8 comments/ 12803 views/ 8 favorites Lovable, Beautiful Ch. 01 By: StephanieFreedom Like virtually every other human-being and many of the non-human inhabitants of Earth, I am addicted. I don't smoke any sort of addictive plant or substance, I don't shoot drugs into my veins, don't snort or inhale chemical combinations that could possibly kill someone. No, I'd say that my addictions are much different than the above. In fact, both of them are. You could say that I have never really been the most acceptable person-especially as a young girl. Sure, I could look like and act like the 'normal' kids as much as the next girl. The major difference being that I was pretending. I've never been good at that, though, so people tend to avoid me if they know better. Obviously, the girl talking to me didn't. "Hi.." She said in her sleek voice. Her beautiful blue-green eyes stood out in the dim purple lighting of the room. The ambler flecks around her pupils were unusual and reminded me of each and every single person's individuality. "Hello," I smiled, her beauty making it hard for me to find much else to say that wouldn't come out wrong. "So are you the quiet type?" She sat next to me on the love-seat, her leg against mine. There were two other people on the cushion next to us who were making out and that didn't leave much room for personal space. Not that I minded. "Mm-hmm." I answered, turning to the left and meeting her eyes. I smiled again. There was something about her, a different feeling radiating from her that I was baffled by. I didn't know what it was, but I liked it in a way unlike what I was used to. Her face lit up when I smiled at her. It was like she had been waiting for me to push her away. Why anyone would do that in the first place, I didn't know. This girl had the body that everyone wanted in one way or another, possibly both. The features of her face were soft and kind, glowing with a natural beauty that didn't require any of the make-up that she wore. She was fit to be one of Tyra's models and yet, here she was at a party wearing a very revealing outfit that had gained her plenty of up-and-downs. "Then why would you come to such a loud party?" She moved the short brown hair from her face and blinked at me. I wondered what her reason was for coming to me. What it was that she thought I could help her with. I looked away from her and watched the people as their bodies moved in rhythm with the beat of the music. Hands touched and rubbed, hips swayed, legs moved. On the couch across from where I sat there was a girl moving very provocatively on top of a guy in baggy blue jeans. She was in a mini-skirt so I was pretty sure there was more than just a lap dance going on. I warm tingle ran down my spine and I looked at the ground. "I like to watch people. They do some of the strangest things." I told her, waiting for her reaction. "But," The girl leaned into me, her hand resting on my knee, "Don't you ever get tired of just watching?" When I turned my head to face her she was in the process of straddling me. I looked up into her eyes and the fire there made me catch my breath. So alive. Her hands slid up my legs and ran up my torso to my shoulders. She leaned forward and whispered "Kristin," into my ear. I gulped as the familiar tingling ran down my spine again, spreading all through my body. "Amanda." I said quietly, my own hands running over her legs and waist as her body began moving over mine in a very sexual manner. I groped her all over, enjoying the feel of her body. Kristin's hands gripped my shoulders tightly as she moved, her eyes intent as she stared down at me. She grinded her hips slower and slower on top of my own until they weren't in time with the beat of the music anymore. I rubbed my thumbs under the waist-band of her skirt and massaged her hip bones. Apparently this was a hot spot because it caused her to squeeze my shoulders and thrust herself forward. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep control of myself. I wouldn't be able to handle this much longer and I knew it. I could only handle so much. I closed my eyes and ran my hands up her waist, pulling her to me. Kristin leaned down and kissed my throat and neck softly. I noticed that her breathing was nearly as shaky as my own. I took a deep breath and moved my hands over her body sensually, groping her butt and then moving my hands to the inside of her thighs. She gasped when my thumbs made small circles on her hips. Kristin seemed to lose control of herself and bit my neck. That was all it took. I kissed her chest and collar bone, her shoulders, throat. She met me full on with the kiss that I wanted the most. Our lips touched and it was like we caught on fire. Like the flames burning in her eyes had leapt out and ignited us, spreading instantly and taking over our entire bodies. "R-room. A room." Kristin gasped between kisses. I looked into her eyes and knew that she wanted me. "Yes-get a frickin' room. Jeez." Someone, a girl fairly close to us snarled, her disgust obvious. So, I was led by Kristin into someone's room. It was a guy's room, with posters of half-naked women all over the place and dirty clothes swamping the floor. The smell, however, was Old Spice. I love it when men smell like that. I barely got the door locked before I was shoved down onto the stack of king sized mattresses in the floor. I struggled to sit up but Kristin was already above me, kissing my throat and caressing my breasts. "Kristin..." It was getting harder to speak, way harder to see straight. "Mm-Hmm?" Her hand began to unbutton my jeans. I swallowed and my eyes slightly rolled back as Kristin's hand rubbed between my legs, over my panties. Oh, if you haven't figured it out by now, I happen to be a very sexual person. It's part of my addiction. The lighter of the two, I'd say, but maybe that's just me. The darker addiction is yet to come. "I want you." I said through gritted teeth. I looked into her eyes, trying to convey 'Hurry up' as nicely as possible. Within thirty seconds we were both unclothed and all but going crazy. I had Kristin on her back, kissing her throat hungrily as I fingered her. The sounds she made were enough to keep me sane for a little while longer, but not forever. "Oh, shit. Ahh.." Kristin panted when I pushed even harder with my fingers. Her hands gripped my dark hair and she gasped, sweat breaking on her forehead. A few moments after she came Kristin rolled on top of me, kissing my chest and on further down. Her full lips felt good against my heated flesh. Kristin's tongue moved slowly between my legs, torturing me greatly. It was as if she wanted to drive me completely insane-and not even in a good way. Finally, I reached my long awaited climax and brought her face back up to my own, kissing her deeply. "Amanda," Kristin panted, "who are you?" "I am me." I answered, knowing she'd understand at least a little after the next kiss. She leaned in and so did I, kissing her softly as I could. "Let me tell you something I've never told anyone else.." I whispered softly into her ear, amazed with myself for even thinking of telling this girl something I'd never even considered telling any of the others. Kristin blinked at me, obviously puzzled. "Okay." I thought for a moment before saying, "I don't want to hurt you." And it was the truth; she was different than all of the others in some strange way. "That's the secret?" I kissed the warm flesh of her throat, its warmth making my lips tingle. "If you tell me to stop, I will." I let my teeth graze her skin, her almost inaudible gasp causing my vision to blur. I rolled her onto her back and kissed her again. My hands ran over her body, my fingertips barely touching her. I could see the ache in her eyes for more, but I wasn't going to give it to her. Not now. "Just tell me to stop.. Okay?" I let my teeth touch her throat. "No-I..want.." Kristin trailed off as I allowed myself to bite very softly into her throat. I hoped that she would be able to tell me to stop. None of the others had even been able to form actual words. Kristin's body tensed up and I could feel the fear coming from her. I didn't want her to be afraid, so I did the only thing I could and touched her face with my left hand. This seemed to calm her down at least a tiny bit. Her hot blood flowed into my mouth and down my chin. I hated making messes, but it was almost unavoidable. "Am-A-I.." Kristin stuttered, tensing up again. I could hear her heart slowing. I didn't want to kill her, but I wouldn't be able to stop until she told me to. I was surprised to feel tears welling up in my eyes, pain filling my chest, making it hard to breathe. A tear fell. I had never felt like this for anyone before. Not ever. I closed my eyes and continued to drink, trying to ignore the sounds of Kristin struggling not to die. "Ah.." I knew the sounds of death, and these were those. I could feel her body growing colder in my embrace, the shivers letting me know she was crying. "S-stop. Please." Kristin pleaded, her voice so small and scared. The