I tried running. It seemed like the logical thing to do. Except the second I turned he grabbed the back of my neck and threw me down to the ground. And then I screamed.
Erik was on top of me, pinning me to the ground. He brought my wrist up to his mouth. I screamed louder, trying my best to yank it away from him. I might as well have not tried at all for how much good it did. His lips met my skin. And suddenly the fear and horror that I had been feeling was replaced with a sense of pleasure I had never known. I could feel the blood being pulled from me, but it was in an exotic way that surprised me. Erik let out a moan, looking down into my eyes. It was incredibly sensual and the more he drank the more I was losing control of my logical feelings. His free hand that wasn't holding my wrist to his mouth was sliding up my shirt. His cold skin against mine gave me shivers, but felt so good. I didn't know what to do. A sigh escaped me, and in that second, even though the pleasure was racking my body, somehow I knew I was being taken advantaged of. He wasn't supposed to do this without my permission.
"Stop." I manage to gasp trying to ignore the tremor or pleasure that went down my body.
He ignored it and continued drinking. At this rate what if he didn't stop? What if he just drank until I had no more blood to give? Here I am feeling the most intense sexual desire for a guy who relatively hates me, all the while he is draining the life out of me. And all in my first day, and maybe last, of being a fledgling.
At the very moment I decided to give up the fight and just try to enjoy it Erik was ripped off of me. The pleasure left my body, and now I was just in pain. My wrist was swollen, and looked beyond pale. I tried to sit up to see what was going on but I collapsed back to the ground. A desk flew over me and hit the wall. I flinched.
"What are ya doing?!?" shouted a girl's voice.
"Get out of my way!" Erik grumbles, in a voice that didn't even sound like his own.
"Erik, settle down. This isn't you. You gotta take control!" she says again. This time I recognized her voice. It was that southern girl, with the red marks. Stevie Ray. I should have known by the weird feeling I was getting again. The power that I felt was not my own, I knew that for sure this time. I could not even lift myself off the ground.
"Get out of my way!" Erik yells again.
I turned my head in time to watch as their two bodies collided together. Erik had tried to run around her, probably to get back to me, but she had stepped in his way. The crash was deafening.
This time I felt him before I saw him. Stark came running into the room. He was running over to help Stevie Ray when he saw me. His face looked horror struck.
"I am going to get her out of here." He shouts leaning down and picking me up bridal style. Then I was outside the classroom and down the hall. I was trying not to focus on anything, but the fact I could feel his hand touching my arm was making it incredibly difficult. My breathing began to increase rapidly. I didn't know what was happening. My chest felt tight, and I began to cough. He set me down on something and kneeled beside me grabbing my wrist. I tried to yank it away. Not him too.
"Hold still Faith, I have to close your wounds." He says softly. I stop moving and watch him closely. He brings my wrist up to his mouth and lightly licks the wounds. He takes a look at my wrist and then lies it down. How had he done that?
"Now Faith you're going to have to do something you probably don't want to do." He says looking at me. The fact he wasn't touching me anymore allowed my brain to function a little better, but still not a whole lot because he was so close to me.
"You've lost a lot of blood, and your body will not produce enough of it in time to heal you. You have to drink mine." He says calmly. My eyes widen. Was he insane? I wasn't a vampire! A fledgling yes, but supposedly we don't even like blood until later. The very thought made me nauseous, on top of the gut wrenching pain that was in my chest and the fact I wanted Stark to move far enough away from me so I would be able to think clearly again. I shook my head frantically.
"Faith you must, I can't let you die." And with that he cuts his forearm with his nail. The smell of his blood hits my nose. And it didn't disgust me like I had intended. It didn't even smell like mine had. It smelt a thousand times better. That was probably why I didn't fight him as he tilts my head up and puts his arm to my mouth. I slowly begin to drink.
Everything around me disappeared. I was Stark's and he was mine. He tasted amazing. His blood not only gave me strength but also filled me with such passion that I began to tremble. His free hand had grabbed my hair and pulled slightly, as he let out a moan. And beyond the blood lust that we were fulfilling was the undesirable need that filled every corner of my body. Somehow I knew when I had to stop drinking, even though he didn't say a word. I pulled away slowly, and licked his wound like he had done mine. It closed. I look up and find him staring at me. I still had hold of his arm. His face was so close to mine. Before I knew what was happening his lips crash into mine.
He takes hold of my shoulders and pulls me down on top of him, our lips never leaving each other's. I moan as his hand slides down my butt, while my hands are entangled in his hair. He lightly rolls over so he is on top. Breathing heavily I wrap my legs around his, feeling him hard against me. One of hands was traveling up my shirt, while the other was under my head. His lips were so soft, and all I wanted was more. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He was now lying on top of me, his entire chest at my fingertips disposal.
What about Zoey?
That thought was definitely not mine. The last thing I was thinking about was some other girl. But as I opened my eyes and watched Stark kissing me I wondered if it wasn't the last thing he was thinking about. Somehow that thought broke my trance and I pull away. Lying my head on the floor. We were both breathing heavily. He seemed to notice my resolve and stood up, lending me his hand so I could do the same.
"Sorry." He says leaning down to grab his shirt. I wanted to reply but I got caught up in staring at him. I was fighting every urge to jump on him again. I shake my head. Get your mind out of the gutter I tell myself.
"It was hardly your fault." I say sitting down on the bench. "In fact, you're the one who might have very well saved my life. I should be thanking you profusely."
He sits down next to me, with his shirt back on. He turns my head to face his. The touch of his finger on my cheek sending shock waves down my body. This could not be normal.
