Tiffany and Layla: Betrayals to Scars
“...And the whole time he was cheating on me. Two years. With the same girl. I'd forgive a little fling, that's just who he is, but this was different. And the way she was bragging about it. Nailing him even when he was... feeling different.” Layla said through her sobs. “You wouldn't so something like that to me me, would you Tiff?”
“At that, Tiff burst into tears herself. “I'm so sorry,” she said as she hugged Layla. I've been lying to you since we first met. I'm a, I'm a slayer. Or at least I'm supposed to be. I've tried to kill you, but I, I, I couldn't. I like you too much, you're my beast friend. Betrayed my family heritage by not killing you, betrayed you by trying to and lying to you. I'm so sorry. You're my best friend and I've loved to you constantly and betrayed you and you'll never forgive all my lying...”
Tiff kept talking. Rambling really. Her mind went off in a different direction, though, when she realised what she'd said. Loved to you? Heh heh. I didn't mean that, did I? I hope she didn't notice, I mean I barely did but I do. Now that I think about it, I do. I love her. But I've broken her trust and she'll never forgive me and she'll overpower me and drink me dry and my family honor will be as...
Tiff's mind kept spinning, and she kept talking and blathering. Until Layla kissed her. Not a bite, not on the neck. Right on the mouth. Such a tender kiss, from such a monster. A few tears still trickled down Tiff's cheeks. They felt beautiful; a few drops of warm rain on a summer afternoon.
“I'm not a killer, if it makes you feel better. Not everyone I've drank has been happy about it, but no one died. At least, not directly. I don't keep track of them, some are a little woozy, maybe someone...” and now it was Tiff turn to stop Layla's rambling. Holding the vamp to her, Tiff realised how smooth, supernaturally smooth her hair and skin where. Not quite sure whether she meant Layla's kiss or confession, “It does make me feel better.”
“Then you'll love this.” Holding each other, they eased themselves down. Time passed.
“I think, I think that if...” Tiff paused to wriggle and gasp. “If you can control yourself right there don't control yourself there! Oh, HA! But if you won't lose control, umm I think I'd like you to bite me just a little. I mean I think I'd like it a lot, but just a small little bite.”
“I don't think I could harm you either, Tiffany. I'll be gentle.” Layla kissed Tiff's shoulders and neck. “Ready?” Tiffany nodded, a little nervous with anticipation. A quick shock, with a little pain. But as she remembered to breath and the flow began, the feeling was astonishing. As though her's and Layla's hearts were beating as one.
Layla ended her drink. “So sweet. So beautifully, more than any I've...” Distracted by sensation, she didn't continue. As the languid evening passed together, Tiff returned a few friendly nibbles of her own.
Later, much later, as Tiffany nestled under Layla's arm, she thought back to Layla's ex. “I hope this isn't opening a wound, but could you have been compelling him without realising it? After what happened with Faith...”
“What happened with me?” Faith asked. Tiff looked about in shock. The end of Lit class. “Either you were talking in your sleep or you were thinking about me very loudly. So what did
happen. Was it fun?” The esper gave a sly smile.
“Oh, you remember. The other day in the cafeteria? When they ran out of those little milks?” Tiff laughed nervously.
Whatever you say, Winters,” Faith said. She rolled her eyes and walked away with a few members of her harem.
Tiffany picked up her books and left the classroom. As she walked down the hall toward Algebra, she rubbed her neck and regretted not finding any scars.