Suddenly, his arms were around me in an iron grip. I could smell the scent of blood on him, mixed with something I can't define. Almost like the smell of wine and grave mould.
"Are you sure, Master?" he hissed close to my ear. The brim of his hat brushed against my hair. I nodded once.
He ran his tongue over the surface of my neck. His very touch was intoxicating. I arched my neck, hair falling over my face. My jaw quivered in grim anticipation. I could feel his cold breath on my throat. He didn't need to breathe, so he was doing this on purpose. I narrowed my eyes dubiously.
Sensing my annoyance, a rumbling of laughter rolled from his chest like thunder. It almost made me smile.
"This is where you're supposed to close your eyes," he whispered.
Then he bit down in a small burst of pain. My eyes unfocused. It was a strange sensation. I could feel blood leaving my body and flowing into him. It was like a dam bursting, a swollen river flowing, a glacier melting, all at once. My eyes flickered twice.
"A – lu – card," I breathed. Then came the pleasure. Scientifically, it's the human body's natural reaction to losing too much blood. It's why death by the slitting of one's wrists is supposed to be a good way to die. Endorphins are released into the bloodstream, making it that little bit sweeter.
He pulled away slowly, and the sweep of pleasure faded. I felt exhausted. Alucard laid me on the bed and pulled the sheets over me. I closed my eyes, and felt the bedsprings near my feet dip where Alucard sat down.
A small burning sensation tore into my jaw. I clamped my mouth shut tight to muffle any squeaks, only to be rewarded with the sweet taste of blood.