Disclaimer:
Anything you recognise belongs to the creative genius that is Charlaine Harris and/or Alan Ball. I'm just playing around with their universe(s).
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9
TruBlood wasn't that bad after a minute in the microwave, as it turned out. The warm flow of the synthetic blood into her mouth was more like the real thing, though the flavour was still lacking. And of course, there was no pulse, no smell of fear, no adrenaline in the blood.
Irin practically bounced with excitement as she hurried to gulp down the three bottles of LifeFlow her guardian insisted she finish before he would let her near the human he'd promised to bring her. His company had come at the very steep price of absolutely no hunting, and while she didn't want to hurt humans, the instincts in her new body screamed so loudly at her to hunt, drain and kill that it was almost painful not to give in.
"Isabel has bought you new clothes and placed them in my closet."
She turned her eyes to Godric's pale face without removing the last bottle from her lips, to let him know that she was listening. He demanded respect – she hadn't forgotten his strong hand on her neck nor his firm gaze when he had stopped her from growling at that man on the screen that made him tense up. His fangs in her flesh after she'd bitten him in frustration were also in fresh recollection.
He looked about her age, maybe even a year or two younger, but she wasn't fooled by his appearance – any vampire would be able to sense the power and authority rolling off him, and even without looking into his old-soul, blue eyes she knew he was ancient. As a human she would have been attracted to his good looks, but as the broken thing she had turned into it was those calm, wise eyes that had pulled her in when she saw him in the park for the first time; he radiated serenity. A pang of the wild hope she'd felt when she saw him sitting on that bench without attacking her shot through her, and she quickly put down the now-empty bottle on the kitchen counter and spun around so she could fling herself into his arms and place a grateful, red kiss on his chin.
Godric's one, dark eyebrow shot up as she nuzzled her head into his chest. "It is just clothes, kitten. You can pick out your own when you have enough control to be among humans."
"Mmhm," she hummed, frowning when he gently but easily pried her arms off him and pushed her one, small step back.
"Your donor is here," he explained at her sulky face. "And after, I wish to talk to you about your turning and the teleportation powers you seem to possess."
Irin had stopped paying attention after 'your donor is here', and he had to grab her by the back of the T-shirt to keep her from running off in pursuit of the human.
"Stay calm, Child," he sighed when she shot him a dirty glare. "And remember; if you harm this person you will not taste human blood for a very, very long time. Have I made myself clear?"
The firm gaze from those blue eyes made her stop fighting against his grip and lower her own to the floor. "Yes, master."
He winced almost unnoticeably. "Godric. Call me Godric. Or maker or Father, if you will, but never master."
She blinked in surprise; her actual maker had taken great pleasure in forcing her to call him master in their short and unpleasant time together. She had just assumed that this was a maker's true title.
"Godric," she humoured him, grabbing his hand – she just felt better, safer, when she could touch him. "Can we go see the human now? Please?" There was a living, breathing human in the house – for her – and if she didn't get to taste it soon she felt like she would implode with excitement.
"I suppose there's no point in postponing it," he muttered, taking the lead to the reception room where a young man sat calmly waiting.
He was absolutely beautiful. He had shoulder length, slightly tousled brown hair, golden-brown eyes and exotically handsome features including sensitive lips and full brows. His neck was long and strong, and she felt her mouth water at the sight of the taut tendons.
His face lit up in amusement just as Godric sighed softly next to her, and she realised that she had been whining with anticipation. If she had had a human's blood flow she would have blushed.
"My Daughter is very young," the older vampire explained dryly. "I expect that the agency has explained the services we will be needing this evening?"
The young man nodded, brown eyes moving from her to Godric as he stood up. "Yes, sir. My brief says training of a younger, female vampire, non-specific number of bites but only above waist level. No intercourse. Before we begin I need to ensure that you are aware of the company policy that full payment must be made straight after the session, and that any and all marks must be completely healed."
Godric's only reply was a single nod before he let Irin – still with her hand clasped firmly in his – down it the hallway, leaving the human to follow. He finally stopped inside a small bedroom, closing the door behind them.
The human sat down on the bed as if he felt very at home and started loosening his shirt, revealing more smooth, tanned skin and hard muscle.
Another whimper escaped Irin's lips; she really, really wanted to sink her fangs into that deliciously-scented body, though the hunger that had driven her when she had lived wild was nowhere near as insatiable now. But he looked so tasty!
"Irin."
Godric's commanding tone made her tear her eyes from the man's inviting skin and to her guardian's deepblue eyes.
"I want you to remember that he is a person, even as his blood touches your tongue. He has a family, a life, a soul. He is letting you feed from his lifeblood, from the same essence that you were created from when you were human; he deserves your outmost respect."
She furrowed her brows at him; this was not exactly what she wanted to hear when her instincts were craving that she sate her hunger – who wanted to think of their meal as having feelings and a family?!
"Kitten." He grabbed her chin. "Can you do this?"
The redhead pouted at him for good measures, but there was no way she'd let him take the human away when he was this close. "Yes, Godric."
