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He bit his wrist and lowered it to her lips. She began to suckle and then her hands came up to hold his arm there. She drank deeply, only knowing she needed this as much as the hunger that raged within her needed to be fulfilled. She fell exhausted from drinking and lay there as if drugged smiling up at him, softly. She reached up to touch his cheek and her hand fell away just as her fingertips caressed his cheek as she fell away to sleep. He watched as the blood changed her being as she slept and exhausted by taking her he fell down beside her wrapping her in his arms, sleeping through the day until the next night when the hunger rose again.

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She rose that next night and felt different. She turned her hands over looking at them knowing that something had changed in her. She felt strong, and the hunger that consumed her the night before had been satiated but not filled completely. It was there, looming inside her, and parallel to that was another hunger she could not place. She was unsure what had happened and tried to make sense of it all. The man she met, who had helped her was still there. She laughed to herself. They never stayed the night they were usually gone by now.

Shaking her head she wandered to the mirror and felt an unspeakable pain in her stomach. Gazing at herself in the mirror she noticed the difference in her. Her eyes almost seemed to glow as if the gold in them had been charged with a light. Her skin was immaculate and smooth almost like marble. What was wrong? Laughing again this time nervously, she knew she was hungry.

Her thoughts focused trying to recall the exact events of the night before. That had to have been one of the best nights she had had in a long time. Reaching the small kitchen she opened the fridge and looked for something to eat. There really wasn’t anything there just some fruit, and old left-over Chinese. Reaching for an orange there was a sudden change in the air and the man was there his hand on her wrist.

“No, you can’t eat this any more.”

Turning slightly frightened she jerked her hand from his the orange falling to the floor.

“What are you talking about?”

“You cannot eat food any longer.”

Looking at him very puzzled she bent to pick the fruit from the floor. “I can eat what ever I choose and I choose to eat this.” Holding the orange up and walking from the room. Following her he pleaded with her not to take a bite. She didn’t want to listen to him as she peeled it, but she knew that for some reason what he said was the truth, but why? She tried to think what had happen the night before. What was so important that it was looming in her mind like some dark memory she didn’t want to remember?

“You cannot eat that, please, do you remember what happen last night?”

“Yes, we had some of the most amazing sex I have ever had”

He gazed at her for a second a smile of puffed up pride crossing his face for a split second, then returned to his task.

“Well yes, but do you remember anything else.”

Feeling her neck and shoulder she winced. “I do remember you nibbling a bit to hard”

“I didn’t nibble I bit you. Please, sit down.” He guided her to the edge of the bed once again. “I am sorry, I hadn’t been with any one like that in a very long time. I couldn’t control myself, and it just happened.”

She was finished peeling the orange and they had both sat back on the bed. As she lifted the orange to her mouth she felt the hunger pains again. She had noticed then that the smell of the orange was almost foreign to her and smelled as if it was rotten and she no longer wanted it.

“Please I am asking you do not eat that.”

“Well unless you are going to go get dinner, breakfast, lunch whatever we need to eat, I am going to find something to eat here.”

“Fine, I will, but promise you will not eat anything until I get back”

Rolling her eyes, she laughed softly. “Okay, I won’t eat anything, but I am hungry you need to hurry.”

He watched her as he dressed wondering if she was lying or hoping she wasn’t.

“Just so you know I am not lying I will go and take a shower. Okay?”

“That is fine, I will be right back.”

Then in the most natural motion he leaned over and kissed her forehead. Her brow rose and she shook her head as she stood heading for the bathroom.

Walking into the white tiled bathroom she couldn’t help but wonder why he was still sticking around, like he owed her something. She could have went out and bought her own dinner. And, it was Sunday she had to go to work tomorrow; which was not the happiest of thoughts that she could think. “So he wants to stick around for a bit.” It was all right with her. Someone else taking care of dinner for a change would be great.

The warm water caressed her skin and she hummed a short tune. Hearing the door to the room close again she couldn’t help but think he had forgotten something.

“Did you forget something?”

“No” he said slipping into the shower. “All I need is right here.”

The room itself was warm. He walked her to the first queen bed and let her sit down. She was breathing heavy now and when she looked up at him he saw a hunger in her eyes that was not there before.

She ripped her eyes from his and stood, walking to the sink on the far wall gazing at herself in the huge mirror as she approached it.

“Please, I will be all right now. You can go.” She said through rushed gasps of breath.

She couldn’t breath; she needed water. Turning the cold water on full force she splashed it on her face letting it run down her neck and the inside of the front of her blouse, hoping it would douse the fire with in.

