RIXAS DE SANGUE: Part 11
Saturday, August 21st, 2010Rixas de Sangue: Part 11
Bendis wanted to hunt. I agreed. I needed to be on top of my game if I was going to formulate a plan. I couldn’t afford to be hungry.
I normally try not kill my victims, but I was so distracted by her and my new found mission that I let myself get lost in the frenzy and I ended up killing the old destitute man I found on the way.
She wanted a different venue; alleyways weren’t her thing. I chuckled at her dismissal and followed her to the downtown area.
For some strange reason, watching her stalk her prey was extremely erotic. She moved in a way that was charming, like she was inexperienced; as if she was a young woman hoping to find someone who would give her a happily ever after.
But, those she stalked were not gentle or innocent. I watched in awe as she chose carefully; she knew exactly what kind of person she was looking for.
The man she picked smelled of wrongness; he had a seediness that oozed off him in nauseating waves. She was sweet when she spoke to him – a naïve innocence seeping into every word, a gentleness that made her very alluring - as if he was the nicest man she had every come across. He swooped in on her thinking he could play his cat and mouse game; not realizing he was the mouse.
I kept my distance across the bar, just observing her. She let him buy her a couple of drinks- she even acted like they were affecting her. She played with short strands of her hair, she lightheartedly caressed her neck, and she laughed a friendly giggle.
He was actually quite aggressive in his body language. I felt my back bristle when his hand stroked her arm. I nearly came unglued from my chair when he left his hand lay on her leg. I knew better- it’s not like she was in any danger from him. I could hardly watch anymore. I did not like this feeling of jealousy.
Then, as if she could sense my discomfort, she finally let him talk her into taking a walk by the river.
I smiled to myself. How convenient.
She played the innocent part right up to the very end; letting him think he was winning his game. When he moved in to attack her, she was swift and deadly.
It was absolutely beautiful to watch. She dumped his body in the water.
We walked back to our room in silence.
The charge in the air was amplified – I could almost hear it crackling.
She must have felt the desire pulsing in my veins or perhaps noticed me salivating; because as soon as the door closed behind me she had me pinned to the wall. She was hungrily kissing me; the growling that reverberated from her was feral.
I could taste the flavor of the blood still on her tongue – tinny and slightly bitter. My heart was hammering in my ears and I swathed my arms around her. I deepened the kiss. There was no way I was going to let her go; though I didn’t think she was going anywhere.
Then, she removed her lips from mine; trailing them along my jaw and I felt her mouth at my neck. My knees fell weak. She was more than strong enough to support me as I swayed. I felt her teeth pierce my skin and I gasped wantonly. I turned my head, whimpering as my mouth found her shoulder. I bit into her flesh.
In all my long life I had never exchanged blood with anyone. The experience was very intense. The feeling of my blood, thick and poisonous, being pulled out while the sweet and spicy flavor of hers poured hotly into my mouth.
I felt the intoxicating effects of her powerful blood almost immediately and my desire grew to new heights.
The lovemaking that followed was beyond primal, and every sensation more profound than I could have thought possible. Time stood still. I do not know how long we were at it and it didn’t matter.
We exchanged blood several more times. I don’t think she could help it. I know that I couldn’t. And each time I tasted her blood I became more aware of her.
I felt stronger than I ever had. I felt energized, like I could do anything. I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust.
We lay there for a while just marveling in the afterglow of each other.
Then, she sat up on the edge of the bed, turned from away from me. I could feel that something was wrong.
“Bendis?” My hand was on her shoulder.
“I have to surrender. I have to go back to Malachi.” It felt like my chest caved in.
“What? No! I won’t let you.” I felt desperate, she turned back to me.
“Amara…” I shivered as she purred my name – I loved the way she said it. “I saw it in the blood… in our blood. I saw how this is supposed to happen. For this to work, I have to do this.”
“How am I supposed to protect you?” I was trying to seem rational, but I was panicked.
“You don’t have to… not yet anyway.” She smiled gently- that made this feeling worse.
“When?” I hated this feeling of desperation.
“Tomorrow evening.” She stated plainly.
I couldn’t breathe – so soon? “No, I need more time with you.”
“I can’t. It has to be now… you know that.” She spoke patiently. Didn’t this affect her? Was it only me who felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest?
Her hand was interlaced with mine as she looked at me with those smoldering indigo eyes. “It will be fine.” She kissed me sweetly as she pulled me down with her into her embrace.
I wish I could have agreed.
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