Vladimir in my version is not a boy, but a girl named Vladimira- not that it matters as you read, you can still think of him... her... as a guy.

This starts right after Vlad pushed into Otis's mind to shove Dorian away, book 4.

Judging by the feedback or stuff, is what decides if I write more. So please, comment.

I took a step back, for no reason did I want to be any closer to Dorian then I just was, "Whoa man, what the hell was that!" I may have been shaking but my voice came out relatively smooth, but loud. The look of surprise remained on his face, I don't think he had registered what had just happened let alone my question. Otis spoke to him, but it was a blur to me that mixed in with the angry crowd around him, I watched as Dorian turned to the door, stopping as he pulled it open. He looked over his shoulder and spoke something to Otis, but my eyes remained locked on his… his iridescent blue eyes, until he shut the door behind him.

I finally broke my stare and averted my gaze to Otis, he was speaking with Vikas and a great discomfort crossed his face, I was still frozen in my place. I was a little freaked out because not only had I almost been sucked dry but I also would have liked it, I leaned back against the wall trying to think of a reason and also trying not to collapse to the ground. Looking back up to Otis, and in a more shaky voice then before I spoke, "What was that?" Otis, Vikas, and the other vampires looked at me as if remembering that I could have almost died, Vikas put a hand on Otis's shoulder and looked at me, "Dorian… is to have both our respect and fear."

'Yeah, I kind of got that', I thought, 'I thinks he's got enough of my fear!' I sighed and stood back up, walking to a couch in the living room, the safest place for me to be is here and I still almost became a juice box. All I had wanted was to sleep, but with adrenaline coursing through my veins, I just remained sitting on the couch listening to the vampires once again becoming comfortable and joking and talking in Russian, French, Elysian, and at rare points English.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, sitting sideways in the couch now, resting my hands on my legs, looking at the onyx ring on my finger, not particularly thinking about anything. I watched as the vampires started to disperse and eventually the only ones left in the house were Vikas, Otis, and I. Otis spoke to me in a soft and tired voice, "Come… I'll walk you home now," he grabbed for his coat, "No…. I'll walk myself home in a bit." Anyone could tell that he was exhausted and I was in no hurry to leave their protection, and after a few moments standing by the door still holding on to his jacket he returned it to the rack, as if sensing what I was thinking, "You are welcome to sleep here, Vlad." He placed a hand on my shoulder and I smiled up at him, I would go home, just not yet. They slowly walked up to the rooms, watching their shadows disappear I stood up, listening to my knees crack after being bent for some many hours. Silence was all I could hear, as if the house was just as empty as the day after the fire, there wasn't even any noise of crickets or animals outside. I cleared my throat to break the silence, then slipped outside, leaning against the shut door, remembering my vision from when I was younger. Shutting the door when I ran outside to meet my mother, quickly I blink away the memory while taking a step forward.

I didn't get very far, reaching about the middle of the road- standing up on my toes I froze, Dorian was right across the street, smiling on the sidewalk, balancing myself I looked over my shoulder, wondering if I could run back to the door and shut it before he reached me, but he shook his head as if reading my mind. I forced a smirk, sliding my shaking hands into my hoodie pocket, "Hello Vladimira." he smiled as my name slipped off his tongue, then he took a deep breath, holding out his hands again while shrugging, "I believe our first encounter was a bit brief…" he watched me, waiting for me to respond but language had escaped me for a time being. He continued as if sensing this, "Wouldn't you agree?" before I had even processed what he was asking I found myself shaking my head in agreement. He smiled, a hint of a fang visible for a second, walking towards me his hands still out in front of him as if pleading, but my feet were frozen to the ground. I wasn't sure if it was his mind control or if I was just to frightened to move, he shook his head to the second one. Then I remembered that he could move past mind barriers, so my mind was as open to him as just speaking, my face flushed bright red as he shook his head, his charming smile still on his lips, and he was now inches from me, practically standing on top of me.

