Fangs And A Bad Idea

I'm Not Just Your Early Morning Company

There's a brief moment of time, right away when you wake up. You've just finished dreaming the dream of the mosh pit in the church parking lot or something. You forget all the shit you're going through, just for a second. I forget that I'm a blood sucking leech damned to hell, just for a second. But then reality hits, that's when most people freak out because they're in a room they don't recognise, I've been in so many different places I skip right past this part and go right to 'okay what did I do last night?  Who did I do last night?'

Memories flooded back to my fairly quickly and I tense up. Mikey, the familiarly unfamiliar guy. Plus I'm fucking hungry. I could hear the blood rushing through Mikey's veins but I didn't have the urge to tear it open.

The hand he has resting on my bare hip tightens as he squeaks, waking up. 'Who's in my bed?' stage. It's cute. I just wanna hug him he's so cute.

"Good morning" he rubs his nose against my neck. His demeanor changed from last night's 'seductive bad boy' to this morning's 'cute, squeaky boy'. I haven't decided which I enjoy more.

"Want breakfast? Steaming hot cup of blood!" he says when I turn on my other side to face him.

I thought I misheard him for a second, my hunger over powering my brain, effecting my hearing. It's an odd thing to say, unless, ya know, you are a vampire. Then it clicked, I'm an idiot.

"Yeah... I'd love that" I say, trying to feign from saying anything stupid. I'm still a little groggy and will continue to be out of it until I get my blood. Sometimes I drink blood from stolen hospital bags, but only if I have to. I'm pretty sure Patrick hasn't made any more of the potion yet, not that I'd actually make it home before the animal inside me snapped and had a woman in high heels and a penny coat snack.

He smirks, his last night's sex sexy seductiveness falling back into his character. He walks over to his closet then bends down to rummage through his clothes. I can't help but admire his gorgeous ass, pale, soft, smooth. My mouth waters, I'll just claim it's because I'm hungry. He snaps up straight and throws me a pair of green plaid pyjama pants, putting red ones on himself.

He comes his hand through his disheveled hair and licks his lips, totally staring at my abs, then working his way down to the V-line. It's like he can't help himself because he's on me in a second, kissing my lips and begging for more. I open my mouth to let his tongue in and it brushes against my fangs, I moan, he remembers food, somehow.

He takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen, navigating around the discarded clothes we can't be bothered to pick up. I hope up on the cold, black marbled counter and swing my legs ass watch him take two dark red blood bags, empty each into a separate cup and stick it in the microwave. I was so hungry I could've eaten that cold. But he pushes the musical buttons on the microwave and soon enough it's humming and heating up deliciousness.

He turns back around and wedges between my legs. I can see the mysterious glint in his eyes right before he kisses me, soft but still dirty, his hands are rubbing the sides of my thighs and massaging circles in my with his thumbs.

"Jesus Christ Mikey" a voice from behind us growls. I jump a little at the sound but Mikey slowly backs away. "We eat there"

"I am eating here" Mikey defends throwing a wink in my direction. I blush.

I turn around to see the man who is interrupting our make out session. He has long black messy hair, hard eyes and scrapes on his smooth complexion. He's wearing a black leather jacket, like the one Mikey was wearing last night and his black jeans were ripped on the inner thigh. Easy access. I giggle to myself.