The character of Bill Compton belongs to Charliane Harris and Alan Ball - all other characters originate in my warped imagination.
THE CURE
The bookshop door creaked as I opened it and walked into the cosy interior. I was just wandering around, checking out any new titles, this was a shop I had not tried before and I was hoping to find something new here. I was vaguely aware that there were several other people around but I was concentrating on the shelves when I began to feel uneasy. I looked round but could see nothing to concern me. A young mother with two small children was trying to keep them quiet while she browsed, an elderly man was checking out the crime novels and another man was browsing the classics shelves with his back to me.
I went back to idly scanning the mystery novels and spotted one I fancied on a higher shelf which, even on tiptoe, I couldn't quite reach. Suddenly a hand reached over my shoulder and plucked the book from the shelf. "Allow me" the soft deep voice from directly behind me startled me and I stepped back straight into the arms of the classics fan I had noticed earlier. He put out a hand to steady me and as he touched my arm all the hairs on my neck stood up and my heart began to pound in a complete panic. I gave a shocked squeak and looked up into a pair of the most intense blue eyes I had ever seen. His face was pale and framed with a shock of chocolate brown hair. He handed me the book with a gentle smile and backed away as if he was aware of my sudden irrational terror. "I must apologise" he said, "I didn't mean to frighten you".
I felt my racing heartbeat begin to slow a little but for some reason my nerves were still twitching. What on earth was the matter with me? I had never reacted like this to anyone before. "I'm sorry" I said, smiling at him, "I must be a bit edgy today...thank you". He smiled back at me and then stopped and became curiously still as he examined me more closely. His eyes widened for a moment and he appeared surprised, shocked even, and for a second I caught a flash of white teeth, somehow abnormally long. Suddenly my mind was jolted into action as the combination of the pale skin and the white teeth jump started my brain. He was a vampire!
I had never seen one in the flesh before although, of course, they were all over the media these days. Our sleepy little town obviously held no attraction for them. They appeared to congregate in the cities where there was a livelier nightlife. Suddenly the panic flooded back and I slipped out from the gap between his body and the bookcase and fled out into the wide tree lined street outside. The christmas market was in full swing and people were strolling under the trees lit up by the tiny fairy lights strung into the branches. Somehow I felt safer knowing there were other people around and I looked back feeling a little guilty, after all he had only been trying to help me. He was standing in the shop doorway, watching me closely but making no attempt to follow me. There was a strange expression on his face, almost of...recognition and worry, perhaps even fear.
I sat down on a bench and waited to see if he would make a move. At first he just gazed at me and then he came over to my bench slowly, giving me a chance to run away again if I wanted to. Part of me really, really wanted to, but I stayed where I was as he approached. He gestured at the other end of the bench,
"May I?" I nodded and he sat down beside me.
"Are you going to stay for a while" he asked with a smile, "I don't want to frighten you off again".
"You're..." I couldn't quite bring myself to say it.
"Vampire" he said gently "yes". "Please don't be afraid of me, I don't mean you any harm".
"Is that what you always say?" I asked.
"No, not at all" he chuckled. "Most humans don't even notice if I don't want them to". "But you...you knew straight away didn't you, I could feel your fear as soon as I touched you. How did you know? Have you dealt with our kind before?"
"No" I said "I've never met a vampire before. I didn't know what the feeling was at first, I just knew that something wasn't right about you." I looked away, embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that. That was rude of me"
"Not at all, you're quite correct. But I am being rude now, I should introduce myself. My name is Bill...Bill Compton".
"I'm Alexandra...Alex" I replied. "Well, I am very pleased to meet you Alexandra." A little chill ran over me as I wondered why.
We sat for a moment in silence, watching the christmas shoppers wandering between the gaudy stalls. "So what brings you here Bill?" I asked "It's not exactly a Mecca for vampires".
"That's exactly why I'm here" he replied quietly. "My kind are not known for their toleration of weakness". I looked more closely at him. Out of the warm lighting of the bookshop I noticed for the first time the slightly grey pallor to his skin and the barely noticeable tremor in his elegant hands.
"Are you ill?" I asked. "Do vampires get sick?"
"I was poisoned...with silver" he said "It has contaminated my blood...weakened me".
"Will you recover?" suddenly, for some strange reason, I was concerned for him.
