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The mansion was a quiet place, yet its halls echoed with stories centuries past, etched in the interior’s memory. You tried to hear them, sometimes, but all you could make out were creaks, shifting sounds… and your lover's voice.
Elliott was unlike the vampires in your novels. He dressed like he was off to a renaissance fair, and spoke in the tongue of books untouched in decades upon decades. His smiles were polite, sharp with fang, with velveteen skin that crinkled at the corners. His hair shone in the candlelight in a way you could not describe. And, he was yours.
Tonight, though, the mansion was not quiet. You two were together, knees brushing on the edge of his king bed. You giggled and pleaded, tipsy on his voice, the hints of skin-touch he’d given you.
“It’s okay, I promise,” You said.
He pursed his lips with hesitation. You could feel him relenting for you, but he could not yet.
“I just worry,” He muttered, grasping at handfuls of his own hair. You’ve noticed this habit before, and took it as a sign to ease up on him; it means he’s nervous. “I’ve never drank from you before. What if I lost control? Lost…” He tapered off, clenching and unclenching on the bundle of his locks.
You placed your hand on his thigh and leaned forward to smile at his face; I trust you, you said with your eyes. You are my safe haven. This won’t change.
He gulped hard enough that you can hear it, but, eventually, his pulled-taut mouth loosened into a grin, and uncurtained to let his teeth show. Your heart jumped at the sight. A primal part of you wanted to stick your fingers right into his fanged mouth; you restrained, though Elliott chuckled as he noted your enthusiasm.
“You really want this, hm?” He teased with a double click of his tongue.
“Have you ever read a vampire novel where their mistress didn’t?”
“Huh. I suppose I haven’t,” He said thoughtfully. “I didn’t want to admit it, but a part of me has always wanted this. Your blood has always smelled so enticing. A fragrance I could drown in and be happier than I’ve ever been.”
“And I’ve been fantasizing about being your personal bloodbag for… who knows how long,” You added as you removed your shirt. His gaze lingered where it had been, and you followed it as it traced back to your neck. You caressed the unbitten skin, and nibbled at your lip until it drew blood. Not from anxiety, but from lust; you wanted your blood-scent in the air.
His eyes changed. Pupils dilated into colorless voids, then went prick-thin as his whole body focused forward, at you. His knuckles whitened as he gripped his own legs, trembling with restraint.
You opened up his landing point; your head craned to the side to let the light hit your succulent skin, warm with life that rushed underneath. He is zeroed in there, beads of sweat plummeting from his forehead as he shuddered with desire. That kind of uncomfortable want that made you shift and twitch. You smiled.
“Give in,” You whispered.
That he did. He dove in as if for a passionate hug, and his nails wreaked havoc on your back as he pushed his fangs past the barrier of your skin. Ouch. You cursed under your breath, groping blindly at Elliott as he fed.
Warm blood trickled down your chest, and he lapped up every last drop he could. He moaned as he drank; the sounds of a predator tasting their prey filled the room as he kept grabbing at you, as if to pull more of you into him. Your head grew fuzzy as he quite literally drained the life from you, and you closed your eyes to take in the thoughtless high. You must taste good, and something about that is delightful to you.
He licked the spigot of your neck a few good times before you felt a hand on your cheek, lifting your head upright. Someone was saying something. You figured it must be Elliott, considering no one else ought to be here, but you weren’t totally sure. You tried to say something, but only gibberish seemed to come out.
You felt warm, then. Safe, as something heavy draped around you.
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When your eyes fluttered open, you were in bed. There was a cold heaviness on your head, which you could soon tell was some sort of cold pack. You also note a weakness about your whole body, making you feel as if stuck in place.
“Oh, thank goodness!” Elliott’s voice calms your nerves as his rapid footsteps approach your bedside. He comes into view, and he is particularly beautiful; he has a glow about him. Still, he looked to be a nervous wreck as he took your hand. “I am so sorry, my darling!”
“Hmm? For…?” You asked as he propped you upright, which, while he did so very delicately, was uncomfortable and almost nauseating.
“I- Ugh, I am a foul beast,” He grunted, his brow deeply furrowed. He lifted a steaming cup of tea onto your lap. “Please drink, my love. I’m afraid I took an absurd amount of your blood. I am beyond thankful that I came to my senses when I did.”
“Oh,” You said, it taking you a moment to process what he had said. In the meantime, you drink your tea fervently, and find that it eases your discomfort somewhat. It takes great effort, but you cup Elliott’s cheek. It enraptured him, and you felt a pang in your heart at the woes that peer from behind his eyes. “You’re not a beast, hon. We agreed to everything.”
He placed his hand behind yours and pushed into your touch. “I was so foolish to think I could… ugh, I just cannot stop imagining if I’d gone farther.” He clenched his eyes shut.
“But you didn’t,” You said with a tiny sip of your drink. “We’re okay.”
Elliott had the ghost of a smile, now. “You aren’t supposed to comfort me. I could have killed you.”
“It was nice, though,” You chuckled. “We’ve learned a lot for next time.”
“I don’t know about next time!” Elliott exclaimed, which turned into a bewildered laugh. He shook his head. “Right now, let me care for you. It’s the least I can do. Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving,” You said. “But I bet you aren’t!”
“Oh, hush now,” Elliott said with a sigh. His knees popped as he stood, and then he leaned in to kiss you.
It was divine, and you swore you could taste yourself on his lips.