I wasn't short, and he was very tall, but the top of my head only reached about the middle of his face, I had to look up to keep eye contact with him now as he was literally only about an inch away from me in the closest spot between us. The tone he used was both caring and stern, "I must have your blood…. You understand?" the look in his eyes match his tone, and I couldn't help but stare, I couldn't think of anyway out, then the thought hit me to get Vikas or Otis again. But hurt and impatience replaced the look in Dorian's face, "If you shall choose to contact either of them… The only good it will do is allow them to be present… I shall not make the silly mistake of underestimating you again…" And like that I had no way out again. Forcing myself to break my gaze from his I looked straight ahead, at his mouth, and slowly slid my foot back, once I realized how easy it was I quickly backed up, turning my back to him to go back into the house, "Sorry Dorian…. But I'm beginning to think our last meeting was maybe a bit too long." I forced a smile and found the door knob.

My fingers glided over the doorknob, my hand was shaking so visibly that if Dorian couldn't feel I was scared, then he would be able to see it now. As my hand managed to tighten around it I felt something strange occur, a pulling sensation- pulling me back to Dorian. I knew I didn't want to go back towards him, so he wasn't controlling me, I didn't want it, but slowly my head turned around, looking over my shoulder, gritting my teeth I looked at him. He was standing in the middle of the road now, his head tipped forward and to the side a little, and an impatient frown on his face, his hands out at his sides still. A smirk grew on his face and I found myself slowly forcing my shaking legs to turn and walk up to him. Shaking legs that were either shaking because of my fear or shaking for the simple fact that I was trying to restrain myself, but the feeling of me collapsing to the ground was replaced with the need to move.

What are you doing? He definitely didn't have the same hold on me that he had before in the house, but my movements felt like they were his again. His words came out cold, but he sounded as though he was putting as much care into them as he could force, "I was going to be nice…. If you agreed, then I would… nudge… your mind into liking it, but…," he sighed, a smile still on his face as I inched closer and closer, "sense you refused my offer… I shall only move your body to help." his head tipped back now, watching… waiting for me to reach him again. The thought that I was so used to thinking but never having said only reminded me that he was not deaf or blind or respectful to my thoughts like other vampires, That isn't fair! A look of understanding and sympathy crossed his face, "You already understand the depths of this… But… life isn't fair."

I would have to try to get Otis or Vikas to help me, as I began to call them- scream for them to come and save me, Dorian raised his hand. I couldn't think anymore, everything just froze in my head, he looked down, the look of sympathy still in his dark ember eyes, "We shall have none of that… Who would it help?" he paused, releasing my mind again, "As I said, all it will do is allow them to watch…" I was only about a foot in front of him, the distance within each step grew smaller and smaller. "This way… they will never know… and we both know how much you hate people seeing you hurt…" I felt something tick in my body, my eyes shot up his- all fear erased and replaced with something like betrayal, he had been doing more then just reading my mind- he was searching it. "Especially when all they will be able to do is sit idly by… you know it would kill them, and that's why it kills you…"

Again I repeated my phrase, and he just gave a small laugh, finally I was back to where I started, only about an inch a part from him, my head tipped back to look up at his face. Something twinkled in his eyes and he continued speaking, "Do not take this personal… although, perhaps you should…? You are ever so special…" The back of his hand brushed my cheek, all I wanted to do was hightail it out of there and yet I still couldn't move my body. I looked straight ahead, not looking at his evil yet still charming face, I wasn't going to offer my blood to him unless he forced my arms to move, of which I already knew he could. I brought Nelly into mind, and Otis, I tried not to but the thoughts were to strong, what would they do if I died? They would have each other, so I suppose they would survive unharmed, Henry could have a normal vampire free life- except for when Joss came around.

Dorian flinched… more like jumped. As if just noticing that he could actually kill me, his head was tipped forward still looking down at me, he brought his hand up, softy pinching my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Tipping my head back so he could gaze into my eyes, "I will not kill you…" the sound his voice made was more like he was trying to convince himself rather then me, I stared into his eyes, wondering why he said the opposite of that earlier. Concern crossed his face, "I was out from under my own control… but I shall be in complete control this time." He was still staring into my eyes, I asked him in my mind, "I thought you couldn't control your callings?" I was almost mocking but I wasn't trying to be, only trying to give myself more time. His face didn't change, although I wished it would, his voice came out even more caring then before, "I can't…I can only barely manage it." That didn't make me feel very safe, I tried to force my arms up, but they wouldn't move, I felt my arms shake instead. He used his own hand to turn my head, tipping his head down further, breathing warmly on my neck, his own face brushing against mine, he paused for a brief second, "I am sorry for this…" he whispered close to my ear and I felt his teeth slide into my neck, his hand still gently holding my chin, all I could manage to do was try to move my arms.

