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It wasn't so much that Dana though it kinky to have him wrapped up in a blanket for modesty and warmth. She'd never laid with a man before, and frankly, the thought always frightened her a little. Of course this was most probably enforced by her prudish parents who never wanted their little girl sullied, they'd kept her sheltered from any of the negative happenings in the world. Another reason to why Dana was so easily taking this man in to help him. She was shy by nature, incredibly so, that was the real reason to any hesitancy she had, she didn't think that he could very well possibly do something bad to her. Since she left home and came all the way to Venice for college, she'd heard of bad things done to people, but of course, she never thought it would be something that can happen to her. The quiet girl, with the big heart, and never really anything negative to say about others. She tried, very hard to not keep looking at his bared chest and watch the rain fall down on it, it was rude, so she kept her eyes focused straight ahead.
She looked at him and gave him a small smile, a hint of a dimple showing in each of her cheeks as she gives him a polite little bow of her head, and blushed furiously, “It's a pleasure to meet you Abel,” she said, “And no, I don't have a man at home or courting me,” she answered then shrugged, “I'm hardly ever noticed,” she said quietly, as though embarrassed at this statement. In truth, she was. It was something her parents would have wanted, and because of this, she wanted the opposite, but she wasn't sure how to go about to go from unnoticed, to being noticed. She didn't wish to be the center of attention mind you, she just wanted to be noticed a little more often than she was. She didn't consider herself a great beauty, but she knew she wasn't some ugly duckling either.
Dana appreciated his odd speech patterns, she always like reading the classical literatures, and the way he worded his phrases, reminded her of them. She smiled with her appreciation as she continued walking down the alley with him. She did try looking at him from the corner of her eyes, he was a good looking man, quite handsome. The scars only added character, strength, in an odd sort of way. Where most others saw ugliness, Dana usually saw beauty, or character.
They were coming up to the end of the alley and she pointed left, reminding him where her apartment was located, she shivered a little harder than she had been and she gripped his coat and her windbreaker closer together. Her teeth started to chatter some as she looked ahead, they walked a few more minutes and they would soon be inside. She just had to push herself a little further, for herself, and for Abel. After all, as far as she's concerned, he didn't have anywhere else to go.
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Her words sounded lonely to him, a long life full of boredom and undistinguished ladies with their beauty always matched with each another. It was a terrible over told fairy tale, one he could not wait to escape. Nature had given him the best weapons to deal his quarry: unmatched glory in appearance, twice the strength or speed of a single person, senses that out stripped any human with no disturbance from the elements, venom from his fangs paralyzed victims, and of course the unrelenting hunger for their blood. He once walked in to a debate about hunting, a right activist group with signs asked: We humans are animals, why hunt us too? Little did they know that was Mother Nature’s plan along especially once the human kind began over population of itself? Abel wondered how Dana’s blood tasted. Harsh all the way though like a beer? Or sweet like a Morgan and coke mixed beverage. The vampire had many prey of all different varieties, but each wasn’t what he craved while the light milky substance was forced through the system. The cold air had difficulty reaching in his flesh and the dampness ensured his pants would almost never dry again. Boots sloshed the puddles away, careful not to spatter her with any. For once the hunger willingly fainted into the background.
He noticed she avoided his bare chest, many reasons why scrambled though his head. It caused him to glanced down noted his each one of his scars: one ran from his right breast only to stop right next to his navel, another danced just under his sternum to end at where his pants began, and finally the large gun shot just below the pectoral muscle closed to the side of his body. This final one-only one not to cross any others- reminded Abel of his own mortality and near death experience with a hunter’s shot gun. Vampires weren’t the impossible to kill, or the romantic monster’s the modern world made them out to be. Often the man looked at himself differently than the parasitic creature; his craving was just like anyone eating something, no one called a carnivorous individual a murder when they bite into a slaughtered steak. There was little difference since everything consumed was life from animal to vegetable, nothing was excluded. The sky over head held its grey overcast, the rain seemed endless.
