Bitten

Ch. 4

      Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is short, but I've been in and out of the hospital lately with kidney stones. I will try to update again this weekend. The rating went up for mild language and diction that is intended to have a double meaning. Enojoy, thanks for reading! :D

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    Dib’s body collided with Zim’s in the time it takes to blink. The force of the blow knocked the breath out of both of Zim, and Dib panted out of blood lust above him as the terrified Irken paled and stared up at him with hard eyes,

  “Dib,” Zim said, uncertainty creeping into his authoritive tone, “You will get off of me NOW, or . . .” Dib licked his lips. “O-or else I’ll v-vaporize you or something!!”

Dib closed his eyes tight and tried not to breathe, but his body seemed unwilling to move. This was where he wanted to be and he knew it; this power over the other, so close to tasting him, felt overwhelming.

“T-this is wrong!” Dib choked out, but his body did not waver. Instead, he inclined his head until his hot breathe was against Zim’s neck. The vampire’s nose nudged the pale green neck, and for a few agonizing seconds he allowed his tongue to trail across the warm, inviting skin that greeted his senses.

“Dib-fangs, don’t you dare do it!” Zim screeched. “Only your skin is fixed- if you bite me, who knows how my Irken body will react I could turn! I could DIE!!”

Dib’s crimson eyes snapped open and met with Zim’s wide ones, and a crystal clear thought coursed through his blood-hazed mind. Zim . . . Die?! No- no no NO, no way in hell was he gonna let that happen, let alone make it happen! His mental willpower winning out, he began to push himself off of the other, his arms and hands shaking with the effort it took to remove himself. After a moment of hesitation, he came to a standstill in the far corner of the room. Zim sighed with relief- atleast the boy he knew still had enough restraint to avoid eating him- for now.

“Zim,” Dib whispered, voice hoarse from the burning ache in his throat.

“Yes?” Zim asked cautiously as he brought himself to a standing position.

“I . . . I‘m so . . . So sorry,” he rasped, voice breaking with emotions. Zim shrugged nonchalantly, doing his best to hide the resonant fear. “Eh, just don’t try that again and we‘ll be fine, Dib-fangs.”

“I’m serious Zim, this isn‘t something to just shrug off!” Dib yelled. “I mean, you were right- you could die if I bite you. We have no idea how Irken DNA would react with a vampire’s. Your guess is as good as mine, and I’m willing to bet it would hurt you more than it would turn you. So just . . . Keep wooden staked handy, ok? I . . . I can’t stand the thought of hurting you. Ever.” His heart swam with pain at the mere thought of hurting Zim, but before he could analyze his feelings the alien started to leave the room. “Zim, wait! I . . . I want you to promise me something,” he said, straightening his spine and meeting Zim’s unwavering eyes.

“What?”

“If I ever try that again, kill me.”