A/N- Hmmmmm... you might just like this chapter... you just might...
"So… are you going to put up another fight, or are you going to be an easy meal?"
"I'll be neither, thanks." I shoot back. "Now, just step aside and-"
But I am blasted back by some force, hitting the wall behind me and cracking it. I look up with bleary eyes to see him looking over me.
He tuts. "Bryan, Bryan, Bryan… do you think I'll just let you get into that blood bank?" He smirks. "I like blood that's been shaken up with fear… and yours is the nearest."
He lunges down to grab me, but I roll away. His sharp nails catch me upon my shoulder, going in deep and cutting a few strands of muscle. But I don't cry out. I will not give him the pleasure to hear my voice.
He uses the same force to blast me back but this time, I'm pinned against the wall, unable to move even a finger. He swaggers up to me, the demented expression upon his face. He leans forward and I feel his breath tickle the exposed skin and flesh of my shoulder. I shudder in disgust and discomfort as his tongue rolls around the wound, collecting the blood, before dipping inside. He fangs graze my skin, making the laceration even bigger; making my discomfort multiply.
He stops and smirks at me, fangs glinting in the moonlight with a ruby glimmer. His grey eyes- the hideous stone colour which I do so despise- are wide with the anticipation of another meal and, without hesitation, he dives down, gorging on my pale neck. His teeth stab into my skin and I feel what little life blood I have drain from me, and into his awaiting mouth. My own mouth is open in a silent and continuous scream, eyes wide in pain. My body, in total shock, cannot move even an inch; more déjà vu…
And just as I think that Ehoin is really going to kill me, he stops, dumping me on the ground. My unseeing eyes are blank; my unhearing ears deaf; and my unmoving body immobile with shock…
"Boy… you're going to do what I had for that redhead just over three years ago…" He grabs me by my wounded shoulder and pulls me up; I stare blankly at him, my mind not fully comprehending what the elder vampire was saying. "Tonight, another will join the undead… and tonight; you will experience the joys of innocent and unsuspecting prey… tonight, you will have your first prey…"
"B-Bry…" I feel that words cannot exit his mouth, but I have no desire to help him.
I lie here, on the floor of my bedroom, my body struggling with all its energy to continue functioning properly. My vampire instincts, I can tell, are slowly taking over as he, little by little, moves over to me, the sound of his heartbeat and pulse increasing.
"Bryan!" I hear and feel him rush over and kneel beside me, rolling me over; I stare up at him with partially sighted, stone grey eyes. "Bryan, say something!"
"L…eave…" I wheeze. "Now…"
"What?"
"I… need blood… will not... hurt… you…"
"Bryan… what happened?" He catches sight of my open shoulder. "You-"
I grab his outstretched wrist, eyes wide as I try to hold onto the last straws of sanity. "Tala, go!"
He doesn't listen, only pull out his mobile, dialling the first number on his speed dial. I somehow know he's phoning Kai to ask what to do.
"Kai! It's Bryan! He's- shut up!- he's somehow been attacked and he's lost a lot of blood… I think… I think it was another vamp-"
The mobile smashes to tiny pieces within my grasp. I have lost all connections to sanity; all I care about is blood… Tala's blood…
His icy blue eyes are wide with fear, and stuttered protests escape his mouth; but I do not care.
I lunge, pinning him to the floor, my powerful body looming over his lithe frame. My incisors grow quickly with the promise of blood in the air; they grow to just past my chin, glinting silver in the dim light.
Tala whimpers below me, eyes squeezed shut; but to me, in this state, he is just prey… food…
My mouth hovers over his delicious-looking, pale neck. I feel fresh blood pumping through it at a fast rate, exciting me even further to the point that I feel even insanity slipping from me; I feel like I'm falling from the cliffs of insanity and into the ocean of a lustful frenzy.
But something makes me stop and I leap off him, as if he were made of white hot metal. My eyes are wide with the reality of what I was about to do. I back away, watching as he sits up shakily and staring at me with fearful orbs of burning ice.
