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So this has been a long time coming, more information at the bottom. Charlaine Harris owns everything Southern Vampire Mysteries, and the update.
"Now, I believe it is your turn to explain." He placed our hands down on the bed, but thankfully kept our fingers entwined together. He simply laid back and gazed at me, waiting for me to speak.
"Where would you like me to start?" If I had still been human, my chest would have been fluttering in my chest from nerves while my stomach cramped. As it was I began to play with the hem of the shirt I was wearing and my fangs ran down.
"The beginning, of course."
"I have already told you how I had grown to hate and detest Bill, although I couldn't figure anyway to escape him. I didn't think I would be welcome back here." I didn't bother to pause, we had already been over how wrong I was thinking that. It seemed that running away and breaking it off would always be my biggest regret. "That didn't change when I was turned. However, I never knew the strength of the bond and pull to do what your Maker wants you to.
"About nine months after I was turned, I found out that I didn't have to do what my Maker commanded me to."
"Sookie, I am fed up with your defiance!" Bill practically screamed at me. We were stalking around each other in the living room, keeping the sofa between us. Being turned hadn't got rid of my defiant nature, although Bill did find it easier to keep me in check. He was always pulling the 'your Maker commands you' line.
"The least you could do is pronounce my name right! For fuck's sake, we've known each other for years. It's Sookie, not Sook-eh." My fangs ran down and for once they didn't puncture my bottom lip. I doubted I would ever truly get used to them. My only response from Bill was a deep growl that reverberated around the room. It was practically a shame I didn't find him scary anymore.
"Sookie," he finally said in exasperation. His hands wiped through his hair, sending it into disarray. "I need you to clean the house, we have already been over this." My own growl began to build in my chest."We have guests coming over tomorrow night. This place needs to be spotless to impress them." I flashed my fangs, my upper lip curling up into a snarl. "We also need to hide the blood or anything that might show we aren't human. Make a trip to the store too." He sat down in his arm chair, thinking that the argument was over now that he had given me clear instructions.
"You know you're a male chauvinist, right?" I asked as I continued to pace behind the sofa. I couldn't stand to look at his face right now. My blood was practically boiling with rage. His back was to me, his chair facing the fire place since we didn't own a television. He thought that it might keep me away from impressionable news. I still managed to get the news, I just did it the old fashioned way and read a newspaper whenever I did a trip to the store. "I'm not just your slave to do the cleaning and errands." Since I had been turned that's all my life seemed to be made up of. I could no longer infiltrate into vampire hating groups, it was far too dangerous, so my telepathy was of lesser use. I honestly didn't know why he had turned me. I'd never had this problem with Eric.
"Sookie," he stated again. I didn't have to see him to know that he was shaking his head, slowly, at me this time. "As your Maker, I command you to do as I say." Nothing happened. Sure, I felt like I was supposed to do what he said but there was no unnatural want to do it. There was no compulsion to do exactly as he said. I stood, rooted to the spot, in shock for a second.
"What the hell?" I thought to myself. He had said those magic words to get me to do his bidding. I should have been walking from the room to start hiding the bottles of blood in the kitchen. Except, I wasn't moving. The shock quickly gave way to fear, which did send me scurrying from the room. I rushed into the kitchen where I pulled out a stool from the island and sat down. My mind was reeling. I'd never come across or head of anyone being able to resist their maker's command. "Why is it always my mind that's weird?" I didn't dare speak the words aloud. If Bill was paying even the slightest bit of attention to me, he would have been able to hear me.
I dropped my head into my hands as I thought it through. I couldn't tell Bill that I didn't have to do what he said. It would only bring trouble and perhaps even a stake. There was no one else I could tell, to discuss this new development with, even if I wanted to talk about it. I would have to keep it close to my chest which would include not alerting Bill. I would have to continue doing what he said when he commanded me so I wouldn't raise suspicion.
It definitely had possibilities. My mind flashed to a picture of home, my family, Eric. I couldn't let my mind run away from me. At the moment, I didn't know if it was just a fluke or whether it was a new ability. I would have to bide my time and wait, see if I was able to not comply the next time he commanded me. Nodding me head in resolution, I stood up and set about tidying up the sparse kitchen. It looked like I would have to go to the store for groceries if we were going to pull of the human charade.
