Something crazy!

“Fuck it,” you growl, lifting your wrist to your mouth. Your fangs extend again, and you make a nasty gash right on the pressure point. It stings, but the wound doesn’t bleed a drop despite being a fairly impressive cut. You groan in frustration, then put it up against Eva’s lips. Closing your eyes, you focus on the image of blood flowing out of the wound. “You are not fucking dying! Drink!” To your partial surprise (though a good deal of you just seems to expect it), you see her throat start to move with effort as her lips press tightly around the wound on your arm. As you focus on your blood parting with you, you can feel it leaving your body with strangely-clear awareness. It feels … kind of good. Not as good as biting her did, but there’s something intimate in the exchange you weren’t quite expecting. That aside, there’s also the flutter of relief and joy when her arms come up to grip yours, pulling herself up a little in undisguised need for what you’re providing. A moment later, as you move your arm away with some hesitation, she breathes in a deep gasp and finally opens her eyes again.

“What the fuck was that?!” she yells, clearly shocked as she scrambles backward in her bed, pinning herself to the wall. “Jesus Christ, did I pass out? What did you just make me drink?! What is HAPPENING?!” It’s a challenge to even answer, and the fear in her eyes absolutely shatters you. Still. You have to try.

“You … aren’t going to … okay, whatever,” you groan defeatedly, trying to figure out how best to make sense of this. “We were making out. And then I kind of … bit you. And I kind of … think I drank some of your blood. Like, maybe a lot of it.”

“What, like a vampire?” she asks incredulously as she feels around her neck.

“I think exactly like a vampire, yeah.”

“I remember making out. And you biting me. And … did I?” She stops, then feels down her dress until she gets to the very obvious spot she absolutely flooded when she came. “Holy hell, I didn’t imagine that shit … but I don’t … why aren’t you telling me the truth, Jaq? Don’t play games, I’m freaking out here.”

“I’m not!” you protest. She tilts her head up, showing you her neck, which looks … very tasty. No. None of that. Okay. It looks unharmed? There’s not even a mark on it, nor the other side when she tilts it. “Okay, but look at this!” You hold out your wrist, slashed open violently, but no longer bleeding at all, any expended blood having been lapped up by Eva in her comatose state a minute ago.

“Holy shit, Jaq!” she springs forward, grabbing your arm. You half-expect her to try to drink from it again by how enthused she was doing so at the end of that, but she just inspects it with wide, worried eyes. “God, this looks … bad. How long ago did this happen? You need to bandage this.”

“Um, about half a minute before you woke up.” She looks up at you, then blinks in disbelief. “I … I made it. To give you my blood. Because I thought … that if you didn’t have enough blood … maybe if I gave you more blood?”

“If I had a year to explain it, I still wouldn’t be able to get through the ways that wouldn’t work.”

“I know. But it did, look! You’re up again and not slowly dying while I question my sanity! Which seems … I dunno’, better?”

“Things do feel … different,” she concedes, still tensed and unwilling to surrender all of her ground just yet. “Good. I mean, I’m wobbly as fuck, but that’s probably just the orgasm, which, how did you do that with your mouth?”

“Been pretty up-front about going all Dracula on you,” you answer with a light glare, starting to get frustrated. You quickly reprimand yourself for the lack of patience. It’s not exactly a normal situation. “Look, see?” You open your mouth and focus on blood, flowing, rushing, pulling it from human veins to taste the – oh, there they go! Your fangs click again as they slide into place.

“Woah …” Eva doesn’t seem scared as she leans in and inspects them. “Do you mind if I …?” She holds up her phone. You shake your head. A few seconds later, as she lines the camera up, her eyes shoot wide for, what, the nine billionth time today? “… Jaq, I believe you.”

“Thank you! Wait. Why?” She hands you the phone, then directs it at her. You tilt your head to the side until she then directs it at your arm. Which, instead, captures the bed underneath your arm. And where your thigh is. Flipping it into selfie mode, you see straight back to the wall and your bed, not even a hint of you reflected on the screen. Reflected. “I’m a Dracula …” you say out loud, just rolling over how insane that precise thought is.

“Yeah, this is … fuck me, this is huge.”

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I didn’t even know what I was doing when it happened. I was just going on instinct, then everything was … bad.”

“It’s … fine, sweetie, I promise,” she says, taking your hands and forcing you to look her in the eyes. “Am I dead?” You shake your head, still able to detect a not-incredibly-strong pulse where the two of you are touching. “And did I tell you to stop or keep going?” You shrug. “Do you want to kill me?”

“God, Eva, no! You’re my best friend, if anything happened to you-“

“Then don’t worry about it. You didn’t know. I didn’t know. We just need to work on your control. We can get through this.” You smile weakly.

“We?” you ask her. “It’s totally fine if you want to bail, you don’t have to do this.”

“Fuck you,” she responds, her tone flat and straightforward, but with a wry grin. “Now. We need to figure some things out. But I am WIPED OUT. I guess you could say … I feel a little drained?” Her face cracks a wide, goofy smile as she stares expectantly at you. You can’t help it. You burst out laughing at the incredibly stupid pun, and Eva laughs with you until you realize sleep sounds … just great right now. Now that you’re not itching to open a vein, the awareness of it being the morning … and of the sun, right outside, WAITING for you … weighs very heavily.

“Me, too. I’m really sorry, Eva,” you offer again.

“Stop apologizing. I’m fine. Besides the woozies, I’m actually great. That, um … that bite thing is no joke.” She bites her lip a little, clearly thinking back on it, and you can’t help but wonder if it felt the same way you did when you were burying your fangs in her pretty, little neck. “Not the point. Okay, so sleep, then … I don’t know, but we’ll do it together and everything will be fine. Deal?”

“Deal. Thank you, so much, for not freaking out. It would be really easy and totally normal to freak out at this.” She shrugs dismissively, then pecks your forehead, a gesture you’re more than used to when the two of you are sitting together.

“Normal’s sort of out the window. Go to bed, sleepyhead.” You slide off her bed as she bundles up, then discards her dress out from under the sheets. It’s pretty clear the moment passed when you two were getting sexy, which is probably smart. You need a friend very badly right now. The horrific thoughts ricocheting in your head and the questions of what your new state of being means are almost unbearable, but as you lay down, the pressure of the sun just out of reach wins out, and you fall ****.