Pointy. Sharp. Friggin. Fangs.
Vienna ran a tentative tongue over her teeth, their razor points sliced through the top few layers of the sensitive skin, like a hot knife through butter. Mere seconds later, the wounds healed and she did it again.
"You should eat something."
"Don't you mean someone?"
The blonde vampire chuckled at his raven haired progeny, finding her dry, sarcastic sense of humor rather amusing.
"Naturally."
Eric raised his right hand, and curled his pointer finger in a 'come here' motion. In what felt like no time, a young man, twenty years old at the most, was kneeling before him.
"Vienna, drink."
The stubborn teen shook her head, a frown on her face; but she couldn't lie, her resolve was wavering.
If she were still human, her stomach would be rolling with hunger pains; the mortal smelled divine. It reminded her of her pre-prom diet from a couple of years ago; her brother bought a pizza and she swears she would have killed him for a piece. Well…who wouldn't want pizza over a small salad without any dressing?
"It's ok, I want you to." The eager look in her meals eyes was rather puppyish. If he had a tail, she was sure it'd be wagging.
Vienna slowly lowered her mouth to his neck, her tentative tongue reaching out to taste his flesh. It was soft, slightly salty…but not in a bad way. Her eyelids slid shut, and she savored the taste.
And then quickly sank her teeth in.