I watched close up as his tongue wet his lips then he pressed them together. I didn’t know for certain but this didn’t seem like a good sign.
Finally he said, “Let’s skip all of your other mischief and get to the part that got you expelled.”
I decided that was a good idea. I was, I should note, wrong.
I didn’t know that so I informed him, “Instead of taking the essay test at the end of the first day, I wrote my will.”
“Your will?”
“My last Will and Testament. It freaked out some of the girls. It took the instructor a while to calm them down. I didn’t mean to –”
I was so busy explaining, I missed his narrowing of the eyes. I should have paid attention.
His voice sounded angry, this time definitely at me, when he cut me off by asking, “Why in the f**k were you writing your will in Vampire Studies?”
Oh my.
Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted to being expelled. It was clear I definitely shouldn’t have explained why.
It was too late. I had to finish it.
“You’re a vampire,” I stated the obvious.
“Yes. And?”
“You suck people’s blood.”
“If you’d paid attention in class, my pet, you’d know we prefer to call it feeding.”
“Whatever,” I waved my hand between us again, “it’s still my blood. Things can go wrong. What if something goes wrong?”
His eyes narrowed further. “Nothing will go wrong.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’ve been doing this for a long time.”
“What if you get really hungry?”
“I’ll repeat, if you’d paid attention in class, you’d know the answer to that.”
“Well I didn’t so maybe you should tell me.”
“I don’t have the time, or the inclination, to tell you.”
At his words, my body froze and I felt my blood begin to race. “So you’re going to su… I mean, feed? Now?”
He stared at me then closed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath. When he opened them again they were at my throat.
My heart started beating so fast I could feel it.
“No,” he said softly, “not now.” His hand at my hip moved, sliding down the side of my thigh to my knee. Then up again. Then back again. The slit of my gown having opened, this meant his gentle movements were skin against skin.
This felt nice. I didn’t want to admit it but my body wasn’t letting me deny it.
I ignored my body and whispered, “Why not now?”
“Your heart is beating too fast, my pet. If something could go wrong, which it won’t, that’s what would make it go wrong.”