Fangs:
'This was it. This was the taste I've been searching for. No wonder all others have been so bitter and bland. The perfect ecstasy was mere feet from where I stood, and now I have it.'
I continue to drink, "accidently" rubbing her time to time, keeping her in a constant state of arousal, the blood tastes so much better when they are. The song finally fades to another tune. I let up as I feel her slump back onto me.
"Come with me." I manage to lead her weary body to the edge of the crowd before sweeping her up in my arms. I carry her to my room at the end of the hall upstairs and lay her gently down on the bed. Turning my attention to the whore tied to the end of the bed, I grab her up and roughly toss her in a room a few doors down, leaving her to untie herself. I return to my room where I left my sleeping beauty. I walk over to the bed, sitting on the edge, and brush a hair out of her face, feeling her icy skin.
"Shit! Tinkerbelle?" I reach my arm around her shoulders, pulling her up to me. "Tinkerbelle?! Stay with me Tinkerbelle!" Her breath was shallow. "Fuck!" I took too much from her. I bite down on her neck, more urgently this time. I take a few draws, letting just enough of my toxin in her bloodstream to take over. "Come on Tinkerbelle, keep with me."
I bite at my own wrist, letting my blood drip onto her pale lips. "Drink Tinkerbelle," this shouldn't be happening, I should have controlled myself better "please drink." I lay her down, keeping my wrist to her lips, and plug her nose. "Drink, damnit!"
Thank God! I feel her lips move against my wrist, swallowing the blood dribbling into her mouth. "Yes, drink more." I let up on her nose, allowing her to drink freely. I feel her incisors grow a tiny bit, biting at my wrist, before shrinking back to their normal size. She stops after a minute, letting her head drop to the side on the blood stained pillow.
"Finally," I let out a relieved sigh, "rest well Tinkerbelle." I suck at my wrist, beginning to close the wounds. I wrap a strip of cloth from my shirt tight around it. I should have known she would chew when feeding. I leave for a moment, returning quickly with a bottle of wine from the kitchen, I slump down against the wall, watching her sleep. I can't put my finger on it, but there is something different about her. The way she affected me, that has never happened in my many years.
It took close to an hour, but she finally woke.
Tinkerbell:
"Hey Tinkerbelle, how do you feel?" I squint, adjusting to the light, to see him handing me a glass of liquid.
I look at him wearily before I speak. "What... what the hell happened?"
"You got overheated, passed out. Drink, please. It will help."
I take the bottle from his other hand and start to drink. I let up and hand it back; over half-emptied.
He chuckles a little. "How do you feel?"
"I think I'm better now." I feel a slight pain in my neck, but dismiss it as sleeping in an awkward position.
"Do you remember anything?"
"I remember dancing with you. I started getting a little light-headed, and then everything went dark."
I hear his stomach growl, loudly. He looks frantically in a drawer, then closet, before turning back to me. His stomach growls again. I see his eyes fall upon me, licking his lips, eyes glowing with hunger-lust. I start to back up, frightened, when my hand falls upon something damp. Looking down, I realize the pillow is covered in blood. My eyes widen in fear, I feel a scream start to escape my trembling lips.
"No!" He leaps forward is a flash, I must still be dehydrated because he moved too fast for anyone I have ever known. His hand is clamped down on my mouth, flashing his fangs at me. "No, it's... you're safe. Please don't scream. I won't hurt you."
I nod my head in compliance to get him to ease off. "This is some kind of prank, isn't it? Sam put you up to this, didn't she? This is all just a Halloween prank, right?"
"I wish it was as simple as that, my dear." He bears a wide grin at me. I know I'm not crazy this time. I watch as his fangs grow an inch and a half within seconds. My mind wanders back to that pain in my neck. I reach my hand up, feeling the dried blood and... two small puncture marks. I scratch at them, thinking they are fake, but they hurt as I do so. He grabs my hands to stop me from ripping my skin off.
"I'm sorry." He can't help but smile. "You know what I am, don't you? Do you know what I did to you?"
I rip my hands from his, running to the door. He is in front of me before I can reach it.
"The door is locked, there is no use using up your strength to try to open it." He tries to touch me again, but I back away, too quickly for me own feet. I trip over myself, falling into the corner of a dresser; he catches me before I hit the floor though. "Please, you must rest." He sets me down on the bed, tossing the blood stained pillow into the trash.
I can feel the warm trickle of blood run down the gash in my forehead; I can also feel his body stiffen next to mine. He has that same hungered look in his eyes as before. He manages to tear them away, walking into the bathroom, before returning with a first-aid kit.
"We have to talk Tinkerbelle," I flinch as he dabs an alcohol pad on my head, "I will not feed from you again tonight, I promise."
"Feed? Again?" I feel a faint wash over me before being brought back by the sting of alcohol on my forehead.
"Those wounds on your neck; they are from me. You didn't pass out on the dance floor from being overheated. I drank from you then. I brought you here to rest, but I found I had gone too far. It seemed I needed to give you some back." At that, he unwraps his wrist and offers it to me. "It looks as if you could use some more."
"What? More? Me?" I feel confusion wash over me as I trace my neck, careful not to scratch at the scabbing pin pricks.
"Because I fed from you too long, I almost killed you. I had to bite you again, infecting you with some of my toxin, to turn you just enough to bring you back. Now please, drink. You will feel better, trust me."