"That was when I first new I was different. I really was still a baby vampire then. As you can guess, it wasn't a fluke occurrence." Eric was staring at me with slightly widened eyes. "What?"
"You did not have to obey your master?"
"It's difficult to explain. I still wanted to obey him, like a deep urge, but I didn't have to follow through with it. I was the one in control." I smiled at him tentatively. It was good that I trusted him so deeply.
"You truly are remarkable." He brought his hand up to stroke the side of my face softly. "I have to say," he added with a soft chuckle, "I am glad that Pam is not quite so talented as you or she would have been even more trouble." I could imagine Pam being just as defiant as I was, and even more rebellious. She still was.
"I imagine so."
"What happened after that?"
"Well, as I said, I realised that it was a gift that was sticking with me. I kept it hidden as hard as I could. I think it helped that it wasn't really something that Bill would ever consider as a reason for my defiance of his will. After about a month, I started plotting."
Bill had been gone since I had been awake which meant he had left not long after nightfall. It was always a pleasant night when I woke up alone in the house. God knows what he did when he disappeared for the night, but I had grown not to take them for granted. I was beyond fed up of being cooped up with Bill and having to do his bidding. I didn't even know what we were really doing anymore. I understood that we had been working for the Queen before, hunting down vampire hating humans who had the stupid idea to do something violent about it. Now? I wasn't quite so sure. Since I had turned, we had only been able to infiltrate two small groups that weren't much of a problem in the first place.
Despite telling myself that I wouldn't get my hopes up, I had done just that. I wanted desperately to go home, even if I wouldn't be welcome there. Even if I didn't make it back to Bon Temps, I needed to see Eric one last time. I wanted to tell him how sorry I and stupid for making that horrendous decision. He was the only person who might actually understand what I was going through. He at least deserved an explanation.
"I need to escape," I said aloud to my empty bedroom.
"That's when I decided that I needed to escape and might actually pull it off. When I was human, I wouldn't have been able to escape. By the time I realised it would be an actual escape and not just going back home, it was too late. I didn't have access to any of my own money, the car or my phone. I couldn't face calling home by then, I had been gone so long."
"I would have helped if you had called," he told me sincerely. No matter how angry he had been or how much I had thought then he had hated me, he would have helped me.
"I know that now, but you must understand my mind was warped." I explained before quickly continuing. "Anyway, I started planning an escape. I had it all planned out. I started saving up money. I would keep some change whenever I went to the store, took an extra few dollars when I put gas in the car, that sort of thing. It quickly added up.
My plan was to run, as far and as fast I could as soon as I could. I was going to do it the next time that Bill was gone for the night. Run to the next town over, they had a rental place and get a car. From there I would just drive and wind up back home if possible."
"Why did that plan not work out?"
"I didn't anticipate how quickly Bill would be able to track me." I sighed heavily and shifted on the bed, draping my legs over Eric and curling into his side. It was still shocking how comfortable I could feel around him and how much comfort I could get in return from his presence. His fingers laced with mine, squeezing slightly, encouraging me to continue. "Eventually I woke up one evening to an empty house. I couldn't believe it, I finally had my chance. I got up and grabbed the things I had prepared and made a run for it. Bill had taken the one car we had so I took off running through the woods. I had barely got to the outskirts of the town by the time I felt him in my head.
I panicked and veered to the grocery store rather than the rental place. I was at the checkout with a case of True Bloods when he came and sidled up beside me."
"Sookie," Bill greeted me, keeping his voice quite pleasant since we were in a public place. If I had been alive my heart would have been galloping in my chest. A lump was forming in my throat and I fought desperately to act normally. "How surprising to find you in the store." I handed over the cash to the check-out girl.
"I woke up hungry and we only had a couple of bloods left. You had the car and I didn't know how long you would be. I thought I'd head out while the local store was still open." I lied through my teeth and hoped that he would buy it. Thankfully, up until this point Bill had had no reason not to trust my antics.
"We ended up going back to the house and I changed my plans. Going to the rental place wasn't going to work, it would just slow me down, cutting into time that I could be using to get further away from the place. Plus, it would leave a trail that Bill could use to track me down.
