Vevila
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I JUST REALIZED WHILE WRITING THIS THAT KARIN’S FAMILY NAME IS A PUN... TONIKU MEANS RABBIT MEAT.
AHAHA. Okay.
I kind of wrote the second half of this in a rush since I needed to finish this by tonight... Sorry if the writing gets kind of sloppy and if this makes no sense and that I didn't really know what I was doing sort of... ._____. I know Karin is waaaay timid in this, but I just think she’s scared of Vevila or something. SORRY IF I’M ALL WRONG...
This chapter happens sometime after this chapter, in regards to events from this chapter.
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Miss Vevila did not crave.
She did not crave. She did not desire. She did not covet.
No, that was false. She most definitely did desire. However, she did not crave love and passion; those were the emotions of young men and women, of young men and women with boiling hormones and fantasies.
Allow some elaboration: Vevila did not give birth in the same way humans experience conception, and consequently she did not experience emotions in the same manner as little adolescent persons. Rather than a mammal, she thought herself more of a beautiful parasite. In the past she would seed her offspring within the men she fed on, though it had been at least 70 years since she last tried to generated a child. Her children were of no emotional attachment to her; she had never met a single one of them. More likely than not, the majority of them had already deceased--Alp Luachra children were such fragile and difficult beings.
Vevila could not remember being a child. But she was still young, yes, she was oh so very young--akin to a young woman in her twenties, not a parasite of over two centuries. She was so young, in fact, she could forget how old she really was if she tried to conceal the knowledge from her mind. All she craved, desired, and coveted was time to stare into the golden eyes in the mirror, the deep mahogany lips against the light shimmering skin, and maybe one day she would melt into herself while the world around dissolved into a pleasant fog of inexistence.
And perhaps she would have, if not for the constant interruptions from outside interferences. A simple soft rattle of the doorknob was all it took to disturb her from herself. With an exasperated sigh, she looked away from the mirror to unlock the door.
The young rabbit-girl stood before Vevila with a panicked look, pink eyes large and watery, shoulders raised slightly in concern. The entirety of her nauseatingly cute being caused Vevila to wrinkle her nose in disgust. She hated gruff and unfashionable women, but perky and cute girls were of a different breed entirely. She must think herself as attractive, Vevila would think of them. But she knew men did not want the youthful-like girls with their innocent gestures and charming smiles; no, they wanted beautiful women, tall and graceful and alluring.
“What do you want, Rabbit?” Vevila questioned bluntly, prepared to close the door on the girl.
“It’s Karin.” The girl’s rabbit ears twitched. “A-and, I think you know what I want to talk about, Vevila...”
Vevila flipped her hair, and turned around. “Why would I ask if I already knew? If you have no business here, then leave-- “
“It’s about Sebby!” Karin cried before Vevila could leave.
Vevila glanced over her shoulder with a look of skepticism. “...Sebby?”
The rabbit’s ears twitched again, as her eyebrows furrowed with embarrassment. “I mean Sebastian,” she clarified. Vevila winced; the girl’s voice seemed a prolonged whine in Vevila’s ears.
“What happened between Sebastian and me has nothing to do with you,” she responded plainly as she walked back into her room. She left the door open as an invitation for the rabbit to follow her in.
Karin let out another soft whimper. Vevila was almost impressed at her own ability to intimidated even women, until she remembered that the rabbit was exactly as she appeared: shy and cowardly like prey. Karin spoke: “Of course it has something to do with me... Sebastian and I, we’re...”
“...Dating,” Vevila finished for the meek girl, as she flopped onto the bed to stare at the ceiling. “And what does that have to do with me?”
“Vevila, you put Sebastian in a lot of danger--”
“You’re beginning to annoy me.” Vevila rose upright, irked that the girl had the audacity to say her name in such an accusing tone. She shifted on the bed to face Miss Rabbit, elegantly crossing her legs. “You’re not saying it, but you believe I seduced Sebastian into letting me feed off of him. And now, Sebastian has overwhelming feelings for me, meaning he’s not paying any mind to you. You’re jealous. Is that what you came to tell me?” After a quick breath to break her speech, she finished with “I have no romantic feelings for that boy, so enough with the dramatic worrying.”
The girl’s ears shuddered. “It’s not that... I’m worried about Sebastian’s health!” She cried, the strength in her voice rising. “Maybe I can understand that you both need to feed to stay alive, but he... you didn’t... you could have killed him! If you had at least let him...” she struggled with the next word, “f-feed... maybe he wouldn’t be... I didn’t want him to, but he just looked so weak... I can’t forgive you for taking advantage of him like that!”
