Reunited, P. 1

[pre-story]I decided to try and write something halloweeny, and with a little help, I came up with this idea. Vampire meets succubus, with an interesting twist! No sex in this part, got carried away with the setup bits, as usual. Not sure if I'll end up continuing this at this point, it's well past Halloween and I got actual commissions to work on now... 
As always, if you like what you see [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Reunited, Part 1

He was looking. Good. Without looking at him, Aleksandria shifted on her stool, her long, shapely, legs uncrossing. Black leather knee-high platform boots swung out, her black, thigh-high stockings parting for just a moment, granting just the barest glimpse of the pale, flawless flesh above them, not quite hidden beneath a short, black-on-gray pleated schoolgirl skirt. It lasted only a moment, before she casually swung the other foot up and crossed them the other way. But any trollop could pull off the Basic Instinct tease. Aleksandria was an artist. While his eyes were still on her, she rolled her spine, drawing his eyes up as her slim, corseted midsection pulled against the laces of her top. The movement continued, pushing her chest out to thrust the gloriously full, pale mounds, already presented deliciously by the corset to even greater prominence, the silver charm dangling off her necklace hanging just above the deep valley of her cleavage. Then, the finisher. Her glossy black-painted lips quirked at the corner, a subtle smirk, and she turned her crimson eyes to meet his. Her face was an image of porcelain perfection, pale, flawless, skin with a photoshoot-ready application of dark makeup that made her red eyes smolder. Not a single strand of long, straight, silky black hair was out of place as she turned to look squarely at him, holding his gaze, as she raised a hand, her fingernails painted black, and crooked her finger, gesturing him closer. He was hooked.

He rose from his seat and walked over, trying so hard to look cool and disinterested while still moving as quickly as possible. He was mostly unremarkable, a typical twenty-something goth boy dressed up in a hot topic halloween costume. Easy prey. Her tongue flicked over the points of her fangs inside her mouth. Another night, another horny boy, another easy meal, another day in the eternal life of a vampire… Honestly, the goth boys were getting boring, but unfortunately, there were only so many ‘scenes’ where incredibly-pale skin and red eyes didn’t seem that out of place. Obediently, her evening meal settled in to sit down on the empty bar stool next to her, and she turned to face him.

As she opened her mouth to speak, a new voice suddenly cut her off, bright and girlish and cheery, the sound alone making her bristle like she’d just heard nails on a chalkboard. “Hey there, stud~! Buy a girl a drink?” It asked, and suddenly her prey wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at the slut that suddenly plopped down onto the bar stool on the opposite side. Aleksandria narrowed her eyes.



She was… well, frankly, she was impressive in every way that your typical boy looked for. Her skin was perfectly tanned, a healthy, warm glow without a single trace of a tan-line. Bright red fuck-me heels that made her long, shapely legs even longer. Creamy thighs, the perfect balance of tone and softness. A red leather skirt so short and tight it looked like she was poured into it, but still managed to show off a juicy bubble-butt you could have balanced a drink on. Her waist seemed impossible, how could a girl with an ass like that have such a tight, toned core? And that didn’t even touch on what was perhaps her most impressive feature, her tits! What the fuck did she eat to get tits like that? She wore a red leather tube-top that was woefully insufficient for the task of containing her enormous knockers, easily E- or even F-cups, like ripe cantaloupes that overflowed her top, both above and below. She had black hair, like hers, but this girl’s was shit shoulder-length and then tied up into twin pigtails, giving her a flirty, girlish sort of look, the polar opposite of Aleksandria’s cool, refined, seductive appearance. She had a red, barb-tipped tail haphazardly attached to her skirt, and a headband with short, curving red horns in her hair, and her full, pillowy lips were painted a deep, eye-catching red. Aleksandria wasn’t usually into girls (well, she wasn’t into almost anyone, at this point), but she couldn’t help but feel an urge to kiss those soft, inviting lips...

