I Shouldn't Have Ate That: A Vampiric Tale (open to one woman)

[kittenofdeath]

(Now closed for illianacole)

“How could you?!” Vincent found himself saying, in a tone of voice he thought was uncomfortably close to yelling “of all the… you… you FUCKED Isaac!” he continued, his tone of voice doing everything but improve “God Dam it woman!” Vincent disliked conflict like this, it made his blood hot and his body burn, he was always calm and collected, any time it looked like he was going to end up like this he would just close up and distance himself from everyone.

“How could I? How could I not” and here was the cause of his current and rather vitriolic mood, she was his significant other… Well, ex significant other now. She had turned up at his place to tell him he was dumped and to get her things, only before a word could leave her lips, he had let it be known that he knew exactly what she had done the night before.

“I… just take your crap and get out!” he ordered as he turned away from her and gestured to the door she had just walked in through, desperately trying to get himself under control before he did something monumentally stupid.

“No!” she replied, apparently wanting more of a fight before she left “this is exactly your problem Vince” she grabbed his shoulder and spun him to face her, practically pinning him against the back of a lounge as she did “every time thing get heated you chicken out” her being so close, her not letting him get away from all of this shit, her still insisting this was his fault “maybe if you had let things get a little more ‘heated’ between us this wouldn’t be happening.”

By this point his face was twisted in to a mask of anger that was wholly foreign to him, his lips parted just enough to see the clenched teeth behind them, how she didn’t notice the razor sharp fangs now among them he didn’t know. There was no way out for him now, his mind was gone, she had dug her grave and she was about to sleep in it. Before she could say any more, he pounced on her with a snarl, quickly pinning her to the floor beneath him, then sinking his fangs in to her neck.

All he could see was clouded in a red mist, and in a few seconds, all she would see is a black darkness.

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“And that’s why I need double what I'm normally getting” Vincent said in to the phone, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips as he rapped his fingers against the table he was sitting at, a rather irate look on his face. It had been three days since what had happened, and she was set to wake at any moment, something he was not looking forward to.

“No, really, don't call them, they already know and their cool with it” he inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill his lungs, not that there was much point, the nicotine was never going to get in his system, but he found that the act had a nice placebo effect when he was getting panicky “can’t you just take my word for it?”

He looked worried as he put out his cigarette, got up from the table and walked to the fridge, still listening to the phone call “ok, I know it’s not how things are normally done, that’s why its called a favour” he opened the fridge and moved aside the beers on the bottom shelf, revealing two red containers “listen, I need some more, I can’t explain why, and I need it fast, can you make a delivery...” he continued, pinching the top of his nose as he did “ok, that'll work, just remember, this one’s off the books” he turned off the hands free and tossed it back on to the table as he closed the fridge.

“I am so screwed” he idly murmured to himself as he looked over at the door to his room, he could feel her in there now, some kind of link between sire and spawn, he should have paid attention in class “only a matter of time now” he rushed in to the bathroom and quickly went to the mirror, staring at his somewhat ragged reflection. He was a tall guy, standing at 6’3, not too bulky, but he had good muscle definition. His short black hair was a mess, his chin had sprouted some stubble in the past three days and he was currently only wearing a pair of old pyjama pants, not the best hes looked before, but well thats what he gets for having been awake for three days straight worrying.

He sighed and started fixing himself up, shaving, running his hair under some water, sadly he didn't get time to find a clean outfit before he felt her awake, it was strange, he could fell her presence there in his room, he felt like he was in a horror movie and she was the Axe wielding maniac.

“Well, no point in putting this off” he straightened himself up and gulped down the rising panic then began walking towards his room, each step feeling like it was taking hours, every bad scenario his mind had cooked up in the past three days playing out in his head, making him want to run as far away as he can without looking back, but he willed himself onwards. He slowly opened the door and stepped inside, coming face to face with her, the woman he had just turned in to a vampire.

“Um… Goodmorning” it had never occurred to him to plan out what he was going to say.

