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*Author's Note - All Disney Channel shows have a long tradition of having fanfiction stories being created by fans online that feature the characters of their favorite family friendly shows being thrust into more teen and adult style stories. Now with "Vampirina: Teenage Vampire", that traditions continues...
Chapter 1 - A Teenage Vampire's First Time Having Sex
Written by: "Fun But Shy Girl"
Cover Art Created With: "Art List"
An old copper kettle sat forgotten on the attic windowsill, its spout permanently stained by decades of dripping rainwater. Beneath its dented belly, dust motes danced in the lone shaft of afternoon light slicing through the grime-coated glass. Meanwhile, inside of the attic: two teenagers were alone, in the middle of kissing one another. One of these teenagers wasn't a normal teenager though. She was Vee Hauntley, a teenage vampire girl from Transylvania. The other teenager was Elijah Summers; a descendant of Abraham Van Helsing, who had been born and bred to hunt vampires. However, some time ago; fate had caused this teenage vampire girl and vampire hunter boy to fall in love.
As of this moment, they were kissing. Elijah's fingers tangled gently into Vee's dark hair, pulling her closer as she melted against him. The attic air tasted like forgotten books and dry wood, thick with the sweetness of their breath mingling. Between desperate, hungry kisses, Vee gasped against Elijah's lips, "Every sunrise I hide from, Elijah, every shadow I slip into... it's worth it. Just to feel your warm heartbeat against my cold undead body." Her voice was rough, husky with emotion. Elijah pulled back just enough to cradle her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone—cooler than human flesh but warming beneath his touch. "Your eternity," he whispered back, the word heavy with promise, "is the only place I ever want to be." He pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes like he could imprint the moment behind his lids.
Vee's smile was fleeting, edged with the sorrow of secrets kept. She traced the strong line of his jaw, her touch feather-light. "Promise me..." she murmured, her crimson eyes locking onto his deep blue ones with unnerving intensity, "...promise me we'll stay together no matter what. I know our parents would never approve of us. I know society would never approve of us. A human and a Van Helsing in love with each other. But promise me we'll stay together no matter what."
Elijah's laugh was a soft puff of air against her skin. "Any doubts I had about us died the first time you smiled at me." His hand slid down to rest over her silent chest, where a heart hadn't beat in years. "This," he said, voice cracking slightly, "is home now." The admission hung between them, fragile as the antique glass ornaments stored nearby.
Vee then pressed closer, her cool nose brushing his temple. Her voice dropped to a near-silent whisper against his ear, the words hesitant yet deliberate. "Elijah… have you ever wondered… if… we're ready to... maybe... have sex?"
Elijah froze, the implication settling over him like dust disturbed. His instinctive hunter's mind instantly catalogued myths: venomous fluids, strength that could shatter him if not careful, accidentally get bitten in the hear of passion. Yet beneath the ingrained fear bloomed a terrifying, aching desire.
He pulled back slightly, needing to see Vee's face. Her pupils were blown wide, dark pools reflecting both ancient hunger and teenage vulnerability.
"Vee," Elijah breathed, his thumb catching her lower lip. The coolness sent a shiver through him. "Can we even do that? I mean... is it even possible for vampires and humans to do... the thing you just asked about doing?"
Vee took a long pause... and then said, "I... I'm not sure. I think... maybe we… we need time. To think."
The unspoken tension hung thick between them as they pulled apart, the attic suddenly feeling colder, emptier. Elijah nodded, fingers brushing hers before turning toward the creaking attic stairs. "Yeah," he murmured, voice hoarse. "Time."
As she left the attic herself a few minutes later, Vee lingered amidst the spider webs hiding in the corners of the school hallway, pressing her cool forehead against the grimy windowpane. The setting sun painted the sky in bruise-like purples and oranges—a beauty she typically could only observe from indoors. Her own doubts were a cold, heavy stone in her silent chest. Her mother had spoken only in veiled warnings about intimacy growing up, which includes tales of teenage vampires accidentally draining lovers in ecstatic fervor. She'd always dismissed them as scare tactics… until now. She hugged herself, feeling the impossible fragility of eternity.
Three days later, the dissonant sounds of music filled Vee's dorm room. Her room mate: Sophie was practicing her DJ skills for an upcoming school dance. Vee hovered nervously into the doorway, twisting the hem of her black sweater. As Sophie looked at Vee, she said, "Vee? You okay? Anything troubling you that you wanna talk about?"
Vee smiled at Sophie's eager desire to help her out. She was Vee's sole female confidante at this school, a friend with blunt honesty who knew exactly what Vee was and didn't care.
