Matthias
The water was beginning to cool, but I could still smell the vampire's blood in her hair, mingling with the scents of our love-making. I took a pitcher and poured it over her half-wet hair, gently soaking the long, brown strands. She was stiff at first, but when I began massaging the herbal shampoo into her scalp, she sighed and relaxed back into my hands.
"Rose," I said a bit mournfully as I rinsed away the suds, "I failed you today."
Her brown eyes, which had been closed in relaxation and pleasure flew open, and flashed in annoyance. "You make love to me in the bathtub, and then you tell me you failed?"
"I'm talking about what happened today, the attack on the bridle path."
She frowned, her brow wrinkling up. "You didn't fail. I'm still alive."
"Mmmm. Seems to me tha
