The Love Bite

Vicious Vampires

Frida ran to her best friend Bjorn's house, covered head-to-toe in clothes. Hiding behind massive sunglasses, she pounded furiously as the door with her gloved hands. "Let me in, I could get hurt!" She whined, battering the door harder. Suddenly, it swung open and and hand reached out to grab her wrists, yanking Frida inside.

"What the hell are you doing?! You could've been seen, idiot." Bjorn scolded. Frida rolled her eyes,  just because you're  older doesn't mean you can treat me like I'm a baby! She thought to herself bitterly.
"Uh, yes it does!" Bjorn sneered, shoving her into a chair.
"Hey, you shouldn't read my thoughts without my permission." She stamped her foot crossly.
"My dear lady, you do it to me all the time." He punched her arm jokingly.
"What a gentleman you are." Frida glared maliciously.
"You love me really." He grinned.
"Don't be too sure of that, mister. Now, what was so urgent that you couldn't wait to see me tonight at the hunt?" She asked nonchalantly, though her green eyes betrayed a hint of interest. It was a common myth amongst humans that vampires had purely red eyes, when really you could only see tiny scarlet splashes up close. That was a good thing though, for it meant they would never suspect Frida one jot.

"Well, I- I need your advice on something..." Bjorn's words faded away.
"What kind of advice?" Frida looked at him sceptically.
"Advice on love, I know you're good about that sort of thing." His eyes began to shine hopefully.
"Oooh, who is the lucky one? Is it Lena? I don't like her, she's not the best person for you." Frida remembered how the younger vampire had challenged her, so Frida may or may not have shown her who's boss....

"Not exactly, it's no one you know anyway." Bjorn chuckled, avoiding her gaze.
"Oh, you're no fun! Is it a vampire from a different coven?" She questioned.
"Kind of-"
"SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!" Frida laughed, not looking away.
"She's not from a coven that you might expect..." Bjorn blushed.
"You know I'm the progressive one out of all of us! Come on Bjorny, you know I'd accept any vampire no matter what coven, as long as they have some morals." She pleaded.

"That's the thing Frid, she's a witch...." When Bjorn said that she thought she might throw up.
"How could you?! After everything that happened to us, after everything they put us through?! Witches kill vampires Bjorn! That's why we've had to be in hiding all these years. They're the reason." The redhead exploded, shoving him away from her.

"She's not like that Anni-Frid, Agnetha's different!" He jumped to her defence.
"Agnetha. How old is your precious Agnetha?" She purred back, though there was a sharpness he'd not heard before.
"None of your business." He replied shortly.
"How old?" Bjorn had never been scared of Frida before, not once. He was older, had more experience. People said she was special, powerful, ruthless. Dangerous even. He'd never believe them until now.

"18.." Bjorn winced.
Frida's eyes widened before coldly replying, "And how old are you?"
"You know how old I am!"
"Answer the fucking question, Bjorn." She spoke softly, and that frightened him even more.
"240... but-"
"I'm sorry?" Frida feigned deafness.
"240." He sighed.
"That's a what... 222 year age gap." Frida's laugh felt like poison.
"If I knew you'd react like this I never would've told you!" Bjorn wanted to cry.
"I wish you hadn't." She put her head in her hands, hair covered a majority of her face.

"Frida... there's something else I've been keeping from you. I'm leaving the coven. Witches and werewolves, they aren't what we think they are. They aren't what we've been told. You'd really like Aggie, and I've even  made friends with this werewolf called Benny, and I think you'd like him even more." His voice cracked at the sight of her tears.

"Anni-Frid, listen-" He reached out to pat her shoulder, but she jerked away.
"Get away from me, traitor. Get out." Frida spat viciously.
"This is my house!"
"I DON'T BLOODY CARE!" Her eyes burnt bright red, a wild look crossing her face.
"Listen to me, please. The coven won't help you anymore, it only restricts possibilities. What if you fell in love with a werewolf, witch, or even a human?! Would you restrict yourself for the coven? Would you stop loving them?" Bjorn tried to grab her attention.
"Bjorn, let's face it, I'm 230, never have been in love and most likely never will be." She sighed. "And anyway, I'd never fall in love with anyone but a vampire. It'd be too risky for both of us."

