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Chapter 6 - Sanguinary Lunch

The next morning I woke up drenched underneath the thick duvet, and I promptly threw it off onto the floor. I laid there, soaked in sweat, my large tee shirt clinging to me. Either I had a nightmare or a really good dream. I couldn’t remember. I headed to the shower.

We ate dinner together last night, but we didn’t say much. He cooked again, and he made an amazing meatloaf and potatoes while I showered and lingered upstairs. I felt awkward. I still feel awkward. Even though I felt awkward last night, I still thought maybe he would offer to come up and lay with me, or invite me to sleep in his room, but he didn’t. I hoped to whatever god was out there that becoming increasingly s****l with him didn’t ruin what we had going. I showered off and stepped out, staring at myself naked in the mirror.

She was not talking much. I do not know what it means. Was it too far? She seemed like she wanted it, I even had her tell me she wanted it, but I am worried. She has been upstairs longer than usual and I have waited on taking her breakfast out of the pan so it does not get cold. I really care for her and I do not want this to change anything. I liked being inside her, even if it was only my fingers, and I would like to be inside her more. I just cannot tell if she is just shy after me seeing her body and such, or if she is regretting it. Here she comes downstairs.

Theo was scooping my breakfast when I came downstairs, but I smelled it before I got into the shower. He must’ve been waiting for me. Now I feel bad. I took my seat and he served me, he smiled but his eyes looked worried. I decided to speak up before we sat in near silence again. I think if I make things awkward one more day it could really put a damper on this relationship. Relationship? “Hey, Theo. Did you sleep okay? I know you have trouble sometimes.” He smiled at me.

“I slept okay, a few hours. I remember dreaming about you.”

“Oh, yeah? What happened?” I grinned back.

“I cannot remember it all, but I remember you being wet ..like your hair and stuff. I think there was an explosion and I had to get to you before it reached you. We hid somewhere, and you told me about when a car blew up when you were a kid. I think I kissed you, but it stops there.”

“That’s crazy.. I did see a car explode when I was a kid.. and I don’t talk about it much because I learned I watched someone die and didn’t express the seriousness of it. Of course, I was a kid and I didn’t really know about death and-“ I started rambling.

“Was it, uh, blue? A blue car?”, he asked.

I stared at him, bewildered.

“In the dream, you did not tell me they died. You only related it to the explosion I took you away from. You do not have to talk about it if you do not want to.”

“I just, um, that’s crazy. It was a blue car. Did I tell you when I was drunk the other night?”

He shook his head no, “I did not realize there was any relevance until right now.”

Then it hit me. The green chair. Oh, and the white flowers on black china dishes. Except, it wasn’t dishes, it was on the black jeans. I dreamt things I shouldn’t know too, why? I told him about it.

“The brand of the jeans were Porcelain Beauty, the company is out of China..” he told me, and I just looked at him wide eyed.

After we ate, he led me to the library and sat down on the larger couch. “Do you want to sit on my lap? I want to talk to you.” My stomach flipped. I hoped it wasn’t anything bad. I nodded and stepped forward, he grabbed my hips and lowered me on top of him, leaning back and putting one of his arms on the top of the couch. I checked him out, I couldn’t help it. I could see his muscles beneath his shirt, I wanted to feel him up. “Is it something serious?” I asked him.

He nodded, and my stomach sank. Did he want to stop being intimate with me? I am on his lap though.

“This stuff we have been doing has been draining me of my energy faster than usual. I am going to have to start consuming the blood more regularly. How much have we received in the mail?”

“Only 3, but I ordered a testing system for diseases and STD’s. I thought about providing like a kit for them. Approved containers, tests, etc. Maybe the professionalism will help people become more interested?” I told him.

“Three will last me a month and a half, please feel free to do whatever you want to do with the “company”, it’s in your hands. Do you need more pictures?” He winked at me.

“Maybe”, I winked back. I knew I was pretty much in charge of what to do with the company, but hearing him say that I was completely in charge of his “company” made me blush. It made me feel important. I leaned back on the arm of the couch and his shoulder. He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. He told me, “I’m glad I can count on you”, his hand moved up my thigh a bit and I watched his arm flex as he squeezed again.

I smiled, “You don’t have any energy remember?” I smiled and sat up. I started to get off his lap and he pulled me back down pushing himself against me. “I can find some energy..” “Nuh-uh, Mister Renwick. Let me pull out some blood for you, and I can help take care of you instead of you ..taking care.. of me.” I stood up dramatically, pushing my butt out in front of him, giving him a show. “Are you coming?” He stood up, “hopefully soon”, and started following up me up to the room with the doctor’s equipment.

