InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE ❯ explanation ( Chapter 14 )

THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE

CHAPTER 14: EXPLANATION

Kagome's POV

Inuyasha just lay there, still looking at me. I could not believe I just did that! Of all the things…of all the ways to help him, that was the only way and I did it…I shocked myself beyond reason. My head was swimming and I couldn't control what I just did. I actually slit my wrist and gave him my blood; allowing him to drink, his lips touching my skin…

Gods…

When his lips touched my skin…it wasn't like anything I've ever encountered before. I thought I would faint out of pleasure right there. And not only from his touch but from what I was doing. It felt so right, so okay to do, but with real logic…it was crazy and foolish! But I did it anyway. And since when did logic come into the situation?

I just found a vampire for goodness sake! Reality was already out the window, flying around, trying to find its way back home. But I knew as long as Inuyasha was here, reality was never coming back. I would never have guessed that something as simple as giving blood would be so pleasurable. My left hand was flat against the bed, keeping my balance. I feared if I took it off, I would topple over onto the floor.

My hand I used to give him blood rested in front of me on the bed, still slightly bloody. I felt as if it was tingling and pulsing…it was a strange feeling. It also felt numb, as if for a second, he sucked the life out of my hand. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. They were so very dark, it was unnatural, drawing me in and drowning me.

"Inuyasha…?" I whispered my voice low and broken.

He didn't respond. All he did, still laying down, was take my bloody hand and hold it in his against his chest. I was too out of it to do anything about it. He closed his eyes for a while, leaving me staring at him. I tried to gently pull my hand away after a while, thinking he went to sleep. But when I tried to tug it away, his grip on me tightened and his eyes flew open.

He suddenly stuck my wrist back into his mouth and stared sucking again. I moaned and desperately tried to pull my hand away but he wouldn't stop. My whole body grew weak and uncontrollable shudders suddenly went through my whole body. I moaned again, this time more loudly when I felt is tongue touching my skin again. My left hand that was pressed against the bed trembled like I was going to fall on my face.

He sucked harder and began to run his tongue over my skin even more.

"Stop…" I pleaded in a whisper. "Please. Stop…"

"In…a second," he whispered back, his eyes still closed and his lips centimeters from my wrist. But I could feel him grab my wrist harder, as if to have something to hold on to as he struggled to ignore my command. He sucked again I could feel just how cool his mouth was, how it sort of chilled my whole arm but at the same time, it felt so good that he had to stop.

He stopped sucking on my hand and held it close to his lips, making me feel his rapid cool breath on my skin. He then started to lightly lick my hand, before slowly letting it go. I snatched it up real quick, and held it in my lap. I moved to the end of the bed, scared as if he might snatch me up and start sucking on my whole body.

I took a deep breaths until I felt Inuyasha shifting on the bed, trying to sit up. He grunted a couple of times and winced in pain. I suddenly felt guilty that he was hurt so badly. But he was a vampire and I did enough to help him already. I gave my blood and he could handle the rest. But as I watched him struggle to sit up, I felt a pang in my chest.

With trembling hands, I scooted loser to him. I didn't know what to do until I already was helping him.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," I said helping him sit up in the bed. I positioned the pillows behind him so he could be more comfortable. Then I scooted away again.

"Whatever," he mumbled. His voice was ruff and cracked, like he just came back from the dead…again. Which he did, thanks to me.

"I just saved your life, and that's all you have to say?" I asked him, my voice trembling.

He leaned back on the pillows and didn't say anything. I just sighed and stayed where I was on the bed. I wanted to leave the room completely, to run out and leave him and take some breaths with none else in the room with me. But stayed.

"Helping a vampire isn't exactly on my agenda. So tell me what's going on. I deserve to know." I said, still holding my wrist and looking at him.

"When Miroku comes." He answered in a whisper.

"NO! I want to know now. So you better-"

"Bitch, your giving me a headache. Stop being so loud." I felt bad for him again. He just nearly died and here I was, yelling at him to give me information. The moment past though.

"Why you fucking vampire!" I yelled, not having anything else to say.

