A/n: My favorite chapter, folks! Heh heh… time for the feed!! ^.^ All right, if I must, I must. On with the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Hunter D or any of the related characters from the movie. I do, however, own Naiona, Agélus and any other characters not related to the original Vampire Hunter D movie "Bloodlust".
Thanks: to all reviewers. Thank you so much for helping this story move along. I assure you that it will be great!
Chapter IV- The Feast
D knelt in the stone cave he found to keep harsh sunlight's rays off Naiona's pale skin. She stood as he knelt, looking around at her surroundings. Her eyes stopped on D's neck, which he had unknowingly exposed.
Hunger pulsed through her, tempting her to suck him dry. She could do it, she noticed, for it seemed he was oblivious to her.
D felt her presence come closer to him, emotion going out of control. Was she really so hungry that she couldn't wait for him to kill an animal first?
She moved towards him in a trace-like stance, her wild eyes trained on his most vulnerable area. Not even knowing what she was doing, she knelt behind him, not aware of anything but the driven thirst for fresh blood.
Her left hand cradled the left side of his neck. D almost didn't realize what was happening to himself. He pulled her tender wrist up to his lips.
"Naiona," he whispered, letting his fangs delve into her wrist slowly, savoring the sweet yet metallic flavor of her blood.
He drank quickly, she noticed, and made her weaker still. Naiona's mouth kissed his neck slightly before she tasted his blood.
Cinnamon, she thought as her fangs began to pull from her canines. He tastes like cinnamon and apples…
She forgot everything as her fangs buried deep into his flesh. He let go, but only for a moment, to realize what it was like to be bitten.
Have I never been kissed by a vampire before? he asked himself, Naiona's curled hands in his. Had he never drank? he asked again, thinking back to his past. He had from animals, but nothing—absolutely nothing—as sweet and soothing as this girl.
He didn't drink anymore, since he felt a pang of guilt for not letting go sooner. Younger vampires drink much slower than elders do, he reminded himself.
Naiona continued to drink, unaware of how much she was taking. She knew only of how good it tasted and how long it had been…
D felt his energy begin to diminish. He didn't want to move her, for fear of taking her away so soon, yet he knew that she would have to be woken out of her trance soon if he wanted any energy for traveling that night.
A cold shiver went through Naiona's body. She was being awoken, but by who? It wasn't D…she didn't think. A hard clamp of pain etched into her shoulder and she screamed, letting go of D's neck. Then she saw darkness and fell into a peaceful sleep.
D took away his hand from her shoulder and smirked at the woman who lay in his arms. She would be fine in a few hours, he reassured himself.
"Thank you," he said to the quiet darkness.
"Always to be of service, D."
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A/n: I know, it's short. I'm working on the next one, okay? Please review!