"Oh alright, I was meaning to ask you, when you saved me from Alex didn't it bother you when I was bleeding in your hands?"
"Well," she breathed and stood up. "I don't know how it could be possible, but the moment I saw you on the floor bleeding, my heart just stopped. All I could think of was you. Not the bloodlust, not the hunger. Just you."
I looked up at her and then we held each other's gaze. We broke our eye contact off after a while.
"I think I better get changed," I said. But Ana muffled a laugh. I frowned at her
"What?"
"Sorry," she said. "But I already changed your clothes."
"You what?" I cried then looked down at myself. I was wearing a white cotton shirt two sizes bigger than me and a pair of black panties, which was mine. But I resisted the urge to look if I wore any bra. I already knew I didn't.
"I know the shirt is a bit too big. It's my painting shirt," Ana said, reading my face. "I wear it for comfort."
"Oh, it’s not...that,” I said. “Wait, you paint?"
"Yes, a little bit," she said with a shrug. Then I looked around the room again. Every wall hung beautiful art pieces that looked like they were fresh from the national museum or some art gallery.
"Oh my," I said. "You're an artist."
I got out of bed and took a private tour around the place, devouring each work with my eyes. The whole time, Anastasia watched me in silence.
“This is brilliant!” I gasped.
"You like art, too?" Ana came to stand beside me.
“I don’t understand much about art, but I love it anyway,” I said, "Before the war started, my father used to take me and my brother to art exhibitions. My mother liked music more, though."
"Oh, music," Ana echoed my word, but I heard a strange tone in it as if she was thinking of something or someone. Then I realized without her telling me.
"Your sister likes music, right?" I asked. "I saw her piano."
"She's a genius," Ana said in a matter of fact way. "Whenever the palace held a celebration, she would play to entertain the guests. But she’s never played it again ever since we—"
She didn’t finish her sentence. And I didn’t ask.
Ana turned and smiled at me sadly. I didn't know what to say to that, so I kept moving on. Then I almost bumped into a wooden easel by the window. A white cloth covered the piece.
"What is this one?" I said, reaching for the cover and opened it.
"Oh, it's nothing," Ana tried to say, but I already uncovered it. Behind the white cloth was a picture of me sleeping on the bed.
I recognized myself immediately since the drawing was breathtakingly perfect and realistic. It was like staring at a black and white photograph. Except the girl in the picture looked so peaceful and innocent as if nothing horrible had happened in her life.
"Why did you draw me?" I said, staring at the picture in admiration. I traced my fingers along the fine gray lines of the pencil.
"You just turned beautiful when you were asleep," she said with a smile. "Like the angel I’d always wished to draw."
My face reddened. I bit my lips from smiling.
"I didn’t know you're a poet, too," I mocked her. She laughed again and it was a joyful tone that I laughed along.
Then we stopped and looked at each other. Anastasia came forward and smoothed my dark brown lock gently. Her golden eyes sparkled with hidden feelings.
She slipped her hands around my waist and cautiously pulled my body closer. My heart pounded, my breath shortened, but it wasn't from fear, it was out of anticipation and pure bliss. I had never felt like this with anyone.
I longed for those perfect scented lips to touch mine again. And when she leaned her face slowly, I couldn't wait and went out to meet her half way. There our lips touched and merged with tenderness. A second later, our tongues wrestled in and out hungrily. The kiss was passionate and pure, and I felt so loved.
As our bodies seemed to crave one another, writhing rhythmically like two entwined serpents, I slipped my hands under her silk blouse, feeling the soft cold body. She moved down to kiss my neck. Her tongue licked the skin above my breasts.
But then she pulled herself away from me and turned her face to the window.
"Ana, what's wrong?" I asked with a frown.
"I'm sorry, Avery," she said. "I can't do this."
"Why not?" I said, deeply upset and hurt. "If you don't want me, why did you make me feel this way about you?"
"Avery, can't you see me what I am?" Ana turned her face back, her canine teeth flashing white and sharp. "I'm a monster! That's what I am!"
