s*x with a Vampire

Icy

It's Saturday and I'm on my way to London to ice skate with Bertram and his friends. I was a bit scared of travelling by myself so Bertram travelled with me.

We arrive at the skating rink and I pay for my skates. We walk towards the gate and I find a bench to sit to put on my skates. Bertram is speaking to his friends who are already on the ice.

I see a girl standing close to him, smiling and I recall seeing her in a few photos. There have even been a few with just the two of them. I wonder if she's his girlfriend.

He had asked if I wanted a helper or if I wanted to try it with him or one of his friends. I opted for him since I knew him, telling him I'll try the helper once I get a better feel for it.

He already has his skate on and is just waiting on me. I lace up each skate and take a deep breath. I feel my phone vibrate as I'm about to attempt to stand.

I pull my phone out and see a text from Eli:

"I'm not sure if it's appropriate to text first , but would you be interested in seeing a movie with me at 6? After, we could have dinner and talk. I'll get you back home early, I promise. "

I smile. I text back that I'm in London with a friend from work and I wasn't sure when I would be back home.

Bertram calls me and I replace the phone in my pocket. He comes to get me and helps me to stand. It's awkward. I fumble like a new born baby deer.

He slowly guides me to the rink where I fall repeatedly too many times to count.

After a while I start to understand how the skates work and how to position myself for better balance.

It isn't long after that where I'm no longer clinging onto Bertram. Now, he's holding one of my hands as I slowly glide across the ice.

"Look at you," he says proudly. I beam at him. "Let's try something, shall we." I look at him curiously. He slowly starts to peel his fingers away from mine. I stare in shock, too scared to make any sudden movements lest I fall.

"Don't do that, I'm not ready." I cry. My chest starts to rise and fall as I start to panic.

"Don't say that, you're quite ready. Look how well you're doing right now." He releases his last finger and I'm on my own.

I try to will my body to remember what I've learnt thus far. I push my legs out in a V to push myself forward. I keep my knees slightly bent to keep my balance. My hands are out to the side to help.

"You're doing it Sam," Bertram cheers from my side. I smile awkwardly as I glide across the ice. I am doing it. I'm skating without his help.

I hear his friend cheering me on and I get a big confidence boost. I look up to see the curve of the rink and I get scared. I don't seem to remember how to turn. I panic and slip, landing on my hand.

I'm pretty sure I just sprained my wrist. It hurts. If it wasn't so cold, my wrist would be swelling.

I grab my wrist and close my eyes. I try to hide the pain as Bertram comes up to me. There is worry in his face and in his voice. "Oh my gosh Sam, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

He's kneeling in front of me examing my body and my wrist. "It's only my wrist. I don't think it's broken but I landed on it to stop my fall." I confess.

He bends down and help me up. Instead of helping me skate off the ice, he picks me up in his arms. I'm surprise and go stiff.

I look over his shoulder to see the girl from the photos, Lizzie, look at me with envy. Oh please God, don't make me enter a love drama.

He carries me off of the ice though I plead that I can walk. He sets me down on a bench and starts to take off my skates. I sit still and let him as he seems adamant on ignoring me. He gets me an ice pack and tells me to keep my wrist still.

He goes over to talk to his friends and Lizzie is still giving me the stink eye. He comes back and tells me he will take me home, he already told his friends he's leaving.

I jump up to stop him. "Please don't do that. You have only been here a couple hours and most of it was spent teaching me. Please don't leave now." He tries to dissuade me but I continue. "I can find my way back. It's fine. Please stay with your friends. I'll be fine."

He tries to fight me on it but I persuade him. I get my things and leave. I can see Bertram is torn but I leave quickly so he doesn't try to follow me.

I get on the tube and make my way back to Fareham. I grab a bus and take a window seat. My hand is aching so I close my eyes to focus on something else.

When I wake up, I don't recall the area I am. It looks unfamiliar to me. I look around and the bus is empty. I get up and walk to the bus driver.

"Where are we?" I ask in a panic.

He looks at me like I have disturbed him and grumbles "Port Solent."

"Where is that?" I ask. I've never been here before. The driver doesn't answer me. He stops to let on some passengers and I get off.

Did I take the wrong bus? I wrack my brain. I'm in Portsmouth. I probably took the wrong bus.

I take out my phone to get the map and bus schedules. I should be able to figure this out.

My wrist is aching and I just want to go home. I check the time, it's minutes to five. Bertram wanted us to go get food and watch a movie after the skating trip but I ruined that.

I see a message from Eli from a few hours ago.

"I guess I should have asked sooner then, that's on me. I hope you have fun. Let me know when you get home."

I contemplate texting him back but decide to call him instead. The phone rings for a while. I decide to hang up but I hear the call connect.

"Hello," I say hesitantly.

"Hey. Have you already returned home?" There is an eagerness in his voice. I guess he's excited at the possibility of going out.

"Uh, not quite. I got into a bit of a hiccup." I hear shuffling on the other end. Was he working?

"What is wrong, Sam?" I can hear a bit of worry in his voice. "Did something happen? Where are you?"

"I'm fine. Well I'm not entirely fine but it's fine." I ramble. "I sprained my wrist at the skating rink and I left but I took the wrong bus. I'm in Portsmouth so I'm trying to see how I can get home." I gave a small chuckle.

