Stepping into the unknown.

Taking Hits.

"So, you're telling me that she got off with you by her thoughts about me?" He nodded and I was feeling the whiplash from what had happened. The anger of Apollo fading into nothing before finally he turned to me and smiled. Something in his eyes made me feel a pull but I looked away, pulling my hands with me until finally I was away from all of the others in the room.

"So, what does this mean?" I asked and the woman thought for a second before turning back to her old book and running her finger down it until she let her finger stop and she tapped it again.

"I will need to give the thing filling your thought, so Apollo here will need a small potion filled with the things I told you about earlier and then you will need to be fed from again with the same sensation as before and in the same way." I nodded slowly but was sure my face betrayed me as my mind buzzed.

"Look, I am happy now, my life is relatively normal and I can't help but feel like the me who knew all of these things that I have forgotten, well, that she was too weak and I can't be weak. Not again." Apollo held no anger but he was upset as he looked at me in the same way that Mel had when I told her I was moving and leaving her behind.
"Please don't look at me like that. Oh damn, why do I keep breaking rule nine?" I moved and found my body enveloping his in a hug. One that he clung onto as tightly as he surely could and if he could be any stronger it would break me, physically.

"You don't have long dear. Soon your emotions and odd memories will fade and you won't even be able to remember why you feel how you do now. It is clear that you still feel a pull to my son as you keep making sure he is okay but in a few months this will all be gone and he will be like a piece of gum beneath your shoe." I gulped and felt fear of that as she spoke.

"Surely, I mean, if he did it before then can't he do it again? Make me fall for him I mean." She shook her head sadly.

"Once you forget never will emotions resurface even if based on new memories. He really will be nothing to write home about. You will forget him easily and you will resent him in a way that nothing can undo ever." I nodded and wiped the tears that I had let go of and then I stood back.

"Can we get it over and done with?" Her kind face showed that it was possible and so I walked over to her. Scissors and all sorts of common secondary school science equipment was pulled out. My hair was taken, saliva was given and so was some of my mucus. Finally was my blood.

"I need to get out. You still have a pull on me and if I see and smell it so strongly, I won't be able to stop it. If I am needed I will be back with my family. Five hundred miles away from here." With that I lost my Ambrose but he seemed to have forgotten that he was needed and so I shouted his name and he came back to us. I smiled at him.

"I need you to feed off of me, remember? I don't but that can change. With your help. Look, I will do all of this but only if the two Links in here leave first. I mean, get in the car and I will phone when it is all over. I don't want you hearing anything and I also do not want to be responsible for anything I do or say as I believe it may hurt me." It helped to show your stubborn side as people tend to know that you will not back down and there was the proof. Keys were lifted and the car climbed into. The engine was still off and I could see him waiting for his mother to see him.

My hand was sliced into and a jolt of pain ran all the way through me but I bit back a scream and let it be as I faced the facts. I wasn't entirely sure why I was doing what I was doing. That was the truth. The blood was then given and a black pair of eyes met me. It still scared me as the only memories of those eyes held so much pain for me. Still, it wasn't him that had hurt me, I was led to believe and so my pride and fear was sucked up until finally she was so clearly content. Then a cold tongue ran over my hand until the pain stopped and I saw that my hand was covered in a single bruise that reminded me of the one that had been on my neck. It wasn't pink and purple, not black or green and yellow, it was red and horrifying.

Half an hour of watching the woman stand over the pot was done until a glass was pulled from the large cupboard that was over her head. Clearly it was all done and a soup ladle from her bag was used to get a serving. It looked rancid and worse than my bruise as it seemed to bubble and steam up the glass.

"Ambrose, that looks disgusting. Don't do anything you will regret for me. I can't watch you get hurt or suffer for me." He shook his head and smiled down at the drink before gesturing for Marigold to leave us be and become busy with something.

"I will put the wards back on your house. All ohnes that require permission to enter houses must ask for permission once again to enter. That includes you Mr Belmont. Oh, and also you should drink it all and then bite her from ten seconds to thirty seconds later as it will need time to kick in but your body will be quick to out it to use so you have to put it to use first my dears. And if you don't feel lust, if you don't feel for my son then it won't work. The memory of being bitten is the trigger but it has to be the exact same." Her words were all we had to tell us she was in the house as she pottered off for an object I saw to be a book and then she left, climbing into the car and then it left.

"Shall we?" I nodded but pulled him into the front room. My hands fidgeted and I felt his stare on me as I walked for a second. The pacing was growing old for me rather quickly and so I stopped. I would give in and do it. I wanted to be weak again and I really did.

"What if I don't feel lust?" He shook his head telling me not to think about it at all. It was tough not to as I wanted it to work so hard. At the reference to the situation I thought on Apollo. He was attractive and so attentive. I also remembered all of the times I had reacted to his presence. Increased heart rate and also in my pants. I liked him, hell I may have loved him before I forgot him.

"Okay, we need to do this." I pushed Ambrose onto the chair. He smiled and brought the cup to his lip and just as he was about to drink he hesitated.

"You thought I wouldn't like it. This is the best smell I have come across in ages. Second to the smell of you or your blood when I did this the first time." With that he put the cup down and stood up, bringing me to him and then he sat.

"What...?" I couldn't ask the question as he put his long finger on my lips. He wanted to drink it and the constant battle of his eye colour told me so.

"Exactly the same as last time." I was at on his knee and then he pulled the hairband off of my wrist and gave it to me.
"I don't like the taste of hair." I could agree with him and so it was pulled into a messy bun and then he could see my neck. With that done I got up onto my knees and moved my neck close to his face. Glee in his face as he lifted the drink and then he drank it all up. In my head I counted to 20. It was a comfortable middle so that we didn't go too high or low and then I made my neck meet his lips.

Not even a second could pass before I felt a great pressure on my throat and a sound that I had least expected passed my lips. I groaned and then found myself feeling confused as no emotion was coming over me. No desires and no wild thoughts of Apollo. It was only a brief moment later that I could feel the air around me heat up and pleasure filled all of me and the muscles in my thighs went a little weaker as I felt the pleasure build. The right hand side of my neck held no aches or pains like it had after the last time I was fed off of and I was glad of it. Soon the room seemed to heat up and I felt myself reach for his shoulders and I began to move. He too seemed to move and I made sounds that weren't right for me as I had never felt such pleasure before. Then I heard his odd noises, I had been too caught up in my own noises to hear him. Then I felt the pressure grow so great that it hurt a little. Then I realised that it was up to me to let go. And I did.

With that I pulled my neck from him and looked down. My body fell slightly and I found myself to be on his knees. He tilted my head back up and then to the side as he let his damp tongue dance over my neck and it tingled slightly as he lapped up my blood and even closed my two marks that resided on my neck.