Vee took a deep, unnecessary breath. "Sophie..." She faltered, crimson eyes darting away. "I haven't lived in the human world as long as you, and there are still many things I don't understand. So tell me... when is the best time for humans to start having sex?"
Sophie froze as she looked at Vee with surprise. "Sex?" Her voice cracked. She blinked at Vee's earnest expression – high cheekbones taut with anxiety, fingers worrying her sweater threads. "Whoa. Okay." Sophie killed the music, plunging them into sudden silence thick with dust motes dancing in the lamplight. She patted the lumpy dorm mattress beside her. "Why the sudden curiosity? Is this... Elijah-related?" Her tone softened with protective caution. "You're not rushing anything, right?"
Vee sank onto the mattress beside Sophie, the worn springs groaning. She traced the faded constellation patterns stitched into Sophie's quilt. "Well he asked if our kind can... do that... after I asked him if he thought we were ready for... that." Her whisper was barely audible. "And I realized I don't know. I mean, my mother told me stories of fledglings losing control during passion, draining lovers before they could stop. But she also spoke of ancient covens bonded for centuries through intimacy." Vee clenched her fists on the quilt. "I want Elijah. Truly. But what if I hurt him?"
Sophie took Vee's icy hand between her warm palms, grounding her. "Okay, deep breaths." Sophie's voice was low, calm. "Look... my mom once told me that sex is like opening a sealed vault inside yourself. It can be incredible, magical even—connecting you to someone deeper than blood." She squeezed Vee's fingers gently. "But flinging that vault open too soon, or with the wrong person?" Sophie shook her head, eyes serious. "It can leave cracks in your soul that sting longer than any disease. Protecting yourself is more than just using condoms, Vee. It's guarding your heart until you're with someone that you know will actually help protect it. I mean you don't have a heart... but I think you know what I mean."
Vee nodded slowly, Sophie's familiar voice loosening the knot in her chest. Her friend leaned closer, voice dropping conspiratorially. "But with all that being said, I don't know if something bad might happen from a human and a vampire having sex. However... my mom also told me that if I thought I was ready to have sex, I should be ready to accept any and all consequences from doing it... but then she added that the best person to have sex with is someone that I'm completely certain will face up to those consequences alongside me... and I know Elijah will support you no mater what. You know you can trust him to always have your back. So even though I don't know if your bodies our compatible for sex; your souls are."
Elijah meanwhile was in his dorm room as he paced back and forth, still thinking about what to do when it came to his relationship with Vee. Suddenly, Elijah's ghostly friend Demi floated into the room with a casual smile on his face. "Trouble in paradise?" the ghost-boy chirped, translucent eyebrows waggling.
Elijah froze, heat creeping up his neck.
"It's… complicated," he muttered, avoiding Demi's unnervingly perceptive gaze. The ghost drifted lower until he hovered eye-level, the cold aura preceding him like a draft. "Complicated?" Demi chuckled, the sound echoing faintly off the walls. "Lad, I've witnessed Tudor court scandals that'd scorch your modern ears. You forget—I've been watching mortals wrestle with all kinds of issues since before your bloodline learned to sharpen stakes." He folded his arms, a wisp of spectral mist curling around his wrists. "Out with it."
Discussing sex with a specter who resembled a young boy felt wrong to Elijah, despite Demi being actually 600 years old. However, he couldn't deny that Demi had information that he didn't, so he decided to proceed. Taking a shaky breath, Elijah confessed, "It's Vee... she's... starting to wonder if we're ready to have sex... and so am I. But... I'm not sure if we're ready, and if it be safe for us."
"Ah, young love," Demi sighed, wisps trailing like smoke. "A vampire's passion isn't poison, lad—it's wildfire. Vee's bloodlust isn't separate from desire; it is desire." He drifted closer, frost prickling Elijah's skin. "But if you'd like some precautions... teach Vee to feel your heartbeat as her compass. But if her fangs graze you..." Demi's eyes darkened, centuries-old sorrow bleeding through. "Pray she chooses mercy before hunger swallows her. Many fledglings drowned lovers in blissful ignorance. Although I think Vee cares too much for you to let an accident like that happen."
Elijah clenched his fists, knuckles white. "And Vee? Could I somehow accidentally hurt her?"
Demi snorted. "Her body won't break. But her spirit?" He gestured vaguely toward the window, where twilight deepened. "Binding herself to a mortal? It's risky. Vampires mate for life. So once she makes love to you, she will never even want to be with another. So you both have to make sure you are indeed right for the other. Also, Vee has potentially centuries to live, while you likely have decades. She'll out live you... and when you die, she may find herself living in sorrow indefinitely."