Over the next few weeks I sequestered away more money and I constantly tested the limits of my connection to Bill. But as I tested it, I realised the compulsion to do what he wanted weakened and it gave me hope."
"When did you start intending to kill him rather than just running?" His question was simple yet ever so loaded. I was admitting to him more than I had admitted to anyone else, not that I'd had ample opportunities to tell anyone.
"I don't think I really accepted it until the night I did kill him. I prepared for it, but if he hadn't showed up as I made my escape, I wouldn't have tracked him down." A slight frown passed across Eric's face before his perfect mask returned. He was trying to let me just tell my story even though it was so difficult for him to just lie there and listen. I continued on. "Along with the things I've already told you about, I put a big backpack together of supplies. I sequestered away blood, clothes and a few little trinkets that I'd kept with me. There also happened to be a case of gasoline in my little hidey hole." There was little else to tell except for how that fateful night had unfolded. I took a deep, steadying breath that I didn't actually need before continuing.
I awoke in the darkness to a completely silent house. Nothing moved and not a single thought disturbed the peace. This was my night. It was amazing how much clearer everything was without adrenaline pouring through my body and my heart staying still in my chest. There were no distractions. I quickly dressed and raced to the kitchen to down a couple of bloods. There was no way of knowing how long it would take me to get to my destination and I would likely need all of my money for gas. I needed to be full before I set off.
I didn't know when Bill would be back although guessing from the time, he hadn't been gone long. Hopefully that meant I had quite a bit of time. I darted back to my bedroom to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Excitement began to buzz through me at the thought of going home. I dampened it down, trying to be realistic and turned my thoughts to more practical things.
There was one thing I had sort of forgotten. I hadn't been able to bear to pack it away with the rest of my things into my backpack. I still looked at it every evening although I could no longer touch it. Several years ago Eric had given me a simple silver necklace as a gift. It was for me to wear whenever he wasn't around so I always had something on me to protect me from vampires.
The sound of an engine rumbled in the distance, getting closer. "Fuck." I cursed under my breath. It seemed there would be no running off into the night. There would be a fight. I think in my heart I had known that it would come down to this. I continued to stare down at my necklace for another minute as the engine grew closer. It was a thin chain with a simple pendant. A loop of silver was twisted around twice and set in the bottom twist was a small diamond. I had balked when he had first presented it to me, but he had been adamant that I keep it. In the end I had relented for several reasons; it was gorgeous, his heart had been in the right place and I wanted something to remind me of him when I couldn't see him. It seemed the necklace might serve its original purpose one more time.
I snapped the box of the necklace shut and slipped inside the pocket of my jeans. Next I grabbed the stake that I kept underneath my pillow. I didn't trust Bill in many ways and I wanted something to protect myself. I palmed the rough wood, gripping it tightly. The engine was outside the house and it promptly switched off. Bill was back.
The house was still dark as I hadn't bothered to switch a light on as I hadn't needed it. I crept through the rooms to the living and knelt down beside the door that lead in from the entrance hall. Everything in me stilled so that I became a statue. I didn't move a muscle although my brain worked furiously. There was going to be a fight. I couldn't stand to stay here one more night now that another opportunity had arisen. I wouldn't let it get taken away from me again. Bill was stronger than me, faster and more cunning. In a fair fight he would undoubtedly win. It was a good job I didn't plan on it being a fair fight.
"Sook-eh?" Bill's annoying voice called as he opened the front door and switched on the hallway light out of habit. I didn't respond. I felt the confusion of his mind as he wondered where I could be. I also found out why he was back so soon: he had forgotten one of his memory sticks to take with him to his meeting. "Sook-eh?" He called again. He shut the front door and began to walk in through the house. The entire thing probably one took a couple of seconds but in my mind it played out like an hour. My grip tightened on the stake and I eased the necklace box out from my pocket. "Where in the hell are you?" He could sense me somewhere inside the house but he wasn't in tune with his senses enough to know where. "Stop playing games."
