~Wrench gently knocked on Zane's door the next night. She had walked in the previous night after she bailed on him for not trusting herself with biting a living breathing thing, but now she felt confident and cool after talking to Damon about it. And besides, she owed him for ditching him and not telling him why.
Yet, even as her heart was set to letting him have his way, one way or the other, she still objected with him becoming one of them. Becoming a vampire, and immortal being. But she respected his ways and wishes, and was going to get his opinion and she was going to go through with it.
A groggy looking Zane opened the door. Zane and Wrench both had had a huge project, fix and entire semi truck's engine-it took six hours to fix with intervals of course-but even the coffee breaks were not enough to keep them alive and full of energy. The task was huge, and it had left both of them exhausted by the day's work.
"Yeah Wrench?" he said with a bit of frost edging his tone. She knew he must have been so mad with her.
Wrench breathed a sigh, and let it out thorugh her teeth. "Hey. I was thinking that maybe sex was something we should have waited on. Although we didn't do it, I was thinking that maybe I could ask something of you."
Zane's face softened. He could never stay mad at her, not with eyes so chocolate brown it was like swimming in molten chocolate and rubies. To her, his eyes were like getting lost in fog forever, never finding her way to the light. Zane gave a soft snort, and embraced her. "Anything you want, my love," he said into her rose smelling hair.
Wrench glued her lips to his, swirling her tongue between his teeth, shoving him back into his room. He was shirtless as usual when he was about to go to bed, and she ran her fingers up the plane between the row of stomach muscles. She pulled back slightly.
"I want to talk to you about something very important," she began, sitting with him on the bed.
"How important are we talking? Like sex important or lose a sock important?" he teased.
Wrench smiled with affection, and brushed loose strands of hair out of his face. He held her hand there, loving the feel of her fingers. "More important than sex. And I think you are addicted to sex just because I left you hanging behind." She looked at him. "What do you want more than anything in your entire life?"
Zane become quiet then, and she took that moment to see if he really was thinking. She saw lots of things go through his head. But she yanked her thoughts out of his head to wait patiently while he thought.
It felt like eternity before he spoke. It was only a small whisper. "I want you," he squeaked, blushing.
"Anything else but that? Don't lie, Zane. Damon taught me how to read minds." It was the truth; Damon had taught her how to read minds, even when her mind was as weak as it was.
Zane blushed brighter. "I...um..." He stuttered over his words. "I w...want you...t..." Poor Zane looked nervous, his hands were shaking slightly.
Wrench had a vague feeling what he was talking about. She finished smoothly for him. "You want me to change you into a vampire like me?" She hoped to high heavens that he would say no, that she wouldn't have to change him; that she wouldn't have to feed him human blood until he could regain his strength to feed on proccessed foods.
Unfortunately, Zane gave her a pleading look and nodded.
Shit, fuck, damn, fuck! I don't want to do this! she thought to herself. Wrench's vampire heart was rocketing out of her chest, thinking about how sexy he would be immortal, but wouldn't he miss his family and the boys at the shop? "Why?" Wrench asked, trying to mask the shock and defeat on her face.
"Well, I mean it would be awesome to have unlimited knowledge in front of you, but the real reason is that I want to be with you forever. And that is because I love the hell out of you."
While Wrench wanted to smack him, she simply said cooly, "Okay, then. But I am not going to kill you. If you die before the blood passes out of your system, then you will become a vampire. But I am not killing you myself. Got it?" He nodded. "Then lay down on the bed."
Zane willingly obeyed, laying with both hands at his sides. Wrench straddled him with her knees on either side of his hips, crossing her arms to pull of her shirt and unhitch her bra. She leaned down and kissed him, placing his hands on her back. Zane pulled back a bit.
"I thought you said it was more important than sex," he said, but groaned at the nip of her canine teeth at his earlobe.
"It is; sometimes it is less painful to bite a human if the body feels pleasureful. In other words, if you want to feel me instead of my teeth, then you have to be horny. Damon told me himself." She began necking him, and Zane chuckled. Her theory was working; he was feeling more horny the more her hands travelled across his chest and rubbed the bump in his cotton low slung pants.
Zane loved the curves of her body. Wrench had a great body, he had to admit. Her hips swelled out expertly from her thick, plus size model hour-glass figure. And her buttocks were so smooth and it bulged out perfectly. Zane wondered why Wrench was always covered in black, not showing off her spectacular abs in the summer. Wrench always said the sun made her weak. Now he knew why; because of the large ring cirlcing her thigh that was her lapis lazuli ring.
Zane felt Wrench freeze when her teeth came to the spot underneath his pulse, which, by the way, was thundering like horses hooves. He waited for her to strike like a snake, but instead she retrieved a bit, and looked at him. He watched her lips pull back and saw the long sharp fangs extract and sharpen.
