Blue Blood ~ Young Royals

Questions

When I wake up, Simon's holding me, smiling. He's gently brushing my hair from my face and he chuckles softly when I yawn. It's still a weird thing to realize that he's a vampire, and I find a burning need to ask questions, find out more about him and what he does about it. Yesterday I was too tired and shocked to form many questions in my mind, but now I'm wide awake. 

"You look so cute right now." Simon whispers, smiling. It makes my heart flutter. 

"Hmm..." I move myself closer to him until we're pressed together and I bury my face in his neck. "Waking up with you is the best thing ever."

He holds me a little tighter and we kind of just lie together for a long time. There's no one to get suspicious now. 

When we finally get out of bed nearly half an hour later and walk to the kitchen, his bottle is still standing uncapped on the counter. I think of him crying into my shoulder last night and I almost want to pull him into me and hug him again. 

He grabs his bottle and leans against the counter. "Eat whatever you want. I don't trust myself trying to cook for you."

I laugh, remembering the sandwich he made me. I reach into a cupboard and grab a few waffles to eat and lean against the counter as well, next to him. I take a large bite. "So, um... Do you mind me asking a few questions, I guess?"

He tilts his head slightly to the side and smiles. "About my vampirism? Well, I would ask too if I were you."

I take a deep breath, trying to think what I should ask first. What comes out of my mouth is, "Did you get bitten?"

He frowns slightly but shakes his head. "No, I was born a vampire. My dad's a vampire, and he passed it on to me. Not to Sara, for some reason. At least she got a normal life..."

I still find myself full of questions and can't resist asking more. "What's it like to drink blood?" I wouldn't expect it to be the same for him as it was for me yesterday.

He seems to consider the question for a moment, looking at his bottle. "It's... I don't know how to describe it. Mom puts weird stuff in this so it's not pure blood, so it's not really as good. It's... well... imagine a food you like, but you don't love. But then that's the only thing you ever have and still you like it. If it were pure blood, I'd go a little... manic."

I nod slowly, trying to wrap my head around the fact that to Simon, blood is tasty. "Have you ever... had normal blood?"

He shakes his head, his eyes widening slightly. "No, no! I can't, I shouldn't. I'd start craving it, and I don't know if I'd be able to control myself. I mean, those times you bled..." His expression is already growing slightly needier, hungrier. "You have no idea... The sight of it, the smell... It's overpowering. It's really hard not to-" He blinks suddenly, his eyes widening and he meets my gaze. "God, sorry, that probably sounds kind of creepy. I wouldn't hurt you, ever. Sorry, uh... I didn't mean to scare you."

I shake my head slowly. I don't know why I'm surprised. "Uh, no... You didn't scare me. Don't worry about it." I bite my lip, wondering why the thought of Simon wanting my blood is kind of hot. "I mean, uh... I'm not used to people wanting to drink my blood, but... It's kind of... Flattering, I suppose..."

His eyes widen slightly in surprise and a small, unsure smile appears on his lips. "Didn't you compliment my fangs once? Or twice..."

I cringe at the memory of it, I had no idea how uncomfortable I was making him at the time. And our first introduction, too, when I called his fangs 'nice'. "Yeah... I mean, that's cause I meant it. I kind of... liked your teeth from the start. I don't know why..." I feel my face grow hot with embarrassment as I say it, but then again, he probably felt more embarrassed telling me about my blood.

He steps closer to me and smiles, purposefully exposing his fangs. I can't help but wonder again what they'd feel like in my neck... "No one's ever complimented my fangs before... Well, you've done more than a few things that no one else has ever done."

My mind immediately fills with images of last night before I woke up, and our last sleepover. "I know..."

He steps even closer, putting one hand around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him. I put the waffle I was holding on the counter to wrap my arms around him, pressing his chest against mine and kissing him. I twist his curls in my hand, gently prying his lips apart with my tongue. He deepens the kiss and I run my tongue over his fangs. The feeling of them, god... I really shouldn't be wanting him to bite my tongue right now.

He grips my waist and pushes me against the kitchen counter, kissing me with need and passion. This is better than breakfast.

He pushes me further against the counter and I feel something against my back for a split second before it falls. There's a loud clang and Simon breaks away from me, looking like he's holding in a laugh. We both turn to look and see his bottle, luckily with the cap on, lying in the sink. I can't hold back a laugh and I turn to look at Simon, smirking. "And this is why you shouldn't push your boyfriend onto the kitchen counter when you're kissing him."

His laugh is like music to my ears. I love it when he's happy... "Then I suppose I'll have to kiss you somewhere else that isn't the kitchen, hmm?"

I want to give in so badly, but my stomach rumbles in protest. "Let me at least eat some more first."

He takes the bottle out of the sink, inspecting it for any possible damage, but it looks fine. "Yeah, go eat then. I need to drink."

We resume our original positions again, me with my waffles and Simon with his bottle. I watch him from the corner of my eye, observing the way his pupils dilate, how he swallows the blood almost desperately. If that stuff isn't even that good, how crazy would he go for my blood? I can't believe I'm thinking like this, but I love the idea of him drinking my blood, going crazy for the taste, looking even better than he does now...

I shake my head as if to clear the thoughts away and try to focus on my waffle instead. Simon tastes better- no, I'm done. No more thinking. "Simon, do you have Monopoly?"

He frowns a little but nods. "You want to play a game?"

I nod, desperate to get these thoughts out of my head. "Yeah."

He smiles a little and takes my hand, pulling me into the living room with him. Sara comes home halfway through our game and smiles awkwardly before heading to her room. I don't stay for much longer afterwards and Simon walks me to the bus stop. We share an umbrella, the pitter patter of rain a gentle background noise as we wait for my bus. When I see the bus approach, I kiss him goodbye, leaving him smiling on the sidewalk. I don't care if he's a vampire, he's perfect the way he is.

Note: Bro my lip was literally swollen and painful when I woke up. Bet Simon bit me in my sleep.