"Yes I am."

"Why were you in the woods? Who kicked your ass so bad? And why did you take me away from my home?"

"Why did you give me blood?" Inuyasha asked me, suddenly seriously. I looked away. I still didn't quite know why I gave him my blood. I looked down at my hand and saw that the cut was…almost gone?!

"How did that-"

"I did that," Inuyasha said, cutting in. "Now why did you give me blood?"

"You were going to die," I mumbled, hoping that was all he needed to know.

"So?"

"How did my cut heal so fast?" I asked him trying to avoid the question.

"My…saliva healed you up. When the cut came into contact with it, it was instantly healed up." He explained.

"So, because your body regenerates fast and your saliva touched me, it healed?" I asked, slightly disgusted.

"I just said that! Now why did you give me blood?" I turned to look at him, straight in the eyes.

"Miroku said he would be back and he would have blood. He didn't come back yet. You were going to die. Therefore, I did something that goes way beyond charity: I gave you my blood to keep you alive. Happy now?" I said. I got up and went to the door. "Since your not telling me anything anytime soon, until your perverted friend comes back, I'm going to Sango."

I opened the door and took a step before I heard his voice again.

"What about me?" he said. I turned around slowly and looked at him. His head was resting back on the pillow behind him. His hands were laying lifelessly beside him and one of his legs were slightly bent while the other was not. His shirt was still open, revealing his chest with the gaping wound that still bled. I refused to look at his chest while I stood there staring at him.

"What about you?" I asked him.

"My wound, wench. You have to wrap it up. Don't want me to die, do you?" he smiled slightly and closed his eyes half way still looking at me.

"Some part of me does, actually," I said taking a step forward.

"And the other half?" he questioned.

"What do you think?"

"Don't know bitch, don't care," he said.

"Listen you bloodsucking, arrogant, `bitch' calling jerk! I am not a bitch, and I am not a wench. I command you to call me Kagome-my name asshole!" I yelled. I saw his body tense up and his eyes narrow. His eyebrows knitted together in a frown. And I couldn't help but feel superior to him. After all, I have the control over him. Not the other way around. At least that was a way to prevent him from killing me if he tried.

I walked over to him and sat on the bottom of the bed again, getting as comfortable as I could. I turned to look at him. "Oh, yes," I said, eyeing him. "I now know what you were going to tell me in my house. I have control over you. I can tell you to do whatever I want-when I want. So you can't try any bullshit."

"Why you-"

"Why you what? Were you going to say something? Like call me a `bitch' or a `wench'. Maybe?" I slightly tilted my head to the side looking at him. He gritted his teeth and looked away. He crossed his hands over his chest roughly, and then visibly winced. "Oh! I forgot about your wound. Let me see," I said, leaning over him. I took his upper arm to move it away from the wound, but he rudely shoved me off him. "Fine! Bleed to fucking death. But tell me all that is going on. Now!"

"I can't. It would possible put you in danger. And I could get in trouble for doing that," he said looking away still. I leaned in closer to him, and I did my best to ignore the little space between us. I knew he could jump me and attack at anytime. But I knew he wouldn't. I just knew.

"You know I'm already involved in this-this, whatever is going on," I said to him. Then I leaned back and looked straight ahead. "I can feel it," I said softly to myself. "And I know-don't ask how-but I know I'm already involved in this crap. Therefore, you might as well tell me what's going on. Tell me everything."

"You don't know what you're asking for…," he warned. He got up, and for a man who had a poisonous wound in his chest, he walked normal. He sat in the chair on the other side of the bedroom and stretched his legs out in front of him.

"Let's start with the basics," I said. "Besides you being a vampire, me having control over you, and Sango having control over Miroku, and besides the fact that you and Miroku fight this `enemy' that was probably the ones who put you in the woods where we found you in the first place and put that hole in your chest, and that you need a talisman to go out in the sun-which makes sense-and I still have your talisman in my pocket in case you want to know because I put it there when you came into my room. So besides all of that, what else is there?"

