Sandy Lynn - Kiss and Tell

“Fine, I took their blood. The only side effect was they felt as though they had donated blood, which they had done, even if they didn’t know about it. And I happen to believe my…method is more pleasant than someone jabbing your arm with a needle then just handing you a cookie and some juice.”

“What exactly is the point here?” Willow asked irritably. She wasn’t sure why, but the thought of him with all those other women, the way he dismissed having sex with countless other women, made her want to slap him. Hard. Possibly repeating the gesture until her hand hurt.

“The point, Willow, is that feeding is precisely that for me. Tell me, is there anything sexual to you about eating a slice of pizza?”

“Depends on how you eat it,” she responded before she could stop herself.

“Exactly. You were the first woman who has ever experienced an orgasm simply from my bite.”

“And why exactly do you think I care about that?” She tried to keep her voice neutral.

“I just know.” She waited a second for him to expand on his answer, but he didn’t.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied.

“There’s nothing for you to be jealous of.”

“Who says I’m jealous? I’m not jealous,” she protested.

“Yes, you are. I can see it written all over you.”

“While we’re on the subject,” she ignored his comment about her jealousy, “other than invading my dreams, what other mind games can you play?”

“Mind games?” Seth asked, confused.

“Yeah, mind games. You can enter my mind while I’m sleeping, can you enter while I’m awake? Can you read my thoughts?”

“Yes, I can look into your mind if I wish to. It’s easier if we are both in the same room, but with enough concentration I can reach you anywhere.”

“Because you drank from me?” She had a feeling that she already knew the answer to her question.

“No.” He shook his head. “But it does make it much easier. It becomes easier still if you taste my blood.”

“Are you reading my thoughts now?” Willow asked, clearly deciding to ignore the “drinking his blood” portion of the answer.

“No.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“If I were reading your thoughts this conversation would be much easier.” Seth laid his head back on the couch. “At least in your thoughts, I can understand the full context of what you’re asking and give you a full answer.”

“That was how you knew what my bathing suit looked like.”

“Yes.”

“If you’re not reading my thoughts, why do you think I’m jealous?” she argued.

Seth turned his head to face her and opened his eyes. “Willow, if your jaw gets any tighter you might crack a tooth. And I’m pretty sure the pillow in your hands is about to rip. Unless, perhaps it has somehow found a way to annoy you?”

Looking down, she was surprised to see a small cream colored pillow in her hands. She couldn’t remember picking it up. Her knuckles were white, and the fabric stretched so taut she was shocked it hadn’t been shredded by her grip. Forcing herself to relax her hands, she put it down. “That still doesn’t mean I’m jealous. It doesn’t prove anything.”

Seth gave her a pained but very patient look.

“I’m not jealous,” she insisted. “Let’s see, thus far we’ve established that you’re a vampire, you can enter my dreams and read my thoughts, and feeding isn’t sexual for you,” she changed the subject again. She didn’t like him thinking that she was jealous. Especially when she refused to admit she was feeling that way to herself. “Oh, and after you drank from me no other woman seemed to quite, ‘satisfy’ you.”

“Yes.” He agreed without moving.

“What else do I need to know?”

“What else would you like to know?”

“Do I have to go get tested? Do vampires get STDs?”

“No,” he chuckled. “There is no blood disease in existence that can harm us. Something about the way our bodies process blood.”

“What about pregnancy? Is there a chance you could have gotten me pregnant?”

“Yes. But,” he added quickly before she could begin to panic, “it is very hard for my people and full humans to have a child. Statistically, it’s almost impossible.”

“Almost impossible. That’s different from impossible. It means there is still a chance. Okay, that’s fine, I’ll just ride it out. No need to panic and scare myself yet… When did you die?”

“I’m sorry? Could you repeat the last question?” Seth jerked his head up from the back of the couch where it had been resting.

“Is it a sensitive subject? It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it. Of course it’s on the weird side, and if I stop to think about it I might start to freak again. I’m sure I’ll get over it eventually… I just never imagined I’d be into necrophilia…”

“I. Am. Not. Dead. Do I look dead? Do I feel dead? By the old gods, why do you think I’m dead?”

“Vampires are always dead. That’s how they’re made. It’s what all the books and shows say…” Her voice trailed off as she confessed her source of information.

“And once again, pop culture misses the truth. I did not die. I was not turned into a vampire. I was born a vampire. I’ve always been a vampire.”

“When were you born?”

“Eight hundred years ago.”

“Wow. You’re old! Way old…older than old… At least you do look good for your age,” she complimented him, her gaze traveling over his body. “Very good…”

“Thank you,” he answered tersely.

“Can you eat? I mean other than blood?”

“Yes. I happen to find some foods very pleasing, but it’s not necessary. My body gains no nourishment from regular foods, though sometimes I do have a sweet tooth. How exactly is this helping you?” He sounded curious and somewhat annoyed. Willow guessed it was the whole “when did you die” question. Maybe she’d struck a nerve.

“It just is. And you aren’t sure what it means that your body only seems to want my blood? Why my blood? What’s special about it? More importantly, what will happen to you if I walk out that door and never look back?”

“I’m not sure,” he lied. Seth closed his eyes and leaned his head back once more. “I don’t know why my body won’t accept any other blood and I can only guess what would happen to me. I believe one of two things will happen. The first guess is that if I can allow myself to become hungry enough I might be able to break past whatever is stopping me from gaining nourishment elsewhere. But then I also run the risk of draining whomever I drink from, unable to stop myself in my hunger.”

“Or,” she prompted. She wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t quite buy his answer. There was something about the way he refused to look her in the eye, the way he was avoiding looking at her altogether.

“Or, I’ll starve to death.” He said it without being condescending, as if he were merely discussing cold facts instead of his life.

“Basically, you’re telling me if I walk away I’ll kill you?”

“We don’t know that…” He hadn’t moved. Seth kept his head resting against the back of the couch as though they were discussing something of little importance rather than his life.

“Seth, don’t lie to me. At least pretend you have more respect for me than that. Treat me like I was something more than just a free meal or two.”

Seth lifted his head and stared into her face. “Fine. Does it make you feel better to know that I know if you walk away I will die? That I will slowly starve to death because no other blood will ease my hunger? I’m prepared to accept my fate.”