He was getting distracted, I was able to force my hands up, but to slowly to push him back, barely even fast enough to be considered moving. As soon as I felt his shirt, I slid my hands up his stomach, towards his chest, trying to push him off, gritting my teeth and squinting my eyes because of how hard I was trying but it appeared that this was as hard as I could push. Pain sprawled in my body and his other hand moved under my own, wrapping around my rib to place his hand in the center of my shoulder blades, his hand moved from my chin to the side of my neck and face opposite of where he was biting, pushing me against his face. All the while bending me backwards, leaning over me. My throat was growing tight, where he was biting felt nothing more then just getting poked with needles, but my vision was beginning to blur, the colors fading, and I began to feel hollow. He was loosing his control over me, but sadly so was I.

Blood began to drip down onto my shoulder and chest, his face still burrowed in my neck, I was leaning back on his hand, my knees where only strong because he still had them under his control and I was still trying to push him off. Pressure was growing in my neck, for not only was he sucking the blood out of me, he was also sucking my skin, I clenched my hands onto his shirt, pulling on him, but only to stand myself. "Stop!" I finally managed, I couldn't speak out loud but I remembered that I didn't need to, he replied in my mind, "Not yet!" he let go of my neck and wrapped it around my back and now had both his hands in the center of my shoulders, my hands still clinging to his shirt, he let go of his mind control. I would have dropped if he hadn't been holding me up, my arms quickly fell back, now dangling, my knees bent, and gravity worked against me, tipping my head back more. I was losing more and more of my vision, my breathing rate increased and I felt not only my heart, but also Dorian's beat faster. Dorian was drinking too much of my blood, I tried to speak aloud, finally able to move my mouth, but all that came out was a hushed voiced that never made it out of my throat, but it didn't need to. "Dorian… you… have to… stop." I could feel that there was no longer color in my lips, or anywhere else in my body. I was going to die.

Dorian slowly pulled away, taking only his fangs out, his mouth still open and barely touching my skin, he was breathing heavily, as if he forgot to breath while drinking, and the breaths where warm against my cold neck, he placed his lips back on my neck. I braced myself, thinking he was going to start drinking again, but his mouth stayed closed. Kissing my skin he breathed me in for a few seconds, I was still on the verge of passing out, if he wasn't holding me the next place I would be was the ground. I was watching the stars, but they began to fade into the dark abyss around them, I looked down and saw the street light and Dorian's hair at the very bottom of my eyes, having no idea what he was doing. He raised his head slowly, his hands still holding and pushing me against him, my head still fallen back, he stood up straight, standing me as straight up as he could manage without dropping me. Breathing hard, trying not to close my eyes, Dorian looked down at me, caring and love reflected in his eyes, my mouth was open slightly still from when I was trying to talk- not enough energy to close it, he bent his neck as to tip his head forward, pressing his lips against my cheek, his eyes now shut. Picking his head up slightly he looked back into my eyes. He features were blending and the colors fading, I had to blink to keep them there, but to even blink I to reserve energy.

I tried to stand on my knees, but the strength was not coming and I couldn't, even moving my toes seemed like too much effort, I tried to pull my arms up, tried to have control over my sore neck, but nothing. Dorian's eyes were still glowing blue, and still looking into mine with care and affection, I didn't know what he planned on doing next, whether kill me or quickly leave, I had to gain control of my body. Dorian was wondering around my mind again, "...I said I wasn't going to kill you... If I left you out here you would surely die." His voice was soft and smooth, or maybe that was just how it sounded in my ears, the rate that sound hit my ears and when he moved his mouth weren't matching up, my breathing was returning to normal and I could blink just barely a few times more, but he was still holding me up. He leaned his face over my own again, staring into my eyes.

