Chapter Nine.
"NO, YOU DON'T, BLOODSUCKER!" I leapt from the shadows, with my knife in hand. Rose's eyes widened.
"Daniel?" she grimaced.
"Get away from her.." I held out the knife threateningly, ready to strike, glaring at 'John'.
Surprisingly, he sighed, then placed Rose carefully on the ground, stepping away from her. "With pleasure," he replied, then jumped into the darkness and disappeared.
"Rose, you fool, what do you think you were doing?" I picked her up. "Good thing I arrived at the last moment, and saw him about to suck your blood." I grimaced at the mental image.
"No.. you're.. wrong..." she gasped quietly. I looked at her throat, slashed. "Did he do this to you?" She shook her head. I looked at her, confused. "Then what happened?"
"I told him... to drink.. my blood instead of other.. people's.." she gasped from the pain again. I immediately got a scrap of my shirt and tied it around her neck. "Shh..." I started to walk home, carrying her in my arms, unsure of what she had just told me.
"No.. I can manage on my own.." she got up and limply walked around. Then she fell back, and I caught her.
"Mhm... sure.." I smiled at her softly.
"Oh, shut up.." she frowned at me, rolling her eyes.
"Fine," and I did, then pressed my lips against hers, looking at her eyes and saw a startled expression. I let her go, then carried her on my back to go home, quietly listening to her protest and then fall asleep. I closed my eyes and smiled.