The man on the bed chuckled softly at her, and she shot him a curious glance – a non-terrified human was a completely new experience for her. No, there was not even a hint of apprehension on his face, and the steady beat of his heart showed no sign of fear.
"Tell her your name," the older vampire instructed the human as he released her chin.
"My name is Alexander, miss," he obeyed easily.
Irin's gaze ripped from her new maker's face to Alexander the second her face was free of his grasp, her entire body still so she wouldn't pounce on him and have Godric intervene. The vein in his neck throbbed invitingly.
"Keep your eyes on his, kitten. Remember, he's a person."
A small, involuntary growl was released from her throat as she forced her gaze from his neck. There was an amused sparkle in the warm, golden-brown eyes that met her; her prey thought she was amusing.
"Is this funny to you?" she asked, incredulous.
"You are not the first baby vamp I've met," he said, a full smile slipping onto his face. "It is quite cute to see you struggle to keep your eyes off my neck."
How rude! "I could rip your throat out!" she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Your daddy wouldn't let you," he teased gently.
She blanched at the mention of Godric, quickly shifting her gaze to him to ensure he wasn't going to punish her by taking away Alexander for threatening him.
The dark-haired vampire was leaning up against the wall, his arms folded over his chest as he watched her. "He's right," he simply stated. "No harm will come to a human under my roof."
Well, then. She turned her attention back to Alexander, glaring at him before her eyes slipped back to his gorgeous neck.
"Eyes, kitten," Godric's voice chided.
Oh, this was just so frustrating!
She forced herself to stare into Alexander's eyes as she slowly moved over to the bed, inhaling his intoxicating scent. Her fangs popped out and she groaned in relief – her gums had been aching since she first saw him.
"You will need to sit on his lap to best reach," her mentor instructed.
Alexander leaned back a little, resting his weight on his hands to give her more room.
It took all her willpower to keep looking at his face as she climbed up on his lap and the heat from his blood pressed against her thighs. Of their own accord her arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck, and a happy purr rumbled through her chest as she sniffed in. Ooh, he was delicious, teasing personality or not!
"You will need to stop as soon as his heartbeat starts to slow." Godric had appeared next to them, kneeling behind the human and brushing his long hair to the side.
Her eyes immediately zoned in to where the vampire's finger graced that sweet vein her fangs yearned to dig into.
"And be gentle – remember; he is showing you a great honour in sharing his blood with you. So what do you need to think about while you drink?"
Irin simply did not possess the type of self-control it would have taken to look away from the hypnotic stroking of pale fingers against tan skin and that throbbing vein, but she knew she would have to answer before he'd let her bite. "Alexander – honour – slowing heartbeat," she managed with a soft moan, leaning in closer to the warm body and clutching her fingers in his long hair.
Godric sighed. "Good girl. Now, give his skin a lick before you bite – it will make it less painful." He removed his hands, and she instantly placed her mouth over the vein, licking the clean skin. He tasted like musk and life, and she found that she enjoyed it and the way his breath hitched when she repeated it a bit slower before carefully placing her fangs against the drum of his pulse and piercing through.
Alexander groaned once, but his body remained relaxed, which was completely different to when she'd had a human before – they'd all struggled wildly. Irin found that she enjoyed his willing surrender, and moaned at the flavour of his blood – the bitter tang of fear was not present, and the fact that he wasn't struggling let her enjoy the full range of sensations feeding brought. She felt warm, alive, in tune with this man as he gave her his lifeblood.
Her arms wrapped around his body as she pulled herself closer, rubbing up against him as her lips sucked against his neck, gently to not hurt him but still deeply. This was the best feeling in the universe; this symbiosis, this human. Irin heard his soft moans of pleasure echo her own and she pressed in closer, wishing to be fully one with him as she took his blood into her.
But all too soon the strong heartbeat that had been drumming comfortingly against her chest started to slow. Too soon, she needed more of him…
"Kitten," Godric's gentle voice reminded her.
If she hurt him she would not get to do this again.
With some unknown inner strength she pulled away from his neck, bracing herself on his shoulder.
"Always lick the wounds clean."
She obliged, sighing longingly as his blood once again touched her tongue before she managed to move her mouth from him and look up at his face to thank him – because it seemed like something Godric would want her to do.
His golden-brown eyes were hooded and something about the way he looked at her made the hunger inside of her stir in a new way. She blinked, puzzled over how his blood heated up her body, sending tingling sensations through her limbs.
It wasn't before she realised that something hard nudged at her where she was straddling him that she remembered what kind of hunger that was.
Black fear slammed shut over her mind as the memory of the pain and terror washed over her.
He dared! She would rip out his throat before she would let anyone hurt her like that again!
Her furious growl vibrated through the room as she swiftly and easily pushed him down on the bed to strike.
"Irin, no!"
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A/N:
I'm sorry about the long break in updating this fic – I'm trying to get 'I See You' finished before I start grad school later this month so I can focus on this fic only next to my studies.