I stumbled into the house leaving a trail of blood wherever I walk.
I saw my boyfriend's ears twitch at the sound of the door opening but not closing.
"Babe, are you ok," He said flinging his head around, immediately noticing the wound and rushing over to me.
When I hold out my hand signaling for him to stop he looked confused.
"I need. . . Blood," I respond looking up at him, showing him that my eyes have changed from their original icy blue to as black as the night.
Immediately backing away he turns to the fridge looking for the blood. I stand next to him fighting the urge to bite him and tear apart his perfect skin.
Smack. . .
Quickly slapping my face to snap back to reality, earning a look from my boyfriend when I grunted from the awkwardly hard slap I just gave myself.
"Do I want to know," he asked raising an eyebrow at me.
"No, no you don't. . . trust me you don't,"
"I trust you. . . With my life," He said handing me a bag labeled 'B+'.
"No no no, don't say that while handing me blood," I say staring into his eyes, and snatched the bag from his hands.
"And why should I not do that," He said looking down at me.
"Because you make me want to test that," I say slowly stepping over toward him to give him a slowly painful kiss.
"Well maybe I want you to, after you drink the blood," He said pushing the blood closer to my chest.
"Dammit,"
"I know you don't like B+ but it heals you the best so after you drink that you can have whatever type you want next,"
"Even if that means yours," I say making eye contact with him while tearing a hole in the bag.
I focus as much of my hearing on his heartbeat as possible.
Thump Thump
Thump Thump Thump
Thump Thump Thump
"Well if you want my blood your gonna have to drink two bags," He said with a playful wink.
After I quickly chug the bag of B+ I slowly stalk toward him.
"You like the idea of me pouncing on top of you while sucking that precious red blood out of your body, it arouses you," I say reaching his muscular body standing there, I could tell he's either speechless by my forwardness or frightened by me. But either way I love it.
"Please, drink the other B+ bag, you know this'll hurt you more then me,"
"Well, are you sure about that, we've been taking so many precautions are you really sure that it'll hurt me,"
"Well I guess not, but I wouldn't like to risk it," He said pushing me away gently. I finish the bag discarding it on the counter, already feeling the effects of the blood. The skin around the stab wound slowly knitting itself back together as I wrap my arms around my boyfriend's neck bring him down to my level.
"Come on have a little fun," I said feeling my breath hitch in his throat and hear his heart skip a beat.
"Another bag. . . Now," He said quickly turning me toward the fridge.
"Uggghhhhh," I groaned throwing my hands up. "Fine," I say grabbing and chugging another B+ blood. "We're watching teen wolf tonight,"
"Whyyyyy," he said making his way to the living room.
