Bloody Kisses
Part 3
By Missy

SERIES: Bloody Kisses
PART: Three of an undetermined length
RATING: R-ish (For bloodletting, character death, and general supernatural/horror themes)
PAIRING(s): Shirley/Carmine, Lenny/Laverne
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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...

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He recalled an immense weakness sweeping his body, followed by a surge of power. She threw herself backward from his form, her meal complete. When her violation of his form concluded, he responded by violating hers. Finished, spent, and filled with an odd sense of fear, Carmine shoved the woman from her meal.

"What the hell was that?" She smiled; her incisors were coated in blood, and, incredulously, he laughed. "You bit me? I'll be damned; you bit me, you little bitch."

"No," She laughed, softly, "You're the bitch now, Carmie." She pulled, swiftly, something free from beneath the sofa. It took him a moment to realize that it was a dagger.

That moment came when she plunged it into her own stomach.

Blood fauceted out of her wound; the blood she had taken from him. With blood removed from her body, her form turned, suddenly, chalky white...then, it shifted in consistency, becoming light in weight. With a sick smile, she collapsed over him...

Turning into a pile of pink dust.

A chill passed across Shirley as Squiggy hit a nine. It wasn't his good hand; something else.

Something was wrong with Carmine.

She knew it, as if she had seen it herself.

"Shirl?" Laverne asked.

"Huh?" She snapped to attention.

"Shirl, it's your turn."

Shirley focused upon the hand set out before her. But all she noticed were the blood-red of the clubs.

Blood-red....

"Shirl!"

She shook her head, "I'm not feeling well," She said, "I'm going to bed."

"Are you sure, Shirl?" Laverne asked.

"Yeah, ya wanna Brommo?" Lenny asked.

Shirley shook her head, face pale, "Excuse me.." She drifted off to the bedroom, curing up on her bed. Somehow, she fell to sleep, even though that seemed to be the last thing her body wanted...

***

Carmine staggered home; he felt strange; alive, and yet lifeless. Doffing his coat, he settled down at his kitchen table.

A shuffling noise drew his attention; a rat skittered across his feet. Mrs. Babbish...he would have to tell her about the pest problem.

Then all thought was obliterated. Only when he had satiated his need did he realize that he had fed, for the first time: had drained a rat of its blood.

He would have thrown up, if it hadn't made him feel so good.

***

Shirley awoke with a start, alarm coursing through her body. The pitch dark room and Laverne's snoring told her that it was past midnight; as quietly as possible, she slipped into an outfit and raced upstairs, to Carmine's apartment.

Fear touched her once more; Carmine's door was ajar. And she saw him, bent over something, a red substance running over his bare arm.

She placed her hand upon his shoulder, "Carmine?"

Shirley had expected something to happen...just not to be snarled at by a fanged, red-eyed Carmine.

He would not blame her for fainting at his feet...




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