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the others who follow up on Aubrea and her life as she tells all. Now
without further ado, another chapter!
When we got back I went into my room. Drirletlan naturally followed and Moonbay went into his own room. I was tired, it was almost sunrise. I went into the bathroom and got changed. When I got out Drirletlan had pushed the beds together and made one enormous bed and was stretched out, taking up most of the space.
I sat on the edge, "Move it."
"Make me," he replied, sounding like a child.
"Fine," I picked up the cover on his bed, wrapped him in it and threw him on the floor with a thud. Moonbay apparently heard us because the next thing I knew there was a knock on the door.
"You two killing each other or what," he yelled through the door.
I went over and opened the door, inviting him in. When he came in and saw Drirletlan on the floor he was in tears, laughing his head off.
"Why you little," Drirletlan lunged at Moonbay.
"Hey, what was I just trying to teach you two!" I yelled, but was apparently not heard for they were still at each other's necks.
"I could kill you," Drirletlan growled.
"Just try!" yelled Moonbay.
They were tumbling. First Drirletlan was on top but Moonbay managed to click him over his head and then kick his side. On the rebound, Drirletlan leaped up and grabbed Moonbay's arms, twisting them painfully behind his back. Moonbay did a backwards head-butt and quickly turned, kneeing Drirletlan in the groin and then punching him across the face, causing him to go flying into the wall. Then Moonbay went and jumped across the room, landing on Drirletlan's back. He then returned the favor and pinned Drirletlan's arms behind HIS back. He broke Drirletlan's arms with a painful crack then said, "Niemostana" and bashed Drirletlan's head into the floor, repeatedly. I could hear the sickening crack of his skull and finally had the guts to pull Moonbay off. I saw his eyes were glowing a fierce red, then yellow, and finally normal. He had lost control of the beast within.
"What was the spell you cast?" I demanded.
"It keeps him from healing like a vampire. He'll survive and heal, but he'll heal like a normal human," Moonbay said this in such a monotone that it sent shivers down my spine. His voice showed nothing, no pain, no fear, no doubt, not even victory, which was so natural when he won a fight.
He turned to leave as I made a move to help Drirletlan. I knelt at his side and carefully turned his head. The poor thing was still conscience. His eyes were open, his senses were still working almost perfectly, but his eyes had clouded over from his head injury. He felt my touch though, he knew I was there, he could smell that the threat had left the room, his tense body relaxed.
I whispered as reassuringly as possible, "You're alright, you'll be okay, I'm here now and he's not, relax, be still."
He was not as relaxed as he could be. I needed him as loose as I could get him so as to not injure him further when I moved him to the bed. "I'll be right back," I whispered and then pecked him on his forehead.
I had just remembered the blanket on the floor and I was extremely grateful that Drirletlan had been an idiot and pushed the beds together. I pulled the blanket tight around him and he relaxed, it was literally a security blanket to him. I easily, yet slowly, picked him up and placed him on one side of the bed. I made a make shift railing out of some tall dressers on one side so he didn't fall, then lay down, on top of the covers, on the other side. I made sure that he was completely asleep before removing the now very bloody blanket from around him and treating his wounds.
Being a vampire meant that naturally I always knew where the bandages were. I cleaned the wounds, quite grateful he was not awake for that, and the dressed the wounds. I was also quite grateful that the wounds were only minor, some gashes on the chest from being thrown into the wall. His bones weren't so lucky. I popped them sickeningly into place and then wrapped them tight so they wouldn't move again. I was quite happy to have realized that he had stayed asleep through it all.
I put him back on the bed and then went into Moonbay's room.
Git still won't lock his door!
I went over to the empty bed and was finally noticed.
"How bad is he?" Moonbay asked, now completely concerned.
"Pretty bad, but he has been asleep for a while, a sign that he's recovering." I gestured to the blanket on the spare bed, "Mind if I take it?" The quizzical look he gave me was priceless. I laughed, "Let's just say his is vampire bait now."
Understanding he laughed, "Sure."
"Thanks, oh, and tomorrow night, well tonight now, mind if you take over watching him for a while?" I asked, a very good thought popping into my head.
"Sure I will, why?" he asked, seeing my sly look.
"A healing boy has to eat," I responded innocently. With that I said my good byes and headed back to my room.
When I arrived Drirletlan had finally woken up and was trying to lift his head to see me. I ran over, "Lay down, you took quite a beating and that spell isn't helping any."
