Bound in Blood

Chapter 7: The Best Laid Plans...

Melanie awoken to the smell of blood. She was startled because she expected to be bound by her wrists to the ceiling still. She remembered Drake saving her but she thought that it was all a shock induced hallucination. Here she laid on Drakes lap covered in dried blood, safer than she had been in years. She looked up at him as he sat with his head resting on his large bicep leaning on the arm of the couch completely passed out. There was a bit of dried blood on his face but what she was smelling was fresh. It was coming from his thigh that he had done a crappy job of bandaging up. She sat up a little worried that he was passed out from blood loss not just his ordeal of fighting off three vampire enforcers. Had Drake been a regular human she would just feed him some of her blood to heal him, but seeing as he was a Vanator her blood would do little more than nauseate him. She sighed and figured that she would have to put her faith in his accelerated healing. Vanator are just as tough as vampire and she was reasonably sure that it would take more than his wounds to put one down for good.

Shaking off her grogginess Melanie started noticing things. First of which it was nearing dawn and Drake was passed out at her house, she was worried that his parents were aware that he was missing and would soon be looking for him. Second, he was in his underwear and his t-shirt was caked with her blood. Finally she realized that she was no longer naked, but rather in one of her nighties, but she wasn't wearing underwear. She smiled to herself not only had he saved her, and forced fed her blood but he was decent enough to dress her to help maintain some of her dignity. Melanie stood up and covered Drake with the same letterman jacket that he had blanketed her with. She then bent down and tenderly kissed is pursed lips.

"Thank you, Drake Wheeler. You are still very young but you are one of the most noble men I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. You have my loyalty until you no longer draw breath, or I am turned to a pile of ash."

Her voice was barely above a whisper but solemn and full of conviction. Melanie stroked Drake's cheek once more and left him to rest. She took a long, hot shower and washed her hair twice. She was sure it was clean but she could shake the feeling of dried blood in it. After getting mostly dressed she went back to check on Drake who was still slumbering away. He didn't look very comfortable leaned over her couch.

"He isn't going to like this." She said to herself as she picked up Drakes muscular frame. She could only imagine how comical this had to look. Her frame was tiny compared to his and the only reason she could lift him was her vampire strength. She hoisted him over her shoulder and carried him up the stairs to her guest bedroom. When she let him down he grunted. He wasn't conscious but she guessed that his adrenaline hand worn off and he was now starting to feel the damage the fight had dealt him. She unwrapped his dressing and saw that the gash was no more than a cut about a half inch deep. There was still some blood leaking from it but nothing that would cause him harm. She left the bandage in place and found another to replace it with. After she redressed his wound she took the bloody garb that was his T-shirt off of him. His underwear wasn't stained with blood, so she left those on him. "You almost lost your undershorts buddy." She said barely louder than whisper as she tucked him in. She sighed, if someone was looking for him it would be a long time before they would find him here and that would give him plenty of time to rest, and her plenty of time to come up with a lie explaining his disappearance.

Drake awoke in a haze. It felt like the room was spinning, and he would float away at any moment. He sat up and had to figure out where he was, he didn't recognize the room, but he did recognize the smell, it was a blend of lavender and sweet pea. The bed that he was in smelled of Melanie. He sighed a small relief, and felt the satin sheets caress his skin. He then realized that he was naked down to his underwear. It was at that moment Melanie came walking in to the bed room, hair up in a messy bun, wearing a spaghetti strap top and yoga pants. In her one hand she had a platter and Drake could smell it. Scrambled eggs, hash browns and sausage links. Just then a monster named hunger uncurled itself in Drakes gut and began clawing at his mid-section. Melanie heard the rumble and smiled her big pretty smile.