I didn't recoil like I used to. She wanted to scare me away, but I did not care.
"No, you’re wrong. You’re not like your sister. You're my guardian angel, Anastasia," I said and walked over to her. I turned her body around to face me. Her canines were long and sharp, yet strangely beautiful. They seemed to fit her angelic face naturally.
"I know it's much too soon, but I don't know how much time I have left in this cruel world. I need to ask you before it's too late. It’s my last wish. Will you fulfill it?" I whispered.
“Avery, I would do anything for you,” she said.
"Then I want you to take me, Anastasia. I want you to take me all the way."
She looked at me for a long time. Then I grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the lips. She pried me off, but I held onto her tightly, pulling her to my desperate embrace. A moment later, I felt her tensed body began to loosen up. The sharp edges of her teeth disappeared. Then we kissed slowly this time.
When we parted again, she looked at me with soft golden eyes.
"You have no idea how much I crave you, Avery," she said.
"Take me," I whispered.
Anastasia bit her bottom lip, but I could feel her burning desire coursing within her, melting her resolve.
Then ever so slowly, she nodded.
Chapter 10
Anastasia
Avery's big brown eyes shone with a deep longing that I couldn't refuse it. We walked hand in hand back to the bed and sat there facing each other. I kept staring at her doll-like face, so innocent and so adorable. My gaze made her blush bright red.
She looked down, hiding her eyes under those long black lashes. The wind blew through the windows. Silk curtains flicked gently, making the only sound in the room.
Then Avery looked up again and moved closer until our knees touched. She swallowed hard before reaching her hands over to unbutton my shirt, but I knew she was nervous. Her hands were shaking so much; I had to grab them in mine.
"It's alright," I reassured her. "I won't hurt you."
"I know. It’s just that..." she said, looking back at me with that beautiful face. “I just want to do it right. I want it to be perfect."
"Avery, I can make you happy."
"I know," She said. Then she came onto my lap, straddling me. Our faces were only inches away. Her flat stomach faintly brushed against my chest. My arms wrapped around her dainty waist. I stroked her small back underneath the oversized shirt. Her body was so warm and soft. I couldn't ignore the appetizing smell of her skin, it was so overwhelming. Without realizing myself, I inhaled her sweet delicious scent. Avery was still looking at me, and for a moment, she seemed to understand. It was still hard to control my thirst, my everlasting thirst for her fresh youthful blood.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking away in shame.
"You can drink from me, Ana, I don't mind," she said, snapping me out of my bloodlust.
"What are you talking about, Avery? I won't feed on you just like that!" I said. Avery stroked my hair. Her arms wound around my shoulders as she leaned to whisper in my ear.
"It's not called feeding if I let you. We're just creating a bond together," she said and planted butterfly kisses on my cheek and neck. “I want to give you everything, my blood, my virginity and—my heart.”
A veil of happiness enveloped me. Her touch was electrifying. My skin tingled with her welcoming warmth. How could that b
e possible? For so many decades, I had never felt so powerless. This girl invaded my mind. She slipped into my every thought and filled up my soul with too many emotions. My heart felt like it might burst from the joy she'd given me. She brought life to my empty existence.
Yet, the flow of her blood was like a siren's call to me. It had always been inviting me from the first day I met her. I looked up at her again. Avery gave a sweet innocent smile.
"Please, don't push it, Avery, I—" I said but she brought her soft lips to mine, cutting me off.
The tenderness of her mouth set my thoughts astray. My mind whirled at the touch of her delicious taste.
I found myself kissing her back, slowly but passionately. Her hands ran through my hair, her hips began to move instinctively over me, arousing me.
Her tongue gave a slight silky brush over my upper teeth. I opened my mouth for her. A familiar sensation made my jaw throb. Then she broke off and moved down to nuzzle my neck.
"Bite me, Anastasia," Avery whispered between kisses. Her head tilted for me.
