Chapter 4: First bite

"Eric, please don't!"

Eric smiled maliciously, the absence of fangs not making him any less terrifying.

"Stop", Fern hissed once more, "you said that you did not see the appeal to this human, therefore I do not find it sensible to just -"

"Be quiet. Knowing you for half a century does not mean I will grant you special privileges", Eric growled. He looked Leo up and down once more, and motioned for both of them to follow him inside the throbbing club. Fern dropped her outstretched arms back down to her sides and whirled around fiercely.

"You fool, I told you not to not to say a thing! If you would have trusted my judgment you would not be in a situation where there is a great possibility of you getting your first vampire bite unwillingly!" she whispered, obviously outraged. Her perfectly angelic face was plastered with the mask of worry.

She grabbed Leo's arm and flung open the red door that Eric had strolled into moments before. Leo gulped down dry air, the words "vampire bite" and "unwillingly" carving an elicit hole into the pit of his stomach.

"Jesus, sorry", Leo whispered back as they curved down a dank hallway, "I just didn't know that I was suddenly your property or something! Forgive me if I don't dance around in a fucking circle for being called 'your human'!"
"Shut up, Leo. This time I really mean it."

The pair instantly closed their mouths and slowed their pace when they entered into a small office. Eric was casually sitting behind a large desk, his feet propped up like he was king of the castle. A dull hanging light slowly swung around their heads. Leo tried his absolute best not to stare at a couch in the corner with suspicious red stains on it.

"Human", Erik's voice seemed to reverberate off the cement floor, "why don't you come have a seat by me?" He patted a wooden folding chair next to him and grinned. Fern continued to look incredibly displeased.

Leo opened his mouth, about to ask "why?", but then remembered that opening his mouth was what had got him into such a terrifying position in the first place. The entire encounter of the night certainly did not beat having boring sex with his girlfriend. If anything, he missed her fake moans and awkward thrusts. There was more sex appeal teaming in Eric's eyes than what's-her-face could give in a lifetime. The only problem was- Leo wasn't gay. He slowly crossed over to the chair next to Eric, his eyes glued to the tacky carpet across the cement floor, and sat with his ass scooted as far away from the menacing vampire as possible.

"Oh now come on, don't be like that. You smell so delicious", Eric teased. He turned and faced Leo, his hand positioned lightly on his temple.

Fern cut in, unable to hold back, "What are you playing at? He's not even your type! I thought that you only enjoyed females!"

"Yeah buddy, I'm…I'm not gay." Leo whispered, but instantly regretted it.

Fern retracted her fangs and let out a sort of growl. "I thought I told you to be quiet!" she snarled. Her tiny hands curved into fists, as if to communicate to Leo that he was dead meat one way or the other.

Eric cut in, his smile gone. "Fern. Don't move."

In a less than gentle manner, Eric grabbed Leo by the shoulders and forced him closer to his face as if he weighed less than a bag of groceries. Leo heard Fern make a sort of squeaking sound.

"Try not to tense up, it just makes the whole experience…painful" Eric breathed into Leo's ear. With a snap, Eric retracted his fangs and bit into the lower part of his neck with carnivorous fervor.

For the few minutes that Leo was too stunned to yell or try to push away, he could only describe the vampire's biting and sucking into his neck as the feeling of a mosquito amplified 50 fold. He could feel his teeth digging into his punctured flesh, his tongue lapping at the copious amounts of blood, his shoulder being slowly crushed by his grappling hold. He started to shake, and then he let out almost the same sort of squeak that Fern had emitted earlier. He felt utterly helpless.

"S….S…stop….please", he stuttered, trying to move his arms. He felt the collar of his blue work shirt beginning to soak up the blood. Eric only bit harder. In truth, Leo could no longer feel his arms…or his legs, or his neck….

His head lolled forward, and Eric moved a hand off his crushed shoulder and shoved them into his head-pushing it back again. He punctured a different area of Leo's neck, his tongue intruding the layers of skin and muscle. It was nothing short of hell.

"Stop….stop it", Leo faintly heard a meek voice say, "you're killing him!"

Was the biting to graphic? Y'all let me know if I should change the rating to "M" at any point during the story. I'm pretty sure it's o.k though....