Saya was not sure what had just happened. The numbness in her mouth kept her from speaking. Carl's blood was icy; almost like it lingered inside him for so long it froze. However, it tasted so sweet like an immortal nectar. His blood was the sweetest and most overpowering substance she had drank. And as its taste was overpowering so was its coldness.
She could feel the coldness run through her veins, making her shiver. Her skin numbed, she could barely feel Carl lift her up and carry her to his bed. She did not lie down though; she sought the warmth and comfort of his arms. She sat next to Carl, being held his arms and trembling.
"I-I don't understand..." she said. Carl ran his fingers through her hair and smiled. The sweet taste in Saya's mouth was gone.
"You will," he whispered. He leaned into her face and his lips touched hers. His arms wrapped around her. Their lips pressed against one another's, gaining access to each other's mouths. Saya's lips were trembling cold from drinking his blood. However, Carl's lips were warm and tender like they always were. Despite the sweet taste of his blood being gone from Saya's mouth Carl's lips were much more sweeter. And much more experienced in 'ending one's hunger.' Soon their lips were heated with passion and when the kiss separated Saya turned her head aside. Her body had warmed from his grasp and lips.
"Are you still cold?" Carl asked. Saya blushed and squeaked as she felt Carl's hand on hers.
"No," Saya responded gently. Though she wished she had lied because she wanted another taste of his passion, she wanted to feel his passion seep into her skin in the most intimate way she knew.
The next morning when Saya woke up, Carl was not there. She scowled but decided to dismiss the subject, seeing that Carl was a busy man. When she went down for breakfast Carl came up to her, with a bottle in his hand.
"These are for you," he said as he placed the small bottle in his hand. The contents were small white tablets.
"What are they?" Saya asked. She looked down at the bottle. The bottle was prescribed to her, or at least its contents were.
"Medication. You were ill before you were comatose. These pills will prevent the sickness from returning. You are to take one a day after breakfast," Carl lied and then pulled her into his arms.
"And I don't want you sick again," he said and then he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss felt perpetual until Saya blushed and pulled her mouth away from his.
"Thank you, if only there was something I could give you." Saya said before walking to the breakfast table. Enjoying the sweet taste of Carl's passion.
"She's not ready yet," Carl told Mr. Jordan.
"To what? Mate? You know it's impossible to conceive more children with her. One twin died already because of you and the other one doesn't even love you as a father. Moreover, once a Queen gives birth to the first set of twins her ovums become completely sterile. That's why they all have ovum abnormalities," Mr. Jordan told him. Carl looked disgruntled and annoyed but controlled his anger.
"We cannot keep cloning Diva's blood. The more we do it the higher chance there is of impurity. Especially when we don't have a decent supply of it. Then I guess Diva will be our answer, unless Saya and I can have more children together," Carl said.
"You could sleep with her every night for a month and it would make no difference. Unless I can get an ovum extraction and somehow use it to reanimate her ovums. However, unlike the pills and enzymes, it would take much longer. Chiropteran reproduction is quite complex," Mr. Jordan said.
"I'll bring Saya by in a few weeks, when she's settled and gives me her trust," Carl said Mr. Jordan nodded his head in agreement and then went back to work. Carl ambled toward the door, ready to leave Mr. Jordan's office and go to his own.
"Oh, and Carl," Mr. Jordan started. Carl halted and stood there, waiting for him to finish.
"If so tonight you'd like to take her into your bed and awake with her in the morning...Be gentle. I don't even think she understands what sexual intercourse is. She doesn't even remember experiencing it. I suggest you not force her like you did the first time." Mr. Jordan said. However, he knew that Carl didn't listen.