I was sleeping soundly in my bed when I started to feel irritated. I felt as if I was on fire. I couldn't take the pain anymore. I shot my eyes open to see what the problem was. I shouldn't have done that. The sun dug into my sensitive eyes like burning daggers. I shot them closed and screamed in pain. My body was burning. I hid under the sheets but it didn't help. "TREEEEEEEEENNNNNNTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed in pain. I kept trying to escape but the more I moved the more it burned. I can hear foot steps coming closer to me but I was in too much pain to worry. I screamed his name again. "Treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnntttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" then I heard his voice.
"Oh shit." He hissed. Then I heard a window close and curtains being drawn. It stopped burning, but it still hurt like hell.
"Gwen are you ok?" he said coming close to me. I was balled up in a corner of the bed, and my skin felt like it was on fire. "I am so sorry. I forgot to close and cover the windows." He said removing the sheets. I carefully opened my eyes to see his hurt face examining me.
I sat up carefully and looked down at myself. I had burn marks along me whole body. "I am so sorry. I'm not used to living with a new born." He explained looking at the burns. "Are you ok?" he asked. His voice was full of concern and pain. But I was furious.
"Ok? Do I look like I am fucking ok?" I yelled as hot tears fell from my burning eyes. "I feel like I'm on fire. I feel like I was thrown into hell. And this could have been avoided." I yelled.
"Gwen I am so sorry. I made you breakfast downstairs and I started to clean up some stuff, and…" he explained but I cu him short.
"And it didn't occur to you once that I was sleeping in sunlight? That I could have died?" I hissed. I looked at my arms again and cried some more.
"I told you. I'm not used to living with a new born. I've only been around a new born once and that was Bridgett when she turned. You're the first new born I've been around a lot. I forgot." He said. I looked him in the eyes as he finished his speech. "I am really sorry." He whispered.
I looked down at myself again. "Sorry wont heal these burns." I sighed.
"No, but a drink will." He said with a smile. "Vampire school is now in session. Lesson 1, How to Bite." He said sitting up on the bed.
"Biting is 1 of the most important things you must learn in the first few days, or you'll die." He explained.
"Your one positive teacher." I replied.
"Get dressed, and we'll finish this lesson." He smirked. I got up leaving behind the sheet, the only coverage I had, and walked to the dresser. I opened it up and picked out an outfit. I got dressed there and walked back to the bed.
I couldn't help but laugh at Trent's expression. "Get used to that. We're married." I said crossing my jean covered legs. Trent looked at the ceiling and mouth 'thank you' then he looked back at me.
"Um back to the lesson." He said clearing his thought.
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"Ok many vampires think it's easy and it is. The hard part is picking the spot." Trent explained tracing my neck. "The neck is the easiest." He smirked. "But still hard." He said getting serious.
I raised my hand and he nodded. "Professor 2 questions. Why is it so hard?" I asked in a child tone.
"If you pick the wrong spot, your victim might bleed to death." He explained.
"Oh, and what time is lunch?" I asked joking.
"You didn't have breakfast yet and you're thinking about lunch? And after you leave to bite properly." He answered.
"Ok to find the spot is difficult." He said getting serious again. "You need to look for a spot where you sense the least amount of blood flowing." He explained.
"The least?" I echoed.
"You didn't raise you hand. Would you like to be punished?" he asked flirty.
"I didn't think you were serious on the school thing." I joked back.
"I'm not, just playing. Now," I interrupted him again.
"Sorry but can we hurry? You said blood can heal me, and I am still in pain here." I said cringing slightly.
"Then stop interrupting. If you miss when you bite it can be fatal." He said serious. "Yes, your tongue can scene where the least amount flows, then bite down, drink, and remove your teeth." He explained.
"That's it?" I asked.
"It sound easy, but it's not. Come downstairs, I have squirrels you can practice on." He said grabbing my hands.
I cringed because they were burned too. "Squirrels?" I echoed as we raced down the steps.
"I know they're small, but they're easier to catch and people get mad when dogs and cats go missing." He said.
"Why not you? And mind loosening your grip, my hand hurts enough." I hissed.
"Sorry, and what did I just tell you? Bite me wrong and I'm dead." He said as we entered the living room. He quickly closed and covered the windows and in the middle of the room was a cage of 20 shaved squirrels. "They're shaved so it's easier on you." He said. "Come here." He said motioning with his hand for me to sit by him.
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I took out a bald squirrel and I began to feel disgusted.
"Just glide your tongue on it, and find the coldest area you can find." He explained. I looked at the terrified critter in my hands.
"I can't." I explained. "The poor thing." I said nearly crying. Trent sighed then he scratched the animal and it began to bleed. The smell was intoxicating. Not as good as Trent smelled, or the officer, but dam for a squirrel it smelled good. I felt my fangs come down but then I was stuck. I looked at it, like I didn't know what it was.
"Look for a cold spot. But not took cold." He explained. I didn't want to, but I slid my tongue up the bald body and felt a cold spot. Then I felt a spot that felt like it was on fire. With out though I plunged my teeth into it there.
"No Gwen, that spot kills him. We want him to live." Trent explained as I sucked him dry.
"Opsie." I said holding up the limp animal.
"That's ok, that's why he's got friends." Trent said grabbing another squirrel.
After about 18 squirrels there was 2 left. I proceed again. This time I did puncher the cold spot are and drank from the squirrel and stopped before he died.
"Gwen you did it. You know how to bite." Trent cheered grabbing the limp, but alive squirrel from my fingers. "You ok?" he asked looking at me. I fainted on the floor.
"Soooo much blood." I whimpered shaking my head. "I feel like I'm going to puke." I groaned.
"Then I guess breakfast is a no. You relax here. I'm going to go raccoon and possum hunting." He said I turned over and gave him a questionable face. "Just because you bit correctly once doesn't mean you're perfect. You still need training before you can bite me with out assistance." He giggled putting away the caged squirrels then helping me to a couch.
"You always know here to bite me." I said.
"I am used to it. I've been eating humans for over 1,000 years." He explained. Then I closed my eyes and took a nap. But it wasn't long until he came in empty handed.
"I thought you where going hunting?" I asked.
"I'll do that latter. Now we need to go to a coven meeting." He said helping me up.
"A meeting?" I asked.
"Yeah, and its formal, so dress up." He said. I walked up stairs to get ready. It occurred to me then that I still haven't seen the whole house, I guess I'll do that latter.