Inuyasha just stared at me openly. Not saying anything. Then he said, "I knew from the moment I say you, that you were very different from other girls. Maybe crazy-but different…" he then continued to look at me strangely. I put my head down and blushed. Fuck him! Causing me to do that. I don't even know him and he's doing shit like that to me…!

"You should start with the control thing…" I mumbled. I heard him sigh, but he began.

"The only reason you can control me, is because you said my name first." He coughed slightly and then continued. "We vampires never say our real names among humans. We always use nicknames or different names all together. This is because, if a human should know a vampire's name, he or she has control over that vampire for an unknown period of time. We don't know why that happens, it just does. Probably one of our curses that come form sometime in the past-I don't know…but if a human learns a vampire's full name-I mean the whole thing, what ever it may be- the `master' can do anything he or she wants with that vampire. They could also call off the control effect anytime they want. But they can put it back on. This is forever. Or until the `master' decides to give the vampires name back. But the thing about this is, anybody can control a vampire once they know his full name. A vampire can even control another vampire and multiple people can control a vampire. So if we want to expose our full name, it has to be with someone we trust."

"So…what's your full name?" I asked slyly. He smiled at me.

"Only I can tell you that. And I have to be willing to do so. You can't command me to."

That sucked. If I had his full name, I could do anything I wanted to him. Ha! He would be at my feet! Wait, I sound a little evil here…

"You don't know when I can lose control over you?" I asked resuming the conversation.

"Nope."

"But how come when I told you to get out my room, you didn't get out? Or is it because you can't be away from me for long? Is that it?"

"You're too smart for your own good, girl," Inuyasha said. "And plus, you invited me in your room, I'm free to go any time I want to."

"Okay, so I know the talisman protects you from the sun; if you don't have it with you in the day-you're toast-literally. Black toast. Burnt toast. Crispy-"

"Okay. Damnit! Yes! Your right. And how the hell did you know what it was anyway? And how did you know we were vampires? And if you know I am one, why aren't you running away?"

"I-I don't know…when if found your talisman in a closet in my house, I just knew what it was. Not questions asked. And I knew what you were too; maybe your fangs gave you away or the fact that when I turned on my bright light you completely had a spasm." He narrowed his eyes at me at this.

"I did not shave a spasm," he said.

"You did," I said and continued my explanation. "To be honest, when I was little, and even up to today, I've been interested in vampires and werewolves. I read books about them; saw the movies-the whole works. I know everything about them…mostly…it might sound weird, but I believed they existed. Out there somewhere… It was like believing in aliens. Why couldn't there be some secret race of humans out there? But-whatever. I didn't care what people believed or what people said. I believed. That's all that mattered…." I looked him in the eye. "I'm absolutely fascinated with them." Then I looked away.

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Inuyasha's POV

Fascinated, huh. What a strange bitch. Never saw one like her before. I sat there and listened to her whole life story. Like I gave a whole lot of shit whether she believed or not. She would have to believe now because I was here. And I had to protect her. From them…I don't even know how long this control over me will last.

But I hope it never stops…

She looked me in the eye when she said she was `fascinated' with vampires-and werewolves. Why would she care about them anyway? We were the only ones that mattered, the vampires. Not the werewolves. We were stronger, faster, and more skilled in everything. Not them.

"So…." She said after a moment of silence, "How did your talisman get in our house anyway?"

"I put it there. I didn't know that people were going to occupy the house. So I hid it in the closet in the chest."

"How did you get in the house if no one was there to invite you in.?" she asked.

"When no body is there, we can go in without being invited." I explained.

"Why did you hide something so crucial to her survival? You could die without it."

"I know," I said. "But I didn't want the enemy to get it."

"About this enemy…? Who are they?"

That's the question I didn't want to answer. What would she say if I told her who they were? But if I was to tell her, she would be in danger, and I can't let that happen-I won't let that happen. If they find out she knows everything, they will diffidently try to kill her, no matter what. But if I don't tell her, will it put her in even more danger because she doesn't know what she's getting herself into? I know she's right-about how she's already involved in this war.

