for you to eat.”
He nodded, and closed his eyes.
I expanded my senses and zeroed in on a nearby heartbeat. I didn’t want to go far again as I was still scared that Adam would belt. I ran through the night, catching a fox just as its ears twitched upright in fear. I grabbed it around its middle, and it struggled, howling and trying to scratch and bite. But I gripped it tightly and brought it to Adam’s side.
He opened his eyes and wrinkled his nose.
“What have you brought me a fox for?”
“Er … to eat.” In my mind I added ‘Dur’.
“That’s not what I had in mind.”
“Well, this will have to do. I don’t want you killing someone. It takes time to gain control,” I said, and I thought, ‘Bloody hell, hurry up and eat before this fox bites me!’
“What do I do?” he said.
“Trust your instincts.”
He got to his knees and I lowered the fox to him, and as I did his eyes glowed red. It was haunting, and to think that mine must do the same thing. I watched as his teeth extended, and he went for the fox’s neck. He sank in his teeth and drank, and drank, until the fox was dead. Then he dropped it, and looked up, his face wild, his fangs dripping with fox blood. He licked them clean.
“I need more,” he rasped.
The sky was starting to lighten, I figured we didn’t have long.
“Can you get up? Are you strong enough?” I asked.
He sprang to his feet, his eyes looking red and devil-like. “Let’s hunt,” he said, and he soared off ahead.
I kept close, scared I’d lose him and that would be it. I couldn’t tell what was going on in his head, but I could guess it – the over-whelming sensation of hearing beyond the realms of imagination, zeroing in on heartbeats, infinite possibilities emerging…. He slowed as he saw his quarry, a young deer, fawnlike, with brown fur and pointy ears. He crept closer. The deer looked at him with wide open eyes, then turned to spring away. But Adam pounced, he floored the deer with his weight and sank his fangs into the deer’s neck. And he drank. I could hear the deer’s heart racing, I could hear blood being swallowed, and then I could hear the deer’s heart slowing … and then it stopped.
Adam leaped back, and he turned to face me. “Well … that was …” his eyes sparkled “… wild.”
“Dawn’s approaching,” I said, as Adam approached me … like he did as he stalked the deer, a predatory look in his eye.
He gave me a mischievous grin. “What will happen? Will we burn to ashes?”
“No,” I said, rolling my eyes, “but it’s not nice … it’s quite … umm … an unpleasant sensation …”
“I can think of some pleasant sensations right now,” he said, getting closer.
“Hmm … really?” I said, raising an eyebrow and blushing.
“Indeed I can,” he said, and placed his hands on my waist.
I raised my eyes to his, smelling the blood on his lips, and I licked it off. He groaned.
Adam smelled different. It was different. His blood no-longer smelled the same, it smelled sweet, seductive, and it didn’t smell like food anymore. The dynamic between us had changed.
He grabbed my tongue between his teeth, nipping at me. I giggled. Then he let go and kissed me, a lingering teasing kiss, and it wasn’t just that Adam now smelled different, it was like he was different, too. Almost like a different person. It made me feel unsettled. Had that been the case with me when I’d changed?
I hadn’t yet decided if I liked this new Adam, but he was still a very attractive man, and he still did things for me, ignited a flame in my body. I still wanted him, and I knew it was early days. He’d only just changed, and the things I’d done when I’d just changed.… As long as I could stop that happening to Adam … everything would be OK.
I ran my hands through his still scruffy hair and nibbled on his earlobe, which made him growl, and he lost
He nodded, and closed his eyes.
I expanded my senses and zeroed in on a nearby heartbeat. I didn’t want to go far again as I was still scared that Adam would belt. I ran through the night, catching a fox just as its ears twitched upright in fear. I grabbed it around its middle, and it struggled, howling and trying to scratch and bite. But I gripped it tightly and brought it to Adam’s side.
He opened his eyes and wrinkled his nose.
“What have you brought me a fox for?”
“Er … to eat.” In my mind I added ‘Dur’.
“That’s not what I had in mind.”
“Well, this will have to do. I don’t want you killing someone. It takes time to gain control,” I said, and I thought, ‘Bloody hell, hurry up and eat before this fox bites me!’
“What do I do?” he said.
“Trust your instincts.”
He got to his knees and I lowered the fox to him, and as I did his eyes glowed red. It was haunting, and to think that mine must do the same thing. I watched as his teeth extended, and he went for the fox’s neck. He sank in his teeth and drank, and drank, until the fox was dead. Then he dropped it, and looked up, his face wild, his fangs dripping with fox blood. He licked them clean.
“I need more,” he rasped.
The sky was starting to lighten, I figured we didn’t have long.
“Can you get up? Are you strong enough?” I asked.
He sprang to his feet, his eyes looking red and devil-like. “Let’s hunt,” he said, and he soared off ahead.
I kept close, scared I’d lose him and that would be it. I couldn’t tell what was going on in his head, but I could guess it – the over-whelming sensation of hearing beyond the realms of imagination, zeroing in on heartbeats, infinite possibilities emerging…. He slowed as he saw his quarry, a young deer, fawnlike, with brown fur and pointy ears. He crept closer. The deer looked at him with wide open eyes, then turned to spring away. But Adam pounced, he floored the deer with his weight and sank his fangs into the deer’s neck. And he drank. I could hear the deer’s heart racing, I could hear blood being swallowed, and then I could hear the deer’s heart slowing … and then it stopped.
Adam leaped back, and he turned to face me. “Well … that was …” his eyes sparkled “… wild.”
“Dawn’s approaching,” I said, as Adam approached me … like he did as he stalked the deer, a predatory look in his eye.
He gave me a mischievous grin. “What will happen? Will we burn to ashes?”
“No,” I said, rolling my eyes, “but it’s not nice … it’s quite … umm … an unpleasant sensation …”
“I can think of some pleasant sensations right now,” he said, getting closer.
“Hmm … really?” I said, raising an eyebrow and blushing.
“Indeed I can,” he said, and placed his hands on my waist.
I raised my eyes to his, smelling the blood on his lips, and I licked it off. He groaned.
Adam smelled different. It was different. His blood no-longer smelled the same, it smelled sweet, seductive, and it didn’t smell like food anymore. The dynamic between us had changed.
He grabbed my tongue between his teeth, nipping at me. I giggled. Then he let go and kissed me, a lingering teasing kiss, and it wasn’t just that Adam now smelled different, it was like he was different, too. Almost like a different person. It made me feel unsettled. Had that been the case with me when I’d changed?
I hadn’t yet decided if I liked this new Adam, but he was still a very attractive man, and he still did things for me, ignited a flame in my body. I still wanted him, and I knew it was early days. He’d only just changed, and the things I’d done when I’d just changed.… As long as I could stop that happening to Adam … everything would be OK.
I ran my hands through his still scruffy hair and nibbled on his earlobe, which made him growl, and he lost
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