 

[illianacole]

Alaina woke to complete black, but she knew from the scents in the room where she was. It was Vincent's room. Groggily she tried to think of how she'd ended up in his bed when she hadn't meant to be there. She remembered coming over to tell him that it was over. She remembered telling him that if he had allowed things to become more heated between them, she would never have slept with Isaac.

She hadn't intended to sleep with the man in the first place. He just gave her the attention that Vincent hadn't. He was always so proper and contained where as Alaina was passionate and vivacious. It drove her mad. When Isaac had complimented everything about her, from her sea green eyes, to her waist length auburn hair, to the sensual curves of her 5'3" frame, She couldn't help but respond. She'd somehow wound up pinned beneath Isaac and loving every minute of it.

That thought set off another, being pinned beneath Vincent, sharp pain in her neck and then an aching pull as the world went black. She'd thought she was dying. Apparently it was worse. She'd seen too many movies, read too many books not to know what had happened. Vincent was a vampire and now so was she. What the hell was she supposed to do now?!

That was the moment he shuffled into the room with his mumbled "Goodmorning." Alaina was taken back for a moment to a time not so long ago when she had loved looking at him. He was gorgeous, tall and dark and ruggedly handsome, and those eyes. the man had eyes so blue she swore they glowed in the dark. She'd get desperate for him just looking, but that was a thing of the past. That quickly she returned to the present.

"Don't goodmorning me, you fucking asshole!! You are not on my favorite person list right now. how could you?! you lied to me about being a bloodsucker and then you turned me into one?! This completely tops me sleeping with some guy, who gave me far more passion than i could ever get out of you!" She spat the words at him as she sat in the bed they'd shared, with anger and hurt sparkling in the glass green of her eyes.

 

[kittenofdeath]

He couldn’t help it, she was perfect, and for a brief moment after he stupidly said nothing but good morning, he was back in the past, before all the bullshit with Isaac, he almost went to lie beside her like he usually would, his bloodlust normally sated by him sneaking off to have breakfast without her, so he could hold her and feel her, push himself as far as he dared before he felt the pangs of hunger again and had to ease off.

But she just had to mention him, didn’t she, without even saying the name she dredged up the feelings he had struggled with and lost three nights ago, hurt, betrayal, rage… Bloodlust, at least the last one wasn’t as bad this time, he couldn’t feel the rhythmic pounding of her heart like he used to be able to, god he missed that, it made her so warm, so enticing.

“Passion? Passion?!” he responded, fighting for control of his instincts as every venomous word dripped from his mouth, his body tensing to resist flying in to a rage like he had last time “If I had let even a hint of the passion I feel for you slip by me I would have gored your neck long ago!” he shouted, his fists clenched so hard he could smell the few drops of blood his nails had just drawn from him.

But even filled with his mind filled with anger and his body pumping with fury and bloodlust, he knew he was wrong, the entire time they had been together he had controlled himself perfectly, the one and only time he had let his feelings get the better of him… Well, they both knew what happened then, and he was walking straight in to the exact same thing.

“I” his voice left him as he started to calm “I’m sorry” he bowed his head in shame, covering his face with his palm as he tried to figure out what to say, he should have been working on a way to fix this, or make it better for her, instead of wallowing in his own pathetic self loathing the past three days.

“What I did was horrible, inexcusable” he bit back the sudden urge to say what she had done was just as bad “And I should never have lied to you all that time about what I was.” His hand dropped back to his side, but he still didn’t meet her gaze “I was so afraid you would leave me if I told you, it never occurred to me that you would end up leaving me because I didn’t.”

 

[illianacole]

Alaina was actually pleased to see some passion in the man. At least it proved he had some. Oh, it was too little and far too late, but still. "You're damn right it's inexcusable!! I'm a big fucking girl, Vincent. I could have handled it. Hell, I probably wouldn't have minded, except you had to go and turn me into one too."

