Tender Mercies
Mina could smell blood in the air, it mattered not that it was hers. The scent was pungent and fresh as it tempted her nose and called to the beast within.
“Can I get you something, Mrs. Harker?”
His face swam before her, his voice barely discernable beyond the roar of need in her head.
She struggled to lift her hand from the blankets they’d piled on her, but her arm was leaden, weakened by her illness. “Not now, Tom… not now.” Those were her words, but within, her body called out for him to come closer.
“Alright, then. I’ll stay here until you need me. Jekyll’s in the lab working on something.” There was much that her body needed. She required blood. At the rate that she was burning through the blood she consumed, she would be dry in a matter of hours. She would bleed out into oblivion if Doctor Jekyll failed to find the solution. She desired sex. It was among her baser instincts and this close to death it was almost as important her next breath or taste of blood.
Now, with Tom Sawyer perched on the edge of her bed, her whole body was drawn to him. He would give it to her. He would give her blood… and more. He would.
She slid her hand from his and wrapped her fingers around his wrist. Mina’s vision cleared as the beast swam up to the surface for a breath of fresh meat available on the chopping block. Drawing his hand up toward her face Tom had to lean over her body, half bracing himself with his available hand.
“I think it was a mistake for the others to leave you to my tender mercies, Tom… what would you do if I decided to devour you right here?”
“Wha... what?” He was staring at her lips as they parted just over his wrist. “Mina… wait.”
She gave him a knowing smile. “You’ve wanted me all this time, Tom… do you expect me to believe that you haven’t dreamt of my mouth on you… my lips pulling blood from your body… my tongue sliding over your pulse.”
He was lost in her spell, his eyes barely responded to the sharp bite of pain as her teeth sank into his skin.
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