Elijah then looked down, his face becoming sad as he said, "I could never pass away leaving Vee heart broken like that."
But then Demi's voice softened unexpectedly as he said, "Well... consider this: I died choking on plague fumes at eleven years old, dreaming of a kiss with a girl in my village that I never tasted." Demi's form flickered, momentarily insubstantial. "Life can end mid-sentence without a moment's notice. Even un-dead creatures like vampires and ghosts can have their essence snuffed from existence at a moment's notice. So don't wait for the perfect moment to experience love. If it's real, it's unconditional, and it's someone who is ready to accept any and all consequences with you... go for it."
The next morning, Elijah found Vee perched on the mossy gargoyle ledge overlooking the school's disused chapel garden. Her bare feet dangled over the drop, toes brushing damp morning lilies blooming below. The scent of wet stone and crushed petals rose with the mist.
"I couldn't sleep," Elijah confessed, sitting beside her. The gargoyle's cold stone seeped through his jeans. Below them, dew glistened on spiderwebs strung between thorny roses. Elijah watched Vee's profile—the sharp line of her jaw, the almost invisible tremor in her lips.
Vee then turned to look right at Elijah. Her eyes were ancient forests, dark with centuries-old instinct warring with teenage yearning. Eventually Vee confessed, "Elijah, I want to have sex with you... but I'm terrified of my hunger. Terrified of hurting you. Terrified that..." She swallowed hard. "...that if we do this, and I lose control... I'll wake up to your corpse." A shudder wracked her shoulders. "But I am more terrified of living forever not knowing what loving you completely feels like."
Elijah reached out, his thumb tracing the chilled skin beneath her eye where a tear would fall if she were human. He felt the faint, delicate pulse of her true nature humming beneath the surface—a predator's stillness coiled tight. He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing in the scent of old roses clinging to her hair. "I'm scared too. Scared of you breaking me. Scared of leaving you alone centuries from now." His fingers slid into hers—icy smooth against his warmth—and squeezed. "But despite all that... I'm more scared of getting to experience love in it's deepest and most powerful form." His voice thickened. "So despite all the risks... I wanna make love to you Vee. I wanna make love to you so much."
Vee's breath hitched—a sharp, silent gasp. Her eyes flared crimson, ancient power swirling in their depths as centuries of instinct screamed caution. She pressed her cool lips to his temple. Her whisper was a vow torn from the deepest shadow: "Okay." She pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze with fierce resolve. "I promise you... I will try as hard as possible not to hurt you." Her fingers tightened on his. "If we do this... when we do this... there can be no hesitation. Trust me?"
Elijah didn't hesitate. He kissed her—deep, desperate, tasting sunlight and eternity on her cold mouth. "Always," he breathed against her lips. "Tonight."
Moonlight pooled on Elijah's dorm room floor like liquid silver. He stood by his narrow bed, wearing only boxers, the worn cotton clinging to his hips. Shadows carved valleys across his tense abdomen as he paced—three steps to the peeling wallpaper, three steps back. Each creak of floorboards echoed like thunder. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat counting down seconds. He gripped the windowsill, knuckles white, gazing out at the ink-black sky as he waited for Vee.
The, the door opened without a sound. Vee stood silhouetted against the hallway's dim glow, clad in a black bath robe. However, once Vee closed the door behind her, she immediately let her black bath robe fall to the ground. Now she stood only in black lace underwear. Moonlight caught the sharp angles of her collarbones, the impossible smoothness of her undead skin. Her crimson eyes burned in the darkness, fixed on him—predatory, yet trembling. Silence thickened, heavy with the scent of anticipation—old books, dust, and beneath it all, the coppery tang of Elijah's thrumming pulse.
Slowly, deliberately, Vee crossed the room. Each step was liquid grace, a panther stalking prey she longed to cherish, not consume. Stopping an inch from him, she lifted trembling hands to her underwear. Elijah mirrored her, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of his boxers. Their eyes locked—a storm of blue meeting ancient crimson. No words. Fabric whispered to the floor. Soon, the two teenagers were both naked. Elijah was carved warmth, muscle, and mortal frailty. Vee was marble-cool perfection, veins like faint blue rivers beneath alabaster. Elijah reached out, fingertips brushing the curve of her waist. Her skin was silk over steel. A shudder ran through her; not cold, but restraint fraying.