The blood that had leaked from my wound had soaked my clothes and was now cold, colder then my almost bloodless body. Breathing on my lips, he stared into my eyes, I was wondering if maybe he thought I should be seeing something, to fast for him to know I was thinking it at all. His lips pressed into my own, moist, warm, and wet, the complete opposite of mine, the kiss didn't last long, and was completely one sided, but I didn't think that, his face had such a caring look to it. My vision wasn't getting better like it should have, black gaps began to come more often and last longer, I knew I wasn't dying, if anything I would pass out but I couldn't, I had to stay awake. During some point Dorian had moved his hands and now had one arm under my knees and the other under my shoulders, cradling me in his arms, which if I had the blood- I would normally flush red. My head was turned inward, to my left, toward Dorian, but I couldn't see anything, I had no idea where we were heading, I thought that maybe I should try to roll out of his hands, and some how get back inside.

Dorian kept his grip and spoke in my head, "You wouldn't make it anywhere but to the ground... If you want to try, you are welcome to." the voice sounded somewhat offended, I managed to look up at him, "I don't want to have to try..." My eyes were closing again, "...Should I trust you?" I tried to open them, but all color was gone, and before everything entirely went black I heard his caring voice, "No... you probably shouldn't." I couldn't reply but he read my thoughts to know what I was going to say,

"Then I do."

I woke up. Not only did I just awake, but I also jumped, sitting up. The laughter echoing in my ears, I was in the living room, laying on the couch, the vampires were still here, talking away with Otis and Vikas... "Was that all a dream?" I tried to act cool, one or two vampires noticed me jump but they kept going with their conversations, then I noticed someone sitting next to me, really close to me. Dorian. I flushed red, I had just had a dream of him drinking my blood... I was completely embarrassed. I looked at his face, he smiled back at me, "Maybe the whole creepy, 'get past mind barriers' was all just a part of the dream." Dorian kept smiling at me, his voice was soft, not audible from across the room, "No... That wasn't," he laughed and I flushed beat red, sitting straight up, I looked out of the corner of my eye down at the space in-between us, my head had been resting on his lap.

"So..." I started, trying to tone down my red light bulb face, "Uh... did you see that?" I couldn't even look over in his direction, I was completely embarrassed. I was huddled up at the end of the couch, shifting my weight only a little bit to do so, my knee folded up to my chest and my arms hidden in the sleeves of my hoodie. He wasn't laughing anymore, "Yes..." I thought I must have made him mad, offended him, but he shook his head and I remembered the mind reading thing. I looked over at him, hiding mostly behind my hair, his arms and knees were folded now, and the dream began to slip from me. "I'm sorry..." I looked down at the couch between us, I felt bad now.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, then he finally spoke, "There is nothing to be sorry for." His words were simple, but it didn't make me feel any better. In my mind he continued speaking, "I put those thoughts there... they are how you would've reacted, and how I would have reacted... a test." He opened his eyes again, "Did I pass?" I asked half joking, I some how always managed to fail tests, "No..." That didn't make me feel too hot, even in the dream world I couldn't pass a test. "What did I do wrong?" I brought my other knee up, I upset him even if he wouldn't say it. "You trusted me." He stood up, walking silently out the door, I followed him slowly, hoping nobody would notice.

Again I saw him standing in the middle of the road, one small thing I remembered from my dream, I was on the edge of the porch, "Why a test?" I asked aloud, his movements stopped but he didn't turn around to look at me, "To see if I would kill you, or face any other problems," his voice was still quiet. Then he was gone, before I could ask another question aloud, but I asked it in my mind anyway, "Did you pass?" It was silent in my mind for quite some time, then I heard Dorian reply, "No..." Waiting for him to come back, I sat on the porch, but Otis came out after about 20 minutes, "Vladimira, what are you doing?" I turned back to look at my still smiling uncle, I forced a smile back, "Just needed some fresh air."

"Dorian didn't kill me... So what did he do?"

The party ended on a very happy note, I had never seen Otis or Vikas as happy since we were in Siberia. I was the last to leave, walking home to Nelly's, my timing was perfect. The phone rang just as I walked in, "Hello?" I was tired, but I tried to hide it from my voice, "Oh good you're home," it was Nelly, "I thought you would've been at Otis's but anyway I have to fill in for Debbie, so I wont be home till you get up for school tomorrow." She sounded like she just chugged coffee, "I'm sorry, I didn't plan on it." she added while I remained quiet. "It's okay, it's work, you have to. I'll probably sleep on the couch since I'll have the whole house to myself." I forced a laugh. I didn't like being home alone, especially at night, and Nelly knew that but I tried to hide it. "Well alright, remember to lock the door." she added before she spoke her good-byes and hung up the phone. I smiled to myself, trying to make myself feel better, but it didn't work long.