He was there, touching her again, this time on her waist turning her to face him. She looked at him with hunger, anger, and rage.

He pressed himself to her, pulling her tightly against him he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Kissing her hungrily, he was utterly terrified at what he was doing. He didn’t need this, or want it, but he couldn’t stop. His kiss deepened, his tongue hungrily searching her mouth as was hers his.

Relief, a small amount at any rate as she pressed against him wanting, needing more. Her hips swayed in small movements against his, brushing back and forth against him. He knew she needed this, that he needed this. Pressing her gently against the wall he knew he did not have enough in him to force the blood to where it was needed. His hand came up to caress her neck and she moaned softly under his pressure. His lips left hers and moved along her cheek to her neck, his teeth sliding into her flesh as each cell parted from the next letting him in. She gasped and arched against him, letting out a moan of ecstasy. He only drank enough. He pulled his head back and found her lips again, this time pressing his hips to hers the blood coursing through him.

She felt him, become in an instant, hard against her, and in a brief second was scared, but it faded quickly as the hunger was exchanged between the two. Her blouse dropped to the floor, as did his shirt and she was bare against him, the fire only subsiding slightly. His hands roamed her skin as if it were foreign to him to have it there, kneading her breasts when he found them, tugging at the nipples softly, wanting to hear more of her moans. Picking her up, letting her legs wrap around his waist he carried her to the bed with such swiftness he was sure she would notice the preternatural act, but if she did she gave no hint to it. Laying her down softly, he let his fingers trail along her cheek, neck, and bosom then to her belly taking the feel of her flesh into him. Her eyes flew open and held his gaze; he could see the fire in her eyes. Her hand reached up and trailed down his chest to his belt buckle. She sat up and slowly unbuckled it, unbuttoning his pants each button slowly. He stopped her when she reached the last one and let his knees slide from the bed to stand on the floor. Bending down he slid his fingers beneath the waistband on her pants and he tugged at it slowly pulling it from her hips, past her thighs, then off completely. Letting them drop from his hand, he couldn’t remember when he last took this pleasure and he let his fingers on each hand trial up her legs to her thighs as he stepped between them. He stood there and watched her for seconds and she gazed back at him, her eyes telling him all he needed to know all that she wanted from him. He slipped the pants from his body and kneeled between her legs kissing each thigh, and the soft mound between them, then her navel, letting his hips fall to hers and resting there. She arched to meet his lips as if being pulled by puppet strings. His hand came up behind her head and their lips found each other again. She felt him against her, pulsing, or was that her. It didn’t matter at that moment she needed him inside of her.

He remembered this, this luscious warmth that a woman could give this wonderment of life and death all at once and wondered why it was not longer needed when the dark gift was received. But he knew that with someone like her it could be revived again and again.

“Ana” He spoke her name in his mind, swimming in it like a warm pool on a cool night. “My Ana now.”

He would make her, his. He felt her writhing underneath him, needing him, waiting for him. And, slowly, ever so slowly he lowered himself into her, and she pushed eagerly up to meet him taking him in, pressing against one another.

It was like a surge of electricity, it rushed through him searing him, and he almost doubled over in pain. She hungrily grasped at him pushing up to meet him again and again as he tried to be gentle.

She wanted this now, and with a force from nowhere pushed up against him and toppled him over so that she was on top. Her hands against his chest, her hips gyrated, her moans growing louder, he eagerly pressed up into her as she rocked back and forth. She gasped for breath, the first wave had passed and she tossed her head back. He grabbed her sides and pressed in further as they levitated off the bed, he pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply, letting his hands roam up her back and through her hair. The fire seemed to rise again in her as she started to move faster against him. They were back on the bed now, and she was on the bottom.

“My turn now”

She heard his voice say in the distance of the roar inside her.

On his knees now he held her legs in his hands pressing deep into that hot, wet place. Moving faster and harder meeting her every demanding move. Sweat beaded on her chest, and on him as well, a drop scarlet red falling from his forehead and landing on her stomach. The second wave came in a rush, with her levitating against him, her back arched in the air, gasping for breath, the moans mounting to a final crescendo and she collapsed against the bed. He slowed, he did not want it to be over, he wanted more and he touched her center. She responded moving slowly. He picked her up, his arms wrapped around her back, and he sat up. Her arms came to embrace him, falling around his shoulders, and his hands slid down her body to hold her hips, pressing them down as he pressed himself ever deeper into her. He moaned now, and pushed faster feeling something rise in him, faster, and his hunger grew, harder, and he bit into her. The rush came from everywhere, and nowhere. The white light that was life scorched through his being. He felt like he had exploded into a million molecules as he drank her into him, and then as she rushed out of him back into her. Then he heard her moan, but it was different this time, it was a moan of desperation.

