A Steady Stream of Moonlight

Chapter 4

The Tuesday after that was very normal, as if everything had fallen back into its proper place.  She attributed the fainting spell to the readjustment to her environment, and her last check with the nurse was ‘nothing out of the ordinary’. That meant that Kayla generally shrugged it off, and continued with life as per usual.

 

The only difference was the nagging white line in-between her fingers, reminding her that just yesterday, things were a little different, and a little strange.  But that wasn’t all the difference- she had no glasses, and her hair was much prettier all of a sudden. Tracy was happy to point it out, drag her out of bed an hour earlier on a Wednesday morning and insist to do some complex looking braid-bun thingy.

 

It was feeding day again, and Kayla insisted that she go back to her oak tree, but Tracy would take none of it, and tightened the grip on her hand. “My last vampire was interested in you, y’know. Went to find you, even! “ Kayla’s eyes widened. “Was he…rather tall? Platinum hair…Blue eyes?” Tracy looked at her and nodded, face turning serious. “He found you then? Did anything happen?” Kayla shook her head quickly and suppressed a guilty smile.  Tracy made a soft ‘tut tut’ and dragged her into the hall, Kayla so focused on the thought of the Vampire that she didn’t realize everyone staring at her.

 

She lifted her head tentatively. She looked around, and wanted to fall into a hole and spiral down forever and ever so she could escape their unmoving watch. Her grip on Tracy’s hand tightened and she whimpered- she wanted to leave, to run away. It was too much for her, nobody had ever seen her in the hall before, and she was an object of scrutiny because she desired to “save” herself.  She tensed, adrenaline surging to her legs, mind bidding her body to run away…

 

“Excuse me,” She turned, the blood rushing from her head. “My name is Perriot, you must be Kayla?” his smile dazzled her. She was seeing stars, and she recognized those blue eyes, like an ocean, never ending. Shakily, she nodded, mouth turning dry as she scrambled for words to say. He reached for her hand and she lost her grip on Tracy, allowing it to be lifted to the lips of the Vampire that captured her with his eyes alone.  She drew in a short breath as he kissed the back of her hand, smiling softly against it. Her heart hammered the string of words she had in her brain into a mash.

 

Suddenly, it didn’t matter who was staring at her anymore. She let herself be lead, to the shock of her friend, to a quiet divan in the corner of the room, where they sat together, eyes still on each other. “You look…different.” She mumbled something about Tracy’s help and nodded her thanks, her blush speaking for her.  The others had their Vampires coming in, and were preoccupied by having small talk and feeding.

 

It was the first time she had been in the room during feeding, and the smell of Zinc filled the air the pairs filed into private areas. Despite people being in the same room together, there was a sense of privacy that everyone maintained towards each other. Kayla had no problem with that, but her embarrassment intensified. This was an alone time, with her and Perriot. His lips grazed her hand gently, as if asking, “May I?”

 

There was nothing for it. Kayla couldn’t reject him, and the feeling of his lips was familiar, even soothing. She relaxed, as he turned her hand over and his lips closed over her wrist, leaving light butterfly kisses. Her cheeks burned, and her body began to heat. He licked her wrist, and she shivered harshly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. A sharp pain preceded it, his fangs piercing the skin gently, lips covering the wounds so he could drink without spilling so much a drop. The initial pain faded, and all she could feel was his lips on her hand, and her blood being drawn from her wrist. The lightness was heavenly.

 

He looked at her eyes close in a sense of calm, her pulse returning to its normal rate. Then he went ahead and bit into her wrist- and for a second, he totally lost himself in her taste. She was raw, full of potential, sweet and silky in his mouth. He almost couldn’t bring himself to swallow. When he did, it was phenomenal, and it settled perfectly in tune with his body. He craved for more, and knew that too much was far from a good thing.  Something in his navel stirred but he was so wrapped up in her that he let it be.

 

He started to take sharper breaths, and he felt flames roar in his bones, demanding for a prickly release. She was liquid sin, so concrete and palatable- when her felt her heartbeat weaken just that little bit he pulled away gently, licking his lips hungrily and searching for her face in his post-feeding haze. Looking at her face he licked the wound close, body tingling like it never had before.  She was shaking in his hold, chest rising and dipping deeply.

 

Something stirred within him to drag her close to him and let her settle between his legs, head leaning on his chest. He felt so calm with her there and there was a definite sense of intimacy, and it warmed him. He saw Odette looking at him with her jaw slack, and he pressed a finger to his lips, running his fingers through her hair as Kayla opened her eyes gently. She sat up slowly, supported by his hand on the small of her back. Kayla realized his tie had come loose after she leaned on him for support, and mumbling soft apologies she adjusted it nice and straight.

 

The bell chimed for the end of feeding, and she slipped off the divan, finally realizing what had just happened and wanting to run away while on a tingly high. “Wait! Uh…will you, maybe, come on Friday?” Kayla turned around and looked into those intense blues, smiled gently, nodded, and filed out with the rest of the donneurs. Perriot was smiling so much his cheeks began to ache and he flopped back on the divan, hand rested casually on stomach. The blood he had drunk swirled pleasantly in his body, so rich and satisfying.

 

“Was it really that good? You looked drunk when you held her to you! What happened to cold and aloof, hm?” Darren sat at the edge of the divan, looking at him with a concerned frown on his face. “You’re usually never that close to any donneur.” Perriot shrugged, what could he say? They’d have to drink from her to understand- not as if he’d ever let that happen under his watch. He felt his pale cheeks burn as the thought crossed him. Why was he getting territorial so fast?

 

“Oh no, you’re thinking territorial.” Angelina slunk over and frowned at him. “It’s all over your face.” Perriot sat up abruptly and smiled guiltily, hand scratching the back of his head, mussing up neat platinum locks. Suddenly, Odette walked over and ran her tongue over his lips, and he yelped in shock. “W-What was that for!” Odette looked at him, and swallowed the taste, body immediately shuddering.

 

She looked at him, hand pressed to her mouth in shock. Her eyes grew wide and with slow movements she sank into a plush red couch. “Whatever you’ve been drinking is…fantastic stuff.” He looked at her lick her lips and a guttural growl escaped his throat. Every vampire left in the room stared at him in awe as he looked into his hands and asked himself “what the hell is wrong with me?”