Chapter Twenty Eight already :) I know I have updated three whole times in the past week, but I shan't be updating an awful lot over the next month or so - buggering exams again...

Anyhow, I am, as always, hoping that you lot like the chapter :)

It wasn't until I finished writing it that I realised it sounds a bit cult-y, but ho hum, it was fun.

'Blood And Lust'

Claire's POV

Claire opened her eyes, and was instantly alert. Something was wrong. She wasn't at home.

She sat up, then yelped as something moved underneath her.

Claire jumped up and backed away, growling quietly at the man who was now sitting up and watching her with a wary expression.

Her eyes widened as she recognised him. She came out of the defensive stance she'd unconsciously taken, and licked her lips.

"Myrnin? What am I doing here? Why...I feel different."

Claire paused for a moment to take in the scene before her. Myrnin sitting on his couch, lower half tangled in a blanket, smooth chest completely bare, his hair in an early-morning tangle.

Claire had woken up on top of him. And she couldn't remember how she had got here.

Her stomach dropped, and her mouth fell open.

It's not what you think, it's not what you think.

"Myrnin..." She whispered faintly. He was by her side in an instant, wrapping her in a soothing hug.

"What's wrong? Are you thirsty?"

Claire frowned, distracted.

"I- Yes."

Claire breathed in, and a fantastic smell hit her. Her mouth watered.

"Myrnin-" She swallowed. Suddenly, she couldn't stand still. She had to have whatever it was that smelt so good. "-What is that?" She breathed.

Myrnin's arms tightened around her.

"Stay here. I'll get you some...something you'll like. Promise me you won't move."

Claire nodded.

He left, and was back a minute later with a large soda cup, complete with lid and straw. He held it out to her; she took it cautiously.

"What is it?"

"Just drink it. Trust me."

Claire met his eyes, and took a deep breath. The scent, whatever it was, hit her again, and she shivered in delight.

She looked down at the cup in her hands, then back up at Myrnin. He smiled encouragingly.

Claire lifted the straw to her lips, and took a tentative sip.

Claire looked up at Myrnin, who was watching her carefully.

"What is this?" She asked.

Myrnin just smiled, mistaking her trembling voice for awe.

She held the cup out to him.

"I think it's past it's sell-by date. It doesn't taste right."

Myrnin's mouth literally fell open. He looked completely shocked.

"What?" He said incredulously.

Claire rolled her eyes. "I. Think. It's. Gone. Off. What is this, anyway?"

Before Myrnin could stop her, she pulled the lid off. There was complete silence as she stared into the cup in horror.

She looked at Myrnin.

"Blood?" She said, then raised her voice. "Blood? What the hell is wrong with you?" Claire snarled, then stopped, looking scared. She raised a trembling hand to her lips, and pushed them aside to feel the point of the fangs that protruded from her gums.

"Oh my God."

She remembered. Everything.

Myrnin was still staring at the cup in her hand in disbelief.

"But... I don't understand." He whispered.

Claire sat down heavily on a nearby chair, wiping tears away from her face. All the anger had left her; now she just felt depressed.

And her throat was burning. She watched Myrnin watching her, absentmindedly noticing the blue veins that crisscrossed at his wrist. She reached out, tracing them slowly with her finger. Claire let her head fall to the side slightly, not thinking about what she was doing as she pulled his wrist up to her face.

She breathed in deeply, and immediately moaned in longing. He smelt...delicious.

Her tongue flicked out, tasting the skin at his inner wrist. Claire's fangs snapped down suddenly, shocking her out of it.

She dropped his wrist as if it had burned her, and looked up at him fearfully.

Myrnin was watching her curiously.

"What's wrong with me?" She whispered.

Myrnin turned away from her and walked silently across the room without answering. He began opening drawers, searching for something.

"I'm sorry, Myrnin." Claire said in a small voice, tears welling up in her eyes. He hated her. "I didn't mean to - what are you doing?"

Myrnin had found what he was looking for and returned with something clutched in his hand. A small dagger.

He looked into Claire's eyes as he made a cut on his wrist with it.

"Myrnin, what are you - Oh." Claire cut off with a gasp as she breathed in the smell of his blood.

He held out his bleeding wrist to her, and she couldn't help herself.

She held his arm still with both hands, and slowly bent her head to the cut. Somehow, her mouth knew exactly what to do. She drew her tongue slowly along the cut, inducing more blood flow.

Myrnin's blood trickled into her mouth slowly, and she found herself moaning in pleasure as it ran down her throat.

It was the most amazing thing she had ever tasted; she didn't think she'd ever be able to get enough.

Myrnin held perfectly still the entire time, although he did moan softly when she sucked at the cut greedily.

Eventually, the wound healed over. Claire licked up the droplets of blood left on his arm, and whimpered when he made to pull away.

"Claire..." Myrnin said quietly. His voice was quivering slightly, although she could tell he was trying to control it.

Claire looked at him. He gave her a genuine, if slightly worried smile.

She let go of his wrist, blushing vigorously.

"I'm sorry." She stuttered. "I - I just -"

"That's quite alright, my little Claire." Myrnin murmured, examining his wrist with interest. "How did my blood taste to you?"

Claire blinked. "Um..."

Myrnin quirked an eyebrow at her.

"It was great." She mumbled.

"Pardon me?"

"It was amazing." Claire said apologetically.

Myrnin nodded to himself.

"Intriguing."

He looked at Claire sharply.

"My dear, do you think I could have a favour?"

Claire nodded numbly. She was past the point of caring, or even understanding.

"Stay quite still."

Myrnin leaned in, brushing her hair away from her neck. His touch sent shivers down her spine, even though it no longer felt abnormally cold to her. He bent closer, then breathed in deeply. And again.

After a while, he straightened up. His pupils were completely dilated.

"Intriguing." He repeated, sounding a little out of breath.

He brushed her hair back into place, his hand stroking down her side of her neck softly. Claire unconsciously turned into his touch.

All too soon, he removed his hand, instead holding up the dagger.

"May I?"

Claire just stared at him, not understanding.

"Have a small...taste?"

Claire continued to stare at him, this time in shock.

"I would not ask if it were not extremely important, my love."

She hesitated a moment longer, then nodded, extending a slender arm to him.

Again, he maintained eye contact with her as he made a small cut on her wrist, then lowered his head.

Claire closed her eyes as she felt his tongue tracing the line of blood that dripped down her arm.

She took a step forward, then another, as he continued to drink from her. It was oddest sensation. It stung a bit where he had pierced her skin with the dagger, but something about this was...erotic. At least, Claire's instincts had gone haywire.

Myrnin's right arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her against him with a small growl.

Reacting instinctively, Claire hooked her left arm around his neck, then let her head fall forwards until it rested in the crook between his shoulder and neck.

She breathed his scent in, and was unable to stop herself from tasting the skin there. It was Myrnin's turn to shiver as she ran her tongue over his skin. His hand left her waist momentarily, then he reached up and made quite a deep cut in his neck with the dagger.

His hand returned to her waist, pulling her tighter against him again.

Claire whimpered as she licked up the blood already making its way down his chest, then returned to his neck. Her fangs slid down this time, but she forced herself not to bite it as she sucked his blood out.

She moaned loudly as she swallowed a large mouthful, clutching him tighter.

Claire's arm spasmed slightly as Myrnin sucked harder at the wound on her wrist. He moaned again, and Claire vaguely realised the implications of what they were doing.

But she couldn't concentrate on anything other than the supply of blood flowing into her mouth.

When Myrnin pulled her to the couch, she didn't complain.

No, you dirty beasts, they're not doing it! Myrnin's legs simply got a little tired... :)

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