I stumbled upstairs, I always slept on the couch when no one was home, but I never left any blankets down there so I always had to march upstairs and get them. But when I reached my room I realized I wasn't the only one home. I couldn't tell at first, the light behind them blocked out most of their features, I saw a lean body, copper colored hair, and then I knew who it was. Dorian. I reached for my blankets, I didn't plan on deviating from my plan to sleep on the couch, he wasn't the first vampire to magically appear in my room at night. "Hey." I said simply, no surprise in my voice, and why should there be? After D'Ablo constantly sneaking in. He watched my movements, as if waiting for me to stop and pay attention to him, I had 3 blankets in my grip that I planned on just dragging off my bed and down the stairs, but instead I picked them up some and sat on them, still holding them. Looking up to him, sitting on the edge of my bed expecting it to be a brief conversation.

"So...?" I begun, he wasn't talking but he obviously had something that he wanted to say, he just didn't know how to start it seemed. He didn't do anything, didn't even shift his weight, I was about to stand again and just walk out when he finally spoke. "I'm sorry." I didn't' look up at him, I wasn't much in the mood for talking, "For what? The whole dream thing? That was fine, don't much care." And it was true, I didn't, I had mostly forgotten it, "Or the breaking into my room? 'Cuz I don't much mind that either." I added, not really knowing what he was talking about. I began to stand up again, but his words made me freeze. "No... For this."

Before I could process what he had spoken, he had me pinned to the wall, next to my open door, both his hands pinning my wrist. "What are you doing?" I looked up at him, he didn't plan to actually drink my blood now did he? Or was I asleep again? His voice was caring but impatient, "No, you're not... and I'm sorry." His head was resting against the wall just above my neck, he looked as if he was trying to restrain himself but losing. I quickly tried to stall him, "How did you fail? You didn't kill me." I was pushing myself against the wall as hard as I could. He wasn't going to answer my question... at least not right now, I struggled him with my arms, fighting as much as I could before he thought of controlling my mind.

My arms only managed to change position, now my elbows were bent, my hands to either side of my face, they felt cold, I don't think he realized how hard he was squeezing my wrists. Or he did and if he loosened his grip then I could wriggle free, but I didn't understand why he didn't just take over my mind again, I looked over at him while still struggling, he seemed distressed. Dorian's body was pressed against me, for the well being of him, if it weren't then I would have used the old cheap trick and took a very special kick. I felt his head touch my neck, and my hands stopped, my body was his again. My arms fell, his hands remained pressed against the wall to the sides of my head, I was looking up when his lips touched my neck. Gliding lightly over the skin, his mouth was barely open, as if not trying to but tasting me on his tongue.

Dorian kissed my throat, and then I felt his jaw open, he bit into my neck, with just normal teeth at first, and then I felt the fangs enlarge into my neck. It hurt worse then in the dream, cold and sharp, remembering vaguely what had happened he had promised me that he would not kill me... He didn't do that this time. I felt a lump grow in my chest, everything had already been solved and asked in the dream that all I could do was sit there and hope that he didn't kill me. I started to feel lightheaded, not even his control could keep me up, my arms slowly rose and I wrapped my arms loosely around his shoulders, my left hand on his back right shoulder and my right hand on his back left shoulder. Clenching his shirt in my hands, trying to hold myself up, his fingers were dug into the wall, squeezing the plaster, his body still pressed against my own, while I looked up at the ceiling.

I was starting to feel cold, my mouth was dry and my insides also felt empty, dry, and numb, it was becoming hard to think again. When I blinked my eyes stayed closed for longer and longer and it happened more and more. The sharp pain in my neck spread all across my throat and shoulder, I cringed my teeth trying to stay standing, for once I hit the ground I would be out. Slowly, I started to slide down the wall, the only thing keeping me up was Dorian's body pinning me against it, but that wasn't enough to keep me standing, The lump in my chest spread up to my throat, I tried to speak out again, tell him to stop, but my voice box felt like it had died, and again his mind control was loosening. His arms wrapped around my waist, his hands returned to the center of my back, he pulled me back from the wall, bending over me to continue drinking. "Stop…" Even in my head my voice was becoming quiet and slow.