The words of her having no man brought Abel back into focus far from his past. No man meant anyone to hear her scream or fight back. And certainly he would not be able to get a meal from a hotel. Another supposed thing occurred to him, maybe she was a very naïve girl and to take him home would be the worst mistake she had ever did. The vicious motion broke once more her scent shifted up, damn this unhindered snout that the rain failed to even block. The man believed his heart black to the world, the existence where ever thing jaded from over involvement to the point a funeral would have more life. Something about this girl back interest to life, more than likely it was her flaws which broke up his monotone life. His tongue rolled in his mouth, and the jaw shifted as they came closer to the apartment. She pointed to the area and shivered more. Abel realized she could freeze to death, ruin his night of a meal and fun so he gripped her tightly to him. He hoped she wouldn’t struggle- his hand would still hold fast to hers none the less- as he rushed her with a bit of his vampire strength beneath the over laid roof. His skin temper separated from her body by the coat in his urgency. If all this happened as he hoped, she would be pressed against the wall out of the rain and his arms would pin her on either side from running. This wasn’t an aggressive maneuver simply a desire to get her to a drier place. The sooner they got inside the better.
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Dana gasped as her heart went into her throat from him moving her against the wall and under an overhang so quickly. She didn't fight back or try to escape, no. Instead she just looked at him with wide emerald eyes, full of confusion and fear. At the same time she was still trusting him to not hurt her, hence why she didn't try escaping or fighting. As she continued to look at him nervously, her eyes searching his face, her hands grabbed onto his arms lightly, “Wh-what was that for?” she stammered out softly, nervously. Then she looked over in the direction they were heading, “My building is just the second one down on the left hand side,” she said again in a soft voice. Oh god, did she put her life in this man's hands? Was this the price she was going to pay for not giving into every demand her parents made of her? She hoped not.
Even with that going through her head, and no doubt the thoughts evident upon her face, she still didn't try to get away from him. She shivered again, but she wasn't sure if it was still from the cold, or from her now growing fear of him. Her teeth started to chatter lightly as she continued to stare at him with wide eyes. In his rush of pinning her against the wall, her hood fell off, revealing long coppered curls, most of the length of her hair was still tucked inside her windbreaker and only the front was soaked, the rest appeared to be damp, making the copper colored locks look darker. Her complexion had grown pale, already fair, it now looked as white as a sheet.
Her heart rate sped up, as soon as she realized that, she took deep breathes, slowly. An attempt to calm her fast heart rate down, as well as perhaps the shaking as she visibly forced it to stop, to no avail. All of this, signs of fear and confusion, and she still didn't try to run from him, she just stared at him, confused, afraid, nervous, trusting.. and perhaps a little bit of wonder.
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She was such a pretty thing, pure and simple. A new toy that if Abel wasn’t careful she could shatter before his entertainment had began. Still worse part was he acted on pure impulse a thing he was often tried to manage. Emotions were addictive to him but strange and dangerous, like too much heroine into a druggie’s system. It blurred the perfectly set lines; often a trail of miserable events foretold the mistake. His breathe labored a bit while the vampire set back vainly to center himself. The chest moved up and down for a few moments, not the need for oxygen but call for for patience. This was not the time to lose it when he was so close. The pounding of the blood in her mixed heart, the smell of her body, and even the very closeness made his mind hazy. Lust for her blood dangled there in front of him, increased the desire for it as he leaned to hover just inches from her neck. Pound, pound, pound... Just a bit more into her neck and he could feed. A realization made him stop cold in his tracks: the rain had stopped. It seemed Mother Nature believed her will obeyed at last and responded with praise. Abel leaned back, pants rubbed from her had bended for a closer look. Water drops fel from his naked torso onto the ground. A hand pulled back to replace the bangs that had fallen over his pretty silver grey peepers and breath was eased out into a white mist. It was time to finish this charade and feed, but to reprimand his creator he would leave the girl alive.
If there was anything he hated more, it was being mocked into killing. That destroyed the enjoyment for him. His actions clearly scared Dana, words stammered which brought a smile to his face. There was damage yet the little lamb stood her ground out of something: fear or courage he could not say. She seemed desperate for answers and worst yet scared. In all reality this should have been present earlier by her instincts unless… it never occurred to him, the idea was ill practiced in more socialites today but it was still there. His prey was sheltered from day one. The words were hard to understand and a farther question made its appearance. Why was she here and alone? That was biggest and greatest piece of the puzzle, a thing he wished to solve. This was his last moments to salvage his hunt and Abel intended to go all in for the prize: Dana’s blood.
