CHAPTER 3: Only The Best
I will not soon forget the surprised look on Shawn's face when I produced a pair of leather pants and a white silk shirt for him to wear. "Put these on," I said laying them out on the bed, " Your clothes are bloodstained and dirty. You cannot go out like that. These new clothes should fit perfectly."
"Uh . . . how did you know what size I wear?" Shawn asked running a hand through his hair nervously.
I smiled. He was so cute. "You are a wrestler, my love, the announcer gives your height and weight every time you wrestle. Besides," I continued with a sheepish grin, "Once I decided that I was going to take you, I . . . uh . . . took a stroll through your closets to see what size you wear."
Shawn frowned, "You went through my closets."
I nodded, "I apologize for the intrusion into your privacy but I wanted to be able to provide you with a few necessities until we could retrieve your possessions." I waited nervously. I was amazed at how afraid I was that he would be angry with me.
Shawn shook his head before walking back over to the bed and picking up the silk shirt. "This must have cost a fortune," he said rubbing his thumbs over the material.
"I wanted only the best for you," I replied sincerely, "I am very wealthy and can afford such things."
Shawn sat down on the bed putting his head in his hands. After a long moment he lifted his head enough to look at me. "I don't know what to think. Everything is happening so fast and now . . . now you want me to . . . hunt? I'm supposed to go and drink someone's blood. How am I supposed to live with the fact that I have to kill to live?"
My heart ached at the pain reflecting in his blue eyes. In a moment I was kneeling in front of him and took both of his hands in mine. "But you don't have to kill, Shawn. Not if you don't want to." I waited until his eyes had focused on mine, "I will teach you. It is possible for a vampire to take only a little from his victims." Releasing one hand I grabbed his chin gently, "But if you do decide to kill never kill the innocent. Just like the vampires of Anne Rice, if we wish to keep our sanity through the centuries we must kill only the Evildoer. If you take the lives of the innocent your own conscience will turn against you and you will go mad."
Shawn shuddered and pulled my hand away from his chin and squeezed it tightly, "But how will I know?"
"I will show you. You have powers now that you never dreamed of. I will teach you to use them. Trust in me, my heartbreaker, I will teach you to be strong."
Shawn nodded slowly and stood taking the silk shirt in his hands. He took off his filthy HBK t-shirt. He paused and looked over at me blushing.
I laughed. Sometimes I forget about the mortal notion of modesty. I have been alone so long that modesty means little to me. "I'm sorry," I told me still laughing, "I forget. It has been so long. There are several pairs of boots in the closet. I will be waiting in the hall when you're ready."
Shawn laughed now too, "Thanks. I'll be right out."
I left him to himself closing the door behind me. Several minutes later the door opened and I nearly gasped at the vision standing before me. I was right. The clothes fit perfectly. My fledgling had chosen knee length black leather boots adding two inches to his height. The leather pants hugged his legs and accentuated the curve of his ass. The silk top emphasized the broadness of his shoulders and as he had only buttoned it half way his muscular chest was exposed providing the most sinful temptation.
"Sh-shall we go?" I asked trying to curb my rising lust.
Shawn raised an eyebrow, "I think that maybe you should change first. Your clothes are kinda dirty too."
I looked down at myself and it was my turn to blush. Indeed I could not leave the house looking like this. "You're right. Excuse me I will be but a few moments." I disappeared back into the bedroom and when I emerged I couldn't help but notice that now he was the one staring. I had chosen a baby-blue shirt with a plunging neckline. The bell sleeves hung loosely down my arms and the shirt left much of my midriff bare. I wore a black leather mini skirt and finally knee-length black leather boots with four- inch heels.
"You look beautiful," Shawn said running his appreciative eyes over me.
"Thank you," I replied feeling almost shy under his appraisal. "Well, if you're ready we should go."
Shawn nodded and I led him through the hallways and out into the adjoining building where I kept my cars. I thought a moment and decided on the cobra.
"Whoa," Shawn whistled, "You have a lot of cars, lady."
I grinned, "Like I said, I am wealthy. Besides, I am harder to track if I drive a different car all the time."
Shawn regarded me quizzically and I shrugged, "A vampire can never be too careful, Shawn."
Shawn nodded though I knew he did not understand. We climbed into the car and I started it maneuvering it out of the garage and into the night.
