Swept Away: The First Bloodline

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you have seen in the movies or read in books. All of that is false and true but it's different."
         She could see the struggle inside him. As if he was searching for the right words or if he was searching for the strength to tell her something he didn't really want to.
         "Your kind? What is you were kind?" She was scared out of her mind right now but she had to know. And why was her brain craving such answers when she should be running for the hills by now? She thought as she waited for his answer.
         He walked towards her taking the coffee out of her hand and setting it down the counter that she stood by. He held both of her hands, against his chest now. She searched his face for the answer but it was blank.
         "Vampire." She watched his eyes turn incredibly dark.
         Why? Really? Whatever. This is a joke. She saw him roll his eyes.
         "Think about it Taylor. I can read your mind. I can control your emotions. I move quicker than you can see. My oh so magical touch in your favor, of course. There's so many things I can do. I want to show you. I need to know that you are okay with this though."
         "Vampire. Okay Mr. Vamp! Do you want to suck my blood?" She said it with the best Dracula accent she could give while laughing. But the look on his face was almost painful and her laughter stopped
         "Taylor, you know the answer to that question. Do I want to suck your blood? Yes. Very much so. But I won't. I don't suck the blood from life. That is not how I choose or have chosen to live if you will."
         He pushed her hands to his chest. "Feel me. I'm cold. I have no heartbeat. Come on Tay, your nurse you can put two and two together." He let go of her hands and walked away, back to the window.
         "Sunlight. You're standing in sunlight. I thought…"
         "What did you think? I would burn up in the flames or something? No that's just a myth. I very much enjoy the sunlight. As much of the movies and books have displayed me, I don't appear to be diamond made, I won't burn, I'm not going to turn into a pile of ash. I am just the same as you in that aspect."
         "If you don't suck blood from the living how do you eat?" She still wasn't buying this, but she could play along for now. There had to be an explanation for the cold skin, no heartbeat, well she couldn't feel it through his chest anyway and his abilities. A lot of people have abilities and that didn't make them a vampire she thought.
         Bing. Again she is interrupted by text.
     
    Tay,
    W hat kind of conversation would be so bad to make you not thankful for you having incredible sex? It was incredible wasn’t it? Let me know something. Do I need to make a fake emergency phone call? Love you always!
     
    P. S. How about destiny? As then it is our destiny to come as many times as we possibly can.  LMAO
    Liz
     
    Georgia/Liz,
     
    No emergency phone call needed at this time thank you.   Will let you know all about it when I get home. Maybe a little longer than expected. TTYL love you back always
     
    Tay/?
     
         "Sorry. Where were we?  Oh, yes vampire."
         "This isn’t a game to play Taylor. I live off of animals, or blood banks. There are a few gracious donors." His voice was startling now.
         "Donors as in people who let you suck the blood from them? Why in the hell would they let you do that? Is it painful?" And just as her ‘dumb me up’ drink wore off, she now understood what he meant in the alley involving his supper.
         "Yes people volunteer willingly to be donors. It's their way of being somewhat in world we live. A thrill for them if you will. I have in the past used a donor, and again I don't choose to live like that. And, I wanted to get a scent of what smelled appetizing to me. You know like Italian, French, or American." He chuckled softly and she couldn't help but smile at his use of metaphors in his choice of meals. Then she couldn't believe that

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