Hedda had not been seen for hours, and he knew her scent was long gone from the forest. Her feramones were weak around the wolf lying in the leaves. Its body was still breathing, somehow, and he carried it back to where his sleeping beauty lay.
He saw her and instantly wanted to weep. Her flesh was white as the ivory on a piano, her hair so rich and lustrous it glimmered as if covered in fallen stars. Her eyelashes framed her closed eyes, making her look like a porcelain doll in the darkness. Her body rose slowly and evenly, completely unnecessary, but a habit the body didn't drop well. Her breasts had swollen to a considerably larger size, and her nipples were hard and erect in the chilled air. He could see a small bit of the curly dark hair between her legs, the little downy triangle calling to him. No. She needed her rest, and he would wake her when it was appropriate.
The small furry body fell from his arms onto the moist dirt with a loud thud, but her eyelids didn't even flutter. He sat cross legged in front of her again, able to see her entire body from his position, and so tempted was he by her form that he almost reached an icy hand out to touch her. No. Do not touch her. He knew she must go through most of the changes in her sleep, she wouldn't feel the pain that way. Of course, it would take hours of explaining to soothe her into a sleep again, telling her that her increased eyesight was perfectly natural; that being able to hear the insects crawling all around her was to be expected; that to be able to smell a loaf of bread all the way into town was also normal. He would convince her though. He had to. He would not lose another one.
For another hour he watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath, her hair sliding over her shoulders from the slight breeze, her fingers clenching every once and a while. When her eyelids began to move, he crouched at her side ready to catch her up into his arms. "Adrian." Her voice, inside his head, was so sharp it nearly cut him to hear the slight murmur gone from it. He was surprised to hear her inside his mind, for it was rare for a fledgling to inherit this ability.
"I am here my darling, open your eyes and you will see me." He smiled,and he put his fingers under her back to lift her forward. She was warm, and this saddened him. She was not finished her transformation yet. Oh well. The worst must be over.
Slowly, she opened her gray eyes. They were like liquid silver pools that he felt he could fall into at any second. Blinking a few times, Alesandra finally focused on him. Adrian. The man. "What...what...what hath happened to me? I feel strange, and I can see you perfectly, yet I know it is dark around us. My mouth hurts. And my abdomen as well. Oh, especially my abdomen, and between my legs." In between her legs was the only of those not to do with the change. For some demented reason, Adrian found he was proud of himself that he had made her sore between the legs. It was a male thing-that he was large enough, and that he had been her first time.
"My darling, what do you remember?" He hoped the change had not wiped her memory of anything important, as had happened to one of his tries.
"Oh, you know what I remember." Her smile was wicked, the glint in her eyes making him want to jump on her body right there. He would have, he would have given anything to be inside of her right then, but first he must teach her all that she must know.
"Yes, I know you remember that." His face was pure lust, and she knew he wanted her body again, and she was ready for him. She turned fully towards him again, arching her back slightly to push her breasts forward, and opened her legs wide to tempt him even more. It took everything he had not to pounce on her succulent little body. She had no idea how much of a temptress she really was. "What else do you remember...after that...?" His voice was tentative, he did not want to frighten or worry her. He had no idea how much she might have already have noticed about her new body.
"The last thing I remember is..." Pursing her lips in concentration, she subconsciously crossed her legs and put her elbows on her knees. "The last thing I remember is...is...is your t-" She gasped, and her eyes grew wide again. "You bit me. I remember, you bit me. Right here," she said pointing to the already healed spot on her neck. "I can feel it, it hurts right there, like a cut or a bruise..." Her voice faultered and cracked.
"That's right. I bit you, right there. Right where your finger is. And I drank your blood. Your sweet, salty blood. And then I gave you mine, and you drank it. You drank from my open wound, and you drank till I had filled you up." His face portrayed serenity, but his heart, if he had had one, would have been beating fast enough to give him a heart attack. His instincts told him that this one had gone wrong as well. He was supposed to look for someone who knew what it was, not a young woman who knew nothing of his kind. But he had done it, he had turned her, and now, he had to teach her his ways. Teach her how to handle her new powers, her cravings, the bloodlust.
"Alesandra. Do you know what I am? What I really am? For I am no flesh and blood creature, although that is what I am made of. I may have all the compositions and be just like a human male, but human, I am not. Alesandra, my darling, I am a gnashdt, a vampire. I cannot admit to knowing how you feel about this, but now you are also one of my kind. A vampire, that is what you are. The change has not fully applied itself to your body-in fact, it might even be stopped, but I do not believe so without killing you. But I am here to teach you about your new body and the laws of what you now are."