The Stanley Parable Daily Oneshots!!

Day Two: It's only culture!! (Mariella X Curator)

The Curator was in her office going through some of the loose scripts the Narrator had written and never done a single thing with. She seemed to hate certain ones, specifically ones that involved Stanley and the Narrator being in love. It made her feel grossed out. She wasn't one for liking romantic relationships. She has been asked out by Mariella but she said she would rather wait for a while, just to see if their relationship grows. The Curator considers this courtship, Mariella calls it fun.

The Curator then found one the Narrator put in the pile of ones for her and Mariella to test out. She took short glances at it before shrugging and mumbling: "Might as well test one..." She said. She turned to the hallway and yelled out to Mariella. "Hey darling!? May we test out one of those stories that Narrator wrote for us?!" Curator waited for Mariella to reply. Mariella walked back into the room and looked at the Curator. "What's it about??" She asked. The Curator shrugged. "It seems to be one of bonding. Shall we try?" The Curator asked. Mariella nodded. She seemed eager to try.

The Curator then walked to the scanning computer. She put the paper against it and scanned it. Then the two loaded in. This time, Mariella was not the one sat in the office at the beginning. It was instead the Curator. The Curator looked around the office then cleared her throat. "I must have loaded the story wrong... Uh- Mariella?? Where are you? Shall I reset...?" She said, yet no reply.

This made the Curator shiver. It felt way too ominous. She wondered where Mariella was... why was she missing? Was she in danger?! The Curator stood up and saw a shadow run past her. She froze in shock. "What...?" She mumbled under her breath. She was about to walk out of the room to look around but then felt something hold her back... or someone...

A giggle came behind her. It was Mariella. "Carie!! I'm a vampire!!" Mariella said with a giggle. The Curator shivered. "Interesting, Mariella..." The Curator mumbled under her breath. Mariella leaned down near the Curator's neck. Her breath lingering off of her tongue. The Curator closed her eyes. "Mariella... I presume that since you are a vampire, to end this story you might have to suck my blood..." The Curator said as she shifted in Mariella's grip a bit. Mariella's eyes widened at the thought of tasting the Curator's blood.

"...Only if you would like to of course." The Curator added. She leaned her head back onto Mariella's shoulder. Mariella found this inviting. Her hunger for blood growing. She wrapped her hands around the Curator, holding her in place as she leaned down to where her jugular is. She licked and kissed there a few times. The Curator squeaked a bit.

"Please... Be gentle though..." The Curator whispered. Mariella laughed out loud. "Oh please..." She said. "It's a vampire bite, silly! It will hurt, no matter how hard I try and be gentle." She continued. The Curator let out a small gasp.

Before anything else was said, Mariella sunk her fangs down into the Curator's neck. The Curator gasped and groaned a bit. Mariella watched the blood leak out of the two wounds. It made her feel complete. She started to suck at the wound gently, causing the blood to be drained out of the Curator. She kept gently moaning with pain in her tone. It hurt but she couldn't do much.

Mariella drank the blood like it was nothing but a glass of red wine. She loved it. Her hands rubbed the Curator's arms gently to try and comfort her. The Curator felt herself getting lightheaded. Her body shaking gently but this did not stop Mariella. She needed to complete her goal and end this story. 

It was a while of this and the Curator couldn't take it anymore... It hurt and it needed to end. She fell limp in Mariella's arms and Mariella chuckled. She had complete her goal. She let the Curator fall limp to the floor and she stood above her. She wiped the blood off her lips with a chuckle. "You tasted delicious..." She said as they both ended this. The text apeared.

THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END...

They both fell into the Curator's office with a heavy breath. The Curator was panting her lungs out. Mariella was panting in a pleasured way. She laughed out loud. "That was awesome!!" She yelled. The Curator looked shocked. "Fun?! I had my blood drank out by you! You call that fun?!" She replied with anger. Mariella just smiled at the Curator. The Curator then sighed and walked up to Mariella. She put a hand on her cheek and kissed her on the cheek. Mariella blushed. The Curator smiled and started to walk out. "Go have fun and hang out with Stanley."

"He's not my brother!! He's a friend!"

"So what."

Word Count: 832

(Yeah that's all for today. I'm excited to keep writing these!!)