a drink?” He went to get up.
“I’ll get it. Gotta wash up, anyway. You? Water, coke, grape?”
“Water.”
She pulled away and then spotted blood on her nails. She gasped and looked at them.
“Tristan!” she exclaimed, “Turn over.”
His back was scratched and bleeding in a few places, only lightly, but there were distinct nail marks.
“You’re bleeding!” Oh shit!
“Shhh, it’s okay. Let’s go wash your hands.” He jumped up and guided her to the bathroom. He turned the taps on and soaped her hands up, rubbing them gently, rinsing them under the water.
“Tigress,” he purred in her ear. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks.
“Keep rinsing,” he told her, kissed her temple, ran his tongue from her clavicle up to her earlobe, and then he disappeared back into the bedroom.
She let the hot water run over her hands for a good 2-3 more minutes, scrubbing her hands and using her nails to scrape under her other nails.
Tristan’s blood? Wow, scary.
She went to her purse and pulled out a small bottle of hand sanitizer she’d always carried and saturated her fingertips with it, then went back to the washroom and got cleaned up, then got drinks from their bags and put extras into the mini fridge and then passed him a bottle and opened a can of grape soda pop for herself and guzzled half of it and then threw herself back on the bed, feeling exhausted.
She examined her nails again, “You okay?”
“So much more than okay.” His voice was husky. He leaned over and let out a little growl into her ear.
She smirked and lifted her leg up in the air and then examined the ankle.
“I only shaved a quarter of a leg. Either I need to finish or not wear shorts tomorrow.”
He touched the tiny, now lightly scabbed-over, razor wound.
“It was the perfect amount. I smelled it and rushed in here before I could stop myself and then I felt something in me, something lifting my confidence. I tasted it and it was a tiny amount but I felt stronger, yet I was in control and knew I could handle a real feed. I thought it’d push it back by drinking, that maybe that’s why it was so close to the surface, because I hadn’t fed from you. But I’m different. It’s all different. It’s not two personalities, I’m one. But I’m different. I have to get to know myself again. I can’t explain but I need to know my limits; right now I feel like a stranger to myself. Stronger but a stranger. Does that make sense? I don’t know what’d happen if you got your period but I’m closer to being in control now than I was.”
She ran her fingers through his hair and nuzzled in,
“At least we have time. Thank God. We’re going to figure this out, Tristan.”
“We are,” he kissed her forehead.
“Let’s run, Kyla. Let’s go out for a run. Now.”
“Really? I’m shattered.”
“I feel like a billion bucks. A hundred billion bucks.”
“I won’t be able to keep up. My body feels like spaghetti. That was a seriously intense session there, Mr. Vampire.”
“Follow me in the car.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I need to run and can’t leave you alone. Follow me in the car, okay?”
~~~
An hour later they were back at the motel. Tristan didn’t feel the need to sweep the room before relaxing, saying he smelled nothing new, and Kyla was relieved. She was spent. She collapsed onto the bed.
They’d driven to a highway back road and then he’d gotten out and jogged while she drove slowly behind him, with the blinkers on as he ran, praying no police would spot them. It was uneventful, thankfully.
“I’m getting’ a shower” he said, “Leaving the door open. Don’t go to sleep yet. If anyone knocks or anything odd happens, you come into the bathroom immediately, okay? Anything odd at all. I’ll be fast.”
“Okay,” she mumbled and yawned.
He leaned over and grabbed her chin, “Okay?” his eyes were dead serious.
“I said okay,” she was irritated.
“You don’t seem to understand
“I’ll get it. Gotta wash up, anyway. You? Water, coke, grape?”
“Water.”
She pulled away and then spotted blood on her nails. She gasped and looked at them.
“Tristan!” she exclaimed, “Turn over.”
His back was scratched and bleeding in a few places, only lightly, but there were distinct nail marks.
“You’re bleeding!” Oh shit!
“Shhh, it’s okay. Let’s go wash your hands.” He jumped up and guided her to the bathroom. He turned the taps on and soaped her hands up, rubbing them gently, rinsing them under the water.
“Tigress,” he purred in her ear. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks.
“Keep rinsing,” he told her, kissed her temple, ran his tongue from her clavicle up to her earlobe, and then he disappeared back into the bedroom.
She let the hot water run over her hands for a good 2-3 more minutes, scrubbing her hands and using her nails to scrape under her other nails.
Tristan’s blood? Wow, scary.
She went to her purse and pulled out a small bottle of hand sanitizer she’d always carried and saturated her fingertips with it, then went back to the washroom and got cleaned up, then got drinks from their bags and put extras into the mini fridge and then passed him a bottle and opened a can of grape soda pop for herself and guzzled half of it and then threw herself back on the bed, feeling exhausted.
She examined her nails again, “You okay?”
“So much more than okay.” His voice was husky. He leaned over and let out a little growl into her ear.
She smirked and lifted her leg up in the air and then examined the ankle.
“I only shaved a quarter of a leg. Either I need to finish or not wear shorts tomorrow.”
He touched the tiny, now lightly scabbed-over, razor wound.
“It was the perfect amount. I smelled it and rushed in here before I could stop myself and then I felt something in me, something lifting my confidence. I tasted it and it was a tiny amount but I felt stronger, yet I was in control and knew I could handle a real feed. I thought it’d push it back by drinking, that maybe that’s why it was so close to the surface, because I hadn’t fed from you. But I’m different. It’s all different. It’s not two personalities, I’m one. But I’m different. I have to get to know myself again. I can’t explain but I need to know my limits; right now I feel like a stranger to myself. Stronger but a stranger. Does that make sense? I don’t know what’d happen if you got your period but I’m closer to being in control now than I was.”
She ran her fingers through his hair and nuzzled in,
“At least we have time. Thank God. We’re going to figure this out, Tristan.”
“We are,” he kissed her forehead.
“Let’s run, Kyla. Let’s go out for a run. Now.”
“Really? I’m shattered.”
“I feel like a billion bucks. A hundred billion bucks.”
“I won’t be able to keep up. My body feels like spaghetti. That was a seriously intense session there, Mr. Vampire.”
“Follow me in the car.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I need to run and can’t leave you alone. Follow me in the car, okay?”
~~~
An hour later they were back at the motel. Tristan didn’t feel the need to sweep the room before relaxing, saying he smelled nothing new, and Kyla was relieved. She was spent. She collapsed onto the bed.
They’d driven to a highway back road and then he’d gotten out and jogged while she drove slowly behind him, with the blinkers on as he ran, praying no police would spot them. It was uneventful, thankfully.
“I’m getting’ a shower” he said, “Leaving the door open. Don’t go to sleep yet. If anyone knocks or anything odd happens, you come into the bathroom immediately, okay? Anything odd at all. I’ll be fast.”
“Okay,” she mumbled and yawned.
He leaned over and grabbed her chin, “Okay?” his eyes were dead serious.
“I said okay,” she was irritated.
“You don’t seem to understand
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