But how is she? She's just some human girl who was put into a bad spot. How would she fit into the puzzle? But I know, because the moment I saw her…I saw her eyes. I've seen those eyes before. Only once, long ago, but I don't know who they belonged to…

"Inuyasha? Hello, vampire guy."

"If I tell you who they are, you could be put into possible danger. And if you die because you forced me to tell you, it's your own fault," I said, not looking at her. "It's your choice…"

"Inuyasha! Inuyasha I got the blood! I-"

I turned to look at Miroku in my doorway. He held a small vial in his hand that had blood in it. For me I guessed. He was looking at me wide eyed and then he would look at Kagome.

"A little too late I think," I snapped at him. "I could be dead by now."

"You should be just about dead by now! Not sitting around talking!" Miroku yelled. "What the hell happened?! I left and you were barely holding on. You suddenly got better?!"

"Miroku! Shut the fuck up in there! I'm trying to sleep," Sango yelled from her room down the hall. Miroku's lips slammed shut at Sango's command, but his face demanded an answer.

"I gave him some blood," Kagome said slowly. Miroku's eyes got wide as he turned his head in my direction. I just shrugged my shoulders and turned away.

"It was her idea. Not mine," I said remembering the taste of her blood. It was unlike anything I have ever tasted. It was too real to be true. Her blood was intoxicating to the nerves. It held an inner perfume that led me craving for more. It was so hot and refreshing it was frightening to me. I still don't understand why she did it. Why she gave me her blood-to go so far as to cut herself. And for me.

I glanced at her but quickly looked away. I was hooked on her blood like a drug now. I felt it. Even though I didn't need her blood, I could gladly drink it for the rest of my life. I know because I nearly drained her dry. I had to force myself to let her go. I wanted her so bad. And it wasn't even the blood that drew me to her. But I wanted it all. Blood, body…, and soul….

Miroku was still standing there gawking at Kagome. He suddenly held up one hand to tell us to wait and ran out the room. I heard him open a door, and then I heard Sango scream at him, telling him to get out. He came back in with a struggling Sango his arms.

"What is this about Miroku?" Sango asked him when he finally let her go. He backed away from him. He pointed to his mouth urgently. She just looked at him as if he was crazy. He continued to do it, when Kagome cut in.

"You have to tell him that he can talk," she said.

"Why," Sango questioned.

"Because you have control over him."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Just tell him so we can explain it to you."

Sango looked at Miroku suspiciously and said, "You can talk…"

"Thank you, my dearest Sango!" Miroku instantly said. He grabbed her hands.

"Don't touch me!" Sango yelled, jumping to where Kagome was. Miroku put his hands to his chest and had a sad look on his face.

"Sango," he said, "I'm wounded."

"What the hell is going on here?" Sango demanded ignoring Miroku's comment. Therefore, Kagome took it upon herself to tell Sango everything that I told her. I didn't open my mouth. Kagome told me to tell her everything, not everybody else. When she was done, Sango was sitting next to Kagome on the bed looking at the floor. Miroku stepped in front of her and asked, "Are you okay?" she nodded her head slowly.

"Just hard to believe," she said taking a deep breath. "You, vampires. Damn, I never would have guessed. I know Kagome has a better understanding of this stuff, but my supernatural beliefs only go so far. Now that we know everything, who is the enemy?"

"Inuyasha was just about to tell me that," Kagome said.

"Keh," I said.

"Well," Miroku said, "The enemies are…the…werewolves…."

"Werewolves?!" Kagome and Sango yelled at the same time.

"Yes," Miroku said nodding his head. "For centuries, and farther back, we, the vampires, and the werewolves have been enemies. We have been at war ever since that time. In 1207-that is when the war was over between us. We-the vampires- won the war, and in victory, we enslaved the werewolves. They served us well, doing everything we told them to. They were loyal and trustworthy-or, so we thought. But as all slaves, they began to get rowdy. They wanted to escape. And they did in 1568. It was strange. They lived as our slaves for years. Then all of a sudden, it happened. I don't even think it was planned. But none knows how they escaped, or what caused their sudden urge for blood."