"Possibly, given enough time, and rest". He looked back at me with that slightly fearful expression I had noticed before. "May I talk with you about my condition? I think that you may be able to help me but I don't want you to be afraid of me...I swear I would never do anything to harm you, or that you do not allow, please believe me".
Help him? For a moment I had absolutely no idea what he could mean. Then it hit me, he was hungry. I shrank back into the corner of the bench and looked around. Surely I was safe here, he wouldn't dare to attack me with so many people around...would he? He had said he would not harm me, but really, I had no reason to believe him. He was watching me, not moving, just gauging my reaction. I shivered slightly and he said "Would you like to go somewhere else? It must be cold for you out here. Let me buy you a drink while we talk".
"Okay" I thought "A crowded bar should be safe enough". "Thanks, I could use a drink".
We walked in silence through the throng of shoppers, none of whom appeared to take any notice of Bill at all. He was correct in his assumption that he would not normally be noticed as anything other than human. Perhaps it was just that everyone was absorbed in their own concerns, but it still seemed odd to me that no one else noticed that there was something different about him. It seemed so obvious to me now that I could not imagine how others couldn't see it too. We turned down a side street and went into a small, old Pub. The bar was warm, at least and, although fairly busy, we found a quiet corner by the fireside. I settled in and waited until Bill came back with a glass of wine and a bottle of that "Tru Blood". "So...what happened to you" I asked. He didn't answer at first, just sat there with a faraway look in his eyes.
"It was some time ago now. A good friend of mine was in serious trouble. She had been kidnapped by some...people...who wished to harm her,... kill her. I and a relative of hers rescued her and I was injured in the fight". He was not looking at me but staring into the fire and I sensed that there was a lot more to this story than he was telling me.
"And where do I come in?" I asked. He took a swig of the Tru Blood. For a moment I could see the deep red stain on his pale lips. Then he turned to me and gazed into my eyes.
"She was...different" he said quietly. "Her blood was special, and I can tell that you have the same difference, the same special blood. And your blood can help to heal me." I sat frozen in place, the glass of wine halfway to my lips.
"How do you know this?"
"About your blood?" he asked "I can smell it, the scent of you is intoxicating. I could tell from the first moment I saw you. That it can heal me? I am not entirely sure, but I think so."
For a moment my mind went completely blank with panic. If he really believed that my blood could heal him then surely he would stop at nothing to get it. He may have been weakened by the silver in his blood but I was clearly no match for him. I looked up at him and he smiled gently.
"Please don't be afraid. I meant what I said. I will not hurt you, I would only take your blood if you offered it willingly". Suddenly I wanted to be somewhere else...anywhere but here, this was all too much for me.
"I'm sorry, I have to go" I said, half expecting him to try and stop me, but he didn't. He just sat and watched me as I got up.
"May I see you again?" he asked.
"I...I don't know. I have to think".
"I'll be here" he said "If you change your mind".
I hurried out of the bar and ran for my car. Only when I was inside it with the doors locked did I realise that he was nowhere to be seen. He had not followed me.
It was not until I got home that I realised how surprising that was, that he had let me go so easily. I had expected him to argue, to try and keep me with him, to persuade me, maybe even to glamour me (I had read somewhere that vampires could control humans this way) but he did nothing. He simply let me leave. Maybe he really meant it, that he would not harm me. Curled up in bed that night I lay awake for hours thinking about my strange encounter. I simply could not get him out of my mind. Eventually I gave up trying to sleep and got out of bed. I pulled on an old towelling dressing gown, put some coffee on, fired up my laptop and spent the rest of the night on the internet.
I struggled with my conscience for the next few days. My researches on the internet had taught me a little more about vampires, although no-one really knew very much about them. It seemed that there were people who enjoyed being bitten and fed on by vampires. People who became willing blood donors, for money. Although this seemed really creepy to me they appeared to survive and even thrive on it. After all, humans had been giving blood for transfusions for years hadn't they? It didn't do them any harm.
On the fourth night I finally plucked up my courage and went back to the bar. Perhaps he would have given up by now and I wouldn't have to worry about it. But when I looked around I saw Bill sitting at the same table by the fireside with a bottle of Tru Blood. The barman was eyeing him a little suspiciously and I guessed he must have been coming in every night since I left him there. He looked up as I walked over and his luminous eyes lit up with relief and hope. He stood up and pulled out a chair for me.