Zane should have been frightened of the sight, of two long fangs come out from behind her teeth, to know that she was going to feed off him. But instead, he felt so different. Something stronger than fear engulfed him, making his hand reach up and gently caress her eyes. Wrench had tears in her eyes, and she had choked on a breath. Zane frowned.
"You're upset," he said. It was not a question.
"No; I'm just thinking," she said, but the tears in her eyes were like bee stings on her precious cheeks. Zane pulled her down and kissed her tears away.
"I don't believe you," he murmured in her ear softly. His gray eyes were hard to resist.
She leaned back on her haunches and wiped away more tears. Her fangs disappeared into her gums again. "Zane, if I turn you, life will be so hard. You will have to leave a place you'll only lived in for a few years because you will not have aged an hour. And what do you think you will feel when you leave Dan and the boys? Then come back and watch them die while you stay twenty forever? I just don't want you to live thorugh that."
"Tanya, I told you that I don't care about that." He pulled her down and kissed away the stray tears that slowly rolled off her cheeks. "I told you that I want to be with you forever. I know I'm going to miss the boys and Dan and all, but I want you so badly it hurts me." She was about to open her mouth to prtest, but he put a light finger to her lips, and she stayed quiet while he finished. "I love you more than life, Tanya. You have to believe that, love."
Wrench thought for a slight moment, and Zane waited patiently, rubbing his thumb in small circles on her bare waist. Finally, Wrench sighed, nodded, then let her fangs extract again.
Zane lolled his head to the side, exposing histhroat. Wrench leaned, creating a wet swathe with her tongue on his neck, and murmured, "This is going to hurt."
"I don't care, love," he murmured back. Her breath was so close, like a whisper across his wet neck...
She struck.
Zane held back the temptation to yowl or screech in pain, but he held his tongue with his teeth. She's got some sharp and strong teeth, Zane thought absently.
Strangely, the pain in Zane's neck vanished as fast as it came, and bliss and joy followed the pain. He sighed happily, running his fingers down her back. Wrench stroked his chest, right above his heart; Zane's heart skipped a beat. Zane held her while she fed her fill, feeling the veins and arteries in his system being slowly taken from him. It felt scary, but his love for her was way too strong to be over come. He knew she didn't want this, but after everything she had been through, Zane knew Wrench deserved someone by her side for the rest of her immortal life, loving everything about her and loving the way she lived life.
Wrench lifted her mouth off his neck, looking at him. Blood-his blood-dripped from her lips, dribbling slowly down her neck. She gulped some of the left over blood around her teeth, and licked her lips. Her hand moved beneath her left calf, and Zane glimpsed a silver dagger, but kept his eyes on her face. Their eyes were locked on the other, waiting for the other to say stop and everything would be over.
Zane watched as Wrench drew the dagger across her long neck, drawing fresh and dark blood at the base of her neck. A long but shallow cut. She heaved his head up to rest his lips on the cut, and at her stroke of encouragement from her hand, he began to suck the blood from her neck.
~Later, they laid with Wrench's head on his shoulder, fingers playing with his chest hairs; Zane stroked her back, eyes closed, feeling her warmth. Wrench had never felt like this for a while; her blood was energized with a strength she never knew she had. Zane's blood had filled her tummy completely, and she felt so awesome it was unbelievable.
"Do you know that I love you more than my immortal life, Zane Borington?" she said, licking his bitten neck tenderly.
Zane nuzzled her hair, kissing a curl. "And I love you more than my own mortal life, Tanya Mai Salvatore," he murmured back.
"I can't believe I did that," she said in response. She sounded quite shocked but she didn't sound scared or helpless like she was before she had bitten him.
"Well it was wonderful. Didn't hurt a bit," he said truthfully. It was every bit as thrilling as he imagined. He never knew having a vampire girlfriend would be so experiencing.
Wrench looked up at him, placed a kiss on his lips, then said, "I am going to go thank Damon for helping me. He deserves some credit for this, you know," she said against his lips, then dipped her head again to gently kiss his bitten neck.
"Alright. Will you be back?" he asked hopefully, watching Wrench hooking her bra back in place. Zane grabbed her T-shirt and pulled it over her head for her. She flushed a bright red and looked at him.
"I don't know. I might, but what would Dan say if he found us together? He might get a bad impression," she warned, eyeing his bed and the blood spot where his blood had escaped while she had fed on him.
"It's none of his business anyway." Zane shrugged. "Just go talk to Damon and we can talk later, okay?" He hugged her warmly, embracing her warmth one last time before she stood up and unhitched the window latch. She slung Damon's old leather jacket across her shoulders.
"Okay, but be good. I won't be gone long." And after Wrench blew a kiss to Zane, she leapt out the window and ran through the bustling wind outisde.
