That was the first and last time Raphael had caused her pain. She knew it was because he only wanted what was best for her, but she often questioned what it was that was best for her. To be sick, but live forever? Or to be healthy and live a normal, yet finite life? The mature teenager had come to accept death easily, but after her death, she wondered how Raphael would carry on. She knew he would miss her painfully, which weighed heavily on her desire to lose, once again, her fated mortality. After all, he accepted her when nobody else would. He accepted her as a child, as an orphan, as a liar, as a vampire and as a mortal. She was certain there was nothing that could tear her away from the caring man.
Nothing... except the possibility of death. She often thought it wasn't fair that Raphael would live possibly forever without her. He never did find any more of the serum which so painfully cured her. But she knew he wouldn't be so selfish as to choose to end her life before his; he didn't want her to continue suffering the way he was. After all, he still was looking for a cure for himself, even though he knew it would eventually end his life. And after she had received the cure, he had been more protective of her than ever before to keep her out of harm's way.
Still, she hoped that one day, he would transform her back. She often thought of a way to force him into doing it, too. She knew if she was on the brink of death, it would be the only way to keep her alive, and he would do it, but she had never acted on this. She wanted it to be fair, although it seemed he wasn't being so.
Being a vampire was anything but a normal life. There had been times where the two of them simply couldn't find enough blood, and became so weak they couldn't talk. Several times, Amy had fainted.
Furthermore, vampirism had turned the world against them, if it wasn't bad enough being human. If the world could not accept them as vampires, it could not accept them as people. And if the world could not accept them, they could not accept the world.
Even so, the guilt pained her conscience whenever she got what she needed from someone; she was no better than they were. But as time began to run out for her diseased life, she had become almost indifferent to this. Despite it all, she grew stronger for Raphael's sake. Reflecting on her outcast life with her caretaker, she sometimes believed that the victims of their disease deserved their ends, if not for their condemnation, then for another wrongdoing. This convinced Amy even further that the serum was the wrong choice. How could she choose to be something she hated?
However, as soon as her mortality had been restored, her body continued to develop into that of a woman's. This delighted her, as her breasts had grown a full cup size within the past year and her breast-waist-hip ratio had become more distinct. She loved to flaunt this, hoping that one time, her foster father would look at her in a more mature way. She knew Raphael couldn't help but notice, especially with the rate at which she needed a new bra, which he was questioningly happy to buy for the growing girl.
She wondered if Raphael looked at her in a sexual way, since he had never come right out and said anything. Certainly he had thoughts though; she no longer had a child's body. He never showed signs of discomfort as the teenager pranced around in such little clothing. Now at the tender age of sixteen, she often admired her new body and wondered what she could do with it. Or better yed, what he could do with it. If possible, she and Raphael had grown especially close lately, but with nothing romantic having been established.
However, Amy always felt a curious satisfaction when she bled. He would always clean it up within seconds. So many times had his tongue slid across her gentle body, and she didn't mind. The sight of her own blood excited her in a sexual manner because she knew what would soon follow.
Which is exactly why she now found herself in the most unusual, yet exciting and nervous situation.
"I said you didn't have to fix it right now. Go to bed," Raphael tells the sleepy worker who mends his torn shirt.
"I really don't mind," the young girl responds with heavy eyes, trying hard to get the needle through a tough piece of fabric, poking herself sharply on the lip when she finally pulls it through. "Ow!"
Raphael looks to his left on the sofa where the injured girl sits. He sees a thin line of blood dripping from the right side of her bottom lip, watching the sleepy girl grow irritated.
"You really need to be more careful, love," he reminds Amy, taking the needle and thread from her before holding her chin to look at him. For such a small puncture, it really is a lot of blood. He licks the edge of her lip, taking in the sweet taste of her. When the blood continues to release from her body and licking it clean becomes useless, the blonde sucks the wound until nothing more comes out.
What Amy loved about being human and living with a vampire was that there were no boundaries whatsoever when she bled. None. And it didn't matter where she bled, or how much blood was lost, or what caused her injuries. He immediately sucked it all up, without even asking her, and she never seemed to mind.
He pulls back, examining the girl's face, dry but a little red from the pressure of his lips. She hopes the handsome vampire doesn't notice her face burning bright red, her body secretly aching for him. Even though it wasn't a kiss, the fact that he tasted her lips excited her more than anything, and she becomes frustrated now that he had stopped.
Nevertheless, she is happy to feed the vampire.