A Cute Vampire Series / Bite #2

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As she sits there, overlapping her legs on either sides of my frame, I remember that this is what she wants.

With her consent, the pain is all but overlooked upon seeing her smile. The assurance that I’m not a monster and that this will soon pass is quite endearing to me. It’s unsettling how much of that I believe by such a simple glance.

When the next program on the channel takes her attention away from me, I enfold my hand around her ankle sitting over my shoulder –it’s then that I slowly get morphed into fixation.

She prefers that I bite her legs more than anything. As this long month has gone by, unveiling amounts of progress was more than what I could have imagined.

For instance, I could go out in the light and be outside yet, my desire for blood seemed to trigger and deepen even worse. As though exposer to light was sustainable; yet mostly work, an exercise that required plenty hydration.

During sunsets the thirst wasn’t as dire yet I figured to stay indoors despite the week’s adventure. That woman I looked after ; because she was my best friend’s sister made me question solitude. I mean honestly, her excitement about a creature like me wasn’t even entertaining anymore.

I was tested, nearly killed her three more times and was forced to reach out to people and meet with them because they all thought the worst was happening to me –though it was, they need not be so blue about it. She did this –in her own little way tried to make me appear normal so I could feel better about myself.

Only, she wouldn’t comprehend my trials. Inwardly wishing that my life would just end was beyond depression. I was an impossible fright. I knew nothing of my origin –my kind and if this was inherited or simply my unlucky stumble.

“Go on, Baekhyun before Sehun calls.” I’m told, blinking out the sensations of giddiness. How casually she awaits this moment. I hate to make her this relaxed.

I’m bound in an odd way to this woman since drinking her blood. It makes my body ache and throb –then becomes the best suppressant available. I can get high off her and she not even know it. Perhaps I have seen a glimpse of exchange here and there, where I lose myself in her lips.

She doesn’t complain , not since the wooden stick incident.

 

Many moons ago, the time of a dangerously dark moon in detail, made me fragile without even noticing the depiction of doom.

I couldn’t explain it and didn’t feel the need to receive her that day, but she was persistent. That night she came by to try another myth test on me. She wanted to imagine that I could melt from silver and there it was that metal didn’t necessarily make me melt but made her scent change drastically. It’s a nauseating smell, her skin with metals.

Her body was free of earrings or necklaces since she’d been little. I personally know this reason to be from her desire to wear anything but a woman’s trademark. No earrings, no necklaces (of metal) and the yet the only accessory noticeable would be unpleasant tattoos over her body.

This woman was a major anti –pretty material sensation. It’s not like she needed any of that to be so goddamn gorgeous, however the mystery behind her run away background never mentioned much since I would be to the one to find her and throw her back home without charge or an explanation.

The things Sehun wasn’t strong enough to do, I did for him and many times this girl would shun me for it. But now, she’s helping me –smiling at me as though this is a chance to redeem herself. It’s not as if I asked for her to come. It’s her blood that’s powerful enough to change my course stricken with regret.

And so, back to the myth test moons ago…

From there, I had to sniff beyond and see for myself why she smelled so horrible –it literally broke my non-beating heart. The main factor that drives me crazy about her is her scent. If I couldn’t enjoy her smell, I couldn’t rest in peace –yet alone think that it’s good I’m somewhat normal again now because of this sinister block.

I remember saying her name in pain –not long after, I realized she revolted me and I went to another room without being able to share my resolutions.

She followed after me about an hour later as I took a step out my back yard. This night is refrained from being remembered up to that point. It’s all blurry to me in fact and even so, I’m careful not to forget.

The story I was told through her words, was that I tried to attack her when I stared at the moon for too long. In her description, she was able to get a stick in time that was sharp enough to do damage. Actual damage from wood was implanted left of my torso and I supposedly cried out before shrinking to the ground unconscious.

The result left me in bed coughing up her blood.

She came to a theory that, a stab of wood will cause me to reject my food –like food poisoning, I’ll throw up everything out of my stomach and grow ill until –who knows when exactly you see.

I’m still ill but she’s allowed me to drink her blood only this week. I frightened her a good few days and I never did blame her or hound her for answers though I was sweating profusely just thinking about how horrible it must have been for me go out and try to harm her.

This error haunts me even though I’m able to drink from her, I don’t know when the wooden illness will be over. It’s been a little over two weeks.

In regard to that moon, I haven’t seen one like it before –dreams however dare to haunt me even more. I dream now every night of killing. There’s the brand on my skin; it tends to burn as it communicates, telling me to kill a specific woman that has no name, no face neither a will to fight back.

Yet still every night I wake up and realize that perhaps I wasn’t just in this mishap without a purpose. Whose purpose am I?

It’s hard to remember clearly the night I was branded.

 

“He calls every day…” I gain closer, pressing my lips to the inner thigh with a deep sigh. It’s all towards her brother. He insists on seeing me again after the jaw dropping encounter we had of me and her. He thinks we’re dating. I deny it yet I can’t say that she was eager to agree.

Her words were a bit too much if I were to say so…

“He said he needed me, so I’m taking care of him for now. Don’t worry about us.”

Us?… there is no us.

She’s evaded my life and I cannot ignore her because she’s who I desire unmeasurably due to fate.

“Because you don’t return his calls since then –you need to hang out again; there’s no way you’re not the you that he knows even as a vampire.” There’s a nudge that goes with the response of her being tickled by my .

I’m clearly focusing on other things lately. My tear of sinking my canines in at first leave her cussing under her breath and as always she must voice, “Baekhyun, that’s really hurting.”

I wonder where she finds the courage to let me off the hook in such a moment that our eyes meet from my reopening pupils.

These exact ogles mean something to her and I’m not brave enough to ask. So, she lets me hurt her even more as my bite deepens. I let the taste travel –it correlates in prime time. Her blood little by little gives me strength that I can feel the wounds’ residue only by a centimeter.

Maybe I’m close to getting better. Maybe I’m close to not feeling as though I’m eating to survive. Oh how this experience has made me judge the human I used to be. I told myself, not to have her but when the wood got into my body; she left me entirely and I was all but worried I’d never taste selfsame of her.

But it’s not true. Only recently drinking her blood has made me want it less in the sense that because of her I’m healing.

“That’s my cute vampire…” The mere embrace I find by her saying these words through her sigh-filled lips, pulls me back to a world I’ve never seen before.

I see my existence in a place with a woman saying these words that now cause me to tremble.

“You’re my vampire, now drink.”

 


 

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