“Oh, God, what have I done?” His mind raced, the hunger had taken over. He felt her heart slow, and pulled away licking his lips. He pulled away slowly laying her down, and blood spilled from him and dropped onto her thigh.

He smiled “My Ana. Every thing will be right, don’t worry love.”

“Ana, wait, it is okay.”

She turned and couldn’t believe who she saw, the man at the bar, the one that left before she had. And again there it was, the wall, he couldn’t be read at all.

“How, how did you know my name?”

“I heard you say it to someone at the bar.”

She tried to recall the evening, who she had met, what she had said. She usually never gave her name to anyone in public. He touched the side of her head and she winced.

“You should have that looked at.”

“What happen to him?”

“Nothing that shouldn’t have happen.”

Shaking her head, she tried to take a step but faltered. Leaning back against a door she shook her head and laughed.

“What is so funny?”

“Nothing, just that he got me first, I should have seen that coming.”

They both exchanged confused curious glances before she looked away almost embarrassed.

Then, the wanting was there again. Raging inside like some monster trying to get out.

He looked at her quizzically wondering what she had meant by it, but then in an instant felt the fire that raged within her as he touched her. He pulled back quickly as if burnt and stared at his fingertips, the blood just taken from that kid pooling there for an instant. He looked back at her amazed, watching her as she cradled her head.

“Here is the key he had, do you need the room?”

“No, thank you, I just need to go home.”

Her head cleared by the fire from inside she turned to the stranger her eyes glittering.

“Could you take me?”

He stepped back slightly, he felt it again, like he needed her. This want deep seeded so that her slight question could only be answered with a yes. “What is this?” he thought. Not being able to read her as well as he could with others.

“Yes, I will have to call a cab.”

“Thank you, it is very kind of you to do this.”

“No, it is quite alright.”

His need grew as he stood with her, waiting for the taxi to arrive. Even in their not speaking he felt like he knew her somehow.

The monster raged inside her fueled by the thoughts that ran thru her mind, the need to have someone grew each second. She finally had to excuse herself and ask the manager at he desk for the restroom. Gazing at herself in the mirror she tried to calm down, but everything about this man had set the fire blazing. Closing her eyes she saw him. The way he moved, slow perfect movements, his fingers, his skin pure porcelain, his eyes golden almost iridescent. She tried to breath slow but couldn’t and the ache started.

She emerged from the restroom almost in worse condition than she had entered, and he could sense that.

“Are you alright”

“Yes, it is just my head” Touching it slightly. “It still hurts”

Walking up behind her he touched her shoulder softly. She leaned forward and clutched at the wall as the fire raged. He pulled his hand back again as if he were burned. Then looked at her puzzled. He knew that it could not be, but it felt real, like he was burnt. He rubbed his fingertips with his thumb and gazed at the back of her again, surprised to see the outline of his fingers disappear. The taxi had arrived and they both looked up when the horn sounded. And, both silently went to the car.

The ride was silent. She was concentrating, trying to put the fire out, trying to push the ache away, to not let it spread. She felt like she was going to explode, that if she did not let this fire go it would consume her in madness. She held her head at one point and he touched her again. This time on the leg, a small pat of reassurance. Then they were there. She had decided to go to the Candlewood Inn, at least she knew people there and felt somewhat safe with a stranger.

“Thank you for” she faltered once more.

“I will help you to your room”

“Thank you”

With his arm around her he could no longer deny it. Feelings he hadn’t felt in decades, centuries came back to him full force. Millennia had passed and some young girl waked the hunger for flesh. Waked the fire that now spread within him as if it were passed from her to him. He was enraged at the thought of this. He had passed this stage, this test. What had brought it back to haunt him now? Who is this girl? Why did she burn? He took the card from her and swiped the door, pushing the handle and letting them in.

“I really don’t want to drive, can you?”

“Sure baby, my ride is right over here.” He said as they slipped out the back of the bar.

They approached one of the small imports, that seemed to have invaded the lot, that had a huge wing added to it, and looked like you could push it like a shopping cart.

“Nice car.”

“Thanks. I have been working in on it for about a year now. I added some stereo equipment, and the wing, tinted the windows and added wheels of course.

“Of course” she mumbled under her breath.

