The 4th Day

Streams of cool water dripped from the ends of your miscoloured hair, canyons of clear waters flowing in the centre parting of your black and brown locks.

The Shower was soothing, it cooled the rampant heat that scorched under the skin just as Daisy had promised. Droplets of relief, a cold haven away from your worries, away from your hunger, this is what a simple cold shower would be like now?

Still, it was Bittersweet.

"Are you sure you don't... want me to join you, honey?" Daisy had placed herself curtly on the toilet seat, one of those real old fashioned 'sign of support' kind of things, she wanted to be present, to let you know that you weren't alone, but how could you share this feeling with one so in-tuned with the inferno of her inner-faculties.

Giving her a polite and warm smile you respectfully declined for a second time, keeping the relative distance felt natural... who was to say that she was immune to this? could you radiate each other?

Daisy smiled a little shyly, holding out a towel for you as You stepped out, shrouding it around you in a motherly gesture. You paused and she noticed the hesitation.

"You can't use the fires of the sun on me, Honey. All you're doing is making me feel even more lonely by keeping back from me, now come here and stop being a dummy." She cooed honestly.

We seriously need to talk about your paranoia.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm just being cautious."

You painted a smile on your face and stepped into her embrace. She wrapped the Towel around you tightly, her arms even tighter as she buried her face in your shoulder.

At that moment you knew that there was nothing more comforting than a Daisy hug, it melted away your fears "Don't ever leave my side, not today, not for the foreseeable future." You whispered.

Her arms tightened "Never."

You both dressed, well She dressed and you watched at first, seeing her tall, soft form wrapped up in her red lace panties, matching bra and garter belt, slipping into her red slacks and buttoning up her white blouse, the image of a mother re-wrapping Christmas presents came to mind, a sorry sight. Still, You managed to get dressed for the day, Daisy asserting herself fiercely in choosing your outfit.

"I know it's getting colder, but never wear thick clothes, I think you'll find that cold won't be an issue anymore, and if you... You know, burst into flames then it's just more fuel for the fire." She explained, slipping you into a thin long-sleeved black shirt. "Silk based materials are better than cotton, You want that fire to go out quickly if you slip up. I don't know how... alive you are compared to me, but I still, pardon me, have a lot of working bodily functions... like sweating, which you will if you don't dress light. Oh and try not to breathe on anyone, Your breath is hot and that usually clues folks off that something is off, and the skin thing is like normal Vampires but the opposite, people have insisted that I be rushed into hospitals for fever treatment at least 12 dozen times in my life so... just be careful with the skin on skin contact."

There wasn't a single base she didn't cover, all-out, nothing held back, here it is, here ya go. Daisy promised to care for you and she meant it, as slightly emasculating as it was, You were grateful.

"Thank you, Daise... You're... actually one of the only people who has been clear with me from the start so. Thank You." You meant that with just as much conviction.

Daisy smiled, the two of you could barely keep your eyes off of each other... the Tension was more than palpable between you.

"What did I do to deserve this? One of the best most beautiful women that have ever come into my life and I can't ravage her without taking a dirt nap... what a cunty fate."

Not that it would stop you. You stepped forward and pulled her down into a hearty kiss, her body falling into yours as she hummed, your two flames dancing together within along with your tongue before she eventually pushed you back and checked her lipstick "Okay... L-Let's get going, we're going to be late." She said through a half-smile as she tried to collect herself.

THIS CURSE HAS TO END SO THAT WE CAN DIVE HEADFIRST INTO THAT PUSSY.

"I know man... I know."

You'd both left the golden suite, moving arm in arm on sure feet out to the exit, where Your fellow students filtered out into the tired autumn sun, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes and feasting on your presence with curiosity.

East Wallace academy was many things to you, a Brat plagued hell-scape where a bunch of rich-kid droned out the echo's of their parents opinions. A Place of restrained potential; of adversity. But as You stood in the fissure of Students flooding out into the day... You'd already made your plans, the revelation would be short and to the point _"No Compromise." _Today, would be a Victorious day.

It was with this fiery determination that You stepped past those gates, and was welcomed by the curious stares and whispers of every student that You passed on your way to your locker.

"Oh my god... He... actually came back."