Vevila smirked at Karin’s sudden boldness; maybe she was not quite as frail as she tried to be.
“...Karin. You don’t know much about me or your little boyfriend, do you?” Her golden eyes gleamed.
The girl responded with confused silence.
“...Well. Quiet again, are we?” Vevila laughed at her shock. “Because you’re truly misunderstanding the situation, I’m going to tell you this plainly: I am an alp luachra, and I have not been ‘hungry’ in at least forty years.” Karin started and opened her mouth to speak, but Vevila continued before she had the chance. “Sebastian is a Vampire, who feeds off of humans and sometimes other mammals. Yes?”
Vevila surged forward and grabbed the rabbit by the shoulders so she could see clearly into Vevila’s face. “Here’s the important part of vampire feeding: it requires humans. And what am I again?”
“An a-alp... luach...” Karin babbled an attempt to answer.
“That’s right, I am an alp luachra. And while I may look like it, I am neither a human nor a mammal. Can you see that, Karin?” she said with a disgusting grin on her face, her voice wanting to giggle at the rabbit’s idiocy. Vevila jerked her closer so she would see that no human had golden yellow eyes so delicate; that her hair was too soft and too fine; that her skin, while soft and warm and human-like to the touch, lacked the orange glow from blood within when examined closely; that her teeth looked beautifully straight, but somehow not quite right because of the way they were almost too small, or there were too many, or the shape somehow did not match up the way that human teeth set in the mouth.
“I am not human,” she enunciated perfectly. “I could not have satiated your Sebastian’s hunger, even if I let him try.” Vevila pushed the rabbit girl away and resumed her seat on the bed.
“...I knew it...” Vevila heard the young girl mumble. “ I knew you lied to him...”
“Of course I did.” Vevila’s reply was plain and unemotional.
“And you weren’t even hungry...”
Vevila glanced at her. Karin stood with the mien of a stone statue, emotionless and hollow from disbelief.
“True. But I did need him.” The parasite slithered past the statue to pick up a plain brush on the hotel dresser. The bristles ran through her silver silk as smoothly as through water. “My age was beginning to show,” she whispered to her reflection. “Although, Karin... You are in a very good position.”
Karin broke from her petrified state to turn to Vevila.
“You were once a human, were you not? In fact, you still are human,” Vevila observed, looking at the rabbit through the mirror.
Karin’s soft ears twitched again. “I’m not any more, I’m... genetically engineered...”
“So you’re a modified human.” A gnarled hand waved over Karin’s being before Vevila continued. “Which is essentially the same as being a human. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” She asked the rabbit, with a sly grin on her face.
Karin stepped back. “No, I--”
Vevila stepped in rhythm toward her. “What I’m saying is you are compatible with vampire feeding.”
Karin shuddered. “Why would I... Sebastian wouldn’t do that to me!”
“Exactly. That vampire would never hurt his cute little girl,” Vevila whined in mock cuteness. “Unless you let him, that is.
“This is what I mean by a ‘good position,’ little girl.” Even her golden eyes seemed to sneer. “Right now, your ‘Sebby’ is extremely hungry. Desparate. He would do anything for even a drop of blood. If I were you,” she mused, delicately reaching for a fuzzy white rabbit ear between her veiny fingers, “I would use myself as a form of bribery; make him follow my every whim in exchange for a bit of my blood...”
Karin jerked her head away from Vevila’s hands. “I’m not like you! I’m nothing like you, and I would never use Sebastian like that!” She said coldly, with an uncharacteristically fierce look on her face. “A-and please don’t lie like that to Sebastian ever again!” she attempted to threaten, before fleeing out the open door.
Reasoning from the rabbit’s final statement, Vevila assumed the rabbit still saw Vevila as a sort of rival for Sebastian. And perhaps it was true; With beauty to her degree, she could have charmed the boy more than she intended. But the rabbit was an idiot in Vevila’s eyes. She had no feelings for silly vampire boys such as him. How much clearer could it be that the only being Vevila Vanora could love was herself?
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WHOOP. So what I was trying to get you to garner from this chapter is: Vevila and other Alp Luachra are not very human-like despite their appearance, Vevila does not have cravings like Sebastian does, Vevila is kind of an old woman, and... idk, some sort of tension is going on between Vevila and Karin. Yep. AND NOW, I WAIT FOR THE PLOT TWIST...
