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

The Larry Sh*t Show

Jessica and I came through the utterly kitschy swinging double doors into the saloon half of 'The Firehouse'. Larry is sitting at his table. Leslie is running the bar here today, not down at Holly's. She looked up from whatever she is working on behind the bar and broke into a grin. Leslie loves it when Larry is in trouble.

Vera is standing next to the table, between Morgan and Angel. Larry currently looked up at them with no small amount of fear in his eyes. In Larry's head, the three angry women are a Vampire, a Siren, and an Astral.

Normally an Astral would be an object of fascination for him, so it is a measure of his current fear Angel is not where his eyes are tracking. Mostly they are flickering between Vera and Morgan.

Morgan is giving Larry back a very cool gaze. Cool enough to freeze a pond. No one does that look better than Morgan. Not even Helen.

If Larry knew that the injured party is actually Vampire, with overtones of Siren and Vera's own special Succubus flavor for good measure he would be far more afraid.

There is not technically such a thing as a Succubus. She told a shop owner in New Orleans she is one, and it stuck. Honestly: most Vampires have Succubus traits. Vera lets those tendencies out to play.

If Larry was smart (which remains to be seen: he is still young), he would more afraid of female Sirens than he is. Female Sirens tolerate their men for reasons beyond me. Maybe because that's how the species continues.

Vera is more formidable than Larry comprehends. A Vampire trained by us. She can crunch him into a burrito shape. Bend his arms and legs into whatever position pleases her, like a Gumby. Make him her sex slave forever via her pheromones. Shoot him with a high level of accuracy in any body part she desires with any of the three guns she is packing. Vera is not someone Larry should be pissing off.

Larry saw Jessica and I enter the room, and his eyes went very wide. Larry has seen both of us in combat. He knows what the two of us can do. There is now more Vampire power in the room than all the Sirens added together could handle, not even counting Vera.

By juvenile Siren rules, Vera is mine. I have claimed her, she has accepted that claim. She is pregnant with my child, and that is no secret around here.

I slipped into the character I hate and opened with. "Larry. I hear you have been pawing my woman."

In the Siren hall, I have a persona. A role that I have to play. Why I made Vera Liaison.

Morgan hates this character as much as I do, and it is everything she could do to keep her face set on stone cold and not roll her eyes.

"She is STILL yours?" Larry said, trying to act innocent. Siren claiming and seduction does not last forever. Especially not of a Siren woman. They get restless. They come to their senses. They tell the male to fuck off.

"Larry: That is so very lame. Vera? You still mine?" I asked

"One hundred percent." Vera agreed, her eyes on Larry to enjoy his terror.

I put an arm around Vera possessively. To really sell this, I should have pawed her breast. Like cats. You paw my woman's boob so I do it to claim it back. There are limits to how method I will go in a part. I went for a kiss on her neck instead. Caught her scent.

Oh boy. Vera is pregnant. That means she is bonding. That means if one is not part of that bonding, they are very physically unwelcome.

Vera is married to Angel, but no one here knows that. They see their rings, see they are the same as mine, assume I have claimed both because here I have. They are both pregnant as well.