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Authors: Alexandra Anthony
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people in fear they’d notice my transformation.
I ran my fingers through my damp hair and turned away to hurry to get dressed. I couldn’t stand around all day staring at myself in the mirror. I’d love to spend the day lounging around and without a worry in the world, but that wasn’t my life anymore. In fact, it hadn’t been for a long time.
Poking around my closet, I grabbed at the first long sleeve t-shirt I could find and pulled it over my head. Picking up my discarded jeans, I slipped them on. My throat tingled, more of an irritation than a worry. I knew I’d need blood, and I’d need it soon.
Yet another new reality to deal with, my need for blood. No more espressos, no more wine. Blood would be the only thing that would sooth my thirst and hunger.
My thoughts became focused on my thirst, and suddenly it was all I could think about. I suddenly realized I had no idea how to feed. I was totally and utterly dependent on Stefan. Huffing angrily at being dependent on anything or anyone, I hurried down the hallway and into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, opening and closing various drawers within the nearly empty appliance. There were bottles of water, a bag of coffee, a few bottles of wine.
No blood.
Slamming the door shut, I stormed into the living room and was surprised to see Stefan sitting in the chair closest to the window. My thirst had overridden everything, including my awareness of Stefan.
He was pitched forward slightly, his elbows bent and his fingers steepled under his chin. His blue eyes were watching me intently, a single eyebrow cocked. His mouth slowly and effortlessly curved into a small smile. “You are thirsty?”
“Yes,” I murmured softly. The tiny tickle that had been a mere annoyance just minutes ago had bloomed into full-fledged inferno.
He stood and swaggered unhurriedly towards me. Once he reached me, I looked up into the endless blue of his eyes. His hand reached up and stilled my hand, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist. I’d been unconsciously stroking the outside of my throat, as if that alone could soothe the ache.
“Come. Let me show you what you need to do. I know you do not want to rely on me to help you.”
Smoothly, he turned and led me down the hallway into his office, his calloused fingertips drifting over my skin. As soon as we entered the room, he motioned for me to sit in his desk chair. He walked over to a small closet and opened the door. It was then that he faced me again.
“The blood is kept here. Lukas also keeps a supply, but it cannot be kept where it could be easily found.” Stefan explained. “Let me show you how to access this.”
In a blur, I was at his side. He pointed to what looked like a large wall safe. His fingers flew over a keypad, yet I was able to discern every number he pressed. Once he pressed the final key, the door popped open an inch and a cool blast of air surprised me.
“It is a refrigerator. In the beginning, two bags should suffice. As you age, your thirst will weaken. I now can get by on a bag every three weeks unless I am injured.”
His words barely registered. I’d developed tunnel vision and all I could focus on was the blood. Neatly stacked bags filled the surprisingly large space. My eyes never left his hands as they removed two of the bags and he closed the safe. His fingers tilted my chin up and he cleared his throat once to get my attention.
“I know that you are thirsty, however you need to stay calm for me. Can you do this?” Stefan’s voice was calm and soothing, his movements slow and steady. He knew my control was teetering and the agony I was suffering knowing blood was so close, yet so far away.
My mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara desert. It was difficult to swallow, so I simply nodded, barely paying attention to the words. I could only see the blood.
“Good.” His gentle fingers wrapped
I ran my fingers through my damp hair and turned away to hurry to get dressed. I couldn’t stand around all day staring at myself in the mirror. I’d love to spend the day lounging around and without a worry in the world, but that wasn’t my life anymore. In fact, it hadn’t been for a long time.
Poking around my closet, I grabbed at the first long sleeve t-shirt I could find and pulled it over my head. Picking up my discarded jeans, I slipped them on. My throat tingled, more of an irritation than a worry. I knew I’d need blood, and I’d need it soon.
Yet another new reality to deal with, my need for blood. No more espressos, no more wine. Blood would be the only thing that would sooth my thirst and hunger.
My thoughts became focused on my thirst, and suddenly it was all I could think about. I suddenly realized I had no idea how to feed. I was totally and utterly dependent on Stefan. Huffing angrily at being dependent on anything or anyone, I hurried down the hallway and into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, opening and closing various drawers within the nearly empty appliance. There were bottles of water, a bag of coffee, a few bottles of wine.
No blood.
Slamming the door shut, I stormed into the living room and was surprised to see Stefan sitting in the chair closest to the window. My thirst had overridden everything, including my awareness of Stefan.
He was pitched forward slightly, his elbows bent and his fingers steepled under his chin. His blue eyes were watching me intently, a single eyebrow cocked. His mouth slowly and effortlessly curved into a small smile. “You are thirsty?”
“Yes,” I murmured softly. The tiny tickle that had been a mere annoyance just minutes ago had bloomed into full-fledged inferno.
He stood and swaggered unhurriedly towards me. Once he reached me, I looked up into the endless blue of his eyes. His hand reached up and stilled my hand, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist. I’d been unconsciously stroking the outside of my throat, as if that alone could soothe the ache.
“Come. Let me show you what you need to do. I know you do not want to rely on me to help you.”
Smoothly, he turned and led me down the hallway into his office, his calloused fingertips drifting over my skin. As soon as we entered the room, he motioned for me to sit in his desk chair. He walked over to a small closet and opened the door. It was then that he faced me again.
“The blood is kept here. Lukas also keeps a supply, but it cannot be kept where it could be easily found.” Stefan explained. “Let me show you how to access this.”
In a blur, I was at his side. He pointed to what looked like a large wall safe. His fingers flew over a keypad, yet I was able to discern every number he pressed. Once he pressed the final key, the door popped open an inch and a cool blast of air surprised me.
“It is a refrigerator. In the beginning, two bags should suffice. As you age, your thirst will weaken. I now can get by on a bag every three weeks unless I am injured.”
His words barely registered. I’d developed tunnel vision and all I could focus on was the blood. Neatly stacked bags filled the surprisingly large space. My eyes never left his hands as they removed two of the bags and he closed the safe. His fingers tilted my chin up and he cleared his throat once to get my attention.
“I know that you are thirsty, however you need to stay calm for me. Can you do this?” Stefan’s voice was calm and soothing, his movements slow and steady. He knew my control was teetering and the agony I was suffering knowing blood was so close, yet so far away.
My mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara desert. It was difficult to swallow, so I simply nodded, barely paying attention to the words. I could only see the blood.
“Good.” His gentle fingers wrapped
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