Green

 

Carlile adored those bright emerald green eyes so much that he had called her Green before he knew her name to be Ramone and she was vivid physically and in spirit. He spent nights longing to touch her, longing to make love to her, but his nights were met with loneliness and sadness. In 1979 Ramone committed suicide and Carlile regretted with every bone in his body, having waited to turn her.



Carlile saw some of Ramone in Riley and knew this was his second chance to start again, make things right. He didn't want to take any chances and so he turned her when he had the chance and that chance was exactly three days ago, their first meet. The irony of it all still amazed him, even now that he had her for himself.



Riley sat watching Carlile and he her.



Riley, with tear stained cheeks, watched Carlile intently as he took a small golden blade to his wrist and she couldn't help but to notice his features. His careful features. He was tall, much taller than her and thin. He had a medium build, strong masculine but youthful features, and long perfectly kemp blond hair which strangely complimented his dark blue eyes and the small gold ring looped beneath his lower lip. His eyes remained calm even as he cut a thin line through his white flesh.



Carlile watched Riley, intending to see the hunger surface, first in her eyes and then her body. Her bright red hair fell messily about her shoulders and forehead yet she didn't make any further attempts to straighten it or remove the long strands from her eyelids. She just stared ahead in anger and frustration, her deep forest green eyes glowing in the dim moonlight. Carlile was in his chair, Riley at the edge of the bed sitting uncomfortably.



"I don't want it," Riley said. Carlile could see that she was shaking. She hadn't drunken in nearly 2 and a half days and he knew that she was overdue. He knew that she needed him.



"This is your only choice." Carlile held his wrist out to Riley. She looked at it steadily but turned her vision when she realized what she was doing.



"I won't...I'm not like you."



Her voice was shivering slightly.



"You can't deny what you are. I won't let you..."



"I can deny whatever I want...I have that choice..."



Her words were more drawn out than she had hoped. Just the mere mention of blood had sent her spiraling, but she held her composure.



"You don't."



Carlile walked over to Riley and grabbed her sternly. She buried her face in the bed sheets.



"No I don't want it! Please stop it!"



"Don't fight me..."



"I DONT WANT IT!"



"Don't raise your voice at me."



Carlile pinned Riley to the bed, holding her arms above her head. He positioned himself on her lap and dangled his wrist just out of her reach.



"Tell me that you want it. Don't deny that you want to drink from me. It will make your thirst stronger."



"Please..." Riley said trying to take her mind off the smell. She could almost taste it against her lips, against her tongue.



Carlile's head fell back in ecstasy as he watched her. Her eyes grew fierce, her movements the same.



"Yes." Carlile moaned. Riley grabbed hold of his arms and with hungrily sucking lips drank from him deeply.



Carlile's body convulsed. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft lips against hsi cold flesh. He buried his face in her bright red tresses, fangs elongating, breath becoming heavy. He fought the urge to take her as she fed.



"Yes!"



Carlile's voice came in gasps. He buried his own fangs in the nape of Riley's neck. She groaned but continued to feed, ignoring the pain to continue relishing in the delight of drinking after so long.



Carlile grabbed a fist full of Riley's hair and pulled. Having had her fill, Riley groaned under Carlile's weight as he became wild with craving. He pressed her down hard until she was completely immobile.



"Ugh... no more. No more." Riley whimpered grasping the sheets and pulling. She couldn't understand what she was feeling. A mixture of unimaginable pleasure and pain washed over her.



Carlile tried to calm himself. His grip on Riley loosened until she was free. Carlile sat up, blood still dripping from his pale chin. He wiped his mouth with his palm. The lust he felt for her still burned in his eyes, but he knew he couldn't take it any further, not yet he couldn't.



The still flushed Riley laid in shock. She was covered in her own blood and Carlile's blood. Her lips were stained red.



"I didn't want to..." Riley whispered breaking out in tears. Carlile turned away.



"Its not what you want..." He said, leaving the room. He returned later with a warm wet rag.



"Come here." He said gently. Riley complied though her mind was still altered from the their previous encounter.



Carlile gently rubbed her mouth clean.

"How old are you." Carlile said with concern evident in his voice.



"I'm 19 and a half...I turn 20 in March," she responded with caution.



"What is your name?"



"Its Rilend but everyone called me Riley..." Riley avoided eye contact.



"Such a beautiful name." Carlile said. He reached up to move a strand of hair away from he eye, but she flinched and turned away.



"Ill allow you to shower soon. Depending on how good you are, ill allow you to leave the room and roam the garden. Would you like that?"



Riley grew silent.

 

 Sleep well." He said before leaving the room. Riley heard the familiar sound of locks

 

 

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I know there story has been really slow so far and that's my intention. As the story gets farther and Riley begins to gain a bit of freedom, it gets better...stay tuned...