She was still spitting mad at him and it brought out her mean side as she climbed off the bed, doing an impressive job of masking how weak she felt. "If you had so much passion for me, still have it judging by you're words, then it should have occured to you that I might want that information!! I felt like a damn pity party to you, Vincent!! Not a girlfriend and certainly not a woman you wanted! Isaac made me feel wanted at least... Desirable even. Something you stopped making me feel a long time ago."

As she spoke, she'd advanced on him until she was standing toe to toe with him. It was a mistake though, being this close to him forced her to look up to meet his ice blue eyes with her own glittering greens. The movement made her light headed, causing her to sway into him. Her hands cuaght on his hips as she steadied herself and she couldn't help but think of how badly she'd once ached for him to take her in a rush of passion. She wasn't in the mood to be honest enough with herself to admit she still ached for just that.

Angry at herself for the fleeting moment of longing, she shoved away from him with a violent thrust and landed flat on her back in the middle of the floor. Great, things just kept getting better for her. Vincent reached down to help her up, but she swatted his hands away. "Don't fucking touch me. I'll be fine. Just tell me why I'm so damn weak and what to do about it. I'll take care of myself, I don't need you to do it for me. not now."

 

[kittenofdeath]

He was trying his hardest, honestly he was, he had fucked up and he knew it, arguing with her over the details wasn’t going to make things better, even if she did keep saying that bastards name, unknowingly goading him to act out and do something else he would end up regretting. When she looked up at him, his eyes meeting hers for the first time since when he first entered the room, the anger boiling inside them died, even with both of them rightfully pissed the hell off at each other, he couldn’t help but think of how beautiful she was, he had been lucky to have her.

The brief moment of calm he felt quickly got worse as she lost her footing, the calm shattering as he panicked for a second, his arms coming up to catch her, and if she hadn’t caught herself they would have. Before he could say or do anything, before he had even lowered his arms from trying to catch her, she pushed him away, well, she tried to anyway, in her weakened state she just bounced off him and landed ungracefully on the floor.

Without hesitation he went to help, offering a hand that was quickly slapped away, serving no purpose than to anger her further. “Fine, take care of yourself, but like it or not, you will be needing my help” He said, his tone starting to return to its regular neutral state “you’re weak from hunger, you’ve just been dead for three days, which means now your body desperately needs its new food” he held up the hand his nails had cut in to earlier, the small patch of blood a stark contrast to his pale skin.

“Blood” he waited for her to mull it over, she had guessed that she was a vampire easily enough, surly she would figure this out “and if you don’t drink soon, you’ll start to feel the thirst, it’s a hunger like you’ve never felt before, and its one you’re going to feel forever” he felt a pang of guilt at that, the lust for blood had ruined so many things in his life, and now it would do the same in hers.

 

[illianacole]

Alaina couldn't help but lick her lips as Vincent held up his bleeding palm. Okay so she knew she was a vampire and blood was a must, but she hadn't expected it to be something her mouth fairly watered over. Why couldn't this have been as simple a need as eating had been?

In that moment she realized exactly how enormous this was and all the anger left her. When she met his eyes again, hers were filled with trepidation. It made her look exactly like the lost little girl she felt like. "This isn't going to be easy is it, Vince?" then another though occured to her, "Am I going to have to kill people? Wait, Have you killed people?"

After a few moments she took a deep breath and the vulnerability was gone from her expression, replaced by sheer determination. "Okay, get me up off the damn floor, get me to the... fod source" yeah that was a better word than blood. "And tell me what i should have been told ages ago along with what i need to know now."

 

[kittenofdeath]

Vince hated to see her so lost, and it was worse because he knew it was his dam fault she was, he should have handled this better “No, no and uh, only you” he said in response to her rapid questions, feeling a bit guilty at the last one, that was a good sign though, some vampires actually get excited when they think they get to kill people.

“Well, you’re already there” he said as he moved over to help her up, pleased by the attitude she had taken on, finding it infinitely more preferable to anger and fear “Newly turned… um” he paused as he reached his hand down to her, remembering she hadn’t liked the thought of saying blood “Newly turned people, need better food” he said, pleased with his attempt to not say anything overtly vampire related.

