The Fairy Vampire Chronicles
2. Insight
Eric has always hated me. He has treated me like a nuisance since the day I was made vampire, and I could not recall a single kind word or gesture on his part. I supposed when you have spent over a thousand years with a maker like ours, your humanity was sure to be snuffed out sooner or later.
"I am sorry Eric," I said, and I meant it, but he only shut the door on me and left me staring at the faded "EMPLOYEES ONLY" sign. I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, the scent stirred the hairs on the back of my neck and my tongue darted out to taste the remnants of her blood there. I tried to fight the blood lust, but there was no use. She overpowered my will of for control, something Eric has always stressed to be dangerous to our livelihood.
The night had taken an exciting turn when she arrived at the bar and I was wishing that I had stayed in the office. I was in the back when I sensed a shift in Eric's blood, so I slipped out to see what had alarmed him. The relationship we shared was not an easy one, but I looked up to him and didn't wish harm on him. There was no immediate danger in the bar and the tourist were happily moving about the dance floor. Yvetta, Eric's pet of sorts, was up there doing her part in keeping him entertained. He kept her to himself, and tonight she was parading around in her a mesh body suite, trying her best to gain Eric's attentions since it appeared she had lost it. He was watching a blonde woman at the bar, and I knew this because every vampire in the building seemed to be radiating towards the bar where she stood. Even Indira, who loathed humans, was bit anxious with her gaze darting from the girl to the front door. The air in the bar was drenched in a warm honey fragrance, and I wondered if it was coming from the girl. She did not seem particularly interesting to me, save her elegant dress.
When she fled the bar, after an unspoken exchange between her and Eric, I slipped out the back to get a better look at her. She was leaning on the lot's fence that stretched around the property, and her heart rate had picked up. I could hear it over the bustle of the customers in the bar, and from where I stood by the door I could also see her trembling. Outside, the air around her tasted like the bar, only more. . . or less. I could not focus on which at the moment. She must have caught onto my presence because her head snapped up, and the quick movement disturbed the air thickening it with her captivating scent. My fangs clicked down, piercing the skin, and I was lunging at her before I could think of anything else.
The screaming and struggling beneath me only served to excite my hunger more, and I pinned her down as I tore into the flesh of her neck. The rush of thick liquid in my mouth was like tasting innocence. It was odd to think of blood tasting that way- - but that is exactly what I tasted. Sweet, unsullied innocence and I drank of it freely. I was then being torn away from her and flung nearly ten feet into the air only to come crashing down onto a tower of boxes. The phrase blind with lust never felt more real than at that moment, because my vision was blurred and I needed to regain my balance.
When the dark fog lifted, I saw Eric tenderly caring for the girl. The way his body shielded hers, and the apparent intimacy of his touch surprised me. Her well being was his main focus, and the world around him had ceased to exist. I tried to apologize, but he would not let me.
Who was this girl? Why did she make me act this way? I had never lost control like that before, and I never expected Eric to retaliate so violently. I supposed then the real question was who was she to Eric?
A long black limousine pulled up into the parking lot, and I knew the rest of the night was going to be an utter disaster. The driver came out and opened the back door and another man dressed just like the driver came out and stood beside him. I made sure to wipe the corner of my mouth before the next person came out of the car, because I was sure the questions that came after would lead to me saying too much. Eric told me to speak of the encounter to no one.
Did that mean everyone . . . even Appius Livius Ocella, our king and sire who had just stepped out of the limousine.
JUST A SHORT CHAPTER I KNOW BUT I AM WORKING ON THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS AND HAD TO GET YOU GUYS SOME INSIGHT PER SAY.
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