“You looked cold and I thought it was best for you to get out of the rain. My apologies if I was to forward in my actions. I hoped I didn’t offend you, my young lady.” The voice was a bit rough and his eye brow lifted up to inquire,” I am really a fool, aren’t I?”
Dropped the hands to his sides, he then took his left arm out to the outside stairs that lead to her apartment and stood a bit apart for her comfort to return. Abel could be a true gentleman when he focused on it. a breeze from the sea cut into him, the body blocked it’s blunt force from hers. He would ensure Dana would not be chilled by it as he intended to follow her up. Once inside, then prize would be his at least. Reading his thoughts, the hunger flared in to a ball of fire deep within his stomach exited its long wait was soon over. Opinions of her blood’s taste re-entered his mind, under his lips his tongue coated with saliva for it. What had it been, three weeks since his last meal? It was a Korean woman, her skin dark as creamy mocha and it ruptured so easily that the blood filled every corner of his mouth. Her diet consisted of mostly grains gave her a yeasty or wheat flavor found in brewed liquors, a bit harsh for his tasted but Abel was desperate during that time. Unfortunately she didn’t last very long, bled out in his very grasp. A ditch was the perfect place for a body limp with death, but Dana wasn’t that woman. Just to punish nature, her life became the key thing to spare. It still didn’t mean he couldn’t play with her first after all he was a monster.
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Dana shivered when Abel leaned in closer to her, when he was just inches away from her neck, she'd stopped breathing. Held her breath, and she didn't realize she was doing so until he moved away from her, an arm held out toward the door of her building. Softly, she exhaled slowly through her full lips, before she stepped over to him and shrugged a little, “You are forgiven for your sudden movement, sir, and I thank you for thinking of my well being,” she replied to him in her soft, shy voice, hesitant still. Then she placed a light hand on the back of his upper arm, gently trying to urge him to follow her once more.
After they had entered the building, the interior looked quite a bit on the shabby side, and it was deathly quiet, however, it was all she was able to afford on her student salary and scholarship, they climbed two flights of stairs before stopping in the middle of a hallway at a generically white painted door. There were two others in that hallway, one at the end, another opposite of her door. She fished her keys out of the pocket of her windbreaker and unlocked the door. Once opened, she stepped through and immediately crossed the tiny room to flip a switch on, the lights brightened the room to show old peeling paint. The color used to be cream, but had become a dingy brown in its age.
As far as furniture went, there was one small sofa that was covered with a dark green blanket, and a matching chair, also covered with a blanket, except the color of this was a dark cream, possibly the once upon a time color of the paint on the walls. The living room was impossibly small. However, Dana considered it to be very cozy. Off to one side was the kitchen, it too was impossibly small, in fact, it was just a strip of a room, about two feet across and three and a half feet long with a tiny gas stove, sink and a refrigerator with very little counter space. There was no dining room. One could assume that Dana would usually eat in her living room, perhaps reading a book since there was no television, or even a stereo. On the other side of that living room was the door to her bedroom, which was opened, through it could be seen a twin sized bed in the tiny room, neatly made with a colorful patchwork quilt. One could also tell, that once one would look past the shabbiness and how cramped the place was, that Dana kept it clean and tidy. Indicating that she had nothing to do with the paint job, and the furniture was only of a necessity, and bought cheaply. If anyone cared to notice, there was a very faint floral scent in the room. Lilacs? Roses? Lavender, perhaps? Possibly her one and only real luxury.
After she had turned the light on, Dana stripped Abel's coat off and draped it over some sort of wooden wrack, perhaps it was something to hold blankets? Then she took her windbreaker off and draped it over next to his coat. Behind the wrack was the very small radiator to which she turned on. With that done, she turned around and gestured for him to come in, “Come on in, please, and close the door behind you?” she asked as she pulled her coppery curls over one shoulder. Now that her hair was free from the confines of her windbreaker and its hood, one could see it shone like burnished copper piping and trailed down a little past her waist.