Aleksandria shook her head, dismissing the thoughts. Not the time. She glared over at the newcomer, red eyes burning. her meal was about to get snapped up by this… this… Her expression softened. Something about her was… familiar. Incredibly familiar. Which was weird, because she didn’t exactly have a lot of friends, and she’d never seen a body like hers before. But still there was something… The stranger glanced away from Aleksandria’s would-be meal to look at the competition, a cocky, triumphant smirk, almost a sneer, on her lips, when their eyes met, and they both froze, expressions shifting to shock.

Suddenly, the dinner-to-be was alone at the bar as both girls suddenly stood, and with a wordless flick of the head, they hustled toward the doors in unison. They marched out of the bar and into the night, turning sharply to duck into a nondescript alley.

“What the FUCK.” Aleksandria demanded in a harsh whisper.

“How the fuck should I know?” The stranger hissed back. “What about you?! What the fuck are you doing in... Satan, I can’t beleive I’m saying this… What are you doing in my body?” She demanded in return.

That was why she’d seemed so familiar. The details were changed, exaggerated, enhanced, but Aleksandria recognized that face in an instant. It was the face she’d seen in the mirror every morning for the last hundred years (Yes, vampires CAN see their reflection, at least, nowadays. Mirrors only don’t work if they’re the antique kind, backed with actual silver.). “This is MY body! Why do YOU look like me?” Aleksandria demanded.

The lookalike looked completely stunned by the revelation. “You… The bite.” She breathed, understanding seeming to dawn on her. “You… You’re a vampire?”

“No!” She shot back reflexively, then shook her head. “No, fuck the covenant, I need to know what’s going on, and this is definitely supernatural. Fine, yes, I’m a vampire. What the fuck are you?!”

“I… I’m me. I men, part of me, I guess, if you’re here? I… you… I died, and ended up in hell.” She explained.

“So… Wait. You’re saying we were the same person?”

“I… I think so… Satan, this is so weird…”

“I… I guess that means I’m the body, and you were- or are?- the soul…” Aleksandria muttered, eyes darting as she contemplated the reality before her. “...does this mean I actually don’t have a soul anymore? What the hell?” She muttered, then froze, blinking. “Wait, HELL?! What the fuck?!”

The doppelganger looked momentarily confused. “Oh!” She exclaimed as realization dawned on her, then shook her head. “Don’t worry, it’s not actually bad. The big guy is, like, SUPER strict about who gets in upstairs, so only the most goody-two-shoes holier-than-thou types actually go to heaven. Everyone else ends up in hell, so it’s mostly just like earth, but, like, looser. Ever been to Austrailia?” She asked, then paused. “But then, I guess, also, everyone’s a ghost and nobody can die, so that’s different…”

Aleksandria shook her head. “I’m sorry, you can’t just fucking drop a bomb like ‘I went to hell’ without explanation. If you went to hell, how are you here? Why are you picking up strange guys in goth bars? Why do you look like me, but all... sluttier?” She demanded, then paused, shaking her head “Okay, wait, first, what do you call yourself? We need names to keep this straight.”

“Oh! Good idea!” The soul exclaimed, grinning broadly and bouncing on her toes, her monumental breasts bouncing in her too-small top. “I’ve been going by ‘Lexi’ for the last decade or so, so you can just call me… that.”

Aleksandria nodded. “Nice to meet you, Lexi. I’ve been going by Aleksandria. With a K-S.”

“...Wow, that sounds pretentious as fuck. I’ll just call you Alex.”

Alex frowned slightly. “Excuse me, it sounds exotic and mysterious, so it works for the gothic idiots. For that matter, ‘Lexi’ sounds an amateur porn starlet.”

Lexi giggled. “That’s not far from the truth.”

“...Ew. But, whatever. Just- explain.”

Lexi nodded. “Okay, so, I went to hell. It’s cool, but also boring. Manifesting a physical body takes energy, so most of the time, everyone is all ghosty. And since you don’t have a body to get drunk or eat or fuck with, it’s kinda lame. All you can really do is think and talk and watch stuff. Good entertainment, though, most creative types end up down there. Shakespeare’s adapted with the times really well. Anyways, so, I got bored after twenty years or so, and I joined the succubus program. It’s a pretty good deal. Manifest on earth, experience all the mortal pleasures, then, before you go, fuck some lucky dude’s brains out and harvest the tantric energy it generates.” Lexi explained.

