Hunter or Prey?

6

John's words don't exactly inspire confidence in me. "If I accept you being my blood donor? That's a bit twisted isn't it?" I see the irony but can't find it in me to laugh.

"I will give you my blood as often as you need or even wish it." John says immediately.

"Why?" he tells me he isn't kind and yet he's sacrificing his own blood for someone that was brought to feed him.

"I don't want to kill you." His words remind me of the stark reality facing me. Either I accept his blood, if it can't heal me, or he'll kill me to put me out of my misery. Just like he promised me.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask him, fighting the tears.

"I want you to choose my blood," John says looking me in the eyes and not letting me break contact.

"If I do?" I sense that there is something more.

"I want you to consider becoming a vampire." His words astound me.

"I don't like blood in any way shape or form and you want me to become a vampire that lives off blood?"

Now John is unable to look at me, "I have been putting my blood into your juice ever since you vomited when I tried to give it to your directly. It is the taste and smell that your body seems to react to the most, well and sight of course. If you don't know it's there you didn't have trouble ingesting it. If you survive the turning we can continue placing blood in your drinks if you are unable to tolerate drinking from the source or a blood bag."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Then two things hit me. Not only has he been feeding me vampire blood all this time and my body accepted it, but it didn't work.

"It didn't work." I say softly, but he hears it anyway and nods.

"I would either have to become a more active donor to you or kill you. Time seems to have run out, Emily. The choice is yours, because if you don't choose and I have to see you in agony again I'll make the choice and you might not thank me for it."

Then something else hits me. He said that if I turned and couldn't eat from the source that he'd put the blood in my drinks. "Do you eat human food as well?"

John shrugs, "It's rather bland and it does no good for us without blood being added to it, but it doesn't harm us either. I rather like garlic flavoring my food, gives it a stronger taste." John smirks at the look on my face.

"Think about it, Emily, and when I come back tell me your decision." John says getting up from the chair he'd placed next to the bed.

"I need to feed now. You took quite a bit of my blood last night and I haven't had a chance to feed yet." John answers my unasked question. "Just know, that if you choose for me to become your blood donor, I'll need to find more than one to help replace my blood."

"So if I choose to live, I condemn others to die?" I'm not sure that I could do that.

John shrugs, "I would still have my needs, the girls might last longer, but if I get two or more at the same time they'll last longer. I could do that if you wish. And no, you would still be the only one I share the bed with."

I look away embarrassed at how accurately he was able to guess my thoughts. 

The next thing I know John is back at my side kissing me. "Think about turning, Emily, please." Then he was gone.

Well I have to say my illusion just took a turn for the crazy, but not necessarily for the worse.

I think that if he chooses he'll try to turn me. I don't understand why he'd want me to be a vampire though. Well I know why my illusion does, he wants me for more than just being fuck buddies, but still. What is the reality? Do I dare ask? The answer to that is a resounding NO! I just couldn't put my illusion to the test.

So that means I need to decide without knowing the truth.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Life was so much easier when I just had to figure out how to avoid talking to people. That wasn't hard since people avoided talking to me because I was invisible.

Here is a sexy as hell vampire asking me to become one of them for unknown reasons, other than he doesn't want to kill me. 

I could just use him as a blood donor/pain blocker, but humans tend to build up a resistance and the pain is supposed to become even more intense the longer the disease progresses.

Eventually he'll be forced to kill me to keep the promise he made me. One thing I've found with John, he keeps his promises. Always. Honor is important to him. How he keeps them might be up to interpretation by him, but he always keeps them.

As I see it all ways lead to death, or at least a type of death. Delayed death by making him my blood donor.

Unknown death if I try to turn. It could take and I'd have a human death but still a life, of sorts. Or it won't work and I'll be dead.

Then there is of course the true death. He'll kill me and I have no doubt that John will do so as painlessly as possible for me. Probably by drinking me dry while giving me pleasure. At least that's how I hope he'll choose. If I choose death.

I don't know what to decide. I get up and after taking care of my physical needs and showering I pace about the room.

I try to open the window but it's stuck and I'm far to weak to force it.

"What are you doing?" John asks from behind me.

"I just wanted some fresh air, but I'm to weak to open the window."

"That window doesn't open. Come with me." John takes me out of my room and goes next door.

The room is far nicer than mine but mine wasn't bad either. It was better than my apartment back home.

John leads me to a balcony and lets me stay out there as he goes back inside. "Here put these on." John set some slippers onto the floor for me and the warmth is more than welcome. He places something heavy over my shoulders and I realize that it's a jacket. The smell of leather hits my nose. 

"Have you decided?"