Fan Fiction ❯ For the Love of Vampires ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three

 

Safiria came to slowly. She was still very weak, but she could move all her limbs. Maria was sitting on the chair next to her bed. She was happily chewing away on a sandwich Zorbak had, reluctantly, made her not ten minutes ago. (She had given the Moglin a friendly rub on the head and a quick kiss. The moglin began belly crawling out of the room coughing and choking out “Bath! I need a BATH!!”)

 

“Morning. Sleep well?” Maria asked. Safiria managed a weak smile. She was, for the first time, grateful to see someone new. What if she was not there when the vampire took her fall? A thought she didn't want to think .

 

“Still a bit tired, but yes, very well. How long have you been there?” She asked trying to sit up. Maria smiled, closing her eyes kindly.

 

“I haven't moved from this spot for two days. Since you collaspes. Well, I have for certain nessecities. Food, water, relief. That kind of thing. But more or less, I've been here.” The Guardian finished her sandwich and put the plate under her chair. This was the first time she was truly happy. Safiria, that was. She had met someone, finally, who wanted to help her more then hurt her.

 

“You're so kind, Maria. What would I do without you?” Safiria noticed her guest had removed her armor. She was wearing a white tanktop and denim shorts. Her socks when all the way up her legs, ending at her knees. She wasn't wearing any shoes nor gloves of any kind. Something unusual of Guardians, who usually dressed head-to-toe, leaving nothing exposed save their faces. Even those were, on occasion, helmeted. Maria had her legs crossed at her ankles and was swinging them back and forth like a socked pendulum. Dressed this way made the Guardian far more approachable, and she seemed more, human, more feminine.

 

“Care for a drink?” The Guardian asked, interrupting Safiria's thought process. The vampire looked to the end table where a tall, ornately decorated goblet made it's home.

 

“Oh, no. I don't drink much. Thank you, though.” She didn't drink anything except something she didn't want to press on Maria.

 

“Oh, I think you'll like it. Took forever to actually convice Zorbak to attack me. For a necromancer, he doesn't like to do much attacking. Maybe he preferrs the necromancing to the killing.” Maria mused. Then, the smell hit her. She could sniff out what she desired most. Blood. She managed to gather enough strength to scoot over to look inside the goblet. Sure enough, it was filled to the brim with the crimson liquid.

 

“How did you…” She began, but stopped when she noticed the gash that ran from her wrist to her elbow. She had actually drew her own blood to feed someone who was hated amongst men for being monsters. Without another word, she snatched up the goblet and began to drink from it. As Maria watched she was reminded of one of her friends, Crystal Lion the first time she tried Yulgar's `special blend'. She thought it was some kind of new potion capable of healing all wounds. It turned out to be a new form of alcohol. A very strong, potent and very foul smelling alcohol. Well, Yulgar poured a huge stien full of it, and like nothing, Crystal downed all of it.

 

She was drunk for a month afterwards, and Amani actually managed to convince her to give Maria a lap dance. (Something Maria furiously tried to decline from. Which was difficult due to Maria's own state of intoxication.) Grodd's face was beet red.

 

The clink of Safiria putting the goblet back on the table knocked Maria back into the now. She looked at her host. She appeared much stronger. What little color she had left in her skin had returned, and she could tell she was feeling better. The vampress used her tongue to mop up the remainder that was clinging for dear life onto her lips.

 

“Ohhh.” Safiria moaned. “I feel like a new vampire! Like day one!” She tossed the covers off of her body and hopped out of bed. She cracked her back and neck to loosen up. “Thank you. I owe you my unlife twice all ready.”

 

“Twice?” Maria asked, slightly confused.

 

“Well, my best guess to why that werewolf was out here in the first place was to try to attack me. And in my previous condition, if may just have well done so. Therefore, in killing it, you have saved my unlife. And in providing so much blood without a single consideration for your own life, you have saved me again. How can I ever repay you? I have so little earthly possessions, I'm afraid I cannot pay you…” Safiria explained.

 

“Nonsense. I need no payment. Your gratetude is enough for me.” She smiled. Safiria hugged Maria, trying to ignore the scent of blood that was so pungent on her. As for the Guardian, she found if odd to be held in such a way. Expecially by another woman. She was happy nontheless to have helped someone. She had, after all, vowed to protect anyone who needed protected. The very foundation of Guardianship. She returned Safiria's embrace.

 

“SAFIRIA! ARE YOU UP YET!?” A small voice came from downstairs. “FOR A DEAD GIRL YOU SLEEP WAY TOO MUCH!” It continued. It was Zorbak. He was calling from the parlor. Safiria released Maria and turned to the door. She shook her head, holding her happy expression, then bellowed throught the door:

“I'M UP YOU UNGRATEFUL MIDGIT!” Maria cleaned her ears with her little finger. She had quite the voice. She even sounded refined while she was mindlessly shouting through about five different obstructions to the moglin downstairs. The Guardian stood and opened the door, and shouted after Safiria finished.

 

“She's feeling better now!” Safiria was feeling better. The drink so graciously provided by Maria had supercharged her with newfound energy. She could still smell her blood. It was coming off of the gash in her arm.

 

“Is that going to be okay?” The vampire asked, taking up Maria's arm.

 

“This, oh, yea!” She started, trying to put Safiria's mind at ease. “I heal up faster then a starfish! I'll be fine in a couple of days. Just you see.” She smiled again, waving the problem away.

 

“Here, let me fix it for you. You'll never even know it was there.”

“Well…okay…” Maria said uneasily. The vampire pulled her arm up to her mouth, slowly opened her lips, and drew her tounge up the cut. As it passed, the wound was gone. Just like it was never there. A strange sensation bolted up Maria's arm, into her spine, then made a permanent pit-stop at her heart. Apparently, the same thing had happened to Safiria.

 

The Guardian didn't know what to think, let alone say. She was too stunned to move. She just kept her arm poised there. She felt cold inside. But not a normal wintery cold. It was more of an affectionate cold. Like she had just realized a piece of her was missing, and that piece was holding her arm.

 

Something similar had happened to Safiria. Her instincts stopped working. The only feeling she had ever felt, her desire for blood, had completely faded. For that select moment, she had felt human. The first time she had done so in over three hundred years.

 

“I don't suppose you have any other…old wounds that need patched, do you?” The vampire asked, squinting suggestivly at Maria. Who said nothing.