"Damn," Sango said. "But you said you don't know how they got out. What do you mean? Couldn't they have just escaped? You know, like killing the guards or breaking from their shackles and killing everyone and anyone in their way to freedom?" Miroku shook his head.

"We asked our selves the same questions. However, the answer is that the werewolves couldn't have done that. They were shackled with special metal that held them down. It's a mystery…."

"Damn indeed," Kagome added. "But what does that have to do with you two kidnapping us? We just helped you get better."

"Where you found us," I began to say, "is the battle ground for our battle. We don't always fight there, but that night we did. I guess you two found us and then you brought us to your home. But, since we were there, our…scent…was all over your house. Your house is close to the Woods and any werewolf would be able to smell us. And you. And if they knew we were at your house, they would have come to see what held our attention. But still…I'm not sure…"

"Not sure about what?" Sango asked.

"When you first found us, I noticed that I couldn't pick up a scent on you," I said to Sango.

"And I couldn't pick up a scent on you," Miroku said, pointing to Kagome. "And we still can't. We do not know why, we should be able to smell everything and everybody, but we cannot, we can only smell one of you. This is also another mystery."

"I can smell you only slightly," I said to Sango. "I smell strawberries but that's it. Nothing else. But I can smell Kagome fully."

"You can smell Sango?" Miroku asked. "I can only smell Kagome slightly also. Then her scent is cut off, as if severed. Maybe…we're not supposed to smell the one of them. This is weird."

"A mystery?" I offered.

"So I smell like strawberries…?" Sango mused to herself hand on her chin. I rolled my eyes at her stupidity.

"Oh…" Kagome said. "If the werewolves were to catch us, what would they do?"

"That's an easy question. They would eat you alive, only because they know you helped us. They can't go around killing people. That would attract attention and that could cause the pack danger. Exposing the pack is punishable by death. But if they found you otherwise, they would let you live."

"So now we are caught in the middle of your little battle?" Sango squeaked.

"Only until you no longer have control over us and our scents leave you. But we don't know when that could be."

"We can't stay here," Kagome said. "We need to go home and we need to attend school in 2 days. So just take us home right now!" I heard her voice tremble. She was scared; I smelled it floating off her in waves. Miroku and I shared a knowing glance.

"We can't do that idiot," I said. "Not until we are sure the battle field is clear out and everyone is gone."

"And that will be…?" Kagome said.

"Probably by morning."

"Figures," Sango said throwing her hands in the air. "Now we stay here till then. Great."

"Oh, my wonderful Sango," Miroku said walking next to her, "We will have fun. Trust me." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. Kagome giggled. I think that was the most wonderful sound I've ever heard.

"Oh, God Miroku, get away from me. Don't touch me." Sango said to him. Miroku just shrugged his shoulders. I got up and stretched my joints, wincing slightly at my wound.

"Your wound is still wide open Inuyasha," Miroku said. "I thought I told Kagome to heal you up."

"You don't give commands to me," Kagome said. "Sango gives commands to you."

"And I enjoy every minute of it," he said smiling. "You two go to bed. I'll help Inuyasha from bleeding to death."

"You're not touching me," I growled sitting back down.

"Whatever," he said leaving the room. A minute later, he came back with a rag and some wraps in his hand.

"I said you're not touching me!"

"I'm not," he said. Then he thrust the things in his hand at Kagome. He threw me a weird look. "Kagome will clean you up better than I ever could. Come on Sango." He held onto Sango's arm but she shrugged him away, looking at Kagome and then at me.

"Maybe I should stay with Kagome…" Sango said. "I won't leave her here by herself with this…this…man!"

Before Kagome could say anything, Miroku stepped in front of Sango. I knew what he was going to do. Sango blinked at him and took a step backwards, but Miroku grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. Before she could say a word, he put his hand on her forehead and said, "Sleep…" in a soft voice. Then her eyes closed and she fell limp and Miroku caught her.

He picked her up bridal style and carried her out of the room without another word. I looked over at Kagome and she looked at me. Then she burst.

"What the hell did he do to her?!" she jumped off the bed and was about to run out into the hallway before I caught her. "Let go of me!" but I only gripped tighter on her arm, forcing myself to disobey her. I knew she was scared, but if she only let me explain…

"Calm down! He only made her fall asleep-nothing serious!" I said to her.

"How do I know you're not lying?!" she screeched. "He could have killed her-or something else-let me go!"

My ears were already burning from her yelling. "Listen girl, if you don't want me to do the same to you, then I suggest you shut the fuck up!" she went still. Good, about time. "All he did was make her go to sleep, he knew she was tired and worried so he just gave her a rest, I'm telling you the truth."

"How do I know?" she said yanking her hand away from me.

"Because," I said. "If I wanted to hurt you, I could have done that to you a long time ago. Happy now?" I went and sat back down on the chair.

It was a while before she spoke again. "So…what is it exactly that he did to her?"

"He kind of hypnotized her-or something like that. He made her believe she was tired, which was not hard because she really was. She was shaking in her boots."

"What happens when she wakes up? Will she remember?"

"No, she won't remember what he did to her."

It was quiet again before she spoke. "If something happens to her.…" she let it drift off.

"Nothing will."

"I'm always the one stuck cleaning you up," she mumbled suddenly.

"Your not stuck with anything. You could leave me to bleed to death, allowing the poison to slowly eat me alive…or you can fix me up."

"The guilty trick. Asshole. Well I'm not coming to you so you better come over to the bed."

"You want me in the bed-with you?" I said walking over with a smirk. I said her blush and then I smiled.

"Keh," I said sitting next to her. "You blush too much."

"Maybe I wouldn't if you didn't make such…"

"Comments that make you blush," I finished for her.

She didn't answer me. She just slapped the rag on my chest and began cleaning furiously.

"Girl, I'm in pain!"

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to do it that hard."

"Whatever."

"So," she said putting the rag away to get the wraps. "How old are you?"

"Not old. I only just turned 50 years old."

"That's it?! I thought you might at least be a couple hundred years old. Like in the movies! But your not old, your young-sort of!"

"So what! I can't help what age I am.. Miroku is only 51 years old! But there are some of us that age that you speak of. I fight with them sometimes..." I leaned back and closed my eyes. As she continued to clean me up.

"Who changed you…? You know…into a vampire?" she asked hesitantly.

"I…wasn't changed. I was born as I am. We can be born…or made." I answered her question, not sure, why I did it.

"So your parents are vampires. That's new to me, I'm used to the whole `I bit you so your one of us' thing. Do your parents fight with you?"

I stiffened. She didn't need to go that far. "That's none of your business!" I snapped at her.

"I'm…sorry…didn't mean to-"

"I don't need your worthless apologies!" I said. "I am fine without them."

"Listen, if you don't want to talk about your parents, all you have to do is say so! Don't get in a pissy mood! So as I was questioning… why isn't there many old vampires that age? And do you all turn into dust after the stake is plunged through your heart by the vampire slayer?" she asked with a laugh as she worked.

"Only the really ancient ones turn into dust, the ones that are old," I explained, happy she switched the topic from me. "Vampires like me-around my age- just die like regular humans. If the Elders were to be stabbed, they would turn into dust immediately."

"Elders?" she asked. I sighed. She asked too many damn questions.

"Yes, Elders. They are the oldest vampires ever. No one knows how they turned into vampires or even if they were turned. Think of them like…the government for us. But right above them is our real leader. The Elders only take care of business while he is…resting. Like making sure we don't kill, making sure all the rules are followed…that stuff."

"Who is your leader?"

"Can't tell you that."

"And why not," she asked.

"Because, we are not at liberty to tell. Telling you his name will be automatic extermination for you and me. And no one knows how he's a vampire either."

"So the status goes: the mysterious leader, the Elders…what's after that?"

"Then it is out supervisor. Well, he's like a supervisor. He takes care of things under the Elders. He holds meetings, represents us, stuff like that. His name is Naraku…stupid bastard. Then there comes me and Miroku. We are the best fighters in our group around here. After us, is everybody else."

