Hunter or Prey?

3

Tears fill my eyes once more. Angrily I wipe them away as they start to fall. "Thank you. But it was your blood you tried to feed me earlier wasn't it?" I manage to get out. John stops trying to feed me and sets the tray aside.

"Yes. That hadn't gone to good, I must say. I've never heard of a human rejecting our blood. Usually they become addicted to it immediately."

"Is that why you tried giving it to me?" I ask a little hurt.

John shakes his head, "No, you passed out more than once since you got here. I knew something was wrong and wanted to make it better, instead I made it worse. I think."

I shake my head, "No, I just can't tolerate the sight, smell or taste of blood. You saw what happens when I do. I'm afraid your blood won't be able to help me."

I'm feeling stronger now that I've eaten. "John, just where the hell are we?"

John smiles, "Nowhere." He must have seen something in my expression. "This place has no name and no location. It's like a pocket universe inside the real universe."

I look at John like he's crazy. He sighs, "You've heard of parallel universes and worlds?"

"A wacked out theory, yeah," I reply to his question.

"Well, it's not so wacked out. This place is a little pocket of space within the universe you came from. It is my home. I was born here."

"You were born? I thought..." I cut off, I don't want to offend him.

"Not all vampires are turned humans. It's actually very difficult to turn a human into a vampire. Most don't survive. There are far more of us born vampires than created."

Me and my stupid curiosity strike, "How are vampires created from humans?"

"A blood exchange. Well, the human needs to be nearly drained and then take in the blood of the vampire maker. Then if it works the human will become a vampire. But the process is painful and like I said, most don't turn."

Well there goes any idea of me becoming one. I shake my head, I really need to stop being so sarcastic to myself.

"Emily, trust me, I won't let you suffer." His words caress me and I want to believe him, I do, but I don't know him. I learned a long time ago a very bitter lesson about trusting. Now, I don't trust anyone.

"John, I don't want to sound ungrateful or bitchy," I've never been bitchy in my life. Phantom reminders of painful lessons make me flinch and I lose my self in memories and forget I was holding a conversation.

It's the feel of warm arms around me and the most incredible smell that I first notice. Then the incredible feelings John gave me before he took my blood. I angle my neck so that his lips have better access and sigh in pleasure.

I was displeased when the lips stopped their journey. I open my eyes and find myself on John's lap with his arms holding me close. "Why did you stop? Do you not need to eat?" Against everything I do I find tears falling down my face.

"Where did you go, little Emily?" John says his voice husky making me quiver inside. Damn, he's going to kill me just by talking to me.

"I didn't go anywhere." I reply to him completely confused. I can't even leave the room, how could I leave here?

"You left in the middle of a sentence. You shivered in fear and flinched. Where did you go?" John's voice soothes me and makes me want to tell him. It doesn't really matter any way, does it?

"Memories. I was an unwanted burden to my parents from the time I was born. I was remembering lessons given to me about daring to speak." John doesn't say anything and when I look at his face there is a look of anger.

"They hurt you?" John does a really good job at hiding it, but I could tell he's angry.

I shrink away from him the best I can seeing I'm being held in his arms. "Yes. Why do you think I wouldn't be missed?" I thought things were so obvious, but then I only have my point of view to go off of. Other people weren't raised like me. I used to watch the other kids and their parents with jealousy. Yet, those same kids that had everything were the ones that tormented my life the most.

"You left me again," John says unhappily as he wipes my tears away. "Where did you go this time?"

"More memories, this time of the kids at school and my neighborhood where I grew up."

"They weren't good memories," John states this already knowing the answer.

I shake my head anyway. 

"They hurt you?" John asks intently.

I shake my head, "Not like my parents."

John purses his lips in anger, "Now I understand."

I didn't understand what he meant but then I, myself, was distracted by his hand having, somehow, gotten below my shirt and touching my bare skin. The feelings his touch invoke are at least as great as his lips.

I moan and John looks at me, "You like that?"

"Yes," I can barely get out.

"Would you like more?" Fuck between his hands, yes his other had joined the first, and his voice I was dying and going to heaven.

"There's more?" I gasp out.

John chuckles, "Oh, yes, a lot more. Would you like me to show you?"

I could barely hear him as the heat was building up. As was something else, something like the pleasure he gave me while drinking from me. I couldn't respond. I couldn't even think. All I could do was feel.

Wave after wave of pleasure sweeps over me drowning me.

Heat, fire intense burning as John moves his hands then his mouth over my skin. I can't even wonder at the fact his mouth is following his hands.

An incredible wave of pleasure and heat make me scream and I faintly hear John's chuckle. But before I can start to think again the heat and pleasure start to build once more.

He's too far away from me I wrap my legs around him to bring him closer, I need to feel him closer to me.

He takes my mouth in his and teaches me how to kiss.

I lose all track of time as it has no meaning. There is only pleasure and heat. Then John finally bites me and the pleasure overwhelms me once more as I scream his name.