“There are folded blankets at the foot of the bed,” she said to him softly, “You can use the bathroom in my bedroom so you can take your, uhm...,” she blushed furiously at this thought, “you can take your pants off so you can drape them next to your coat, and wrap yourself up with one of the blankets on my bed,” she continued on in a hurried tone, “I can start some water boiling so we can have tea. Unless you prefer coffee or hot chocolate?” Her cheeks were about two shades brighter than her hair as she stood there, looking away from him and waiting for his response.
Abel gasped at the room, an action easily read as amazement but in truth it was pure disgust. He had followed her only to find an apartment that had seen its prime past by and still refused to die with dignity. The only redeeming trait of the whole place was the peace and quiet, a thing rarely he found in his own expensive flat near Miami shorelines. Thoughts of pity that flooded him soon fled in to the contemplations of draining her to escape this miserable place. The instant light went on and his hands rose to his eyes, the bright yellow glow stung the eye balls to squint. The many items clustered in the living room alone could make his task a mission impossible-Dana willing lived here? A tiny kitchen was the most modern installment, a few years back when the models were the latest tech. A scent flowed from the bedroom and crashed in Abel: it smelt like a bouquet to his trained nose, some yellow roses alongside their white tulip brethren.
The vampire’s belly silently reminded of his responsibility, impossible as it may seem, to feed it. From the looks of things, his little lamb read a lot without any sound at all. With an apartment this diminutive it was little wonder she couldn’t fit a television in, a pleasant back ground noise to more… enjoyable activities. The air seemed hazy with each step, the dust scattered into the dim light each floated dot drew his attention for seconds at a time. He soaked in the scene, his pants dripped in puddles on the carpet causing a sponging sound at the press of his foot. A shower was the first on his mind, the rain water still formed droplets on his flesh then cascaded downward with the weight from others conforming together. Politely and as natural he could manage, the vampire press the door clicking close at her request. His boyish face even with the unflattering vague lite room reminded handsome. Every time Abel glanced at her, those dancing curls of her reminded him of the bronze skins of women in his years of youth. A gladiator who won his freedom in the blood-spattered coliseum, his fortune brought though lives and gore, finally his reputation and influence lost to the ages of change.
After she placed his dark coat by the heater, a higher form of a fire and far less effective at heating the body rapidly, her timid voice mentioned a bathroom as well as awkwardness about his pants. His lamb’s reaction caused Abel to smirk. The virtue and plain transparency of her nature fascinated this man, in a world long tainted in its beginning from the worst of humanity’s vanity and it was truly a marvel to find a girl that represented imperfection. Life brought its surprises; it never failed to spark his life. That was the enjoyment of it all, the best thing was the flaws verses perfect world granted to Abel and that most would kill for. Her questions heard but left instead for the unhindered need of warm water on his skin, the cold was finally settling in past his muscles. Never one to be modest or remember the manners of the time, the vampire slipped off his pants allowed them to drop to the floor flashing his rounded butt. Ironically any sexual desires were far from his mind just the need to be rid of the wet clothes. Things like underwear rubbed and detained compared to more commando comfort. Abel pulled the pants up, his front faced from the coy woman, then folded once over to drape beside the coat.
Unaffected by his lack of humility he then ambled though the bedroom past the blankets, his path left a wet trail of foot prints in his wake. Abel’s brow lifted at the daring to place those tacky materials about him- any cheek held inside his head. The bathroom matched the going theme of pintsize and the male’s broad size made it difficult to gracefully move about, he maybe a vampire but even that didn’t make him perfect. A quick in and out, the thought slithered in his head as he twisted the knob for warm water to shoot out over him replaced the chill. The rhythm and temperature of the water numbed his head from everything while he focused on those alone. Time moved at undeterminable moment, hours could have pasted but he would never know. In reality, only minutes had passed before Abel finally pulled out of the trance induced by the heat and moisture. Cautiously he managed his route out of the oblique sliding doors onto the cheap tiled floor. The filth reached farther down than looks, the feel not aided by own experiences of the high life and it certainly wasn’t from Dana’s attempts to scrub it clean. It was just now, Abel realized his lack of clothes while his hand hid his eyes at his own fault touching his dripping hair. The blankets were thick cumbersome, he managed to wrap a single one to one side of his hips the extra length lagged behind.