He was obedient, not because he wanted to be, but his injuries would not allow otherwise. "Thanks, he whispered, he made it more and more apparent that it was hard to breathe and talk.
"It's nothing," I waved the tasks off with a flick of my hand, "and your welcome," I said kissing him very lightly on the forehead, not knowing the full extent of the head blow. He winced, "Sorry," I replied quickly, when he smiled I kissed him on the cheek, "I knew you'd understand."
With that said I turned off the light and I covered him up. Staying on top of the covers myself, I fell asleep just slightly slower than him.
The next night a knock on the door woke me up. I got up and staggered to the door. When I opened it I was greeted by a grinning Moonbay. "Why are you so happy?" I groaned out (A/N don't you hate how you sound first thing in the morning?).
"Why are you so annoyed?"
"You woke me up!" I whined.
"Well, I just happen to know something you don't," he gleamed.
"What?" I was suddenly alert.
"Well, it just so happens downstairs there's a group of people that are literally here because they knew that there were vampires and want to be bitten."
"What?" I yelled, even more alert.
"Yeah, as long as you two don't kill them it's a free meal," he said, finally finishing.
I was finally realizing that we were being listened to.
"Sound good to you Drirletlan?" I asked, looking over my shoulder and smiling.
He just grinned in reply. I remembered then that it hurt for him to talk.
"Good, I'll go get them," and Moonbay was off.
I went over to the bed and sat down. I looked over at Drirletlan and invitingly smiled. He returned my invite with the best smile he could muster. His smile was more of a grimace. After a few seconds of holding his smile he winced and frowned.
"Hey! It's better than before, I'm sure," I say, trying, but failing, to sound positive.
"Yeah, I'm sure it is," he whispered, "And I'm also sure that there was a one thousand pound truck that took the form of a man last night and beat me up too. Face it Aubrea, this isn't going to get better anytime soon."
"Welcome to reality," I was a lot more grim sounding then I meant to be.
I quickly shot my head around. There were voices approaching. I saw the shadows long before I saw the people that they belonged to. The people looked good enough, but they weren't scared.
Fear. You can't describe what fear feels like because it's a mix of feelings. It causes you to act rashly sometimes, while other times it makes you turn and run. Fear even starts to get the adrenaline pumping sometimes and can cause un-bodily strength. Fear can do many things. Fear is what vampires need. Without fear, we are truly only killing for food. Fear is what adds sport to the killing. 'Who can scare the person worse?' 'Who can make their person run faster?' All these questions, all these games, that's when killing stops being for food and starts being for fun.
The people came in, knowing that we could kill them, but seeing that we would not be able to. They saw me and cringed, they saw Drirletlan and sighed. They knew that we were desperate, weak, in need of humans, proving little strength on our part.
"What ever you think this is for, it is not. Blood letting should not be taken lightly. Never stop yourself on the edge when you're strapped in tight, instead jump off the cliff, go over the edge," I had no idea that my voice could be so menacing, "Speak one word of what you see here tonight, and you know what I mean, to any other vampire, no matter what happens to you or where you go, and I will hunt you in both this life and the next!" I hissed the last word. I knew a reputation that I had built up could fall that very night. I knew that they must never speak of why we needed THEIR blood.
"Now, to the main event. Ladies and gentlemen, please sit, make yourselves comfortable. I advice any who are faint of heart leave now or for ever know that you will have seen what few live to say they saw. Know that you are watching something that few ever survive," they started to sweat at my words, "But also know that we will not kill you, but you are opening your bodies to whatever harm a bite may bring."
They sat, some gulping, some just sitting and staring, unsure of what they got themselves into, while others were excited and eager to have their blood drawn.
I turned to Drirletlan, "I'm not too hungry yet, you pick first."
He turned his head showing no sign of weakness, no falters in his movement. He spotted his choice, "Her," he pointed, voice suddenly clear, though I could tell he was straining, "Her, in the red shirt and blue pants."
