He started avoiding me then. He would leave for hours on end and he wouldn't even talk to me. I didn't know what I had done wrong. I spent my time inside, letting my bruises fade and heal. But I knew that my emotional scars would never heal. Ever.
It was a few weeks later and I was in the kitchen chopping up chicken. Michael was playing softly on his guitar in the lounge. I wasn't really concentrating I was just chopping mechanically. When suddenly I cut my hand. I winced slightly as I saw the blood starts to trickle out.
Then someone held my hand to their lips. Michael. He started sucking my blood, from a tiny cut. Every instinct I had was screaming for me to run. Or fight. But I didn't I stood there until he had finished licking it. I didn't even feel light-headed. He looked up and his eyes were blue. Not red. I didn't no whether to be worried or not. But he smiled at me, his fangs slowly withdrawing. A single drop of bright red blood fell from them. It fell to the floor staining the dark wood. I watched it fall. I shuddered.
Michael was still holding my hand. I looked up at him. But he was close. Closer then I had expected him to be. He was so close I could see every strand of his beautiful hair. My heart started beating faster as he stared into my eyes and I started into his. He leaned in and kissed me. It was so gentle.
But soon it heated up. My mind was blank. All I knew was him. When suddenly I felt his fangs drop down. I froze but he didn't pull away to bite me. He kept on kissing me and I relaxed. I felt myself smile against their pointed ends. He smiled back…
Suddenly I was moving; fast. I opened my eyes for a second and the world was a blur. Then it stabilised. We were in his room which was dominated by a huge bed. I swallowed quickly. Michael continued to kiss me and I kissed him back. But I was thinking. Was I ready for this? Was I really ready to do this? I had no idea. But I wanted to find out.
He pushed me against the wall of his room. I groaned slightly. That was when I knew. I was really going to do this. I took my hands from around his neck and started un-buttoning his shirt. He stopped kissing me and froze. His hands at the bottom of my shirt, ready to take it off…
"Are you sure Claire? Really?" He whispered in my ear so gently, "If you don't want to I understand…" I kissed him back in response. He smiled against my lips and started to undress me…
I woke up in Michael's room. In his bed and I was naked. I was confused. Why was I here? Then the previous nights events flooded back, I blushed. But I relaxed. I loved Michael, I knew that now. I smiled and snuggled into his bare, muscular chest…
I woke later and Michael was playing with my hair gently. When he saw I was awake he leaned in and kissed me gently. Sexy. I smiled against his cold, but warming lips, and he kissed me a bit harder. I smiled and groaned as the kiss heated up…
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