Who: Jubilee and Laura What: Telling the truth about vampires When: 12/7 Where: Jubilee's place Rating: PG-13 for biting Status: Complete
The largest coffee Laura could find came in a 32 oz insulated cup called ‘the tank’. It was iced, which Laura preferred even in the winter. Her tongue had gotten burned way too many times trying to drink hot cocoa and hot coffee over the years.
She had two of them, of course. Hers had vanilla in it and a little dash of cinnamon. It tasted like a coffee version of eggnog. Which was probably why a good 3 inches had disappeared off the top of her drink by the time she got to Jubilee. She handed the other woman hers, with a grin, “One tankard of coffee, just for you.”
Jubilee was sitting on the couch, curled up a little and fidgeting with the arcane amulet that she wore around her neck. She took the coffee and grinned at Lara. Of course, now she remembered that she couldn’t really drink it, but she could fake it for the girl. The smell of the coffee made her long to be alive again, which was a feeling that was foreign to her now - she’d gotten used to being a vampire. She’d even gotten really good at properly hunting for dinner.
...she should probably do that soon, she was famished. That or stock the fridge with plasma or wolvie-cola, but she hadn’t since Laura had come. Because that would be weird to explain.
“Thanks. You’ve got good taste.” And she could list off a lot of them, and be mostly right. But there were different things that Laura liked, different habits and little movements and Jubilee found that she really enjoyed learning these things. There were also little reactions of Laura’s that Jubilee only remembered from the dreams.
That was bad. This was all bad. And she couldn’t make the girl go back. She was pretty sure neither of them actually wanted that.
The more Jubilee had tried to get Laura to consider going back, the more Laura had dug her heels in. There was just something about the whole thing that made her innately curious - why wouldn't Jubilee want her here?
Other people on the internet had mentioned the dreams as a reason why her guardian angel might want to protect her from this place. But that just made her more curious. She couldn't help it. She was pretty done with people making decisions for her, too.
"Well I saw the flavor of the creamer in the fridge, so I just got you one of those," Laura replied, shrugging a shoulder. She kicked her shoes off and flopped down on the couch, "So. Talking."
That curiosity and stubbornness were some of the things that Jubilee loved most about Laura. Too much like Logan, but in her own unique way. It was endearing. She pulled her sunglasses in front of her eyes to help hide her emotions, and was pretty glad that Laura couldn't sniff her out right now.
"Right. So you're not going to go home. So this is going to be your home… And if you're gonna stay then… Have you dreamed yet?"
Laura nodded her head, "I think so. I don't dream very much, normally. Or if I do, I don't remember them. But this one was really vivid, and it felt like I was actually there. They call that lucid dreaming, but it's new to me. And it felt like... it wasn't just a few hours. It felt like a lot of time was passing in it."
She didn't know what to make of what she'd seen in the dreams. The mother Jubilee had taken her away from had been in them, but was a completely different person. Smarter, possibly. Not selling herself to men for drugs at least.
But she came and went freely, and Laura couldn't follow her. They exchanged notes. She read her pinocchio in secret. Why was pinocchio a secret? Why was 'The Art of War' preferred?
“Years, sometimes, and then you wake up and it kind of jumbles together…” Jubilee set her drink down and rested a hand on Laura’s legs. “It’s only going to get worse, chica. A lot worse. In ways you probably can’t imagine yet.”
"Mom was in them, but I was locked in a room a lot of the time. She'd come to read to me, and then she'd leave. The room was white and I think it was padded so that I couldn't hurt myself against it?" Laura frowned a bit, trying to remember the details, "I think it seemed kind of like... Maybe I wasn't right, mentally? Like a room you might find in an asylum or something. I don't know."
"But I can imagine pretty bad. I play scary video games," Laura added, putting on her most determined face.
Jubilee nodded her head, shifting a little on the couch and making her side open in case Laura needed hugs. “It was kind of a lab, if I’m remembering correctly. From what I was told. They wanted to turn you into a weapon.”
"I learned a lot of things. Languages. Sciences. More things than I even learned all the way through High School. I guess a weapon would need to be educated enough to know... the things they needed to know to get the job done," Laura replied, after taking a very long sip off of her coffee.
The invitation to hug Jubilee was taken, though. Laura looped her arms around her and squeezed, then sort of leaned against her a bit, "It was like I wasn't a kid at all. But they're just dreams. I'm okay. I'm not scared."
It made Jubilee’s pulse spike, what little pulse she had at the moment. She hugged Laura back. “I just know some of the bad things. And the things I picked up from your blood memory.” She winced and bit her lip. She hadn’t meant to slip about that. “Which are mostly bad.”