“Tea would be perfect by the way,” he hollered as Abel made his way out the bathroom doorway for the blankets, his displeasure clear at walking around mostly naked in the horrid things, “I don’t suppose you would have anything aside from these? I am sorry for the earlier action; I tend to forget that not everyone is as comfortable with the human body as me. Allow me to order dinner for the unpleasant sight.”
He wasn’t intending to drink it but the warm cup held in his hand helped convince others his humanity. Abel decided even before Dana answered, it would be probably be an Italian pasta dinner with a leg of lamb full of nutrients to replenish what he would take. Hopefully she wasn’t going to object about eating meat, it was far harder to replace the vitamins from the it with other less efficient vegetables. At the meal mentioned, a sharp pain he had forgotten tried to shatter his demeanor for another time. Once more he pushed it back; Abel reminded as controlled as ever. An after note forced him to add more incase her mind was sharper then her view of the world.
“A friend of mine, Ricardo Lamoure, owes me a few free meals for repairing his kitchen stoves. I am certain he would be more than delighted to place it on a tab until I can get back up on my feet, I insist on please.”
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Upon hearing Abel gasp, she looked at him, looking quite embarrassed? Bashful? “I apologize for the size, and lack of modern electronics, I can't afford very much on my student salary and scholarship,” she said quietly, with a small shrug, “I've tried to spruce it up as best I can, but it seems to be of not much help, but I like it. Its mine,” she finished as she moved toward her kitchen, and grabbed the metallic tea kettle and filled it before she set it on the stove top, taking a box of matches from the stove, she turned a knob, hearing it click a few times, she takes a match out of the box, and after striking it, the small flame upon the end of the stick she lowers it toward the stove, lighting it so it could heat the kettle and boil the water.
When he'd stripped in front of her, thankfully, he appeared to keep his front away from her, but she'd turned a bright red face away, emerald eyes closed to the sight, and sighed softly in relief when she heard him go into her bathroom and the water turn on. She folded her arms across her flat abdomen and rubbed her arms in an attempt to rub the chill out from herself. Hearing the call of tea being perfect, she pulled two mugs out of a cabinet and a box of pre filled tea bags, Irish Breakfast. It was her favorite. Robust, and tangy. She set one tea bag in each mug and filled them with the water from the now whistling kettle, and turned the stove top off, when she heard Abel come from her bedroom, picked each mug up and walked into the living room, handing him one while trying to keep her eyes and blushing face averted from his nude chest, again, “Hmm... I can check, are you just looking for softer blankets?” she asked in response to his question of anything better, but then her eyes widened, “Actually, I think I might have something that could fit you, it may be a little snug or small, but it'll be better than the blankets,” she said as she handed him his mug and walked into her bedroom.
She set her mug on the top of her dresser and kneeling on the floor she pulled out the bottom one, if Abel cared to turn in his seat, she would be in plain view, just a profile, face obscured by the burnished copper curls. Then she heard his offer of ordering dinner and she looked over to him, about to ask how, when he ended up answering for her anyway. She wasn't too sure about that, not wanting to take from someone who was so obviously in need. Then she remembered something her mother once said, 'A man's pride is the most fragile thing in the world, Dana, one must never turn a man's offer down, lest it wound his pride and anger him'. Dana shook her head at the thought, “Only if you are sure, I can whip something quickly here though,” she answered him.
With a small victorious exclamation, she pulled out a pair of very large sweatpants, and a matching sweatshirt, folding them on the bed, she pushed the drawer back in and stood, grabbed the clothing, and retrieved her mug from the top of her dresser. Once she was back in the living room, she held the two articles of clothing out to him and shrugged, “I never wear them so I forgot I had them, an aunt of mine got them for me as a birthday gift, told me I needed to grow into them,” she explained with a fond smile on her lips, the dimples upon her cheeks coming out to play again, “She's always making fun at how small I am, tells me I'll be swallowed in a single gulp,” she continued with a shrug, “I'm not sure how these will fit on you though.”
