Hunger

Chapter two

It's been two weeks since the almost death of me happened. Two long weeks, waiting for the mystery superman to contact me like he said he would. It's Halloween night and down at the bar is a big costume party, contest. Against my better judgment, I decided to go, my friend from college flew in to spend the holidays with me, he needed a break anyway as he and his boyfriend of five years just had a nasty breakup.

I picked vampire for my costume. I put on my fangs, which look fairly realistic, and put some blood coming out of the corner of my mouth. I do a darker eye look with deep purple and sparkly black eyeshadow. Grant dressed as a playboy bunny. A skin-tight, black latex bodysuit with a fluffy bunny tail on the butt. He puts the ears on his head and smiles at me.

"Looking good, Em. Count Emilia if you will," Grant teases me.

"You look good too," I counter back.

We head down to the bar, it's already packed. I feel uneasy looking at the amount of people are crammed into the small space. Big crowds have never been my specialty. We approach the bar, the bartender is dressed as a zombie and is eying Grant like he actually might eat him. Grant picks up on this and immediately strikes up a conversation with him.

I order one of the Halloween drinks while Grant chats away with the zombie bartender. I touch Grant's arm to let him know I was going to step out side and get some fresh air. I squeeze through the crowd, the occasional drunkard trying to grind on me as they all dance to the music. Once outside I find a seat in the corner of the patio and sit down.

Ugh, alone. Great.

"This seat taken?" I hear a familiar voice behind me. Soft and smooth.

I turn to face the man, who saved me from death, standing there a slight smirk on his face.

"Go ahead. My 'date' is in there trying to get laid," I scoff.

"Aren't we all?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

"Uhm. No, I'm not. You?"

"No, those...mort...er people in there could never satisfy me," he smiles again, his gaze moving from my eyes to the rest of me. Studying the fake blood I had painted on myself. "Vampire, huh? Awfully risky of you to pick such a feared creature here. Haven't you noticed you are the only vampire?"

I thought back to the inside of the bar, all the people I had passed. He's right, I was the only person dressed as a vampire. "Well, I hadn't noticed it until you said something... So, are we going to talk now?" I finally ask him.

"Straight to the point, are we? Yes, but not here. We need to be somewhere a bit more private," he walks closer to me and holds out his hand for me to take.

I take his hand, it's cold, not too cold, but colder than mine. I stand up and let go of him.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I follow him behind the bar.

"My place."

My insides twist into knots and I feel like I should run, but I'm also so incredibly curious. Plus this man is the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on. I follow him out to a sleek black car, he opens the passenger door for me and nods towards the seat. I slide in and he shuts the door behind me. We make the long drive up to the mysterious house on the hill. We make small talk most of the time, he's asking all the questions, where I'm from, why I'm here. I answer them honestly, without hesitation. Normally ,I'm fairly closed off when it comes to new people, however, I can't stop myself from opening up to this man. It's almost as if I'm in a trance.

We head inside his beautiful home, the foyer has a massive crystal chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling, white lights twinkling throughout. It's breathtaking.

"Are you hungry? I can cook something up real quick."

"Oh, I think I'm okay right now thank you. What's your name by the way?" I ask him as he leads me into his gorgeous house.

"Jon, sorry I should've told you sooner."

"That's okay, I'm Emilia."

"What a pretty name."

"Thank you, my great-grandmother shared it with me."

We enter a lounge area, he motions for me to sit on the love seat across from a beautiful Victorian style couch. He sits on the couch and crosses his leg and places his hand on his knee.

"I assume you have questions?"

"Lots."

"Listen, Emilia, before we start. What I did wasn't out of kindness, but rather selfishness."

"Selfishness? How so? You saved my life!" I ask astonished by his remark.

"Because I couldn't see you die that way, that's not how I want it to happen," Jon leans forward on knees, his eyes almost completely purple as they dance across my skin.

"Jon, your eyes."

"It's what happens when the monster inside of me awakens, the line is wearing thin, he wants to devour you. To know the taste of your crimson elixir that pumps through your veins. I've never wanted to taste a human this bad before. I haven't feasted for months, I've been here, dormant, just living a normal life, then you show up to town. Your mouth watering scent plaguing this quaint little place, I couldn't resist any longer. You woke the monster inside of me, and he wont be happy till he is fed."

Before I can react Jon is leaning over me, his eyes dark and purple, a hunger deep within them. His right hand is behind me grabbing a handful of the fabric of my shirt. He breaths against my neck, sending a chill down my spine. The room around me sways as I feel my anxiety skyrocket. He presses his lips softly to my neck. I'm filled with a mix of emotions, I'm terrified of what this man just said, but at the same time I want him to have his way with me on every piece of furniture in his house. What is wrong with me?

He moves away from my neck, his breath on my ear as he leans in and whispers. "This will only hurt a little bit."

His lips are back on my neck, kissing softly, his grip tightening on my back as his kisses grow stronger against my neck. I feel his mouth open wider than just a kiss, he bites down. I feel a slight sting as his teeth puncture my neck. He lets out a muffled moan against my neck and lifts me up slightly, closing the distance between our bodies. My neck burns, but I don't scream out, I don't try to move, I just lay there in shock. Jon doesn't let up. My eyes begin to darken, my body falling limp in his grasp, but that doesn't seam to stop him. He moans against my neck again as he slowly lays me down still sucking the life out of me. My eye lids begin to close. Jon pulls himself from my neck and leans over me, blood dripping down his face and onto my chin. He wipes it with his finger smiling at me as he licks it clean.

"Emilia, you tasted better than I could have even imagined. You fulfilled my appetite. You'll feel better soon, for now sleep. I'll return you to your place once your strength is back up."

Jon stands up, I see him smile, he now has big fangs protruding out of his mouth, covered in my blood. None of this feels real. I feel like I'm in a movie. Vampires aren't real. But if they are, what else is?