Better then needles

[Call Me Nefret]

His mouth opened almost on it's own. He forced it shut again. His head leaned down. No. He told himself. But it was no use. He kissed her neck. He could almost taste her. He groaned. This was agony.  

[shiyome]

Tiffany shivered as he kissed her neck. She sighed. She knew what he wanted. But, could she handle more blood loss? Dmytri if you're that thirsty, you can drink my blood again. Her voice was kind and gentle.  

[Call Me Nefret]

"No." He disagreed in a whisper. "I can't. You'll die." That thought shouldn't have caused that much pain. But he felt oddly breathless at the idea of her not being around. Like he was falling.  

[shiyome]

Tiffany put her hand on his chest and looked up at him. No, I'll be fine. Please. I insist. I will fine. I feel better, really. She moved her hair to the side showing her bare neck. She smiled up at him.  

[Call Me Nefret]

She had to be suicidal. Or maybe she got some perverse pleasure from being in danger. Whichever it was, the temptation was impossible to resist. He didn't even bother kissing her neck again. He sank his fangs in, praying he wouldn't kill her.  

[shiyome]

Again a pinch then bliss as Dmytri sank his teeth in her neck. Tiffany wondered what would happen. Could she stand more blood loss? If she couldn't, would Dmytri make her drink his blood? She wished that would not happen again. She really didn't want to do that again. But what would happens if he drinks to much and accidentally killed her? Would it be an accident?  

[Call Me Nefret]

It was delicious. He sucked gently, trying not to be greedy though half of him was desperate to drain her. After several moments, he pulled back. He could not kill her. "You don't know what's good for you, do you?" He asked quietly.  

[shiyome]

Tiffany's innocent brown eyes looked up at him. Huh? What do you mean? She asked him. Her hand was still on his chest.  

[Call Me Nefret]

How could she not understand? "You should be afraid." He said, wondering how to make her see. "You should be trying to get away, not coming closer." And definitely not inviting him to drink her blood.  

[shiyome]

Are you saying that.... That youre trying to make me have a reason to want to leave? Tiffany asked. She suddenly felt sad. Really sad. She felt her heart has been ripped out. But why?  

[Call Me Nefret]

"It doesn't matter if you want to leave." The truth came pouring out on it's own, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. "You can't." He didn't know if it his sense of self-preservation or his newfound feelings for her that made it impossible for her to leave.  

[shiyome]

But-But it won't matter any way if I I'm aloud to stay or not. Because-Because I want to stay here. Tiffany told him. Dmytri, I want to stay. I know I have no choice but if I did, I will always choose to stay.  

[Call Me Nefret]

She didn't want to ever leave? A plan was quickly forming in his head. "Swear to me that you'll never leave." He said urgently. "You'll never leave me, even if you were stuck here for an eternity." He needed the vow. All that he was planning depended on it.  

[shiyome]

Tiffany looked up at him. Stuck here for an eternity? Where was he going with this? Suddenly thoughts swirled around in her mind. What about her family and friends? Will she ever see them again? Will I-Will I see my family and friends? Ever? She asked him not sure of what kind of answer he will give her. What if she just hurt his feelings when she asked that question?  

[Call Me Nefret]

"Perhaps." He said quietly. If everything went like he planned...then even if she left he wouldn't have to worry about her saying anything. That is, if everything went as planned.