"Let yourself love, Frida. There's something different about Agnetha, I can't explain it. But she's simply magical." He sighed, rubbing his head.
"I- I can't because eventually they'd leave me." She croaked.
"Live in the now. We have quite literally all the time in the world, allow yourself to be free."
"I am free." Frida muttered defiantly.
"We're not, not here. Don't be blind, Frida. Don't let them manipulate you. I'm going tonight whether you like it or not but I want you to come with me. Once I've gone, they'll show you no mercy."
"It seems like you are the one to try and manipulate me! I should go and report you right this instance." Frida turned to leave but he blocked the way. She was not pleased about this and made to bite him but Bjorn backed away just in time.

"Anni-Frid, you're my little sister, my best friend. We may not be related by our parenthood but when you were born I made a promise to protect you. In 230 years I have never broken that promise, and I don't plan to start now. I will come to you before the hunt and we will leave this place. My friend Benny has offered us a place to stay up in Stockholm, and I beg you to come with me-" He was interrupted by Frida yet again.
"Hang on, hang on, hang on- you want to live with a werewolf?! Bjorn, it's in their nature to decapitate us on sight, don't be a fool. How can you be sure he's not just spinning you some tale to draw you in, huh? And what would I do about Mormor?"

He hadn't thought about that point. Agny was a frail old vampire, well over 2000 years old. She came to their coven with her heavily pregnant daughter when Bjorn was a mere 10 years old. Apparently the baby's father was murdered by wild humans, and he couldn't escape. Synni was distraught and never recovered. She died from an animal's contaminated blood when Frida was not even 2 years old, and ever since that moment had been raised by her grandmother. They couldn't leave Agny. He wouldn't let her die in pain and confusion.

"We'll tell her to move to another coven." He said firmly.
Frida scoffed, "Just a simple, move to another coven? Have you met my grandmother?! She's the most intrusive vampire in the world! She won't just accept that, and you know it too!"
"Well you come up with a reason then!" Bjorn scowled.
"I'm not even going with you!" She sounded like a moody child.
"Pack a bag my friend, I'm not leaving you behind." Bjorn hugged her suddenly.
Despite everything he was like her big brother, the sibling she never had, and so reluctantly she relaxed into the hug.
"If they try to kill me can I kill them first?" Frida whined.
"Frida..." he sounded ready to tell her off. "Does that mean you'll come with me?" He asked excitedly.

"No, I'm not sure yet. The first job is convincing Mormor to go to a different coven with letting the Nörklits know. I won't having Mona bitching in my face if we get caught." Frida glared.
"That's not the only thing they'd do to us if we are captured." Bjorn grimaced at the ideas that were invading his brain. Frida plainly ignored this and continued, "And we'd need to come up with a proper plan. We haven't got much time, but I think I can make it work." She began to think of elaborate escape routes.
"Why did you change your mind?" Bjorn asked curiously.
"Again, I haven't fully yet. It will be a big, probably very frightening step. But I need adventure, it'll be good for me." The scarlet haired beauty conceded.
"You never fail to surprise me, Lyngstad." Bjorn patted her head. She got up and walked away, but turned around at the last second. "You know I'm very spontaneous, Bjorny." Frida winked, before slipping out of the house.

Note:
Hello my darlings! This is just a short story I will be writing until around the end of Autumn, or maybe even less! It will definitely not be my main projects (those titles belong to 'TF' and 'RM' respectfully) but I am a huge fan of paranormal/ fantasy and there is barely any ABBA based fiction around that, so I decided to grace you once again with my ideas!

PS. English is my first language and I pride myself on vocabulary etc, but I often write when half-asleep (thankfully I'm very much awake at present due to it actually being a reasonable time when posting for once!) so I often forget to edit😅

Kisses,

K💋