“What the fuck?!!!!!!” David, Tico and Obie were next to Richie in a heartbeat.
“You fucking crazy man!?” Tico was shaking.
“You are taking this vampire shit too far Richie…what if you turn into a damn vampire…we won’t be able to handle more!!!!!” Obie was fuming, enough was damn well enough!
Jon smiled at his band.
“I understand how you guys feel and yeah..Rich you gotta be sure. He won’t turn into a vampire though but it’s a big decision to let a vampire feed from you, are you sure you are up to it?”
Confusion flashed in his chocolaty eyes but as soon as Chimala left out a painful cry, did he yank his wrist closer.
“She is in pain man! And besides I won’t turn into a vampire..just do it already, you are wasting unnecessary time. She did this for you, so I guess it’s payback time.”
Jon stepped forward, his hand shaking slightly as he poised his finger above Richie’s pulse.
“Last chance.” He had to be sure.
“Fucking do it!” Richie closed his eyes.
A razorsharp nail sliced into his wrist.
“Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss….damn!” Richie hissed.
Dark crimson blood pumped lively from the vein, spilling over his wrist and plopped onto the earthen floor. Inching closer, fear turned his eyes into huge black pupils.
“Is it gonna hurt?”
“Depends on Chimala…” Jon took Chimala’s twitching body from Richie, lowering down he whispered.
“Chimala, you need to drink or you are going to die…” The smell of blood hung in the air and her fangs had a life of their own as they lengthened with every labored breath she took.
Richie held his arm above her mouth, letting the blood spill over her lips, she snarled and her eyes flew open, flashing ruby eyes.
“Chimala….this is Richie…he is offering you blood so you can heal…Chimala do you hear me?” Jon shook her slightly.
The inner battle within her was evident with the constant change of eye color…ruby..copper…ruby …copper…
Richie swallowed harshly and prayed that he would come out of this in one piece, pushing his wrist against her lips he braced himself for what was to come.
A crunch echoed through the still night and Richie groaned as pain slam into him like razor spikes.
Jon’s eyes took on the familiar glow, his fangs lengthening as he watch his sire fed, smelling the blood, feeling his own thirst grow.
Chimala’s mouth was strong and her fangs penetrated deep, slicing through sinew, scraping against bone. Her soft mewling sounds tapped down the men’s backs and they shivered. God in heaven! They were glad it weren’t one of them!
Her hands captured his wrist and kept it close, her tongue lapping against this skin as she fought for every single drop of blood. Richie felt himself growing weaker, his legs felt rubbery and he wanted to just close his eyes…the immense pain had settled into a warm, sensual wave.
As the blood soaked into her parched soul, she became aware of her surroundings, her eyes opened slowly and the moment it focused on Richie’s face above her she smiled sensually. A flood of sexual awareness brushed Richie’s insides and he moaned suddenly, she was inside him, awaking fires that were beyond his control. Richie’s head fell back, instinct exposed his neck as Chimala charmed him to her will.
“Chimala…it’s enough. “ Jon was lisping heavily, his voice clapped warningly. “Chimala…back off.”
Jon knew at that moment Chimala’s thirst was out of control and that she would kill Richie without blinking an eye.
Snapping his head back, he yanked forward and slammed his fangs into her neck. She snarled ferociously, breaking contact with Richie’s flesh.
Richie stumbled backwards, blinking his eyes wildly. He fell to his knees and was immediately surrounded by worried faces.
Jon eased from her neck, he had tasted a tinge of Richie’s blood and he couldn’t say he blamed her for not wanting to let go. It was dark and oh so damn rich….
Chimala came to her feet again, palming her neck where Jon bit her a few moments before.
“I had to stop you. I wouldn’t have let you kill him.” he smiled slightly but she didn’t miss the warning in his eyes.
“I know and I don’t blame you.” Coppery eyes shone in the dim light, the only sign of her earlier feeding, a droplet of red in the corner of her mouth. Jon focused on the little drop and one quick lick of her tongue and it was gone.
Richie was cradling his wrist, blood spilled from the wound freely but the jumble of feelings inside him was what concerned him the most.
Chimala stepped towards him and kneeled down, ripping a piece of material from her dress, she offered it to him.
Wrapping it around the puncture marks she smiled into his eyes.
“Thank you.”
Richie was still at a loss for words, the emotional rollercoaster ride scared him shitless but the knowledge that he loved the feeling she transferred into his soul when she was feeding left him shaken and yearning for more. That wasn’t right! Damn it all to hell!
He nodded slightly.
Jon watched as thoughts flashed before him. She had purposely charmed him…Richie could be turning into a willing donor as they speak! It was his turn to feel fingers of fear tapping down his spine.
“I told you, you would taste like pure sin…and I was right.”
With inhuman strength Jon lunged forward and swiped her to one side, his fury burning in his cold eyes.
“Don’t even fucking THINK about it. He helped your ass out in a moment of need and that’s the end of it. If you just as much as look at my band and crew a funny way, I’ll rip your fucking throat out. Get it?”
She stood up from where Jon had thrown her, patting the dirt from her clothes.
“You could have told me nicely, no need to get physical. My…but you are a powerful vampire aren’t you sweetheart?” She taunted him and he took the bait.
“I’m grateful for what you have done but Chimala I’m warning you , stay away from Richie and the rest of my band.” He meant business and she could read it in the calculated eyes. His strength was growing every ticking moment and she knew she wouldn’t be able to defend herself against him.
He was but a *childe in the world of vampirism but he had surpassed her in power and strength with millenniums…she knew that this could cost her her life if things should ever get out of hand like it almost did when he ingested the poisoned blood.
Her eyes drifted from each face to another, resting a moment longer on Richie’s.
You liked it when I fed from you, admit it cowboy.
Get the fuck out of my head. It was once and once only, there will be no more free drinks from now on!
Jon’s head whipped towards Richie and then Chimala. He couldn’t gain entrance to Chimala’s mind but Richie was an easy feat.
“ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!”
Chimala stepped back, fear written in her eyes.
“All is done here.” She bowed her head, refusing to meet Jon’s gaze.
As the unit of men sauntered out, welcoming their leading man back to…well …life…Chimala’s eyes fixed on the strong back of the dark haired male, her fangs slicing into her lower lip as her thoughts were given full reign. Richie was a Black Swan*..hell the whole band was…but she was so much more interested in the tall man with the dark, smiling eyes….
Childe: A pejorative term for an inexperienced vampire.
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