Briefly Alive

TITLE: Briefly Alive
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vampire: the Masquerade: Bloodlines or any of the characters from it. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: I'm considering turning this into a series of PC/NPC short one-shots with a different PC and NPC each time, but considering the likely lack of interest (not to mention my amazing lack of perseverence) it's probably not going to happen.


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Cass sat staring out the window of her miserable little apartment, hearing but not really seeing the rain clatter against the panes. She was trying to figure out why she was still here. Sure, she could come up with a few reasons why she hadn't left the city behind yet, but most of them had to do with easy access to food. The thing about the tempting emptiness of the wilderness was that it was... well... empty. There'd be little more than animals to feed on and, if the stories were true, a lot of werewolves to dodge. On the other hand, she would be away from this crowded, noisy city milling with people who managed to annoy her simply by being there.

Ah fuck it, she was going around in circles again. Maybe one night she would leave, but when that happened she wouldn't waste time just thinking about it, she'd just leave. But that night wasn't going to be tonight. Perhaps tomorrow. Who knew?

Cass got out of her chair and went to her barely-functional fridge. She wasn't in the mood for hunting tonight so she'd make do with a simply bloodpack. As she bit in to it, the door opened and Jeanette Voerman barged in. She was as minimalistically dressed as usual and the rain had made so that the tiny little blouse that was usually only barely fit for the job of keeping her more or less decent now utterly failed at the task, having become so wet as to be seethrough. Possibly the rain had been equally unkind to her make-up, but with Jeanette that kind of thing was always hard to tell.

"Most people knock," Cass said.

"Aw, don't be mad little doggy," Jeanette said as she tried to squeeze the rainwater from one of her pigtails. "It's terribly wet out there. I just wanted to get inside quickly. Besides, if you didn't want people coming in here you should've locked the door."

Cass glared at her as she gulped down the rest of her blood. Anyone else calling her 'doggy' would soon find themselves looking for their ears in their mouth, but she tolerated it from Jeanette. She was almost certain the blonde Malkavian wasn't purposefully trying to insult her in particular. She was just trying to yank her chain as she did with everybody.

"People know to stay away," Cass said, throwing the empty pack towards the trash bin and missing.

"I'm sure they do," Jeanette said, walking further into the apartment. "You know, you should let Therese arrange an interior decorater for you some time. This place is a mess."

"Maybe. But it's mine," Cass said. "Why are you here?"

"Just felt like catching up with my favourite little doggy," Jeanette smiled as she sat down on the ramshackle bed. "You don't visit the club much more these days and Therese and I really miss you."

"I'm sure Therese has fond memories of me hunting on her turf," Cass said.

Jeanette giggled. "Her memories of you helping out with our little spat are a lot fonder."

Cass shrugged. "If you say so."

"I do," Jeanette said. "Speaking of which, we never really thanked you properly, did we?"

Cass turned sharply towards the Malkavian. Jeanette's smile was very friendly indeed and the way she leaned forward showed off her ample breasts barely contained within her translucent blouse. It wasn't very subtle, but subtlety had never been her strong suit anyway.

"So you're here to thank me, are you?" Cass said, not entirely sure whether she was playing along or not.

"In any way you like," Jeanette purred.

Looking at the Malkavian, Cass felt like running. She'd been dead for a while now and during that time she'd felt like getting further and further away from everyone. Jeanette's aggressive offer of giving herself to her would draw her way too much to someone again. On the other hand, this was her apartment and she'd be damned if anyone forced her to flee from it.

And then there was the fact that Jeanette's offer was... tempting. She could feel something inside her beginning to stir and it liked the promise of enjoying the Malkavian's naked body. The feeling was at once familiar and alien and it brought with it vague memories of breathing lungs and a beating heart.

Before Cass could analyze the feeling any further, Jeanette pulled off her blouse and took off her bra. As she bent down to undo her shoes, she looked up and said, "You don't mind if I take these off, do you? So they can dry out."

"Go ahead," Cass replied. "Want me to get you something else to wear."

"No, I'll manage," Jeanette as she leaned back to take off her tiny skirt.

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Cass said. "So why not just be honest with me."

"About what?" Jeanette asked as she removed her thong.

"You know very well."

Jeanette lay down on her side, unabashedly showing the full length of her pale, naked body. "I've fucked a lot of people, you know," she said.

"I'm aware," Cass sighed, partly out of irritation she wasn't going to get a straight answer for a while, partly because the sight of her exposed body slowly made her feel... well, slowly made her feel.

"I fucked a lot of men because Daddy didn't want me to. I fucked a lot of people just to annoy Therese. And I fucked lots of people to manipulate them to do what I want. Yet somehow, I never fucked you."

"And...?" Cass demanded.

"That night... me and Therese... I'm actually genuinely grateful for what you did."

She got up from the bed and walked towards her. Cass resisted the urge to step back, but found she also had to resist the urge to step forward.

"You reminded me of the affection I felt for her when I was still alive. I want to... repay some of that affection somehow."

"You know, I actually think you're genuine."

Jeanette grinned lasciviously. "Treasure it, little doggy. I doubt you'll feel that way again."

"We'll see."

Cass embraced Jeanette and kissed her without thinking. Only until after their lips had met did it occur to her that perhaps Kindred couldn't really kiss any more. But by that time she had her answer. The Malkavian's lips were cold at first, but rapidly as she no doubt the directed the flow of blood through her body. As they warmed they also seemed to become softer somehow. Cass had really missed such softness in her death, except that she hadn't realised it until now. She tried to get her blood flowing as well, to allow Jeanette to enjoy the feel of her lips as well, but she didn't really know where to begin.