"Avery..." I tried to speak, but I was short of breath myself. My heart, which was frozen cold for so long started to pound wildly again.
"Please," she said again and unbuttoned her shirt one by one, peeling off the silk layer, revealing her glowing skin. The sight of her bared shoulders and her healthy form only made my thirst grow stronger. She hugged me tight, urging me on. I couldn't stand it anymore. My lips pulled over my teeth. Instantly, the muscle around my jaw squeezed the sharp white canines out of my gum, and I let them sink into Avery.
She winced a little. Then her body relaxed, drowning in with a rush of endorphin-like venom I was giving her. Her sweet blood burst into my mouth, flowing down my throat. It was so warm and so delicious. A thousand words couldn't describe the taste of it. I almost forgot myself. But it wasn't long before I forced myself to pull away. I stared at Avery's face. She got those dreamy eyes as we looked at each other. I gave her a dazed smile and claimed her lips again with my blood stained mouth. I could tell Avery was high from my bite. I was high from bloodlust myself. The sexual craving also grew more intense between us.
And I figured it was the time that we should do something about it.
I swiftly turned us over and lay Avery down onto the bed. She giggled with a fit of excitement. I got on top of her, smiling. Avery's hands rose up and pulled me down to her. I found my face buried in her soft delicate breasts, sucking and licking them to my heart’s content.
Our bodies moved in rhythm against one another. I slipped my hand under her black panties. She gasped as my fingers reached her sensitivity, teasing her innocence with my most gentle touch. I continued sucking her nipples as my other hand squeezed and fondled Avery earnestly.
She moaned softly in her throat. I kissed her neck where I had just bitten. Goosebumps rose all over her skin. I felt her entrance get hotter and slicker. It gave me joy. I couldn't wait to explore her world. Moving down slowly, I took off her panties, taking my time. Avery bit her lips as she looked on. When her delicate body was completely naked, I stopped to admire the breathtaking view. She was indeed beautiful. It made my stomach growl with hunger, but a different kind of hunger.
I decided to get down and work the magic. I kissed her inner thigh then moved over slowly to where the wonder was about to happen.
I opened my mouth and started my first lap.
Oh god, she’s so delicious.
Avery jerked from sensitivity. Her moans were heard in the quiet room. I began licking, slowly and tenderly, turning her breath into ceaseless whimpers. Her scent even got stronger as my tongue traced over her femininity. With a quick glance, I saw Avery's eyes fluttering with pleasures. Her hand gripped the pillow by her side, her other hand held onto the bed sheet. She must have sensed that she was getting close.
My hands snaked around from her thighs to hold her hips, keeping her writhing body still. Then after a few minutes of warming up, I slipped my tongue inside her. Avery gasped. Her toes curled. Her eyes flared open from a shocking ecstasy.
Her back arched as my tongue wagged all over, feeling its way around her warm slippery walls. Avery moaned loudly, gripping the bed sheet harder. I could sense a strong sensation building up. Her body blushed and began to tremble out of control. I could hear her heart beating furiously. Blood rushed backward. The warm walls were getting hotter against my mouth. The tip of my tongue rubbed every pleasurable place of her sweet flower until she was screaming.
Avery's body twisted with overwhelming sensation, ready to reach her climax. My tongue became more violent. Then she could take it no more and let out a loud cry. I felt her warm walls contracted as she came.
A cry of her orgasm satisfied me. Her stomach heaved for a full minute from her first intense release. I kissed her thighs before pulling way.
My mouth and chin were smeared with her love juices.
I licked my lips. She blushed when she saw that, but I grinned at her.
Avery motioned for me to come into her arms. We cuddled each other and stayed contented like that for the longest time.
Chapter 11
Avery
The bed was empty when I woke up. An immediate anxiety washed over me as I was alone and scared.
"Anastasia!" I called out, but there was no answer. I threw off the cover and sprinted out of the bed. "Anasta..."
