Caminah Smuts

Alive

213 years. Two hundred and thirteen years, an entire unlife spent killing and murdering, raping and taking and drinking, and never, never has her cold heart ever felt like it was going to start beating in her chest again.

Until Dinah.

Until 3 months ago when she met the beautiful girl, and all the color drained out of her world except for this wondrous creature.

3 months in Camila's life time compares to less than a blink of an eye in Dinah's, but she can't remember a time, before or after death, where she felt so awake, so aware of another being beside herself. Lauren, her Sire, tried to tell her it was just because it had been at least 40 years since she'd looked at a human as anything more than food. But Camila knew, knew it was something more.

They quickly struck up a conversation that night, and after they left to go back to Camila's house, Dinah had barely bat an eyelid when Camila said she was a Vampire.

If Dinah's being honest, she kind of didn't believe Camila at first. A vampire? What did she think, she was in a twilight movie? She was worried that any moment Camila was going to douse herself in glitter and try sparkle in the sunlight.

It wasn't until she saw her fangs slowly extend from her gums that she believed. And feared. But Camila, Camila just... she didn't know how to describe the feeling in words. Somehow, she just knew that Camila wouldn't hurt her. Well, not in a bad way at least.

The first time she drank from her, her teeth sinking into her skin as her fingers sunk deeper inside her, made her cum so hard she felt like she'd actually exploded into a million pieces.

Since that moment Dinah's been infatuated with Camila. Following her every request, whether it be what to wear or what to eat or drink, making sure she was always available to her whenever she called.

Like tonight.

Camila had told her to meet her at 8:00pm, and Dinah arrives exactly on time, not a minute late. Camila makes her feel so special, so completely worshipped, and all she wants is to make Camila happy.

As Dinah enters Camila's room, her scent fills her senses, and Camila's nostrils flair as she picks through what she can smell. Brazilian mud and dragon fruit, Dinah's body wash. Pomegranate, her shampoo. That perfume that Camila had given her a few weeks ago that she'd picked her up on her recent trip to France to see her Sire. The light smell of salt on her skin from the walk she'd taken through the park, where she'd patted a golden retriever and walked past a BBQ. The adrenaline moving through her blood, a sign of her excitement and... Fear? Why is Dinah scared?

Dinah hasn't been scared since, well, since Camila had first drank from her. But why now? What was different about tonight?

But then she catches something else. Something metallic and sweet and...

Blood.

Camila feels her pupils dilate and her fangs extend. Blood. Warm and delicious and Dinah's.

"You're bleeding." Camila takes a step closer and Dinah visibly tenses. Another step, and Dinah lowers her eyes as Camila moves into her personal space. She inhales deeply as she moves towards her throat, her eyes sensing Dinah's veins that run beneath her skin. The scent is closer now that she's closer, but still not close enough. Her face moves towards Dinah's breasts, not touching her, but following the trail.

It had been at least 5 weeks since Camila had fed properly. Sure, she'd been feeding off Dinah, but there was only so much blood in the body, and there was a fine line as to how much of it you could take on a regular basis. Towards the start of their... arrangement, Camila still drank from other humans, willing or not. But there's something about Dinah. Something in her blood that makes the hair on Camila's arms stand on end. Something that makes her feel like when she was a child all those years ago, and she used to spin in circles too quickly, and she would suddenly stop but the world would keep turning.