Jon’s frame was comfortably outstretched on the couch; his limp frame belied the turmoil brewing inside of him.
Ksenia’s tiny frame breezed through the door, her ever present smiling eyes taking account of the man looking so deceitfully calm.
“How has you day been Jon?”
The cheerful girl always managed to brighten his day. Flicking a quick look her way he realized how far she had come from only a mere few weeks back, a shy, nervous, underfed little girl to a beautiful lady. Her intense stare reminded him of her question and he grinned.
Fucking awesome!, he almost snorted at his sarcasm. “ Same old, same old, you know, and yours?”
“Mine was good but I’m not here to discuss my day.” She tapped on her notebook, her eyes scrutinizing his face.
Folding his hands he smiled comically at the little scarp of a girl, looking so ridiculously serious at the moment. She took her role as his guardian quite seriously! How damn cute was that?
Jon took a deep breath and started his little rhyme.
“I took my potions today, no I didn’t feed, I had a bloody steaky thingy with a couple glasses of red wine….anything else?”
She wasn’t convinced.
“You said potions…more than one?” her tiny nose poked into the air.
“Two…three..shit I’m not sure. Go look in the bedroom’s waste basket.” Shit sometimes she made him feel like a naughty child.
Without hesitation she stood up. He heard her rambling through the basket and a few seconds later her big eyes popped around the doorframe.
“Four Jon, you drank four.”
Was she accusing him of using too much? He needed it dammit!
He pushed off the couch just to be met with a feminine hand slapped against his forehead unceremoniously.
She hissed as she plucked her hand back from his face.
“You are burning up! Jon using the potion like you do cannot be healthy! Your body needs blood. It cannot survive on the potion alone. You need to feed Jon. You aren’t looking after yourself properly.“ Her insistent yet gentle voice rang in his ears. She disappeared into the bathroom only to return with a cold cloth. Lifting his face with her fingertips, she pressed the cloth to his forehead. “You need to feed Jon, there is just no other way…”
Lifting his face slowly, he nodded his head, meeting her face. “I know….I know, its just….” His voice faltered it was heart wrenching. His soulful blue eyes gripped her heart, squeezing it painfully.
Love and sympathy overwhelmed her and she stepped closer, hugging the male head to her stomach, her hand stroking as if comforting a child. If Moses doesn’t want to come to the mountain….
There was a moment of resistance from him, but the sudden display of comfort and understanding thawed the icy steel in his bones and he melted into the warm body. Blue eyes disappeared as his lids shuttered close. His arms slid around the tiny waste, how long has it been? The warm comfort of another human holding him, accepting him for what he was… too damn long! The slow thump of sweet nectar pumping through her veins invaded his mind and he grunted, his fangs slipped passed his lips and he buried his face in the slenderness of her frame, rubbing his face as if to rid himself of the sharp fangs.
A tiny movement from her snapped his eyes open, he stared in horror at the pale wrist so close to his face, bulging veins screaming at him, sloshing its contents so enticingly close to his mouth….
“No one will know but us. Drink… its ok.” Her hand was still stroking his hair, her body swinging towards him in complete surrender.
A tiny crunch and a cry slipping from her mouth confirmed his worst fears. He was feeding again. Her stroking ceased, opening her palm she pushed his head closer to her wrist…
Sweet, warm nectar flowed into his mouth and Jon grunted appreciatively. Heaven drenched his mouth and he sucked harder, his intestines constricting as it received its life sustaining offering.
A cry of utter despair ripped from his throat as he flung himself from her. His hand swiped violently at the blood at the corners of his mouth, his eyes bulging as shock slammed into his brain.
“Jon…its ok. You needed it.” Her calming voice did nothing for his tumultuous emotions.
“You tricked me! You fucking tricked me!” A flash of azure orbs made her step back, her hand pressed gently at the puncture marks marring her skin. Usually she had some help to stop the bleeding but not this time it seems.
“Maybe I did, but you needed it and I was close by. Stop overreacting.” A tiny spill of blood drew his attention.
“Do you even comprehend what you just did? Richie will have my ass for this! Ksenia! I didn’t bring you here so you can act as my little fucking life saver! I don’t need complications like this! For fuck’s sake woman! I was just doing fine with the potions and the meat. Just FINE!”
Jon jackknifed onto his feet, only to loose his footing as the fresh morsel of a meal he just savored tore through his starving body. The heady sensation was too much to bear and he gritted his teeth, his hands searching for something stable to lean on.
“You? Alright? I don’t think so Jon. Look at yourself. You can hardly stay upright!” She came closer only to have Jon retreating in panic.
The blood oozing from the tiny holes was too much…waaaayyy to fucking much!!
Ksenia focused on the darting blue orbs. His fangs flashed in the electric light, refusing to retract as the smell of blood hung in the air.
“I’ll promise not to trick you into feeding from me again but then you must promise to feed at least once a week. Deal?”
Jon nodded. His mind was swirling, his body aching from the tiny amount of blood soaking into his parched tissues.
Suddenly they were face to face. How did she move so fast? Was it him? He didn’t care anymore, he was hungry as hell!
Lifting her wrist towards him, she smiled.
“Finish your feed.”
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