The Guest & The Change - By M. D. Bowden Page 0,20
you here?’
Daniel gripped her face between his hands, ‘I’m here because I want to protect you. I feel for you. You, you do something to me. Jo is a vampire, a new vampire. Someone has turned him.’ And intently he looked at her. ‘It was not me, I did not do it. But I suspected something like this. I am following someone, trying to stop things like this happening. I am different.’
‘What are you Daniel?’
‘I, I am a vampire too.’
As he said it he pulled away and leant back against the sofa.
Sarah looked at Daniel. She couldn’t take it all in - she trusted him, but it was all too much, and her attraction to him was obscuring logical thought.
‘What can we do? Will he be after me, my family?
‘I don’t know.’
They sat in silence for a long while. Sarah kept seeing Jo, snarling, bloody and deranged. It was like he was with them, in the living room. She felt as though he was angry at her. As though she deserved it for being with someone else. For feeling for someone else. Daniel. A vampire. She pushed all thoughts from her mind. She couldn’t deal with any of it. She pushed Jo away, refused to see him snarling again. She pushed the notion of vampires away. She would think about it later. One more question first.
‘Is the mythology true? Do vampires have to be invited in?’
‘Yes.’
‘Even to their home they used to live in?’
‘Yes.’
Sarah watched his arms as he reached out for her. She reached for his hair; it was smooth and silky beneath her fingers. She felt reckless, it didn’t matter how she behaved now. Everything was in ruins.
She ran her fingers across his jaw, to his lips. She stared into his dark eyes. Her heart twisted, and once again she pushed out doubts, images. Daniel was here, and he was in front of her. They were here together. Vampire? She traced her hands down his neck, to his chest, and felt his heart beating. He was real. He was solid, full of life. His eyes full of heat, desire. Desire for her, or for her blood?
He moved his hands back to her face and locked eyes, ‘It’s you, I will not hurt you.’ Sarah looked into his eyes as he leant in and kissed her on the lips, gently. He pulled her body closer and their kiss deepened. Her body ignited with tingles and flames. She felt alive in his embrace. As though this was where she was meant to be. As though this was why she existed. She swung her left leg over him to wrap her body as close as she could to his. He ran his hands over her hair and kissed her cheekbones, her eyes, his kisses moving down to her neck. With each kiss Sarah felt energy rushing from the point of his touch to her heart, to her fingers, to her belly.
She opened her eyes and looked into his, he looked almost fierce in his passion for her, his eyes were blazing. He leant in and kissed her lips again. Then he flipped her onto her back on the sofa, and he was on top of her, kissing her passionately.
Sarah wanted him so badly, she pulled against his body, grabbing his back, his legs, his hips and he pressed into her. She wanted to rip off his clothes and devour him, to bite him, for him to be inside her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling him press against her. His body was so firm under her fingers, cool and muscular. And he wanted her, he was all over her.
He grabbed at her jacket, lifting her by the waist and pulling it off her arms. He yanked down her top, running his tongue over her chest. He looked once more into her eyes, breathing deeply, before grabbing the bottom of her top and pulling it smoothly over her arms and head.
Sarah lay there exposed beneath him. She couldn’t help but smiled self-consciously. She reached up and pulled him back down onto her, breathing in his masculine woodland smell, kissing his neck.
She pushed him back and pulled off his jacket and t-shirt, while he sat astride her. His chest and stomach were tight and smooth, delicious looking. She ran her fingers down his chest, to the top of his jeans, and he was back on top of her, pushing against her through their trousers. She pushed back, wanting him, desire running