and kissed me hard, and from there things got carried away. Passionate kisses, breathing him in, smelling his scent, his sweat, his blood, kissing, touching … fucking – wildly, madly, lustfully. And then he said, “Bite me.” And in the state I was in, full of desire and lust, at the edge of my passions, I didn’t think twice. I felt my teeth tingling, lengthening, and I sank them into his throat.
This time there was no struggle, no confusion. I felt him wince as my teeth sank through his flesh, but only for a second. Then he sighed, and as I drank his delicious life giving blood, he caressed my body with his fingers. It was heavenly, and in the well fed state I was in I didn’t lose myself in the feeding frenzy of the night before. I stopped, way before the unconscious stage, and withdrew my teeth.
“My turn,” he said, and picked up a knife from beside the fire. It glowed orange, leaping with flames reflected from the fire.
I bent my neck to the side, opening the left side for him, and he cut, making a small slice. I closed my eyes at the pain, and felt blood swell to the surface. He dropped the knife, and licked at the blood that had started to run down my neck. And then he sucked, swallowing my blood, and as he did he hardened against me, and he pushed my knickers aside, roughly, and he was inside me again. As he drank, we fucked, and we fucked, and delirious, crazed, lost in our actions, I was confused when he picked up the knife again. What was he doing? He raised it up, and as I watched he held it between us, and then, in the fastest motion he brought it across his throat, and blood, life blood, spurted, sprayed over me.
I watched the spray of blood in shock, mesmerised. The smell … my teeth extended, wanting to drink, but Adam, he collapsed on top of me, and I had to do something. I pushed him off and bit my wrist again, for my neck had already healed, and pushed it to his mouth.
But he didn’t suck.
He didn’t do anything.
I listened for a heartbeat.
I couldn’t hear it.
Fuck.
What the fuck had he done?
He was dead.
Chapter 7
Or was he ? Did he mean to turn himself into a vampire? Had he suspected from the start, had my eyes given me away? Or was he that reckless, that lost to his previous life, that he could do such a thing? Take such a risk?
Would he come back as a vampire? Or was he just dead?
I did not know.
I didn’t know what had happened to me, what Luca had done. Luca. How he’d made me feel , but he’d destroyed my life. What he’d done to me – it had led to so many things. To this. To more destruction of life.…
What was I going to do? If Adam was going to come back, how long would it be? I had no fucking clue. What the hell should I do?
I looked down at his face – pale, blood smeared, a shadow of his former self. If he came back … this wouldn’t be a secret anymore … I’d have company. We could live in the woods together, feed off animals together. We could have a semblance of a life.
Hope flickered within me. This could be a good thing.
I looked around at all his things. If I cleared this up, took his body, and his things, the campsite owners would just think he’d packed up and left. There would be no police, no scene. How often did he check in with his family? Not often, I reckoned.
I nodded to myself, then kicked into action. I put down his tent, wedging his things into an old Karrimor rucksack, tying his tent to the bottom, throwing water on the fire, over the blood, cleaning up the scene. I put the rucksack over both my shoulders and then picked up Adam’s body in my arms. Ha! Vampire strength had its uses. I gave the scene one final check before leaping back over the stream and taking Adam to my daytime hideaway.
I didn’t want to leave him in case he woke up and freaked, and ran off. Out of control. What if
This time there was no struggle, no confusion. I felt him wince as my teeth sank through his flesh, but only for a second. Then he sighed, and as I drank his delicious life giving blood, he caressed my body with his fingers. It was heavenly, and in the well fed state I was in I didn’t lose myself in the feeding frenzy of the night before. I stopped, way before the unconscious stage, and withdrew my teeth.
“My turn,” he said, and picked up a knife from beside the fire. It glowed orange, leaping with flames reflected from the fire.
I bent my neck to the side, opening the left side for him, and he cut, making a small slice. I closed my eyes at the pain, and felt blood swell to the surface. He dropped the knife, and licked at the blood that had started to run down my neck. And then he sucked, swallowing my blood, and as he did he hardened against me, and he pushed my knickers aside, roughly, and he was inside me again. As he drank, we fucked, and we fucked, and delirious, crazed, lost in our actions, I was confused when he picked up the knife again. What was he doing? He raised it up, and as I watched he held it between us, and then, in the fastest motion he brought it across his throat, and blood, life blood, spurted, sprayed over me.
I watched the spray of blood in shock, mesmerised. The smell … my teeth extended, wanting to drink, but Adam, he collapsed on top of me, and I had to do something. I pushed him off and bit my wrist again, for my neck had already healed, and pushed it to his mouth.
But he didn’t suck.
He didn’t do anything.
I listened for a heartbeat.
I couldn’t hear it.
Fuck.
What the fuck had he done?
He was dead.
Chapter 7
Or was he ? Did he mean to turn himself into a vampire? Had he suspected from the start, had my eyes given me away? Or was he that reckless, that lost to his previous life, that he could do such a thing? Take such a risk?
Would he come back as a vampire? Or was he just dead?
I did not know.
I didn’t know what had happened to me, what Luca had done. Luca. How he’d made me feel , but he’d destroyed my life. What he’d done to me – it had led to so many things. To this. To more destruction of life.…
What was I going to do? If Adam was going to come back, how long would it be? I had no fucking clue. What the hell should I do?
I looked down at his face – pale, blood smeared, a shadow of his former self. If he came back … this wouldn’t be a secret anymore … I’d have company. We could live in the woods together, feed off animals together. We could have a semblance of a life.
Hope flickered within me. This could be a good thing.
I looked around at all his things. If I cleared this up, took his body, and his things, the campsite owners would just think he’d packed up and left. There would be no police, no scene. How often did he check in with his family? Not often, I reckoned.
I nodded to myself, then kicked into action. I put down his tent, wedging his things into an old Karrimor rucksack, tying his tent to the bottom, throwing water on the fire, over the blood, cleaning up the scene. I put the rucksack over both my shoulders and then picked up Adam’s body in my arms. Ha! Vampire strength had its uses. I gave the scene one final check before leaping back over the stream and taking Adam to my daytime hideaway.
I didn’t want to leave him in case he woke up and freaked, and ran off. Out of control. What if
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