Alejo [Vampire]

Alejo- Chapter 22

::CHAPTER 22::

I sat back in my chair and dabbed the crimson from my lips with a napkin. Ria’s blood had wet my appetite and now it needed to be sated. My lunch hadn’t done his job. I still wasn’t satisfied.

The difference between a Pet and a regular human was control. The branding forced me to sense when her life was slipping away. While feeding, it would warn me viciously enough to make me stop in time. A normal human had no such triggers. I could drain one and not feel a thing.

A Pet was almost an appetizer. After feeding from one, it was very difficult to drain another human. You would be too full. You’d have to stop long before time. By first feeding from a Pet, you could ensure that your second meal lived.

Unfortunately, I was new with Pets. I didn’t know how exactly it worked. I was learning as I went. For example, I just realized that Pets weren’t meant to be sipped from. Tiny tastes were not good. You were supposed to drink your fill and then move on.

That sip I’d taken from Ria had been the best blood I’d ever had. It was as if it was a special blend made especially for my tastes; as I assumed it was for all Pets for their Masters.

Her blood was ambrosia. It was luxury chocolates and champagne. A drug and an addiction entwined and liquefied. An elixir of sex and seduction. It was silk sheets and misted windows. Cries of passion and ecstasy. The nectar of the gods. Ineffable deliciousness.

I’d never tasted anything like it. The first taste was sweet and smooth but subtly so. The deeper I drew on the blood was the harder the impact came at me. It attacked my senses until it consumed me like nothing else. It was better than sex. No. It was just like sex in fact. But more. Better than I had ever had. Better than my condition had ever allowed me to feel.

Without a doubt I was going to have more of her. I needed more of it. The effects had surprised me at the time. I hadn’t expected all of that to hit me at once. I’d pulled away. Ended it before I could truly savor it. I’d never regretted anything more. I shouldn’t have walked away. In fact, if it wasn’t broad daylight I’d be out looking for her now.

My body still buzzed with the aftermath. It had never felt so much at once. Some of those feeling were still being processed. Despite being completely out of my element, I could appreciate the excitement coursing through me. It was the feeling I got while harvesting hearts. Finally. Something new. Something I haven’t experienced.

It was a fight to constantly find something that didn’t bore me. Now I’d stumbled across the motherload and hadn’t even known. To think, such treasures pulsing in her at this very moment. And she was mine. Mine for the taking. Mine to do with as I pleased.

I scowled. That wasn’t right. I didn’t have free reign. I couldn’t drain her of every precious drop. She needed to be alive to replenish her blood store. She would to sustain me for as long as humanly possible.

Protection. That’s what she needed. No harm could come to the vessel holding my newest addiction.

Anyone to dare lay a finger on her would come to know the vilest torture I could concoct. I would ensure that it went on for an infinite amount of eternities. And said person would beg for mortality. Beg to be released from the torment.

That person would hurt until their minds shattered. Hurt until their nerves could only understand pain. Those raw nerves would force the offender to feel pain even when there was no reason to feel anything at all. My fists clenched at the idea of my enemies touching her. Of them spilling her blood.

Her blood was my drug to abuse.

My mind felt fried already. It needed another taste. The dehydration was already beginning to hit. It bothered me that I was thirsty again. My throat scratched and felt a tad sore. A part of me knew that I could drain another human in this state so I stayed put. I had a certain amount of them stored away but it wouldn’t do to waste my food.