(Hi! I'm back again. I've taken time to just read and work on another story that I haven't completed, nor have posted yet. In this collection I will have scenes (well, my own head) that revolve around a vampire named Henry and his female companion, Aria. They won't be long and probably won't be lengthened. They will ALL have a touch of erotica in them. As always I don't own..Enjoy!)

"I'm sorry...I didn't have anywhere to go.." I said, hovering away from Henry.

"It's fine, Aria. He won't be bothering you again." he assured me.

"What did you do? You didn't kill him, did you?"

"Hardly. I threatened him and warned him to stay away from you." he replied, eyeing my bruised face. "I can help your bruises…"

I knew what he was talking about. Yes, I was curious, but I knew he had never given his blood freely to anyone.

"Come sit in front of me." he ordered softly. He moved around behind me and sat down on the kitchen floor. His body was stiff behind me. Not warm and inviting like it normally was. Lifting his arm to his mouth, his fangs dropped down to bite into his own flesh. Before he could I moved away from him.

"No Henry. You're not comfortable doing this."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes it does!" I could have stomped my foot at him. "You said that you've never given your blood freely to anyone and now you're doing this because.,.you feel indebted to me?"

"It's not like that!" he countered. "I want to help you and now I am."

Getting to my feet, I turned to leave his kitchen. "I'm leaving Henry, I don't need you to feel pity for me. I will heal normally."

"And then what?" he appeared before me. "What will you tell people?"

"I can come up with something." I felt my anger begin to rise at him. God, he was incredibly handsome and very good at what he was, but damn it I wasn't going to let him heal me to hide this.

Shaking my head at him, I brushed past him and before my hand touched the door knob, he spun me around and pressed me into the door. The close proximity of his body to mine weaken my resolve.

My neck arched toward his ever inviting mouth, my breath quickened feeling his hands on me. I was weak to him. I was always weak to him.

"See….even now you're body is betraying you. Your neck arches for me, inviting me to taste you. No matter how angry you are at me, I can feel your body shuddering as my hands touch your skin." his voice was like honey, pouring over me slowly coating me in his seduction. His lips caressing my skin as he spoke words that could land me in his bed. Heat spread throughout my body. Threatening to consume me in an eternal fire. His hands trailed my hips, caressing the bare skin.

"Take my blood Ariana.." he demanded softly in my ear.

That broke the spell. Shaking my head at him, "No Henry…."

He refused to listen to my protesting and lowered us gently to the floor. Both of us on our knees. Before I could argue with him again, he quickly bit down into his flesh and held his dripping wrist toward my mouth. I looked at it warily but with interest. I knew he would not give up. Tired of arguing with him, I took his bleeding wrist in mouth my and finally tasted him.

It didn't feel gross or unusual but thick and warm. His blood rolled over my tongue and down my throat. As I drank from his wrist, his moans were wanton. I could feel his body shuddered and mine was. His words were inaudible, mostly in a different language, but I could make out a few. Mostly being the word, 'fuck...and dear God..'

"En-enough Aria…" he gasped, taking his wrist from my mouth. I didn't watch as the wound healed but looked directly at him. His head was still buried into my hair. His breathing was harsh and uneven as if he had ran a marathon. Becoming very still, I waited on him.

"Henry...I …." I started.

"Don't Aria...I-I'm trying to keep control of myself." he groaned.

"I've made you hungry, haven't I?" I whispered.

He grunted but carassed my lips with his thumb. "I can't tasted you for a few more days.."

"You know I don't care." I protested, offering my neck at him.

He struck fast like a cobra. Pain radiated my body until he begin to move his mouth. My own moans echoing his from a few moments ago. With every pull at my neck, he was struggling to keep himself in control. Releasing me a few minutes later, he held me tight.

"You need to leave Aria…" he warned, his voice thick and rough.

"No Henry, I'm not."

"I'm barely controlling myself."

"I don't care. I'm not leaving." I protested.

"Fuck…" he grunted, "I won't be gentle…."

And he wasn't.