One Drink

Emerging from the steam-filled sanctuary of my bathroom, the lingering warmth of the shower clung to my skin, a fleeting reminder of the humanity that once pulsed within me. The scalding cascade had become a ritual, a desperate attempt to wash away the nocturnal urges that now dominated my existence. As a newly turned vampire, I found solace in these small acts of normalcy, a balm for the eternal disquietude that haunted my undead life.

The craving for normality was a hunger as potent as the thirst for blood, an ache for the mundane pleasures of the life I once knew. Most days, the yearning went unfulfilled, leaving me adrift in a sea of immortal solitude. Yet, today was different. For the first time in over a week, a semblance of my former self flickered to life within me. It was akin to the fluttering heartbeat of a smitten girl, a sensation I thought had been extinguished forever. I felt like a high school girl with a crush. His touch sparked that old, familiar giddiness, igniting a flurry of butterflies that danced wildly in my chest, their wings beating against the bars of their cage.

My gaze settled on Lord Syndril, who reclined with an air of aristocratic ease on the plush love seat. His head was tilted back in repose, revealing the elegant line of his throat, a column of vulnerability that beckoned to the predator in me. The top buttons of his shirt lay undone, a silent invitation to the feast that pulsed just beneath his skin. The soft cadence of his snores confirmed his slumber, a lullaby to the beast within.

I found myself tracing the path of my tongue across my lips, a subconscious prelude to the feast that awaited. The vein in his neck sang a siren’s call, its rhythm synchronizing with the growl of hunger that echoed from my depths. Today’s rigorous training had whetted my appetite, sharpening the primal need that now defined me. And there he was, an unwitting offering to my ravenous desires, present for my afternoon sustenance. Perhaps he would not object to my indulgence, to a sip taken from a source other than the one we always use.

I prowl over to him as if he is my prey, I can’t stop myself. The urge is too strong to resist. It’s just one small bite I tell myself. He probably won’t even notice. I climb onto his lap my legs sat on the outside of his. My damp hair clung to my forehead. I leaned in running my tongue over the vein in his neck when I felt his hands grab my ass.

“Don’t get shy now,” he spoke squeezing my ass a little harder. “You even dressed for the occasion.” He purred in my ear.

I sucked in a sharp breath, “I am so sorry my lord.” I met his eyes only a breath away from his face. “I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t stop thinking about your blood.”

He brushed a few strands of hair from my face, “It's okay Caroline.” He cupped my cheeks in his hands in a sweet gesture. “Sometimes the hunger can make us do things we would normally never do.”

The stupid tears started to stream down my cheek before I could stop them. “Will I always be like this?”

“No,” he swiped a few tears away. “This will go away with time. Everything you are feeling is normal.”

The guilt must be getting to my head because I can’t help but bare my neck to him. “You said yourself you can only feed from my blood line, but you haven’t fed from me since I have been here.” His long finger traced the vein in my throat. “I think it’s only fair if you feed from me tonight.”

He let out an audible groan. “Caroline, if I drink from you. I don’t think I will be strong enough to stop myself.” I try and fail to hide the look of hurt that crossed my face. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It's just that I haven’t drank from anyone in a long time. A very long time.” He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I have waited a long time for you.” He spoke barely above a whisper.

“Why?” I look at him confused.

“I think its best if I tell you that another time.” He looked down at the towel pulling around the tops if my thighs. “Perhaps when you have cloths on.”

That was when I realized I have been sitting on his lap in nothing but a towel. “Oh my god!” I screamed, “I am so sorry! I didn’t realize...”

I went to jump up when he grabbed my hip. “Even after your shower I can still smell him on you.” He growled out, as his hands slowly started to travel to my ass again. “Why does the wolf get to touch but not your own husband.” He nipped at my ear, “I can make you feel way better than he can.”

What the fuck is happening right now? He has never spoken to me like this, and why do I find it so sexy. “My lord?”

“It drives me crazy knowing he has touched you in ways I haven’t.” His hands yank on the towel pulling it off my chest.

He trailed kisses along my neck, I can feel the sharp pick of his fangs, “Damon?” I said with a little more force to get his attention this time.

He picked me up and tossed me on the bed in a flash. I hardly had time to process what he had done. I waited for a moment, but he didn’t join me. I picked my head up and looked around the room, but he was gone. I stared at the ceiling for a while letting the hunger wash over me, when May popped up next to the bed. She had a tray with a single glass of blood.