Don't Forget

Tilia

What is he doing? His lips against my wound burn my flesh. He sucks the blood dripping from the cut as if he was parched. I close my eyes, suppressing a cry of pain, but my legs start to shake. He looks up at me and I stare at the blood on his luscious lips. A disturbing force pushes me to lean towards his face to put my mouth on his. The metallic taste of my blood tickles my tongue as I kiss him passionately. Henry cups my face in his hands and briefly pulls it away from his.

—    Your turn, he says breathlessly, holding out his arm.

I watch the red liquid dripping from his wound hesitantly. A part of me thinks that I am sinking into an evil that will engulf me with no possibility of turning back. But these feelings that I feel with Henry are the only things allowing me to survive in the darkness that surrounds me. So I eagerly grab his forearm with both hands and put my mouth on his cut. I feel his pulse beating against my lips as I suck his blood hungrily. He groans in pleasure as I sink my teeth into his skin. It was then that he decided to untie my hair and lift my chin towards him to stare at me with his dark eyes.

Henry's blood is stronger than the drugs taken with him. Soon I have to hold on to the kitchen counter, as my senses go numb. Suddenly, the image of a gorgeous Asian woman with red eyes invades my thoughts. She wears a cotton dress covered in entrails and stands in the middle of a field of mutilated corpses. She seems fulfilled in this horrifying carnage.

The vision quickly dissipates and I return to Henry standing in front of me. He takes me in his arms to carry me into the room while I laugh out loud like the woman in my vision.

—    You saw her, didn't you? he says, gazing at me.

—    Who is she? I ask him.

—    Arana.

—    Your Arana?

He nods his head before throwing me on the bed. I roll in his sheets, excited by this discovery.

—    You are still so beautiful, he says in ecstasy.

He sits astride me to pass my sweater over my head. I am now in my bra in front of Henry who kisses my neck passionately. We quickly find ourselves naked, pressed against each other. I dig my nails into his muscular back as he nibbles my neck, moving sensually between my legs. Tears of pleasure stream down my cheeks as I hear Henry's ragged breathing when he buries his face in my neck. Overwhelmed by our savage lovemaking and his demon blood going to my head, I ended up fainting with pleasure.

...

I wake up, my brain in mush and my body stiff. Total darkness reigns in the room. I sit painfully on the bed before groping towards the light switch. The light dazzles my eyes and forces me to squint. When they finally get used to the glow, I see the bed sheets soaked in blood as well as my naked body. At the sight of my hands covered in dried hemoglobin, I hold back a cry. I look for Henry in the bedroom, but he's not here.

So I venture into the hallway to find him. To my surprise, I run into the him, who was returning to the room, clean as a penny.

—    Woah! What's up princess? he says surprised at my agitation.

I notice that his hair is wet. He probably just got out of the shower.

—    I'm covered in blood Henry! I exclaim frustrated that he does not understand my dismay.

—    Yes you are. Don't you remember? You were extraordinary! he says with a theatrical gesture.

Confused about my blank memory, I begin to hyperventilate and my legs give way beneath me. But Henry catches me before I hit the ground. He smiles at me taking me by the waist. I wince as he touches the bruises covering my body and he apologizes by releasing his grip. He then places his lips on mine in order to calm me down.