Chapter One: The First Forbidden Act
He stared down at me with the red eyes of a vampire; though his lust wasn't for my skin, it was for the red liquid flowing through my veins. I could tell he didn't want to, didn't mean to, either, yet he found himself moving closer and closer to the nape of my neck. He pulled back and stopped, but I could tell he needed my blood more than I.
He was suffering from his hunger as a newly-transformed, as he called it, "One-of-Them."
"No. Go ahead." I told him, resting my hands on the back of his head.
His breath hitched.
Slowly, I could feel the trembling boy beneath me surrender to his needs.
I closed my eyes and waited to be devoured.
And then, I felt it: the stinging sensation of Haru's fangs penetrating my skin. A dull ache.
An endless torrent of blood spilled down my body, soaking the scene before me in red.
My blue-green eyes widened in pain as he bit down, deeper and deeper.
"It hurts..." I whimpered in a barely-audable voice. But, he didn't listen.
The warm embrace of Haru no longer felt welcoming as it had before. His once-skinny stature now bulged with bone-crushing muscles. I could feel my twig-like arms crush under his pressure and strength. His once soft and luscious lips no longer bore the innocent smile as it had, but now had pointy, intermediating fangs that stuck out. His skin was almost as pale as the moon. But, under all of his now-vampire-like features, I could still see the adolescent boy whose face used to be filled with laughter. In real-life, he was truly crying out for help.
He was calling out my name and begging for me to save him.
"Michelle..." He cried.
At this moment I knew that if I wanted to save my best friend from reaching the point of insanity, I would have to be his...
"Blood Slave."