"Good evening Alexandra" he said. "Can I get you a drink?"
"A white wine thank you" I said and sat down at his table. "I was beginning to think that I would never see you again" he said as he handed me my wineglass and sat down.
"You nearly didn't" I said "Tell me, why did you tell me all that stuff about needing my blood. Surely you must have known that it would frighten me off?" He gave a little sigh and smiled.
"I have learned from bitter experience that it is best to be honest from the start. If I had simply tried to make your acquaintance as a friend, and then later told you about the blood, how would you have felt? Betrayed? Used? You would have considered that I had lied to you and gained your friendship under false pretences. You would have hated me for it. I would rather lose the opportunity than risk that".
I sipped my drink and thought about this and I realised that he was right. I tried to imagine the courage it must have taken to sit there and watch me walk away, not knowing if I would ever return.
"So how many others have you found with this "special" blood." I asked.
"None" he said. "You are the first."
I gaped at him, amazed. "And you let me walk away!" He smiled at me again.
"I didn't say it was easy...but I managed it."
We both sat silent for a few moments, not quite knowing what to say next.
"Can I ask a question?" I said.
"Of course, please ask anything you like"
"This other girl, the one you rescued, if she has the same blood, why didn't you ask her to help heal you? If you had saved her life then surely she'd be willing to help you?"
Bill's face suddenly went completely blank and cold and I thought "oops...that was the wrong thing to ask." I felt a sudden chill at the change in him.
"She was...with someone else. Another vampire. She knew that he wouldn't like the idea of her giving me her blood" he said stiffly.
"What!" I forgot my fright and was suddenly incensed. "You saved her life and she refused to help you because her new boyfriend wouldn't approve!" Bill gave a small sigh.
"It was more complicated than that. She had left me for him, and he was much more powerful than me, older and stronger. I think, perhaps she was a little afraid of him and, to be honest, she would have been right to be afraid, Eric could be very dangerous."
"Eric?"
Bill said nothing, just stared into the fire, seemingly lost in thought.
"I stayed in the area for a long time after she left me" he said "I hoped that she would see that Eric only wanted her because she was mine. He is like a child in many ways, spoiled, always wanting his own way and, because of his power, used to getting it. When she refused to help me I realised that she would never voluntarily leave him, and I knew he would never let her go if there was a possibility that she would return to me. I knew then that it was time to leave."
"You loved her?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, with all my heart" His voice was like a breath of air – so faint I could barely hear it. For a while we simply sat together by the fireside, then Bill took my hand and smiled at me "I think perhaps you could help me get over it. What do you think?"
After that first meeting Bill and I arranged to meet a few more times, always in a public place as I was still nervous of him and unsure as to his intentions towards me. He took me for meals and drinks and to the cinema but he never mentioned my blood again. He was evidently aware of my nervousness around him and was clearly doing his best to appear normal and non-threatening. Then one evening we decided to visit an expensive restaurant in the nearest large town. It was something that Bill had arranged as he told me that the restaurant catered for vampires as well as humans and we thought it would make a nice change for him join me in a meal, of sorts.
For the first time, I had agreed that he could pick me up from my house and I was pacing up and down, looking out of the window every few minutes, wondering if it was a good idea to let him know my address, when his car pulled up outside. It was a sleek black Aston Martin, probably the most expensive car ever seen in my quiet little cul-de-sac. I wondered for a moment what the neighbours would think. But before I could start worrying in earnest Bill was at the front door.
"Good evening Alex" he smiled at me and held out his hand. I smiled back and took it as he escorted me to the car and opened the door for me.
The place was very impressive, much fancier than I was used to, and to my surprise, unlike the local bars we had visited before, the staff all treated Bill with considerable respect. As soon as we arrived the Maître D spotted us and hurried over.
"This way please Mr Compton" he said, escorting us to one of the nicest tables, slightly to one side in a bay window but with a good view of the room.
"They seem to know you here" I said. "Have you been here before?" Bill gave me a slightly sheepish look as he sat down opposite me.
"Actually, I own this place" he said. I just sat and stared at him. Although we had talked generally about our likes and dislikes, books, current affairs and any other general subject we could think of, we had seemed to shy away from anything personal. I was still wary of letting him know too much about me and I realised then that I knew very little about him either. Perhaps it was time to put that right.
