No, thank you.
Even though she’s begged for that very thing.
A few more pints and I’ll be satisfied. Harker squirms in my arms, the lust-struck hitting her hard, and I release her.
“What are you doing?” I ask, wiping the blood splatter from my chin.
“Catch me if you can.” She flutters around the room, like this is a fucking game of tag.
“I don’t have time for this.”
She stops in front of the balcony doors and crooks her finger at me. “Come on, Draven. All powerful being. Come and chase me.”
I transport across the room, making it within an inch of her, grabbing her neck. “I could end your life right now,” I breathe across her skin. “Kill you with one squeeze of my hand.”
Her green eyes challenge me. “Do it. Make me like you, please.”
I put pressure on her neck, letting her know I’m not playing around. “If I kill you this way, you’ll just be another dead girl no one cares about.”
“Do it. Turn me.” She tilts her head, displaying her neck to tempt me.
Part of me would love to drink her dry. I’ve been famished since Allison’s arrival. I don’t know if it’s having her around that’s affecting me, but the craving for more blood engulfs me.
I turn away, dropping my hand from her neck. “I won’t turn you.”
She sidles up closer to me and drags a red nail down my chest. “Why not? You know you want me. You know you want to ravage me like you used to.”
“No.”
“Yes. Why did you stop fucking me? You said I didn’t excite you, but is that true?” She palms my cock. “Do I excite you now?”
I step away from her. “Stop.”
“I know you want to fuck me.”
I shake my head at her misconceptions. “I’d never fuck you again. You do nothing for me.” The thought of snapping her neck enters my mind. It would be so easy, and no one would even question it. I could be done with this woman once and for all. The annoyance of her voice, droning on and on about things I have no intention of doing with her, bores me.
“I haven’t finished my dinner. Are you going to let me feed, or should I replace you?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
Fear replaces the bravado in her eyes. She’s terrified I’ll make good on my threat. I’ve become attuned over the years to fear in a person’s eyes. It’s always the same anxious look. One I can recognize at the drop of a hat and use to my advantage.
She leans her head to the side, submitting to me.
Finally.
I’d have gotten rid of Harker years ago, but she’s got the AB positive blood that’s my favorite flavor. It’s a rare type to find, and one I don’t feel like hunting for again. Besides, it takes a lot to get a human to submit to being a feeding tube. Most fear it. Many squirm the entire time, and you end up accidentally sucking all their blood instead of just tasting it.
It’s taken me many years to master the art of drinking from a human and not killing them. Learning to not turn them took even longer. Simon turned more people into vampires than I care to admit.
I wrap my arms around her, drinking once more from the already open vein in her neck, closing my eyes briefly at the taste of her succulent blood.
When I open my eyes, down below stands Allison, staring up at us. Once again she has her baggage with her, and I rage at the sight, drawing away from Harker.
“Goddammit, Allison,” I say. “Go home, Harker.” I leap from the bedroom balcony, and land right in front of Allison. “I’m done playing with you.”