He took her hand and gently lifted her to her feet, placing his other hand on her side in case she was still uneasy on her feet “I don’t have any fresh food here, so the best source for you to eat from is well… me.” He went silent after that, for as long as he had known her he had dreamt about teaching her how to feed, using himself as a test subject then ravishing her afterwards, but now that plan was well and truly ruined, not that it stopped him imagining it.

 

[illianacole]

Alaina could see the look on his face, but chose not to comment on it for the moment. "You can say vampire, vince. The word doesn't bother me, it's the uh... feeding, " She cringed a little at the word, " that i am not too fond of. I sort of liked the taste before, but something about living on it seems... wrong somehow."

For a moment only she allowed herself to cuddle close to him, drawing some much needed comfort. being the fiery type she was often meant being needy in ways she could never have explained to him. She'd needed all that before this. She had a feeling that she was going to need it more now. She was pretty sure the arguments and fights weren't about to end either. Vince had to know it as well.

Again she met his eyes, wondering at what she saw smoldering just behind the cool facade he seemed to wear so well, "Why did you do this to me, Vince?" Her voice was soft and calm, not angry, not right now. "Why me of all people? I mean we'd just broken up."

 

[kittenofdeath]

The way she held herself close was a welcome reprieve from the anger he could feel washing off her, but it did little to alleviate the self loathing he felt, the reminder of how things used to be only worsening it for him. He put his free hand on her shoulder and allowed himself the moment of pleasure regardless, it would do no good to ruin the moment, and if it calmed Alaina then he didn’t want to take it from her, she deserved it.

He met her gaze as long as he could, but as her question sank in and he started to feel the pangs of guilt stabbing at him he tore his eyes away. “I hadn’t intended to, at least, not in the way that it happened” he sighed as it replayed again in his mind “I’ve never been good with emotion, no vampire is, let alone one like me, so with everything that was happening… I lost control” his hands gripped and tensed for a moment “before I knew what I was doing I had already drunk you dry.”

His jaw clenched as he paused, a look of sorrow passing over his eyes for a second before he continued “I didn’t know what to do, even if we had been in a hospital when it happened, you probably would have died, and I couldn’t let that happen, so I did the only thing I could think of.” He looked back to her, finally meeting he gaze again.

“That’s why” he said “because I didn’t think you deserved to die because of me, even though I had to kill you to stop that happening.”

 

[illianacole]

Alaina fought the anger that built in her with his answer. Now was not the time to expend energy she didn't have yelling at him. "All because I found what I needed, what you wouldn't give me." The words were a rush of air between her teeth.

She was feeling light headed again and it pissed her off even more to know that the solution would mean drinking from him. how could she possibly do it? It would be too sexual... too intimate and she still wanted him to much to trust herself not to take the opening it would give her. On the other hand, what choice did she have? she would go mad if the gnawing in her belly got much worse.

"Just tell me what needs done, Vince. I hate the idea, but there is a burning almost gnawing sensation in my gut that is making me crazy." She was still pressed close to him, though her body had gone rigid with anger and desire. It was a potent mix and even she wasn't sure which would win once she was no longer feeling so weak.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Vince knew as well as her what needed to be done, which might be a problem, he had been taught to feed from an age so young he couldn’t remember it, let alone teach another the details, it had always been an instinctual thing for him. He did know though, that they both were feeling desires that they absolutely could not act on, Vince was intimately familiar with fighting urges, having done it his entire life, and he saw in her everything he had felt for her, everything he still felt for her.

“Well, you just need blood” he said, looking down at her neck for a moment, the twin puncture marks reminding him of when he had drained her dry, sending a shiver down his spine “arterial if possible, otherwise it takes forever” he added, stalling for time as he struggled with his own urges, but he didn’t keep it up, the longer it took the worse it would get.

“Here, you’ll need to get close, and you’ll need height” he said, helping her up to kneel on the bed, the alternative had been her on his lap, but he didn’t trust himself to stay ‘unexcited’ in that position “height isnt really important, it just makes things more comfortable for everyone involved” he said in an almost whispered voice, again finding himself stalling for time.