I will not soon forget the surprised look on Shawn's face when I produced a pair of leather pants and a white silk shirt for him to wear. "Put these on," I said laying them out on the bed, " Your clothes are bloodstained and dirty. You cannot go out like that. These new clothes should fit perfectly."
"Uh . . . how did you know what size I wear?" Shawn asked running a hand through his hair nervously.
I smiled. He was so cute. "You are a wrestler, my love, the announcer gives your height and weight every time you wrestle. Besides," I continued with a sheepish grin, "Once I decided that I was going to take you, I . . . uh . . . took a stroll through your closets to see what size you wear."
Shawn frowned, "You went through my closets."
I nodded, "I apologize for the intrusion into your privacy but I wanted to be able to provide you with a few necessities until we could retrieve your possessions." I waited nervously. I was amazed at how afraid I was that he would be angry with me.
Shawn shook his head before walking back over to the bed and picking up the silk shirt. "This must have cost a fortune," he said rubbing his thumbs over the material.
"I wanted only the best for you," I replied sincerely, "I am very wealthy and can afford such things."
Shawn sat down on the bed putting his head in his hands. After a long moment he lifted his head enough to look at me. "I don't know what to think. Everything is happening so fast and now . . . now you want me to . . . hunt? I'm supposed to go and drink someone's blood. How am I supposed to live with the fact that I have to kill to live?"
My heart ached at the pain reflecting in his blue eyes. In a moment I was kneeling in front of him and took both of his hands in mine. "But you don't have to kill, Shawn. Not if you don't want to." I waited until his eyes had focused on mine, "I will teach you. It is possible for a vampire to take only a little from his victims." Releasing one hand I grabbed his chin gently, "But if you do decide to kill never kill the innocent. Just like the vampires of Anne Rice, if we wish to keep our sanity through the centuries we must kill only the Evildoer. If you take the lives of the innocent your own conscience will turn against you and you will go mad."
Shawn shuddered and pulled my hand away from his chin and squeezed it tightly, "But how will I know?"
"I will show you. You have powers now that you never dreamed of. I will teach you to use them. Trust in me, my heartbreaker, I will teach you to be strong."
Shawn nodded slowly and stood taking the silk shirt in his hands. He took off his filthy HBK t-shirt. He paused and looked over at me blushing.
I laughed. Sometimes I forget about the mortal notion of modesty. I have been alone so long that modesty means little to me. "I'm sorry," I told me still laughing, "I forget. It has been so long. There are several pairs of boots in the closet. I will be waiting in the hall when you're ready."
Shawn laughed now too, "Thanks. I'll be right out."
I left him to himself closing the door behind me. Several minutes later the door opened and I nearly gasped at the vision standing before me. I was right. The clothes fit perfectly. My fledgling had chosen knee length black leather boots adding two inches to his height. The leather pants hugged his legs and accentuated the curve of his ass. The silk top emphasized the broadness of his shoulders and as he had only buttoned it half way his muscular chest was exposed providing the most sinful temptation.
"Sh-shall we go?" I asked trying to curb my rising lust.
Shawn raised an eyebrow, "I think that maybe you should change first. Your clothes are kinda dirty too."
I looked down at myself and it was my turn to blush. Indeed I could not leave the house looking like this. "You're right. Excuse me I will be but a few moments." I disappeared back into the bedroom and when I emerged I couldn't help but notice that now he was the one staring. I had chosen a baby-blue shirt with a plunging neckline. The bell sleeves hung loosely down my arms and the shirt left much of my midriff bare. I wore a black leather mini skirt and finally knee-length black leather boots with four- inch heels.
"You look beautiful," Shawn said running his appreciative eyes over me.
"Thank you," I replied feeling almost shy under his appraisal. "Well, if you're ready we should go."
Shawn nodded and I led him through the hallways and out into the adjoining building where I kept my cars. I thought a moment and decided on the cobra.
"Whoa," Shawn whistled, "You have a lot of cars, lady."
I grinned, "Like I said, I am wealthy. Besides, I am harder to track if I drive a different car all the time."
Shawn regarded me quizzically and I shrugged, "A vampire can never be too careful, Shawn."
Shawn nodded though I knew he did not understand. We climbed into the car and I started it maneuvering it out of the garage and into the night.