"T-Tal…a…" I fall to my knees beforedescending to all fours, sobbing for the first time in my life. Hot tears fall from my still wide eyes, but I, for some reason, don't fully realise that I'm showing weakness; showing extensive emotions. "I-I'm s-sorry…"
There is no sound in the room; only my sobbing. My black carpet slowly gains water patches where my tears fall, but can you blame me for not caring?
I will understand if Tala forces me away- Kai too- for I have carried out the ultimate sin…
But I flinch as two arms hesitantly wrap around me. I am pulled against a slim chest, my head falling against bare shoulders, so that my mouth hovers over the very same neck I almost bit. I swallow thickly, but Tala's soothing (although audibly shaken) voice breaks through.
"Bryan; do it. W-Without blood, you'll die and I can't bear to loose you! And I-I'm the nearest thing around… you have to…"
My hand moves up his bare chest, up the opposite side of his neck to what I see, and into his flaming red hair, massaging the silky locks. My eyes seem to flicker close and my lips and teeth move involuntarily towards his throat.
"You… sure?" I manage to gasp out.
He makes a short chuckle. "Dead sure."
Slowly, and as gently as this could possibly be done, I insert my front fangs into his neck. His hands tighten their grip, but for a reason I am surprised with. I feel his throat vibrate as a long moan rumbles forth… I never took him for a masochist…
His life-juice enters my mouth in a fast flow and I swallow it, savouring the sweet taste of the crimson liquid.
For how long this continues, I do not know, and I don't even know if it was a long period or short; but at one point in time, I withdrew my teeth suddenly, gasping for breath. My grip upon him and his upon me fails and he falls to the ground.
I shamefully admit that for a short moment (a few minutes or so) I do not care about his welfare. My mouth hangs open, blood dripping off the two, long incisors repeatedly and falling upon the carpet with a dull 'thud… thud…' sound. My eyes are shut as I try to remember, through the haze, how I felt during it… I did not lose control, but I felt a strange emotion that was utterly new to me… I have never experienced something like that before…
But soon after, I open my eyes slowly, turning to look at the redhead upon the floor. We stare at each other with half-lidded eyes and blank expressions. I crawl over to him, moving over his body always meeting his gaze. I slowly lean down to the two holes upon his neck. My tongue darts out lazily and takes a long lick over both punctures. Instantly they begin to heal, leaving only red marks in their place; soon they will turn to white scars, but never will they disappear.
Without thinking, I begin to make a trail of butterfly kisses over his neck, which he arches to allow me maximum access. His hands fist themselves in my lilac hair and one leg hooks over my hip, resting upon my lower back, trying to draw me even closer. The attempt works and I realise what he is yearning for…
I pull away, only to press my lips against his in a simple kiss… but it soon deepens, our mouths moving against each others. Tongues rub against one another when our lips part, making us lose ourselves in the passion of the intimate moment…
He has saved my life; I will grant any wish he desires…
His skin, as I thought, is as soft as silk. I slowly lull both him and me to a deep sleep as my fingers graze over his bare back.
His body does not feel heavy, even with his entire weight upon me as we lie on the couch in my dark room. His warm breath spreads over my bandaged, yet bare, chest, his hand laced with mine.
We had not gone that far; we were far too exhausted. Tala had lost much blood and my injuries made me ache, so we retired to sleep upon the velvet couch on which we lie upon now; after, of course, Tala had tended to my wounds… even with most of his blood gone, he still cares about others…
"Bryan?" He asks cautiously. "What… how did… what happened?"
I smile sadly, eyes closed. "That," I reply, "is not for you to worry about; nor to think about. What you have to worry about is yourself and getting better."
Tala's hand gives mine a squeeze.
"Now rest, Tala… I do not want you becoming ill after all you have done for me…"
I kiss the top of his hair, taking in his scent. He utters no sound after that and falls into a peaceful sleep, though I sleep in turmoil…
When Ehoin finds out that Tala is not a vampire, will he finish the job himself?
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