Bloody Fangs

Chapter 14

The sun peered over the trees, casting light over the top of the thick grove of trees overrunning a deserted, rather broken down mansion. Despite the light, the area was dark, a few spots of light shining through onto the swamp-like ground. A large chunk of the cliff was missing from beneath the house, which stayed in tact only from the four foot thick slab of concrete beneath it.

Razah's eyes opened, her body landing on a thick pile of softness. She looked around, beneath her, white fur blankets on a large bed, the room dark, a glimpse of light peering in through the hole in a board covering the window. She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow before pushing herself up into a sitting position. The room was empty of all but herself and the furnishings.

She sighed, falling back on the blankets and cozying herself into them. All she remembered was a flash of white, the cold air around her, and a hand over her eyes as she was carried through the forest.

"Hello there." Razah's eyes opened as she quickly sat up. Looking around, she saw no one. She blinked, trying to focus her eyes. A man stepped into the light that shone through the board, illuminating his pure white skin and white garments of clothing.

"Holy shit, you're white." The man sighed, following with an amuzed chuckle as he walked forward to the edge of the bed.

"Yes, I'm very white."

"Are you a ghost or what?" Razah inched closer, curious about the man.

"No, I'm not," his amusement quickly ended.

"What's with the fur blankets?"

"I like soft things," He licked his lips, revealing a blue tongue, "Especially the soft skin of young women."

"So does that mean you're the vampire that has everyone freaked out?"

"Not exactly," he sat on the edge of the bed, staring into Razah's eyes, "You've got lovely eyes."

"Yeah, that's nice. So you are a vampire, yes? Are you going to drain me of my blood and toss my body out into the river?"

"Are you stereotyping me?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Whitie."

"Whitie?"

"Would you prefer Mr. Whitie-Tightie? Or maybe the Mysterious White Ghostpire?" Razah playfully smirked, successfully irritating her captor who had quite the look of annoyance.

"None of the above."

"Then what would you prefer?"

"You can call me by my name, Hichigo," he crawled toward Razah, causing her to scoot away, "Or if you prefer, you can call me Master. I don't mind that one."

Razah put her foot up, pressing it against his chest to keep him at bay, "You'd like that too much."

"Yes, yes I would," Hichgo licked her exposed leg, "Alright then, you shall call me Master."

Razah slapped at his face as she retreated her leg, "I don't think so."

"Then what do you want to call me?"

"Moby Dick."

He paused, settling himself and propping his head in his hands, "The hell is that?"

"A big white whale."

The smirk returned to Hichigo's face, "You want to see a big white whale?"

"No," Razah's smile widened, "You're actually more like a powdered donut."

"A what? What's a donut?" From thin air, Razah plucked a donut from, causing Hichigo's golden eyes to widen, "Where did you pull that from?"

"Your white ass."

Hichigo growled, slamming his fists against the bed, "Alright, already. I get it, I'm white!"

"Yeah, you are. White as snow."

"Knock it off!"

"Like Sodium Cyanide."

"What the hell are you, a scientist?"

Razah chuckled, happy with herself, "Far from, all I know is that it's white."

Hichigo rested his head against the soft fur, sighing heavily as he contemplated speaking again. His face rolled up just enough to expose his eyes, "Are you done?"

Razah shook her head, smile stuck on her face, "Just two more."

"One."

"Lab Rat."

"That was your last one."

"No wait, I have one more! Toilet Paper!"

"That's it," Hichigo pushed himself up, pouncing on Razah and pinning her down, "Enough with the jokes unless you want to die now." Before she could slip out another white joke, Hichigo pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue through her parted lips.