So fun fact…getting bit by a vampire hurts…even by a little one. How’d he get bit you ask? Well surprisingly pretty easily. It started with our alley cat walking out of a nearby bodega, not paying much attention as he felt someone bump into him, thinking nothing of it until he looked down.
“Ooow!” the voice growls out irritably, the voice belonging to a young cat girl with pink hair sporting a black Victorian with black boots to match. “Why don’t you watch where your-!” before the young girl could finish that thought he took one good look at Bootz who was tall, dark, and according to her handsome. Seeing him sporting a bit of black much like her as well as a few scars along with those Morpheus shades she could only think he was one thing…a bad boy, just her type apparently.
“Oh shoot! I’m sorry I didn’t see you, you alright miss?” much to the young cat’s surprise this alley cat had some manners, offering a hand to help her up even. She knew right then and there she had to have him for herself, but if she was going to pull this off she had to pull the wool over his eyes…or more than he already had due to his beanie.
“N-no…I fell on my ankle wrong!” the young kitten proceeded to whine out, holding said ankle and wincing nearly convincingly much to the concern of the alley cat as he kneeled down to get a better look.
“Where does it hurt, wanna make sure you didn’t twist it or anything…” Bootz asked as the young kitten pointed lower on her leg, leaning slightly lower as unknown to him he was just in the right position for her to strike. Next thing he knew a loud crunch was heard along with a sharp pain shooting right on his neck. “OWW! What the actual fu-?! What was that for?!”
As she removed her mouth from the alley cat’s neck a slightly bloody smile could be seen on her face much to Bootz’s surprise. “Hee…such a sweet boy, checking to see if I’m actually hurt. So sweet…and really gullible.” She says standing up perfectly fine and triumphant….even though she Bootz was significantly taller than her.
“Oookay…little girl I’m willing to overlook the bite…and the pain that comes with it but what’s with the-“ before Bootz could say anything more the young kitten points a finger as if to order him to stop.
“Silence slave! As of now you belong to me so says Bethany Blacksboro!” she says demandingly, her blood red eyes glowing as she looks towards the alley cat as he looks on dumbfounded...a long awkward silence soon leaving things rather odd before Bootz clears his throat a bit.
“….Soooo….what happens now?” he then decides to ask looking at the bite on his neck, still stinging but soon starting to turn numb figuring that was part of the whole “being turned” process.
“NOW you’ll be my slave for all eternity! ….or at least until I’m bored.” She then says clearing her own throat, not wanting to admit that in truth she had no idea how to turn anyone just by biting them and had only done it just to try it as well as get him back for making her fall on her behind.
Bootz on the other hand, taking a good look at his bite before looking back at Bethany as he shrugs and lets his dreads fall back over the bite. “…Well it’s something to do.” He says with a shrug before rolling his neck a bit, the pain not stinging so much anymore. “Well you’re the master, or rather mistress I guess. Lead the way.”
“Really?! I-I mean don’t act casual with me slave, I’m your mistress and what I say goes got it?” she demands while being quite flustered, not expecting him to go along with this so easily. Did she really turn this feline or was he messing with her? Well whichever it was she wasn’t about to stop now. “A-and I say we go get smoothies!”
“...Soo you CAN drink other stuff besides blood?” Bootz asks raising an eyebrow, just now starting to question the supposed vampire kitten much to her annoyance.
“What did I just say?!” she says with a slight growl, a slight smirk going across Bootz’s face before he puts his hands up defensively trying to hold back a chuckle.
“Sorry, lead the way my mistress.”
“….That’s better. Now come along.” Bethany then says leading the way, her dress swaying a bit with each step with that “hoity toity” attitude as she lead the way. All the while Bootz just rolls his eyes behind his shades, whistling a bit to himself as he was soon now being ordered around by, as far as he knew, a little girl with an early case of napoleon complex. As he said it was something to do, just how bad could she be right?