I forced my eyes open again, still looking at the ceiling, but my neck was no longer bent but now straight, I felt something behind me, though I didn't know what it was at first. Dorian was still sucking my body dry. I looked to my right, away from his head, to see a pillow, I was now laying on my bed. The thought was there for only a second, if I fell then I would be out, so he laid me down… that wasn't the point. The pressure at which Dorian was biting my neck changed every minute, from clamping down to where he was almost about to bite a chunk out of me to barely noticeable. It felt like he was trying to keep control but was loosing, my hands were now at my sides, gripping onto the blankets and squeezing as hard as I could manage, trying to pull myself up. He held his body like dead weight, I was losing the ability to breath from the pressure, I tried to bring my knee up, but all my leg did was slide a few inches. Feeling the wetness from his lips I also felt him smile, I had arched my back to try and push him off, but he didn't go anywhere.

Letting go of the blanket, trying to save myself while I was still conscious, I moved my hands up again, the texture of his shirt against the coldness of my hands sliding up it made my fingers tingle, my hands were now at his collar bones. Lifting up I tried to push him off, but he didn't even budge, I tried again arching my back with it to push him off , to no avail. I had managed to make my hands noticeable so he grabbed my wrists again and held my arms at the sides of my head, not for a second forgetting to drink. I turned my head, slowly, back and forth from my right to my left, trying to make it hard for him to drink, but all his teeth did was rip my skin and make me loose more blood. Color was already gone from my vision, only black and dark grays remained, my breathing rate was slowing, though my heart was racing, I had lost all feeling in my legs and my hands. I felt him sucking the blood but then he just stopped swallowing it, I wondered if maybe that meant he was done and that he was just savoring his last nibble, though by this time it didn't matter if he stopped for I was already far gone, my eyes closed.

Something wet and warm pressed against my lips, I couldn't tell at first, but I was drinking, and what I was drinking was blood, slowly I was able to breath again, my heart beating slowly. I forced my eyes open, and at first all I saw was black- blind for a moment. Then I saw an iridescent blue shine through, it outlined something of copper color and after a few seconds I connected it with Dorian, though my legs and hands were still cold, I was alive again. My eyes shut again, closing and opening on their own accord, but I saw enough to piece together what was happening. Dorian was kissing me, feeding me my own blood. He had sucked out the last of it but gave it to me instead, once all the blood was gone from his mouth his lips still continued to press against my own. He lifted away and I could breath fresh air again, I choked slightly, my eyes half open, my epiglottis hadn't fully been working and I felt blood in my trachea, my chest arched up while I weakly coughed, trying to get rid of the discomfort, Dorian was still sitting on me though. My head fell to my left to notice that his hands weren't holding me down, although my hands were still frozen as if he was, but I still couldn't move.

All pressure from him sitting on top of me had vanished, but I still felt like I was dying, I was hoping that he would return, if I was going to die, I didn't want to be alone. My watery eyes shut again, my own blood only revived me for a few long seconds, and just like that the pressure returned to my lower stomach and legs. Dorian was sitting on me again, as to what he was doing I couldn't tell, it was too difficult to even breath let alone try to open my eyes. His caring hand held my face, cradling my chin between his thumb and his pointer finger, all his fingers to the right on my face, he moved my head so I was laying straight again, barely any pressure to his hold. His weight shifted and I felt something press my lips again, but I kept my mouth closed, something wet and cold dripped down from the corner of my mouth, and then I felt a prick on my lip.

That forced my lips to separate, and blood slowly poured into my mouth, I couldn't swallow so it just slid down my tongue, at first I felt as though I was going to choke, my chest arched up trying to subside the coming cough. With his mouth still pressed against my own, it closed, locking off the blood so I could process the substance that I had already swallowed. My eyes slowly and halfway opened again, he sat up, I noticed a familiar thing in his hands, a blood bag, he drank from it again, taking a deep drag of it. Then leaned forward and pressed his lips against my mouth again, blood ran down the side of my face, I still had no energy to close my mouth or to open it wider, my eyes shut again and I fell into a blackness once more. He was feeding me blood to try and keep me alive, but my body was taking its time in returning itself. I woke up again, I had shut my mouth and he had bit the very edge of it again, pricking my lip as to get me to open it and for him to drain the blood into my mouth.