We sat in silence for a while examining the menus and then gave our orders and relaxed a little, sipping our drinks.
"So, Bill, what else do you do besides own a fancy restaurant?"
"Oh, I do very little" he said "I was quite heavily involved in vampire politics at one time in the States but not any more, at least, not if I can avoid it. I like a quiet life – so to speak, and since my illness I have not been much use in the political arena anyway".
"I own several businesses in the area actually, although I don't get involved in the day to day running of any of them"
Apart from the cause of his illness, this was more information than I had got from him in weeks. I knew he was an American from his delightful southern accent, but he normally kept quiet about his previous life, or should I say, existence.
"Over the years I have built up considerable investments in both the USA and Europe which enables me to do much as I like".
At this point our starters arrived and we spent the rest of the evening in companionable conversation over dinner. I told him more about my life and my boring office job and he told me something of his previous life in Louisiana. Perhaps it was the influence of the bottle of wine he ordered for me but somehow this evening seemed to break some kind of barrier between us and soon we were talking and laughing together like old friends.
All too soon, it seemed, the meal was over and we were walking back to Bill's car. When he suggested that we take a walk along the river I realised that I really did not want the evening to end here. I wasn't too certain of what I wanted to happen, but I definitely wanted to stay with Bill a little longer. We strolled along the river bank chatting idly until we reached a small bridge which led back into the town. I was starting to get a little cold and Bill had taken off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders, so we decided to head back to the car. As we crossed I could see that there was a narrow alleyway on the other side leading down to the main street and we started down, Bill allowing me to step ahead of him on the damp cobblestones.
Suddenly I was jerked off my feet and pulled backwards. I felt a choking sensation as an arm was snaked around my neck. Someone had stepped out of a darkened doorway and snatched me off my feet. I could smell alcohol on bad breath and a voice snarled in my ear "OK darling, hand over that bag and no one will get hurt".
There was a rush of air and the arm holding me up was abruptly snatched away. I staggered back against the wall as, in a blur of movement, my assailant was flung over the parapet of the bridge into the river. As I stood holding onto the wall and gasping for breath I heard a sharp hiss and realised that another man stood in the alleyway, holding a short, wicked looking knife in his hand. He was staring, horrified, at something behind me. I looked around and froze in shock.
Bill stood behind me staring at my attacker's companion, but this was not the Bill I knew. His teeth were bared in a vicious snarl, the long white fangs reflecting the small amount of light that penetrated the narrow alleyway. He began to move towards the knifeman but now, instead of the gentle stroll I was used to, he moved like a great, stalking cat, the powerful muscles visibly moving beneath his tight shirt.
There was a clatter as the knife fell to the cobbles and the man fled with a yell of pure terror. Bill seemed to struggle for a moment against the predator's instinct to chase him, but he turned back to me, the fangs retracting with a slight click.
"Are you okay?" he asked, putting out a hand to me. I stood, still frozen, for a second or two and then moved towards him. He slid his arms around me and held me firmly against his chest. For just a moment I felt a slight shock that his flesh was cool against my body and then I simply melted into his arms.
We stood in silence for a moment and then Bill asked again.
"Are you okay, he didn't hurt you did he?"
"No, no I'm fine, I feel safe here with you" this seemed such an absurd thing to say to a vampire that I giggled.
"You are perfectly safe with me" he said gently "I won't allow anyone to harm you".
He took me back to the car and helped me into the passenger seat, crouching on the ground outside and holding my hand as I began to shake uncontrollably in what I can only assume was delayed shock.
"Let's get you home" he said moving around the car and getting in.
By the time we reached my house I had recovered somewhat and felt strangely calm but Bill still insisted on walking me to the door. I unlocked the door and walked inside expecting him to follow me but he simply stood there watching me. I must have looked puzzled as he said "if you want me to come in, you will have to invite me".
"Seriously? I remember that from "Dracula" but I didn't know it was true!" He looked slightly embarrassed and said "many of the myths about us are not true, but that one is".
"Okay...I would like you to come in so... please come in".
We walked into the sitting room and I invited him to sit down. "I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer you" I said, realising that I had nothing in the house which he could drink.
"Oh, I think you have plenty to offer me Alex" he said softly, his cool voice seeming to run over my skin, giving me a little chill as I realised that there was something in the house that he could drink after all. I gave a little gasp.
