He couldn’t answer mynow what. No one could do that but me, but I wasn’t going to be locked in this house. I should go try and have a life.
What was a life?
“Do you remember that hypothetical you sent me that one time? About the miners and needing to kill someone or not?”
He nodded. “Sure.”
“How would you answer it?”
“Now?” I nodded—yes, that was what I wanted. I didn’t want to know how the dead Griffin would have handled it. I wanted to know how this one would.
“I’d kill the injured miner. Why would anyone do anything else?”
It’s just what I thought he’d say. Life had a simplicity for the vampire in some ways, and it was in those ways that I envied them.
Seven
How does a person make a life?In my borrowed clothes, I sat down to make a list. I managed to sleep for about four hours, so it was almost ten o’clock as I ate my sugar cereal and stared at the list. Mismatched stuff filled the kitchen. None of the plates were the same. The previous owners obviously didn’t care about that when it came to their guests. I didn’t really care either, but maybe if we stayed for a long time, at some point I’d do something about that. I wasn’t some kid who was about to go on a spending spree just because I could because of Griffin’s credit card in my wallet.
I will use it sparingly until I get a job.
Well, there’s something to write down… a job. I need one of those.I added tofinish high schooland to stock this place with food that wouldn’t make me sick if I ate too much of it. I needed clothes. A glance out the window told me Caesar had brought a car. The keys on the counter probably belonged to it.
So the first thing I have to do is figure out how to get my GED.A quick search told me, in North Carolina, if I took the test in-person, I didn’t need to complete any mandatory prep.That’s good. I might still buy a book just to see what to do. I tapped my pen on the counter. I was starting to have a plan.Maybe Griffin was right after all.
With that in my heart, I got busy getting busy. After another search showed me nearby shopping, I got down to it. By the end of the day, I successfully bought clothes, groceries, and applied for a job in the store where I had done both of those things. Finally dressed in clothes that fit, I spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the town to see where I lived. It was small but beautiful and the mountains in the distance were stunning to look at.
Maybe I would’ve loved anywhere new, but it really seemed the absolutely most breathtaking place I could’ve imagined. The house was really beautiful, too. I spent time walking around the creek, trying to make sure I didn’t accidentally end up on someone else’s property. It was hard to tell where theirs began and Griffin and Caesar’s ended. I had to guess. In any case, it was also stunning.
I cooked myself some dinner, a chicken that also included salad this time, and I’d cleaned up when the feeling of withdrawal hit me. I stopped and leaned against the wall. Goosebumps broke out on my arms, and I rubbed them away. Caesar’s face passed through my vision like he was with me, even though he was in the other room. He was hungry. When he woke up, he would need to feed.There it is. If I still doubted whether I could tell when they were in need, I found my answer.I’d known Griffin needed it, and now Caesar. It had been almost a week since Caesar needed to do it, an incredibly long stretch. I didn’t think even the elders went that long without.
He’d taken the bedroom closest to mine and Griffin was in the room next to his. On quiet feet, although I supposed it didn’t matter, I made my way there. I kicked off my shoes and got into the bed next to him. The sun had just gone down in the sky. I’d never paid such attention to the shifting from day to night as I had the last week. It was like I had two days in one, when the sun was out and I was alone and what happened after the vampires got up.
I didn’t mind being alone, but I did like it better when they were awake. Caesar moved on the bed, a pained look coming over his face. He really didn’t like waking up. Being hungry probably made it worse.
“Hey,” I whispered to him. “You’re hungry. It’s okay. You can feed. It’s fine.”
“Maci,” he whispered my name. “How did you know?”
That was the question, but not one I had an answer for right then. The immediate problem was his hunger. The why of how I had managed to connect to him so closely that I knew he needed to feed before he did was something for later, if it was ever solved.
Caesar scooted closer then bit my neck. I closed my eyes, pleasure rushing through me. I’d never get used to this part, never take it for granted. If I was lucky in the past, numbness was the best I could hope for. This was a little piece of heaven. My nipples hardened, and I reached out to grab his shirt, aching to hold onto him.
Caesar adjusted, one arm sliding under to give me support and the other drawing me closer as he fed. He wasn’t starving but he needed. I wanted to provide. Heat creeped up my spine, engulfing my body, and settling in my pussy. I pressed my lower region against his hardening length. We were both dressed. Nothing was going to happen here while he fed, yet I needed the connection, something to anchor these feelings to.
I sighed. I’d always wanted Caesar, even back when he was the teenager who didn’t sleep well without me. There had been an ache for him then, too.
The hand that held me close dropped lower then he pushed his fingertips beneath the elastic waist of my pants. I moaned in anticipation. Yes, that was what I needed. Maybe I’d been wrong? Maybe itcouldhappen while he fed. I didn’t have to guess what he found when he pushed my panties to the side and slipped two fingers into my wet heat. I wanted him. There would be no question about that.
“Please,” I whispered to him.
Against me, his body seemed to vibrate. Maybe he’d liked that. Caesar found my clit and, in a circular motion, started to stroke me. My breathing sped up, my breasts tightening in anticipation. I didn’t want to do this alone. Yes, he was feeding, but he was hard, too.
I did as he’d done and slipped my hand beneath his pants waistband, finally finding his cock and stroking him, long and hard.
Against my neck, he moaned, eventually pulling off to lick the wound closed.
“You didn’t have to stop feeding.” I don’t know I found the words. I could barely speak. It was more like I panted them out.