Waste It On Me

Learning the Truth part 2

Learning the Truth Part 2

I've been standing in the bathroom for a good five minutes now, just staring at myself in the mirror. I'm officially a full blooded Vampire now and To be honest, I don't feel much different. My sense of smell is better along with my hearing that's fine tuned.
Observing my mark that Damien gave me, I lightly reach up to touch it before gasping at the sensations it caused. "Are you touching yourself in there?" Damien says through the mind link that's been created since we're fully bonded. I swear I hear the smirk in his voice and I roll my eyes. "No just admiring your work." I tease back. Shaking my head while a smile forms on my face. 
I remember how Rayne reacted the day after she got her mark and I giggle at how she was embarrassed about it. "Can Rayne come over? Please..." I bet him sweetly, knowing I have him wrapped around my finger. I hear Damien get up from the bed where he lay in our bedroom, my face flushed as the memories come back that happened mere hours ago.

The door opens and he chuckles at my flushed face, seeing my blushed cheeks. "Tsk tsk, you weren't very shy earlier now were you?"

"Stopp." I mutter as he pulls me into his arms and I bury my face in his chest, hiding.

His hand reaches down and lift my face to meet his gaze. "How do you feel?" He asks, worried about me. "Well after the first two hours of not being able to walk properly I'm fine, just sleepy." I confess, teasing him a little in the process.

His face falls at my admission, "I fear I was too rough with you, I'm sorry." He bends down muttering the apology on my lips before claiming them with his own in a soft kiss.

"I'm teasing you Damien, I feel fine. Besides I liked it." I giggle at him, pulling away to smile brightly up at him.

"You're a mess Kahlua." He reminds me and I giggle more, he smiles knowingly down at me. "Come on, let's get some sleep, Rayne can come over tomorrow."

*Next Day*

Waking up is hard as the sunlight streams through the French doors causing me to roll over and groan in annoyance. "Wake up baby." Damien says behind me and I groan again. "mmsleepy." I mumble out and he chuckles before pulling me into him where my back hits his chest. "Wake up, don't you want pancakes?" He tries again, and i open my eyes in thought. Do I want pancakes? Not really, I mean I guess it would be nice. Suddenly the craving for something else came to mind, blood.  "I don't know, I mean that sounds good."  I murmur

I'm flipped over and Damien seems to be lost in thought before looking at me. "Do you want to try something?" He asks softly, I quirk an eyebrow at him before shrugging my shoulders.
"Would you like to feed off of me?" He asks and my eyes widen at his question as his words flash in my mind "sacred thing between mates".

I nod my head slowly, another smile forming on my face. Rising to my knees, I kneel over him claiming his mouth with mine, kissing him softly at first before he takes control of the kiss and I let him take over completely surrendering to him. Before I lose too much control over myself I pull away, mimicking how he teases me with kisses to his jaw, slowly down his neck leaving wet streaks in my path. Licking and sucking along his neck, hearing his soft groan leave those luscious lips of his. I know I hit the right spot and puncture his skin with my fangs not too deep I pull once, tasting the metallic sweet liquid slide down my throat. Nothing but Damien consumes me and I moan out after swallowing. I allow myself a few more minutes of feeding before I lick the wound and pull away.

Damien captures my lips with his and groans, I smile into the kiss while kissing him softly back. "That was incredible Kahlua." He husks out and I giggle.

"Go shower and I'll go make those pancakes now." Damien commands, rising from the bed while I lay back stretching trying to wake myself up.

Pouting as he walks out of our bedroom, I finally get up. Making my way to the bathroom I turn the shower on before stripping.

*some time later*

Wrapping the towel around my body I step out of the shower, wiping away the fog that formed on the mirror. Footsteps sound from my left far away and I smirk knowing that I can hear Damien approach me now. As soon as he enters the bathroom I spin around "I can hear you now, no more sneaking up on me" I say childishly sticking my tongue out at him. He chuckles at my reaction and *tsks*

Giggling I turn back around, brushing my shoulder length fiery red hair out. Cringing at how many knots I have to brush out. Damien's sharp intake of break cause me to falter, locking eyes with his in the mirror I notice his expression hardened. My brows furrow as his jaw clenches. "What is it Damien?"

He walks over stiffly before turning me around, handing me a small handheld mirror in the process. Giving him a curious look, I gaze into the mirror before gasping. There on my shoulder blade there lies a perfectly shaped crescent moon along with it are two bats wrapped around it.

Worriedly I look back at Damien, he harshly swallows before cursing under his breath while raking a hand through his hair showing his stress.

"This doesn't change anything." I mutter. In reality it changes everything, to me it changes nothing. My father is dead.

Sighing I set the mirror aside, swiftly walking over to Damien before reaching up, wrapping my hands around his neck to capture his lips with mine. Reassuring him with a soft kiss that everything will be okay, that I'm okay.

"I'm okay, it's okay." I mumble against his lips. He withdraws from me causing me to pout in confusion.

"It changes everything, that's not Vincent's mark. It's the mark of our Elder Orpheus, who we believe to have been long gone for years. Vincent was the last person to see him alive Kahlua." He says in frustration, the confusion written all over his face.

This. This changes everything.