I don’t have much to say by way of introduction this week. It’s fraught with bad memories from my past, and I know I haven’t been online much. I know I should be over things, but I’m not. So I’ve been binging some of my favorite shows and of course that means Buffy. So this week is vampire inspired. I hope you enjoy!
“What can I do?” Panic held me in its grip as I looked down at his broken body.
The shafts of cross bolts were embedded deep into his body, sticking out of his thighs and torso. He grimace, and when he coughed, blood sputtered from his mouth, making the scene even more gruesome. His arm was bent at an unnatural angle, along with his foot from the rough landing he’d had when he jumped us from the top of the building.
He had jumped. From the top of a building. One of the cross bolts had grazed the side of my shoulder, and his eyes narrowed on the wound, growing black.
“You just had to get involved with a fucking demon, didn’t you?” Jack choked on the viscous red liquid, forcing out the words.
“I didn’t know they were real!” A sob clawed its way up my throat.
“I need blood. You need to get me back to my apartment.”
“You don’t live on campus. I don’t know where you live, actually, and I don’t have a car here!”
“My car. In the north lot.” He rasped.
“That’s across campus.” Hysteria threatened to overtake me as I draped his good arm over my shoulders.
I rushed him between two buildings, wincing every time he hissed. The weight on his broken foot was going to make it difficult to get him to his car at all.
“Can you use mine?” I whispered, afraid of the thought I was voicing out loud. It was something I’d been considering for weeks now.
“I can, but I’d rather not. Not like this.” His gaze was trained away from me, watching or listening for some sign of the threat that followed us.
“Isn’t that the whole reason you should? Won’t the blood heal you or something?”
“I wanted the first time I drank from you to be special.”
Grunting, I leaned him against the wall between the math and science buildings. If there was truly only one of the demons, we would be okay. We could sneak around behind the back of the buildings once I got some blood into him.
A hiss of air through gritted teeth was his only response to me yanking the bolts from his body. Most of them were in the side, and at least one had hit a vital organ. He shouldn’t be able to move at all, since he had definitely been struck in a lung. With all the bolts out, I leaned against his bloodied body gingerly.
“I hardly think now is the time to worry about that, Jack.” I pulled my hair to the side, the tangled mess of mahogany tresses clinging to my sweat drenched skin.
“Your wrist—“
“I’m a fucking writer. You think I don’t know at this point it’s better for vampires to drink from the neck when they’re wounded? Faster for healing?” I arched a brow in challenge.
“Kiana, please.”
Reaching up, he snagged my wrist, but his grip was weak, and he only had one hand. I grabbed my pocket knife, making a small cut on the side of my neck. Shallow, harmless, but enough to bleed. A searing pain came through a second later, the sting dulling quickly, but remaining. His eyes shot to the cut instantly, honing in on the small trickle of liquid.
“Drink.” I ordered.
With the fresh blood capturing his attention, I didn’t have to try again. He dug his good hand into my hair, angling my neck the way he wanted, pressing my body against his. I could feel the warm, wet spots where he bled seeping into my own clothes.
There was no warning. Pain exploded behind my eyelids in a flash as sharp fangs pierced into my flesh. As quickly as it came, it faded. His venom soothed the ache, and behind it came the pleasure. My body floated into a sea of bliss, weightless. I knew when his other arm healed, because it snaked around my waist, trapping me. Like I would ever move.
I ground my hips into him, and he moaned against my neck. His own hips responded with the second roll of mine and I felt the length of him harden beneath me. The feeling of victory was euphoric, like the high I rode as he drank deeply from me.
My hands had snaked around his neck and into his hair. His roamed my body, each deep pull timed to my pulse, which had begun to speed with his touch. Or maybe it was the blood loss, my body compensating for the lost fluid by trying to circulate faster. I pushed the thought away as I felt his fingers slip beneath my waistband.
“You taste divine.” His voice wrapped my mind in a velvet caress, pulling me deeper under.
A groan escaped me, unable to keep it locked away. I heard his low laughter in my mind.His healed leg slipped between my thighs, and I sought the friction against him as I moved.
“Save that for later.” His voice was thick with promise.
I moaned in protest as he removed his mouth, licking over the wound. When he finished, I expected to feel the blood dripping down my shoulder, and I reached up to put pressure over a closed wound.
“Is that part of the magic?” I gasped, my body sagging as he held me up.
“Which part?” He grinned, his mouth a bloody mess, making the sight unnerving rather than rakish.
“I’m not bleeding to death. You closed the wound?”
“Yes, that’s a part of the magic. Come now, we need to get away from here before they catch up to you. Can I take you somewhere safe?” His brows bunched, concern driving away his momentary happiness.
“Of course. Please get me as far away from the demon as possible.” I nodded my agreement.
“Excellent.”
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