I saw his choice and smirked. She was thin, but you could see her veins, blue and big, bulging, and very full. She was fearful. Her blood was moving fast. I zeroed in on her heart and I could almost feel her heart pounding. I put myself in her shoes. My palms start to sweat. I can taste the salt as my sweat trickles also down my forehead. I can feel my heart pounding against the cage that is my chest. I know how I must feel, I know that I shouldn't show fear to a vampire, but I can't stop myself. I feel weak. My legs could give right now as I stand. I know my breath has quickened, I can hear it. The only other sound is the earthshaking pounding of my heart, loud and piercing, circulating around inside my skull. The sound yearns to break free, it wants to break out of my skull. The sound knows it must be heard. It knows what I must do. Now I sit in front of the one to bite me. He is anxious, he shows this in his eyes. Only now can I see that he is truly injured to the core. Both his body and spirit have been broken. I must renew this, must do some good. I now feel the pain of my skin breaking. He has chosen my wrist. This is smart, for I know that this bite can not be fatal. I feel my self weakening. My past life is leaving me, replaced by strength. Yes, the strength is pouring into me. I must feel this strength. I NEED this strength. I fall out of consciesness, but I know that I will survive.
How hard it must be to be a bite victim. It must be terrible to have to pay for this feeling. But this is what vampires must do to survive, and we must not question a free meal, no matter who it is that asks us to bite.
The others watched. They listened. Every one of their senses was on the edge. They were leaning forward and anxious, but still cringed if we turned to them. I was readily inviting the end of Drirletlan's fun. I understood he needed to feed, but now he was just playing games. He licked his chops, sniffed his hands and licked off the remaining blood, very slowly. He was irritating me.
"Your turn," he spoke the anticipated words.
I had already chosen. There was a girl, no more than 18. She was scrawny, but you could tell that she had some muscle. She looked as though she worked on a farm or had a barn to tend to; she had well developed muscles for such a girl. Her strength, though, was still nothing in comparison to mine. She was wearing her hair tied back. There was something strange about her hair. While the rest of this girl seemed fair and vulnerable, uncared for, her hair was alive and thriving. It was a deep brown, almost black. She would move her head in the eerie lighting I had added to the room and her hair would reflect bits of light, shimmering like a fairytale princess' hair would.
I knew she felt my eyes on her. I could tell she was trying to ignore me, ignore my eyes that bore into her relentlessly. Finally she turned and looked into my eyes. She was mine.
"You," I finally speak, my eyes glint in the light and she tenses, "You are perfect."
"Aubrea, stop fooling around," Drirletlan moaned.
"Oh no, you had your fun. Now I get to have MY fun," I respond, turning my head to glare at him as I heard my voice rise on the last two words.
He didn't seem to have a comeback, so I proceeded. I led her over to the edge of the bed that Drirletlan didn't occupy. She sat as I did, as if an equal. She must have been a first timer for none other would dare do that.
"A word to the not so wise, if you did that with another vampire, they would kill you, whether you wanted or not," I hissed out.
"Oh God! No! Please, don't kill me," she was pleading for her life.
"Reminds me of the bar," I said to Drirletlan, who was staring at the girl with lust and hunger. "Tsk tsk, Drirletlan, you know she's mine, and as for you," I return my gaze to her, "You have nothing to worry about. You're a first timer am I right?"
She gulped and nodded.
"That is what is saving you, I never even had my chance to feel this more than once, I feel everyone should get a second chance at least." With that I swooped to her neck and bit hard, purposely missing the veins and arteries that are so closely packed in by biting more toward the collar bone, right around them.
The sensation only lasted for a few seconds for I knew this girl could not take much. I drank with lust though. I drank deep and slowly let the crimson goodness run slowly down the back of my throat. I could feel the hot stickiness and I could taste the saltiness of toil in her blood. It tasted so good.
I let go, afraid that if I didn't then I never would. She too would fall into unconsciousness, but was still quite aware of her surroundings when I was done.
"How did it feel?" I whispered to her, "Good?"
She nodded her head and stood up, then reoccupied the spot she had originally sat in. It was her time to rest. She slowly fell into a peaceful, strengthening, rest.
"Well, Drirletlan, another one or a rest?" I ask, I really couldn't care by now.
"Well, I don't really know. There are only six left. That would mean three for each and..."
"Congrats on learning math," I interrupt, annoyed, though I didn't know why, "Now yes or no?"
He gives me a glare. If looks could kill I would have died on the spot. "Well, are you all going to be staying a while or leaving?" he directs the crowd to answer.
They all look around, not seemingly too sure of themselves. Finally some guy stands up, "We were only going to stay two more nights, looking for opportunity, the last night was meant for rest."
