Rating: M for Yuri and drug use
Disclaimer: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Watchmen are copyright Alan Moore. Mina Harker is copyright to Bram Stoker. I am just borrowing the characters.
Author's Note / Warning: Call me crazy for doing this, but I really wanted to try writing a piece where Mina goes lesbian with Laurie. This story is just something I did out of boredom and it doesn't matter to me if everyone thinks it's smut. However, I do realize that whenever there are lesbians in the works of Alan Moore, they always get killed. To better describe this story, Mina is a vampire living in the 1980s, all the other League members are dead, and while looking for prey, she finds Laurie, who is engaged to Dan. This was a song-fic, but I removed the song lyrics because I felt that they were not necessary.
When I met her, things went different from according to plan.
It was a late night, I was hitting the bars in an American town for a chance to find something to satisfy my appetite. The atmosphere of the bar was dark with dim ceiling lights, the air was heavy with smoke and the odour of booze. Around me were men in leather and denim, women scantily clad, such drastic contrast to the time period I had known in my youth.
I wore something befitting of the current time period, yet I was not exposing more than I needed. The leather jacket, boots, mini skirt, red blouse and choker band was enough.
As I located an empty seat at the bar, I looked down the bar to see a woman attempting to light a cigarette in a bizarre cigarette holder. Her style of clothing was similar to mine, only she wore tight denim trousers and a white blouse, her dark hair hung in curtains around her face and shoulders. It was more than her appearance I was drawn to, I found the scent of her perfume and her body very alluring.
She was getting frustrated with her lighter when I finally approached her and lit her cigarette with my own lighter. I smiled at her as she accepted my assistance and inhaled the tobacco smoke.
"Thank you," she said taking a puff. I had a better look at her, she appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties, yet she had a very shapely figure for her age. She had eyes blue like my own, lips almost as red and curvy as mine, a beauty mark highlighted her right cheek, and the addition of make up enhanced the shape of her face.
"Glad to be of help," I said. "May I ask what your name is?"
"It's Laurie," she answered between puffs. "Yours?"
"Mina," I answered. "Just going to be in town for several nights."
"That's funny, my fiancé is out of town for several nights."
"You're getting married?" My brow was arching over my right eye.
"Within a few months," she said. I noticed that her glass, which had smudges from her lipstick, was empty.
"Allow me to buy you another drink," I offered. I asked the bar tender another glass for my new acquaintance.
"I appreciate it," said Laurie. She downed the drink I got for her.
The next thing I knew was that I was walking with her back to her flat, we exchanged giggles as we walked through the streets. She told me of this fiancé of hers, that they had been working together and she was taking the time to herself while he was absent. In return, I told her I was travelling the world while I was off work, which was partly true since the world would call upon my services again.
We entered her flat, which we had all to ourselves, a regular place with furniture and very little decor. She removed her jacket and tossed it on a chair, I quickly repeated her action. Laurie sat down on the couch and I took a seat next to her. She stared at me with her bright blue eyes, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Then, the two of us were pressing our lips together.
Kissing a woman was so different from kissing a man. I had relationships with men before, my poor unfortunate husband, Dorian, then Tom. Yet, due to my condition, relationships with them did not last long. After being with different men from time to time, a woman felt new and refreshing.
With every kiss I gave her, I could taste the tobacco and booze in her mouth. Even though the taste would have been repulsive in a man's mouth, but a woman's mouth was so much sweeter.
I had only just met this woman I was kissing on the couch. She began to undo the buttons of my blouse and I undid the buttons on hers. Considering that she was engaged, she probably had to be very drunk to start kissing someone else, especially a woman.
"I do hope your fiancé isn't going to know of this when he returns," I said as I lay next to her on the couch.
"I probably won't remember this to tell him," she said with a laugh. She stroked my auburn hair with her slender fingers. "Your hair is like silk, I could never get my own to be just as soft."
She drifted off to sleep after our quick fling, I inhaled the scent of her hair and her perfume. I stared at her body exposed by the opened blouse, her skin was pale and smooth. Then, I found that my mouth was on her throat.
It was too hard to resist, I had to get blood sooner or later. Pricking her neck with my fangs, I drew the warm red liquid. I lapped the blood greedily with my tongue, savouring every drop. However, I did not want to go out of control and drain her dry, since I really did enjoy my encounter with her.
When I was done, I put my blouse and jacket back on and left the flat. I had to admit, I enjoyed kissing her more than drinking her blood. She was in a deep sleep when I drank her blood and she was drunk, so she could not remember everything. I hoped that I did not do anything to change her into a vampire, it would be a burden for her future husband.
I looked back for a moment, thinking about how much thrill I got from kissing another woman. I turned away and kept walking, knowing that she and I will never see each other again.