Rule 10 - Tanis

NOT ALL WOMEN ARE YOUR FRIENDS.

" Y ou 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.

"Why are you so quiet now? Does me having real emotions and needs bother you?" She sat down with a huff.

"No. It's just... Craven's never cried."

It wasn't that he wasn't able to. Now that I'd seen Delia, I was sure that he was capable. It was just that he didn't. While Delia's existence was sad, Craven's was angry. Both valid, but... different.

"Don't you miss it?" she asked, pointing to the screen. The brunette was spreading someone's cum all across her chest. "The fun of it all? Damon is a good lover."

The night before flashed in my mind. She was right to miss that mouth of his.

"Wait, is that why he didn't try to penetrate me? Because he's waiting?"

"Yes. But he confessed he was close with you. That's why we have to kill you." She climbed off her seat and motioned for me to follow her. "We'll kill Craven too. Although I'm not entirely sure how yet. Maybe toss him in a fire, like you threatened to do to me."

I followed her and lifted her when we reached the doors. I turned back to the screen. "Don't you want to see the ending?"

The trio were currently nude and traveling through some trees now.

"I think I get the gist." Delia snickered. "I haven't changed my mind. I'm taking your body tomorrow morning. Bring me back to Damon."

Tomorrow? I had to figure out something. I wasn't going to let her possess my body. Where was I going to go?

I blinked. That was it.

I passed by the ticket booth and paused, turning to talk to him.

"Hey, could I leave my doll with you for a bit? I'll come back." He scrunched up his nose in distaste, so I offered him money. "I'll give you a hundred bucks to stuff her underthecounter and not tell anyone about her. I'll come back in a few hours, I promise."

"I want the money first." He held out his hand. I breathed out in a huff and pulled out my phone. Paying him through an app, I handed him Delia. He tossed her under his desk, and her plastic body clanked against the wood. He nodded to me. "Cool. Not sure why you waited to leave thedoll until after you saw the movie, but not my business. Be back before I close, or I'm tossing it in the dumpster."

I saluted him. "I will," I said and hurried out. I knew what I was looking for. Or rather, who I'd belooking for.

I went back to the hotel and beelined for the convention hall. Security stopped me, but I flashed my badge and was let in without a fight. I hadn't even been signed up for thisparticularevent,but just my name alone got me a ticket and a table when I went with Damon earlier to get signed in. I was famous in this world, and I was about to use my weight to get what I needed fast.

"Is Baldwin here?" I asked a couple putting out their Cabbage Patch Doll collection for tomorrow.

"Who?" they asked.

"Baldwin Wendl? You know, the guy with the..."

Recognition flashed in the couple's eyes, and they grimaced. "Oh, him? I think they put him in the back corner. He's not exactly..."

I waved them off. "I know, I just have to talk to him. Thanks." I hurried toward the direction they'd pointed and my heart leaped with glee as I spotted the large man with the bad combover and spotted suspenders. He rotated slowly and when he saw me, he took me in slowly, whistling as his eyes went up my body.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Tanis, the sexiest thing in the industry. What is the pleasure?" He waddled over, offering his swollen, sweaty palm. I stared at it, not willing to shake it. I breathed deeply, knowing that I was about to open the most unsettling can of worms.

"I need to purchase some of your wares."

He grinned, running his tongue along his teeth.

"Well, well, well. You want one of my dolls? You know they cost a pretty penny. I hand make them all myself. Each one can take months."

I put up a hand. "I know, I know. I've seen them. I've heard your story. I-I've decided I'd like to own..." I steadied my breathing. Baldwin was already starting to sweat with excitement. How he wasn't on some list with the FBI by now was beyond me.

"Oh sweetie, we don't have to go into full details here." He put his hand on my lower back, just high enough to not catch a case. "Why don't you look at my catalogue while I get the background check paperwork ready. It's quite extensive. We don't want any weirdos, do we?"

Ha! I could laugh.

I was the weirdo, mister.