I felt him use his index finger to look for the correct vein, he poked and prodded for a bit, eventually finding the juicy vein he was looking for.

He brought his finger down, and using his incredibly sharp fingernail he made a quick horizontal cut. It was over in a second and was almost completely painless...I barely flinched. Still, I refused to lessen my grip on his damp, red shirt.

I felt the warmth of my blood ooze from the cut...I heard him exhale slightly before covering my wound with his mouth. And...he drank...I whimpered slightly, thinking maybe...maybe this was a bad idea.

I continued to clench the red shirt beneath his long coat, hoping he would finish soon.

I could hear him swallowing hard and fast, and I imagined my warm, dark blood flowing into his mouth...and down his throat...I feel sick. And i'm starting to feel faint...he was drinking far too much far too quickly. "He-...hey..." I moved my right hand up his shoulder and clawed at him meekly, trying to ask him to stop. But he grabbed my hand and held it down to my side.

His grip...he suddenly didn't seem so weak. Suddenly I was the one about to fall to the floor, defenseless.

God he's going to kill me if he doesn't stop soon.

My left hand fell from its position on his chest, too weak now to stay in place. He gripped me tighter in his arms to keep me from falling lifelessly to the ground.

It felt like he was holding me for an eternity...feeding. It wasn't until my life had started flashing before my eyes and panic had started to pierce my heart that he finally stopped drinking.

It seemed as though he meant to cut it exactly this close...his mouth left my neck with a small gasp. Blood oozed from the opening on my throat. Only a moment passed before he regained his breath, and licked the residual blood from his lips.

My blood was flowing freely and had trickled down to my collarbone. He drew his attention back to my neck and licked away the trail my blood had left as it flowed downward. He didn't stop until he had lapped up the running blood and reached the wound again. '...ah...what is he doing?' My mind was in a haze. A vampire...a real vampire...I still couldn't believe that one of the infamous creatures you always hear about but never believe in was in my house...drinking my blood. If I wasn't nearly unconscious I might have been excited and curious to have him here, a vampire...I have so many questions...like...what in the world was he doing, nursing my wound this way?

He continued to lick the cut until the bleeding stopped. It felt like the ordeal was finally over. Thank god, I was starting to feel unseasonably warm underneath his mouth's scrutiny.

Unfortunately the experience had left me completely helpless and at this creatures mercy. He had managed to drain my energy and buy himself some time from my questions. He held me in his arms and all I could do was hope that he kept his promise and didn't proceed to promptly drop me on the floor and leave. Well I am still alive, that could be enough to prove to me that he's trustworthy. Right?

He stood up taking me with him, He carried me to the table that was next to us and sat me down on a chair. I was still conscious, but only barely. I slouched forward precariously in the chair. About to topple over.

My eyes were heavy but I could see the creature, clad in red, walking over to my bed near the window he had used for his dramatic entrance.

He tossed the blanket he had sullied with mud and foliage onto the floor and rearranged the remaining sheets. He started making his way back to me. I tried to lift my head to see him but I only managed to get it into an uncomfortable position facing the ceiling before I ran out of energy and willpower to keep it upright.

I felt his arms slide gently underneath my head and legs lifting me up once again. He's strong...absolutely nothing like weak, groveling, whelp that was lying on my floor only a few moments ago...my blood really did save his life.

Say, that would be romantic if...no no no...not at all...I couldn't possibly even be joking about such thoughts now...although...I'd have to admit, his warm wet tongue softly licking the skin of my neck quickened my heartbeat...I'm delirious, yes that's what this is...I couldn't possibly be thinking about him like this...it's the blood loss. Of course it is.

We reached my bed and he set me down on it, removing my shoes before pulling the clean sheets over me.

He's...what he's doing is definitely not something that matches the characteristics of a monster. So many questions...

"D...Do you-" i started. he pulled a chair over and silenced me before I could finish my question.

"Shhh...do not try to speak just yet." he sat down next to my bed. "You will be weak for a few hours. I am sorry I had to take so much blood, I have been without it for a long while. A lesser amount would not have sufficed. I apologize."

"Do you-"

"I said do not speak."

I gave a frustrated growl. I wanted to ask at least one question at this moment.

He sighed and let me finish "Do you...have...a name?" I asked.

"...Larten."

"You better...not leave...Larten..."

"I..."

"You...promised." My eyes started to close and I felt his hand caress my cheek, then my forehead, checking my temperature "you promised me...answers. Don't...leave..."

"I know...do not worry, I will stay here. But you must rest."

He removed his hand from my forehead and stood from his seat and started moving towards the fireplace. That was all I manages to see before I could no longer keep myself from falling asleep. Although. Perhaps, in this instance it was more like passing out.

He promised...we made a deal...he owes me answers...I think...he will stay...I...I trust him...why?...it's the blood loss...thats what it is...I'm so tired...

(Authors Notes: well there ya go me chumblies, I've been mulling over this chapter for a while now and ugh I think this is as good as its gonna get I just wanted to post it! I think its ok it could have been better? Idk. I hope you like it! More larten and the drowsy hunter to come!)