The Hunger That Binds Us

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The ceiling looked like the most interesting thing at the moment. It was plain in its white, smooth face but the soft color lights dancing on the surface were catching one's eye quite easily. Especially when one was trying to look at anything but the women beside him.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elaris had complicated morals in the matter. He knew that Mena was right. That trusting her right now could save all his problems. He would be safe from the tormenting need of killing and he would be saved from looming death that followed him each day. She was a key to his salvation and yet he was more than afraid to reach out for it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Last time he trusted someone to be his key, things didn't end well for him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The scar on his chest was a painful gift. A permanent reminder of his heart's mistakes. Not all friends were meant to keep the title for long. Not all people truly understood his essence... Not all wished well for him.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He wanted to agree. Hell, looking in her sparking, charming eyes, he wanted to tell her everything per her request. And maybe he needed that. Maybe he needed her.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Words ended up spilling, just one more look into her eyes crumbling the dam completely. Mena had something he couldn't understand. Something he couldn't fight. Her very being was a dangerous threat for his stability.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The story wasn't long but the pain in his voice was getting clearer with each word. He allowed her to see the scar, to hear the name of the woman who broke his trust and his very being. He told her everything.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It happened ages ago. He was merely eighty at the time. They met a sweet girl named Mirabel and well, she was quite a charmer. She quickly unraveled every part of Masai to its very core. Found out all his fears and all his needs. She was his first best friend since he was thrown into this pain of a life by Alusar.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She was the first human to ever offer him help. To offer him to feed of her. To come to her with his pain and desires. And he was naive enough to trust her. To let her see the monstrous part of him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The bubble of perfect friendship bursted after a mere few months. He was lured by a promise of another peaceful meal. Of simple time with his friend.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He settled in a chair, Mirabel resting in his arms for support. And as his teeth sank into her skin, he felt a sharp blade piercing through his chest. A terrible reminder of how mortal even the dead things can be.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Why?" Mena whispered breathlessly, her fingertips looming over the scar on his chest. It was now covered with a tattoo but under her touch, she could feel just how bad it was.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It was wide and slightly rounded. As if the blade was twisted. She, almost unaware of it, pressed her fingers slightly more to his skin, now following the pattern of his tattoo. She didn't even notice the slight tremble of his body.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Vampire hunter wannabe." He let out a dry chuckle, his hand softly covering hers.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She looked up, realizing that she's been staring at his chest for far too long for it to be appropriate in any way, her cheeks turning slightly rosy. But he didn't seem to mind at all. His fingers softly moved across her soft skin and gods, the little smile on his face was far too gentle for her to ignore how it made her heart swell.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "So... About my offer... You're scared I'll turn into a vampire hunter wannabe?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Perhaps." His smile got slightly brighter. "Or that you'll deem me a monster. Too cruel. Too savage."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Elaris, I beg you. You're the most gentle man I've ever known."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ To her words, he only let out a soft sigh. He was treating her with much care, that was true. He couldn't live with himself if he ever ruined it after all. Before he knew it, her charm simply crumbled the last bits of his reserve and a word "Fine" slipped past his lips.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He turned on the bed, his arm gently wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. No matter what would they say about this moment, from the third person perspective it was the most intimate of touches. His fingers moved around her softly, as if a slightly tighter hold would shatter her into tiny bits. With his free hand he gently moved her hair out of the way, exposing the side of her neck.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Mena didn't need him to ask. Her head sunk into the pillow as she tilted it to the other side. A non verbal invitation for him to move closer.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Feel free to stop me whenever." Elaris' voice turned into a barely audible whisper, his lips hovering over her warm skin. "Please stop me when needed." He added more pleadingly, his lips gently touching her skin.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Mena didn't make a sound. Not when she felt his lips. Nor when she felt his teeth sink into her skin. Her hands clenched on the bed sheets, her body shifting slightly under his touch. The only sound that filled out the air for a moment was just the ruffling of the sheets and then suddenly her shaky breath, the pain evident.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Feeling guilty, Elaris gently moved her closer, as if to apologize by cradling her body against his chest. Mena answered to that immediately, her arms wrapping around him, keeping him as close as she was allowed to. The pain was rather quickly replaced with the hazy feeling of her body turning lighter.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "E-elaris..." She muttered weakly, her eyelids turning heavy.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Hearing her weak, gentle voice, he immediately pulled away, pressing his lips to the wounds in another silent apology. Kissing the last bits of blood off her skin wasn't something he planned. Nor was it something he would've done to anyone. But hearing her happy murmur, he couldn't stop himself from treating the sensitive area with yet another soft and careful affection.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Mena was completely unaware of her body's response. She didn't realise she made any sounds nor that she curled up in his arms safe and secure. Everything was blurry and muffled. But it was worth it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She succeeded. He felt normal. As normal as a vampire could really feel.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He felt fine. But only with her around. 

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!