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EPOV

Ludwig is lucky she is such a good doctor because otherwise she would be completely insufferable... but she is rarely wrong with her intuition, I thought. It was with this is mind that I called and left a voice message for Octavia Fant, a talented witch who I trust with the matter. The annoyingly accurate little doctor was also very right when she said that I was determined to discover the secrets of this small, beautiful woman in my office. My thoughts returned to Kyla and her condition, I began to examine the articles left for me by Dr. Ludwig, which include tea, pain pills and a note with instructions to feed the girl my blood again after her shoulder had some time to set. I drew closer to the couch, assessing the injuries and was once again drawn in by Kyla's sweet smelling blood. Maybe I should taste her? It could help me discover what she is... but no. Intrigued as I may be, I do not wish to make myself vulnerable to this creature by accidentally forming a blood bond by drinking from her so soon after she has had my blood. It seems as if the decadent treat that I'm sure her blood would be will have to wait. Mmm the smell of her! So rich and sweet, not unlike Miss Stackhouse...wait, could she be a telepath? Hmm, doubtful the scents are nothing near identical just simply sweeter than normal. Regardless, what better way to unearth the mystery that is Kyla than by having Sookie read her mind? I immediately placed a call to Bill, requesting his and Sookie's presence. Perhaps this won't be too difficult of a situation after all, Dr. Ludwig didn't anticipate my having a telepath at beck and call.

Enough time should have passed for me to give Kyla blood again...besides she needs to be awake for Sookie's visit and I certainly don't want to share my blood in front of anyone. I gently lifted the injured girls petite frame before reclining onto the couch with her on my lap, her back to my chest with my arm around her slim waist. Extending my fangs, I tore into my wrist and placed it at her lips. At first, the thick liquid just drips into her mouth but before long she had latched on to the wound and was taking long pulls that made me moan out loud. Each drag she took sent a burst of pleasure between my legs and I unwillingly began to grind my growing erection against her. I wished so badly that I could taste her right then and let my head drop to nuzzle her neck, teasing the beast within me with her intoxicating aroma. I noticed her start to become more conscious and aware, but the blood clouded her senses and had her full attention. I could smell her arousal and groaned before sniffing her neck again deeply, and that's what finally alerted her to her surroundings. She tensed up immediately, before jumping from my lap, throwing my hand away from her and backing up in a defensive position against the wall. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and began to panic when she sees the blood there and realizes that's what she was drinking. She gazed up at me in horror and fury before asking in a voice barely below a yell, "What the fuck did you think you were doing?"

KPOV

As I felt myself slowly start to drift back into consciousness, I was overcome with arousal and overwhelmed by the taste of the sweetest liquid I had ever tasted flowing into my mouth. The sensations running through my body were intoxicating, making my focus hazy and dream like. Slowly, memories started flowing back to me in the back of my mind, not even seeming real. Then I felt a nose and lips run up the side of my neck, breathing my scent in deeply causing me to reach several immediate realizations. First, I was not dreaming: this was very real and there was an unknown person grinding into me from behind. I could not help the shudder of lust I felt, but it was followed by a shudder of fear as I remembered the dark man who had sniffed me before he had come so close to raping me in a back alley. I also realized the amazing liquid I was gulping down like a life force was coming from the wrist of the person behind me, and it was blood red. I jumped from my position getting as far away as I could. With my back against the wall I was ready for something or someone to come at me. Instead, I was met with the smirking face of the blonde god-like vampire, Eric, who had saved me. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and started as I realized it was blood I had cleaned from my face; it was blood I had been drinking from some stranger while I sat in his lap. Shit! Was I a vampire? No, no I've heard of people drinking vampire blood before but it was illegal and vampires hated it. If I was a vampire I would drink human blood not other vampire's blood...right? So what the hell was this gorgeous crazy man trying to do to me? Trying to contain my fear and barely holding on to my anger, I demanded "What the fuck did you think you were doing?"

He was directly in front of me before I could blink my eyes and i made a run for the door. Of course, he beat me there and grabbed my arms pinning me to the wall. "Don't touch me!" I shrieked "Let me go!" "Shh, stop little one," he tried to calm me but still I struggled with all my might until he bellowed "Enough!" startling me into stillness. "I am the one who saved you or don't you remember!" He continued, looking annoyed that I had the nerve to run away from him. "Yeah, before you popped your fangs out at me, grabbed me and made me pass out and started all that freaky shit on the couch!" I retorted. "Freaky shit?" he chuckled "you seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit, little Kyla." I blushed and gaped. My speechlessness allowed him to continue as he leaned down to whisper "besides that was just the basics. However, if "freaky" is what you're in to, it would be my pleasure to educate you on the matter." I blanched at his words, my face red with embarrassment and anger at his control over me. I was determined not to let him win at this little game. I was going to wipe that stupid sexy smirk right off his face. "Hm, but it certainly wouldn't be my pleasure to be doing anything of the sort with you. And who said I needed "educating"? You should be aware, since you'll never experience it firsthand, that when I do role-play, I'm never the schoolgirl. I'm the professor." I drawled out with a smirk to match his own. His eyes widened for just a second before he recovered, but I noticed his surprise. Unfortunately, I might should have gone about it in a different way because the lust in his eyes had increased exponentially. Apparently he liked the game, the challenge; not that I could say I didn't agree. "Oh little one, you are playing with fire..." he said huskily "don't tempt me to prove you wrong and show you just how much pleasure I could bring you. You might try to fight it, but you'd submit to me..." I was getting hotter with every word out of his mouth. "besides, the fight makes it that much better. You're feisty, I like it." Those last words were like a bucket of ice water being poured over my head. I flashed back to the cold dark eyes that bore into mine as I heard those exact same words, with my arms pinned behind me in the dark alley. My shirt being ripped from my body, his had reaching up my skirt as I struggled so helplessly. The blood drained from my face, my legs almost gave out and shivers racked my body. Suddenly, his hands felt restraining, like shackles that held me down and made me helpless again. "No!" I yelled as I tried to push away, tried to run, tried to fight him off. My eyes closed as I tried to look away to escape it but it only got worse as more scenes flashed through my head. I felt cool hands grasp firmly onto either side of my face as an urgent voice called my name "Kyla! Kyla, look at me!" but still I wouldn't, couldn't, open my eyes. A gush of cool breath blew onto my face, startling my eyes open and he demanded "No! Don't look anywhere but me!" My eyes locked onto his crystal blue ones. They were so bright and beautiful, so unlike the dark cold ones of my attackers and that realization allowed me to hear his words. "That's it, look at me," he said more gently, "see that it's me here, not them, me. Just me and with me you're safe. Say it Kyla." "I'm safe," I replied distantly "It's just you, not them. I'm safe." The more we said it, the more I knew it to be true and slowly I came back to myself: my muscles relaxed, I stopped shaking, I recognized my surroundings and I watched pure relief cross Eric's face.

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