Victor's mysterious Fangs

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Aria

My first day of my final year of school was abruptly interrupted by a terrorist attack on the hospital. They dismissed us around 12.

As soon as I made it home, my dad called. "Hey sweetheart, I heard."

"I'm fine," I grabbed a water bottle and shut the refrigerator.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yep."

"We'll I'll be gone late," he sighed.
"Tough employer?" I asked.
"Yeah. Wants it finished before sundown," my dad said, "Gotta go. Love ya." He hung up the phone.

"Love you too," I said to no one as the phone clicked.

"Well," I mumbled to myself. Wouldn't hurt to bother my number one fan. The stupidly big grin on my face was quickly replaced by the thought of failing my language class. I picked up my backpack and hopped over to Victor's.

Victor was bustling about in his kitchen when I barged in as usual.
"You'll never learn," Victor told me .
"Yeah," I shrugged him off, "Have you heard?"

"About?" He asked, planting his arms on the counter.
"Cut on the tv and you'll see," I said.

He rolled his eyes and stalked over to get his remote. He pressed the buttons and sure enough, tuned in to the news to see the horrifying news.

"Shit," he cursed.
"Yeah," I added. "What were you doing all day to not see this?"
Victor didn't answer me and instead began to pace a little.
"What's wrong?"
"That's where I usually get my necessities," Victor shared.
"So what? You don't have necessities. The only necessities you need would be money or..
"Exactly," Victor interrupted me. "Dammit."

"So what are you going to do now? Can't you wait? At least until they have the situation under control? Or find another hospital? If you go down there, it's just going to make everything worse. Endangering yourself and risking actual death doesn't sound smart," I glared at him.

"Fuck!!!!" he suddenly screamed. I flinched as he punched the air to release his bottled anger. His slight pacing became quick paced flashes of wind.

"How about this?" I stepped forward, with a solution in mind that could help both of us.

"What? I'm already thinking. Just give me.."

"How about I feed you?" I blurted. It caught his entire attention.
"Go on," he inched closer.
"Ill agree to feed you, to be your cute little blood bag," I said.
"And?"
"You get to drink from the sweetest part," I tempted.
"From here?" His hands wandered to my skin, sending a spark through me, igniting something so deep in me that I didn't even know was there.
"What's the catch?" Victor's dangerously low voice made me shudder.
"I need you to teach me perfect French," I said.
"And you're going to pay me in blood?" He laughed. "Don't you know that's like making a deal with the devil?" The trail of his finger stopped above the hem of my shirt. I swallowed the lump in my throat, unsure about his next move.

"You're not the devil," I said aloud, but in my head I thought, you might be his son.
He removed his finger. "Wonderful really, I might accept." I perked up, but he held up a finger. "On one condition."

"I don't want to feed from there either," his devious smirk played on his arched lips.
"No deal." I immediately shot down his request.
"You're no fun," Victor dropped his smirk. "Fine. I accept your conditions."

"Good," I proudly hummed.
"You could have offered me money," Victor mused.
"What money? It was only a summer job," I confessed.
"No savings? Allowance?" He questioned.
"I wish," I blew a breath.

"But in all the time I've known you princess, you've never seemed like you needed money. Jack is well off."

"My dad is. I, unfortunately, am not." My gears also turned. "Hey, how about we add some terms to the deal?"

"What terms?" He lit a cigarette.
"I remember you saying you're still rich from being a prince. How about you invest in me?"
"Invest?"
"Invest into me and my future," I explained.
"Should've just said so sooner. Sure princess," he blew some smoke out his nose.

"Hmm," I could see Victor's gears turning in his brains. "Are you hungry?"

Almost as if on cue, my stomach rumbled. "Always," I squealed. "What's on the menu today?"

"Beef stew," he said.
"That works."

"Crackers? Bread?" He held up the options.

"Bread," I answered and he handed me the loaf. I happily took 2 slices.

"Did they not feed you today?" He efficiently returned all the ingredients back to their place.
"Nope," I popped my lips.
"What would you have done if I hadn't suggested this?" I made small talk as I blew the hot soup on my spoon. Victor was seated across from me with his ashtray, putting a nip in the bud for the cigarette.

"You don't want to know," Victor sneered.

I munched on the tender meat melting in my mouth. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I always knew something was off about you. How can you not eat your own delicious food?"

He couldn't contain his laughter, and the walls bounced the echo through the house. "I don't get a chance. You eat everything."

"Fair enough," I said in between bites.
"Tell me something," he stood up.
"What?" I wiped my face with the napkin.
"How can you be so concerned about school right now?"
"Because life goes on. I hate to sound so selfish and cold hearted, but just because someone else's life is ending doesn't mean mine has to. God rest their soul." I did a quick prayer.

"Touché, princess," Victor sneered. "Always going after what you want."

"Don't we all?" I retorted as I tossed my trash away. Victor brushed past me, stalking toward his freezer.
"Is it dinner time for you too?" I teased.
"Nope," he opened the freezer, letting the ice cold fog escape as he dug up a beer. "Would offer you one, but you ain't 21."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever." Like what kid doesn't dabble in the wanton feeling of getting high or inebriated these days. Like I hadn't had a drink before. "Not like I'm missing anything."

He slammed the freezer. "You know what? Good! Because I haven't forgotten how you were passed out drunk on my porch." His silent judgement was frowned out by the chug of his beer. As he downed the beer, my eyes wandered and landed on his bobbing Adam's apple. Up and down. Up and down.

"Aria," he called.
"Yeah?" I met his eyes.

He squinted his mahogany eyes, giving me a secretive stare.

"Première leçon : je peux sentir ton excitation princesse," the foreign words slid off his slick lips and I was enchanted enough to disregard everything he said. Until he lightly brushed his thumb across my cheek and leaned in so close I could smell his shampoo from his hair. He smelled scrumptious. Scrumptious enough to bite.

"Je ne peux te manger que lorsque tu es prête," he whispered into my ear. He pulled back and smiled.
"What?" I asked dumbfounded, still focusing on things I shouldn't be.

"You have so much to learn," he gave me one of his rare toothy grins that he only cared to show when he was genuinely and thoroughly entertained by something.

"I guess I do," I inhaled.