Dana walked away, Abel’s butt seated firmly on the bed while he held the cup to his lips. A drop never passed the tightly pressed mouth. Still it seemed like he had sipped, light brown with an unaccustomed aroma, as it scorched lightly. The steam rose into his nose caused it to wrinkle slightly before he placed it on a thigh. Often Abel found the lap was not ideal for keeping a tender item safe, mainly from spills. He watched with roaming eyes, his body twisted to gaze upon her bent over a more fitting pose. That butt of her creased with her outfit fitted her nicely to form that his thoughts wandered into lust. A many things he could do flashed into his mind, satiating his most primitive needs and maybe one of hers. He licked his lips while his eyes undressed her even when he insisted. The hunger was growing once more becoming harder to quell. As Abel talked, the material scratched at some of his exposed skin irritating without any traces of redness.
“No I would rather treat you for your kindness, I just need to borrow the phone for a moment to order,” Abel could only guess at what her fridge contained from what appeared to be meager earnings,” Oh where could the phone be?” in his exit, the cup was placed where hers once laid. A perfect excuse to not drink it and easily forget.
Her little pip up of glory as two items: two sizes too big sweats and an itching looking sweatshirt were discovered; once he followed her into the living room she presented the clothes like a trophy. Once again his brow went up with an ‘are you serious look’, his left hand held the blanket in place. Muscles heaved with his movements as he released his hands to take the pair into his square hands, thick and well pronounced tendons. Thankfully the blanket was slipping bit by bit so by the time he turned, his backside was once again bouncing free with his stride back into the bedroom. Abel didn’t mind in the least as this was being normal now.
“It would be ideal, and I am sure the pants will at least fit,” his voice was flat at first but kind as he sluggishly almost closed the door, a crack left large enough should someone peek in on him,” pardon my forwardness but you seem like a very well grown young lady… As for the gulp in one bite, I think I would be more than happy to try.”
Fully aware of it, the vampire couldn’t help but wonder what Dana would do with this one chance. Would she peek or chose the higher route? Thankfully the clothes weren’t pink the very thought would have Abel’s skin crawling with tingles, his hands reaching for the nearest number to a men’s store. Instead they were a gym grey as he continued to examined the pants, the size was women’s so believing these would fit well was a fool’s choice. The sweat shirt… Abel was more concerned with how comical he would look after his board shoulders with the out stretched fabric, the collar would be beyond repair and worst. He really missed the tunic’s era. Sigh. The man took the sweat shirt and tossed it to the side, the clothing creased over the bed end forgotten. His stomach groaned but it was blared out by the sound of ripping: One leg spilt down the side! Realizing this, Abel just let fly a cuss and then decided to just turn the pants into cheap shorts. Loud sounds, which refused to be muffled, spoke his malice towards the garments but he went at with energy anyways. First one leg then the next until final all was left was to remove the frayed cloth that dangled down.
The struggle increased with him finally winning, the shorts barely loose enough to allow him room. When he was sure there was no exposed area it was then the vampire walked from the room. Near the thighs, the fabric strained to keep its shape and it looked more like ill made grey underwear than shorts. The pelvic area was baggier, wrinkles to help hide what would make Dana uncomfortable, leaving room for her mind to imagine. He was careful not to shove anything out of place, noted everything in its place. Any misjudgment would cost him his meal in the end.
“Tried to slavage it Dana but it was in vain. The sweat shirt is still intact,” his words only spoke half the truth. He enjoyed ragging out the fashion wannabe item very much indeed
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“The phone is on the kitchen counter,” she answered his question in her soft voice. Once he took the proffered clothing from her hands, she quickly looked away in case his blanket fell from his hips before he had time to turn, “I'm sure the sweats are still a bit too small, I never wear them though, so if they become stretched out, please don't worry,” she said as she turned her back to him, rubbing her arms with her hands. She still needed to change her clothing, possibly even take a hot shower quickly to warm up. Her sweater was fairly dry, but her jeans were soaked through, as were her socks and shoes.
