Vampire at 14 Penrose Lane (re-write)

10. Rose Red

CHAPTER 10

We turn into Penrose Lane and, after a few more minutes, walk up towards my house. Opening the door, I slip inside with Nikolai close behind me. He shuts the door, and I immediately drop my bag and move to the couch — ready for his feeding. Fully adapted to our little routine. Nikolai settles next to me, and with total comfort, I extend my wrist to him. Not feeling afraid anymore .

Nikolai's lips curve into a half-smile, revealing a hint of ivory fangs that always electrifies my veins. Nikolai's fangs snap out and swiftly bites into my flesh.

The sensation is always the same.

Sting.

Pain...

Pleasure!

With each draw of blood, it feels more and more indulgent.

The evening feeds between him and I... turning more and more erotic.

My breath hitches, and I squeeze my legs tighter together, feeling the heat pull between my thighs as he pulls his last drink of my blood. My panties get damp from trying to control myself. Nikolai's tongue grazes his bottom lip, and I lick mine, too. His copper eyes blazing red from his fill. He sniffs in the air and his eyes swing to me; his pupils dilated... turning dark.

My breath catches in my throat as his penetrating gaze drill into me, exposing my soul. Unravelling my body that's full of desire... yearning in this moment.

What the hell is happening?

Nikolai blinks hard and stands up abruptly. "I should go," he murmurs with clenched teeth. The solid frown returning to his face. I swallow hard, regaining my senses — forcing down secret longings. Nikolai walks towards the front door, and I stare after him. He's leaving me so unsatisfied. Disgruntled and unfulfilled — like something was missing. I almost pout, like a stupid three-year-old girl.

As he opens the door, a gust of wind travels through. The air carrying a bizarre scent... floral mixed with a hint of decay.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says.

I nod. "Yes, tomorrow."

"Good night, Isla." Nikolai walks out, closing the door behind him.

I lean against the living room wall and sigh. My mind still reeling from the aftereffects of Nikolai's sensual bite. Moving into the kitchen, I grab my usual iron fueled supply of pills, raisins, and apricots to replenish my blood. But a knock at the door stops me in my tracks.

"Nikolai?" I whisper and move towards the door in a hot flash. I open it slowly and with caution. Nobody stood there except for the quiet and empty street. The wind subsides to its normal breeze. I open a little further and my eyes drop to a single red rose standing a few inches away from my door.

"Nikolai left me a rose," I whisper excitedly. "How sweet of him."

Did this mean something? Does he look at me more than a donor?

Maybe he feels something... like I am.

Biting my thumb from the excitement rushing in me, I dash outside to get it with a huge grin on my blushing face. My hand reaches and I grab it. The rose is bright red and beautiful, but the long stalk brim with thorns. My thumb clumsily pricks on one protruding thorn. I hiss as I spot the tiny drop of blood.

Suddenly, long, and lanky arms grab me from behind with speedy and strong hands, locking me in.

"Hello, pretty, and sweet one." A voice rasps in my ear. Cold and sardonic. "That blood smells delicious."