Blood for Blood

Hatred began to burn through my entire body; it mixed with my blood and blurred my vision. What Ian had just done was unforgivable and he deserved to die for it.

"Murderer!" I hissed, glaring at him with more disgust than I have ever felt in my life.

His expression was passive, "I just did you a favor." He argued.

"A favor!" I yelled, "Ian if you want to do me a favor then fire a bullet into my brain!" Another sob began to rack my body and I buried my face into Davion's collar, holding him tightly against me. "save me the trouble." I added in a whisper.

"Don't you dare." Intervened a weak familiar voice. My head shot up when I heard it. And relief fell over me like a wave when I saw Davion's eyes were open. "Davion! You're still alive!" I cried happily.

Ian scowled in defeat, "Why the hell won't you die!" he growled.

Davion's body was quivering as if he were freezing. One of his hands was feeling for the stake. "T-take it out." He rasped. I nodded and took hold of the stake. Just as before I tugged the stake free of his body. He yelled out in pain as I did so.

I took a good look at the stake and my brain felt a shock jolt through it when I realized why it had hurt him so badly. It was made of pure silver.

Again I glared with burning hatred at Ian, "Silver stakes?" I asked accusingly. A smirk appeared on his suddenly ugly face, "Not even a True Vamp can survive those babies."

"You son of a bitch!" I screamed. I wanted to beat him to death with my bare hands, to tear him apart like Davion had done that wolf, but my grip would not loosen it's hold on Davion. I couldn't let him go.

I was about to throw more curse words at him, when Davion began to twitch. The silver was beginning to take effect. "No no no! Don't leave me Davion!" I yelled, watching in horror as his eyes started to roll around in his head.

Suddenly something my father had said a while back popped into my head.

"O- blood type is very rare. The bloodsuckers crave it like a drug. It supposedly increases their power. Yet another reason why I don't want you to have anything to do with that vampire friend of yours."

"Blood. He needs blood." I thought out loud to myself. "Don't even think about it Dawn!" protested Ian. I shot him a look of warning, "You stay out of this you traitor!"

I then turned my attention fully to Davion who was now only moments from death. I pressed my wrist to his mouth, "here drink. Take my blood." I cooed. He turned his head away in rejection, "No, no not your blood." He moaned in agony. "Please! I owe you Davion! It's time for me to repay my debt, blood for blood." I urged him, pressing my wrist to his face again.

He took hold my arm, reluctantly bringing my bare wrist to his lips. "Ian, at some point…you're going to have to stop me." With that warning he sank his fangs into my flesh and began to drain me.

Surging warmth swept through me beginning at my wrist and working its way throughout my body. It felt so good! My toes curled and my back arched in pleasure. A small moaning escaped my lips as he continued to drink my blood. He held my wrist forcibly to his lips, even as I writhed in ecstasy. Everything else seemed to vanish leaving the two of us in a void, a private haven for me.

After what seemed like forever, Ian kicked Davion in the side, making him release me. "That's enough!" he yelled.

My body collapsed from exhaustion. I lay on the forest floor, breathing heavily as I tried to recover from what had just transpired.

Then I felt Davion's strong arms pick me up as he usually did, like a groom bringing home his new bride. Always the party pooper, Ian stopped him before he could take off with me.

"I'll take her back to her father." He announced, taking me from Davion. I held fast to Davion's arm, "No! I don't want to go with him!" Davion looked down at me, his eyes still red from the feeding. "Please Dawn. Right now, you're safer with him." He pleaded his voice deep and warm. He leaned down and quickly kissed my lips. Then took off through the forest.

Ian carried me back to the team in silence. My father was kneeling over a body, covering it with a white sheet. Maria was standing near him, biting her nails. There were many more bodies lying around them, some of them human and even more wolves.

When he saw me in my present condition, my father stood to his feet and ran towards us. "What the hell happened!" He yelled, thankfully taking me from Ian. "She was attacked by the vampire out in the forest." He lied. I jolted my head up in anger, "Liar! You tried to kill him for no good reason!" I flashed my wound in my father's face, "see, I had to give Davion some of my blood to keep him from dying!" I snitched.

I heard Ian's teeth snap together. My father's eye grew hard, "Is this true, Ian?" Ian didn't answer. He turned his back and stormed back to his father in utter defeat.

Inwardly, I rejoiced.