My breathing was still uneasy, uncontrolled, exhaling fast but inhaling slowly, my heart rate was slow, as if it had died and my legs and arms still felt ice cold. I wished I could move and cover up with the blankets, I didn't want any more blood, I wasn't hungry to begin with, all it did was make me feel sick. But I still couldn't even control my eyes let alone my whole body. My mouth closed again, all the blood was making me sick, but he gently pulled my mouth open again, I wasn't able to put up much of a struggle, I tried to close my mouth again while the blood flowed into my mouth, but he still had a all most unnoticeable hold on my chin, my fangs had never even enlarged for the amount of effort it took.

I arched my tongue near the back of my throat, I didn't want anymore blood, but the blood continued to fill my mouth, it started to spill out of the corners of my mouth again, he pulled my jaw open more. But my tongue stayed pressed against the roof of my mouth, I briefly opened my eyes, I felt so lightheaded again, colors where apparent but very dim, I felt something slid down into my throat, not liquid. His tongue pushed against my own, pushing it down as blood poured itself down my throat again, I felt like I was choking, my chest arched up again, my mind was slipping, I was trying to stay awake but I was using to much energy and everything in my body ached But my tongue stayed pressed against the roof of my mouth, I briefly opened my eyes, I felt so lightheaded again, colors where apparent but very dim. I squeezed my eyes shut, my head was spinning. I felt something slide past my lips, it wasn't liquid, he moved his tongue inside my mouth and pushed my own tongue down, I felt the blood seep towards the back of my throat. I tried to arch my back again, tried to push him away, at the moment I didn't much care that I would die without the blood, but that it was sickening and making me feel worse.

Still not having feeling in my hands or legs, I tried to move, roll off the bed or something, I felt awful all my organs ached once I could feel them again. Finally I managed to move my arm, slow just like any other time I tried around Dorian, I could only move one, and I still couldn't control my blinks, but I placed my still numb and cold hand on his chest. Trying to push him off, the blood was sickening and I just wanted it to stop, it wasn't the blood itself, it was the fact that the blood was reviving my body and it hurt.

I pushed and Dorian sat up, he didn't even notice my hand, my head was still spinning and I felt my body dying again, but it didn't hurt as bad as making it come alive. My legs continued to stay numb and the color began to blur again, I could see only grays and an outline of Dorian sitting up. He was sucking as much blood from the bag as he could, most of the blood had gone onto the bed and my face because I kept shutting my mouth. Dorian leaned forward again, opening my jaw to give me the blood, my hand was now returned to his chest and I tried to push him off and keep my mouth closed, but neither seemed to work.

Most of the blood fell onto the bed, I wiggled my head and tried to get away from his blood filled mouth. I couldn't move very much because he still had a hold on my chin, but I couldn't much fight anymore either, my energy was once again gone, along with the blood in his mouth. He sat up and sucked the very last out of the blood bag, his hand still holding my chin, he leaned forward and pressed his closed lips against my own. He finally felt my hand on his chest, I heard him drop the blood bag to the ground and wrap his hand around my wrist. Not squeezing or moving my hand like the times before, instead he held my wrist so my hand stayed pressed against his chest. He used his other hand to gently pull open my mouth, his own still closed, he slowly let the blood flow into my mouth.

Dorian pulled my chin a little more, so I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, but he quickly pushed my tongue down with his own. The blood made my head pound violently and my eyes began to water more, feeling was returning to one of my hands, the one that he held pressed against his chest. His body felt on fire, though he clearly wasn't, I didn't want the blood any more then I did a few seconds before. My joints felt like there were screaming and my ears began to ring, I didn't like becoming undead, it hurt too much.