"Well, how about you come back tomorrow and we can makes plans to finish you all in two more nights then," Drirletlan stated, I could tell that the talking and constant movement was taking a lot out of him.
"Oh thank you," the man replied and then ushered the others out.
I was happy that they had left, Drirletlan didn't look too good.
Drirletlan collapsed first thing that the door was closed. I ran to his side and sat down. He drowsily looked up, "So how'd I do?" he voice was hoarse.
"Fine," I responded, "Was the meal good?"
He nodded and then winced. I pulled the covers down and saw his bandages were blood soaked and getting ever more wet by the second. I had to do something. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I soaked it in the sink and ran back. I was thankful Moonbay had decided to stay and help. He had removed the bandages and applied pressure to the wound. When I got to the bed his took his hands away, they were crimson, sticky, and gore covered. I picked Drirletlan up and replaced him on the floor, the flatter the surface, the easier on both of us this was going to be.
I placed the towel over the wound, "Get me another wet towel, Moonbay, please? And would you add something to clean the wound out to that one?"
"Sure thing," he ran into the bathroom.
Someone rasped the door. Monnbay opened it but kept the chain in, it was that guy.
"What do you need," Moonbay asked gruffly.
"My friend left her wallet." Moonbay didn't need more, he turned, got the wallet, ran back, and shoved it into the guys hands. "Thanks."
"Whatever, now please leave." Moonbay knew the guy had to go, he did too, FAST!
I turned back to Drirletlan. He was now coming back into consciousness; I hadn't even noticed he had passed out.
"Aubrea, it hurts," he moaned.
"I know, here, this will hurt too but it will eventually stop the pain." I wiped the wound clean and then cleaned the wound further with some antiseptic stuff. He wasn't even wincing at the pain, just lying in a trance. When I finished I bandaged him back up.
"Thanks," he whispered as I returned him to the bed.
"Any time," I whispered back, "now rest, and don't worry, I'll be watching you."
He fell asleep and I turned to Moonbay. "I better go," he responded.
"If you insist."
"I'll be back tomorrow night," he was trying to be cheerful.
"Thanks, for everything," I know he understood.
"Any time," he quoted me and I laughed. He turned without another word and left.
I returned to the bed and turned out the lights. The night had been eventful and I was ready to go to sleep.
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When we got back I went into my room. Drirletlan naturally followed and Moonbay went into his own room. I was tired, it was almost sunrise. I went into the bathroom and got changed. When I got out Drirletlan had pushed the beds together and made one enormous bed and was stretched out, taking up most of the space.
I sat on the edge, "Move it."
"Make me," he replied, sounding like a child.
"Fine," I picked up the cover on his bed, wrapped him in it and threw him on the floor with a thud. Moonbay apparently heard us because the next thing I knew there was a knock on the door.
"You two killing each other or what," he yelled through the door.
I went over and opened the door, inviting him in. When he came in and saw Drirletlan on the floor he was in tears, laughing his head off.
"Why you little," Drirletlan lunged at Moonbay.
"Hey, what was I just trying to teach you two!" I yelled, but was apparently not heard for they were still at each other's necks.
"I could kill you," Drirletlan growled.
"Just try!" yelled Moonbay.
They were tumbling. First Drirletlan was on top but Moonbay managed to click him over his head and then kick his side. On the rebound, Drirletlan leaped up and grabbed Moonbay's arms, twisting them painfully behind his back. Moonbay did a backwards head-butt and quickly turned, kneeing Drirletlan in the groin and then punching him across the face, causing him to go flying into the wall. Then Moonbay went and jumped across the room, landing on Drirletlan's back. He then returned the favor and pinned Drirletlan's arms behind HIS back. He broke Drirletlan's arms with a painful crack then said, "Niemostana" and bashed Drirletlan's head into the floor, repeatedly. I could hear the sickening crack of his skull and finally had the guts to pull Moonbay off. I saw his eyes were glowing a fierce red, then yellow, and finally normal. He had lost control of the beast within.
"What was the spell you cast?" I demanded.
"It keeps him from healing like a vampire. He'll survive and heal, but he'll heal like a normal human," Moonbay said this in such a monotone that it sent shivers down my spine. His voice showed nothing, no pain, no fear, no doubt, not even victory, which was so natural when he won a fight.
