A Sealed Fate (Watty's 2017)

26.

The sun shined through the curtains, Vladimir was still asleep beside her. Tricia sighed and got out of bed. It seemed like a bad dream. That is until, Vladimir began gasping for air. "Fuck!" He growled, and curled up. Pain shot through him like a lightning bolt. "I've never hated Christmas so much." He grumbles. Tricia watched him for a moment. "Why not let Vanessa heal you up?" She'd tilt her head, Vladimir rolled over and laid on his back.

"Cause you could heal me a lot better than she ever could." He'd look at her. Tricia began to get curious, and when her curiosity rises, she usually got hurt for it. "Was that who was in the shower with you?" She expected pain to be inflicted, he propped up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" He watched her carefully.

Tricia shook it off. "Nothing." She slid from the bed and walked to the bathroom, leaving him by himself.

Vladimir stared at the door, thinking of the only time Vanessa had been in his shower. He had heard someone at his door, which is why he wanted rid of Vanessa. It couldn't have been her, could it? He stared longer at the door.

She came back and crawled into bed, straddling his hips. He stared at her waiting to be killed. She knew and this was is last day. Panic began to build in him.

Tricia pulled a razor out, cutting into her arm and pressing it towards him. "Drink..." She commanded. His fangs elongated and he sank them into her arm. She curled into him as he drank her blood. He hadn't drank much when she pulled her arm back, but it was enough to satisfy his needs of it. She was feeling dizzy, and nauseous. He laid his head back and panted for air.

Vladimir sat up, lifting her bridal style. He carried her down to the kitchen. He knew she'd need sustenance after him feeding that much. Not that he could recall her eating anything yesterday. "What would you like to eat hon?" He'd ask sitting her in a chair by the cooking area bar. She propped her head up and watched him. "Surprise me." He chuckled and began to fix her some toast to snack on, he poured some orange juice to help bring her blood count up.

She started to feel better, eating the snack. Victor walked in, half naked of course. Rubbing sleep from his eyes. He leaned against a chair, watching his brother.

Tricia blushed, she hadn't ever seen Victor this naked. Vladimir was good looking for sure, but she hadn't realized both were. Victor looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Take a picture sweetheart, God knows I'm better looking than the Baffoon." Victor winked and Vladimir looked up. "At least this Baffoon can cook." He snarled and set a plate of eggs, toast and hash-rounds in front of her. With a side of bacon and sausage patty. Mainly he wasn't sure which one she'd like more.

Victor snatched a piece of bacon off the plate. Before Vladimir had a chance to protest his brother stealing the food. Tricia gave him the bacon and chose the sausage patty instead. "It's ok, I don't mind sharing considering how much you made." She smiled, and for once that he noticed actually had a bit of color to her face.

Victor stuck his tongue out and left with the bacon. Vladimir took a seat beside her, watching her eat the food. She'd feed him bites of food, giggling at him pretending to be a food beast. He was happy to see she felt better, or so he hoped. He knew he'd have to take her back to the academy soon, and really wished he hadn't a need to.

He could always sneak into her room, he smiled at the thought. "What are you thinking about?" She'd pipe up noticing the smile. "Just how I could sneak into your room at the academy." He'd chuckle, she blushed red and poked at her remaining eggs. "I'm not exactly quiet when you're around. I'd hate to get expelled before completing my first year." He laughed again.