"Wow! So you and Miroku are important people."

"I wouldn't say that. We're still regular vampires. We're just known for our skills. But to answer your other question, there aren't many old vampires around because they don't live around here, not all of us are cooped up into one place. Were spread out like you humans. So are the werewolves, them and their disgusting groups of packs roaming the earth like infested-"

"Okay!" she said. "It was just a question. No need to get angry."

"Keh." Was all I said.

"When I see them in the movies," she continued, " they always turn to dust. Its better that way I think. More dramatic…" I didn't really hear what she said. I just felt her hands touching my skin as she fixed me. I felt the heat radiating from her hands and the warmth as it touched my skin…

"There. All done…I talk to the guy and he falls asleep…whatever…."

She removed her hand thinking I was sleeping. But I opened my eyes and quickly grabbed her hand and jerked her to my bandaged chest. She gave a loud squeak but couldn't really say anything else. She was too shocked. I pressed her up against my chest and put my face right in front of hers. Her eyes were wide.

"Hi…" I said and then smiled. "Do you mind if I thank you?"

"F-for w-what?" she stuttered. I smiled at the way she stuttered. I was glad I could do that to her. And I knew she wasn't scared of me right at that moment. I could tell by the smell of her. Her cheeks were flushed her breathing was more quick. Keh, she wants me.

"For giving me your blood of course," I answered with a smile. "What else is there?"

"That's n-not necessary. I did it out of the goodness of my heart. So I think you should let me go now." She began to struggle to get out of my hold.

"But I haven't thanked you yet…" my eyes couldn't help but wander to her red rosy lips. They looked so perfect. Slightly open to reveal a small glimpse of her white straight teeth. I could see the pink of her tongue, as it lay there inside her mouth not moving. But soon…not now, I will make sure her tongue touches mine and only mine. And that's a promise.

But I had to control myself. If I kissed her now, I might scare her off, even more than I'm doing now. But her arousal of being close to me was growing and I could feel my pants suddenly grow small in size. My breath came out quick as I continued to stare at her lips. They were so pinkish-red. They looked so soft. I wanted to touch them…

I leaned in closer and smirked when I heard her take a sharp intake of breath. But right before my lips touched hers, I diverted my mouth to her neck quickly. Not now. I couldn't kiss her now. When the time was right, then I will…

I made sure my lips hovered over her skin; the skin right between her shoulder and ear. My breath touched her and I felt her shiver in my arms. The feeling almost made me lose control. I wanted nothing more to take her then. I barley knew her but I knew I wanted her and no body else. She would be mine…soon…I skimmed my lips over her skin and murmured, "Thanks…" then I went to her ear and mustered all my strength to disobey her command and said, "Bitch."

I let her go and she practically leaped from my arms to the door. I could hear her breathing from the bed. Her face was beet red. She quickly opened the door and rushed out without a second glance.

When she left, I stayed like that for a while. I just kept thinking how close I was to her lips. How close I was to kissing her and feeling her. To touch her…it already drove me insane not to do those things to her. My pants shrunk to a smaller size the more I thought of her in my bed. I smiled and rolled over to my stomach. I stuffed my face into my sheets where she had just been sitting moments ago.

I sniffed in her wonderful scent, taking it deep within my senses. I shuddered when I smelled her arousal. God! I should have kissed her. An opportunity like that doesn't come every day. I'll have to wait to pick the right time to do that. Nevertheless, her arousal…it was so refreshing…just like her blood was…

Yeah. She wants me…

A/N: Well, that is finished. This is my longest chapter yet! Wow, maybe I should right more this long. What do you think? Maybe-I will see what I can do-I am sometimes lazy, ya know. Well, sorry for taking slightly longer to update. School is approaching and we all have to be ready. Besides, I'm just entering high school! And no, I am not scared like most people! But I will do my best to update as much as I can when school starts, which will probably, only be on the weekends. This goes for all of my stories, not just this one. Well, don't forget to read and review!