Before she had time to figure it out, the Malkavian blonde had skipped back out of her embrace, grinning. She playfully touched her own lips.

"I was hoping you'd be up for it," she said.

Moving quickly, Jeanette grabbed Cass's hand and she allowed the blonde to drag her onto the bed where they sat down next to one another. Even though she was pretty sure most of her body was still room temperature, Cass couldn't help but feel an ancient warmth beginning to grow in her body as she saw Jeanette's heterochromatic eyes wander over her form. Giggling, the blonde reached out and began undressing her. Cass let her, not resisting but not helping her either. After a while of having her clothes shed, the young vampire found herself exposed from the waist up and couldn't help but notice the lust building in Jeanette's eyes.

"I missed seeing this," the blonde said, letting two of her fingers trail over Cass's arm tattoo. "Why'd you start covering it up?"

"I didn't do it on purpose," Cass said.

"Well, now it's mine to enjoy again," Jeanette said. "Along with the rest of you."

Cass let herself be pushed onto her back and found Jeanette on top of her. The Malkavian wasted no time kissing her breasts, letting her tongue flutter all over her chest. At first Cass only felt the curious pressure of the blonde's lips on her bare flesh, but she soon felt her kisses and the way they stoked that smouldering, ancient warmth within her. Cass's chest heaved as began drawing breath again, her breasts rising to meet Jeanette's eager mouth. She was almost certain she heard her giggle again just before her lips closed around one of her nipples and sucked gently. Cass hissed between her teeth while Jeanette happily suckled at her breast, feeling the heat within her rise until it engulfed her.With every kiss and lick and suck at her breasts, Cass felt that strange ancient warmth become less and less alien and more a part of herself until it was her arousal, her desire for Jeanette.

Looking down, Cass saw Jeanette briefly pause her lustful attentions to glance up at her. The blonde gave her a smile filled with both mischief and understanding, then bent down to kiss her breasts one more time. After that, the blonde began kissing her way down her stomach. Cass almost snarled in frustration when she realised that Jeanette's destination was still hidden beneath her clothes. When the Malkavian lifted herself to take off her pants, Cass beat her to it, fumbling with the button for a few moments before pushing down her pants and panties both and revealing her pussy to the smiling blonde.

"Eager little puppy, aren't you?" Jeanette said. "I like that."

Before Cass could growl anything in response to that remark, Jeanette had already bent down between her legs. In an instant, all was forgiven when she felt the Malkavian's lips on her already wet slit. She snarled when she felt long-forgotten pleasure arc up her spine and spread through her aroused body. She felt the tip of Jeanette's tongue flicking all across her pussy, sending another wave of lust through her each time she happily lapped at her. Cass soon found her shivering body beginning to slip out of her control, but she welcomed it. This was no frightened, violent monster fighting to get out, but some aspect of her own self making itself known after it had been thought dead for far too long.

Cass screamed and clawed at her sheets when Jeanette kissed her deeply and she felt her tongue entering her pussy. Her body bucked and shook while the eager Malkavian explored her inner walls, feeding even more fuel onto the fire of her lust. The pleasure surging through her was almost as good as the taste of freely given blood, but whereas the precious blood was a coldly controlled reminder of her death, this was an almost animalistic affirmation that she'd once been alive.

Screams turned to moans and through the red haze of lust Cass became vaguely aware that her writhing body seemed to be moving in tune to the dance of Jeanette's tongue inside of her. Needing no breath herself, the Malkavian had never once interrupted her intimate exploration and, roughly judging by the way Cass felt her pleasure rise and ebb, had by now figured out just what to do to stimulate her exactly the way she wanted to. Cass felt her pleasure build to the point where she would almost climax and then wane again several times and even her addled mind realised that Jeanette was toying with her. Part of her didn't mind. Toying with people was what Jeanette did and it never felt as heavenly as this. On the other hand, she'd been toyed with ever since her death and she'd become tired with it soon enough. Perhaps Jeanette really was sincere in her affection and she was simply delaying the moment of her orgasm so she could enjoy the pleasure longer or perhaps she wanted to hear the 'doggy' beg first. Either way was unacceptable.

Fighting herself for some measure of control, Cass managed to grab Jeanette by the back of her head and shove her against her pussy.

"Finish it," she snarled.

Cass felt Jeanette's lips tremble against her slit as her body smothered the Malkavian's laugh. Moments later she knew that Jeanette really was a quick learner when it came to pleasuring women when she felt her nimble tongue caress her walls with eager intent. Snarling and hissing, Cass struggled to keep her grip on the blonde's head even as her rapidly rising pleasure urged her to let everything go. Still, she managed to keep Jeanette's face pressed against her slit, until the Malkavian's mouth finally drove her into a climax.

The world seemed to vanish for a moment and only pleasure remained, washing through a body that was only barely there. Cass heard someone growl with primitive bliss and felt something relatively soft hitting her back. It took a moment for her to realise it was her growling with climactic lust and she'd fallen onto her back on the bed, still bucking with orgasmic pleasure.

When her orgasm passed, Jeanette crawled up the length of her prone body until they were face to face and Cass pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

"Glad to see I haven't lost my touch," the blonde purred.

Cass gave her a weak smile. "Call me a puppy again and I'll kill you."

"Aw, but you were so eager," Jeanette pouted. "How could I resist?"

"Try," Cass said and kissed her again, lightly this time.

"So I take it we'll be doing this again?" Jeanette asked.

"Looks like," Cass muttered more to herself than to Jeanette. "But only when Therese isn't around," she added hastily.

"Don't worry," Jeanette purred. "I wouldn't want to give my sister a heart attack."

"Good," Cass sighed.

"Not yet, anyway."