It’s kind of sad, really. She was pretty quiet before she got turned, but now that your friend is a vampire, she’s… silent most days. It’s hard to say chalk it up to something specific. Sometimes you think it’s that you and your friends’ have switched hanging out to overnights instead of during the day, and you can’t exactly be boisterous and loud when everyone else is sleeping. Occasionally, you wonder if she’s frustrated that she can’t see herself in the mirror, but digital photos work just fine, and becoming a creature of the night has done wonders for her complexion, and everyone tells her.
You think you know, though. What’s really got her quiet. She’s really good at hiding it, just like she was good at hiding things when she was alive. Before, she would just put on a brave face and laugh things off. “No, of course I don’t want to be a girl”, “No, of course I’m fine if you don’t invite me out”, “No, of course I’ll top and I don’t mind”. You were the one to see past all of that. You coaxed her out with gentle talks, you were the one speaking quiet, honeyed words long past everyone else had gone to sleep and it was just the two of you, like no one else existed.
So you know exactly what’s wrong with her right now. You recognize when she stifles herself all too well.
Someone tells a joke and the group laughs. She smiles – cute, she always showed her teeth and now you can see the little pointed ones – but doesn’t really laugh along with them. She shudders softly, rubbing her arm. You track her eyes, and they’re moving along one of your friend’s necks. They laugh, and her eyes flicker with the movement.
They catch yours for a moment, blood red like gorgeous gemstones, and she turns away quickly, evading her gaze. She’d be blushing if her heart still beat. But you know her. You know what she needs.
The friend group peels off, one at a time each going home to sleep or get to work, until it’s just the two of you. Empty streets in the early morning, still hours before morning light, quiet and vacant. Your breath carries in the air – she has no breath to speak of. She’s quiet again, like always. You take the lead, veering off the path toward a park. It’s pretty public, but there’s a wooded area near the back that’s usually not monitored by park rangers. You aren’t going to say why you know the best wooded places to hide from authority figures.
She’s confused but follows diligently, bobbing along behind you. Sometimes you wish she could turn into a bat so you could put her in your pocket. But she’s cute enough as is.
You’re finally far enough off the beaten path that no one can see or hear, if some night jogger were to come by, or some ranger looking for troublemakers.
She smiles crookedly, cocking her head. “What’re we…?” You swallow hard, deliberately, and watch her eyes track down to your neck. Like you knew they would. “U-um… what…?”
Your fingers are trembling when you reach down to grab the hem of your shirt. She startles, nearly jumping out of her skin as you pull it over your head, finding somewhere nearby to set it, neatly folded. Then you lean back against a tree, leaving your bra on and looking up at her, brushing your hair behind your back and out of the way of your neck.
“You’re hungry,” you say with a smile. “You’ve been eating out of IV bags for so long, you haven’t had a warm meal probably since you turned.”
“No,” she says quickly, waving her arms. “No no no, I-? I can’t-?”
“Hey.” Your hand reaches out, catching her wrist in your grip. Her skin is cool to the touch, and you can feel the strength beneath the skin. Like if she moved the wrong way, she’d rip your arm out of your socket. It’s kind of thrilling to know she could hurt you, and the restraint she shows to keep you safe. “I want it.”
“You…?” She pauses before her eyes go wide. “What?! Why-? I-! You can’t-?”
“Please?” you ask softly, taking your hand back and brushing your fingertips along your chest, shoulders, neck. “I’ve got a first aid kit in my backpack. You can bite wherever, it’s fine.”
“That’s not-!” she replied weakly, whimpering softly. The way she trembled, eyes wide, mouth hanging open as she panted softly… That’s it. You got her. You know her like the back of your hand.
You reach out to grab her again, pulling her toward you. She moves willingly – you don’t have the strength to move her otherwise – and lightly presses her body to yours. Even through her clothes, she’s cold. She doesn’t need to breathe, but she’s panting now, cold breaths along your neck as she leans in.
“This is messed up,” she mutters softly, hands finding your hips.
“We both want it,” you retort. “It’s consent.”
“I… I won’t want to stop…” she whimpers, lips brushing up your jaw.
“You won’t drain me,” you smile, hands tangling in her hair. “I trust you.”
“I’ll need more,” she pants, uncontrolled now, tongue licking a stripe up your neck as she moans. “I won’t ever want to stop feeding on you, ever.”
You pull her in closer, feeling her lips and teeth press up against soft, sensitive skin. “I won’t want you to,” you reassure her. “Please.”
The first bite is like heaven. Needles aren’t pleasant, but this feeling is… different. Probably something to do with the venom vampires have, some sort of anesthetic. There’s a pinprick of pain, heat that floods your entire body, and then you feel the fangs sink beneath the skin. You can’t help but whine at the feeling, grabbing her shirt and pulling her, closer, closer, needy. You want more.
Teeth pierce through you, and when she starts drinking, you feel like you could get drunk off of it. Blood loss, maybe, or… maybe if you’re being honest, you’re a glutton for it. You’ve wanted her to bite you since you learned she turned. Since you got that timid coming out text, her quietly mentioning she’s a vampire now, you’ve wanted her on top of you. Strong hands holding you under her, teeth biting painfully into you. You can feel her groaning and panting, eyes wide and watching you from your neck.
“Good girl,” you moan, petting her hair. “You’re doing amazing.”
She whimpers, almost sobbing, drinking even deeper from you. Your legs go out at some point, and you find yourself falling to the ground. She catches you, sets you down, straddles your lap and keeps drinking, never leaving your neck. You can see yourself getting paler as she drinks from you. You do trust her, but… fuck she’s drinking so much. Her own cheeks are flushed bright red now, your blood in her veins, filling her with strength and warmth.
When you start to see spots in your vision, you gently tap her shoulder. Her eyes find yours. It’s strange to see a girl pout while her teeth are buried in your skin, but she manages, and it’s adorable, and you have a tough time getting her to stop. But if you didn’t, you’d probably die.
She pulls away with a gasp and a pant, mouth bloodied from your wound, happily lapping up the remainder as she moans and shivers. You can tell she’s as worked up as you are about it. It helps that when she’s done cleaning your neck with her tongue, she shoves it into your mouth. You taste yourself in a way you aren’t used to, but you taste her, too. She’s warm now, fingers cupping your face, holding you in the kiss as deep as she can get it.
When she pulls away, the world is darker than you remember, swimming with fog and popping little stars.
“Are you okay?” she asks softly, nosing up under your jaw.
“Really dizzy,” you slur. “Gonna pass out.”
“I’ll take you back to my place,” she smiles, picking you up like it’s the easiest thing in the world. You smile at that – she never lets anyone come over to her place. It’s a rare honor. “Thank you. Really. I needed this bad.”
“Mm, not so quiet now,” you giggle, drunk from blood loss.
“I’m not,” she admits, able to blush properly now. “I hope you’re alright sleeping over for a while. It’s been a long time since I’ve had proper blood, and I’m not going to want to stop for days.”
Days of being bled dry by her, drinking from you, touching your bare skin, biting you over and over and over.
“Yes, please. I can do that.”
She kisses you, and you pass out. Â
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