Blood (Prequel to Vampires Will Never Hurt You)

Six

His head rested on my stomach, rising and falling as I breathed in and out; a coverup, making me seem like I was still living. I curled my fingers around his hair, his eyelashes batting as he stared up at me.

"Why're you so cold?" He asked, his words muffled from his cheek being stuck to my skin.

"It reflects me as a person. Cold and evil." I chuckled sarcastically, he rolled his eyes. The warmth of his hands burnt my skin, the way that I loved; his littered with goosebumps.

"Cut the crap." He mumbled.

"I have a disease, that doesn't allow my body to heat up very well." I lied, trying to make my lies as convincing as I could. In all honesty, if I was in his position I would believe whatever came out of my mouth.

"Oh really, how debilitating that must be." He said, emphasising 'debilitating'.

"Pfft, yeah, I can't even get my dick up properly. It's a terrible terrible life experience." I said quietly, stroking his face gently. His skin was incredibly soft, his eyes watching my hands.

"I should know, I've just seen it." I laughed, adjusting himself so that he was sat on top of me. So that we could see each other properly. The dwindling moonlight lit up his body, his pale pale body. He wasn't a vampire, but he'd fit in extremely well amongst our community. His beautiful blonde locks and matching blue eyes; he'd fit right in with our family.

"Good, good. Glad you could assist me, I need help from time to time." I nodded sarcastically, his fingers tracing patterns on my stomach. He laid down on top of me, resting his head just under my chin.

"I wouldn't fall asleep if I were you, Mikey tends to walk in here from time to time, unannounced." I tapped his nose, keeping him awake. He huffed, sticking his tongue out at me. "He insists on having family dinner every single night, and I'm not allowed to miss it for anything. He gets beyond pissed at me." I sighed, Damien's hand snaking up to cover my mouth. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't.
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Damien didn't want to leave, I saw it in his eyes- but he understood that he had to. His sister was waiting for him at the door, she was spending just as much time with Mikey as her brother was with me.

"Have fun?" Mikey asked, patting me heavy-handedly on the back. My body voluntarily lurched forwards after he had hit me, I nodded. I did have fun, and lots of it. For once somebody loved me, and I could love them. Without the piercing fear of rejection, and the numb feeling of being misunderstand. Mikey placed a bottle on the table, matching wineglasses set out neatly. He poured the liquid into the glass, the iron smell irritating my nostrils, burning the back of my throat. My eyes threatened to roll back into my head, the smell was so overpowering. So satisfying.

"So, have you and Damien made any milestones?" Mikey asked, looking up from his glass. He was swilling the blood around in his glass, it was spinning around in tiny circles.

"You could say so." I nodded, tipping the last of the blood into my mouth. I poured more, admiring the colour. It was incredibly old blood. It was a 'welcome to your new home' gift from Elena. She insisted that she had been saving it for a long long time. When we were both finally happy.

"Good, good." He nodded, copying me.

"How's his sister?" I asked through a mouthful of blood, gurgling it in my mouth before swallowing it. Enjoying the strong aftertaste.

"Regan? Oh she's great, she's really lovely. She's really happy that you and Damien are a thing, she hopes that you'll knock some sense into him." He said, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as he set his glass down. He put his hands behind his head, rocking on the chair.

"If you aren't careful you'll end up like the kid who smashed his head open, sitting like that." I said, wagging my finger at him. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm dead, it won't hurt me." He laughed, rocking further back in his chair.

"Ew, and his brain was apparently hanging out everywhere." I pretended to grimace, waving my hands like I was re-telling a horror movie. He rolled his eyes, standing up, juggling the glasses in his hands along with the old green bottle. I stood up myself, attempting to go upstairs, back to my room. To bask in the memory of being with Damien, just wishing that he could have stayed longer.

"Don't you disappear!" Mikey called from the kitchen. I growled, crossing my arms moodily like an angry toddler.

"I can hear your moodiness from in here, stop." He called, appearing in the room again. His hands were in his pockets, he looked like he was about to ask me a very very important question.

"Regan wanted to have dinner, here, with her and Damien. I wanted you to be aware, so that you can prepare yourself for eating human food." He said, dropping a huge bombshell on top of me. I frowned, stamping my foot.

"I hate doing that, you know it. It makes me feel awful for days afterwards." I moaned. It was like a hangover that I could never escape.

"Do you want Damien?" He asked exasperatedly.

"Yes." I mumbled grudgingly, staring up at the cracked ceiling.

"Then stop being stubborn, and do it."
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Song Of The Chapter- Endless, Nameless by Nirvana

A.N
There was a bus strike and I couldn't get to school. Which meant more writing and art for me! Muhahaha ;) don't forget to vote and comment, again, it means a lot to me (: