From Prey to Precious

Need Before Greed

Brian's POV:

As I lay on the cold concrete floor of the garage, waiting for the burning in my leg to ease, I hear the familiar growl of a motorcycle engine. I let a small groan escape my lips as I struggle to sit up so I can get away from the garage door. The last thing I need is to be burned to a crisp when that door opens. I give myself a moment before lurching to my feet as I hear the motorcycle's engine cut off. My injured leg won't support my weight but I manage to limp over to the wall just as I hear the door to the front office being unlocked. I want to rush and get to the safe room in my office because I don't want to deal with anyone when I'm in this much pain and I'm exhausted. I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open and I can feel my body trying to shut down for the day, but I need blood to heal. As much as I'd rather just let the day sleep take me, I need to feed. So I rest my back against the wall, putting all my weight on my uninjured leg as I wait for the person that opened the front door to turn off the alarm and come into the garage proper.

I can hear the lights being flipped on in reception and the keys turning to unlock the door that leads into the garage. The last thing I want to deal with right now is light, even if it's artificial. 

As the door opens and I see a familiar ringed hand reach for the light switch a growl escapes my lips.

"Don't," I command, letting my power turn this one word into a irrevocable order. The hand stops moving as I hear Darci, my front office manager gasp softly.

"Brian? Is that you?" she asks softly as she tries to peer farther into the darkness.

"It is. Leave the lights off and come here," I command as I push myself off of the wall and slowly make my way over to a nearby work bench. I barely make it to the bench before my leg gives out and I have to put all of my weight on my hands as I lean against it. But I make no gasp of pain, no heavy breathing, I have to maintain the illusion that nothing is wrong as Darci closes the door and slowly makes her way over to me.

Having shared some of my blood with her in the past has granted her a portion of my abilities. She can see better than other humans, but not nearly as well as I can. She is able to make her way over to me without tripping or running into things, but she can't make out the details of my leg, for which I'm thankful. 

She makes her way over to me and stands obediently in front of me. A part of me hates what I am about to do to her, not because I have any problem with taking her blood, but because she will think it has more meaning than it does. One of the unfortunate side effects of having shared my blood with her is that she is completely convinced that she's in love with me. I hate that my blood has affected her that way, but unfortunately I don't have any control over that and I need her. 

I lean back against the work bench, locking my uninjured leg so I can have the use of my hands. I gently place my hands on her shoulders and pull her closer to me. I may be a monster, but I'm not cruel. I can at least make this feel good for her. I just hate the charade. I almost feel like being cruel to her would be kinder in the long run, but I just don't have it in me. 

I hear her quick intake of breath as I gently run the back of my hand down the side of her face leaving a trail of goosebumps in it's wake. I can hear the pounding of her heart as this simple touch sparks her arousal, but all it does for me is make me hungrier. 

"Darci, I need you. Can you give me this?" I softly growl as I slowly trace the fingertips of my right hand from behind her ear down to where her neck meets her shoulder.

Darci steps closer to me as she angles her face towards mine, inviting me to kiss her soft lips. I lean forward but stop just before our lips touch so that she can feel my breath on her lips, "Words Darci..." I say softly.

She nods her head rapidly and her voice is breathy as she replies, "Yes... please..." she whimpers as she tries to lean into my lips.

I gently graze my lips over hers, giving her only a ghost of a kiss as I gently run my fingertips over her shoulders and down the length of her arms. I feel her tremble at my light touches and I'm happy that I can at least make this an enjoyable experience for her. I attempt to gently drag my lips over her cheek so I can make my way down to her neck, but it seems I may have pushed her a little too far. Before I make it past the corner of her mouth Darci reaches up and tangles her fingers my hair as she crashes her lips against mine.

I could have fought against it, I could have refused her, but then she might not let me feed off of her and I need the blood. I can at least give her this. 

