Rule 10 - Tanis
NOT ALL WOMEN ARE YOUR FRIENDS.
“You ever watch a dirty movie?” I asked Delia as I set her in her own seat and took mine beside her.
“Damon makes me watch them with him. I’m supposed to take notes so that when I have a body again, I can do the things they do.”
I frowned.
“Damon...”
“Loves me,” she finished my sentence. “And when I get a body back, we’ll be able to do stuff like that again.” She raised her little doll arm and pointed to the screen, where a brunette was letting a dude in cutoffs and fur glued to his arms and back jerk off onto her bare chest.
“But then what?” I asked. “You said it yourself. Damon wants you as a sex slave, but shouldn’t there be more to your relationship?”
I was trying to reason with Delia, but she was transfixed with the movie. A pale man with plastic fangs and too much hair product entered the scene and was staring at the pair, his arms crossed and his eyes broody.
“Delia!” I hissed. It was dark in the theater, and we were alone, but I didn’t want anyone to come in and wonder why I was talking to myself.
“Huh?” She turned, and her blank face turned sour. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not going to work. Damon wants your body. I’m taking it.”
“Damon wants it, but do you?”
She looked me up and down and scrunched up her face. “Not really. You’re shorter than I was. And more... I was a runner. I’ll have to get used to the soft parts.”
“Are you fat-shaming me?” I straightened my spine. I was quite happy with my body, as were many a man, her man included.
“I wouldn’t say you’re fat.” Delia snickered. “You just have more curves than I’d be used to.”
“Wow, okay. Well, at least it’s not reversed. I’d hate to have to get your former body.”
“You don’t know what I looked like.” She crossed her arms and turned back to the screen. The broody guy had joined in on the fun. Now the brunette was slobbering on the furry guy’s knob while tugging on the other one’s schlong.
“I do, actually. Damon showed me at dinner. He said you’d died.” Technically, he hadn’t lied. He had just omitted the part about him being the one to do it, and that it had just been her body to die, not her soul.
Delia grew quiet.
“He promised me he’d find me a body and then we’d get married and settle down. I don’t know what to do with my life if I can’t have children.”
“I think that’s a rather old way of thinking. So many people live happy lives without kids.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I have to.” She stood up in her seat and turned to face me. “You ruined everything, you know.Damon had it all figured out. And even if he was lying about having money, or me being able to conceive, he would have figured it out. I didn’t have to know all of this!” She threw up her hands and something slid from her eyes. Something... liquid.
I reached forward and touched her plastic cheek, dabbing the tip of my finger in whatever it was. I brought it to the light from the screen. It was red.
“You bleed?”
“I bleed. My heart pumps, everything inside is real organs. I can even get wet.”
“Wet?” I shook my head, not understanding.
“You know.” She nodded to the screen, where the brunette was now on all fours, taking the furry man in her behind.
“Oh.” I tried to form words but my mind was blank and racing with a million thoughts all at once. Finally, I sputtered, “Do you and Damon…?”
“No! Of course not. Why do you think we need your body so bad? I’m sick of using plastic. I need the real thing.”
I stared at the screen, watching the vampire and werewolf fuck the brunette to oblivion. Poor Craven didn’t have that. He was able to get good feelings by rubbing the general area, but he had no actual human anatomy like Delia’s doll form did.
