By the time we're done, my skin is moist with sweet, my fur clinging to my flesh as I huddle up against her. It's not like I need the warmth, I just like the contact of skin on skin. She seems to draw comfort from it, her tongue still lolling out in labored breathing as we both try to bring our heart rates down. I lick my lips, the taste of her blood still keeping me alive. I tasted her several different times tonight in several different ways but each brought on a wave of ecstacy that I can't deny. I'm drawn to Sookie and though I may not remember her face or name from before, I'll never forget this night. I know that for a fact.
I'm grateful for bringing my kill to the cavern once I see the sun peeking over the horizon. If I had decided to drain him right there, things might have had to be rushed and I wouldn't want to rush any of that bliss with her. I like taking my time. How else can you be perfect if you don't practice and take your time? I know she enjoyed herself and Tor knows I did too. She's a delicacy all her own and nothing else compares to what we did. She's a naughty girl in a catholic school girl uniform, a serial killer with a sweet smile and a southern twang that lets you know she's good with her tongue.
We lie beside each other, me strateched out along the cavern floor, feeding off of the cold stone floor just as she is but we never lose contact. She wags her tail, brushing it gently across my stomach and I make that smooth rumbling noise again, letting her know I like it. She starts shifting, a sultry smile on her lips as she glances toward me. I note the stiffness in her movements and I quirk a brow in amusement, ice blues glowing hungily as a reminder of the time we just spent together. I must have made her sore. Guess we'll have to work on it until she doesn't get sore anymore. I'm sure we can arrange that.
She giggles her school girl giggle, setting my insides on fire as she agrees with me. Food is always what you need after a good time and a long restful nap. She snaps to attention at the howl reverberating outside the cavern but she doesn't rise to set a plan in motion. I know that she doesn't mind the sunlight quite as much as I do. She drinks from hearts but she isn't sustained by it like I am. She can be in the sun. And yet she looks content to stay just as she is and I can't say I blame her. I'm not starving. I can stand to wait until the sun goes down to quench my thirst. I listen as she adds in her two cents. My eyes glint at the thought of a lucious female to drink from. I nod. You've read my mind. It's settled then. Tonight...we hunt. For now, get your sleep. Energy will be lacking when you're around me, I can promise that. My eyes simmer mercilessly at her before I turn my head back to the entrance, ice blues watching the sun slowly take over the sky.
I squint automatically before lowering my head to the ground, letting out a deep sigh of contentment before I close my eyes and give in to the sun's power. For now I sleep but don't think I'm easy to sneak up on. I'm a powerful vampire, a creature with many centuries under my belt. I can awaken at the crunch of a paw on the floor. And then you'd better be fast to get out under the protection of the sun or your throat is mine.
|
əric
so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
|