They sank onto the narrow mattress, springs groaning. Elijah rolled atop her, heat meeting coolness. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer. He kissed her throat, tasting salt and moonlight. Her gasp was sharp—a silent inhalation. Fingers tangled in his hair as he trailed kisses lower. As Elijah's kisses went down Vee's body, she arched off the bed with a strangled cry. Her fangs glinted—sharp, lethal—but didn't descend. *Control,* he felt her thinking, the thought vibrating through her tense muscles. He moved lower still, worshipping her with lips and tongue until her undead body trembled, her cries muffled against her own wrist. Only then did he rise, meeting her eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, endless black pools rimmed with blood-red fire. "Trust me," she whispered, voice ragged.
Then... Elijah had his body become one with Vee. The joining was electric—cold and heat, human frailty and vampiric strength colliding, merging. Elijah gasped as pleasure tore through him, sharp and sweet. Beneath him, Vee moaned, her head thrown back, throat exposed. Her fangs were fully extended now, gleaming ivory daggers in the moonlight. She clutched his shoulders, blunt human nails digging crescents into his skin. "Anchor me," she pleaded, her voice thick with hunger and ecstasy. "Your heartbeat... focus on it..." Elijah obeyed, driving deeper, each thrust syncing with the frantic drumming in his chest. Her hips met his, a rhythm ancient and desperate. Her cool skin flushed with an approximation of warmth. She gasped his name—a sound torn between rapture and terror—as her body clenched around him. He felt the razor-sharp edge of her fangs graze his shoulder, a feather-light scrape. A shudder of primal fear mixed with dizzying pleasure. Her breath hitched. He saw the struggle blaze in her crimson eyes—the predator warring with the lover. Her grip tightened impossibly. Then, with a guttural cry, she buried her face against his neck... but her mouth stayed closed. Teeth retracted. She held him, trembling, as the two felt the sensation of their climax crash over them around the same time—a wave of cold fire and human warmth, terrifying and perfect. They clung together in the aftermath, sweat-slicked and breathless, silent except for the frantic thunder of Elijah's heart against Vee's silent chest. Her lips pressed gently to the pulse point on his throat.
As the two naked teenagers lay together, Elijah traced the curve of Vee's spine. Moonlight painted silver pathways across her cool skin. Her head rested on his chest, listening intently to the slowing rhythm beneath her ear. "That felt..." Elijah began, his voice rough from exertion and wonder, "...like catching lightning." He paused, fingers stilling on the small of her back. "Cold and electric. Terrifying. Beautiful." Vee shifted, propping herself up on one elbow. Her crimson eyes, softer now, scanned his face—the flush fading from his cheeks, the slight tremor in his hands. "For me," she whispered, her gaze drifting to the untouched hollow of his throat where her fangs had hovered, "it felt like warmth. Real warmth... like sunlight without the burn." She looked back at him, vulnerability stripping centuries from her gaze. "I thought... I feared the hunger would win. That I'd taste you and... never stop." A shudder rippled through her. "But your heartbeat... it grounded me. It was my anchor in the storm." Her cool fingertips brushed his lips. "You trusted me with your life tonight. Thank you Elijah."
Elijah caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. He tasted salt and moonlight. "I'd trust you with eternity." His voice cracked. Silence draped the room again, thick with shared awe and the lingering scent of their union—coppery adrenaline, sweat, and something indefinable, ancient and new. He traced the faint blue veins beneath her collarbone. "Did it..." He hesitated, suddenly shy. "...feel good for you? Truly?" A ghost of a smile touched Vee's lips. "Elijah Summers," she murmured, her cool breath fanning his skin, "I think... I forgot how to breathe." Her eyes locked onto his, crimson depth meeting ocean blue. "My body doesn't function like yours. But the feeling... the connection..." She pressed her forehead to his. "It shattered me. Rebuilt me." Her whisper was fierce with conviction. "I love you. More than the night loves the stars. More than eternity loves silence."
Elijah cupped her face, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips. The profound intimacy of their bodies entwined, the impossible feat achieved, settled deep in his bones. "Forever," he vowed, the word resonating with impossible weight. "However long I live... however long you endure... I am yours." He pulled her closer, lips finding hers in a kiss that echoed their earlier desperation, but gentler now—a seal on a promise etched in moonlight and trust. "I love you, Vee Hauntley. Beyond blood, beyond life, beyond death itself. I'll love you forever." Her arms tightened around him, cool limbs sheltering mortal warmth. "Forever," she echoed against his mouth.
THE END (FOR NOW)