"Yes, I suppose I do".
He stood up abruptly, startling me with the sudden move.
"I'm sorry" he said "this is not the right time, I should leave". But I put out a hand to stop him.
"It's exactly the right time" I said "I would have been in serious trouble back there if you had not been with me. You didn't hesitate to help me so why should I hesitate to help you?" He stared at me in silence for a moment.
"It's hardly comparable, I simply frightened them off, it cost me nothing. You're suggesting that I should feed off you...aren't you?"
"Will it hurt?" I asked. Try as I might I could not stop my voice from shaking slightly. Even though I had made up my mind to do this I was still very nervous.
"Yes" he said, after a rather uncomfortable pause.
"Then why on earth do people do it?" Bill looked slightly embarrassed for a moment. "Well, generally speaking, most humans are bitten during sex" he explained.
"Oh...I see. Well I can see that this would be different if all you want is the blood". Bill looked at me curiously for a moment.
"Why on earth would you think that?" he asked.
"That you want my blood?"
"No...you seem to be under the impression that I wouldn't want to have sex with you." I actually laughed at this.
"Oh come on Bill, I'm not stupid. I read and watch TV, I've seen those clubs where vampires hang out. They always seem to be surrounded by girls desperate to have sex with vampires. If that was what you wanted I'm sure you'd have to fight them off with a stick!" He laughed,.
"Yes, you're right. But that's not what I want."
I must have been a little light-headed still and I blurted out "some of them are very good looking, and you're really very attractive Bill, you could have anyone you wanted, why on earth would you want me?" He took my chin gently in his hand and tilted my head up to look into my eyes.
"Because I like you? Because you are kind, and generous and brave? Because you're not the kind of girl who hangs around clubs looking to have sex with vampires? Because you are prepared to do this to help me, even though you hardly know me and I scare the hell out of you ...no don't try to deny it, I can see it in your eyes. You are generous enough to help me just because I need help, and you can give it to me". He smiled at me. "I would very much like to make love to you Alex, if that is what you would like too".
Whoa...suddenly this was getting really intense. He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine.
"Would you like that?" he asked.
"I...I don't know" I said weakly "I hadn't thought about..." His mouth closed over mine, silencing my vague protests, his hand slipping around to the back of my head and pulling me closer to him. He kissed me gently, tenderly and I began to feel that maybe this was what I wanted after all.
"Don't you like the idea? I can tell that you do" he whispered "Or perhaps you already have a lover? You've never mentioned anyone".
"No...no I don't".
"You're not a virgin?"
"Well, no...but..."
"Then what is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong" I said, and as I said it I realised that it was true. I wanted this to happen as much as he evidently did.
"It's just that...well...I haven't had much experience at this" I murmured, feeling slightly foolish. He chuckled gently and pulled me closer into his arms.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I've had plenty, I'll look after you". He pushed me gently backwards and lowered me onto the sofa, kneeling down on the floor before me, and began to ease open the buttons on my shirt while nuzzling my throat softly with his cool lips. He slipped a hand into my shirt and cupped it around my breast, rubbing the nipple gently with his thumb through the lace of my bra.
"Mmmmm...you're so warm and soft" he murmured trailing kisses down my throat as he slipped the shirt off my shoulders and reached around me to unhook my bra. I pulled my arms out of the shirt and reached up to stroke his thick dark hair as I felt my bra come loose and my full, heavy breasts fell forward into his waiting hands. He lifted them and dragged his mouth down, taking a nipple between his lips and curling his tongue around it. I felt a little shiver deep inside me as he teased one nipple with with the tip of his tongue and the other with his thumb.
He continued to suckle gently on my breast while his other hand slid up my leg inside my skirt up over the top of my stocking and began to stroke the inside of my thigh. As his fingers moved slowly upwards I realised with an embarrassed shock that my panties were wet and tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
"No, no, no..."he whispered and held me firmly with one arm as his exploring fingers slipped under the wet silk and slid across my slippery folds. He let out a sigh as he felt the wetness seeping out of me and and eased his fingers across my quivering flesh. He looked up at me as he began to stroke me gently. The bright, sharp blue of his eyes appeared to have darkened somehow and seemed almost black in the dim light. He leaned down and kissed me again and then slid my skirt up my thighs and dropped his head lower. Before I could protest, I felt a slight tug and suddenly my silk panties were on the floor in several pieces and Bill had buried his head beneath my skirt.