He finally stepped through the doorway into the living room and turned in the opposite direction to where I was knelt to switch on the light. I struck quickly, moving as fast as I was capable. I sprung upwards, forcing my knee into Bill's crotch which caused him to double over out of instinct. My elbow collided with the back of his neck. I sprang backwards, letting him fall to the floor without being able to grab me. My left hand shot forward, opening the jewellery box as I moved. The silver necklace sailed through the air to land on the exposed flesh at the back of Bill's neck. The second it hit, a pained snarl emanated from Bill's lips as the acrid stench of burning flesh began to fill the air. I used my foot to flip him over from his hips.
His face was the epitome of shock. I had known this wouldn't be a fair fight and I didn't care. If it was me or him, I came first every time.
I pounced on my prey with all the strength I had left. I straddled him at stomach level, making sure his wrists were pinned underneath my legs so he couldn't move enough to move me. I heard the satisfying crack of a couple of small bones breaking as I applied all the pressure I could without throwing myself off balance. Realisation dawned on his face as he finally saw what I was holding in my right hand.
"No! Sookie please don't do this!" He cried as I sat on his stomach, staring down into his cold, dead eyes. I felt strangely calm as I grabbed the stake tightly in my hands, unfeeling almost. His arms were trapped under my shins at his wrist, unable to get leverage to move them even if I hadn't already crushed most of the bones in his hands.
No! Oh god no! Please! I can't die! I can't die! The same mantra kept running through his head like a broken record on repeat, and it brought a sick flicker of a smile to my lips; almost a snarl as I showed off my teeth.
I stared straight into his lifeless brown eyes; even now I didn't see emotion in them. It was just like looking into a puddle of mud. Slowly, I moved my hands to push the tip of the sharpened wood exactly over his heart before I paused to take a deep breath. I wanted to savour the moment I got the revenge for everything he had dealt me over the past couple of years.
"Goodbye Bill," I said quietly and pushed the stake into his chest with as much force as I could muster. His eyes widened startlingly while a low, strangled scream erupted from his lips. The stake finally passed through his body until it hit the wooden floor below him. I heard every little passage; the snap of his ribs cracking to allow the wood to pass and the grinding as fragments were sheared off his sternum. Blood sprang forth from the wound quickly, spreading out between my fingers and covering my lap within a couple of seconds. I still couldn't move though; I was transfixed with watching him die.
He began to disintegrate then; first his extremities melted down into a gooey, bloody residue. My legs connected with the floor and then I felt the few muscles he'd actually possessed turning soft underneath me as his organs turned to liquid and bone began to liquefy. As his features merged into one, surprisingly he was still conscious, his brain surviving enough to feel pain. Huh, apparently it took the final death for his eyes to show anything. It wasn't long, maybe only a second more, before they too were gone and I felt my smile grow bigger with satisfaction. I would never have to look into them ever again. He wouldn't even have the satisfaction of haunting my dreams. The cry died on his lips as his throat collapsed in on itself, as more blood pooled out from everywhere. Every orifice and every pore leaked blood at a rate that made it unbelievable to think that such a small man could hold so very much blood. Finally, he died. I felt it, in my head, the lack of anything going on in his skull. He was gone, leaving me sitting in a puddle of his remnants on the floor.
"Good riddance," I muttered as I stood up, still clutching the stake in my hands. "Guess I won't be needing that," I added as I flung it to the ground. I felt freer than I had in a long time, as though a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Glancing down at myself I found that I was completely covered in blood; it had soaked into my jeans so that they clung nastily to my legs, my arms were caked and my shirt was splattered. I walked confidently from the room, shutting the door behind me.
I took a deep breath, savouring the taste of the air from a world without Bill in it and, by golly, it was good. Anyone who had seen me would say that I had a spring in my step, but I wouldn't go quite that far. Going outside I went straight to the tap there with its little hose attachment to dose my hands with the cold water. I watched, transfixed as the water ran first a deep crimson before turning pink and finally running clear. Next I stripped off my clothing; not caring if anyone saw me, since the house was nestled in a little private woods, it was really unlikely that anyone would stumble across me. Then I turned the hose on my legs and chest, to get rid of every little remnant of him.
"Better," I mumbled quietly and turned the water off after throwing my clothes through an open window. Clambering down, I grabbed a bag that I kept in my personal escape room, the one that used to be the coal storage unit under the house, but hadn't been used for such purposes in years. The only issue with it was that I'd had to keep my bag wrapped up in an extra plastic bag to protect it from the soot. I didn't care though, it just meant I had to toss that into the house too before I could get a change of clothes out.