"Dicky Drake is actually here, did you hear what he did?"

"Yo don't talk about the King like that man."

"The King?"

"Tracy! Tracy Look, it's the King of the Keg, I told you how dreamy he was at that party?"

"OMG yasss, he's so dark and mysterious, and that hair, those eyes, hmmm."

"Don't be bait, He's looking right at us, act cool!"

The Jocks, the Nerds, the Goths, The Popular kids, even the PC chicks with red hair flushed and hid themselves as You walked over to your locker, with your big blonde beauty on your arm.

It made your smile deepen _"See me... Smell me... Feel my presence... I am the Big dog now." _You broadcasted the commands out like a signal tower, alluring everyone around you, planting thoughts of curiosity and lust, just a little starter to get them riled up.

Daisy shuffled in as You struggled with your locker, the dial twisting where it was stiff with age "Mesmerise the entire school why don't you!" Daisy grumbled in an urgent whisper.

"That's the idea." You grunted, and frowned as the dial to put the combination in snapped under the muscle of your fingers.

Daisy sighed as everybody's whispers grew ever louder and more frequent.

"We can't draw too much attention to ourselves!" Daisy urged.

But you merely smiled deeper, peering into her Violet eyes warmly. A girlish flush overcame her and Daisy cleared her throat as You lent in and planted a peck on her lips... in broad daylight for all to see.

The Hallway exploded with talk as the girls scowled and the guys muttered under their breaths "Niiiicccceeee."

Daisy white teeth nipped at her bottom lip, but she frowned "That... was against the rules."

"Well then it's a good thing that I am looking to stir up some trouble eh?" Leaning back, You twirled the dial in your hands, casting your gaze around the cold white of the hallway, evaluating and scanning before finally meeting eyes with a good target.

The Target in question went tomato red and hid amongst her group of friends, further sinking in nervousness as You actually approached them.

These were a group of the straight and narrow gals, the Bookish do-gooder type of girls that had a book club and volunteered to run events and clean the Academy Library; Far too prissy for You and Jane, but with much more power.

The girls all straightened up, checked their hair and stood stiffly in front of you, trying their best to look pretty, as tight strung as they were.

"Hello, Tracy." You spoke directly to the tallest, but thinnest of the group, a woman dressed like a typical head-girl, badges on her perfectly ironed blouse revealing her influence. You considered her Blonde straight hair, relaxed on her small shoulders, her eyes smouldering with nerves as you towered above her.

"G-Good... Morning Charlie." Wow she was really dishevelled by you, Tracy green wasn't dishevelled by anything.

First strike "Jeez, You are looking really good today. Did you do something with your hair?"

The other girls frowned at their leader, who couldn't help but perk up a little "Y-Yeah... I usually wear it up. And... thanks."

"Right, well I just saw you and had to say something." You'd be **** if your tongue had anymore silver.

"You... look really good too. Umm, is there something that You wanted?" there she was, that little spike of pride that all of these Good chicks had, but you had a plan.

"It just occurred to me that we haven't really spoken, maybe a pencil borrowed here and there. And I saw you looking at me and I just... I had to come over."

"O-Oh... I uh see... well, I'm... glad that you did-"

"There is one thing now that I think about it..." You suddenly cut in, twirling the broken dial in your hands as you drew closer. Tracy seized up, her face flooding with blood as you took her hand and gently placed the dial in her palm "If you could speak to one of the prefects and let them know that my Locker is broken, I'd be really grateful."

The Beginnings of words hopped from her lips, though none made any sense. You didn't let up.

"I'd really love to start talking to you more often. If you're up for that?" You asked softly.

Her head began to shake... which you realised was just her nodding at 1000 miles per hour "Yes! Yeah... I'll talk to one of the prefects for you. Don't want to stir them up again after last time right?" She eventually regained the ability to speak normally.

"My thoughts exactly. Thank you, Tracy." You backed off, much to Tracy's sadness. And with a Wink to her friends "Ladies." You promptly walked back to Daisy who had her arms tightly folded.

"You weren't kidding about taking over things here were you, Honey?" She asked.

Shooting her a quiet wink, you retook her arm and lead her down to your first class: English with Mr Harrow.