Thanks for the reviews people...JG...this has some language...nothing too bad though
She felt his body stiffen and shudder against her, and a strangled sound burst from his lips but she was beyond caring; oblivious to anything but the sweet, pure, hot blood that gushed into her mouth. She panted and moaned, as she burrowed deeper into the old man's neck. She bit into the other side of his throat, discovering a large vein filled with the crimson glory. Her body throbbed as she drank, pulsating in sexual bliss. Too soon, she was unable to get any more blood from him, no matter how she tried.
Panting, she stepped away from the old man. Her eyes were closed, but she willed them open to see what she had done. When she saw Maddox unceremoniously drop him to the ground, Jaden could see that she had nearly taken a large chunk out of his neck. What was worse was, she felt no remorse. In fact, she was thrilled and aroused by the site, which made her feel dirty. What else had the Turn done to her?
Andrew finally glanced up at the girl. He had been unable to even look at her before, for fear of either laughing hysterically at her reaction or throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out. The moans and groans she'd made while feeding were highly arousing and slightly embarrassing. Andrew deeply hoped that upon his first kill, he didn't act in such a way. In the beginning of the Newborn's feeding, Maddox had caught Andrew's eye, and grinned savagely, guessing that Andrew would dearly love to be where the other man was. While trying to divert his attention, he looked around to his teacher, Vanessa, who was inspecting her nails, a look of disapproval on her face. James was smiling sinisterly, a glint of triumph in his eyes. Andrew didn't know who the girl was, but he knew now that this feeding was some sort of victory for the Vampires. Who could she be though, he wondered.
Looking at her, Andrew saw the girl was trembling, as she stared down at her quivering hands. The look on her face was hard to determine, whether she was just thinking, was experiencing some sort of pleasure or was terrified, Andrew didn't know, but he could see by the flush of her cheeks and the raggedness of her breath, she was clearly as aroused as him, if not more. She stumbled away from the corpse, staggering into James. He grabbed her by the elbows, to steady her swaying body. Andrew saw James lean forward and murmur something in the girl's ear. She stiffened and seemed now unable to catch her breath.
"Oh dear God, what have I done?" she gasped, crumpling to her knees, burying her face in her hands, as her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Andrew glanced up at James and saw a mocking smile on his lips. Whatever he'd said to the girl, it had had the desired effect upon her, and Andrew had never seen James happier.
Just as he considered going to her, James' voice snapped him back to attention. "Andrew, take my student back to her chambers," his ultimate superior ordered.
Andrew bowed murmuring a near-coherent "Yes Sir," and pulled the girl to her feet. She seemed incapable of bearing her own weight; Andrew had to half carry her back to her rooms. The whole time, she was silent and trembling like a leaf.
They were nearly there, when around the corner came a troupe of Faithfuls. There must have been six of them or so, causing Andrew to stop dead in his tracks. Clenching his teeth so hard, he thought they would shatter; he allowed the humans to bustle past, nary a drop of blood spilled. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done; he smelled blood, and he knew that along with grinding his teeth, he'd balled his hands into such tight fists that his nails had drawn blood. The smell of it aroused the Lust even more, and his wished nothing more than to turn and go after the humans; but his pitiful state was nothing like that of the girl at his side. She bared her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, her body going rigid. She buried some of her face in Andrew's chest, as if to find some sort of protection from the Lust there.
The effects of the Lust faded from Andrew much faster than they did from the girl. The two of them stood in the hallway, the girl pressed up against his chest, clinging to him, for a moment, though Andrew wished it was more. When they reached her rooms, he led her to her bed, pulled back the covers, and gently guided her between the sheets. "Sleep," he murmured, laying a hand on her forehead, her eyelids drooping. "Sleep," he repeated as he withdrew from the room.
