The Donor

Disclaimerstyle='font-family:Arial'>:style="mso-spacerun: yes">  The two people in this drabble are fictional
and my creations.  Any resemblance to
anyone real is pure coincidence. 
Really.

The Donor

He drew her closer to
him. 

“Do not be afraid.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Trust me.” 
He wrapped an arm around her waist and cupped her face with his other
hand.  His eyes stared deep into her own
as he tilted her head up to him.

A shiver of nervous
fear raised bumps on her skin and her breath came fast and shallow.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  His eyes held her immobile and she watched,
mesmerized, as his head lowered and he pressed his lips against hers.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  An involuntary gasp at the contact opened
her mouth and his tongue softly moved in to taste her.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Warm and wet, it wound its way around
hers.  Intimate, sensuous.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Her body couldn’t help but to relax.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Giving in, her hands reached up to hold on
to his shoulders.

He pulled his mouth
away and trailed wet gentle kisses along her jaw to her vulnerable throat.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Reality shot up her spine in an arrow of
fear, raising the hair all over her body. 
She heard herself making soft frightened sounds and her legs started to
shake, she was glad he held her as she didn’t think she could stand on her own.

A second’s warning is
all she had as she felt his mouth suddenly open wide and the scrap of pointed
teeth before a sharp burning bite forced a cry from her.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Her trembling body, once relaxed,
involuntarily jerked and his arm tightened around her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 

The pain from the bite
faded to be replaced by a pulling ache. 
His mouth felt wet against her skin and she could hear him start to suck
followed by a distinct swallow.  A low
raw sound of pleasure rumbled from his chest as he fed and she gripped hard on
onto his shoulders. 

He changed his grip and
she felt her weight shift as both his arms locked around her.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  The bed’s mattress pressed against the backs
of her legs and she realized she was incapable of moving.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  His arms were vise grips clamped tight
around her as he leaned forward into her, bending her backwards slightly.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  She was completely vulnerable, with no
willpower of her own.  It was too late
now to see her mistake in underestimating the vampire’s power.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 

She could feel her legs
begin to grow cold and loose feeling and a slice of fear cut across her
vision.  “Enough.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Enough. 
Stop.”  It was too much.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  His suction pulled at her soul,
growing almost painfully strong when he sucked and only letting up some when he
paused for breath.  “Please, no more.”

He ignored her
whispered pleas, kneeling on the mattress. 
Wave after wave of pressure tried to pull her spiritual body, her soul, from
her.  Her skin was feeling increasingly
too tight, too confining, and she began to fight to keep her spirit confined
with her.  Spots were forming in her
vision and breathing seemed to become more strained.

Suddenly it was
over.  Her body felt her own again, if
weaker and more sick feeling than it had after any hard night on the town.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  He still held her over the bed, breathing
hard, and she was shocked to realize her legs were wrapped tight around his
hips and her arms around his shoulders. 
She was glued as tight to him as he was to her.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  As soon as her body started to relax, her
muscles ceased all function and she went limp.

“It’s all right.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  The effect is only temporary.”style="mso-spacerun: yes">  His whispered words barely seemed to reach
her ears as her body was lowered down to the mattress.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Fighting to keep hold of consciousness, she
lay still as the mattress dipped heavily. 
He rose to his feet over her and walked over to the side table and poured
a glass of juice, her eyes weakly following him.  He brought the glass to her, sitting on the mattress next to her
and levering her up into a sitting position, his left arm wrapped around her as
a brace.  Her hands were shaking so much
she needed both of them to grip the glass and he wrapped his fingers around
hers to help keep the glass steady.  The
sweet juice tasted wonderful and after drinking only half the glass down, she
felt much better.

“Do you always need to
take so much?”  Her voice was still weak
but she was able to convey her accusation and anger.

“Usually, if not more,
when the emotions are denied with the feeding. 
It takes much more to satisfy the need then.  But I’ve already explained this. 
Perhaps now you will change your mind and allow me to feed properly.”

“You’re lucky I’ve
agreed at all to feed you until you find a new donor.  I won’t give you all control.” 
She finished the juice and pressed the glass back into his hand while
pushing him away from her.  He took the
glass and got to his feet.

“Did you find you had
any control this time?  No, you were as
helpless as if you were enthralled to me.” 
He stood staring down at her, his eyes flashing in anger and … could it
be … anticipation?

She looked closely at
him.  He looked much better than he did,
his color was better and his face had more life to it.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  He was more animated than she had ever seen
him.