadja against the wall and pinning her hand either side of her head. There was something so new and exciting about this dynamic, her being in control for once, Nadja completely at her disposal. The thought sent a pulsing heat racing between her thighs and she pulled away, gasping for air she didn’t need before setting to work licking the plasma for Nadja’s cheeks. Then her jawline. Then her chin. Before she knew it, she was lapping and kissing and sucking at Nadja’s neck, until new red marks joined the smeared evidence of her run in at the graveyard.
She hadn’t even noticed Nadja had broken free and was undoing the studded fastening at the nape of her neck, slipping her dress lower to expose the bloody tracks running down her collarbone and into her decolletage. The Guide’s eyes widened at the sight and she looked to Nadja for permission, she was quickly met with a hand nestling in the curls at the back of her head, guiding her lower. She responded instantly, concentrating her efforts on Nadja’s cleavage, pulling her dress down further to expose her pert, ivory breasts. Redoubling her efforts, her hand wandered around to rest on Nadja’s lower back, gliding over her hips and teasing the crease of her thighs.
Feeling far too confident, she came back up to kiss Nadja, their bodies writhing against one another in perfect rhythm. Slipping a hand over the other woman’s thigh, she began to lift her dress, eager to taste the rest of her-
But something stopped her. Nadja’s hand stilled her own and she pulled away from the kiss, grinning that cheeky, knowing grin that The Guide knew all too well.
“Thank you for saving me so much time.” She chuckled in that coy way that drove The Guide wild and shimmied out from where she had been pinned, pushing open the door to the library and strolling in as though nothing had happened.
What the fuck was that?! The Guide remained, her chest heaving and her hands held aloft, wondering how she could have been so blind. Of course Nadja didn’t want her. As always, she had been using her to get what she needed most in the moment. Panting, she leaned against the wall, holding her head in her hands and pushing away the hollow ache in her core.