(ii)
She felt his hands touching the sides of her arms, gently, soothing. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her neck once more, his breath as he sighed. When his hands touched her own, she shivered. His hands were cold, almost freezing.
"Want some?" she asked, pushing her head back and resting it on the man's shoulder that was no more than an inch away from her. Her hand snaked behind her and she felt the back of his head. Her touch wandered, however, and her hand soon rested on the tip of his ear, frowning just a little when she felt its roundness.
"Please, Vera" he whispered, his mouth opening, his fangs trailing down her neck.
For a second, Vera wondered just how it would feel to have his fangs sink into her neck, as he sucked as much blood as he wanted, helping her turn. She wanted that, if it was from Frankie. Immortality, she had realized from after studying Frankie for days on end, wasn't such a bad idea.
Her eyes flashed open and she found Frankie looking down at her.
"Move along, then," she said, sitting back up out of his reach before searching for a needle, a tourniquet, antiseptics and a bag. "It'll be ready in a while.''
After Frankie left, she sat by herself, prepping her arm once more to complete her part of the bargain.
No, she thought, injecting a needle into her vein, letting the bag fill with her pint of blood, a serving he'd survive on for a three days. That's not a life worth living.
note: i actually like leaving their thoughts travel off. it's much more relaxing. but if i did write what Vera thought when she felt his round ear, i think this would be a page longer than necessary 'cause Vera likes to go off on a tangent about Frankie's habits, or so he tells me. i don't know whether or not to make it longer than i've planned to make it, but i'll see to that later. they're only drabbles after all. either way, enjoy. :)