Naomi had felt restless ever since her fight with Cook. He was right. She was a terrible sire. She had turned him without his consent, taught him a life of murder and mayhem and then turned her back on him when Gina had offered her absolution. She had looked down her nose at the monster she had created. Cook couldn't help what he was, what Naomi had made him in to. He had stopped killing, even before the treaty between the vampires and the Hunters. Despite his dubious upbringing he was trying to make a better man of himself.
Naomi knew what it felt like to miss her maker, she understood why he was mad with her for leaving him and how eager he was to rekindle their bond, but she wasn't the same woman who had seduced him in a smoky, run down bar in the east end of London and then drained him dry. The woman who had proudly taught him to stalk and kill and reaped the benefits of his persuasive charm when it came to luring pretty young things to their deaths. Naomi couldn't hunt any more. She couldn't feed on what, or who, she wanted; and part of her despised Cook for it. He was free to indulge in his nature, while she had to cage her own.
She had stayed in the pub Cook had left her in and drank herself stupid. Of course a vampire's metabolism was much faster than a human being's and even as she stumbled home through the streets of Bristol she was beginning to sober up. Though she was still comfortably buzzed as she approached her street and found a young man slumped on a low wall. He held his head in his hands and reeked of cheap whisky. He was a good looking kid in his early twenties. His lips stretched up in to a smile as he looked up and caught her staring at him. "Hi there." He leered at her with a cocky smirk as he eyed her up and down. Naomi was an attractive girl and she knew it; but even without her looks the young man would have been enthralled by her. Vampires were natural predators and everything about them was meant to entice their prey. Even if a vampire was pig ugly humans would be drawn to them. They just couldn't help themselves. "Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be out by yourself this time of night." He got to his feet and staggered towards her, a hungry gaze in his eyes. It was nothing compared to the one Naomi gave him back. It had been so very long since she had last fed from a living thing; since she had felt fresh hot sticky blood pouring in to her open mouth.
She chuckled at him, her laughter soft and innocent to his ignorant ears. When he looked at her he saw a cute blonde eyeing him up; not a deadly predator sizing him up. He was one of those modern metrosexual men who wore skinny jeans and pink T-shirts. There wasn't an ounce of fat or muscle on him. It would take mere seconds to bring him down and sink her fangs in to his neck. "You up for a party?" He pulled out a small bag of white powder as he stumbled even closer. His breath was putrid and turned her stomach as he leant in close. Regardless of his personal hygiene issues Naomi was still craving his blood as her fangs began to cut through her gums. She was a heartbeat away from tearing his throat open when a familiar scent washed over her. Emily.
"Oi!" The guy grumbled as she shoved him backwards, sending him flying back in to a rose bush.
"Count yourself lucky." She growled at him and for just a second her true nature shone through her eyes. He fell as silent as the grave as he sat in a puddle of his own piss, cowering at the deadly sight him. Naomi left him to his own devices as she began tracking Emily's all too familiar scent. She was close by. Two, maybe three streets over. She had unwillingly saved the young man's life; endangering her own in the process. Naomi had spent decades fighting her nature, her need for human blood, and in a few days Emily had destroyed all that hard work. The girl was irresistible and the blonde couldn't separate her desire for her from her lust for her blood.
The alcohol induced haze she had been in quickly wore off as she slipped in to her hunting mode, silently and effortlessly slipping in to the shadows as she stalked her prey. She was going to feed off Emily Fitch. She was like an alcoholic who had suddenly been handed an open bottle of vintage red wine and the sweet aroma was intoxicating. She found Emily two streets over, sitting on a swing in a child's play park. She was oblivious to Naomi watching her from the bushes, and even as she crept forward Emily didn't notice. She was lost in a world of her own as she gently swung back and forward, kicking her little legs out to keep up the momentum. "Need a push?"
"Christ!" Emily jumped from the swing with surprising agility. She landed neatly with a roll and spun around to face Naomi in one single fluid motion. Naomi would have been impressed if she hadn't been so preoccupied with her racing heart. Fear made the blood so much sweeter. Emily's entire body relaxed as she realised it was just Naomi. "You scared me! What are you doing out here? I thought you were out with Cook?"
"He got a better offer." Naomi shrugged as she pushed the swing Emily had just jumped from, sending it swinging back and forth as she slowly walked around the metal frame of the swing, closing in on the younger girl.
"I doubt it." Emily smiled up at her with that sweet trusting smile of hers. Her eyes were a little glazed over and her movements weren't as fluid as Naomi had first thought. Now that the adrenaline had worn off she was struggling to stand upright. Emily was drunk. Defenceless and drunk all alone in a park in the middle of the night. Anything could happen.
"Never mind me. What are you doing here at this time of night?" Somehow Emily's helplessness was more irritating than exciting. The blonde found herself scowling as she pulled off her hoodie and wrapped it around Emily's shoulders. Her skin was freezing cold to the touch.