Once I was fully dressed I grabbed the most important items out; a small can of gasoline and a match, or two. It didn't take me very long to walk around the perimeter, spilling the gas as I went. The inside had been well and truly dosed just before Bill got home. I didn't bother with another goodbye; he didn't deserve it and God knows I really didn't care about the house enough to save any of it. I already had all of my possessions that I wanted inside my bag.
Pfft, the match struck alight in one go and I simply tossed it on the front porch at the end nearest to where the remains laid. It took only a minute or two for the entire thing to be engulfed. I didn't even bother to stay and watch the flames light up the night sky. Instead, I grabbed my bag and walked towards the woods. It would be a good while before anyone would realise there were flames flickering above the trees; everyone within a mile radius was already asleep and I'm sure everyone else was. There would be nothing left at all by the time the emergency crews got here, at least there would be nothing of any significance left.
I paused as I got to the tree line, backpack secured and even fastened around my waist. The bitter scent of the smoke hit my nostrils and I took a deep breath, just to let it stay with me for awhile, a good reminder of everything that I was leaving behind. I don't think I'd ever smiled as widely as I disappeared into the night.
I had become quite wrapped up in my story telling. So when I came to the end I was almost surprised to find myself even closer to my vampire than I had before. Our legs were intertwined and my head rested on his chest. The perfect stillness was calming. I used to lay like this before and listen to the silence of his chest to relax. It seemed it still had the same effect.
"I find myself incredibly proud." Eric stated simply. I glanced up at him and found that he was practically grinning. His fangs were digging into his bottom lip slightly. He gave me an extra squeeze. "I may ask you tell me how you killed Bill Compton many times." I rolled my eyes. It felt amazing to have gotten that off my chest. I wasn't comfortable with death and I partly hoped that I never would be. "I only wish I could have seen it." I definitely rolled my eyes at that. After a couple more seconds of thought, and I didn't need to be telepathic to know he was imagining Bill's face as I drove the stake through his chest, he returned to the present. "How did you get to Louisiana?"
"I might have stolen a car or two." At that his eyes glittered with amusement.
"That is the bit of this story that bothers you?" He sounded incredulous.
"Yes! Well, all of it bothers me, including that bit. I had to steal from poor unsuspecting people. I just hope they had good insurance. I ended up with a few different vehicles as I was pretty sure that people would try to follow me." It turned out it had been right for me to be paranoid about that.
"I am sure it will be fine," Eric soothed although the corners of his lips were still twitching as he fought a smile.
"And that's up to when I called you." I was exhausted. Glancing at the time I discovered we had been talking for close to two hours. I rolled over onto my side and buried my face in Eric's chest, letting him comfort me. I hugged him tightly, even throwing one leg over his hips to get as close as possible. "After everything we've been through, I'm so glad I came back," I whispered to him. My eyes were squeezed shut, keeping back the tears that had been threatening since I first started telling him my story.
"Sookie," he replied, his voice soft. I squeezed him tighter for an instant, letting him know that I was listening. "Lover, look at me." A finger underneath my chin tilted my head up to face him and I slowly opened my eyes. My vision swam with red for an instant, blurring his face. "No matter how you feel, you did the right thing. I am glad you came back, too." He brushed my lips delicately with a tender kiss. I had been doing so well at holding back my tears until that point.
I felt the droplets of blood trail down across my cheek. Before I had a chance to wipe it away, Eric's thumb brushed it away, leaving the droplet on the tip of his thumb. Without hesitation he placed his thumb between his lips and sucked off the blood. Something flickered across his eyes, so fast that even I almost missed it.
He leaned in for another kiss. I instantly felt the hard press of his fangs behind his lips, which sent mine shooting down. His tongue flickered across mine, teasing and tempting. Something had changed. We flipped, mouths still locked, until I was on my back with Eric hovering over me. He pulled back slightly to stare into my eyes. His expression was one of complete surprise.
"What?" I asked playfully, trying desperately to forget the tears of only a few seconds ago. He gave me another peck before responding.