She opens her mouth slightly, running her tongue over my lips as she whimpers softly and pushes her body against mine. I open my mouth and let her caress her tongue against mine as I rest my hands on her hips. She gently tugs my hair as she deepens the kiss. As she does I can feel my leg begin to shake and I know it won't hold me upright much longer. I continue to kiss her, letting our tongues dance against each other as I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her up as I manage to get myself seated on the work bench. Darci purrs against my lips as I settle her on my lap and she begins to move her hips suggestively. . I gently hold onto her hips as she moves, letting her move against me as we kiss for a few more moments. I know my hunger won't be denied much longer and it's the least I can do.

As she continues to grind against me, I allow my fangs to lengthen so that she can feel their sharp points and hopefully get the hint that I need to feed. She gives a small gasp as her tongue scrapes against one of my fangs, scratching her tongue, and her eyes open as she breaks the kiss. She rests her forehead against mine for a moment as her body continues to move against me as if her hips have a mind of their own. She releases her hold on my hair as she puts her hands on my shoulders and grips them tightly as she trails kisses over my cheek before resting her forehead on my shoulder, giving me access to her neck. 

I release one of her hips and lightly drag my nails up her back and gently grip the back of her neck as I lean forward and lay a gentle kiss over her rapidly beating pulse.  I feel her shiver in anticipation as she grinds her hips against me harder, as eager for the friction as she is to feel my bite. As she starts to buck her hips against me, I can hear her panting softly, working herself up more and more. I grip her neck and hip a little more firmly to hold her in place as I gently graze the tips of my fangs down the side of her throat with excruciating slowness. 

She grips my shoulders tightly as a moan escapes her lips and she presses herself against me hard as I continue to tease her with my fang tips. I continue to tease her, letting her feel a whisper of the ecstacy my bite will give her. It doesn't take long before I hear the change in her breathing, feel her fingernails trying to dig into my flesh.  Finally she can't bite back her loud moan and  as she finds her release I drive my fangs into her neck and begin to drink deeply. 

My mouth is filled with her warm, delicious, life giving blood and I can already begin to feel my leg healing after the first swallow. As I continue to drink from her, I hold her tightly, allowing her to move against me but not enough to pull away.  As I feel her climax against me again and I grip her tightly and sink my fangs deeper into her flesh.  After a few more swallows, I'm sated, my leg is healing and I can once again feel the day sleep attempting to claim me. I gently withdraw my fangs from her neck and quickly run my tongue over the punctures on her neck to stop the bleeding.

I pull back from Darci's neck and bring her face up to look into my eyes. Her eyes flutter as she gives a contented sigh before she leans her head against my chest.  I can tell that she's tired from the blood loss but it's nothing a little rest and something to drink won't cure. So I gently push her off of my lap and help steady her as her feet touch the floor before standing up myself.

"Thank you Darci," I say quietly to her as I gently pick her up and carry her back to my private office. 

"My pleasure Brian.  Thank you... I love you so much," she mumbles as she curls against my chest and is completely asleep before I even make it to the door of my office.

 After getting inside I gently lay her on the couch and cover her with a blanket. I then go over to my mini-fridge and pull out a large bottle of water and set it down on the table for when she wakes up along with a protein bar that I pull out of my desk drawer. 

I look down at her sleeping face and shake my head slightly, unhappy with myself and what I allowed to happen. But such is the way of my existence. Constantly using humans for my own needs, not bothering to truly fulfill any of theirs. Just taking what I want from them and going on my way. It's deplorable, but better than the alternative.

As I continue to mentally berate myself about how much of a cad I am, I make my way behind my desk and reach for the telephone. After punching in the phone number for another one of my employees I patiently wait for them to pick up.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice greats me when the line connects.

"Wayne, I need you to come down and open the shop this morning. Darci showed up and wasn't feeling well so I'm letting her sleep it off in the office for a bit."

"Huh? What? Oh yeah, yeah no problem. Give me like.. umm.. twenty minutes?"

"Ok thanks, I appreciate it. I have a meeting I need to leave for so I'll lock the place back up before I leave. Thanks again."

"Sure thing boss. See you later."

"Later," I say as I hang up the phone.