A/N: Having only recently touched on the MBAV fanfiction world oh my god guys there is so much shipping hate in one little community! Get along guys! No matter what Ship you're in… this is not a sea battle, this is a friendly sailing club. Jesus Ships… get it together man.

Okay I actually do not like this chapter. I have rewritten it three bazillion times and something just won't work on it. Please tell me what you think it is, because it's driving me round the twist.

"Erica, so soon?" Benny grumbled when the blonde haired girl nabbed him on his way to history.

"Come on Benny it was a week ago? This is what blood buddies are for." Erica smiled up at him.

The pair has forged a strong bond with one another over the past three months. While they were still retaining their cool outer façade, they met at least once a fortnight for the odd little sessions. Erica would barely take anything from him now, just a drop and they'd spend a little more time chatting , especially if they were at his or hers.

"Erica are you feeding elsewhere?" Benny didn't roll up his sleeve yet.

"Duh, I am not relying on you for sweet sustenance nerd boy." Erica sat down on one of the desks and raised her eyebrows. Benny didn't want to ask what he was being used for, he had the sinking feeling she was just addicted to his blood, even if it was the smallest drop.

"Not today Erica, the bruise hasn't healed and you know the rule." She watched as he undid the button on his sleeve and pushed it up revealing the pale expanse of skin. Erica bit her lip, there was a strange welling in her stomach at the sight of the fading bruise in the crook of his arm. She felt so guilty for causing it, which conflicted with her vampire pride and yet she felt sorry for him that her addiction to him was putting him through this.

Yes Erica knew she was addicted to him. That fateful day when that damn little demon Mualdvarp indirectly made her drink Benny's blood and from then on, she was hooked. For so long she denied it but when Benny said yes so easily she realised she was completely reliant on the sweet taste of him. Her mind often wandered to what he tasted like in other ways, like a kiss for instance. She really did want to know what he tasted like lip wise and not just blood wise. She knew she aroused him every time, though discreet vampire research drew the conclusion that this was a side effect of the bite more than anything, though literature differed depending on the author. Erica also know she was excited every time she had a little nibble on Benny, it had astounded her the first time, otherwise she would have got Benny home… maybe… no she knew she would have left him regardless but now she had her limits under control and only sampled what he offered her.

"Fine." She grumbled, rolling her eyes as he rolled down his sleeve and the pair respectively disappeared down different ends of the corridors.

_B

Benny didn't like to admit the dreams he had been having since Erica had nibbled on him. They were erotic and heady and oh god made him want to do very bad things to her. Only now, they were slipping into his daydreams as well.

He'd made it into history class and down at his desk, batting away questions from Ethan and Rory and settled into class.

Well kind of settled into what the teach was saying. Once upon a time he used to daydream about food – pizzas with chocolate sauce and gumballs or fries lathered in ketchup or wedges with piripiri sauce. Hell he even liked to dream about Moleos when they were in season (never again). But now, well now he liked to dream about Erica.

The blonde hair would form a curtain around them, not really hiding that they were kissing but hey he'd be a little more than distracted.

"Mr Weir" Oh no. Voice coming in. "Do you know what the Aztecs thought about chocolate?"

"No, sorry Sir." Benny's voice cracked a little and the teacher moved on with a disapproving look. 'Okay, no day dreams today.' Benny scolded himself and jumped when Ethan leant over.

"Dreaming about fries or chocolate cream cakes?" His best friend sniggered when Benny stared back at him eyebrow raised.

"You guess." Technically not a lie.

Class passed pretty quickly, so did school. To be honest, Benny didn't like telling Erica no but he knew for his own health he had to. Possibly also his hormones; he knew he was a teenager and things were meant to change but man that vamp did things to him.

_E

She had to have him. She didn't care how, she didn't care when. She needed him.

Now and once Erica had made her mind up about something, she tended to get her own way.

_B

That evening as he hauled himself into bed he almost screamed at the sight of her at his window. Almost. He reminded himself as she was sat on his windowsill grinning.

"You're such a girl." She winked when he opened the window, hushing her with some vague gestures.

"Grandma will hear you." He hissed. "I am not a girl!" He added as an indignant afterthought.

"Shut up then." She whispered and pressed her lips to his, his arms briefly flailed while his brain righted itself and then that was it, his mind sort of melted when her fingers gripped his waist. He had the music from Peter Pan playing in his head when his actions mirrored her own, and Benny swore down fairies were dancing behind his eyelids. His fingers knotted in her shirt and suddenly it all got the more heated. Mouths opened, bodies pressed firmly together, he let his touch wander up her neck, revelling in the shiver that she tried to hide.

Staring at one another there was an unconscious decision between them. No blood but there was definitely passion as he tugged her towards the bed.

"Your grandmas asleep by the way." Erica breathed out as she rested on the checked covers and giggled when he groaned.

"You want to bring her up now." He raised an eyebrow and she snorted slightly.

"No, but you would have worried about it later nerd." She grinned, her whole posture was challenging him and Benny thought there was a better way to shut her up. He knelt over her and kissed Erica hard again, groaning once more when her long digits tangled into his hair and pulled slightly. "Easy leech, a little less on the ripping handfuls of hair." She pulled back to give him a droll look and he shrugged. "I know it's hard to believe but this beautiful physique, which could be mistaken for a god, or demi-god of the least is all mortal. Easy on the strength." She giggled again and pulled him down but definitely taking care not to injure the fragile little human.

'Oh that's what it felt like to have your neck nibbled on' Erica was pulled from her reverie when Benny's teeth scraped the skin of her throat and bit down on the skin lightly. He would never leave a mark on her skin but hey he could try, right?

She was surprised to hear herself purr and suddenly relished the weight of him on top. Erica knew she could throw him across the room in half a second, but was delightedly amused when he pulled her hands away and pinned her down. Her gaze was questioning and entertained when he pressed her wrists into the pillows but she allowed him the lead. She may have been greater in strength and beauty, and probably brains but she was a little hesitant when it came to this kind of biology.

Sure she'd kissed more guys as a vampire than as a human but with her vampire side it came with the blood lust, what she felt now was absent of blood lust – it was almost human and it scared her. She'd never felt like this when she'd been a nerdling, apart from maybe about Jakeward but that had been nothing more than a fantasy. This was real and this was now. And she didn't want to bite Benny. She knew Benny was just as nervous in the way his kisses focused purely on her neck and didn't seem to want to go any lower.

She wanted lower but how did she do it.

Recalling the time in her blood lust, she'd often taken the lead and realised that most of her walking bloodbags had roughly grabbed at her breasts but she'd been too distracted by that thrumming jugular vein. Benny seemed to get a little courage from nowhere and kissed closer to the hem of her shirt. Taking a slight breath he paused to glance up at her, there was a slight flush to her skin and Benny couldn't help his next action.

Releasing her wrist he tugged the shirt lower and pressed his lips to the expanse of skin now bared to him.

'Sweet Circe that felt good.' Erica wanted to cry out but knew she would probably wake his grandma and that woman scared her.

"Last chance to back out of this Erica." Benny suddenly murmured, his voice was hoarse and Erica stared at him…

"What…?"

A/N: Okay American/Canadian/Across the pond schools confused my little English brain so I have NO idea what age to put these guys in. Please tell me what age.

I also might put this on hiatus because it's stuttering like a jalopy (google it).

Leave a review, or drop a message and god help me work out where the kink in this bugger is.

Oh and apologies for the cliffie ;)