"You taste like no other vampire. I can still taste sunshine." A broad grin spread across his face, making his eyes light up. In that one moment, his eyes looked as young as the rest of his face. I smiled softly in reply.
"I'm glad I came back." I tucked myself into his side again, feeling perfectly safe. Most of the time I didn't realise how gargantuan he was. It was odd moments like this that I remembered how much he dwarfed my petite frame. With my head resting on his shoulder, the tips of my toes only just made it to his ankle. Even relaxed as he was, I could feel the definition of his abdominal muscles with my hand just laid on his stomach. He should have been imposing and yet I didn't feel anything but safe.
"My Sookie," he replied softly and placed a delicate kiss on my forehead. "Whatever happens now, you should know that I am on your side. I know my words will have little effect as I know you feel for things that you cannot control, but you should not feel guilty for what has passed." How could he so perfectly summarise exactly how I felt?
I snuggled into his side, pressing my face into his chest and inhaling the scent that was uniquely Eric. I felt so relieved for telling him everything that it was somewhat difficult to remember that this ordeal was far from over. I still had several things to face. However, I was beginning to feel much better. I tensed my muscles and released, stretching out as much as possibly without moving away from my vampire shaped pillow. I felt pretty good.
I moved slowly, giving Eric plenty of time to realise what I was doing. I saw the slow smile spread across his face and his eyes get a little bit darker. I slid on top of him until I was straddling his hips, with my chest resting against his.
"Hi," I whispered softly before pressing my lips to his. His smile only retreated when he kissed me back. His hands immediately found their way to my hips, holding me in place. I sighed with contentment as I continued to kiss him, slowly, savouring every second.
His hands moved up to my waist, pulling me down more firmly so that my breasts were pushed up against his chest. I could feel intimately how much he enjoyed this position. Yet, he didn't make any move to deepen the kiss or to speed things up. My own hands wound themselves into his hair, twining the soft strands through my fingers. The only thing I could sense anywhere around me was Eric and it was amazing.
Strong hands began to massage my back, starting just below my shoulder blades. My muscles responded deliciously. My entire body was suddenly filled with that pain that hurts so good. I couldn't help but moan and drop my face to his shoulder after one final smooch. I sighed again and felt an answering groan coming from my vampire.
"Are you still sore?" He asked me as his magic fingers continued to kneed my back. I arched into him, luxuriating in his movements.
"A little," I replied as I basked in his movements. He had always had magical fingers, but I wasn't as delicate as I had been. It seemed my muscles could take a lot more of his strength, and boy, did it feel good. As soon as the words had left my mouth I found myself lying on my front on the bed. Eric's hands immediately went to my shoulders as soon as he had finished flipping my over. He carefully straddled my hips, not putting too much of his weight on me, even though it didn't bother me in the slightest. His large hands set to work, easing out every kink and knot in my muscles. Even vampires get tense. I groaned out my gratitude.
"It is a shame I do not have human blood here for you," he said quietly. I was only able to partially pay attention to what he was saying, my mind was fixated on his fingers. He now had several fingers spread out over my scar, working on the taught skin there while his thumbs rubbed circles on my shoulder. His hands were so very big.
"Why?" I replied, not focused enough to figure it out myself.
"You would have heeled fully by now." I nodded slightly, hoping her could see the movement. "Synthetic stuff is good, but it just does not have the same kick to it." He pondered.
"It doesn't matter," I mumbled. His hands had gone lower down my arm. I was fairly sure he was just having fun with me now. For some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to complain. "I've never had human blood anyway." His hands immediately stopped moving.
"What?" He asked, his accent stronger than it had been a couple of seconds ago. Apparently, I had really managed to surprise him. His hands went back to work, starting on my other arm.
"I've never had human blood. Bill always just stocked synthetic and I wasn't going to go hunting." I shrugged.
To me, it wasn't a big deal. You can't miss what you've never had, or whatever the saying was. Besides, it just didn't feel right to drink from a human. Perhaps I was still too attached to my humanity. The memories were too close of me letting Eric feed off me. Apart from a few times out of necessity, Eric taking my blood had always been a very intimate act, something shared between two lovers behind closed doors. It wasn't something I was about to go and share with someone off the street, so to speak.