“Try to hit…” he brought his hand up to his neck, starting to indicate the general position of his carotid artery, but then giving up on the idea and moving in close for her “never mind that, just close your eyes and go on instinct, you’ll hit where you need to hit.”

 

[illianacole]

Alaina met his eyes for a few moments. for the first time she could see what he'd kept hidden there. He was as unnerved as she by the situation and as aware of their still blazing hot attraction to one another. It brought out the deviant in her.

Gently she placed her hands on his waist and leaned in close, letting her tongue flick lightly over the spot she knew he'd intended to point out to her. "Here Vince?"
Perhaps this was a better revenge than another man had been. Now she could truely see how far his control went with her.

oh she was still mad as hell, probably would be for a while, but it hadn't changed that she wanted him. She wanted to make him lose control in quite another way than killing her. She wanted to see all this desire for her he spoke of. She needed to prod it to the surface.

 

[kittenofdeath]

His first instinct was to pounce, it was hard enough resisting her already without her teasing him for some god forsaken reason, but he kept it together, his hands balling up in to fists on the bed, the fingers tearing the sheets. “Yes…” He managed to whisper out from behind his clenched teeth, both fangs grown out and bared “there will do, don’t over think it.”

“Just hurry up” he blurted out, wanting to end the closeness between them as soon as he could, but at the same time not calling her out on her teasing ways for fear of her stopping, all the repressed lust starting to come out as frustration “find a comfortable spot and bite, get it over with already.”

 

[illianacole]

She chuckled softly. "my, my aren't we testy?" she delivered another lick and added a soft little nip. "are you having problems, Vince?"

This was too good. She was starving and closing in on a desperation she'd never known, but this was an opportunity he'd never let her have again. she was sure. quite purposely she iched forward on the bed and pressed her body close to his as she licked the spot in a much more languid way. just one more moment and she would let herself feed, but first she needed to see him lose control. "Why so frustrated? Am I bothering you?"

 

[kittenofdeath]

“No!” Vince snapped back at her before she moved in, making the mistake of turning his head slightly, letting him see her out of the corner of his eye, refreshing the mental image of perfection he already had playing in his head.

He inhaled sharply as her tongue crept along his neck again, its chill touch burning though him, forcing him to shut his eyes in the attempt to block out the image of her, every muscle on him tensing in the struggle to restrain himself. “You’re not bothering me” he said in the calmest voice he could manage, but its shakiness gate it away as an act, as if she couldn’t tell already “It’s just the suspense, it puts me on edge” he finished, lying though his gritted teeth.

 

[illianacole]

Alaina snorted in response to suspense putting him on edge. "You lie so badly, Vince. You're barely holding onto your control. I want to see you lose it without trying to kill me."

she spoke against his neck, teasing them both in ways she shouldn't. She could smell the blood in him and it was intoxicating. Almost like a drug that she had to try. One more lick to his neck and then she could resist no more. Abandoning her game she bit in and drank of the thick sweet tasting liquid that was his blood.

In reality she had abandoned her game for the hunger she felt, but still her arms came around his waist and she was moaning softly as she drank for the first time. The sensation was damn near sexual for her in nature and her body showed it with soft undulations that kept in rhythm to each gulp of blood.

 

[kittenofdeath]

His eyes opened wide as her fangs sank in to his flesh, he had been so focused on ignoring her words that he didn’t notice until she was already gulping down his lifeblood. But as soon as he did realise she had started to drink, all the anger went away, all of it melting off him as her arms encircled him in the lustful and bloody embrace, Vince had never been a big fan of giving blood, much preferring to take, but Alaina’s fangs in his neck felt better than anything he had ever had the pleasure of drinking.

His eyes closed again as he settled in to the feeling, the mental image of her in his head now a welcome accompaniment to her touch rather than the infuriating temptress of before. His hands left the torn bed sheet and moved to her, one slinking around her hips and pulling her closer in to him, the other sliding up her back to her neck, gently encouraging her to take her fill.