You fill my veins with black poisoned blood… [take_meunder]
It’s been two months and my wounds have long since healed…at least the flesh wounds. The emotional ones still run deep, Ely and I have been at odds ever since we left Montana; some of our clan has left as well. It’s for the best, they were getting tired of cattle blood and their dangerous games were going to get us all caught.
I’ve worked too hard to let that turn to dust.
Apparently Ely hasn’t gotten that memo. I know what he’s been doing, slipping out just before dawn and finding himself some lowlife whore to feed on. He didn’t kill her; just enough to make her dazed and him sedated for the moment. But I knew better, I knew him better than I think he knows himself. Even if I didn’t, I’d know when he came back and kissed me; I can not only smell it on his breath but I can taste it.
It’s silent torture.
That metallic taste as it flows over my tongue, the smallest hint of the night’s meal seeping into my mouth and driving my senses crazy. It’s taken so much of me not to go back to the old ways.
To go hunting again.
I want to hunt. God, do I want to. The idea and memory of hunting that prey and finding the right opportunity to drain them dry, making them weak with want so they hold onto you ‘til their life fades away from their eyes. The way their blood tastes as it floods the mouth and throat; the only thought on your mind is more.
Not going to happen. I’m not falling back to the old ways and if Ely keeps it up he’s going to get us captured. It’s been two months and he so easily forgets that we were nearly wiped out by a Hunter bent on revenge. We can’t have slipup’s that are going to get us caught. I refuse to have us get killed over his desire.
If he wanted real blood there are plenty of hospitals to break into to take the edge off.
Cattle blood is the safest and it needs to stay that way. We can slip in and out of towns without so much as a second glance. It’s not an ideal way to live for a vampire but it’s what helps us get by, it’s lasted this long. We’ve spent so long under the radar. We can’t lose our ground now. We just can’t.
Taking a deep breath I shift in the chair by the window, waiting for Ely’s return as the sun starts to edge it’s way to the surface. Ely’s hunger has made him careless for the time and the sunrise, the sun is almost out when the door finally opens, the worry I feel bottoming out in my stomach and turning to fear. “Ely?”
“Lenore.” I watch as he starts to pull his clothes off, stripping down to nothing but his jeans before he finally kneels in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist and keeping me to him. “You should come out with us.” I can smell the blood and fear on his lips, my stomach clenches and aches with want, as the scent does nothing but get stronger. “We miss you out there, Lenore. You were always so good…”
Before I can protest or move away his lips are on mine, his fang cuts his lip as he lets his human enriched blood flow into my mouth. A growl escapes my lips and I feel him pull me from the chair and over to our bed, his body soon hard pressed against mine as his fingers dig roughly into my skin.
He’s soon panting above me like an animal in heat, his body pressed hard against mine as his hands make frantic movements to rid me of my clothes. The stolen blood still sharp on my lips as I felt him pull my jeans open and as soon as I felt the button pop my eyes shot open, the knowledge of what he was doing and what was going on hitting me like cold water.
“No.” I shoved him off of me and stood up, fixing my clothes and brushing my hair roughly away from my face, nothing but fury in my eyes. “I know what you’re trying to do, Ely. It’s not going to work, you’re not going to go and feed and come back here to screw my brains out and dose me with blood, I won’t let you get me addicted to it again. I’ve fought too long and hard - for myself and all of us - for some chance of survival. If you want to go and get yourself caught then you do it. Leave me out of it.”
Quickly I turned on my heel and headed towards the door, stopping as my hand turned the knob and realizing that the sun was going to be up soon. I’d have to take the tunnels or wait and there was no way I was staying here. Not with that taste still so fresh in my mouth, it felt like I was the one that fed…
Licking my lips I headed down to the boards that covered up the entrance to the tunnel and slipped in, pulling my jacket over my shoulders and digging my hands into my pockets as I headed towards town.
*~*~*
It was long past dark, but I was anxious about coming above ground. I don’t know what happened with Ely after I left; for all I knew he could have told the others I was after him and they could be trying to come after me…
I had to get out, get away from them once and for all. It was best for everyone; I tried my best and it wasn’t enough. They didn’t want to go by the new way and…
One can only do so much.
