Sweeter Than Wine

The Demonstration

We descend back down the staircase into the room I previously bolted out of. It was a huge absolutely stunning dining room with a large cherrywood dining table.

George walks in with a tray and sets it on the table. He grins at me, showcasing his magnificent cheekbones yet again. My heart skips a beat and I shyly smile back. Ringo and Paul look at me and smirk.

"Good morning, darling!" George says softly, gesturing for me to take a seat. I do, and the other three sit across from me.

"Where's Johnny boy?" Ringo asks.
George shrugs, "I'm not sure, he wasn't in his room when I got up. He may have gone out to get....something to eat." I raise my eyebrows at his odd pause. Paul and Ringo look at George anxiously, making my heart rate increase.

The three look at me, George runs his tongue across his bottom lip, giving me a small glimpse of a very sharp canine tooth. I subconsciously sit back, adrenaline spiking through my blood.

I see Paul clench his fist and look away. For some reason this set me on edge, and I nervously glance between the trio. "Uhh, how about a cuppa, _______?" Ringo offers, sensing my sudden apprehension.

I nod, gripping onto the chair tightly. "Just a bit of sugar please...". He nods, then makes the tea and gently slides it across the table to me. I pick the cup up, my shaking hands quite obvious.

"Are you alright, love?" Paul asks, observing my tremors. I nod and take a grateful sip. "_______, listen, before we get started you need to know that this is probably going to sound absolutely absurd, but-" George was cut off by my chair and cup noisily crashing to the floor.

The three lads jump out of their seats and surround us in seconds. My blood feels like ice in my veins as I slowly turn my head to see who has taken me hostage. I find myself staring into the eyes of John.

"John..." Ringo starts. "What the hell are you DOING Lennon!!?" George aggressively seethes. "I'm sorry lads, I had no luck getting food, and I'm absolutely famished."

I look into George's eyes searching for an answer, when my head gets abruptly tilted to the side by my hair. I let out a yelp as I struggle against my captor.

"JOHN." Paul warns, stepping closer to us. I feel John's chest rumble as he chuckles darkly. "Paul," John mocks. "You all know how long it's been, how hard we've searched. She's right here. You can't tell me you haven't been absolutely dying for a taste. Ever since the small, insignificant drop I got of her last night, there's nothing else I can think of. I'm feeling rather ravenous. If I can't have her now, who knows what I'll do." John pulls me further from the others.

George lurches forward, bearing his teeth like an animal that's been threatened. His sharp, long canines gleaming. My breathing becomes shallow, I'm on the verge of fainting. George speaks in a low growl, "We need to explain the situation. Not demonstrate it."

John tilts my head slightly back, holding me flush against his body. I can hear the grin in his voice as he says, "what better way to explain, than by example."

John leans his face toward the pulse point on my neck and gently draws his tongue across it. I shudder, and my knees feel like jelly. John whispers to me, "Don't worry love, it's going to feel exquisite." I feel a dull pain and let out a strangled half moan. I dimly see the others racing toward me as I lose consciousness, again.