feeling that overtook me once I realized what she had said was a mix between absurd happiness and an almost uncontrollable urge to do the exact opposite of what she'd said. I had never stopped before when the person still had blood to take. I fought with myself for what seemed like hours when truthfully it'd only been a few seconds. Finally, I was able to pull my teeth out of my victim, running my tongue over the puncture wounds to close them. Next, I kissed her neck to try and quiet the tears. I looked into Kristin's eyes once she'd stopped crying and it was obvious that she was very near death. She blinked at me slowly, the fire that had been the reason for her survival still burned bright. It was the only thing keeping her from death's cold grasp. I had taken too much. I wanted to save this girl and the only way to do it was to change her. I'd never changed anyone before, but I remembered how I had been made only a year before. She only needed to drink from me, now. "Kristin. Kristin, you gotta listen to me, now. If you wanna live you've gotta go with me. Let me get you dressed, alright?" I got off of her and started dressing myself quickly before finding her clothes and putting them on her. She tried to sit up, but her arms were too weak and she fell back, her eyes closing slowly. "Am I going to die?" "Not if I can help it." I mumbled, pulling her tank over her head. Next, I slipped her shoes onto her feet and stepped into my own. "Hey, did you come alone?" I could barely make out a nod. * When I got Kristin in my car she was fading in and out of consciousness. I sped off towards my apartment miles away, holding her hand the whole way. The looser the grip got the colder her skin got. She was fading fast. "Hey." I said rather loudly, trying to rouse her back into awareness. When her eyes fluttered open for a second I told her to squeeze my hand. Kristin attempted to do as told, but to no avail. All I felt was her muscles halfway tense up. I cursed under my breath and swerved my car down the next back road. I slammed my breaks on about half a mile down it and parked. I unbuckled myself and then bit into my wrist, tasting my own blood. "Here." I pressed my wrist to Kristin's lips, "Drink as much as you can." I begged, praying to anyone who could help that she'd be able to. My dog Sam was in the bed with Kristin all night, his wide, muscular head resting on her belly. I guess he thought he could keep her warm. It was either that or he could tell that death had a hold of her and he was using his pit bull charm to scare it off. I was lying beside her, making sure she didn't stop breathing. So far so good; while her breathing was very shallow and slow, she was still alive and that's all that counted. I felt horrible for taking everything away from this girl. I hardly knew her and I'd ended her human life forever. "Kristin, wake up." I said the next morning after her breathing had become more satisfactory. Sam lifted his head off her belly and whined at me. I placed my hand where his head had been. Kristin stretched but her eyes remained closed. Sam whined again. "She's okay, boy." I said, smiling as he crawled the few inches it took for him to be able to lick her face. This got her attention and Kristin's eyes opened a tiny bit, resting on the large pit bull shaking with anticipation of being petted by someone new. Kristin slowly reached up and touched his head. Sam exploded with joy, licking her face happily. "HEY-Sam she just woke up!" I pulled him off of her by his collar and pushed the big goober off the bed. He was back almost instantly, crying with excitement. I got off the bed and drug him with me out the door. I came back, quickly closing it behind me to keep the dog out. He yelped songs of sorrow when he realized he'd been abandoned. I sat on my bed facing Kristin, who had sat up and began wiping dog slobber off her face. "I'm sorry, he just loves company." Kristin nodded, looking down at the covers. "Hey.." I touched her shoulder, "I'm sorry." This apology was for doing what I'd done to her. For taking her life away from her for no reason except the one burning in her eyes. She looked up and met my eyes, a fear there that I had never seen before. A fear of me and what I was. "You're a vampire." Kristin stated, her voice both curious and afraid. "So are you." I watched her face to see how she'd react to this new fact. Her eyes lit up and her lips curled at the edges, giving her a sort of child-like expression. But then her smile faded. "If I go outside in the daylight will I burn to ashes?" She sounded sad and it didn't seem to fit her at all. "No," I shook my head. "Not unless you look at the sun for more than three seconds straight." "Will crosses hurt me?" "Not at all. You're not evil." "Wooden stakes, garlic?" Kristin asked quietly. "The only thing that can kill you is me." I looked away from her eyes, not sure how she'd take that. "Also starvation or an extremely horrible injury." "And your maker can kill you?" Kristin asked. I sighed, thinking of Justin. "He's dead. The only way I can die now is if I starve or like I said, get a really bad injury." "You can let you're dog back in if you want." Kristin motioned to the door, where one of Sam's paws were visible in the crack under the door. He barked at the sound of his name. "Yeah." I mumbled, getting up and walking over to my bedroom door. I opened it and Sam trotted in, jumping up on the bed and curling up in Kristin's lap like he'd known her since puppy hood. "So we're not really immortal?" Kristin asked, petting Sam. "No. We can still get hurt by regular things, but we can heal way quicker. For example, I broke my ribs a week and a half ago and you can't tell." I pressed on my sides but didn't feel any pain. Kristin blinked at me in shock, "How'd that happen?" I shook my head, "I got.. Jumped for sleeping with someone's fiancée." "But why would you do that? That's someone's lover-their future spouse." Kristin pursed her lips and searched my eyes, my soul. "Hey- let me start by explaining that she wasn't wearing a ring and she shouldn't have been where she was if she was engaged." I frowned and rubbed my ribs again. That night had turned out worse than most of them. "Her fiancé tracked her down and found us in a hotel room." Kristin looked at me for a while before speaking again. "How many people have you been with?" I looked away. "Quite a few." "Why?" She was baffled. "Because I'm addicted. I don't mean sleeping with everyone, I just mean sex in general. Before I was like I am now, a Vampire, they called me a whore but I didn't want the money. Just the sex." I remembered all the people offering to pay, all the dirty men I'd had, all the married women. "Kinda like 'Black Snake Moan'?" Kristin asked softly. I chuckled, "Without the chain to hold me back and Justin Timberlake to cheat on, but yeah." "Didn't you, you know, catch stuff?" She raised a brow at me. "If I did have something, it's gone now. Vampires can't get sick in any way. Unless of course we drink blood that has been cooked or boiled. That can cause the vampire version of the twenty-four hour stomach flu." I said, thankful that I'd never experienced that. "Amanda," I forced myself to meet her eyes, "Am I just another.. I dunno, high? Is that all you wanted from me?" "At first." I admitted, confused that she seemed slightly grieved over the answer. "What made you change your mind? Why am I any different from all of the others?" She was lost. I thought about it for a moment before answering. "Something in your eyes. A fire greater than anyone else's. You're the first person to be able to tell me to stop. Everyone else.. They died." Kristin's eyes filled with sadness, "How many have you..?" "Quite a few." I said once again. I stood and walked towards the door, motioning to Kristin to follow me into the living room of my apartment. Sam trotted into the kitchen and barked one single bark. He wanted his breakfast and would continue to bark once every thirty seconds until I got it for him. "Hold on. Make yourself at home; I gotta feed that goofball." I walked into the kitchen where Sam was sitting in front of his bowl. I opened the little closet where I kept his dog food and scooped out half of a large Folgers's can of Purina Dog Chow. Then I closed the door and poured his food into his oversized bowl. He looked up at me like I was being mean to him and whined. "What-Oh. I forgot." I mumbled, getting him an egg out of the fridge and cracking it on top of his food. It had become a habit when I was human to give him an egg every morning because I had one and now he wouldn't eat the first meal of the day without it. It was unusual for me to forget, but I had other things on my mind. "Kristin, you want a bottle of water?" I called into the living room. "Yes." Kristin answered, walking into the kitchen. I handed her an ice cold bottle and tried to smile at her. I wanted her to feel welcome here, because she was stuck with me. As long as I was alive, she would never be able to live more than two hundred