I leaned back against the sofa in shock as Bill slid his cool, firm tongue along my folds, flicked it gently across the little bud, making me twitch in his arms, and gently ran it back down the other side. I was amazed at the sensation of it, no one had ever done anything like this to me before and I began to recover from my surprise and lose myself in the delicious waves of pleasure that were beginning to flow out from his clever, and obviously experienced, tongue. As I relaxed the pleasure intensified and the waves began to build up, as if they were piling up behind a dam which I felt would soon burst and sweep me away. I spread my thighs wider apart, giving myself up entirely to the pleasure that Bill's tongue was dragging from my inexperienced flesh.
He lifted one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder, giving him better access to me, curled his lips around my nub and began to suck gently causing a deep moan to escape my lips. I felt him reposition his mouth carefully and realised, with horror, that I could feel his two long fangs resting lightly on either side of my twitching flesh. For a second I felt the panic that had first caused me to run from him but, as he continued to stroke me gently, my fear receded and I slid my hands into his hair, pushing his head closer to me, encouraging him to carry on. As he did so I felt one of his hands release its grip on my hips and slide down between my legs. A long slender finger slipped inside me and began to rub against me from the inside and suddenly I felt as you sometimes do in dreams, that I had fallen over a cliff and was flying. I gave an inarticulate cry and clutched at his hair, my body shaking in spasms of pleasure that I had never realised existed before. As I floated in empty black space I felt Bill's arms around my hips and his tongue licking at the wetness which was oozing down my thighs and gradually my rigid body began to relax and my racing heart slowed. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me with his head slightly on one side.
"Well, you certainly seemed to enjoy that" he said, a sly little smile on his lips. I looked back at him, trembling.
"I've never felt anything like that before" I whispered, "I never knew anything could feel like that" Bill sat up and blinked at me with a puzzled expression. "Now I understand why people make such a fuss about it".
"Are you saying that you've really never felt that...you've never climaxed before?" he asked.
"If that's what that was, then no" I said.
"But you're not a virgin – what kind of inept idiot have you been with, you poor child?"
"Well" I lowered my eyes to the floor "It was his first time too. We split up soon afterwards, and I never felt much like trying it again".
"What you need is someone with more experience" he said standing up and smiling down at me.
"Someone like you, you mean?"
"Exactly" he took my hand and pulled me up off the sofa, sliding an arm around my waist to support me as my legs didn't appear to be up to it. As he pulled me into his arms I felt the sizeable bulge in his trousers and realized that he was still fully clothed.
"Where can we be more comfortable?" he asked "I've not finished with you by a long way". I gestured weakly towards the stairs and he picked me up and the next moment he was gently laying me down on the double bed I had bought for myself in the hope that, one day, someone else would sleep in it with me.
I wriggled out of my skirt as Bill pulled his shirt off over his head and knelt beside me on the bed. He moved to kneel astride my hips and leant forward to place a soft kiss on my mouth. I reached up and ran my hands over the muscles in his broad chest and his strong shoulders, stroking the soft dark hair that ran down his stomach and disappeared under his belt.
"Perhaps you could help me with this" he said with a smile, placing my hands on the buckle.
I unfastened his belt and fought a brief battle with the button on his trousers. After a short struggle it came loose and I eased the zipper down over his rigid shaft which sprang out into my hand as if it had a life of its own. I leaned forward, and began to stroke him, gently at first and then, when I felt a deep purr of pleasure run through his chest, more firmly. I reached between his legs to cup his balls in my hand and looked up at him. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, the long fangs visible between his parted lips. I lowered my head and curled my tongue around the end of his shaft, licking gently.
Bill's body gave a jerk and I looked up, afraid that I had done something wrong. His eyes had flown open and the irises appeared to have darkened again, to the colour of his hair.
"Please, please don't stop" he sighed "I have dreamed of what this would feel like, to have your warm mouth on my flesh". He slipped his hands into my hair and pulled me back towards him. I opened my lips and slid them over him, sucking softly and curling my tongue around him. A rumbling growl came from his chest and he began to move his hips in a slow rhythm, but just as I began to worry that he would slide himself deeper and choke me he pulled out and moved his knees down my body until he was positioned between my legs.
