needed a minute to, uh, collect myself."
In response, the old man shot me a scowl that made my stomach quaver. "As I am king, I will have her replaced if you continue to refuse. You've got thirty seconds."
I used my time to take one last sideways glance around the room. What options were left? If I didn't feed, Tsedaka would assuredly keep putting people to death until I gave in. Also, I'd need to eat at some point, right? It's sad to admit but I most likely was a, well, shit. I couldn't bring myself to think the words. Damn.
Knowing I lacked even another moment, I grabbed Amelia's hand. And that's how it went, how I lost my innocence. With great reluctance, I let instinct or maybe all the vampire bites I'd seen in the movies takeover and, in a flash, hot blood was filling my mouth. You'd think it'd be nasty, yet I experienced quite the opposite. It was akin to eating the most decadent chocolate dessert while simultaneously slamming ten shots of high octane espresso.
I swallowed eagerly, ultimately focusing on Amelia's eyes. My reality had narrowed down to only me and her, making the rest of the people watching us unimportant. And, when she shuddered in pleasure, I perceived her feelings of absolute bliss as if I shared her body. It relieved me, this understanding that she enjoyed it. At least, I wasn't causing her pain.
"Amelia," I thought to her, wondering if we'd be able to communicate telepathically as well. "Can you hear me?" Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, although, I detected nothing in my mind. Interesting. So, she could hear me but not speak to me...
"That's enough child. You must save room for the other," Tsedaka cautioned, pointing toward Amelia's white clothed counterpart.
Jolted from my euphoric daze, I promptly released the girl's wrist. Her demeanor was that of perfect happiness as she bowed and returned to stand beside her companion. She then pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and used it to sop up the blood that was flowing from the jagged wound. Watching this, I felt awful. What had I done? The poor thing, I'd sucked her blood and taken pleasure in it. Jeesh.
A few queasy shivers later, my next meal stepped forward. The young man was attractive with his short brown hair styled into one of those trendy shaggy looks. He greeted me confidently and, of course, bowed deeply before kneeling in supplication. "I'm Lucien and I'm honored to serve you, princess Luna."
I almost rolled my eyes. All the bowing and princessing, it just plain rubbed me the wrong way. I mean, considering he was letting me drink his blood, shouldn't the groveling be in reverse. Shouldn't I be stooping at his feet?
Trying my best to stave off the sarcasm, I hurriedly caught hold of his wrist and chomped. He clearly wanted me to bite him as much as Amelia did. So, why not? Besides, it was either this or he'd die. And, in my opinion, being bitten was definitely the lesser of two evils. Despite the rationale, a part of me still cringed at my role in the whole mess.
Nonetheless, the instant his thick blood surged down my throat, I cast my troubles aside and became immersed in his emotions. Contentment, honor, and satisfaction. Apparently, Lucien took great pride in being my midnight snack. And that he was, my yummy juicy tidbit, my red velvet smoothie. I mentally shook myself at the absurdity, giggles teasing the edges of my control. C'mon Luna, keep your shit together.
And, while I struggled to maintain a straight face, my food launched into a bout of chuckling that shook his entire body. Oh god, had he picked
In response, the old man shot me a scowl that made my stomach quaver. "As I am king, I will have her replaced if you continue to refuse. You've got thirty seconds."
I used my time to take one last sideways glance around the room. What options were left? If I didn't feed, Tsedaka would assuredly keep putting people to death until I gave in. Also, I'd need to eat at some point, right? It's sad to admit but I most likely was a, well, shit. I couldn't bring myself to think the words. Damn.
Knowing I lacked even another moment, I grabbed Amelia's hand. And that's how it went, how I lost my innocence. With great reluctance, I let instinct or maybe all the vampire bites I'd seen in the movies takeover and, in a flash, hot blood was filling my mouth. You'd think it'd be nasty, yet I experienced quite the opposite. It was akin to eating the most decadent chocolate dessert while simultaneously slamming ten shots of high octane espresso.
I swallowed eagerly, ultimately focusing on Amelia's eyes. My reality had narrowed down to only me and her, making the rest of the people watching us unimportant. And, when she shuddered in pleasure, I perceived her feelings of absolute bliss as if I shared her body. It relieved me, this understanding that she enjoyed it. At least, I wasn't causing her pain.
"Amelia," I thought to her, wondering if we'd be able to communicate telepathically as well. "Can you hear me?" Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, although, I detected nothing in my mind. Interesting. So, she could hear me but not speak to me...
"That's enough child. You must save room for the other," Tsedaka cautioned, pointing toward Amelia's white clothed counterpart.
Jolted from my euphoric daze, I promptly released the girl's wrist. Her demeanor was that of perfect happiness as she bowed and returned to stand beside her companion. She then pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and used it to sop up the blood that was flowing from the jagged wound. Watching this, I felt awful. What had I done? The poor thing, I'd sucked her blood and taken pleasure in it. Jeesh.
A few queasy shivers later, my next meal stepped forward. The young man was attractive with his short brown hair styled into one of those trendy shaggy looks. He greeted me confidently and, of course, bowed deeply before kneeling in supplication. "I'm Lucien and I'm honored to serve you, princess Luna."
I almost rolled my eyes. All the bowing and princessing, it just plain rubbed me the wrong way. I mean, considering he was letting me drink his blood, shouldn't the groveling be in reverse. Shouldn't I be stooping at his feet?
Trying my best to stave off the sarcasm, I hurriedly caught hold of his wrist and chomped. He clearly wanted me to bite him as much as Amelia did. So, why not? Besides, it was either this or he'd die. And, in my opinion, being bitten was definitely the lesser of two evils. Despite the rationale, a part of me still cringed at my role in the whole mess.
Nonetheless, the instant his thick blood surged down my throat, I cast my troubles aside and became immersed in his emotions. Contentment, honor, and satisfaction. Apparently, Lucien took great pride in being my midnight snack. And that he was, my yummy juicy tidbit, my red velvet smoothie. I mentally shook myself at the absurdity, giggles teasing the edges of my control. C'mon Luna, keep your shit together.
And, while I struggled to maintain a straight face, my food launched into a bout of chuckling that shook his entire body. Oh god, had he picked
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