"Needed to clear my head." Emily pulled the jacket around herself as she began to shiver, as though she had only just realised it was bordering on freezing outside. Emily had only succeeded in clouding her head more than anything. "Katie's a bitch." She grumbled as though that would explain everything.
Naomi's entire attitude had changed in a matter of minutes. She no longer wanted to feed from Emily, she wanted to protect her from the big bad creatures lurking in the dark. Creatures like Naomi. "Come on. I live nearby." She took hold of Emily's hand like it was the most natural thing in the world and led her back to her house. The house was in total darkness when Naomi opened the front door and slipped inside with Emily in-toe. Gina and Kieran were asleep so Naomi could at least put off her mother meeting Emily for another few hours. Keeping the lights off she effortlessly navigated the stairs and led Emily to her room. She switched on the small bedside lamp as Emily let herself drop on to the bed. The soft light illuminated Emily's fragile frame. Her small body took up a surprising amount of space as she lay spread across the bed. Across Naomi's bed.
The blonde felt her hunger rearing it's ugly head as her lust for the redhead increased ten-fold. She was torn between ripping her throat out and ripping her clothes off. Neither was a very safe option. "I'll be right back." She excused herself to go get some blood from the fridge. She drank two pints before she filled a glass full of water and went back upstairs to see to Emily. She had drank so much blood that her stomach was ready to burst. Her hunger for Emily's blood had died down after her midnight meal, but her lust for her body was far from satisfied as she walked back in to her room and found Emily stripping off. She had her back to her as she shimmied out of her jeans. She already had her top and bra off and the soft smooth skin of her back was on show for Naomi's viewing. It took all of her will power to keep from reaching out and running her hands down Emily's sides. She cleared her throat as she pulled a T-shirt out from her chest of drawers and held it out for the other girl.
"Thanks." Emily looked over her shoulder and shot Naomi a shy awkward smile as she took hold of the of the offered T-shirt. She seemed a little more steady on her feet as she pulled the shirt over her head. It was big on Naomi, which was exactly why she had chosen it for Emily. It hung just above the smaller girl's knees.
Naomi changed in to a pair of shorts and a vest as Emily climbed in to her bed. As Naomi slipped in beside her she could already smell Emily's scent on her sheets. It would linger there for days. "You're hot." Emily mumbled as she rolled over and buried her face in the crook of Naomi's neck.
"You're not too bad yourself." Naomi chuckled, earning a playful dig from the other girl.
"I meant you feel warm."
Naomi had drank enough to raise her body temperature by a few degrees, making her skin hot to the touch. She was at least warming Emily up, who had stopped shivering and was lying still and silent beside her. She wasn't sleeping though, her breathing was erratic, not the steady rhythm it would be if she were asleep. Naomi stiffened as Emily's lips moved, placing soft teasing kisses up her throat and along her jaw. Naomi's body betrayed her as her arms slipped around the smaller girl and pulled her on top of her. Her lips found Emily's as she began kissing her, softly at first, until Emily deepened the kiss and what little control Naomi had began to slip. She ran her hands up Emily's sides, under her shirt, delighting in the way Emily sighed in to her mouth. She wanted the little red head so badly. She wanted to taste every inch of her; inside and out.
She pulled her lips away from Emily's and kissed down her neck, her tongue darted out of its own accord, giving her a hint of the taste she so desperately craved. Her teeth followed her tongue, nipping softly at the sensitive flesh. It had the desired effect as Emily let out a low moan and her hips bucked forward. Their eyes locked as Naomi slowly pushed up her t-shirt and trailed a path of kisses down her stomach, alternating between kissing and biting. Emily's fingers tangled in her hair, tugging almost painfully. The pain was good. It kept her focused. Less than an hour ago she had been ready to sink her fangs in to the other girl and drain her dry. She had to keep herself focused on not biting down too hard as she nipped at Emily's flesh, if she broke the skin and tasted a single drop of the other girl's blood she would loose her control completely.
She couldn't take things too far. She knew she wasn't stable enough for that. If she got too worked up she could hurt Emily; or worse kill her. With great difficulty she managed to tear herself away and pull Emily's t-shirt back down. The younger girl pouted as she tried to steal another kiss. Naomi obliged but caught her hand as it travelled down between their entwined bodies. "Please." She mumbled as Naomi pulled away and manoeuvred them so that they were spooning. She wrapped her arms around Emily's waist, not only cuddling in to her, but pinning the other girl's wandering hands to her sides.
"I want this." The smaller girl grumbled as she squirmed in Naomi's arms, trying to free herself. "I want you."
"You're drunk." Naomi objected as she pressed her lips to Emily's throat, trying to ignore the slow steady beat of her heart. "Besides, I'll still be here in the morning."