He sat on the operating table and leaned back. I lifted it up to a lounging position, leaning over him and bringing his chest up to mine. I knew he was looking down my shirt.

I pulled out an older pouch. And looked at him for further instruction. “You can give it to me intravenously, or you can watch me drink it..” The thought of him drinking it should have seemed revolting to me, but honestly it seemed really hot. I’m sure it wouldn’t run down his chin like in vampire movies. I’m sure he wouldn’t suck it off his fingers and lick it off his lips, but wow did I suddenly want him to. Apparently I was taking to long and he took the bag from my hands. “What do You think? Watching me drink it may be too surreal, huh? Scary?”

“No, not at all. Um, I don’t want to fetishize your ailment, but drinking it is better to watch than the needle..”

He laughed, and handed the bag back. “Can you heat it up then? It only takes 45 seconds.”

I put the bag in the microwave, “do you want a cup?”, I asked him. He shook his head, “I will drink it out of the bag, it might be a bit messy though.” I have straws, but I am thinking she wants a bit of a show and I do not even mind, he thought.

I handed the bag back to him and he opened the top. He put some on his tongue, and grinned. “I ought to take my shirt off, just to prevent stains, can you help?” He waved the bag to show he didn’t have enough hands free. I walked forward and started unbuttoning his shirt, all the way down. It was definitely something I would be thinking about later. I pulled the shirt open and he sat up so I could pull it down from his arms. He watched my hands the entire time. I slipped his shirt off and folded it. He leaned back again and put the bag to his mouth. I watched intently as he raised the bag up and took a drink. He smiled, showing the blood on his teeth. I smiled back. I was going to feed him next time. He continued drinking, going faster and less careful the more he consumed. His skin began getting more color, and there were some trickles falling down his chin. He kept eye contact with me the entire time, making me uncomfortable, but turned on. He slurped it down, now some had dribbled on his chest, my new favorite part of this process. I wanted to scoop up the dripping lines and have him lick it off my finger. I just sat and watched. He seemed like he was breathing harder as he got closer to the bottom of the bag. His eyes were a brighter blue, a blue I could get lost in. He seemed to be getting excited, and I wondered what was gonna happen when he was done. He finished the bag and licked his lips. I wanted to lick them too. He dropped the bag on the metal side table and stood up extremely quick. I instinctively jumped back.

“I feel powerful, Miss Brenna Wallace.” “You look powerful..”

“You want to go fast?”

“Fast?”

“Like how fast I move. I want to carry you. Do you want to go supersonic?” I nodded and before I could verbally answer, I was already scooped up in his arms and out of the room. I held my face against his chest with my eyes closed feeling kind of scared but also exhilarated. Before I knew it we were outside at the log we’d climbed over last time. I felt out of breath even though I hadn’t done anything. Still carrying me in his arms, he looked down at me, “Fun?” “Wild”, I said and laughed. He sat me down on the log.

Theo looked down at his bare chest and noticed the mess he made. “Maybe I need to clean off.” He held out his hand gesturing to head to the water. My mind ran wild with images of what happened the last time we were down there.

We sat on the edge of the water with our feet in. I dipped the edge of my sweater into the warm lake water. He told me that I didn’t have to that. I just smiled and reached my covered hand to the corner of his mouth, he grinned. I used my other hand to push his hair back behind his ears, he closed his eyes for a second, seemingly to like the gesture. I wiped off his mouth and chin gently. He closed his eyes and leaned backwards, and let his head fall back so I could reach his neck. I wet my sweater again and wipes in long strokes down to his collar bone where it had pooled. When I started on the drips on his chest, he had closed his eyes again. I was wishing the blood might have dropped further down, but it didn’t. Instead, I just kept wiping his chest, more than necessary, the warm water dripping down had to felt extremely nice.

“All clean.” He sat back up and smiled, little cold chill bumps still all over his upper body.

“I might have to make a mess everytime now.”, he told me. “I wouldn’t mind if you did” I didn’t let him know whether it was because I liked cleaning him or because I liked watching the animalistic consuming of the bag’s deep red contents.

He returned the favor by putting my hair behind my ear too. “I like you, Miss Brenna. I like when you touch me. Not just sexually, but just physically connecting with you in anyway feels like I am radiating heat, even blushing, and an emotion I am not sure how to describe. I hope this does not make you feel uncomfortable to hear, but I would like you to be in my life for a long time, if possible.”

I had butterflies in my stomach, and forgot to reply. I just put my head on his shoulder.