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Diamonds and Deviants

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She was just about to raise one of the shutters to take a look outside when there was a loud bang and the shutters on the side next to her shuddered with an impact.

Celtica rushed to the computer to see what it was, even though she knew what it was. The face on the computer screen looked ill. Though vampires are technically dead, they don’t usually appear dead and they never seem to get sick. They can still be affected by different poisons, she had the proof of that on her computer screen right now.

Warfarin thins the blood and in rats, which it was designed for, it kills by slow suffocation. The blood is no longer thick enough to carry sufficient amounts of oxygen and the rat’s heart pounds away until it either bursts or the rat suffocates. Celtica didn’t know what effect so much warfarin would have on an exceptionally ancient vampire but apparently, it made them rather ill.

The vampire dropped from the screen. He’d succumbed to the toxin - or that’s what he hoped she’d think. Celtica wasn’t anywhere close to being so naïve, and she didn’t go outside in a panic to find out what had happened to the vampire. He could drop to the ground floor and spatter on the pavement for all she cared. She made a mental note that the warfarin and smart water would need to be replenished and the warfarin dose could be increased - by double, at least.

Knowing that her parents, sisters, brother or any of her many relatives (and quite possibly, all of them) could be on their way, she had to make herself presentable. By presentable, she meant less scaly and less old. She didn’t mind looking fifty but it would cause confusion to people that she integrated with on a daily basis.

Before she disrobed, she made certain that the vampire hadn’t damaged any of the shutters. She manoeuvred the cameras to every angle to check on them. Not a dent, just a few threads of his clothing, caught on the hinged edges. She’d get them checked out anyway, better to be safe than sorry, but for now, she had work to do.

The living room was a symphony in sumptuous extravagance, all paid for by daddy’s diamonds. They were easy to come by, so why not utilise them, he’d told her. He liked to spoil his daughters rotten, even though they didn’t need it.

Celtica especially loved the enormous fireplace. It took up a quarter of the wall and when it was in use properly, cut the heating bill of the building by a substantial amount. Win-win.

Celtica undressed and threw her clothes onto the sofa, then she pulled the thermal screens around the fireplace so that she didn’t scorch any of her beautiful furniture and then she clambered into the fireplace.

The fireplace was large enough to allow her to become her dragon self if she remembered not to fully unfurl both wings at the same time. When she was all dragon and had had a good enough stretch, she breathed fire onto herself, gentle waves of blue flames wafted over her scales and she closed her eyes with the sheer pleasure of it all. She writhed and undulated in the flames and at last, the heat was sufficient to ensure that even her scales had softened.

Celtica allowed the flames to die down and she sighed as she looked at her blackened and ruined scales. Her wings, being the thinnest, were tattered and spoiled and one lonely, scalding hot dragon’s tear slid down her face to evaporate before it reached her chin.

Now for the painful part. She had to slough off her ruined skin.

She reached one clawed arm around the back of her head and used those claws to score deep into her skin.

She allowed herself one small whimper as her tough claws scratched deep below the epidermis and down to the tender part of her dragon hide. The scratching had to continue, using both front claws to tear and gouge at the dragon skin. She worked from the top of her scaly head down her spine and when she had scraped through the blackened top layer for as far as she could reach with her front claws, she began using the claws on her rear legs. They were far more powerful and sharp and they scored the skin much faster.

The scales dropped off in ones and twos as she scraped and scratched her own skin and when she was ragged from the top of her head, all along the bony ridges of her spine and along her tail, she began on her chest.