“Sounds… fulfilling?” Aleksandria commented.

Lexi smirked. “If I’m lucky, he is.”

Alex closed her eyes for a moment. “You- Okay, I can’t tell if that was terrible or actually pretty clever.”

“Anyways, it’s a living. What about you? What have you been doing up here all this time?”

Alex gestured at her outfit. “You’re looking at it. I’ve got investments to keep the money flowing, and an active social life would lead to too many questions so… I watch a lot of TV and fuck around on the internet, pick up a new hobby every decade or so. Every couple nights, I get all dressed up and go hunting, pick up some poor sap, drink a pint or two, wipe his memory, then head home again full.”

Lexi looked confused. “No social life? Like, not even other vampires?”

Alex winced. “Eh… vampire politics are super-petty and pretentious, so I try to stay out of them. I’m old and powerful enough I don’t have to worry about the young vamps, and too dangerous for the old ones to mess with without a really good reason. They leave me alone as long as I don’t make them into enemies.”

“So, like regular politics, then?” Lexi asked with a smirk.

“Worse.”

“Eugh.”

“Exactly.” Alex nodded.

Silence fell over the alleyway for a moment. “So… Now what?” Lexi asked.

“Well… I don’t really know. I still have a lot of questions though. Meeting yourself is a rare opportunity.” She commented, stroking her chin for a moment. “I wonder what happens if…” She began, reaching out to take her counterpart’s hand, words abruptly drifting off as the two made skin contact.

It was like connecting a circuit, plugging in a light. Alex felt… everything, all at once. She hadn’t even realized how numb she’d been for the last hundred years until this moment. Without her soul, everything had been… muted, dull, gray. But the moment they touched, it was like a veil had lifted, and all her emotions returned in full force, breathing life, color, and energy back into the world, and she stared, open-mouthed, at her counterpart, like she was seeing her for the very first time. She was overjoyed to experience these things again, the realization that she’d gone so long without them made her sad, made her angry at her sire for stealing them all away, and afraid of what might happen should they separate again.

Lexi, for her part, blinked like her vision was clearing for the first time in ages. She felt the roaring cacophony of emotions quiet, the screaming horde of feelings that had drowned out her ability to think for a century finally calm for once. The dull roar was like music to her ears, sweet peace and calm that had been denied for so long. She could see now. She could think. She’d been out of balance, a chaotic ball of roiling, barely-contained emotional responses. Chasing highs of sensation, physical satisfaction, to ground herself amid the boiling sea of emotions. Sex. Food. Alcohol. Drugs. Those things most sought out to reignite burnt-out emotions, she craved simply to calm the raging storm by forcing a single member of the endless legion to the forefront.

The two halves of the whole stared at each other with matching looks of shock and awe, eyes wide, mouths hanging open as they not only felt what THEY had been denied all these years, but felt each other’s satisfaction as well, the inherent connection between body and soul linking two almost-strangers who could not be more different, and yet, so similar. This connection…

“My-” Alex stammered, swallowing, her throat momentarily dry, her fingers slipping between Lexi’s, clasping tight to her counterpart’s hand, unwilling to let go. “My apartment. It’s not far.”

Lexis fingers closed in return, nodding curtly. “Yes. Right. Perfect. Let’s go.” She agreed, hastily.

The two turned in unison and marched off down the street, hand-in-hand, side-by-side, eyes wide with amazement. Lexi needed no directions, nor to be led, the location as clear in her own mind as it was in Alex’s. Dazed, the two girls walked on, minds struggling to adjust to the new paradigm they shared, looking oddly similar despite their obvious differences, almost like sisters. A gentle breeze kicked up, the cool night air washing over the both of them, and they shared the sensation. The two glanced at each other, each checking if the other had felt what they had, and their eyes met. Smiles slowly spread across their lips, weird, giddy, undeniable smiles, and then, they both began to giggle, their laughter growing louder and louder as they shared this wholly unique experience.