An Unlikely Match #2

19. Heads & Horns

"Allegra, baby this feels so good," he moans as I sink my fangs back into his neck.

"Mhm," I murmur against his soft skin.

Xavier shivers beneath me as I suck his blood while grinding myself against him. He willingly came to me and asked me to suck his blood, cause it turned him on the last time I did it to him.

I retreat my mouth from his neck and lick the last drop of blood off the corner of my lip, as I watch him still with his eyes closed. It doesn't feel weird anymore when I feed on him, his blood tastes amazing and it really soothes my thirst.

My hands roam from his bare chest up to his neck, wrapping themselves around him. Not tight, but not loose either. Instantly he opens his eyes and stares at me in horror as I start to tighten my grip.

Kill him.

With the supernatural strength in me, I wring his neck like a wet piece of cloth and the sickening crack that follows has me smirking. In a matter of seconds my fangs are sunk back into his delicious neck, sucking every drop of blood from him.

"Good girl."

"No!"

I scream it, and jerk up in bed. Sweat coats my forehead and palms as I frantically look around for Xavier's dead body, all I see is the darkness of my own room. And I'm alone. I'm panting as if just ran a marathon, and my heart's beating like a wild drum out of control.

"It was just a dream," I whisper and slowly lay back.

"Just a dream."

She just whispered to me in my dream and told me to kill Xavier, and I listened. How can I have actually listened to her, obeyed her? She also called me a good girl after the kill. I became a monster, red shining eyes and bloodied fangs.

I became her.

It startles me when my door flies open and dad comes rushing into my room, concern crossing his face. In an instant he's beside the bed with one knee on it to lean over and cup my face gently in his hands.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" he asks concerned, eyes roaming over my face looking for injuries.

Everything goes away once my dad's here, and I let my eyes fall shut as a relieved sigh escapes my lips. Dad strokes my hair away from my face with his hand, and it doesn't bother him one bit that I'm sweaty.

"I'm fine, dad."

A soft smile cross his lips, but I can see clearly that it doesn't reach his eyes. They're boring into my own as if he's trying to read me through my eyes, checking if there's any secrets hidden behind them. The eyes are the window to the soul they say, but what if I don't have much of a soul anyways? Is it just like looking into abyss then?

"You've had a nightmare. What's bothering you?" he asks and sits down on the edge of the bed.

I shake my head as I look away from him. Only he can detect if I'm lying cause he's not only a vampire who can sense my increasing heartbeat, but I've also got mom's bad habit of biting my lip when I lie.

"You've had nightmares before, and you've screamed before. I didn't think much of them at first, but now I've actually lost count on how many times this has happened and I'm worried."