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“So what? I just bite him and suck?”
They were in the park just outside the city centre, sitting on the wall, framed by a steet light, watching people walk by. Adelaide could smell them, even from six feet away, smell the blood as it flowed through their veins red and warm. It pulled her in all different directions and she was struggling to focus on just one person.
Unless that one person was Anthony, his voice centred her and she turned to look at him when he replied.
“Pretty much,” he said with a smile, “once you break the skin and you taste the blood, you will know what to do. You’ll feel it.”
“How do I turn someone?” she asked.
“That’s a bit more complicated, but it’s the same idea, you’ll know once you start. Try not to think about it for now though, just think about feeding.”
She nodded jumped off the wall.
“Anything else I need to know.”
“Pick off someone alone, never go for pairs. Even if you’re with someone. It’s always best to outman ‘um.”
She went to take a deep breath, even manage to inhale a little air but felt it stick in her chest. Anthony thumped her on the back and she managed to expell the air again in a cough.
“That’s why we don’t smoke,” he said. “Can’t.”
“I don’t – you know I hadn’t even thought about smoking until you mentioned it.”
“You’re only addiction is the hunger now, and you need to feed.”
She nodded. It was clawing at her insides, had been since the moment she woke up a vampire. A single man walked by, tall and thin and in thirties and Anthony gave her a push.
“I’m right here,” he told her.
She ran, a growl building up, that she released as she reached him, kicking as his legs. He crumpled onto the pavement as her feet and she fell to her knees, slamming his head to the side, onto the concrete and broke the skin of his temple. The blood in the air stirred a frenzy and she growled again, a high pitched moan following as she bent down and sunk her teeth into the dark skin, using all her strength to press in deep and sucked. Sucked and drank and satiated a hunger deep inside that she’d felt had always been within her, even as a human.
There was a hand on shoulder and Anthony pulled her back, throwing her aside and she fell onto the cold pavement, looking over at him in bliss. She lay back on the ground, closing her eyes and licking her lips her whole body buzzing with a sense of completion and contentment. She listened to Anthony feed, his growls muffled as he drank the man dry. When they finally heard the slow patter of shoes on the pavement, they both stood, lips stained red. He grabbed her hand and they broke into a run, the two of them out of the park hot and fast before anyone neared the man who was now empty of all his blood.
“Is it always this good?!” she cried as they jumped a wall, heading down the street, flittering in and out of the moonlight.
“Always!” he yelled.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
Home had become an old council flat, left empty after it’s single occupancy had been forced to leave and there had been no one to fill it. No one except Anthony and the others, three other vampires he called his family. Related by blood in one way or another, he had said, and they during the day they hid in the flat and slept and watched tv and played video games.
It was a good life.
She grinned at him and put a little more effort into her run, pulling him long with her, forcing him to keep pace which he did with ease. The two of them rounded a corner and into an estate, running through the maze of grey buildings until they came to their own, only distinguishable by the odd different colours of the doors and the numbers. She raced him up the stairs to their own flat, losing by only inches, and they burst into the dark living room.
Adelaide flicked on the lights and laughed.
“We’re back first.”
“Oh good,” he said.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the bedrooms, his lips curled up in a familiar way. The same way she remembered them doing before he turned her, before he bit into her flesh and drank from her body. He pushed her down onto the bed and kissed her, not hard like she thought he would, but with a soft slide of lips over lips, the red staining them deepening. He pressed against her, fitting his body into hers, and she felt his body hard and for the first time warm against hers. She frowned, her body reacting, remembering the last time she did this, as a human, and wanting all the same, wanting Anthony like that, even though she was sure, this was the first time she had felt anything like that. The first time she’d felt any arousal at all, first time she’d felt anything sexual.
“I know, it’s intense right.”
“No, I mean yes, but, it’s, not possible.”
“Only after we feed, only with all that fresh blood rushing through us, only then Adelaide.”
He smiled again and she kissed him.
The pleasure rushed through her, different to what she had ever felt before, and good, very good, but she felt even more out of control than ever and something, something deep inside her felt out of centre, out of order. Something was wrong and when she climaxed it was both good and bad all at once, all the blood in her body rushing around, blood that was not hers and did not feel like hers for the first time she had fed.
It wasn’t hers, and she needed more, wanted to much more.
She screamed, and so did Anthony, and they came down, hungrier than before they had fed.
“I don’t, I don’t understand.”
“It’s not always like that,” he said, eyes closed, head pressed against hers. “It’s not always so weird, sorry, sorry.”
“I don’t understand what just happened.”
“Not everything works like it should, remember, not everything is the same.”
“You, I, I thought it would be good.”
“It will be, next time.”
“I’m not doing that again,” Adelaide cried, pushing him off her and rolling off the bed onto the floor in a panic. “Never.”