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American Werewolves in London
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Helena watched television for awhile. Thankfully, shows like Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer had had VHS tapes made of them since the DVD player was busted some time during the uprising. Helena wasn’t sure, but it looked as though a human jaw had been shoved into the disc slot…
She looked up worridly toward the door.
Bette was screaming her name.
When she arrived outside, the sun was just rising. Her skin began to feel prickly. But this was the least of their worries.
Three…things…had arrived. Or maybe they weren’t things, maybe they were just they.
When Helena ran outside, it took only a few seconds to clear up the misconception. Bette had already recognized the women in their yard…
Just outside their door, with her back to the purple-orange horizon and still black sky, was a seething, shaking silhouette of three people. The first had dark red hair, newly dyed. Her eyes glowed red, but Helena still recognized her.
In moments, they were in one another’s arms, kissing passionately. The woman muttered her displeasure at being abandoned by Helena. Bette heard her ask ‘where the fuck were you guys’ before shoving her tongue in her girlfriend’s mouth…
“Hey!” Bette rose a full foot in the air, flew toward them, and pulled the two apart. Helena looked at her in a daze. The other woman looked dazed as well, then sheepish.
“Tina?” Bette hissed. It all made sense. Their late night rendezvous to fetch blood, the way they looked at one another…
“Enough.” Tina’s disconcerting ability to read Bette’s mind was still…well…disconcerting. “I’m sorry…but I promise you, nothing like this has happened before. We were just happy to see one another.” She trailed off with a sigh and walked past Bette quickly. “The sun is coming up. Where can I sleep?”
“On the motherfucking COUCH!” Bette was only slightly hysterical. Only slightly. She was stopped from continuing after Tina and ranting some more, by the arrival of two more visitors. She hugged these two, since they didn’t try to kiss her girlfriend. Helena was still in a daze, but she had moved inside with an apologetic look back at Bette.
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Ah … dreams of a redheaded Laurel Holloman playing a badass in Angel, *sigh* … great chapter babe x
Looks like Tina needs a synopsis of the story so far as much as we readers. It HAS been a long while HB, but its good to see you back. Hope you’re good and will grace us with more smutty fiction soon, be it comic, horror, sci-fi, or whatever else it is you do.
Just when I was starting to lose all hope of a much-needed “werewolves and smut” fix! Poor Jenny’s condition is beyond pitiful, although my sympathies are muted by the fact that she interrupted alleyway sex.
hey there Hels, just got back from a few days from the coast and read your chapter and loved it!!!
Great to see the Werewolf story resurrected! Hope to read more soon.
Hey HB, Sweet to have you back and posting this enticing adventure. I just love the light and shade of your wonderful words. Bette and Helena were smoking. Jenny was… just Jenny, sad and pitiful, Shane and Carmen were delicious and Tina. Tina, Tina. Tina! Image is perfect. Badass Tee. Loving it all . Please continue soon. Many thanks for making me laugh. Your Loyal Fan.
finally someone once again writing about bette and helena, i luv this story especially since i am a vampire lover, but we never seem to get enough of the bette and helena pairing. thanks for posting, keep it up!!!!!!!
Happy to see this story back. Bette should kick Helena to the curb alone with her homely skank ass new girlfriend…..I’m sure she shouldn’t have any problem finding someone else.