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

Vera VS Larry

Vera knows better than to show her Vampire strength or speed. She would show Vera attitude. She looked over at Larry in the stance. "Boxing? Really?"

Vera walked over to him in what I can only call a sexy saunter. For me, sexier than average because of the baby bump.

Vera pregnant is Jessica shaped. Every cultural fertility symbol you ever saw. The breasts, the belly, and hips. All there. The Succubus that got caught.

That same cat-like walk distracted Larry, and the idiot looked her over like she is curvy candy. He has always wanted her. She has always been his unattainable, forbidden fruit.

Vera sucker-punched Larry in the face.

Not hard. Enough to let Larry know his hands being up and ready are no defense, especially when he is drooling over her body behind them.

There were Siren groans at that early hit. Some realized they are about to lose money. Others probably felt Larry's pain. Not that Sirens at this young age are known for their empathy, so I guess it is mostly about the money.

I sipped my beer and leaned on the bar. Since Leslie is right on the other side, I asked her casually: "So. How are you today?"

Leslie loved the tone, gave me a shit-eating grin. "Watching Larry get pasted by Vera? Best day ever, hon."

Larry looked dazed at the snap punch. That was unexpected, and I think he realized suddenly he is in deep trouble. His being 'twice her size' is not going to help him.

Vera stood, arms at her sides, relaxed, watching Larry process that. The point of the snap hit is that it is a taunt. She could have ended it right there, but Vera is playing with her prey.

"You ready now, Larry?" Vera asked. "That was just to get your mind off my body. Only Adrian gets to perv out on me like that, and that is because I said he could. I want him to."

"Me too." Leslie added loud enough for Larry to hear. The fuck with Larry game continues.

Larry glanced my way. I waved. Larry realized that could get him punched in the face and looked back at Vera. Vera is playing the Siren 'I am claimed' card. It is not only me. Lots of people at Casa de Gato are encouraged to lust after Vera by Vera.

Helen is going to be sorry she missed this. I looked over at Morgan and saw she is recording it on her phone. For Helen, I assume.

Larry hunched, looked a little angry. Moved in to close the space between the two fighters, jabbed with his left hand. He appeared to have decided it is OK to try to hit Vera now.

'Try' being the keyword.

Vera dodged that jab easily, and then two more. A left / right combo that swished through vacant air. Larry transmits each blow ahead of time. Vera is trained up in reading that body language. She is married to an Astral, so body language is something their corner of the family knows about.

I asked Leslie, "Since you have all that money in your hands, can I go grab another beer from behind the bar?"

"Sure, hon. Help yourself. Squeeze my tush while you are back here." Leslie invited.

"Me too. Beer, I mean." Morgan said.

"Me three. Also, you can squeeze Leslie's tush for me." Jessica added.

"Damn it!" Angel said since she can't drink right now. "Vera, would you hurry up? Quit playing with your toy. I need to pee."

I looked around the room as I walked around behind the bar to access the beer cooler. I did not squeeze Leslie's attractive rear. It's either part of the game or more trouble than I want to get into. Either way, hands-off.

The Siren men in the room are torn between looking at the fight and looking at Angel. The effect Astrals have on Sirens, raised to a higher level because she is a pregnant Astral.

I walked around, handed out the beers. Went back to the bar and handed one to Leslie. "Here. You look thirsty."

"Thanks, Hon! You know my brand!" Leslie enthused. Of course I do. She has to remember everyone's drinks. I just have to remember a few.

As I bartended, Vera teased Larry, letting him swish away at where she was.

"I waited for you to get back and settled down to watch." Vera told me.

I held up a spare beer. "Thanks, pumpkin. I have a Vera-beer here for you." I said to her.

"OK." Vera said. "Thanks, honey. Just be a minute."

Vera waited, and when the next left jab came, she dislocated Larry's arm. Then a few of the fingers on the left hand. Larry did not manfully scream. More of an 'arg!' kind of sound.

As Larry backed up and groaned, holding his arm away from his body, and pressing at his shoulder with his good arm. Jessica entered the arena of combat and handed Vera some rubber surgical gloves. "Here, dear. I assume you'll want these."

"Thank you!" Vera said as if Jessica handed her a puppy or a kitten. She pulled them on.

Gloves secure, Vera pants'ed Larry, and got the underwear too, all in one stroke. She then swept his legs with a hook of her ankle to his ankles, where the pants and undies now resided. Larry hit the floor flat on his back. Good thing: If he had landed on the dislocated shoulder, he would have screamed in a most undignified way.

Vera knelt and grabbed. "Thank god for these gloves! You think of everything a girl dating Larry could ever want, Jessica! Let's see. Left nut, I think."

Now Larry did scream.

Vera asked me as she controlled Larry's squirming: "Adrian? Do you have that little pen knife? I am thinking I should carve my initials right here, on this left one."

"Are you claiming that one?" I asked. "I mean you can if you want to, but you can't bring it home with you."

"Ehw! No." Vera said in disgust, then let Larry go and stood up. She waved at the terrified Siren on the floor. "All yours, Jessica."

"Gee. Thanks." Jessica said, then knelt and looked at Larry's hand. "OK. Nice job. I can put all these back where they were."

Jessica worked. Larry cursed.

"Shoulder too." Jessica commented as she progressed with her Siren repairs.

Vera took the no-alcohol so-called 'Vera Beer' from me, her eyes alight with joy. "Thanks, dear."

"No problem, my sweet. Nice work. I thought the underwear going in the same shot with the pants was a nice touch!" I complimented.

"Practice. Sometimes I am in a hurry to get to the good stuff." Vera said. "Although in his case, not without gloves, because yuck."

Vera swigged, made a face, looked at the bottle.

"I hate this shit. You put this kid in me so you better kiss me now." Vera said, and I did.

I pulled my head away from a kiss turning into Vampire baby bonding quickly. "Leslie? Enough cash there for a round for the house?" I asked.

Leslie looked at the wad of cash. "Easy. Two rounds even."

"OK then. Whatever everyone wants." I said.

The Siren crowd took that news positively.

Jessica asked the crowd at the bar: "Hey: Could someone get a bag of ice for his balls? The left little boy is going to be blue. As in black and blue."

Morgan sighed dramatically. "Fine. I will. Leslie and Vera are going to be busy getting everyone drinks..."

Angel zoomed off to the ladies' room, show over.