“You gotta ride?”

She smiled at him as he opened the door and she slid down into the lowered black two-door Honda Accord.

“Not as nice as this one.”

He slid into the drivers seat and she smiled at him.

“It smells new.”

“Yeah I like to keep it that way. I hate a dirty ride.” He said shaking his head.

The hotel she frequented was just up the street. The Candlewood Inn, room 114. But this was a special night she would ask him to drive to get a room at a place across town. She didn’t care where, just any old hole in the wall place. She was sure he would know somewhere to go.

“Let’s go to the West side, a lot of people know me around here. You know what I mean?”

“Oh, yeah I know…I know a good place over there.”

She read him like an open book; saw the plays that he made and some that were taken without permission. She shivered and cringed, there was something she couldn’t see about him, something hidden, like a blank spot in his mind, but the hunger was already growing and it pushed her doubt aside. She would have to enjoy this one, draw it out a bit and hope he would play along.

“So you know a place, do you do this a lot?”

His hand found her thigh and she sat back against the soft leather seat looking down at it; she turned and smiled at him moaning a small soft moan. She closed her eyes and pretended that it was the one who watched her that night. His mysterious eyes on her, wanting her, tasting her, she opened her eyes with a start. It was as if the thoughts were not her own. She didn’t even hear the boys’ response that sat next to her.

“Hey are you alright?” she heard him say.

“Hmmm, yes I am fine, why” she looked at him with mock concern.

“I asked you what your name was.”

“Oh, Ana, why so infatuated with names?”

“Well I didn’t want to just, you know, with out even knowing your name.”

“Well now you know it, does it make it any easier?”

“It was easy from the beginning baby.”

His hand caressing the inside of her thigh she let herself slip into the roll. Letting her hand rest on his, she lay her head back against the rest and turned toward him smiling.

“How much farther?”

“Not long, not long at all”

The rest of the trip made in silence both listening to a local DJ on the radio. She felt like a waiting bomb ready to go off. She wanted to be in the thick of it right now, so much that she put her hand on his thigh and began to rub, working her way up to his crotch. Feeling the warmth there she closed her eyes and rubbed harder. Feeling him grow underneath the material only made the wanting worse. She felt the car come to a stop and heard the turn signal and opened her eyes. Just as she thought, second rate, and sleaze. No one would know that she was there. She made sure to slump down so no one would see her as he went to get the key. Coming back he drove around to the back of the one level hotel the only sound now was the crunching gravel beneath the tires. She laughed to herself. Not even one car was in the back lot, and it was poorly lit.

He turned to her, running his fingers across her face.

“It’s a shame.” He said it in such a matter-of-fact way that she was confused and she did not read him until it was too late. All she saw was lighting, a bright flash of light.

She awoke bewildered; shaking her head she tried to remember what had happen. She felt the cool, hard gravel beneath her back. The car, she remembered, his car was right there she was looking at it and the door was open, and she was laying there beside it one foot still inside the car. That is when the pain hit her, the right side of her head hurt; he must have punched her in the temple. Ah, the pain was almost unbearable. Her hand came up to touch the spot it was swollen and hurt like hell. She had to get up. He would return. Why was she laying there? As she sat up she saw two figures off the back lot in the high grass, they looked as though they were struggling and then one dropped. It was him, someone saw and tried to help and now he was coming back. Pulling herself to her feet she stood trying to shake the fuzz that still invaded her head. She turned to run, it was only about fifty feet to the hotel and that is as far as she made it before she felt a strong, cold hand on her shoulder.

She slowly made her way back to the dance floor; a slight shiver crawled down her spine. Who was he? She couldn’t feel anything from him it was alluring but unnerving. She always felt something from them. She resumed her stance, swaying to the music the red sparkling, sleeveless, backless shirt catching the flashing lights, her pants, matching, hugging her hips just below her belly button. She saw him, the one she would take tonight. He was another who was too full of himself, someone who would have snubbed her two years ago. She turned finding him, setting her eyes on him, waiting for him to notice her. And, he did, as they always do. Her eyes meeting his, she smiled, almost daring him to come over and talk to her. She heard the thoughts in his head, short, uninteresting, always thinking of one thing. He was admiring the women, commenting to himself and his friends about certain parts of their anatomy. Or, laughing at those he thought shouldn’t have bothered to leave their houses. He and his friends were on the hunt, the hunt all humans think they are on in this situation, in this kind of place. Flashing him a small smile again she turned her back to him swaying to the music the DJ now played. Then she felt him, heard him, his thoughts behind her. She closed her eyes and let the seconds go by taking a slow deep breath as she pushed back into him. Letting him caress her bare arms with his fingers, as she continued to sway from side to side. Putting on the slyest smile that she could she turn to face him. He was appealing, his green eyes sparkled at his on coming conquest, and he smiled back at her from underneath the brim of his ball cap. Drink in hand, held against an oversized plaid dress shirt, covering droopy, baggy jeans over some name brand tennis shoes. She would enjoy this one very much. She only hoped that he was somewhat experienced in the art of pleasures. She laid her arms on his shoulders, smiling she moved in close.

