So I get to the end of book four and go- WTF? I cried over mai little Rin rin for like an hour and a half. (Actually it was like ten minutes). So then I said to myself: well, if Heather wasn't gunna write Vladdy getting moles- er, bitten, I WAS.
Be aware- on this date! (9/23/2010) That I HAVE NOT read the fifth book! So don't be all: but Dorian comes back to life and then bites Vlad and blah blah blah vlad snow marriage blah blah! Lol. Enjoy.
PS: after u read, just pretend it never happened. I just have this weird fetish… I had this overwhelming urge… nevermind. Just read.
Dorian smiled as Vladimir turned the corner.
Mother of God he smelled fantastic. He didn't have attraction to the boy himself- not that he wasn't handsome or whatever- but it was mainly the blood that drew Dorian to the sixteen-year-old. There was something else particularly interesting about this boy.
Pravus, eh?
He'd seen the prophecy; all true. The- oh boy, here he comes.
Dorian stayed in the shadows until Vladimir passed right by him then he silently walked behind him. Dorian's smile widened as he playfully tapped Vlad's shoulder. Vlad whipped around, ready to attack. He let his guard down a bit, seeing who it was.
Aw. He wasn't a big deal? That was offending.
"What do you want, Dorian?" he snapped, his hot breath seen through the early October air.
"You know… the usual."
A sudden sense of fear crossed his eyes. "Blood."
Dorian nodded and took a step forward to Vlad's step back. "You're a smart one."
Vlad's eyes narrowed. "You can't have it."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty pretty please? With a cherry on top?"
Vlad rolled his eyes. "No."
"Okay fine," Dorian sighed, "With whip cream."
Vlad made a sarcastic I'm-thinking-about-it look then spat, "No." He turned his back on him. Hmmph. Maybe he wasn't so smart. Dorian was standing in front of him in seconds. He leaned in, taking in his scent. Nummy. Vlad, startled by his speed, stumbled back on to the cold pavement. Dorian sighed. "Klutz." Then he leaned down onto his knee and snatched the teenager by the shirt collar, pulling him close.
"Dorian," Vlad growled.
"I will have your blood," He scoped him, "At any cost."
With his free hand, Vlad grabbed Dorian's arm and, using all the strength her could muster, yanked the ancient vampire to the side, out of his way. Dorian smirked as Vlad leaped up and began to run. This would be fun.
Vlad jumped into a tree and hid amongst the leaves. A bunch tumbled to the grass the moment he leapt on the tallest branch. I hate gravity.
Dorian found the young vampire's scent easily. It was something unlike any other. Smelled better than that new "5 gum" they have out. Eh… what was it? "React". Better than that.
He bet it tasted even better…
A small rustle gave him away quickly. Vlad, obviously sensing his presence, jumped out of the tree quickly. Dorian smiled and followed swiftly- like a cat.
Vlad tried to pick up his pace to vampiric speed, but the thought of that insane bloodthirsty thing plunging his fangs into his throat kept pushing him off track. This is what humans must feel like…
He tripped.
He wasn't paying attention.
The root.
Vlad collapsed with a grunt and Dorian was instantly at his side. "Are you hurt?" he asked; his eyes seemed to be full of concern. Man this guy was messed up.
"No," Vlad snarled.
"Good." Dorian perked right back up and grabbed Vlad by the back of his shirt. Vlad struggled like a patient at a mental hospital would. Dorian grabbed Vlad by the throat, cutting off air, and shoved him against the oak, whose root tripped him and left him to this horrible fate.
"At any cost…" Dorian purred darkly.
"Dorian, please," Vlad choked.
Dorian let go, and Vlad took in a quick breath, about to take off when Dorian leaned forward, and bit him.
Whoa.
That hurt.
Vlad's whole body tensed. Everything in his being screamed fight back! but he couldn't move. What the hell? Vlad whimpered slightly as Dorian fixed his jaw firmly on his throat. There were quick pulls at his neck- probably Dorian swallowing mouthfuls of his blood. Vlad felt like he was floating. His head grew fuzzy so he shut his eyes and relaxed.
So this is how he'd go.
Some vampire-blood-junkie draining his veins dry.
Awesome.
No. What about Otis? Vikas? Nelly? Henry? Snow? Meredith? Joss?
He'd never see them again.
Vlad was going to- Vlad hit the ground hard. He groaned and looked up groggily. Dorian was casting a glare at him. What? What had done wrong? Well, he was glad he wasn't going to die, but… wtf?
Dorian licked the corner of his mouth. "You little virus."
"What?" Vlad asked softly, his head spinning at the lack of blood.
"You thought you'd be so clever infecting my head with your family and friends," he snapped, "How you were never going to see them again, and die?"
"Hhhuh?"
Dorian rolled his eyes, the moonlight above just catching them so they looked silver. "I wasn't going to kill you. Everyone who every loved you would come after me. Not that I don't already have enemies, but I don't think I need more."
"I can't feel my feet."
Dorian laughed. "Perhaps I took a little much, yes? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Vlad shot him a death glare. "I can't feel my feet," he repeated, angrier.
"Get over it," Dorian said bluntly, "You're lucky I could pull away at all. You taste better then you smell." For some reason, that sounded sexual, which made Vlad a little uncomfortable.
Dorian narrowed his eyes. "That's disgusting."
"Will you get out of my head, and help me up?" Vlad growled.
Dorian shrugged and took Vlad's hand, pulling him up with ease. Vlad stood and flexed his hand then, all of the sudden, punched Dorian right across the jaw. The vampire staggered back against a neighboring tree. He shook his head, gaining sense of the world again.
"Fine, I deserved that."
Vlad glared at him again and rubbed his neck. The bite was already gone. "Stay the hell away from me."
Dorian laughed. "Silly boy. I've had a taste. I can't possibly stay away."
Vlad gritted his teeth and turned. Dorian's dark chuckle still ringing in his still foggy head, he walked back home hoping he'd never feel Dorian's mouth at his neck ever again.
Not likely.