North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

When Do You Sleep?

The introduction to Jessica, Helen, and Denise was priceless. We called from the car and warned them what was up on the way to the house. 'Humans incoming'.

"Oh good. I can't wait!" Jessica chortled. I think any opportunity to get a look at Morgan's past, more or less mess with Morgan indirectly via people from her past is an opportunity not to be missed.

After we hung up, Morgan had sighed. "Great. My wife is an asshole."

After Sam parked his truck, and he and Ken got out, they were greeted in the driveway by the Vampiress welcoming committee. Morgan and I parked in the garage, helpless to prevent the in-their-faces tour de force of those three women. Each has an impact, in their own special way.

None more than Jessica.

"Hi. I am Jessica. You must be Sam, and you must be Ken." Jessica correctly identified them from their descriptions. She shook hands. I was too far away, in the garage, to get scents, but I could read body language well enough to know that both had immediate physical reactions to her Amazonian and intimidating presence. She was doing nothing to minimize her impact. She came in close for the handshake.

A handshake a few millimeters from Jessica is about like going to bed with some women.

According to Angel, Jessica is Gaia. Mother Earth at her most verdant and lush, before global warming started burning things down. Parvati incarnate and pushing 1.9 meters in height, not to mention curves for days. Short and Svelte? No. Impressive and imposing? Yes. A little scary if you are not into the dictionary definition of 'big and tall', especially when she is in close like that. Even if she was a human, she would outweigh either man.

Sam did OK, but I heard Ken inhale and slightly choke from the impact of her very immediate presence.

Helen reached out next and inserted herself. "I am Helen." Her British upper-class accent is a bit more pronounced than normal. Also totally fake since the Royals of the 1400s did not talk like that. Helen's size, coloration, and classic Cameo beauty a contrast in every way to Jessica.

Helen does breathtaking completely differently from Jessica. She does not have Jessica's presence, but she does stone-cold beauty like no other. This time around, Sam seemed to be the one more affected.

As Helen captivated, Morgan subvocalized to me "Did I say asshole, singular? Update. Assholes. Plural. Sam and blonde beauty. Never a good mix."

"Hi. I'm Denise. I'm the not-pushy one." Denise introduced herself after watching Helen's maneuver.

Despite the fact Denise was not going for impact, her comport as a self-confident person (she is a Crew leader, after all) added to her poster-like appearance for feminine southern charm hit Sam again. Sure: She's pushing 600 and was born in Eastern Europe, but she was a madam for 300 years and did not starve doing it. She looks innocent and wholesome. A take home to your parents kind of girl. That made her customers want to take her behind the barn and spoil her innocence. Denise has not been innocent since she was barely a teen, and while that was not by choice, there is a huge body of water between here and there.

"I'm sorry: Is everyone here a kid?" Sam asked once he had quickly regained himself. Even from the garage, it is clear he is wondering if he and Ken had done the right thing coming here.

Jessica, prepared for that, handed Sam her driver's license. "I am not a kid, sir. Here is my DL. You, however, are not the first to say that."

"Usually they are making a pass at her." Helen noted.

"Because they think you are unobtainable." Denise said.

"I often am." Helen sniffed.

"Unless she is a blonde bartender." Denise said.