“Hi”

He laughed then took a drink, “Hi, what’s your name?” he shouted it over the din of bar.

“Does it matter right now?” a small smirk crossing her face.

“No, not if don’t matter to you.”

“It doesn’t, at least not to me, not now.”

“Cool.”

They danced for a few minutes, smiling back and forth at one another. Fanning herself she pointed at the table where her drink was setting. He followed, like a puppy on a leash. She smiled to herself, planning each move she would make.

“How long you been here?”

Taking a sip of water and picking up a napkin to wipe at her throat she turned to answer him, “Most of the night, but I think I am getting ready to leave.”

“Why, we just met, come on girl” he moved closer to her slipping his arm around her back “Don’t leave me here by myself.”

“You have your friends.” She pointed toward the corner where he had come from.

“Them? They can’t keep me warm.”

Raising an eyebrow she slipped from his arm and slowly picked up her jacket slipping it on. Turning to face him letting her head tilt to the side a soft innocent sound in her voice.

“Well you could come with me”

He smiled so big that she thought his face might break as he turned looking at his friends then back at her.

“Really? You ain’t playing with me are you?”

“No, really. I need some company tonight.”

“K, hold that thought, I will be right back”

He walked over to his friends with the biggest pimp walk you could imagine. She tagged along, walking a few steps behind.

“Damn, Bro you would not believe this, I am going home with that. Just came to get my jacket”

“Look Mike, you don’t even know her. What are you doing?”

“Hey what I am doing is about to get me some-a-that. Just give me a call tomorrow and I will tell you all about it.”

His friend stood there shaking his head as he pulled on his ¾ length black, leather jacket.

“You need to be careful”

Patting his friend on the shoulder he smiled

“Don’t worry I will.”

He turned and saw her a few steps away and smiled, she admitted that he was cute baggy, punk sort of way. Then she wondered why she did this while searching his mind and only finding rough fuzzy images of what he wanted to happen. He came up and put his arm around her like he had known her forever, as if they had been together for a while. “All the better.” She thought.

The bar was smoke filled from the DJ’s machine, but you could still see the features of others, and the smell of men’s cologne and women’s perfume mixed with alcohol hung in the air. Her smooth near perfect skin shimmered under the bright dancing lights of the smoky club. She swayed as if she were dancing to music in her head, not what the DJ was playing. He could hear bits and pieces of it in her mind. “You gave me the kiss of life, kiss of life.” A short laugh left his lips and he continued to smile watching her dance. Her movements were liquid. He saw that her eyes were golden brown, slivers of green shimmered in them as she turned and looked through him. Her arms swayed above her head, fingers intertwined. A silver bracelet encircled her upper left arm. The song ended but he wasn’t listening. She had enticed him, and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the way she paid attention to no one. He knew only that she was the one from which the call had come.

A new song had begun; he had heard the DJ say it was the “Fable” remix from a movie called Everafter. He didn’t know this song either but it was of no consequence to him. Though she wasn’t facing him he knew that her eyes were closed. Men would approach her trying to dance with her; finally after she would ignore them they would walk away heads shaking. Her right arm slowly moved down, fingertips caressing the left, her hips swaying from side to side. Then something changed. Her long brown hair half way down her back moved in waves, as the song changed in the air. Then she stopped and turned around. He drew in a breath, as if he had to draw in a breath. She gazed right at him, her eyes met his, and to her he wasn’t invisible. She knew somehow that he had been watching her, knew that she mesmerized him. He pulled his gaze from hers and she laughed. It angered him that he was acting this way. He had not felt this energy in centuries. And from a mere mortal, that could be his dinner. “What was wrong with him?” He turned back to look for her and found her not there. This was not going to be. He stood, his black silk pants soft against his skin. He shivered. He had not noticed that before, his white silk dress shirt sensual against his chest. He took another deep unneeded breath. Turning to leave she was standing there, in the corner in the shadows, watching him leave.