He lifted my head from the pillow and kissed me deeply slipping his tongue between my parted lips, one hand behind my head and the other sliding down between my thighs to stroke me and gently part my wet, slippery folds. I allowed my tongue to slip into his mouth stroking carefully over the viciously sharp fangs and gently teasing his tongue. He moved his hand down to the small of my back, just above my buttocks, raised my hips slightly off the bed and, with a slight motion of his hips, eased himself into my waiting flesh. I gave a little gasp and he stopped at once and looked down into my eyes.
"No?" he whispered.
"Yes... oh yes" I replied. He smiled and slowly eased himself further in, inch by delicious inch. Just when I thought my body was about to tear apart he paused again and said, "are you all right? am I hurting you?" I gave a little moan.
"Yes...no, no...I don't care, please don't stop".
"Whatever you say sweetheart" he breathed as he began to work his way even deeper. Then with a gentle rolling motion of his hips he started to move more strongly inside me and I began to feel the wave of pleasure moving in again. But it was subtly different this time, less sharp and seeming to come from some place deep inside me, building up slowly until I was wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him to me, desperate to feel the delicious sensation of his thick hard shaft sliding into me.
He pulled his mouth from mine and began to trail a line of kisses down my neck to my breasts and back up again, nuzzling at the small hollow at the base of my neck and dragging his tongue across my throat. His free hand tangled in my hair and pulled my head to one side, baring my throat. Vague thoughts of blood flickered in what was left of my consciousness as he began to lick hungrily at the large vein in my neck. Suddenly he paused and looked down into my eyes.
"Are you sure about this? I won't be able to resist for much longer".
"Yes, yes I'm sure" and with that he struck, like a snake, the long, sharp fangs slicing into my soft flesh. I gasped with shock but, at the same instant the pressure building inside broke over me and I could feel the pounding of my heart pumping the blood into his waiting mouth. I felt my body jerking in great spasms as though a powerful electric current had passed through me concentrating between my legs where my body appeared to be trying to pull Bill ever deeper inside me, until my mind seemed to snap and everything went dark.
The first sensation I felt was Bill's tongue gently licking at the tiny puncture wounds on my throat. Gradually I became aware that I was lying in his arms, my body entwined with his, locked close together on the tangled sheets.
"Hello" he said with a smile "you're back at last". His lips and teeth were stained with my blood and he ran his tongue across them, cleaning it off. Strangely, this did not seem to be of any concern to me in my slightly detached state. I gave a little sigh and snuggled closer to him. "How do you feel? I took quite a lot of your blood I'm afraid, you are even more delicious than I had anticipated".
"Tired" I replied "I feel like I could sleep for a week".
"You should take some Vitamin B12, it will help you recover"
"Oh, right...you couldn't have told me that beforehand so I could get some in?"
"I didn't exactly plan for this to happen" he laughed "at least, not like this".
"So you did plan for it to happen at some point?"
"Well, I certainly hoped so" he said leaning down to kiss me again. "Did it never occur to you?"
I looked up at him and saw what appeared to be the reflection of a lamp on his face. I glanced around the room but there was no light, only the moon shining in through the window. I looked back at him and realised with a shock that his face appeared to be glowing in the moonlight.
"Oh my...!" I pulled back out of his embrace.
"Sweetheart, what is it?" he asked, his expression suddenly concerned.
"I think it worked" I breathed in a tiny voice.
"What worked...oh!" he leapt off the bed and moved over to the tall mirror on the wall where he stood for a moment gazing at his reflection. I guessed that the "having no reflection in a mirror" thing was one of the myths which wasn't true. He turned to me and I was amazed at the change in him. He had been pretty stunning to look at before, but now... the slight grey pallor I had noticed in his skin was gone and he looked like a beautiful statue carved out of alabaster, and somehow lit up from inside.
"How do you feel?" I asked. "Wonderful" he said "stronger, healthier, better than I have felt in a long time"
"Do you think that's it...you're cured" I asked. A crafty look crept into his bright blue eyes and he sprang up onto the bed beside me.
"Oh no!" he said, lying down beside me and brushing a lock of hair back off my face. "I'm sure I'll need further treatments...frequent, repeated, extensive treatments in fact" he grinned at me with his fangs fully down "after all, you wouldn't want me to have a relapse now, would you?"