"Blood memory?" Laura asked, picking up on that slip immediately. Was this the part where Jubilee told her that she was immortal or some kind of vampire or something? There really weren't too many ways to explain the fact that she looked so ageless. And there was the eyes, too.
Vampires always had some weird eye thing going for them. She watched the movies and tv shows, she knew her things.
But then something else kicked in, and she squinted a bit, "You know things about me. Lots of things. That isn't supposed to be possible, is it?"
“No, it’s not. Which is where the other stuff comes in. Like I promised. Cause…” She looked at Laura out of the corner of her eye. “You’re in my dreams. So I know you there, too. And I knew that this life wasn’t going to be kind to you either, so I wanted you to at least have a chance to be happy and normal.” Well. Mostly normal.
As normal as you could be, growing up as the girl with two moms. Which actually hadn't been that abnormal, but she still found herself explaining it to people when she said moms, plural.
It was better than the life she'd have had with her other mother. Sarah. She knew that, now, "I was happy and normal, and I still am. Kind of. I mean, it depends on your definition of normal. These dreams obviously aren't normal. People can share them? How does that work?"
“Kit-Kat thinks it’s like...alternate universes. So we’re dreaming of other versions of us.” She rubbed at her chin. “Sometimes those people are like special.” She made a firework in the air, not remembering and not caring if Laura had seen that before or not. “And it bleeds over and makes us special too. So I dreamed about this girl that showed up at this school one day and was quiet and a little broken inside. And then a bunch of things happened that made me...more like her in a lot of ways.”
Had Jubilee ever made fireworks for her? She thought when she was younger, she remembered something like that. At Disney World, maybe. It didn't really surprise her, though, so much as make her gaze at the firework with a small amount of childlike amazement.
Then it was gone, and she blinked her eyes a bit while trying to process the rest of what Jubilee was saying. In an alternate universe, they'd known each other. One that Jubilee had already dreamed about. Maybe Kitty, too.
"Is this broken girl supposed to be me?"
Jubilee nodded her head. “Yeah. You took off with Remy to kind of find yourself. Me and Wolvie caught up with you in Paris and it was….well we went out together and hung out and it was interesting. I was still figuring out how to fight the killer instincts that came with being what I am, and you were still fighting your own killer instincts. We kinda got each other.”
"I didn't know that being able to create fireworks came with killer instincts," Laura joked, then took another long sip of her coffee. She just really wanted Jubilee to admit that what she was wasn't generally very nice. Obviously she'd been able to fight the not nice part of it, but still.
"... Remy? Wolvie? I still have those tags... I wanted to ask you about those. But first, answer the question about fireworks. And what you are. And what that has to do with red eyes."
“Well, for starters we’re mutants. Both of us. That means we kinda have an extra gene that gives us different powers. Mine are the fireworks. It’s subatomic.” Laura was smart enough to know what that meant. “Yours...are claws and healing. And enhanced senses.”
Hoping to move on from the red eyes…
"I don't want to you to tell me about things I'm going to dream about having already. We’re not talking about me. They’re just dreams and I don’t really care about them. I just want you to tell me about you."
Laura pulled away from Jubilee and looked at the woman with her most stubborn of faces on. She folded her arms across her chest, in fact, and then sat there, staring. Silently.
Jubilee sighed, and then her eyes flashed redder and her fangs grew out. Really, that was dangerous, because she hadn’t had Laura in a century and a half and her smell was always, always irresistible. “I got turned in the dreams, and then it happened here. ..” And now she rarely felt alive.
Other people might have reacted with fear, or panic, or maybe concern for their loved one. Laura's face was completely impossible to read, though, her expression not changing at all.
"So you're a Vampire."
“Yeah. I’m totally a Vampire.” She sat back with a heavy sigh. “A predator. The only time I feel alive is when I’m sleeping with someone or when I’m surrounded by other people who are alive. Clubs are nice.” She could feel the pulse of the music in the pulses of hundreds of people. “Speakeasies in the twenties. The bars in Paris in the 1890s…”
"... The club you found me in a few years ago..." Laura added, with just a bit of a smirk.
She could actually understand that need to feel the pulse of something. Music did that for her. It had nothing to do with being an actual... undead... person, but being a teenager hadn't really suited her very well. She'd been kind of solitary and more comfortable around animals. Sure, she had friends or at least people she could call teammates, but none of them really got her.
"You bit me that night. I remember. Not hard enough to draw blood, but you probably wanted to."
"Yeah, that place. I kind of followed you there." She smirked back at Laura, her eyes growing brighter and her teeth sharper. "It was so hard to resist. There's just something about your blood..."
This was dangerous. Laura was sitting on a couch with a Vampire who looked very hungry and had just implied that her blood was the best blood they'd ever tasted. Flirting with this kind of situation was probably a bad show of judgement.
