Black blood

The Kiss

I looked down at my arm and assessed the bite wound. He really had taken quite a chunk of meat with him. He'd dug his teeth deep enough in my arm that I was now looking at my own bone through the hole left behind. I was bleeding quite a bit, so I took my shirt off and made a makeshift tourniquet with it. The wound would heal on his own soon enough.

I looked up at a deeply disturbed Jake. You'd think the fucking kid would at least think to thank me after I'd risked getting that close to him just to avoid him ripping his own foot off by yanking on the bloody chain. As it was, it was barely attached to his leg. However, the undead had incredible healing abilities when it came down to this type of thing, so it was still salvageable. Reattaching a completely severed limb would've been a whole different story.

"Umm" He obviously didn't know what to do, and was probably waiting for me to say something, but I wasn't about to let him off the hook that easy, so I waited for him to continue.

"I'm-I'm not sure what happened exactly, but I'm sorry" At least the kid had manners. He was looking at me right in the eye too. Or was, until he started blushing like crazy and bashfully looked away, only to steal peeks at me every few seconds. 

Now that was a surprise. I honestly hadn't expected that kind of submissive behaviour given his attitude from before but I sure wasn't complaining. I motioned for him to come closer and, to my astoundment, he did. He crawled towards me as much as the chain let him, and waited. I slowly hooked my fingers under his chin and gently pressed my lips to his. He quickly melted into the kiss, leaning most of his weight against me and resting his hands near my waist. He started letting little sweet eager moans escape his mouth and what had started as a tender kiss gradually became more passionate, our tongues entwined together. I could taste my own blood on his lips, as well as his own unique essence. He tasted like earth, and rain; like winter, and snow. It all ended quite abruptly though, when I felt the cold barrel of my own gun against my chest. His lips smiling against mine.

"I would think better of shooting me if I were you, Jake" This kid had guts, and he was smarter than he looked. He'd managed to pull one on me and that said a lot in his favour. Distracting me to take my gun had been a smart move. Not that it would do him any good, but a smart move nonetheless.

"I don't know what your game is but if you think I'm going to readily spread my legs the moment you snap your fingers at me like you would a dog, you are very mistaken" He pressed the gun harder against my body and seethed "I'm not your bitch"

I nodded "You are right. You're not. But an empty gun is not going to help much with getting your point across" It was just a momentary distraction, but that was all I needed to knock the weapon out of his grasp and send it flying through the floor. I grabbed his hand before he could even think to run away and pressed it against his own chest. He tried to get away but I held him there, making him stop and listen, until I saw realization dawn on his face. 

His heart wasn't beating.