Part 16
Cathy had never been prepared for expecting to be kidnapped. That happened to rich girls, important people, beauty queens...not ordinary people like her.
Then he'd surprised her even more. She'd never expected him to be a vampire either. She should have guessed, of course, she thought dryly. Maybe she should have been a little more flattered that he was completely in love with her.
And his Night World did sound so much more fascinating than her every day one. Thoughts of nervousness about a date with Dallas Redfern flown completely from her mind.
Now she sat on the bed in the dingy motel room, waiting for him to come and change her. Cassanova was just sitting there, looking bewildered. He clearly hadn't expected her to *want* to be part of the Night World.
She was getting annoyed. "I don't see what the big deal is," she said, crossing her arms like an impatient child. "You brought me here for a reason, you told me everything now you're being a dick. Come *on*. Get on with it."
Cassanova blinked. "There's no turning back. Once you're a vampire you can't become human again if you don't like it."
Cathy thought about what she would be giving up. Going to high school. Her family. She kind of got the impression they didn't like her much anyway, her parents were at work all the time and hardly ever spoke to her, so she wasn't too broken up about that. It wasn't like she was wildly popular or anything. "If there's some rule about not loving humans, if there one about changing them?"
Cassanova smiled in that dry, humourless way of his. "Yeah, you need permission from the Council. And they would never accept mine. It's against the law."
"So if you made me, would other Night People know?"
Cassanova nodded. "Everyone at our school would know. Vampires are naturally beautiful so your appearance would change drastically. So yeah, they'd know. But we can hide." His tone changed, becoming calculating as he started to pace around the motel room. "You um, know - "
"I won't be leaving much," Cathy said with a nod. She'd be giving up Tori and Helen, but as a gorgeous Night Person she could make new friends. The easiest way to cope with this was put the old life behind and think of start9ing fresh with a new one.
"I still want you to do it," she said confidently.
Cassanova nodded and sat on the bed side her, Cathy watched him, telling herself to stay calm as his fangs extended again. She gasped as they sank into the soft flesh of her throat. *Wow,* she thought faintly. The feeling she got as the blood was drawn out was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She could never even begin to describe it if she tried for a million years. The dingy motel room faded away. She was lost in a golden haze where nothing could hurt her ever again.
She sighed, unconsciously reaching for Cassanova, one hand stroking his soft blond hair. She moaned with disappointment when he moved away, all too quickly for her liking. She felt languid, still as if she was on a level above reality. She'd always thought having a vampire feed on you would hurt like hell.
"It only hurts if you resist, if you fight me," Cassanova's voice was soft. "But we're not done yet. We need to do this at least three times. Then you'll sort of - well - die - and some time later, two or three days, I'll call to you and you'll wake up new."
Cathy was feeling too good to even think about the possibility of dying. She would be immortal, and live forever. Dying was absolutely the last thing on her mind. "Okay, do I...um...need something from you?"
Cassanova nodded. With a sharp fingernail he cut along the inside of his wrist. Cathy didn't feel the slightest bit of shock or even wince as she watched the red blood welling up in the cut as he pressed it to her mouth. The warm liquid flowered into her. It was the best thing she'd ever tasted, better than chocolate. She felt better than ever, full of energy and a power older than man. Was this was what it was like when vampires fed from humans?
"How long will this take?" Cathy asked when he'd finished.
"Two days maybe." He had moved away from her and was staring at the dull curtains. Cathy had the feeling that Tyche wouldn't be too pleased about letting him go. She must have some kind of plan in mind.
"You're thinking about Tyche."
"She's not going to take this sitting down. Everyone's already convinced I'm nuts because I've been acting so weird lately. I know they're up to something,
"But you don't know what." Cathy wondered why she wasn't panicking. Her head must still be in the clouds, feeling the effects of the new blood inside her. "Let's worry about it tomorrow." A sly smile crossed her face as an idea sparked. She remembered there was something else she had always wanted to do. Helen talked about it all the time. "Come here."
Cassanova turned, frowning as he looked at her. But he came anyway, into her open arms, like he was being pulled by a magnet. She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him deeply. Then he got it. "Oh. Are you sure?"
Cathy nodded. She wasn't going to give up her human life as a virgin. "Yes."
"Okay."