Licking my lips and using my fingers to brush through my hair again I slipped out of the tunnel, fixing my jacket and heading down the main strip of the small town we were in. I decided to head towards the bar, no place better to be at the moment. I could lose myself in some alcohol until I could figure out the best plan of action would be…
I’ve worked too hard to let that turn to dust.
Apparently Ely hasn’t gotten that memo. I know what he’s been doing, slipping out just before dawn and finding himself some lowlife whore to feed on. He didn’t kill her; just enough to make her dazed and him sedated for the moment. But I knew better, I knew him better than I think he knows himself. Even if I didn’t, I’d know when he came back and kissed me; I can not only smell it on his breath but I can taste it.
It’s silent torture.
That metallic taste as it flows over my tongue, the smallest hint of the night’s meal seeping into my mouth and driving my senses crazy. It’s taken so much of me not to go back to the old ways.
To go hunting again.
I want to hunt. God, do I want to. The idea and memory of hunting that prey and finding the right opportunity to drain them dry, making them weak with want so they hold onto you ‘til their life fades away from their eyes. The way their blood tastes as it floods the mouth and throat; the only thought on your mind is more.
Not going to happen. I’m not falling back to the old ways and if Ely keeps it up he’s going to get us captured. It’s been two months and he so easily forgets that we were nearly wiped out by a Hunter bent on revenge. We can’t have slipup’s that are going to get us caught. I refuse to have us get killed over his desire.
If he wanted real blood there are plenty of hospitals to break into to take the edge off.
Cattle blood is the safest and it needs to stay that way. We can slip in and out of towns without so much as a second glance. It’s not an ideal way to live for a vampire but it’s what helps us get by, it’s lasted this long. We’ve spent so long under the radar. We can’t lose our ground now. We just can’t.
Taking a deep breath I shift in the chair by the window, waiting for Ely’s return as the sun starts to edge it’s way to the surface. Ely’s hunger has made him careless for the time and the sunrise, the sun is almost out when the door finally opens, the worry I feel bottoming out in my stomach and turning to fear. “Ely?”
“Lenore.” I watch as he starts to pull his clothes off, stripping down to nothing but his jeans before he finally kneels in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist and keeping me to him. “You should come out with us.” I can smell the blood and fear on his lips, my stomach clenches and aches with want, as the scent does nothing but get stronger. “We miss you out there, Lenore. You were always so good…”
Before I can protest or move away his lips are on mine, his fang cuts his lip as he lets his human enriched blood flow into my mouth. A growl escapes my lips and I feel him pull me from the chair and over to our bed, his body soon hard pressed against mine as his fingers dig roughly into my skin.
He’s soon panting above me like an animal in heat, his body pressed hard against mine as his hands make frantic movements to rid me of my clothes. The stolen blood still sharp on my lips as I felt him pull my jeans open and as soon as I felt the button pop my eyes shot open, the knowledge of what he was doing and what was going on hitting me like cold water.
“No.” I shoved him off of me and stood up, fixing my clothes and brushing my hair roughly away from my face, nothing but fury in my eyes. “I know what you’re trying to do, Ely. It’s not going to work, you’re not going to go and feed and come back here to screw my brains out and dose me with blood, I won’t let you get me addicted to it again. I’ve fought too long and hard - for myself and all of us - for some chance of survival. If you want to go and get yourself caught then you do it. Leave me out of it.”
Quickly I turned on my heel and headed towards the door, stopping as my hand turned the knob and realizing that the sun was going to be up soon. I’d have to take the tunnels or wait and there was no way I was staying here. Not with that taste still so fresh in my mouth, it felt like I was the one that fed…
Licking my lips I headed down to the boards that covered up the entrance to the tunnel and slipped in, pulling my jacket over my shoulders and digging my hands into my pockets as I headed towards town.
*~*~*
It was long past dark, but I was anxious about coming above ground. I don’t know what happened with Ely after I left; for all I knew he could have told the others I was after him and they could be trying to come after me…
I had to get out, get away from them once and for all. It was best for everyone; I tried my best and it wasn’t enough. They didn’t want to go by the new way and…
One can only do so much.
Licking my lips and using my fingers to brush through my hair again I slipped out of the tunnel, fixing my jacket and heading down the main strip of the small town we were in. I decided to head towards the bar, no place better to be at the moment. I could lose myself in some alcohol until I could figure out the best plan of action would be…