But it was Jubilee. She knew Jubilee. Everything about her made sense now, and she wasn't even afraid. It was probably just like a girl her age to be attracted to flame like a moth. She didn't care, "Do you want a taste?"
Jubilee couldn't quite bite back the sound that came out of the back of her throat. She dug the fingers of her right hand into the armrest of the couch. Feeding with Laura was never about just sustenance, or even sex. It was intimacy, and emotional. A shared experience, though she never knew if the memory flashes went both ways.
"... I don't know if that sound means yes or no," Laura said, after a few seconds of trying to process Jubilee's reaction. It seemed like a mixture of both. Was Jubilee scared she'd go too far? Laura thought it was ironic that she wasn't nearly as worried.
“Yes,” Jubilee squeaked out. “I’m just...I don’t want to hurt you. It doesn’t really hurt though after the first second or two. It feels really, really good. But you...I can’t do it too much. It’s like giving blood, you have to replenish.”
"I never would have guessed."
Laura's tone was just this side of sarcastic, and she gave Jubilee a look, "Letting a vampire bite me aside, I'm not an idiot."
That made Jubilee grin sheepishly. “No, you really aren’t.” She nearly slipped up and added ‘you’re like Wolvie in that way’ but she didn’t know how Logan would feel about that right now.
The only thing she was glad about in relation to taking Laura away from Logan was that she’d erased Logan ever fucking his daughter.
"So how do you want to do this?" Laura asked, while pulling her hair back into a ponytail and away from her neck. Neck-biting was the normal way vampires did their thing, right? And she'd enjoyed being bitten there before.
Laura was giving her flashbacks to her dreams, and the time she’d offered her blood. Jubilee actually started to shiver a little bit, her eyes locked on the skin of Laura’s neck. “I can think of like five places I want to bite you on, but that’s a good spot…”
"You'll have to pace yourself."
The other woman's tone was mildly scolding, but mostly teasing. Jubilee had been the one to tell Laura that they had to take breaks in between for her to replenish. Obviously biting her in five places that night wasn't going to happen.
She set her coffee off to one side, then took the initiative and climbed onto Jubilee's lap, straddling her. This was supposed to be a pretty intimate thing, voluntarily letting your vampire not-exactly-a-girlfriend bite you. So Laura wanted to be as close to Jubilee as she could be. But she also wanted a measure of control, and being in this position gave her the ability to pull away if she needed to.
Pace herself? Jubilee was pretty sure she could. She’d been doing it for 7 times longer than Laura had been alive. Probably a bit longer. And Laura didn’t have her healing yet. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be careful. She had to be extra careful...and when Laura straddled her it went right to Jubilee’s center, her nails digging into the girl’s hips.
She swallowed, careful to not look Laura in the eyes right now. She didn’t trust herself not to mez her. One hand slid up Laura’s back, and the other gently moved her head to the side as she leaned in and tasted the girl’s skin with her lips, and then her tongue. Probing, searching and finding the exact right spot, before she bit down quickly. She wanted to get the ouch out of the way, but the suddenly tangy taste of Laura’s blood was intoxicating. It took a great deal of willpower not to start groping, let alone keep herself from draining her dry.
It was less painful than Laura had been anticipating, though there was a sort of unexpected shock that ran through her, right as the fangs pierced her skin. The sensation didn't bother Laura, none of it did. The pain, the feeling of the blood leaving her body.
She'd never felt so alive before, and she couldn't explain why. Maybe it was just the adrenaline rush from the entire encounter, or the intoxicating way Jubilee had nibbled and licked at her neck before she'd bitten her. She wanted more, she wanted to feel like that all the time. Her pulse spiked and her body screamed for some kind of release. Jubilee's hands might have kept to themselves, but Laura's showed no such restraint.
Moaning against Laura's skin, Jubilee closed her eyes and savored the taste and the feel of the girl's hands on her. Her own pulse jolted to life as Laura's memories mingled with her own. Jubilee was so happy to see how...nice the flashes of images she was getting were. It was with great reluctance that she stopped, reduced to lapping up stray droplets of blood that still welled up a little from the bites, and nuzzling at Laura's neck and ear otherwise. Sometime during all of that one hand had emigrated to Laura's rear while the other still cupped the back of her head.
Something between a purr and a moan rumbled in Laura's throat. Jubilee couldn't bite her again or suck on her blood forever, but there were other things they could do that would feel just as good.
She wanted those things. She needed those things, and she whispered in Jubilee's ear to tell her so.
Jubilee didn't need to be told twice. She practically tore Laura's clothing off as she ran them into her bedroom, leaving a trail of fabric behind them.