miles away from me. "I have a request." Kristin looked bashful. "Anything." "I don't have any family or friends; I live by myself in an apartment and I was wondering if maybe since my lease is up.. I could possibly move in with you. At least until you teach me all I need to know. Then, if you want I can leave." Kristin said nervously. Something inside me seemed to jump for joy at the offer. "Yeah. I owe you pretty bad, anyway." "For what?" Kristin questioned. "Putting you in this situation." Kristin smiled warmly at me, melting away at the ice surrounding my heart. "If you think about it, I owe you for saving me. You didn't have to tell me the secret." "But I wanted to. Like I said, there's something about you." I smiled at her, in shock that I was willingly saying nice things to someone I didn't plan on draining anytime soon. It was an odd feeling to be kind to another person just because I felt like it. I liked it. Again she beamed at me, making me feel a little self conscious. How could someone be that beautiful? I'd never once been called ugly in my whole entire life, but Kristin was just gorgeous in a whole different kind of way. I looked away from her, afraid that if she stared into my eyes for too long that she wouldn't like what stared back at her. Lovable, Beautiful Ch. 02 "You don't like to make much eye contact do you?" Kristin asked, opening her bottle and taking a long drink of its cool contents. I looked back at her, trying to meet her eyes to disprove what she'd said, but I had to look away because of the knowing look on her face. She took another drink and then screwed the cap back on the bottle. I sighed, trying to think of something to do or say. Kristin giggled, "You're funny." Dumbfounded, I actually tilted my head and raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what about me that was humorous. This caused her to laugh again. "Why am I funny?" "Because you're so concerned about the way I see you that you forget to look at yourself. I doubt you're as bad a person as you think you are." Kristin said this like it was a well-known fact. I knew I could change her mind if I really wanted to, but I decided to just let her think highly of me while she still could. I was sure it wouldn't last long, why not enjoy such a rare occasion? I couldn't remember the last time someone had said something like that to me, anyway. "You don't believe me, do you?" Kristin asked, taking a step closer to where I stood. "I was going to kill you, Kristin." I said, hoping she understood that I meant it. "You didn't." "Yes, I know that. But that doesn't change the fact that I was going to. I didn't give a shit who you were, what your name was. All I saw was a nice body that I wanted to fuck and then suck dry." I tried not to sound like such a bitch.. I did, anyway. "Well, you fucked me, but you didn't suck me dry." Kristin said, crossing her arms, bottle still in hand. "You told me to stop." I said, not quite understanding why this girl was trying so hard to make me seem better than I was. "Because you told me to." Kristin pointed out, eyeing me until I gave up and looked away once again. "What about all the one's I didn't tell?" I asked quietly, waiting to see what she would come up with this time. I hoped she'd just give it up and realize that I wasn't who she thought I was. Kristin's eyes grew sad and the slight smile faded. "Amanda, we've all done bad things. That doesn't mean we're all bad people." "I don't' want to argue with you." I said, shaking my head in slight frustration. "Amanda?" Her voice was quiet. I waited for her to continue. Kristin sat her bottle down on the counter. Her right hand went to her forehead while she used the left to grasp the counter tightly. I could see confusion in her eyes as she struggled to keep her balance. Kristin looked to me, a million different questions written on her face. "What?" I asked, watching her closely. "I.. Don't know.." Kristin mumbled, releasing the counter from her grasp and removing her hand from her forehead. She blinked a few times and took a deep breath. "I don't feel good." She took a step forward and lost her balance. I was quick to catch her before she landed on the hard linoleum floor. Kristin stared up into my eyes, still lost. She had no idea what was going on. "Kristin, you're hungry." I told her. I should've already had some blood ready for her. She'd have to take from me again until she was strong enough to feed from her own victims. I sat down on the floor, helping Kristin down with me slowly so she wouldn't fall. She leaned into me and gulped. "So I need to drink blood now?" "Yeah, but I don't have any human blood stashed right now so you'll have to drink mine." I told her. "Won't that hurt you?" her voice was tired. I didn't answer her, just pulled her into my lap so that she could drink from my throat. My wrist would work, but it would take longer and I wanted to hurry the event along. It feels weird. Kristin pressed her mouth against my throat, probably wondering why my skin wasn't cold. I closed my eyes and waited for her to bite me. After a few seconds passed and she hadn't done so yet, I asked what was wrong. "I don't want to hurt you." she answered, quietly. "I'll be okay." I reassured her. "Okay." Kristin pressed her lips to my throat again. She kissed my skin lightly, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the feeling she had caused. When she bit into me my eyes popped open and I had to strain not to push her off of me. I could feel the blood leaving my body. The feeling was strange; while it didn't really hurt, it didn't not hurt, either. It almost felt good in a masochistic way. My body eventually relaxed and instead of continuing to hold Kristin so that she could feed, she ended up holding onto me, her embrace tight. When my vision began to blur I knew she'd had her fill. I would have to tell her to stop now before I got myself into the same position she'd just been in. "Kristin.. You have to stop." I was surprised I was able to speak at all. A few seconds later Kristin was able to pull away from me, closing my would instinctively with a brush of her tongue. Afterwards neither of us bothered to get up, we just stayed where we were. I didn't mind, I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk straight anyway. Sam's warm tongue in my face startled me out of my daze several moments later. I had forgotten he was even in the room. He was used to seeing this sort of thing, but usually I wasn't the one being fed upon. I'm sure had he realized it sooner that Kristin would have a few wounds of her own. "Hey, boy." I smiled at him as he tilted his head. "Are you okay, Amanda?" Kristin's voice was worried. "Yes, I told you I would be." I answered. Kristin got to her feet and helped me to my own, making sure I wasn't going to fall before letting go of me. I found this humorous since moments before it had been she who needed help standing. I was light-headed and it took a moment for me to be able to walk out of the room to find my cell phone. I picked up the phone and flipped it open. I hit the one and then talk. Jackson was first on speed dial for times like this. "Jack?" The voice on the other end was shaky but it was nothing new. "Yeah, you need some?" "At least four bags. ASAP." I closed the phone and sat it back down on the table in front of the couch. I sat down and Kristin sat down beside me, eyeing my hands for some reason. I looked at my hands to see if something was visibly wrong with them. When I couldn't figure it out I met Kristin's eyes. "Why are you staring at my hands?" "Because they're shaking. You said you were okay." Kristin said, her brows pulling together slightly. I blinked, not understanding why she cared so much. "I am." Doubt was very clear on her face but she didn't' say anything else about it. She did, however, take hold of my hands in her own and softly massage some warmth back into them. It was strange to feel like maybe someone cared, after all. I couldn't look at her eyes so instead I focused my attention on the TV screen. It hadn't been turned on yet today but at least it was something else to look at. When there was a loud knock on the door several minutes later I had to stifle a scream. I had been so lost in thought I had forgotten I'd told Jackson to drop by. Kristin let go of my hands and I stood to go answer the door. Jackson was standing there nervously, his trench coat nearly swallowing him whole. His arms were crossed over his chest tightly and he was itching at his arms. He met my eyes but only for a split second. He knew what I was. I stepped aside and let the thin man inside. Once he was in I closed the door and locked it. I didn't bother to introduce the man to Kristin because with any luck neither of us would have to see him very often after this occasion. I left him standing in front of the door and went into my room to get the money. I returned with four twenties in hand. "What do you have?" "I got two O's and three AB's." he answered quickly, his eyes darting all around the room. He