"It was my pleasure." He says with a slight smirk. I look away embarrassed.
"I normally don't do what we just did. Especially not with a guy I just met." And not without some heavy alcohol I finish in my head. I was picking at my nails.
"I would have thought you had with how good you were." He says, only causing me to go a deeper shade of red. I look back up at him. He was just smirking. And before I could stop myself I reply, "Is that why you were thinking of Zoey?"
His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open slightly. So it was his thought I had heard in my head. Great now I was hearing people's thoughts? Or single thought, while I was making out hard core with him. Before he could respond our names were called.
"Faith, Stark! There ya'll are. I need you to come with me. Topaz wants to see all of us."
It was Stevie Ray and she looked incredibly cute with her blonde curls bouncing up and down. I stood quickly without acknowledging Stark and approached her.
"Well come on." Stevie Ray says behind me. I tried to focus on the task ahead. Most likely I would have to see Erik again. Then we would have to explain. And God I hope I didn't have to explain what had just happened with Stark because that was incredibly embarrassing. Nichole is going to die when I tell her everything that has happened. In fact I am surprised I haven't died from the sheer craziness of it all.
We approach Topaz's office and I follow Stevie Ray inside. There at her desk stood Topaz. She was calm and serene watching us enter. And then I saw Erik, sitting at the far end of the room his head in his hands. I flinched unwillingly. "I won't let him hurt you Faith." Stark whispers into my ear so only I could hear. His hand caresses my neck before backing away again. It wasn't fair that my body automatically moved closer to his after that. I wanted to put distance between us, and yet my body wouldn't let me. It didn't seem to feel the anger I felt.
Yes I know we were just making out and I have no claim in Stark what so ever but usually when I am making out with a guy I am not thinking about some other guy in the process. Then again it wasn't Stark's fault I felt so strongly for him, after all I do not even know him.
"Please take a seat." Topaz says, taking a seat herself behind her desk.
"Now I have heard Erik's side of this story, would you please tell us your side Faith." She continues looking at me with intrigue.
So I tell them. I tell him about the way he treated me during his class. And then staying afterwards and him embarrassing me, and then Zoey telling me he wanted me to go back and talk with him. "And so I went back, and he explained to me that I deserved to be treated like crap because apparently he had a dream where I ruined everyone's life, and the only way to stop me was to ruin mine. So he grabbed my wrist and his nails dug deeply into my skin, enough to make me bleed. And then he smells his hand, licks his fingers, and lunges for me. Of course I try to run but get absolutely nowhere. He precedes to pin me to the ground and drink my blood. And then Stevie Ray came in and threw him off of me." I say all in a rush.
"Now Erik, tell me again what happened." Topaz says turning back to him. He was sitting up straighter, still looking deathly pale.
"The moment I smelled her blood I had to have it. It wasn't a question of what I would do to her, or if she would let me, it was purely a physical need and desire. Everything she said was true, about wanting to prevent her from destroying people's lives, but I can swear to you that the instant her blood entered my senses I lost control."
Stevie Ray and Stark look at each other. A sense of worry seemed to pass between them. No one but me noticed it.
"So you're saying that the usual blood lust was magnified, and you could not control yourself." Topaz says in a tone that clearly stated she didn't trust him.
It sounds like what happens to us with humans. But why did Faith have that effect on Erik. It doesn't make any sense.
This time I recognized his thought. It was in his voice but quieter in a way. Stark knew Erik was telling the truth, but I knew he wasn't going to say anything. Why? I guess I was going to have to speak up for the jerk. Even though he almost killed me. Maybe then he'll think twice of condemning me to destroying everything.
"He is telling the truth Topaz. You know this. It is your affinity." I say standing up suddenly. She looked over at me in surprise.
"I know he is Faith, but I still do not appreciate his treatment of you before this whole matter got out of hand in the first place." She says calmly to me, and turning back to Erik adds, "I appreciate your affinity, but you should know better then to take matters into your own hands, even if it is completely personal and directly related to you."
Erik's face grew a light shade of pink as he nodded.
"As for you two, I do not know how you came about to Erik's classroom, but you very well saved her life, and I can not thank you enough." She says smiling gratefully between Stark and Stevie Ray.
"Me neither." I say, smiling at Stevie Ray, who smiled back. I turned to Stark who was watching me curiously. I give him a slight nod, and focus back on Topaz.
"Stevie Ray and Stark you are dismissed. And for the sake of everyone here please refrain from gossiping too much about this whole incident. Both Erik and Faith would probably appreciate that."
And so would I.Mental note, stay away from Faith and talk to Zoey about what happened.
Gah there was his thoughts again, and this time I was glad I had heard him. Jerk. He was the one that kissed me first anyways. I glare at him as he walks out the door. He may have not noticed but I think Stevie Ray did, because before closing the door she gave me this weird look. Once they were gone I began feeling normal again. No onslaught of weird feelings pervading my mind and body. I was myself. I took a deep breath.
"Now Faith, I know you do not know much about the whole Vampire world still, but you must realize that what happened to Erik is not normal. We do not feed on people without their permission. It is truly a sensual experience that fledglings aren't even supposed to participate in. And it is a voluntary experience. Your blood obviously is unique if it had that effect on Erik here, and maybe it has to do with your mark. All I know for sure is that right now you have to be very careful with pointy objects." She says chuckling at her own humor.
My blood wasn't normal.
So my mark isn't normal, my blood isn't normal. Hearing a full out vampire's thoughts probably isn't normal. And those feelings I got from Stark and Stevie Ray? Yeah, I doubted those are normal either. So in other words I am one big freak. Awesome. Thanks Nyx.