Bloody Kisses
Part 2
By Missy

SERIES: Bloody Kisses
PART: One of an undetermined length
RATING: R-ish (For bloodletting, character death, and general supernatural/horror themes)
PAIRING(s): Shirley/Carmine, Lenny/Laverne
DISTRIBUTION: To Squeaky, LW, Kai and FG so far; any other archives are welcome to ask, but disclaimers must be included, my email left intact. send a URL, and provide full disclaimers as well as credit me fully. Please inform me if you are going to submit my work to any sort of search engine. Please do not submit my work to a search engine that picks out random sets of words and uses them as key words, such as "Google"
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CATEGORY: Horror, Drama, S/C, L/L
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: Slip it in anywhere during the Milwaukee years.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Carmine learns too late just the lesson Shirley's been trying to teach him for years: don't fraternize with strange women...
NOTES: I've been planning this fic for over a year ;-). Thought it would be interesting to see what kind of a vampfic could come out of the L&Sverse...

We take a dark turn, after this chapter. You've been warned.
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One Week Prior


"Where is he, Laverne?" Shirley Feeney sat upon their ottoman, her expression pained, purse still clutched in the lap of a very attractive evening gown. "Where is Carmine?"

Shirley noticed Laverne's frozen expression as she exited the kitchen, clutching a glass of Milk and Pepsi between her hands, "He's probably stuck in traffic, Shirl."

Over ten years of friendship had made Shirley's senses sharp; she could easily pick out the fact that Laverne was lying. "I can see all the way up to the Knapp Street Intersection," Shirley pointed out crossly, "The streets are clear." She hopped off of the coffee table that had been her perch, "You know where he is, don't you?"

Laverne's eyes widened comically, "I...I..." She put down her glass and faced Shirley, "Promise ya won't scream."

"What's wrong?" Panic crossed Shirley's features, "He's not sick or hurt, is he?"

"Nah, but you have to promise not to scream."

"Fine, I promise. Now where is Carmine?"

"You remember Gina Barker? The new girl from canning?" Shirley nodded, "Uh...she kind of asked Carmine if he wanted to go to the movies tonight. And he said yes."

Shirley's eyes bugged outward, and Laverne braced herself for the loudest scream that had ever heard. "Ya said you wouldn't scream Shirl! You promised!"

"No," Shirley started laughing, "Don't be silly, Laverne! I'm fine...Carmine and I aren't...exclusive." She gave Laverne a piercing look that seemed to burn off the sweater set she wore, "Where did you hear this?"

"Well...I didn't...HEAR..it. I kinda watched it happen at the Pizza Bowl this afternoon, during my shift."

"You SAW her making a date with Carmine and didn't stop her?!"

"Shirl, Carmine ain't my boyfriend, and you ain't goin' steady no more. Carmine's one of my favorite guy friends..." She glared at her friend, "And THAT'S for tellin' Arnold Carter that I talk too much!"

"He's no good, Laverne," Shirley sat down with a sigh, smoothing her skirt as she crossed her legs, "Boy, it's not like Carmine to just desert me like this."

"You saw Gina Barker. Didn't Squig say she has legs up to her knees?" Laverne frowned at her own words, "He probably meant her neck. Sorry to tell ya this, Shirl, but he's probably all tangled up with that..." She avoided the word 'bimbo' with aplomb, "Lady right now." She patted her best friend. "Hey, at least yer in classy company now, right?"

"Hello!" Came a cheerful cacophony from the door, and Lenny and Squiggy came tumbling into the room.

"Hi, fellas," Laverne announced tiredly. They both seemed surprised by the lack of rejection they faced from their female compatriots.

"Wow, we ain't gettin' thrown out, Len. Somethin's wrong."

"What're you doing here?" Shirley asked, her voice dull.

"Eh, we ain't got nothin' betta ta do, an' thought we'd try ta take yer mind offa Carmine bein' out with Gina Barker." Lenny announced.

"Yeah, we was just at Vinny's Pool Hall, an' boy were they goin' to town..." Squiggy continued, and they both began making inappropriate noises, gesturing with the tips of their fingers to indicate the quality of the make-out session going on before them.

"How about a game of gin rummy, fellas?" Laverne interrupted retrieving a deck of cards from a nearby drawer.

"Yeah, sure.." Squiggy announced, shrugging, as the boys settled down on the floor and Laverne seated herself on the couch beside Shirley. "Have either a you girls seen that Gina Barker?"

"She's got legs all the way to Sunday!" Chirped Lenny. His speech was cut off by Shirley slamming the deck of cards onto the middle of the table.

"Just deal," Shirley snapped at Lenny. It was a tone of voice that neither of the boys had ever heard Shirley use, and, mollified, they entered the game in perfect quiet.

***

Just as Laverne had predicted, in an apartment across town Carmine and Gina were involved in a passionately romantic embrace. When, later, he would try to recall his surroundings...how the entire mess had begun, he would only be able to recall how red the apartment was; blood-red walls...lighting in shads of orange and crimson. The couch upon which they were writhing and pitching items of clothing was the color of dried and clotted blood; brackish, almost purely black.

Gina pulled away from his body abruptly, sitting up between his sprawled legs. He blinked through the fog that seemed to encapsulate his entire mind, but all he could see was the lovely, willowy redhead with pale, almost translucent white skin. She smiled through deep, red lips; he would later remember that no mirth or joy had existed in those eyes.

"What's wrong, CarmieBaby?" She asked, her voice bearing an odd European twang that he hadn't been able to place.

"Nothing.." Some instinct kept pinging within his mind; a nervous tickling warning him that, perhaps, this wasn't the right thing to do. But she began to lower the straps of her evening dress, and reason was washed away by lust. Her smile was wicked, but still without any true emotion. His hands came up to press her backward, in a protective gesture. "Gina, you should know...I got a girlfriend."

She smiled, emotionless, "Are you hiding her somewhere? I don't see her around..."

"Uh..." He gulped, his throat dry. Normally, she would not have been his type...hell, who was he kidding; every woman was his type.

"Relax, Carmie," She purred. He did not notice her fanged incisors until it was far too late to struggle, "It only hurts for a second."

And with a feral hiss, she descended, mouth-first, upon his neck.




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