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Cathy had never been prepared for expecting to be kidnapped. That happened to rich girls, important people, beauty queens...not ordinary people like her.
Then he'd surprised her even more. She'd never expected him to be a vampire either. She should have guessed, of course, she thought dryly. Maybe she should have been a little more flattered that he was completely in love with her.
And his Night World did sound so much more fascinating than her every day one. Thoughts of nervousness about a date with Dallas Redfern flown completely from her mind.
Now she sat on the bed in the dingy motel room, waiting for him to come and change her. Cassanova was just sitting there, looking bewildered. He clearly hadn't expected her to *want* to be part of the Night World.
She was getting annoyed. "I don't see what the big deal is," she said, crossing her arms like an impatient child. "You brought me here for a reason, you told me everything now you're being a dick. Come *on*. Get on with it."
Cassanova blinked. "There's no turning back. Once you're a vampire you can't become human again if you don't like it."
Cathy thought about what she would be giving up. Going to high school. Her family. She kind of got the impression they didn't like her much anyway, her parents were at work all the time and hardly ever spoke to her, so she wasn't too broken up about that. It wasn't like she was wildly popular or anything. "If there's some rule about not loving humans, if there one about changing them?"
Cassanova smiled in that dry, humourless way of his. "Yeah, you need permission from the Council. And they would never accept mine. It's against the law."
"So if you made me, would other Night People know?"
Cassanova nodded. "Everyone at our school would know. Vampires are naturally beautiful so your appearance would change drastically. So yeah, they'd know. But we can hide." His tone changed, becoming calculating as he started to pace around the motel room. "You um, know - "
"I won't be leaving much," Cathy said with a nod. She'd be giving up Tori and Helen, but as a gorgeous Night Person she could make new friends. The easiest way to cope with this was put the old life behind and think of start9ing fresh with a new one.
"I still want you to do it," she said confidently.
Cassanova nodded and sat on the bed side her, Cathy watched him, telling herself to stay calm as his fangs extended again. She gasped as they sank into the soft flesh of her throat. *Wow,* she thought faintly. The feeling she got as the blood was drawn out was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She could never even begin to describe it if she tried for a million years. The dingy motel room faded away. She was lost in a golden haze where nothing could hurt her ever again.
She sighed, unconsciously reaching for Cassanova, one hand stroking his soft blond hair. She moaned with disappointment when he moved away, all too quickly for her liking. She felt languid, still as if she was on a level above reality. She'd always thought having a vampire feed on you would hurt like hell.
"It only hurts if you resist, if you fight me," Cassanova's voice was soft. "But we're not done yet. We need to do this at least three times. Then you'll sort of - well - die - and some time later, two or three days, I'll call to you and you'll wake up new."
Cathy was feeling too good to even think about the possibility of dying. She would be immortal, and live forever. Dying was absolutely the last thing on her mind. "Okay, do I...um...need something from you?"
Cassanova nodded. With a sharp fingernail he cut along the inside of his wrist. Cathy didn't feel the slightest bit of shock or even wince as she watched the red blood welling up in the cut as he pressed it to her mouth. The warm liquid flowered into her. It was the best thing she'd ever tasted, better than chocolate. She felt better than ever, full of energy and a power older than man. Was this was what it was like when vampires fed from humans?
"How long will this take?" Cathy asked when he'd finished.
"Two days maybe." He had moved away from her and was staring at the dull curtains. Cathy had the feeling that Tyche wouldn't be too pleased about letting him go. She must have some kind of plan in mind.
"You're thinking about Tyche."
"She's not going to take this sitting down. Everyone's already convinced I'm nuts because I've been acting so weird lately. I know they're up to something,
"But you don't know what." Cathy wondered why she wasn't panicking. Her head must still be in the clouds, feeling the effects of the new blood inside her. "Let's worry about it tomorrow." A sly smile crossed her face as an idea sparked. She remembered there was something else she had always wanted to do. Helen talked about it all the time. "Come here."
Cassanova turned, frowning as he looked at her. But he came anyway, into her open arms, like he was being pulled by a magnet. She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him deeply. Then he got it. "Oh. Are you sure?"
Cathy nodded. She wasn't going to give up her human life as a virgin. "Yes."
"Okay."
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