Hunter or Prey?

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It's obvious to me that the vampire isn't used to giving comfort. He holds me awkwardly and hesitantly pats my back. But I'll take it. I can't remember the last time someone held me and gave me comfort. If anyone ever did.

Finally I'm able to pull myself together. "Thank you, sir. For a mythical creature that mercilessly kills you have done more in giving me care than I've received my whole life." I manage to say but I'm unable to look at him.

"Mythical creature? Mm, yes, to you humans I guess that is what vampires are. But we don't need to kill our food. We usually only kill those that annoy us for some reason. Or we drink too much too soon from the same donor."

"Drink away. Death by you is preferable to what awaits me." I  manage to say without the bitterness weighing the words down too much.

"What do you mean? I thought you were referring to me when you said that you were the walking dead."

I shake my head and still can't look at him. I made enough fool of myself this night.

The vampire raises my head and won't allow me to turn away, "Tell me." He orders and then adds an almost forgotten, "please."

It's the please that gets me. I've received so little basic good manners from others that I find myself telling him. "I've been diagnosed with some incurable disease that's so rare they don't even have a real fucking name for it. All that is known is that as it progresses it gets far more painful. After I heard those words I refused to hear any more. Incredibly painful death with no hope of a cure, because the disease is so fucking rare that no one gives two shits about it. Even if they had a treatment I wouldn't be able to afford it. So, that brings us to here. Like I said I'd rather die by you killing me than the incredible pain that awaits me."

Some how I get the nerve to move my hair of my neck, "You've been more than generous in not taking my blood up 'til now. Go ahead, please." I'm rather hoping that he'll take enough to kill me.

"Careful, little one, it's dangerous to make wishes, you might just get it." The vampire's eyes begin to glow and I find myself unable to move. The only movement is my heart and lungs. The sound of my breath competes with the sound of my heart beat.

The vampire moves my head to where he wants it. Then moves down breaking eye contact. I expect to feel his fangs but instead I feel his lips trail along my neck. It's absolutely incredible and I can't hold in the moan at the feelings it brings me. I know he's doing this because he feels pity for me, but I'll take it. I'll take whatever he wants to give as long as it is this pleasurable.

I could feel him stop over a particular spot on my neck. Next thing I feel a hot slicing of my skin and then I hear him moan as he starts drinking my blood. His arms hold me tight to him so I can't move.

But I don't want to.

I feel my eyes close as the pain and pleasure mix. I hear his voice in my head, "For you." And pleasure so intense I scream out, hits me. Well, fuck, what a way to die. I drown in the pleasure until the darkness enfolds me once more. This time I didn't think I would wake and I didn't care.

But I did wake and I almost cried because of it. Shit that would have been the perfect way to die. Pleasured beyond anything I've ever experienced. 

I didn't understand why he didn't kill me.

Opening my eyes I find another tray of food by the bed side. It was still hot so he must have brought it not too long ago.

 My body really didn't want to move, but my stomach was making itself known. That and I really needed to use the bathroom. Which I had no idea where it was. 

"You are awake good. I was afraid I took too much after all." The vampire says suddenly at my side. I hadn't heard the door open or him move. But then I've never been all that observant.

"You need to eat," he tells me frowning at the food not even having been touched.

"I find myself having a hard time wanting to move, although my human body is expressing a great need for a bathroom." The boldness I am showing shocks me to the core. 

Yes, I had talked to him yesterday, or whenever it was. Either I always wake up during the night or there isn't a day here. But I become tongue tied around people. Normally I'm painfully shy. So much so that I was actually given disability for it, since I couldn't talk to people, at all unless I've known them for a long time. I mean months if not years. Even then I don't talk much.

 It was hell for me to talk to the doctor when I went to see him. I had to force myself and even then I couldn't look at him when I did.

"Let me help you," The as yet unnamed vampire gently lifts me up and takes me to the bathroom. There is actually one there in my room, or rather just off to the side of it. I have heard of these before, but never expected to have one.

"What is your name, sir?" I dare to ask after I finish my business and am back in the bed.

The vampire actually starts feeding me. I think he was afraid I wouldn't eat or something. But the food is so good that I have no problem with eating it. I also don't have a problem being fed by well, I've said it enough. For the first time I actually find myself fantasizing what it would be like having sex with someone. I sniff to myself, that's all it will be of course. 

"My name?" The vampire seems shocked that I'd want to know.

"Well, perhaps not your name if you don't wish to give it. But I would like something to call you besides vampire, Mr. Vampire or Mr. Sexy. So far those are all the names I've used. All apt descriptors, rather repetitive and boring after awhile." I blink at myself, I did not just say that. I want the bed to just swallow me whole right now. I feel my cheeks burn and know that my face must look rather like a tomato.

The vampire smirks, "Mr. Sexy," he chuckles at that and I turn away from him. Immediately he stops chuckling. "Forgive me, you can call me John."

"No, John is far to plebeian of a name for you."

Now it's the vampires turn to snort, "Perhaps, but it also happens to be the name I was given at birth. Please, call me John. What is your name?"

I turn back to John and stare at him in consternation, "You kidnapped me and don't even know my name?"

John shrugs. "Knowing your name wasn't necessary. Knowing you wouldn't be missed was."

"My name is Emily," I tell John but I have another question for him.

"How long are you going to keep me here?"

John shrugs, "I think you know the answer to that."

That gets me angry. I don't want vague answers. Yes, I know that I'm not leaving here alive, but still I'd like an idea of how long I have to live.

I think John understands, "I can't give you a more specific answer. That will depend a great deal on you and your body. So far you haven't given me any reason to kill you and you body doesn't seem to be having much trouble replenishing the blood supply." 

His words make tears start to fall.

"I won't let you suffer. If you'd like, vampire blood is able to heal many illnesses and diseases, we could try that if you'd like. If not, I promise, I won't let you suffer when the pain comes."