So I'm a Vampire... Now What? - Book 2 (Original Version)

Chapter 6.6 Seducing the Vampire

I couldn't do it.

I had gotten the pliers around the tooth and everything, but when it came down to it, all I could see was the terror in my assassin's eyes.

"You don't have to do this to impress me," Beatrice said softly, and there it was, that relief washing over me that I was off the hook. "Only one psychopath allowed in this relationship anyway."

I had looked at her then, curious about the use of that word.

"Relationship?"

You thought I meant the other word, didn't you? There was no way I was going anywhere close to talking about Beatrice's mental state, especially when she had been nothing but sane with me. It scared the shit out of me to even consider her seemingly psychopathic nature and I was already finding myself making up excuses for all of the horrible things she had done, like maybe it was just an act, a part of her job or something else equally horrific but where she wasn't actually a bonafide psychopath. Thing is, I knew what I was doing, knew I making up excuses to make it okay to be with her... but I just couldn't seem to stop myself. That right there, was the real fuck-me-in-the-head moment.

Beatrice took the pliers from me and leaned in close to me, within kissing distance. There was a smear of blood on her cheek, still glistening wet. Her eyes were so big and blue and clear of purpose. I could tell that she knew exactly what she was doing at all times, and that was terrifying and exciting at the same time. There was no gilding the lily here; there was too much blood for the gold to stick to anyway.

"Relationship is a bit of a tricky word sometimes," Beatrice said. "It doesn't take into account all of the fucking, of course. But I've got my mind on you Bobbikins. You and I can be great together... but I understand if you'll want to take it slow."

I nodded, not sure what to say, only aware of my thump-thump-thumping heart, and was that panic or excitement? Or was it something else entirely? Was it fear?

"Maybe we should get rid of the assassin first?"

Beatrice grinned.

"You go hang out. I'm going to finish neutering this little bitch and send him on his merry way."

I reached up and stroked her cheek gently, smudging the blood across her cheek even more; I didn't think she'd actually care and the blood on her face actually suited her.

She looked back at me and allowed her face to be cradled in my hand, then closed her eyes for a moment. It was a macabre sight, this scene of affection over the bloody-faced vampire on the floor, but it hit me all at once that this was the reality of Beatrice. This was the reality, and I was okay with it.

Holy shit, emotion is a real fucker.

Beatrice kissed me then, and I find myself kissing her hard, emotion and a heightened lust taking over completely. I found myself breaking away from her hungry mouth, trying to get my brain working again. I gasped as her very experienced mouth sucked hard on my neck. Her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me closer in between her legs. All I could feel then, all I could think about was how hot her crotch was, a blazing fire of lust. All I could think about was her heat and how much I could smell her.

"Bite me," she gasped and then nipped at my chest.

"What?"

"I'm going to bite you right at the base of the neck. You're going to do the same to me, and we're going to drink each other's blood. You understand?

"No, I really don't—"

"Ready?"

She bit into my neck, and I almost came in my pants as a sudden euphoria swept through my body, galvanizing my muscles and setting my nerve endings on fire.

I opened my mouth, and it was from a distance that I felt my fangs unsheath themselves and slide into place. Beatrice pulled away from my neck, her mouth rimmed in red from my blood, and she grinned a bloody-toothed grin at me. I knew that look well; she was as high as a fucking kite.

"Now you," she said, and leaned her head to the right, exposing her beautiful neck.

I didn't wait for a second invitation.

I sank my fangs into her neck and felt the blood spring into my mouth. There was that familiar urge to bite down, bite down harder and tear until the blood was spurting into my mouth so that the blood filled my entire existence. I knew myself well enough to ignore that urge, and instead felt the tingle and the taste—

Beatrice pulled my head away from her neck and kissed me hard, our tongues battling for dominance as we kissed deeply, tasting each other and wanting all of each other, our mouths one step away from eating each other.

My head was exploding from the impossible high that Beatrice's blood had brought. My blood felt like it was on fire, and there was a euphoria that seemed to go in time with my beating heart. I found myself grinning like an idiot and realized that I was rock-fucking hard at that moment. And I knew Beatrice felt the same way.

Holy shit, vampire blood was awesome! Much better than human blood. In comparison, human blood was more of a mellow marijuana high, but the high from vampire blood was more the twisted lovechild of opium and black-tar heroin. Why had no one told me about this before?

"Fuck me right now," Beatrice snarled as she ripped my underwear off in one smooth motion. She grabbed the sides of the kitchen counter next to where the assassin still lay prone. I moved into position behind her, ready to fuck the shit out of her, knowing that it was exactly what she wanted and goddamn if I wasn't going to give it to her—

The assassin looked at us with more terror than he had before as we fucked right in front of him. I couldn't blame him. And I couldn't stop fucking Beatrice long enough to care.

Let him watch, I thought. Let him watch.