"I shall have to get you some from the blood bank to try," Eric mused. "The anticoagulants make it a little bitter, but it is still good."
"I'm not drinking from the blood bank, Eric," I stated. I actually moved from my position, twisting slightly so I could stare up at him through the darkness. "The blood bank is for sick people, people who need the blood more than I do. I'm happy with the synthetic stuff." I said pointedly, making sure he knew I shouldn't be argued with. I had always been stubborn, and that hadn't changed one bit.
"Would you be opposed to drinking directly from a human?" He was making far too big of a deal out of this for my liking. I guess over a thousand years of not even having synthetic blood as an option, made him have a very different view on his diet than mine.
"Yes and no," I replied cautiously. My massage was all but forgotten as he moved to lie down beside me. And here I was thinking that the heavy conversation was over for tonight. "I don't like the idea of just drinking from anyone."
"Even a willing donor?" His hand found mine, lacing our fingers together. He seemed to be trying to understand where I was coming from.
"Yes, the idea is somewhat better than the blood bank. At least I wouldn't be just taking it from people who need it. But, I've always thought taking a human's blood was quite intimate. Look at what we used to do." His eyes almost seemed to cloud over for a second as he remembered.
"True, on some levels. What we shared was intimate, however, it does not have to be that way." He paused for a second. "Think of it as a mutually appealing business transaction." I was intrigued as to where he was going with his explanation. "Both parties get something from the encounter. True, the human might be wishing for something more than donating a pint or two, and some vampires do offer that but it doesn't have to be that way. The human gets to donate blood and be close to a vampire, the vampire gets sustenance."
"How about, I'll think about trying it. But once everything has calmed down." He nodded his head in approval and kissed my forehead.
"How often do you drink from humans?" I was curious now.
"Not very often," he replied. He paused for a second, thinking of something. "For the most part I drink synthetic. I drink and supply from the blood bank for meetings and such, as would be expected." He shrugged his massive shoulders and got up from the bed. He undressed, letting me watch him without any hint of embarrassment until he was left only in his boxer briefs. "The sun will be up soon." He supplied in explanation. Although I could feel the passage of the sun and dawn growing closer, I hadn't paid much attention to it, knowing that I was safely indoors.
It didn't bother me as much as I thought it would, hearing that he was drinking from humans. Of course, I had absolutely no right to stop him from drinking from humans, especially since it had all happened while I had been away. It also seemed different now. Before, I had hated the idea of him drinking from someone else. I had been able to provide my own blood for him and for the additional that I couldn't provide there had been synthetic. Now, I couldn't provide him blood and I wasn't going to force him to survive on just synthetic like I was. Like I had said, it had been a completely different way of life for vampires until recently.
Movement brought me out of my thoughts and I glanced his direction just in time to see him shirk his boxer briefs. I was gifted with the view of his mighty fine ass as he padded over to the laundry hamper with his clothes.
"Throw me your shirt," I told him, not taking my eyes away from his behind. I didn't care if he caught me ogling, he knew perfectly well what I thought of his body anyway. I also knew he was appreciative of mine, even if I did have several issues with it myself. He threw me his t-shirt without even bothering to turn around and I caught it easily. Vampire reflexes were pretty good.
By the time I had changed into his t-shirt, he was already waiting for me in bed. His phone lighting up his face while he checked his messages. There was something oddly amusing about the scene before me and I couldn't help the little giggle that escaped my lips.
"What?" He asked, without bothering to look up.
"Nothing really, just how mundane we are being," I supplied. Here we were, two vampires getting ready for bed, probably just like any other couple. He smirked back at me in reply. I got into bed beside him, immediately snuggling into his side. He didn't bother to move his phone and I could see he was reading an important looking email.
"It seems that tomorrow we cannot continue being mundane. But for now, sleep lover." With that, he kissed my temple and pulled me in tightly to his side.
Thanks for reading! Sorry it's been so long, although that seems a little ridiculous at this point. Life just got in the way. I ended up in hospital again, a couple of times actually and school, but I have now graduated, so please call me Dr LF91! ;)
I apologise for any issues in this chapter, as it has not been beta'd and for any inconsistencies, it's just been so long.
Until next time.
LF91
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