hadn't bathed in days and his teeth looked like they would fall out of his skull any second. His skin was dirty and there were scratch marks from times when he was out of his drug of choice. "Give me the O's and two of the other." I held out the money as he pulled the blood bags from inside his coat. We traded at exactly the same time, which was the way we had done it every time. Neither of us trusted the other even though I knew he wasn't stupid enough to try and screw over a Vampire. Especially since we provided him with his meth if he behaved like we expected him to. You see, the way we go about things with blood and drugs is very business-like. The head Vampires around this area have hired humans that they pay to donate them blood. The blood they collect is then separated amongst drug addicts who sell it to the Vampires in need of it. The money the addicts make is turned in to the main Vamps who use it to make the drugs that they pay the druggies with. It sounds complicated. "You can go." I mumbled, waiting for him to do so. Jackson didn't need to be told twice and was out the door quickly. I handed Kristin one of the bags and walked into the kitchen, nearly tripping over Sam, who had apparently been watching Jack from the doorway, ready to attack if he needed to. I caught myself on the doorframe but dropped one of the three bags I'd been carrying. Luckily it didn't bust on the floor, it just ended up landing on top of the already startled dog. Sam scrambled to his feet and made his way clumsily to the other side of the kitchen. I sighed and let myself lean against the frame, closing my eyes. "You're not okay." Kristin grumbled, more to herself than to me. I opened my eyes and finished making my way to the refrigerator. Pulling open the door, I tossed in both of the bags I'd managed to keep a hold of. Then I turned around to go pick up the one I'd dropped, but Kristin had picked it up for me and was holding it out for me to take. "Thank you." I said, smiling at her kindly. I took the bag. Kristin smiled back, but her eyes were worried. "I'm okay, really. I just need to drink, then I'll be better." I sat the blood on the counter and opened the cabinet I kept the cups in. I got out two tall glasses and put them down. I grabbed a knife out of a drawer and poked a hole in the bag, and filled both glasses. I handed one to Kristin and then picked my own up. I offered a toast, "Cheers." We clinked glasses and then drank the dark crimson liquid. It tasted okay, not as good as it would have had it been straight out of someone's throat, but alright, nonetheless. Coppery, bitter, tainted with plastic. The only reason it tasted half-way decent was because I needed it so horribly. I looked at the bag to find that it was AB-. No wonder it tasted so bitter. Several moments later we had finished off two bags and I felt much better. I hadn't even realized that I'd felt cold before, but now I was warm and my head suddenly didn't hurt anymore. I looked at my hands to make sure they weren't still shaking and they weren't. I was good to go for at least three more days. I'd go target hunting then. A target is what Vampires refer to as a potential victim. The target doesn't become a victim until they are drawn to us. Then there isn't much they can do to survive; death is almost certain unless they can somehow manage to tell us to stop drinking their blood. And even then most of the time we ignore their pleas. Very rarely is a new Vampire created. "Are you alright, now?" "Yeah." I answered. We walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch again. I turned the TV on and we watched some show on the history channel about Vampire 'myths'. It was entertaining for me because I had to answer a question every few minutes from Kristin, who was amazed that she was really and truly a Vampire. "Do we have superman strength?" Kristin asked, turning to look at me, her expression curious. "You could say that, I guess. We can't pick up cars and juggle them or anything like that, but we are stronger than most humans." I said, thinking of when my sire had been angry with me and punched a hole in a brick wall. He had broken his knuckles, but they were healed within three days. "What about speed?" I chuckled, "We're fast, but only when we have an adrenaline rush. I think we can go maybe fifty or so." "How bad does a wound have to be to kill us?" she had stopped paying attention to the TV now; I knew the facts. I thought for a moment. "Decapitation, obviously we can't heal that. Um.. Being cut in half, shot in the head or the heart. The loss of a leg- the wound won't heal in time for survival; we'll bleed to death because no way can we go to the hospital." "So anything major?" Kristin was disappointed. "Except for broken bones. If we get our neck snapped we'll be fine, but we may not be able to move for a week or two. Get run over by a car and it'll hurt like hell but you'll survive it. Fall off of something really high and you'll more than likely land on your feet, which is gonna hurt because they're probably going to be pretty broken." I took a breath. "We always land on our feet like a cat?" her eyes lit up. "If you have time to right yourself. Otherwise you end up on your ass or flat on your face just like anyone else." I shrugged. "Do we have any special abilities?" Kristin was now sitting cross legged, reminding me of an excited little girl although she didn't look to be much younger than myself at all. "You mean like special 'powers'?" She nodded bashfully. I grinned, "No laser beams from the eyes, sadly. Addictions get worse-I don't think that's a good thing, though." "So if you smoked a pack a day as a human you'll smoke two or three as a Vampire?" Kristin frowned. "Something like that." "Good thing I'm not addicted to anything." Kristin said. I shook my head, "Now you are, you just don't know it yet." She was confused, "What?" "Now that you're a Vampire you're addicted to blood. You need it to survive anyway so it's not really a bad thing, but you'll find yourself wanting it even if you've already had your fill for the next several days." I explained. "You're addiction to sex.. It must be horrible to deal with." Kristin said thoughtfully. I blinked and averted my eyes, "Usually it isn't a problem because I can get it when I want it." I didn't know why saying that to her made me feel bad. "Oh." Things were quiet for a while, I think because she was realizing that I had used her for both addictions. I had already told her that she was different, but I had still used her. I caught myself looking at her, amazed at how beautiful she was. Becoming a Vampire had only added a sort of supernatural glow to her already fiery eyes. "I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings, Kristin." Had I ever apologized to anyone before and meant it? "How often do you want it?'" she asked, her voice quiet. "Whenever I think about it." I wondered if that made me a bad person or not. "So.. You want sex right now?" Kristin raised a brow. "I'm trying not to think about it." I grumbled, trying to find a show on the TV that might make the feeling go away. Something gross. I flipped to the Discovery channel. "Ew! What is that?" Kristin gasped at the image on the TV screen. "Ugh. I have no idea. It looks like a.. like a-" "Something someone barfed up two months ago." Kristin covered her eyes. Completely repulsed, I turned the channel again. Things should be just fine as long as the topic of anything sexual didn't come up again. I could still feel the warm tingling in my fingertips but I knew it'd go away soon enough. Maybe. It usually didn't unless I made it. "Sex And The City?" Kristin asked, skeptical. Crap. I pushed the power button at the top of the remote and put it down on the table in front of the couch. Of course things wouldn't go easily-why would they? I crossed my arms over my chest and took a deep breath, attempting to calm my frazzled nerves. I knew that there was a very attractive girl sitting on the same couch as I was and I knew that I'd already had sex with her once. Neither of these facts helped. "Are you okay?" Kristin reached out to touch my shoulder. "Don't touch me, please." I said, wanting her to do the exact opposite. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath, memories of the night before flashing in and out of mind. "Is this because you want..?" I could tell from her voice that she knew the answer already. I forced myself to open my eyes and look at her, trying to keep my eyes on hers. I didn't say anything, just tried to keep control of myself. Kristin scooted up close to me, making it nearly impossible not to touch her. I wasn't expecting her to do what she did next, but it was a nice surprise. She reached out and touched my face softly. I closed my eyes and gulped, trying to swallow the butterflies that had made their way up my throat. When I felt Kristin's lips press against my mouth lightly my eyes popped open and my arms uncrossed and I had to struggle not to grope her, to just touch her sides. I kissed her back as gently as I could, not wanting to scare her away. I wanted her very badly. Kristin pulled away a few seconds later and stared into my eyes. "I'm going to take a shower. When I get done, you're going to take one. After that maybe, just maybe, I'll see about making you feel better." I couldn't speak. When Kristin stood to walk away I grabbed her hand and she smiled sensually, telling me to hold on. Not able to think straight, I had to take a second to remember how to let go of her. When I did she walked away into the bedroom. She came out with some of my clothes and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I heard the shower come on and I knew I had to do something to keep my mind off of her for at least a few minutes. I turned the television back on and changed it to Cartoon Network. Courage The Cowardly Dog was on, one of my favorite shows. I could hardly figure out what was going on but I told myself to just stare at the screen until it was my turn to take a shower. There was a fox and I think he wanted to make stew out of the old lady. Sam came and got on the couch, curling up in a ball on the cushion at the far end. I was in my every day spot and he was in his. So far he liked Kristin and I was glad. With any other person he ignored them unless things got too rough between the two of us. If that happened he growled at them until I had to lock him up in the bathroom for trying to bite them. But Sam liked Kristin. Maybe it was because she'd been here for more than a few hours and was still alive. Maybe it was because he felt like he'd been the one to nurse her back to health by sleeping on her and licking her in the face all night. I had no idea, but I was happy that he hadn't been a grump to her yet. I wondered if Kristin was almost done. I didn't want to have to go drag her out of the shower but I felt like I might if she didn't hurry up. I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to take deep, even breaths. All I could do was wait and I hated that. I wanted her right now. The bathroom door knob twisted and I jerked my head towards the sound, watching as Kristin exited the room in my clothes, her hair twisted up in a towel. She met my eyes and smiled, nodding her head towards the bathroom before walking into my room and closing the door behind her. I stood and went to knock on the door but hesitated. Did I need to get some clothes or not? "Kristin?" I knocked lightly. The door cracked open and Kristin handed me some clothes. I took them from her and went to take my shower. I stripped down and got in, turning the water on cold. I needed to cool down before I did anything that would need a lot of energy. I tried to take my time, but I'm not sure how well I did. I washed my long, dark hair first and then while the conditioner sat I washed my body. I had no reason to shave because the only hair that grows on a Vampire is the hair on our heads. After I was done with my shower I dried my hair as well as I could with my towel and then dried myself off. I wondered if Kristin would notice that my hair wasn't really straight but curly instead. I brushed my teeth, not wanting my breath to stink. Lovable, Beautiful Ch. 02 The clothes that she'd given me turned out to just be a T-shirt and a pair of lacey boy-shorts. I shook my head in amusement and put on the clothes before exiting the room. Knocking again, I pushed my door open and saw that Kristin was lying on my bed waiting for me. I met her eyes and was nearly overtaken with the feeling of wanting her so badly. I sat on the bed and looked down at her. Kristin's eyes invited me in and so I laid down beside her and made an effort not to be the first to touch the other. I failed, naturally, touching the tips of the fingers on my left hand to her face. Kristin closed her eyes seeming to enjoy my touch. I ran my fingers from her cheek to her shoulder, doing my best to go as slow as possible for me. When Kristin sat up I thought I'd done something wrong. "How much can you stand before you just.." Kristin laid down on top of me slowly, her hand running down my torso and slipping into my shirt. I closed my eyes and struggled not to attack her. Kristin kissed my lips, my cheek, my throat. Her fingers trickled up and down my belly, giving me chill bumps. My hands were all over her body; I was trying to keep myself occupied until I couldn't stand it any longer. All I could think of was how awesome it would feel if her hand just went a little lower. How great it'd be if she decided not to test me and go ahead and fuck me. "Go crazy?" Kristin bit into my throat enough to barely break the skin and squeezed my hip. I gasped and could no longer stop myself from trying to pull her shirt off of her. She only smiled at me, not allowing me to do so. "Not much, huh?" I gulped and clenched my jaw in frustration. "When is the last time you actually took your time? Made love with someone?" she asked, staring into my eyes thoughtfully. "I-I-I.." Had obviously forgotten how to speak correctly. Kristin put a finger over her lips to shush me. "Just slow down, please. The longer you wait the better the reward." I forced myself to let go of her shirt and just let her take the lead. I knew in the end I'd get what I needed, even if it took forever and a day. Also, I wanted to please her. I wanted to be there for all of the intercourse, not just the part where I got pleasured. Any other time I only paid mind to how I felt. Sure, I always gave the other person his or her orgasm, but only to be polite. This time I wanted to make sure Kristin felt amazing. She kissed me deeply and I kissed her back, balling my hands into fists to keep from trying to pull her shirt off again. I did my best to focus on feeling what Kristin's hands were doing. They touched and rubbed all the curves of my body but it seemed like they'd never make it to where I wanted them to be the most. "Have you ever.." Kristin finally slipped the tips of her fingers into my panties. "Just let someone take their time?" she kissed me again, knowing I wouldn't be able to answer her, anyway. I opened my hands and stretched them out because having them fisted for so long so tightly was beginning to hurt. I inhaled deeply when I felt Kristin's fingers finally began to move between my thighs very, very slowly. Slipping my hands under Kristin's shirt, I groped her breasts and allowed myself to do as she asked and let her take her time. I bit my bottom lip and rubbed my thumbs over her erect nipples. While it was almost painful to let her go at such a leisurely pace, I was able to half-way control myself. By the time I reached my climax she had quickened her fingers to a more bearable speed. I arched my back and groaned in ecstasy, biting into the soft flesh above Kristin's shoulder. She yelped and I realized that I'd actually hurt her. Blood flowed into my mouth and began to soak the white T she was wearing. To my surprise Kristin didn't stop what she was doing, just went faster. When I finished I pulled my teeth out of her and wiped my mouth. I made myself look into her eyes, something I never did after sex with some-one. Her blue-green eyes were as alive as ever but I could see the pain written all over her face. It bothered me that I had hurt her. "I'm sorry." I said, amazed again that I was apologizing and that I meant it. Her blood continued to spread its way through fabric of the shirt. Sitting up, I took Kristin's face in my shaking hands and kissed her lips tenderly. I pulled away and laid her down where I had just been. She let me remove her shirt this time. After hers was off I pulled mine over my head and dropped it on the bed beside me. I had every intention of going slow for her because that seemed to be what she wanted me to do, even though I didn't love her. Kristin looked up at me, waiting. I gulped and took a deep breath, getting ready to make her feel better than I had the last time. The first time. I blinked and then straddled her, leaning down and kissing from her forehead to her lips and from there to her throat. When I'd reached the bite wound I'd given her I kissed away the blood that was covering it. She gasped in pain and shrugged away from my touch. "Sorry.." I said knowing I'd have to touch it again if she wanted it to quit bleeding within the next few minutes. I looked into her eyes, trying to let her know silently that I was about to hurt her again, but only for a second or two. She must have known because when I ran my tongue over the bleeding area she didn't try and get away, but she did gasp in pain again. "I didn't mean to hurt you." I whispered to her before kissing behind her earlobe. Kristin nodded, her eyes closed. I couldn't help but kiss her full lips once more; I wanted the slight frown to go away. She kissed me back, her breathing becoming shallow as my right hand caressed her chest and ran all over her curves. I kissed her lips, her chin, under her jaws, her throat, collar bone. I sucked lightly on each nipple, letting my teeth graze them only a tiny bit. She gasped and I knew she liked what she felt. I got off of Kristin and continued to kiss and touch her body until I reached her panties. I slipped them off of her, throwing them in the floor. I looked into Kristin's eyes, the fire in them sending warm tremors through my entire being, body and soul. I struggled with myself not to forget about making her feel amazing and just fuck her instead. I knew she'd be able to tell the difference. I gained as much control of myself as I could and pressed my lips to the warm flesh of her abdomen and kissed my way down to the place I knew ached to be touched. My hands pushed her legs open a little wider and I used my thumbs to spread her apart. Kristin shivered when I kissed her clit and took in a shaky breath. Using my tongue to please her wasn't difficult at all because I'd done the same thing to other women, but I wanted it to be different this time. I didn't give a shit about any of the others; I'd killed them all, anyway. But with Kristin I did care. I wanted it to be like nothing else she'd ever experienced in her life. So I made an effort to take my time with her, loving every breath, every sound she made. These were the things that turned me on the most. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue down her pussy, bringing it back up flat. The taste of her was amazing. She groaned as I kissed her all over simply because I had noticed the way she reacted to it. My tongue explored every ounce of silky smooth skin. I sucked lightly on her clit, feeling her body tense up. Swirling my tongue around the tiny nub caused her to close her thighs around my head. Her hands grasped my hair. I made her go crazy when I began to quickly flick my tongue over her love button. "Ahh.." Kristin gasped when she reached her first orgasm, but I intended to give her many of those before this was over with. After the first few orgasms I switched from using my mouth to my fingers. I wiped my lips and kissed my way back up to Kristin's breasts, touching them sensually with my free hand. Kristin grabbed the sides of my head and leaned forward until she could reach my face, kissing me in a way I'd never been kissed before. The kiss was slow and gentle, her mouth open just slightly. I kissed her back to the best of my knowledge. Something bothered me about this particular kiss. It was more intimate than I felt comfortable with but I didn't pull away from her until she had her next climax. When she finished I rolled over beside her and stared at the ceiling, trying not to think too much about the last kiss we had shared. I ended up doing the exact opposite, wondering why on earth it bothered me so much. It was just a kiss, after all. A little while later Kristin was the first to speak. "Thank you." I didn't look at her. "For what?" "Taking your time. People don't usually do that for me." her voice was quiet with a sad tinge to it. I looked over at her, trying with all my might to ignore the very obvious fact that she was still naked. "What's wrong?" A fake smile replaced the frown but her eyes were still unhappy. She shook her head, "I'll be okay." "That's not what I asked." I rolled onto my side and faced her, a bit frustrated with myself for giving a damn. "I just.. I've only ever had sex with four people and none of them cared about me; they just wanted to fuck me. What if no one ever wants to make love to me?" Kristin blinked away tears. I didn't know what to say to her. After all, I hadn't wanted to make love to her, either. I had only wanted to be the best she'd ever had and it sounded like going slow was the only way to do that. I fumbled around in my mind for words that might help. Couldn't find any. "What if.." she trailed off. "What if, what?" I asked, curious. "Do you think you could ever love me? I mean- of course you don't have to, but do you think that someday you might?" Kristin asked, no sign of hope in her eyes at all. Of course she'd have to ask me something crazy like that. I couldn't lie to her; she was a Vampire and nothing can lie to a Vampire, not even someone of the same species. "I don't know, Kristin. With the way I am I don't think it'd work out." Kristin nodded, "Okay." "I have a question." I stated. She blinked, waiting. "Why was that last kiss different?" I asked, hoping I'd get a pretty satisfactory answer. Kristin moved her eyes from my own and sighed, "Because I wanted to see if you would kiss me back the same way." "What do you mean?" "I needed to know for sure if you meant to make me feel like I was wanted more than just sexually. You didn't kiss me back how I wanted you to, so I have my answer." Kristin tried to sound like it didn't bother her that she'd been used yet again. But I knew it did. "Kristin, I wanted to make you feel better physically than anyone else had ever made you feel. I wanted to be the best. I wasn't trying to make you feel.." I realized how cruel that sounded and stopped before I ended up making her cry. The way she was looking at me made me want to go crawl under a rock and stay there. It wasn't a hateful look, it was a very depressed 'I can't believe you just said that to me' look. She shook her head and a single tear fell down her face. So much for not making her cry. "Kristin-" I touched her arm. She glared at me but the pain in her eyes was evident. I covered my face with my hands and tried to think of something to say that might keep her from hating me. "Don't hate me." was all I could think of. "Why do you care if I hate you or not? You already got what you wanted. Twice, now. And if you want it again any time soon I'm sure you can find someone that just wants a good fuck. I can even refer you to a few." Kristin snapped. Ouch. "Do you hate me?" I was surprised that it mattered to me. That I didn't want her to. Things were quiet for a few minutes before she answered. "No, I don't hate you." "Why don't you?" "Why do you care?" she looked back into my eyes. I looked away, "I don't know why. All I know is that I do care. I care more for you than I've ever cared about anyone else. When we were having sex I didn't want to just fuck you. I wanted to be sure that you felt amazing. That you felt beautiful. Yeah, I wanted to be the best but that's because I wanted you to feel better than you've ever felt before." "You still didn't mean to make me feel like you wanted all of me." she said, not bothering to hide her grief any more. "I wanted all of you to feel beautiful." I mumbled, knowing it more than likely wouldn't help. "It's okay. I didn't expect you to." Kristin sounded so defeated. I touched her arm again, hoping she wouldn't pull away. When she didn't, I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "I really do care about you, Kristin. I'm just scared, okay?" "What are you scared of, Amanda?" Kristin asked, sounding a bit annoyed. "Hurting you. 'Cuz I know I will." I said, not even thinking about it before it came out of my mouth. I knew it must be true because, again, we can't lie to each other. "Do you mean physically or emotionally?" "Well, I've already hurt you in both ways, but I meant emotionally." I said, not really liking being so open to someone. She rolled onto her side and faced me, searching my eyes for what felt like centuries. "Like I said, you're not as bad a person as you think you are." I sighed, perturbed. "Would you try, you know, to let me show you how it could be?" Kristin asked, sounding like she already knew I'd say no. "You shouldn't want to try. All I've done for you is turn you into a Vampire and hurt your feelings." I was confused as to why she cared so much after all I'd done to her. Lovable, Beautiful Ch. 03 "Your first kill should be done slowly. Otherwise things can get pretty messy." I explained to Kristin a few days later as we walked through the park, watching for the right targets to suit us both. Kristin had only ever had my blood and the blood I had bought from Jackson but it was enough to get her addicted to the only thing besides water and alcohol she'd ever drink again. The addiction would only worsen once she'd tasted fresh, warm human blood. "Her. I want her." Kristin eyed a lone young woman who looked way too ticked for her own good. She was fumbling to herself about something. The woman was gorgeous and a perfect first kill. It wouldn't take much to get her alone with Kristin. "She'll come to you. Just sit on that bench and watch her. Lure her in to you. I'll be watching." I said, walking away. I did as I said and watched from behind a tree in the wooded part of the park. Kristin sat on the bench I'd told her to and waited for the angry woman to come nearer to her. The lady, like most targets, would see Kristin as a problem solver. "Hi." the woman said, pushing her auburn hair away from her neck. All victims did that when speaking to a Vampire. It seems like it'd be the other way around, but it's not. I think it has something to do with the fact that we're beautiful. I don't know, maybe that's just me. Kristin smiled sensually at the woman. I tried to ignore the feeling it gave me and continued to watch my