He turned to leave as I made a move to help Drirletlan. I knelt at his side and carefully turned his head. The poor thing was still conscience. His eyes were open, his senses were still working almost perfectly, but his eyes had clouded over from his head injury. He felt my touch though, he knew I was there, he could smell that the threat had left the room, his tense body relaxed.
I whispered as reassuringly as possible, "You're alright, you'll be okay, I'm here now and he's not, relax, be still."
He was not as relaxed as he could be. I needed him as loose as I could get him so as to not injure him further when I moved him to the bed. "I'll be right back," I whispered and then pecked him on his forehead.
I had just remembered the blanket on the floor and I was extremely grateful that Drirletlan had been an idiot and pushed the beds together. I pulled the blanket tight around him and he relaxed, it was literally a security blanket to him. I easily, yet slowly, picked him up and placed him on one side of the bed. I made a make shift railing out of some tall dressers on one side so he didn't fall, then lay down, on top of the covers, on the other side. I made sure that he was completely asleep before removing the now very bloody blanket from around him and treating his wounds.
Being a vampire meant that naturally I always knew where the bandages were. I cleaned the wounds, quite grateful he was not awake for that, and the dressed the wounds. I was also quite grateful that the wounds were only minor, some gashes on the chest from being thrown into the wall. His bones weren't so lucky. I popped them sickeningly into place and then wrapped them tight so they wouldn't move again. I was quite happy to have realized that he had stayed asleep through it all.
I put him back on the bed and then went into Moonbay's room.
Git still won't lock his door!
I went over to the empty bed and was finally noticed.
"How bad is he?" Moonbay asked, now completely concerned.
"Pretty bad, but he has been asleep for a while, a sign that he's recovering." I gestured to the blanket on the spare bed, "Mind if I take it?" The quizzical look he gave me was priceless. I laughed, "Let's just say his is vampire bait now."
Understanding he laughed, "Sure."
"Thanks, oh, and tomorrow night, well tonight now, mind if you take over watching him for a while?" I asked, a very good thought popping into my head.
"Sure I will, why?" he asked, seeing my sly look.
"A healing boy has to eat," I responded innocently. With that I said my good byes and headed back to my room.
When I arrived Drirletlan had finally woken up and was trying to lift his head to see me. I ran over, "Lay down, you took quite a beating and that spell isn't helping any."
He was obedient, not because he wanted to be, but his injuries would not allow otherwise. "Thanks, he whispered, he made it more and more apparent that it was hard to breathe and talk.
"It's nothing," I waved the tasks off with a flick of my hand, "and your welcome," I said kissing him very lightly on the forehead, not knowing the full extent of the head blow. He winced, "Sorry," I replied quickly, when he smiled I kissed him on the cheek, "I knew you'd understand."
With that said I turned off the light and I covered him up. Staying on top of the covers myself, I fell asleep just slightly slower than him.
The next night a knock on the door woke me up. I got up and staggered to the door. When I opened it I was greeted by a grinning Moonbay. "Why are you so happy?" I groaned out (A/N don't you hate how you sound first thing in the morning?).
"Why are you so annoyed?"
"You woke me up!" I whined.
"Well, I just happen to know something you don't," he gleamed.
"What?" I was suddenly alert.
"Well, it just so happens downstairs there's a group of people that are literally here because they knew that there were vampires and want to be bitten."
"What?" I yelled, even more alert.
"Yeah, as long as you two don't kill them it's a free meal," he said, finally finishing.
I was finally realizing that we were being listened to.
"Sound good to you Drirletlan?" I asked, looking over my shoulder and smiling.
He just grinned in reply. I remembered then that it hurt for him to talk.
"Good, I'll go get them," and Moonbay was off.
I went over to the bed and sat down. I looked over at Drirletlan and invitingly smiled. He returned my invite with the best smile he could muster. His smile was more of a grimace. After a few seconds of holding his smile he winced and frowned.
"Hey! It's better than before, I'm sure," I say, trying, but failing, to sound positive.
"Yeah, I'm sure it is," he whispered, "And I'm also sure that there was a one thousand pound truck that took the form of a man last night and beat me up too. Face it Aubrea, this isn't going to get better anytime soon."
"Welcome to reality," I was a lot more grim sounding then I meant to be.
I quickly shot my head around. There were voices approaching. I saw the shadows long before I saw the people that they belonged to. The people looked good enough, but they weren't scared.
