Pillow Talk II

Vicki closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss and bite hoping to feel the legendary ecstasy that vampire feeding brought. She'd fed him before, but she hadn't had the luxury of enjoying his vampire prowess. Tonight was about her and her needs. For once she was going to get what she wanted the way she wanted it.

He looked down at her, seeing the way her chin tilted, and felt the life flowing through her veins. "I'm not going to be able to control the monster once I start."

"You've already said that. I'm willing to take the risk. I'm looking for the truth in your claim of, shall we say, experience?"

Fighting down the hunger, he said, "This is not a game."

"I'm aware of that. Are you going to talk me to death or feed?"

Hunger took over control and the vampire seized the moment. He bit down and as the first rush of her life filled his mouth, the vampire gave Vicki all of his attention. His body moved in rhythm to her beating heart. He plunged deep into her as his tongue massaged the vein in her neck and one hand kneaded her breast as his other held her arms over her head. He swallowed rapidly as she writhed in pleasure under him. She let herself feel his every move and touch. She felt her blood leave as she felt his strength and demands grow. Her heart beat began to slow and he became aware of what he was doing. All movement stopped as he pulled back and looked down at her pale face. He tenderly kissed her lips.

Vicki returned the kiss and asked, "How soon can we do this again?"

"Not for several weeks."

"Can't I taste your blood?"

"Not unless you want to be vampire, and then after a year, we'll be enemies."

"Isn't there anything in between?"

"The old ways involved taking control of a human and making them a slave. I haven't done that in over three hundred years. It's demeaning to the human and I've no need for a slave."

"What do you mean by slave?"

He pursed his lips and shook his head knowing she would keep pushing until she got her answers. "A slave or servant if you prefer. Some one that lives a half life. Not completely human nor vampire, but somewhere in between."

"Are you saying what Stoker wrote was true?"

Henry snarled, "The hack told more than he should have."

Vicki smiled, "So, do you do the bat or mist thing?"

"Stop it, Vicki. This isn't a joke. You know perfectly well I'm not a bat!"

Vicki didn't want to lose the feeling that his lovemaking and feeding created, so she kept quiet.

Henry sighed in relief thinking the subject was dropped. He should have known better.

***

As the night started, Henry came out of his room and heard Vicki humming to herself. He paused and tried to think if he had ever heard her humming before, then shrugged and walked into the kitchen. She held out a glass filled with ice and water, gave a quick dip and said, "M'lord"

Henry took the glass from her hand and took a drink before saying, "What are you up to?"

With another curtsy she said, "I'm practicing."

He looked at the ironing board and shirts that hung from hangers balanced on an open cupboard. "What's going on in that devious mind of yours and what do you mean by practicing?"

"Well M'lord, if I'm to be your servant, I best get the hang of it."

Henry put the glass in the sink and stared at her asking, "You're not serious?"

Vicki held her chin high and said, "I most certainly am serious. I want another taste of you. If it means that I have to serve you, so be it."

Henry started pacing the apartment like a caged animal. He'd look her way, then start pacing even faster. The vampire within rose in anticipation of taking more of her, and giving of itself in return. It wanted a connection to the human world, someone it could fully trust to do as asked without question.

Vicki watched him moving about the apartment, waving his arms and looking as though he were fighting a battle against a well matched foe. Finally she placed a hand on his arm to stop him. "If this is going to cause you this much grief, forget I said anything."

"Why do you want to drink my blood?"

"I've tasted it before and it keeps calling me."

"You said you didn't have any reaction."

"I didn't have headaches, dizziness, or any of the other symptoms you talked about."

"Then what's bothering you?"

Vicki put her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against his, "I can't forget how I felt after I drank your blood and left you on the floor. The power and the sharpening of all my senses just before I fought the mummy."

Henry nodded, "Being a servant to me won't give you that kind of power. It will make the longing even worse. That's the vampire's hold over a servant – the promise of more." Henry came close and pulled her into his arms, "I can't allow you to live like that. It's the worst of two worlds."

Vicki closed her eyes and held on tight as she said, "I'm not sure which is worse, being with you and knowing what kind of power you have or being without you."

Henry rubbed his chin against her shoulder, "I'm not sure which is worse, never having someone to love, or losing them after a few years."

Vicki pushed back a little so that she could look him in the eye, "What do you suggest?"

"One night at a time. As far as your becoming vampire is concerned, it will always be your choice. You know what I need to do in order to live, but you'll always come first."

"For now that's good enough. I hate ironing." She kissed him firmly on the lips then ordered, "Lots and lots of steamy sex, vampire. I'll keep you so satisfied that all you'll have energy for is a quick bite before coming home for the day."

"I can live with that!" He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.