Fall Fest Bingo/ Holiday Prompts Bingo 22
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kiramaru7Title: Never Knew What Bit Her
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 22; a picture of what looks like “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” fanart
Fandom: Original
Characters: Betsey Smith, Mike
Word count: 819
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Betsey, who loved shows like “Supernatural” and “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” finds herself in a situation that would be at home on either show…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table. Please also note that this was supposed to be posted way back in October.
Betsey Smith loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Scooby Doo, and Supernatural. She wanted to be a Hunter like the Winchester brothers, but she was not a huge fan of flannel. Buffy was more her style, and yet, there was something about Velma’s oversized sweaters and sensible shoes that appealed her. So she started her senior year in high school dressed in what she called “a sexy version of Velma.” Betsey had a feeling Dean Winchester would approve just like the guys in school.
She sat in math class, bored to tears, as she looked out the window. Across the street was a creepy dilapidated house that everyone “knew” was haunted. It had to be, since the old lady with the zillion cats that lived there was obviously a witch and there was an ancient cemetery next door. Betsey wondered if there were zombies living there too. She had hoped there were vampires living there, as it would have been cool to meet one and do a Buffy on it. That got her thinking about vampires in general. She wondered if they were cute and sparkled like Edward from “Twilight,” or were more like Angel, all broody-like. Maybe they were like Lestat all sexy and yummy (even if Tom Cruise was an old geezer by now), or maybe they were more like the vampires from What We Do in the Shadows, dropping F-bombs and living basically normal lives.
Lost in thought, she did not notice the new kid had sat down next to her until he leaned over and poked her with his pencil. Betsey frowned as she looked over at him. She could not help smiling at him as he was really cute. “What?”
“This class sucks.” He smiled at her.
“I know, right? Unfortunately, you need some sort of math class in order to graduate.”
“Yeah…” He leaned closer. “I’m Mike by the way.”
“Betsey.” She scribbled the math problem in her notebook and made an attempt at solving it. Looking over at Mike, she noticed he was just sitting there, doing nothing. Before she could say anything, he grinned and said,
“You want to cut your next class and go hang out by the bleachers?”
“Ummm, okay.” He’s cute and I think he likes me! At least I hope he likes me…
Mike nodded, and leaning forward, he pretended to pay attention to the teacher.
When class was over, the two of them dropped their books off at their lockers and headed outside towards the bleachers. Betsey giggled when he took her hand and led her under them. It was where all the cool kids went to grab a smoke or make out. She had been there once in her sophomore year with the captain of the football team. She really liked him, but had panicked when he stuck his hand up her shirt. It had taken her all year to live that down and she was relieved when the boys had left her alone her junior year. Besides, she had a lot of fun experimenting with her best friend, until she found a boyfriend. Betsey sighed, unintentionally encouraging Mike.
He kissed her, sliding his tongue past her lips as he cupped her arse, pulling her close. When they came up for air, he ground his hips against hers and she giggled. Mike wished she would take that silly sweater off as he wanted nothing more than to sink in his fangs into her left breast and drink her dry. Turning up the charm, he wormed his hands under it and fondled her breasts.
This time Betsey did not panic. Unable to control her desire, she found herself pulling her sweater up over her head, dropping it on the ground. Heedless of being seen, her bra quickly followed. She lay on the ground, letting him have his way with her. Hiking up her skirt, Betsey spread her legs.
It took all of Mike’s self-control to keep from biting her and sucking her dry. He doubted she would have felt his fangs sink into her breast, but he wanted to be sure that when she cried out, it was at the peak of her pleasure. Mike found his victims tasted better that way, so he teased her sex through her damp panties as he nibbled on her breasts. When she begged him to take her panties off, he knew she was ripe for the picking, or in his case, sucking…
They found her naked body under the bleachers, later that day. It looked like a case of rough sex gone badly, or a possible rape, except for the fact she had been completely drained of blood. It was all very strange and oddly enough, the kind of thing Betsey would have loved, if she were alive. No one saw anything or heard anything. Those who had seen her said they saw her heading towards the bleachers by herself…
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 22; a picture of what looks like “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” fanart
Fandom: Original
Characters: Betsey Smith, Mike
Word count: 819
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Betsey, who loved shows like “Supernatural” and “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” finds herself in a situation that would be at home on either show…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table. Please also note that this was supposed to be posted way back in October.