Fear. You can't describe what fear feels like because it's a mix of feelings. It causes you to act rashly sometimes, while other times it makes you turn and run. Fear even starts to get the adrenaline pumping sometimes and can cause un-bodily strength. Fear can do many things. Fear is what vampires need. Without fear, we are truly only killing for food. Fear is what adds sport to the killing. 'Who can scare the person worse?' 'Who can make their person run faster?' All these questions, all these games, that's when killing stops being for food and starts being for fun.
The people came in, knowing that we could kill them, but seeing that we would not be able to. They saw me and cringed, they saw Drirletlan and sighed. They knew that we were desperate, weak, in need of humans, proving little strength on our part.
"What ever you think this is for, it is not. Blood letting should not be taken lightly. Never stop yourself on the edge when you're strapped in tight, instead jump off the cliff, go over the edge," I had no idea that my voice could be so menacing, "Speak one word of what you see here tonight, and you know what I mean, to any other vampire, no matter what happens to you or where you go, and I will hunt you in both this life and the next!" I hissed the last word. I knew a reputation that I had built up could fall that very night. I knew that they must never speak of why we needed THEIR blood.
"Now, to the main event. Ladies and gentlemen, please sit, make yourselves comfortable. I advice any who are faint of heart leave now or for ever know that you will have seen what few live to say they saw. Know that you are watching something that few ever survive," they started to sweat at my words, "But also know that we will not kill you, but you are opening your bodies to whatever harm a bite may bring."
They sat, some gulping, some just sitting and staring, unsure of what they got themselves into, while others were excited and eager to have their blood drawn.
I turned to Drirletlan, "I'm not too hungry yet, you pick first."
He turned his head showing no sign of weakness, no falters in his movement. He spotted his choice, "Her," he pointed, voice suddenly clear, though I could tell he was straining, "Her, in the red shirt and blue pants."
I saw his choice and smirked. She was thin, but you could see her veins, blue and big, bulging, and very full. She was fearful. Her blood was moving fast. I zeroed in on her heart and I could almost feel her heart pounding. I put myself in her shoes. My palms start to sweat. I can taste the salt as my sweat trickles also down my forehead. I can feel my heart pounding against the cage that is my chest. I know how I must feel, I know that I shouldn't show fear to a vampire, but I can't stop myself. I feel weak. My legs could give right now as I stand. I know my breath has quickened, I can hear it. The only other sound is the earthshaking pounding of my heart, loud and piercing, circulating around inside my skull. The sound yearns to break free, it wants to break out of my skull. The sound knows it must be heard. It knows what I must do. Now I sit in front of the one to bite me. He is anxious, he shows this in his eyes. Only now can I see that he is truly injured to the core. Both his body and spirit have been broken. I must renew this, must do some good. I now feel the pain of my skin breaking. He has chosen my wrist. This is smart, for I know that this bite can not be fatal. I feel my self weakening. My past life is leaving me, replaced by strength. Yes, the strength is pouring into me. I must feel this strength. I NEED this strength. I fall out of consciesness, but I know that I will survive.
How hard it must be to be a bite victim. It must be terrible to have to pay for this feeling. But this is what vampires must do to survive, and we must not question a free meal, no matter who it is that asks us to bite.
The others watched. They listened. Every one of their senses was on the edge. They were leaning forward and anxious, but still cringed if we turned to them. I was readily inviting the end of Drirletlan's fun. I understood he needed to feed, but now he was just playing games. He licked his chops, sniffed his hands and licked off the remaining blood, very slowly. He was irritating me.
"Your turn," he spoke the anticipated words.
I had already chosen. There was a girl, no more than 18. She was scrawny, but you could tell that she had some muscle. She looked as though she worked on a farm or had a barn to tend to; she had well developed muscles for such a girl. Her strength, though, was still nothing in comparison to mine. She was wearing her hair tied back. There was something strange about her hair. While the rest of this girl seemed fair and vulnerable, uncared for, her hair was alive and thriving. It was a deep brown, almost black. She would move her head in the eerie lighting I had added to the room and her hair would reflect bits of light, shimmering like a fairytale princess' hair would.
I knew she felt my eyes on her. I could tell she was trying to ignore me, ignore my eyes that bore into her relentlessly. Finally she turned and looked into my eyes. She was mine.
"You," I finally speak, my eyes glint in the light and she tenses, "You are perfect."
"Aubrea, stop fooling around," Drirletlan moaned.
