“Sometimes Stories Are Just Stories”

shin had, however, been making sabine to feed on her blood more instead of feeding from humans.

tonight is one of those nights.

sabine crosses her arms in front of her, unamused. "shin, i'm not going to feed from you again. i've just fed from the massive vennison that you hunted the other day!"

"when was the last time you feed on human blood?" shin retorted, relentless.

"i don't know, when we passed the laketown?" sabine groaned; shin is really not making it easier for her to control the starving vampire inside her.

it also doesn't help that the ambrosia sweet taste of shin's blood began to fill her mouth, driving her mad.

"which was four weeks ago. we will not pass anymore towns or cities for the next three weeks."

"i can manage that, shin."

shin shot her a blank look, but sabine has learned enough at this point that shin is very unamused. "absolutely you will not. sabine, you burn easier when you have not fed on human blood, even when you have the thickest coat on you during the day."

sabine was about to debate shin again when the werewolf strips out of her shirt; the same tan shirt sabine had given to her when they first met so many moons ago, exposing her chest naked. the flesh wound from their first encounter had grown to a scar still barely visible on her broad shoulder.

"shin! wh-what on five hells are you doing?" sabine feels her cheeks flush, her eyes darting everywhere but shin's topless figure in front of her.

shin tilted her neck to the side to expose more of the skin, a smirk on her lips. "go on, have your meal."

sabine wants to scream and claw at shin. how can shin be this nonchalant with allowing her, a vampire, to feed on her blood again? and why does she have to remove her shirt in the first place? sabine's mind was running faster than she could sprint in her vampire form.

sabine drew a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. "shin, no. put your shirt back on, i don't need to feed on you." she tries to look at shin's eyes to put up an act, but the mischief behind shin's greenish eyes is making it harder for her. sabine then bargains, "if a hunter come by us, i'll feed on them."

shin steps closer towards sabine. "we have no idea when or if a hunter will pass us again."

the distance between them is only mere inches at this point, with sabine's back getting pinned at the wall of the shack they are camping in right now. shin held an arm next to sabine's neck, locking her in, as her body drew closer toward's sabine's.

shin is warm against sabine, the whiff of her scent is driving sabine's senses over the edge. her eyes began to flicker back and forth from her usual bright browns to her vampiric ruby reds, her fangs itching to plant themselves under shin's ivory skin.

sabine's breaths began to labour, weakly pressing a hand on shin's bare chest as she whines, "shin..."

"sabine," shin husked, grabbing sabine's chin to tilt her face up to meet her eyes, padding her thumb over the vampire's bottom lip, "feed on me."

sabine's eyes were lidded, no longer flickering from browns as they glow ruby red, clouded with a concoction of hunger and lust. her tongue slicked her lips as they parted open to reveal her fangs, and she could note from her periphery, shin's teeth are already sinking into her bottom lip in anticipation.

shin tilts her head to allow more access for sabine to her neck as sabine grabbed the werewolf's shoulder, kissing the ivory skin of shin's neck before she sunk her fangs into flesh. sabine's mouth was instantly flooded with the saccharine taste of shin's blood, drinking as if shin is her last meal ever.

"sabine…" shin groans softly, the sound so deliciously enticing in sabine's ears. her hands gripped on to the vampire's hips, slotting one of her thighs between sabine's legs.

sabine squealed against shin's skin, the sound muffled and a few drops of blood leaking from her mouth as they ran down the ivory skin of shin's neck down to her collarbones and shoulders. the hunger in her mouth and the pleasure between her legs are slowly driving sabine to a euphoric high she had never felt before.

shin's thigh against her center was steady and strong, and sabine's hips had already moved in stutters against the werewolf's thigh. the overflowing ecstasy from feeding on shin's blood and the burning pleasure between sabine's legs are enough to make her pull away from the bite to exhale a strained moan as she threw her head back.

sabine's mouth was instantly captured in a starved and delicious kiss, as shin's tongue searches for the taste of her own blood in sabine's mouth. a choked moan escaped the vampire's throat, slipping right past her mouth into shin's tongue. the werewolf's fangs had pricked sabine's lower lip, drawing her own blood into the kiss.

shin had her hands all over sabine's body at this point, grabbing hold to wherever she could graze her claws at on sabine's skin. there's a low growl in her chest when sabine's fingers raked her nape, blood beginning to dry all over them and the bite mark rapidly healing.

"shin," sabine whines, breath laboured as her rubies met with shin's lust-filled vermilions.