To my relief, she appeared into the room. But she wore nothing but a white towel wrapped around her glowing body. Her blonde hair was wet. The water droplets on skin made her glow. I froze as she came to me quickly. Her face looked concerned.
"I'm right here, Avery. Are you not well?" She brought her hands to my cheeks. I couldn't breathe, not with her in a towel was this close to me. I found myself staring at her chest. Anastasia looked down at herself and huffed.
"Oh geez, sorry, that is inappropriate. I was taking a quick bath..."
"Ana...please don't leave me like that again," I said. “I’m lost without you.”
“I won’t leave you, Avery, I promise,” she said, stroking my cheeks with adoration.
I felt my body turn hot as if I was coming down with a fever. She was naked underneath that towel. I hadn’t seen all of her yet, but the thought of having her bare and exposed did make my inside tingle with new needs.
How the hell do I want her again already?
"I think I'm in constant need of you, Anastasia,” I admitted.
She looked at me. Then she smiled.
"Maybe we should kiss a little?" Ana said. I smiled back and wrapped my arms around her waist. She tucked my hair behind my ears. Her slightly damped skin smelled like fresh cut roses. Then we kissed. Her touch electrified my skin. I traced the outline of her lips with mine. Her impossibly long eyelashes fluttered. I couldn't help moaning into our kiss.
She had me.
I was totally and completely in love with her.
I pushed Anastasia to the bed and tried to remove her towel, but she kept holding onto it. We both giggled.
“Let go!” I said.
"You're an animal!" Ana laughed. I made a growling sound, which made her laugh even more. Then I got on top of her and kissed her perfect lips.
Anastasia moved her thighs between mine as I started grinding in a sensual rhythm against her private part. The motion made her face turn almost rosy red.
She finally let go of her towel. I tossed it aside, revealing her flawless body. I just couldn't believe I got to make love with this goddess. The whole thing made me tremble. The wetness between our legs became more luscious.
A strong sensual pleasure was taking shape as our bodies moved with passion. It was like all that exist was us. Ana closed her eyes when my lips and tongue found hers. Then I sat upright. Ana’s hands went to my breasts and roamed over my churning body. Her brows knitted together as I pressed harder and faster. We were slippery and hot and very close. My gasps mixed with occasional moans.
Then electric sparks burst between our legs, seizing our musc
les with gripping joy. All actions halted due to the blissful effect. I let out a long moan while my body convulsed. A moment later, I dropped myself over Ana again, panting as hard as she did.
"Oh geez," Ana gasped, eyes widened as she looked down. "I never thought you were that good."
"Neither did I," I smiled sheepishly and rolled off of her.
"I think I need a shower again," Ana said, "Look, I got all slippery."
"How about I join you?" I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Thought you would never ask." She smiled back.
And the shower provided us just as much pleasure.
Chapter 12
I wish things would stay the same forever when I was with Anastasia. We could live in our little house and be contented. There was only one problem. I had never seen her drinking human blood like Alex, but that doesn't mean she could go days without it.
I had offered her my blood, but she refused and went on a quick hunt near the mountain slope. I didn't want her to leave me alone, but I also didn't want to make it hard on her either
After Anastasia left, I stayed inside doing some mundane things around the house while I waited. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. My heart almost leaped out of my chest.
But excitement got the best of me. I rushed to the door and opened it.
“Ana, you came back quite early today,” I said.
But standing in front of me was a strange woman. Her elegant posture erected tall and proud. She had flowing long hair as brown as mine, but her eyes were pools of vivid violet, piercing into mine.
“Who are you?” She asked me. I was still stunned by her sudden presence. Her skin was slightly paler than me and her perfect lips were as red as blood. I got the answer right away that she wasn't any fellow human.
She stared at me from head to toes. I took a few steps back. Now I was in danger of an unknown vampire. I wished Anastasia would be here soon. The woman smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile. I yanked the door shut, but her hand that looked too delicate to be any stronger than mine pushed it aside. The door swung with a crashing sound and she stepped gracefully into the house.
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