Blood [On Hold]

Denied

I awoke to still being in James arms, but standing outside my front door. He was looking down at me with a worried smile and i felt myself blush once again. "You can put me down, I think I'll be okay." I said through a raspy voice, half lying. Skeptical, he did as told but making sure to keep his hand on my back for support. Mother most likely was asleep when we had arrived back home. Parts of me was a little sad if she was though. She would have normally stayed up worried as hell until I got home. I guess things change when you leave her alone for some time.

"You okay?" James asked. We were still standing by the front door when he spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah sorry." I said as i shifted my backpack off my shoulder and unzipped it, digging through all the random shit I had, to find my keys. When found, I zipped it back up, threw it over my shoulder once again and slid the key into the hole, abruptly unlocking the door. "Come on in." I said quietly. Closing the door behind us, i put a finger to my mouth. "Sh..."

He lifted a brow, "Where's your mom?" He askes with a devilish smirk.

I rolled my eyes, guiding him up the stairs. "Asleep obviously." It was an assumption of course. I hadn't seen my mother in days. I walked him to my room, feeling his eyes never leaving my back. Once there, I set my backpack on my bedroom floor. "I'll be back I need to go check something." I said quietly.

He looked at me with concern and was close to opening his mouth but I shut the door before he could form a sentence. I needed to make sure my mom was really asleep. I couldn't afford her flipping out on me at this hour. Plus, I needed to know she was okay. It had to be at least twelve A.M. I unzipped my combat boots and dropped them silently by my door before, walking across the dark hallway. My eyes had already adjusted to the darkness and I could see everything clear as day. When I got to the corner rail of the staircase, I walked a few more steps to her door and slowly reached for the knob. Something inside me said, it was a bad idea to go inside. Why? I have no clue. But, like any other idiot, I did the opposite of what my conscience wanted. I pushed the door open and walked into the master bedroom. She was sound asleep on her queen-sized bed. She looked so lonely, and frail. I wanted to cry so hard right then and there. I had done this to her. My mother use to smile in her sleep. She would wake up every morning happy as a bunny and she would even say "I love you." to me when she got the chance. But, I had to go and ruin her. It started in the ninth grade after she finally let me go to my first party. She told me, 'Be careful. Don't give into pressure and please, please whatever you do, do not take drinks from anyone.' I told her I wouldnt and so on. I went to the party, danced my ass off and did everything she said not to. I got assaulted that night by my ex best friends boyfriend and started becoming distant with everyone. Especially her. I mean how are you suppose to be close to someone who told you not to do those things in the first place? That was my logic back then though. I wanted to apologize to her for being so selfish all the time, but, it's too late for that now.

 As i opened her door wider, a noise swayed against my ears, Almost like a drum. It didnt take me long to realize her heart beat was playing in my ears like an instrument, followed by the delicate sound of liquid. My mouth began to water slightly. I had hoped when i heard the sound of blood, it would sound more like an ocean or something pleasant, rather than drinking water. But i was mistaken.

Slowly I walked to her bed, occasionally stepping over some shoes and some thrown clothes on the ground. When I reached her, my logic turned against me and I was ready to pounce. She smelled bittersweet and luscious. Like a sweet treat made specially for me. I just needed a small taste and i'd be okay. I could control it. At least thats what i wanted to believe. I leaned down slowly, her smell becoming clearer and clearer. My mouth was almost close to her soft perched up neck when I was pulled back and dragged out of the room. James closed the door and then turned to look at me.

"Are you crazy?!" he asked hysterically, eyes wide and hands gripped on my shoulders.

I couldn't respond. My adrenaline was so high and I felt the need to feed. I needed too. "Shut up." I said angrily swatting his hand away. I walked to the hallway bathroom and slammed the door in his face. What the hell was wrong with me? I slid down the wall, holding my legs with my arms, and tried my best to keep myself from shaking. This can't be happening.

"Airy open the door." James said firmly from the other side. I couldnt, respond, the shaking was so bad. Before I knew it, the door had been unlocked somehow and he was bent next to me, brushing my hair lightly with his hand "Air look at me." He said gently.

I shook my head still holding my arms in place. He took my face in his hands and forced me to stare at him. "You should really listen more often." he said annoyed. Was he really about to lecture me right now. Really? He undone his button up shirt and took it off leaving his white wife-beater shirt on. "Help me out." He said lifting me into his arms and positioning me in his lap. I was confused at first until I heard the little bit of blood that ran through his neck like a small drain of water in a faucet. "Bite me." he commanded.

It only took me to hesitate once before he pushed my head into his neck. I closed my eyes and let whatever I needed to do be done. I opened my mouth slightly, feeling something sharp against my lips and bit hard into his neck. He didn't make a noise but wrapped my legs around his waist and smoothed my hair. His blood was better than the one from the cup and I couldn't stop drinking it up. The main difference was the fact that his blood sent electricity flying through all areas of my body and the irresistible sensation of wanting to screw him right here and now. I clutched his hair in my hands and he massaged my back. He must have felt what I was feeling too because right when i detached my mouth from his neck he started unzipping my dress and was already pulling it off of me. I started tugging at his wife beater and threw it over his head. He stood up and threw me up against the bathroom wall and began kissing me hard. I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck and worked his way down to my chest where he bit gently on a breast, making my eyes open with not only shock but pleasure. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in front of me and nearly flipped. First because I didnt think Vamps had reflections and second the person staring back at me was-gorgeous. Her black hair was a dark brown color with just a hint of some red tones in it and her blue eyes were practically glowing. The girls lips were deliciously plump and beautiful and she was undeniably pale. It was hard to believe that she was really me. What caught me off guard the most is when James put me down and kept his hands placed on the wall around me and pressed his head into my forehead.

"I shouldn't be doing this Airy." he said. Keeping his eyes closed while catching his breath.

Taken aback I stared at his face but he didnt stare back. His arms still outstretched around me against the wall. "Why?" I asked.

When he finally met my gaze, he sighed. "Im your mentor. I shouldn't be having sex with you like this. You don't even know me."

A weak smiled plastered on my face, "You can do what you want. And I want you to James. Please." I begged.

He removed his hands from the wall and backed away from me grabbing his wife-beater and button up shirt off the bathroom floor. "I cant." he said walking out.

I stood there in shock. What the hell just happened?