Betsey Smith loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Scooby Doo, and Supernatural. She wanted to be a Hunter like the Winchester brothers, but she was not a huge fan of flannel. Buffy was more her style, and yet, there was something about Velma’s oversized sweaters and sensible shoes that appealed her. So she started her senior year in high school dressed in what she called “a sexy version of Velma.” Betsey had a feeling Dean Winchester would approve just like the guys in school.
She sat in math class, bored to tears, as she looked out the window. Across the street was a creepy dilapidated house that everyone “knew” was haunted. It had to be, since the old lady with the zillion cats that lived there was obviously a witch and there was an ancient cemetery next door. Betsey wondered if there were zombies living there too. She had hoped there were vampires living there, as it would have been cool to meet one and do a Buffy on it. That got her thinking about vampires in general. She wondered if they were cute and sparkled like Edward from “Twilight,” or were more like Angel, all broody-like. Maybe they were like Lestat all sexy and yummy (even if Tom Cruise was an old geezer by now), or maybe they were more like the vampires from What We Do in the Shadows, dropping F-bombs and living basically normal lives.
Lost in thought, she did not notice the new kid had sat down next to her until he leaned over and poked her with his pencil. Betsey frowned as she looked over at him. She could not help smiling at him as he was really cute. “What?”
“This class sucks.” He smiled at her.
“I know, right? Unfortunately, you need some sort of math class in order to graduate.”
“Yeah…” He leaned closer. “I’m Mike by the way.”
“Betsey.” She scribbled the math problem in her notebook and made an attempt at solving it. Looking over at Mike, she noticed he was just sitting there, doing nothing. Before she could say anything, he grinned and said,
“You want to cut your next class and go hang out by the bleachers?”
“Ummm, okay.” He’s cute and I think he likes me! At least I hope he likes me…
Mike nodded, and leaning forward, he pretended to pay attention to the teacher.
When class was over, the two of them dropped their books off at their lockers and headed outside towards the bleachers. Betsey giggled when he took her hand and led her under them. It was where all the cool kids went to grab a smoke or make out. She had been there once in her sophomore year with the captain of the football team. She really liked him, but had panicked when he stuck his hand up her shirt. It had taken her all year to live that down and she was relieved when the boys had left her alone her junior year. Besides, she had a lot of fun experimenting with her best friend, until she found a boyfriend. Betsey sighed, unintentionally encouraging Mike.
He kissed her, sliding his tongue past her lips as he cupped her arse, pulling her close. When they came up for air, he ground his hips against hers and she giggled. Mike wished she would take that silly sweater off as he wanted nothing more than to sink in his fangs into her left breast and drink her dry. Turning up the charm, he wormed his hands under it and fondled her breasts.
This time Betsey did not panic. Unable to control her desire, she found herself pulling her sweater up over her head, dropping it on the ground. Heedless of being seen, her bra quickly followed. She lay on the ground, letting him have his way with her. Hiking up her skirt, Betsey spread her legs.
It took all of Mike’s self-control to keep from biting her and sucking her dry. He doubted she would have felt his fangs sink into her breast, but he wanted to be sure that when she cried out, it was at the peak of her pleasure. Mike found his victims tasted better that way, so he teased her sex through her damp panties as he nibbled on her breasts. When she begged him to take her panties off, he knew she was ripe for the picking, or in his case, sucking…
They found her naked body under the bleachers, later that day. It looked like a case of rough sex gone badly, or a possible rape, except for the fact she had been completely drained of blood. It was all very strange and oddly enough, the kind of thing Betsey would have loved, if she were alive. No one saw anything or heard anything. Those who had seen her said they saw her heading towards the bleachers by herself…
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