creation. "Hello," she said, her voice all but luring me over to her as well. "I.. I just dumped my boyfriend and I-I'm sorry, I don't know who you are. I just.. Ugh." the woman was slowly inching towards Kristin, shaking her head. I looked around, making sure we were the only ones in the park. Since it was two o'clock in the morning most people had gone home. The people still in the park were either drug dealers, homeless people or unsuspecting future victims of rapists or Vampires. We were the only people in this particular part of the park so Kristin could drain the woman now and get away with it. "It's okay. Here, sit by me." Kristin patted the space to her right. She was far better at this than I had been the first time I'd ever gone target hunting. I'd lured in an older gentleman, a business man coming home late from the other woman's house. He was married and didn't want to lose his wife, so I told him I'd make sure she never found out. He was found dead the next day and his secret stayed a secret. I had drained him dry too quickly, getting blood all over myself and him. The authorities were baffled because he had no wound anywhere on him but his blood was on his skin and his shirt. The case is still unsolved. "I'm Viola." the woman said after she was seated next to her future killer. Her voice was low, slightly confused, just like all other targets when they talked to Vampires. "I'm Kristin. Tell me," she was so calm and collected, "Why did you break up with him?" Viola actually leaned in to Kristin like a friend does when speaking to a confidant. How did Kristin have this woman talking to her like she'd known her for years on her first time? "He doesn't love me. I'm just tired of saying it and not hearing it, you know?" Viola nodded nervously. Kristin nodded in sad agreement; she understood all too well. "Well, Viola, let me tell you a secret, okay?" "'Kay." Viola agreed, quietly. Kristin stared at her feet the whole walk home and didn't say a word until we were back at my apartment. I knew it was because of how easily she'd killed that woman in the park. She felt bad. "I can't believe this is what I've become." she shook her head in denial. We walked inside and I closed and locked the door behind myself. I slipped off my jacket and hung it on the hook beside the door. I helped Kristin out of hers and hung it up beside mine. It was October and even Vampires get cold. "I took her life away from her." Kristin said, "She only needed some-one to talk to. Someone to listen to her for five minutes. I killed her." Tears began to well up in her eyes. "Don't cry." I said, touching her shoulder. I didn't like it when she felt bad enough to weep about something. I had noticed that in the last three days I had cared a little more about her each day and even tried to make sure I was nice to her. That was more than I'd ever done for anyone else before. Kristin stepped forward and I pulled her to me in a tight embrace. I held the back of her head in one hand while rubbing her back softly with the other. She wrapped her arms around me and cried into my shoulder. I tried to comfort her but wasn't sure what else to say besides "Shh." "You don't have to do that again. I'll just keep Jackson bringing in blood from people who willingly donate it to our kind. It'll be okay." I said, hoping maybe that would help. I knew how she was feeling. All of us Vampires go through it. The transition period where we realize that we're basically serial killers that can't be caught. Most of us, or at least the normal ones, aren't too happy about it. Most of us, at least the average ones, get used to it. "I'd rather do that, then." she mumbled, still holding onto me. Kristin needed someone to love her. She needed for someone to be there for her through the good and the bad. Right now, she needed me to hold her until she felt like she wasn't going to fall apart anymore. I knew I didn't love her, but I could at least pretend to if it made her feel better. If I was lucky maybe someday what I felt for her would be stronger than just caring about how she felt. I wanted to be able to tell her someday that I did love her, but that day wouldn't be today. If something were to cause the two of us to be separated, I knew I'd be okay without her. If I were in love with her, I wouldn't be able to go on if she were gone. Walking over to the couch, I sat down and pulled her into my lap, where she continued to mourn. Her tears seeped into my shirt as she cried for what seemed like hours. I hadn't cried after I'd killed that man. All I had done to deal with killing someone was to forget about it. I forgot about all of my victims as soon as I'd killed them, usually. I made a point to look in their eyes as little as possible while luring them in so it'd be easier. As for all the people I slept with before killing them? They were harder to forget, but I did my best. The only victim I'd ever cried over was the one in my arms and I still couldn't figure out why she had had that affect on me; I'd only just met her. There is a belief among my kind that the person who is turned into a Vampire automatically gains romantic feelings for their sire or mistress, but I don't agree with that. The only feelings I had for Justin were sexual ones, no emotional strings attached. He was the one who gained feelings for me, but I didn't want to be with him because I knew I'd sleep with other people and he'd get angry with me. I knew better than to piss him off too terribly because as I've said before, you're sire is the one of the only things that can kill you. "Amanda?" Kristin whispered. "Mm-hm?" I hoped she felt better. "What was it that made you tell me?" she asked. I thought for a little while before coming up with the answer. "The fire in your eyes. It's different than anyone else's. They're so alive and-and, I don't know. It's like when I looked into them the first time they- you saw straight into my soul. Everyone else.. They just looked." I couldn't believe I had just said something that deep. I never said things like that. Kristin had sat up and was now doing what she'd done that first day. Her eyes were looking past all the bad things I tried to use to cover up any piece of something good. She was searching the deepest parts of my soul, trying to find what it was that I was afraid of. I blinked and looked away from her, terrified for some reason. "Amanda." Kristin's voice was soft but stern. I wouldn't look at her. "Please look at me." she asked. I shook my head, only to have Kristin take my face in her hands and turn it towards her. I looked up, down, anywhere but her eyes. For some reason that I couldn't name, I really was afraid of her. Afraid of what she might see in me. "Please?" she sounded like it really mattered to her that I do this. So I did it, unable to knowingly disappoint her. Again, she searched my soul. I didn't understand why this was so important to her or why it scared me like it did. Kristin seemed like she'd never look away, give me a break. Time to breathe. "When was the last time you cried?" I blinked, confused as to why she would ask something like that. I frowned, not wanting to answer her. I did anyway, "When I was drinking your blood. You were dying." "Before then?" I hadn't realized it when Kristin had taken a hold of my hand, but now I had and I didn't pull my hand away. It was sort of a nice feeling. "When my ribs got broken." I mumbled, knowing she had meant for emotional reasons. "Okay, what about the last time you cried because you just needed to?" Kristin asked, rubbing her thumb over my hand. I turned away from her. "I don't remember." Kristin stood up and pulled on my hand, wanting me to get up as well. I stood, not understanding what for. I looked back into her eyes warily. I had no idea what she wanted from me. Kristin lead me into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. At first I thought she wanted to have sex with me, but she just laid down on the bed and pulled me down beside her. I did reach out and touch her but she took hold of my hand and didn't let it go. "Just lay here with me, okay?" I thought of unattractive things so that I could do what she wanted me to but I had thought that's what we were coming in here for and so it was extremely difficult. My entire body tingled with anticipation and want for her. I took in deep breaths to try and keep myself from failing at this simple task. Surely I could get through the third day in a row without sex. I had gone two, before. Three wouldn't kill me. "Is it really that bad?" Kristin blinked at me. "Yes." I said, afraid that if I said more than that I'd lose control. Thankfully, Kristin left the subject alone and just squeezed my hand. That was the only part of her body she'd allow me to touch. I thought about just forgetting about what she wanted from me and rolling over on top of her and doing what I wanted to do. It would be much easier and much more enjoyable than just lying there. "Ouch." Kristin pulled her hand out of mine. "You're trying pretty hard aren't you?" At first I was lost, but then I figured out that I had hurt her hand from gripping it so tightly. "Oh-I'm sorry." "It's okay." she murmured, flexing her hand. "If I kissed you just to kiss you would that make it worse?" The question had an obvious answer, "Yeah." "That's what I thought." "Then why'd you ask?" I was lost. Kristin smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Just to be sure. Because I want to, but not if it'll only make things worse." I tried to make her laugh, "If you handcuffed me to the bed you could." It worked and she giggled, "Do you have any?" Within five minutes I was cuffed to the headboard and couldn't move my hands. Just to be safe, Kristin had tied my feet down as well. I was already horny and this didn't make things any better for me, but it was what Kristin wanted and for some reason, I wanted her to be happy. