He walks out of the room and it's like someone let the air out of me, I just crumple. I stagger over and sit on the couch putting my head in my hands.
What am I doing? He's never going to look at me the same. He wants more, I want more. Being friends is not what either of us really want. Fuck, everything is going to be so fucking awkward now.
I sit and feel hopeless while listening to him move around in the bedroom. Then he goes silent and I know he has to be sitting there like me thinking about this.
I can't take the silence.
Fuck it. Nothing can be worse than this.
I go to the kitchen, get a glass, sit it on the bench and hold my wrist over it then pop the vein with my nail. I watch as my blood flows into it. He won't need much so I stop at a few mouthfuls. I heal myself, then pick it up and walk into the bedroom.
He is sitting on the edge of the bed. I put the glass on the dresser near the door. I open my mouth but can't say anything so I just look at him then walk out. He wants the truth, he can drink that and then he will know, then he can hate me and it will be over and done with
I walk out onto the balcony and grip the railing and try not to cry cause that's what girls do and I'm not a fucking girl anymore so I'm not going to cry. I won't.
I watch him set the glass on the table then leave. Looking at the glass I can see and smell the blood, but it's mostly water. I jump up knowing he is giving me the chance to understand.
Grabbing the glass I lift it to my lips and the smell makes me heady and my knees weak. As soon as it touches my tongue I stagger back from the sweetness and smooth taste.
I lick my lips and down the rest of it before dropping the glass and stepping back to the bed which I fall on. I am surrounded with his taste and smell... and pain.
Closing my eyes I concentrate on that...wait - I... my eyes fly open. Elizabeth?! I sense his fear, his pain, his needs... That's what it is!
Jumping up from the bed I run out into the living room, but he isn't there! I turn but then I see him out on the deck. Running I open the glass door and grab him by the shoulders and turn him.
His eyes look red as if he might want to cry. I take his face in my hands and smile at him before bringing him to me and taking his mouth. Kissing him passionately, the way I've been aching to do for so long!
My fingers slip back into his hair as I continue to ravish his mouth. Finally I pull back with a huge smile on my face, "Like I said, perfect. Made," I wiggle my eyebrows, "just for me."
My body has been reacting, kissing him back, but my mind is still in shock and I just stare at him for a bit then it sinks in and I start to smile.
"You don't hate me?" My smile grows with my realisation. "You don't hate me." I'm starting to feel like a grinning clown. "You don't fucking hate me!" I laugh out loud sounding a bit like a maniac.
Then I am grabbing my head and taking great lungfuls of air. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" I look at him and all the stress and worry I've been doing about this just floods up out of me.
I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. "Oh Tell...." Then I do start to cry. An outpouring of so much emotional turmoil and happiness.
I hold him tightly and and kiss his temple, "I could never hate you Ethan. I adore you. If it's your past that you thought I'd hate you for remember what world we live in now."
Pushing him back slightly so I can look into his eyes I smile softly, "We are vampires, Lord Gabriel has wolves, Lord Marlon's clan shape shift, there's a dude that sits on Council that shifts into a dragon!"
Smiling I kiss his lips softly and wink, "You used to be female, pretty lame comparatively. It's who you are that I want, not what you are or once were."
I think I may be the luckiest person alive, well, dead, well just the luckiest.
I smile then laugh softly as I wipe my face with the back of my hand. "Yeah, compared to that it is kinda lame isn't it."
One thing sharing my blood with him would have done is take the need away to explain how everything works. Obviously he must be okay with that as well.
My smile gets bigger. I put my hands up on the rail behind me then lift my ass up and sit on it. "This is the best day of my life." I hook my legs around his hips and pull him closer then sling my arms over his shoulders and around his neck. I grin at him. "And you're the best." Then I lean in and kiss him, this time I'm fully aware of the feel of his mouth on mine.
What am I doing? He's never going to look at me the same. He wants more, I want more. Being friends is not what either of us really want. Fuck, everything is going to be so fucking awkward now.
I sit and feel hopeless while listening to him move around in the bedroom. Then he goes silent and I know he has to be sitting there like me thinking about this.
I can't take the silence.
Fuck it. Nothing can be worse than this.
I go to the kitchen, get a glass, sit it on the bench and hold my wrist over it then pop the vein with my nail. I watch as my blood flows into it. He won't need much so I stop at a few mouthfuls. I heal myself, then pick it up and walk into the bedroom.
He is sitting on the edge of the bed. I put the glass on the dresser near the door. I open my mouth but can't say anything so I just look at him then walk out. He wants the truth, he can drink that and then he will know, then he can hate me and it will be over and done with
I walk out onto the balcony and grip the railing and try not to cry cause that's what girls do and I'm not a fucking girl anymore so I'm not going to cry. I won't.
Reply
Grabbing the glass I lift it to my lips and the smell makes me heady and my knees weak. As soon as it touches my tongue I stagger back from the sweetness and smooth taste.
I lick my lips and down the rest of it before dropping the glass and stepping back to the bed which I fall on. I am surrounded with his taste and smell... and pain.
Closing my eyes I concentrate on that...wait - I... my eyes fly open. Elizabeth?! I sense his fear, his pain, his needs... That's what it is!
Jumping up from the bed I run out into the living room, but he isn't there! I turn but then I see him out on the deck. Running I open the glass door and grab him by the shoulders and turn him.
His eyes look red as if he might want to cry. I take his face in my hands and smile at him before bringing him to me and taking his mouth. Kissing him passionately, the way I've been aching to do for so long!
My fingers slip back into his hair as I continue to ravish his mouth. Finally I pull back with a huge smile on my face, "Like I said, perfect. Made," I wiggle my eyebrows, "just for me."
Reply
"You don't hate me?" My smile grows with my realisation. "You don't hate me." I'm starting to feel like a grinning clown. "You don't fucking hate me!" I laugh out loud sounding a bit like a maniac.
Then I am grabbing my head and taking great lungfuls of air. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" I look at him and all the stress and worry I've been doing about this just floods up out of me.
I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. "Oh Tell...." Then I do start to cry. An outpouring of so much emotional turmoil and happiness.
Reply
Pushing him back slightly so I can look into his eyes I smile softly, "We are vampires, Lord Gabriel has wolves, Lord Marlon's clan shape shift, there's a dude that sits on Council that shifts into a dragon!"
Smiling I kiss his lips softly and wink, "You used to be female, pretty lame comparatively. It's who you are that I want, not what you are or once were."
Reply
I smile then laugh softly as I wipe my face with the back of my hand. "Yeah, compared to that it is kinda lame isn't it."
One thing sharing my blood with him would have done is take the need away to explain how everything works. Obviously he must be okay with that as well.
My smile gets bigger. I put my hands up on the rail behind me then lift my ass up and sit on it. "This is the best day of my life." I hook my legs around his hips and pull him closer then sling my arms over his shoulders and around his neck. I grin at him. "And you're the best." Then I lean in and kiss him, this time I'm fully aware of the feel of his mouth on mine.
Reply
Leave a comment