I slept nonstop for the next two days, still recovering from massive blood loss. When I awoke I came face to face with Davion, lying beside me on my bed, his green eyes wide open. I didn't say a word. I didn't want this moment to end. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling my body into his embrace. He gently kissed my lips, cheeks and hair over and over, urgently.

"Davion?" I whispered, still dazed. "Shhh" He whispered back, kissing my lips again. "You needn't say a word. Just let me love you." I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, as he kissed my neck. Oh God, please don't let this night ever end! I yelled out in my head. He must have heard those thoughts because he started to laugh. Davion raised his upper body so that I could see his face. "Why are Night woman such Minxes? Must be genetic." He laughed again, lowering his face down again to take my lips.

His hands slid down my side to my legs, which he hitched at his hip. My eyes shot open in panic. I tore my lips away from his, "Stop!" I cried, removing my legs from their position. He quickly rolled off of me, allowing me to sit upright.

I pulled the sheets up to my chin. I could feel a rush of heat cross my cheeks. "Sorry" he apologized, tearing his eyes away from me in shame. "No, it's not you. I'm just…not ready for that yet." I explained my cheeks still hot. He turned back to me, taking my face in his cold hands, "I really am sorry." A sly smirk spread across his face, "It's just that you're so damn sexy." We both laughed at that and he kissed me passionately again.

The next day, I happily rode my bike to school. I parked my red bike and made my way to the oak tree to meet up with Kat and John. Along the way, I saw something that turned my stomach. Ian was standing in the parking lot, in front of his silver Ferrari. He scowled at me as I passed him, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Someone's brooding today.

School passed by too slowly, each class seemed to take twice as long as it usually did. When it was all over with, I practically ran to my bike. To my amazement, it wasn't there. "What the hell?" I asked myself, looking around for the missing bike. My question was answered when I caught sight of the wheel sticking out of the trunk of Ian's Ferrari. He was standing in front of it with an amused expression on his face.

"We need to talk." He said, walking towards me. "We don't have to talk about anything!" I spat. He opened the passenger door of the expensive car and shoved me inside. "Hey!" I protested, as he slammed the door. He climbed into the driver's side, ignoring my glare. "This is kidnapping!" He sped off out of the parking lot, kicking up dust.

He glanced over at me out of the corner of his eye, "It's not kidnapping. This is an intervention." I sat back in the seat, to sulk.

He continued, facing his eyes forward, "Did you know I had a sister." "Is she as crazy as you are?" I asked sarcastically. "She's dead." He shot back, making me feel like scum. "Her name was Megan. She was smart, funny, kind, a lot like you, actually. But during her sophomore year of High School, she started hanging out with wrong kind of people.

She changed dramatically, she died her hair black, started doing drugs. She became withdrawn and isolated herself from the rest of the family.

She and her friends started frequenting safe houses, places that vampires go for shelter during the day and to feed. Humans who know of these places can go there to hook up with the vampires, in hopes of being turned. It was at one of these places that she met a bloodsucker named Angelo. She let him feed off her and he made her his blood slave." "What's a blood slave?" I asked, interrupting the story. "It's the vampire's equivalent of a sex slave though they are sometimes both. They are willingly fed off of many times. They are controlled by their vampire master, and must follow out their every whim. Angelo kept her alive for eight months before finding her useless and drained her completely. When he was done he dumped her body in a Dumpster! She loved him and he did that to her!"

He looked over at me with pleading eyes, "I don't want that to happen to you, Dawn. I'm trying to save you from that fate!" I looked out the window and sighed, "It's not like that with me and Davion, Ian. I know you don't believe me, but it's not." He was silent for the rest of the drive home.

We pulled up in the driveway and I started to climb out but found the door locked. "Don't leave yet." He begged. I sat back in the seat again, getting more and more annoyed with him. "The other night, when you gave Davion your blood. It…it was like you were… "Doing it" with him." My whole head went hot. "Really?" I laughed uncomfortably. "Yea, I swear it was the weirdest thing I've ever seen." He laughed a little, and then his eyes went hard again. "W-what does it feel like?" He asked after a moment.

"Well uh…it's a good feeling, like a warming sensation that moves through your body." I explained, my cheeks warming as my mind thought back to that night. Ian chuckled bitterly, "At least my sister wasn't in pain." He muttered, hitting the lock. The door unlocked and I climbed out. "Bye, Dawn. Take care of yourself okay." He said, his eyes full of concern. "Bye, Ian, I will." I responded with a little smile and shut the door. Ian sped off down the street, the wheels of his Ferrari squealed as he rounded the corner.