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering what kind of torture I was about to go through just to make this girl feel better. "I promise it won't kill you." Kristin said as she lye down beside me, pushing a long strand of black hair out of my face. I gulped and nodded. "I know." "Did you also know that you're insanely gorgeous?" Kristin asked, her eyes looking my face over keenly. If I said yes I'd sound conceited but if I said no I'd be lying. I just didn't answer her question and asked my own. "Did you know that if I wasn't handcuffed to the bed right now I'd attack you?" "Yeah." Kristin smiled and nodded. I pulled against the cuffs, trying to sit up so I could touch her. I felt like an animal being chained down so it wouldn't hurt anyone. But I didn't want to hurt her- I wanted to do the exact opposite. I sighed in frustration and let myself fall back. "Don't break the bed, okay?" Kristin said, knowing I could if I wasn't careful. She touched my face with her fingertips and looked into my eyes for a moment before leaning in and pressing her warm lips to mine. I closed my eyes and kissed her back heatedly. A few seconds later Kristin pulled away and frowned at me. "Not like that." All I could do was look at her, unable to come up with a sentence that made sense. I was pulling against the cuffs again and even though it hurt I couldn't seem to stop. Kristin looked like she felt sorry for me and that made me feel bad about myself. I wished I could just let her do this with no problems. Finally, I was able to lay back down. "Like this.." Kristin kissed me again and this time I was able to more or less go with the flow. It was the same kiss that had caught my attention before because it was too intimate. The difference this time was that it didn't bother me as badly. I still didn't feel like I disserved it, but I wanted it. I wanted her to want me- all of me. The kiss lasted a very long time and when she pulled away it was me who tried to keep it going by nudging her for more. She kissed me again, her hands cradling my face. I tried again to reach for her but not so that I could fondle her. I wanted to hold her like she was holding me. I gave up on it but not on kissing her. When Kristin pulled away I didn't try to make her kiss me again. She sat up and looked down at me, her eyes kind. "Thank you for letting me do that." she smiled. "Do it again." I said, hoping she wouldn't think it was for sexual reasons. For the first time in my life, I wanted someone to just kiss me. I liked how it made me feel whenever she kissed me like that. "Why?" she looked cautious. "Because I want you to." I grinned. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather I did this.." Kristin slipped her hand under my top and trailed her fingers lightly over my skin. I shivered and closed my eyes. "That works, too." I said as her hand unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans before it slipped between my thighs and began to massage me. I hadn't expected this at all but I wasn't going to complain about it. Kristin kissed me gently as her fingers pushed inside me. I wished I could touch her but I couldn't. Kristin bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and I gasped in both pleasure and pain. She sucked on the wound she had made but I could still feel blood running down my chin. I arched my back as I neared my climax. "Does that feel good?" Kristin asked as she moved her fingers inside of me. I panted in answer, gritting my teeth and struggling yet again to pull my hands free. Because I had two different pairs of handcuffs, each hand was individually cuffed to a different part of the headboard. I was right handed and therefore stronger on that side. I wasn't expecting myself to break the metal chain attaching me to one of the bed posts, but I did. Kristin jumped when my hand touched her face, her movements stopping. I used my new found freedom to my advantage and sat up as much as I could, kissing Kristin until she remembered what she had been doing and continued. My hand and wrist hurt, but I paid little attention to the pain because the pleasure was better. When I was done Kristin kissed my lips sweetly, making me want to do for her what she'd done for me. "You hurt yourself." she whispered, kissing me again. "I'll be okay." I mumbled in-between breaths. "You're bleeding from both of your wrists." Kristin sounded like this worried her a little bit. "It'll stop soon enough.." I stated, looking at my right hand and wrist to find that all of the pulling and twisting against the metal had cut them up pretty badly. Before I could do it myself, Kristin took my hand from me and kissed away the blood and closed the wound. "I gotta get the keys." she reached over to the bed side table and grabbed them. She unlocked and removed both sets of cuffs, and then untied my feet. I immediately sat up all the way and stretched, trying not to let my blood drip onto the bed. Kristin took both of my hands in her own when I was done with my stretch and looked at the damage I'd caused. "All of that just so you could touch me?" I nodded, "When I get that way I'll do almost anything." "Including let someone break your ribs?" Kristin brought my left wrist up to her mouth this time, closing my lacerations with a quick swipe of her tongue. She picked up on things quickly. "I didn't let him. He came into the room with a bat and when I tried to get away he slugged me with it." I explained. "How many ribs did he break?" "These three." I pulled my shirt up and leaned over so that she could see the ones I was pointing to. Kristin touched the ribs the man had broken only two weeks earlier. "They're okay now?" "They feel like they did before they got broken." I said, dropping my shirt back down. I zipped and buttoned my pants, trying to figure out what had made Kristin change her mind about having sex with me today. "So, what made you do that?" "You gave me what I wanted, so I gave you what you wanted." I couldn't figure out if she sounded sad or not. "You didn't have to." I told her. It was shocking to know that I could have made it through the day with just the kiss. "But.. Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" she didn't understand. "I'm always going to want that from you because that's just how I am. But what I really wanted you to do was just kiss me again because I realized I could deal with it. And that I like it when you kiss me like that." I didn't recognize myself and it was a good thing. Kristin was smiling in a way that made the flames in her eyes seem brighter. "Do you think I could do that without restraining you first?" "I think that if maybe you could tell me beforehand somehow I'd be more prepared and less likely to go nuts." I said, "But I don't care if I have to have a straitjacket as long as you still kiss me." "Can I kiss you now?" she hadn't stopped smiling yet, which I took to be a good sign. "If you want to." I barely managed to complete the short sentence before she was caressing my lips with her own. Amazingly enough, I had no sudden urge to strip her naked and do things to her. All I wanted was for her to do what she was doing until she didn't want to anymore. After that, well, I didn't know. One way or another, we ended up very tangled in each other's embrace, making out. I had never made out with someone before that I didn't have sex with afterwards or during. This was new ground for me and I wanted to explore it. I knew I could kiss her without raping her, but would I be able to deal with all the touching and heavy breathing? When I felt Kristin's hands caress my body, even over my clothes, I knew it wasn't going to work. "Kris.." I panted, gripping the comforter underneath me in my hands. She must not have heard me because she continued to touch and feel of me while kissing my neck. Damn it. I was losing control of myself and I knew that it wouldn't take much more at all to send me back into the state of mind I'd been in just moments ago. I pulled away from her kisses, "Kristin- I'm about to lose it." I said between panting breaths. "Lose it." she said, kissing my throat. She allowed her newly formed fangs graze my flesh, nearly bringing blood.