Continuing to feed the blood to me, my vision was almost back, I could almost control my breathing and blinking but I could still barely move. Every time I tried I just used up all the energy I had managed to save, so I stayed still, taking in the blood and not fighting back with him anymore, though I still wished that he would stop. His hand went from holding my wrist to pressing it against my own hand, sandwiching my hand between his hand and chest, spreading the warmth up my arm. The blood emptied from his mouth and I felt myself grow tired. I didn't feel like I was dying anymore but I still had almost no energy to fight back or even move, my hands and legs were still freezing but I could feel them, though I wish I couldn't.

Slowly, he picked his head up, no more blood in his mouth, I forced an eye to open, all I wanted to do was sleep now, his eyes were still glowing blue, the color was there but it faded in and out. He leaned back down, kissing my lips lightly, I felt the dry blood on my face, down my cheeks, my chin, falling down around the back of my head, in my hair and on the bed. The smell of blood only made me more sick and my fangs still didn't enlarge. His kiss was softer when he didn't have blood in it, but as long as I didn't have to drink anymore blood I didn't care, and he sat up slightly. Not sitting completely up, but also not leaned over me like before he watched me. I took energy to move my head, but I still tried, slowly, for some reason hoping that if I got momentum then my whole body would roll and I would be engulfed in warmth and blankets.

My head only moved a few times, very slowly, and he just watched, my hand still pressed against his chest, but his other hand dropped from my chin. His knees where bent and he was no longer sitting on me, but bent down over me, his free hand holding himself above me. I felt his breaths hit my right cheek, he was watching, my vision was still spinning and sounds were muffled. Dorian's body was giving off a warmth which was strange, for he was a vampire and vampires don't have very high body temperatures, but it was still warmer then mine. I raised my other hand, placing it on his rib, just looking for the warmth of him, he continued to watch me, he was watching and waiting.

Colors were fading, my breaths became slower, and I felt as though I was dying again, Dorian picked up his head and looked towards the door, moving his body just inches on his way to run back downstairs and get another blood bag. But no matter how healthy that might have been, to drink more blood, it was sickening to think about- I couldn't handle anymore blood. I kept my hand on his rib, I was sinking back into darkness, my arm about to fall back down to the bed but I squeezed onto his shirt. Allowing him not to leave to get blood, and to stay and keep me warm. He looked at me, breathing on my hair and ear, he didn't know what to do... He began to move, but I clutched onto his shirt. He let go of my hand, and I felt a coldness spread up my arm I had no idea where he had gone.

My eyes opened, he was standing next to the bed, looking down at me, I think it was new for him to not know what to do. I slid my hand up the bed, trying to turn to him knowing my body wouldn't let me, I inched my hand toward him, reaching toward him. Once my arm made it off the bed, I couldn't hold it up, so I just reached for him, grabbing onto his pant leg, feeling the warmth from his leg even though the pant leg wasn't touching him. My body was growing colder, I couldn't move to get under the covers, I couldn't stand this coldness, it was making all my organ and joints ache more. My eyes closed again, and I let go of his pant leg, I was slipping away, not dying but sleeping.

I woke up briefly, I felt so warm to my front, though my back was still cold. Managing to finally open my eyes, at first all I saw was darkness, my hands were holding something, so I gripped whatever it was tighter, and I felt a deep, low, and caring laugh. My eyes adjusted and I looked straight, I was laying on my left side with my arms folded up and wrapped around someone. Someone was laying on the bed next to me on their side, their arms wrapped around me, over my own arms, and holding me close to them with our legs tangled together.

I would have flushed if my face wasn't already feeling so red from how hot it was under the blankets, thought I was still freezing. Slowly, I managed to move my head back, there was a hand tenderly holding the back of my head that wrapped around from underneath me. My bones felt stiff and my muscles fought with me to move, taking all the energy I had to just see who the person was. I realized that my hands at been grabbing onto the back of their shirt, while my forehead leaned against their chest. I saw fair skin, then copper colored hair and instantly knew who it was.

Dorian was laying under the blankets with me, his other arm wrapped over and around my waist while his right arm was under me and cradled my head. His head was tipped down as to look at me, a bow smile on his lips, I gave a weak smile before I felt myself getting pulled back into wherever it was the I kept going, his eyes closed slightly and that caring look in his eyes looked genuine. He looked as if he had been staying awake, waiting for me to do something to say that I was fine, but my eyes started to close. I had no energy to move my head back down to its warm spot, so I passed out looking into his eyes.