not, but I laughed.”
“That is sorta funny. The guy pissed himself? Really?”
“Oh Northern, you have no idea what she was like. Do me a favor and don’t get hurt. And don’t flirt with other girls!”
“Ah, I don’t flirt. And girls don’t flirt with me.”
“Hmm, I’m not so sure about that, but don’t be surprised if they start.”
“Why?”
“Never mind, just trust me.”
I was already trusting her with my life, what more could I do.
We were at my building and I found a spot to park not far from the door. Lydia leaned over and pecked my check, then was out of the SUV in a blink. “Alright, go be nice to my girl.” I started to nod, but she had faded into the dark.
Tatiana was sitting in my leather chair, wearing jeans and the NYPD hoodie, paging through one of my books, The Hobbit. She bounced to her feet when I came in, a little smile on her face.
“Hi zayka ” She said. “Hi right back at ya” I replied with a grin. “Er. What’s a zayka?”
“It is a bunny.”
“A bunny?”
“Is term like …’honey’.” She said.
I guess that was okay. Then I studied her some more. She was paler, circles under her eyes and a nervous sort of edgy look about her. She froze while I thought about it for a second.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” I guessed.
She didn’t answer for a moment, then gave a little nod and said, “A little.”
I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, but it seemed natural.
“Okay, let me change and then you can ..er..feed?” I wasn’t sure how to phrase it.
She started to shake her head, but I jumped back in.
“No really, Tanya,..zayka, if you ’ r e hungry and my blood is especially good for you, then we feed you. Simple as that. I got lots.”
I tried for light but it was such an odd thing to say that I didn’t get it quite right. I changed out of my uniform and gear, putting on nylon wind pants and a red Fall Out Boys tee shirt.
She was nervous, but I had settled myself down while changing and I just asked, “Okay, what’s the best way to do this, or maybe I should say, what’s your preferred way.”
Her eyes got wide, her pupils fully dilated and she licked her lips nervously.
“Oh, you haven’t done this in a long time, right? Why don’t I sit on the futon and you can lean back on my chest and feed from my wrist?” I suggested, holding up my right arm. She nodded and so I got into a comfortable sitting position, my feet on the floor and she sat next to me, her legs out on the futon, my right arm around her.
She looked at me and asked, “Are you sure?” and when I nodded she gently pulled my arm to her mouth, her eyes on mine and bit. I felt a sharp pinch, like the doctor always says you’ll feel, just before he jabs you with a spear sized needle. The tiny pain was gone in a flash and I felt heat radiate up my arm and through my chest, down my torso, pelvis and legs. It was nothing like the night at the club. Waves of feeling rolled from my wrist through the rest of me, the sensation completely pleasurable. Really pleasurable. In fact, I was glad she was only leaning on me and not sitting on my lap, or she would have instantly known just how much I liked it.
I could thoroughly understand how vampires could find willing donors. Thinking back to my one night at the club, I could now see that some of the clubbers had been there just for that reason. Tatiana was drawing blood very slowly and while I could feel the blood flow out, it didn’t create the panic I had felt the other night. It seemed like a long time, but it was only four or five minutes, when she finished, licking my wrist. I was breathing hard, my pulse racing. Her saliva healed the punctures instantly. My left wrist didn’t even have a pink spot from her first feeding. Her cheeks were flushed and she smiled, stretched, arching her back in a lithe motion, and then kissed me.
Soft at first, the
“That is sorta funny. The guy pissed himself? Really?”
“Oh Northern, you have no idea what she was like. Do me a favor and don’t get hurt. And don’t flirt with other girls!”
“Ah, I don’t flirt. And girls don’t flirt with me.”
“Hmm, I’m not so sure about that, but don’t be surprised if they start.”
“Why?”
“Never mind, just trust me.”
I was already trusting her with my life, what more could I do.
We were at my building and I found a spot to park not far from the door. Lydia leaned over and pecked my check, then was out of the SUV in a blink. “Alright, go be nice to my girl.” I started to nod, but she had faded into the dark.
Tatiana was sitting in my leather chair, wearing jeans and the NYPD hoodie, paging through one of my books, The Hobbit. She bounced to her feet when I came in, a little smile on her face.
“Hi zayka ” She said. “Hi right back at ya” I replied with a grin. “Er. What’s a zayka?”
“It is a bunny.”
“A bunny?”
“Is term like …’honey’.” She said.
I guess that was okay. Then I studied her some more. She was paler, circles under her eyes and a nervous sort of edgy look about her. She froze while I thought about it for a second.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” I guessed.
She didn’t answer for a moment, then gave a little nod and said, “A little.”
I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, but it seemed natural.
“Okay, let me change and then you can ..er..feed?” I wasn’t sure how to phrase it.
She started to shake her head, but I jumped back in.
“No really, Tanya,..zayka, if you ’ r e hungry and my blood is especially good for you, then we feed you. Simple as that. I got lots.”
I tried for light but it was such an odd thing to say that I didn’t get it quite right. I changed out of my uniform and gear, putting on nylon wind pants and a red Fall Out Boys tee shirt.
She was nervous, but I had settled myself down while changing and I just asked, “Okay, what’s the best way to do this, or maybe I should say, what’s your preferred way.”
Her eyes got wide, her pupils fully dilated and she licked her lips nervously.
“Oh, you haven’t done this in a long time, right? Why don’t I sit on the futon and you can lean back on my chest and feed from my wrist?” I suggested, holding up my right arm. She nodded and so I got into a comfortable sitting position, my feet on the floor and she sat next to me, her legs out on the futon, my right arm around her.
She looked at me and asked, “Are you sure?” and when I nodded she gently pulled my arm to her mouth, her eyes on mine and bit. I felt a sharp pinch, like the doctor always says you’ll feel, just before he jabs you with a spear sized needle. The tiny pain was gone in a flash and I felt heat radiate up my arm and through my chest, down my torso, pelvis and legs. It was nothing like the night at the club. Waves of feeling rolled from my wrist through the rest of me, the sensation completely pleasurable. Really pleasurable. In fact, I was glad she was only leaning on me and not sitting on my lap, or she would have instantly known just how much I liked it.
I could thoroughly understand how vampires could find willing donors. Thinking back to my one night at the club, I could now see that some of the clubbers had been there just for that reason. Tatiana was drawing blood very slowly and while I could feel the blood flow out, it didn’t create the panic I had felt the other night. It seemed like a long time, but it was only four or five minutes, when she finished, licking my wrist. I was breathing hard, my pulse racing. Her saliva healed the punctures instantly. My left wrist didn’t even have a pink spot from her first feeding. Her cheeks were flushed and she smiled, stretched, arching her back in a lithe motion, and then kissed me.
Soft at first, the
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