At his comment of being more than happy to try to gulp her in one bite, Dana turned a bright red, but didn't respond to it. She heard the door start to close, and she thought it safe to turn around, but when she did and saw it was still opened wide enough to see him changing and catching so much skin on one person, she blushed again and quickly turned back around, shivering some as she started feeling more and more cold in her wet clothing. Though she couldn't help but smile at the sounds of ripping, she never cared for the sweatpants and sweatshirt in the first place, but always kept them because she didn't wish to hurt her aunt's feelings. At least now she had a very good excuse to why she'll never grow into them, because she didn't have them any longer.
When she heard him pad out of her room, she turned around, only to turn bright red again as she looked down, oh Lord he was going to be the end of her sanity, she was sure of it. Yes, she had admired men from afar before, but they were always clothed. She never viewed one that had so much skin showing, and the torn sweat pants, now shorts, did little to cover that skin, and left little to the imagination in some areas. Thankfully, the front wasn't very snug so she didn't have to actually see the outline of his manhood. She wrapped her arms around herself and nodded, “As long as you don't become too chilled, and are comfortable, it is alright, as I said, I never wore them, and never planned to,” she said to him as she rubbed her arms with her hands again and shivered lightly. The radiator would take a good hour and a half before it really kicked in.
“Very well, Just give me a moment to order dinner,” in truth Abel was very much relaxed though Dana’s face clearly wasn’t use to it.
The innocent look, the red flush of the face, and also the way she tried to hide her turn on was a refreshing thing to him. So unlike the women he would see flaunt their self-proclaimed worth with worthless trinkets. These things bored him; life filled the brim with beauty left one yearning for the flaws so covered over. Remaining like this was risky none the less and this alone drove his mind back to his basic need: blood. Dana’s useless radiator did little to warm her and it looked to not pick up its heat anytime soon.
Again his meal was in danger of becoming a frozen dinner. Without any questions he pulled the pine colored blanket from the sofa with amazing ease, tossed the thin but warm cover about her shoulders on his path to the kitchen. His eyes flashed with covetousness mainly over her throat and face standing near her. Abel grinned with a mature smirk over her weakness to enhance the small gesture. This little lamb had some strength but pushed herself too hard and Mother Nature would have a death way sooner. Hands rubbed her shoulders only enough to cause warming friction, tried not to snuggle into her body. This was the hard part, he had to make his body far where it didn’t chill her but close enough to seem natural. The most disturbing part was fighting not only the image of thrusting his fangs into her throat but also his natural want of her female essence against him…
Her coppery curls were hard not to touch being this close, Abel finally caved. Mingled this with the beating of her throat veins, and the look of her shivering body then he realize he already lost the battle. The scent intoxicated his nose, fangs lengthened with a small clink before his teeth slide against her so soft neck. Arms ready to grip her tightly if she tried to escape or fainted. From the back of his mind a tiny change of plans ricocheted: I’ll call Ricardo for dinner after and order a change of clothes as well… The first time bitten usually passed out, and in truth he hoped Dana would. The task ahead would be so much smoother going and this chance was just too much to past up. Besides it was too much to fight two urges at the same time than simply one alone. His mouth breathed warm air, his voice smooth like sweeten tea with a monster’s gentle words.
“This may hurt if you don’t relax, but I will try to gentle it…”his grasp tightened more onto the woman, his sharp hollowed fangs started in.
His head nuzzled beneath her, his arms only pressed on hers at the moment and his body pressed up behind. His body would feel unnaturally colder, not from the air but like a snake without the scales. The start of the cool clean taste reminded him of mint, it tailed all the way down into his body. It burn down his esophagus then dulled to a glowing feeling from his belly to each end of his limbs. If she struggled, he would stop but only keep Dana from bleeding to death and try to grip her tighter to resume. His hair drenched from his shower left streams of moisture as each spot made their decent to the carpet below. Instinctively his feet knead the floor, his balance unhindered by his show of pleasure. Listening to the beat rhythm in her pulse he fought nature’s encouragement to drain her. When or if Dana pulled away a small growl like that of a greedy kitten. Only thing was, his prey was bigger than any bird. These actions once made him lost focus and rushed him, turned the event into a feed frenzy that took many lives in his vampire youth. Now they bothered him in the least.