"Oh no, you had your fun. Now I get to have MY fun," I respond, turning my head to glare at him as I heard my voice rise on the last two words.
He didn't seem to have a comeback, so I proceeded. I led her over to the edge of the bed that Drirletlan didn't occupy. She sat as I did, as if an equal. She must have been a first timer for none other would dare do that.
"A word to the not so wise, if you did that with another vampire, they would kill you, whether you wanted or not," I hissed out.
"Oh God! No! Please, don't kill me," she was pleading for her life.
"Reminds me of the bar," I said to Drirletlan, who was staring at the girl with lust and hunger. "Tsk tsk, Drirletlan, you know she's mine, and as for you," I return my gaze to her, "You have nothing to worry about. You're a first timer am I right?"
She gulped and nodded.
"That is what is saving you, I never even had my chance to feel this more than once, I feel everyone should get a second chance at least." With that I swooped to her neck and bit hard, purposely missing the veins and arteries that are so closely packed in by biting more toward the collar bone, right around them.
The sensation only lasted for a few seconds for I knew this girl could not take much. I drank with lust though. I drank deep and slowly let the crimson goodness run slowly down the back of my throat. I could feel the hot stickiness and I could taste the saltiness of toil in her blood. It tasted so good.
I let go, afraid that if I didn't then I never would. She too would fall into unconsciousness, but was still quite aware of her surroundings when I was done.
"How did it feel?" I whispered to her, "Good?"
She nodded her head and stood up, then reoccupied the spot she had originally sat in. It was her time to rest. She slowly fell into a peaceful, strengthening, rest.
"Well, Drirletlan, another one or a rest?" I ask, I really couldn't care by now.
"Well, I don't really know. There are only six left. That would mean three for each and..."
"Congrats on learning math," I interrupt, annoyed, though I didn't know why, "Now yes or no?"
He gives me a glare. If looks could kill I would have died on the spot. "Well, are you all going to be staying a while or leaving?" he directs the crowd to answer.
They all look around, not seemingly too sure of themselves. Finally some guy stands up, "We were only going to stay two more nights, looking for opportunity, the last night was meant for rest."
"Well, how about you come back tomorrow and we can makes plans to finish you all in two more nights then," Drirletlan stated, I could tell that the talking and constant movement was taking a lot out of him.
"Oh thank you," the man replied and then ushered the others out.
I was happy that they had left, Drirletlan didn't look too good.
Drirletlan collapsed first thing that the door was closed. I ran to his side and sat down. He drowsily looked up, "So how'd I do?" he voice was hoarse.
"Fine," I responded, "Was the meal good?"
He nodded and then winced. I pulled the covers down and saw his bandages were blood soaked and getting ever more wet by the second. I had to do something. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I soaked it in the sink and ran back. I was thankful Moonbay had decided to stay and help. He had removed the bandages and applied pressure to the wound. When I got to the bed his took his hands away, they were crimson, sticky, and gore covered. I picked Drirletlan up and replaced him on the floor, the flatter the surface, the easier on both of us this was going to be.
I placed the towel over the wound, "Get me another wet towel, Moonbay, please? And would you add something to clean the wound out to that one?"
"Sure thing," he ran into the bathroom.
Someone rasped the door. Monnbay opened it but kept the chain in, it was that guy.
"What do you need," Moonbay asked gruffly.
"My friend left her wallet." Moonbay didn't need more, he turned, got the wallet, ran back, and shoved it into the guys hands. "Thanks."
"Whatever, now please leave." Moonbay knew the guy had to go, he did too, FAST!
I turned back to Drirletlan. He was now coming back into consciousness; I hadn't even noticed he had passed out.
"Aubrea, it hurts," he moaned.
"I know, here, this will hurt too but it will eventually stop the pain." I wiped the wound clean and then cleaned the wound further with some antiseptic stuff. He wasn't even wincing at the pain, just lying in a trance. When I finished I bandaged him back up.
"Thanks," he whispered as I returned him to the bed.
"Any time," I whispered back, "now rest, and don't worry, I'll be watching you."
He fell asleep and I turned to Moonbay. "I better go," he responded.
"If you insist."
"I'll be back tomorrow night," he was trying to be cheerful.
"Thanks, for everything," I know he understood.
"Any time," he quoted me and I laughed. He turned without another word and left.
I returned to the bed and turned out the lights. The night had been eventful and I was ready to go to sleep.
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