"Where are you exactly? Are you safe?" I hear a chair scrape in the background and more shuffling.

"Yeah, I guess. I was actually about to pull up the map and the bus schedule when I saw your text. I hadn't realise you had responded, sorry."

"That's fine. Just tell me where you are. I'm in Portsmouth as well doing business, I'll come and get you." The worry in his voice is more evident now. Why was he so worried about me?

"You don't have to, I don't want to take you out of your way. It was just silly of me to choose the wrong bus." My sister will talk my ear off when she finds out.

"Where are you Sam?" I hear a car engine start.

"I, um, I'm at Port Solent. I'm not exactly sure where that is. I'm in front of the bus stop." I say awkwardly.

"I'll find you, don't worry, I'm close by." He says and the engine revs. I can picture him speeding through traffic to get to me. "Stay on the line okay, it's getting late and I don't want you to get hurt."

I don't respond. I look around me. It's after 5pm but the area doesn't look like a place for criminals. I see people walking, going about their business. I see a few shopping centers and a sign about a Marina.

Eli announces that he's close by and I acknowledge him. In five minutes he's out of his car and approaching me.

"I don't think you can park there, " I tell him. He stopped right in the bus lane. He ignores me and takes my hand in his, examining my wrist.

I winch when he touches it. He's careful not to disturb it. He leads me to the car and drives a bit further down the road. We pull up next to a pharmacy and he gets out. He's gone for a while before he comes back with supplies. He rubs a thermal paste on my wrist and wraps it snugly.

I watch him work on my wrist. He's careful not to hurt me. When he's finished, he looks up at me and I can't help but kiss him.

He doesn't react to me. I press further, opening my mouth to invite him in, even trying to part his lips with my tongue.

He only stares at me and doesn't move.

"Why won't you kiss me," I ask. I'm upset now. Every time I try to kiss him, I get the wrong response.

"I want us to take things slow. I don't want you to rush anything. You don't need to kiss me to thank me." He says straightening in his seat.

I pull back. I wasn't kissing him to thank him. Was I?

"I should get you home now." He says as he starts the engine. He motions for me to buckle up and I obey.

We drive in silence for a while. "I thought you wanted us to watch a movie?" I ask.

"We can do that some other time. You need to get home and rest. There is also some pain killers in the bag that you'll need to take." He doesn't even look at me.

"We can eat and I can take the pills." I chime. He couldn't refuse that.

"You'll still need to rest. You've had a lot of adventure for the day already." He makes a right turn. Still he has yet to look at me.

"I want to hang out with you." I demand. He gives me a side eye and I pout. "Is it because I'm broken you don't want me now?"

Eli pulls over to the curb and looks at me. "What are you talking about?"

"My wrist is hurt so we can't do anything, so now you don't want to hang out with me. So you only wanted me when there was a possibility of you getting some." I say angrily.

Eli blinks. His face contort to reflect his confusion. "You think I only asked you out to sleep with you?"

"Why else would you want to see me if not for s*x? What other possible reason would there be for you to want to see me?" I shout.

"Because I love being around you and I want to get to know you better." He shouts back.

"Then why not still hang out with me," I cry.

"Because you're hurt and in pain." He says matter of fact. "I'm not a monster to only entertain you for my own whims. You need to rest." He runs his hand through his hair forcibly, a movement I've come to recognise as when he's stressed.

"Fine, take me home." I whine. I lean back in my seat and look out the window, sulking like a child throwing a tantrum.

I hear Eli sigh and start the engine again. He merges with traffic and neither of us say anything until he pulls up to my home.

He gets out and comes around to open the door for me but I beat him to it. I walk pass him and up my walkway. I fumble to get my keys when I feel someone grab my bag.

He remove my keys and unlock the door. I stretch my hand out for my key and he places it and a small pharmacy bag in my hand.

"I don't need those." I tell him defiantly. I see his jaw starts to tick and his eyebrows draw together. He watching me under hooded eyes with an unamused expression.

He grabs me and pulls me into him. He cups my chin and force me to look at him. "Behave, woman. You will take your pills and rest your wrist."

I glare at him but my gaze could not match his icy one. I don't back down though.

He closes the door and locks it. He picks me up and I'm startled. He walks with me upstairs and open the hallway door.

"Put me down Eli." I say through clenched teeth. I am not sure if my sister is home but I don't want her to see us like this.

He carries me to my room and drops me on my bed. He walks out and comes back with a glass of water and grapes and rest them on my night stand.

"Eat those. Drink that. And take your pill." The command in his voice turns me on. I rub my legs together to help with the sudden ache.

"Or what?" I challenge. I want him to take me like he did in the restaurant. I want him to s***k me, or force me to obey.

Eli senses my thoughts, I see lust flicker in his eyes before he turns away. He was bent over and staring at me before but now he's upright and facing my door.

My sister isn't home. She did say she might go hang out with some friends. It's only minutes to seven, she may not be home for a while.

I can hear Eli's ragged breaths. He's trying to compose himself. I start to undress behind him.

He hears me and turns around to see me in just my bra and undies. I see his breath hitch in his throat and his eyes gaze over my body.

Good, I thought, give into me.

Eli rakes his hand through his hair. "What are you doing Sam?" He looks visibly distraught. I go to unhook my bra and he stops me. "Don't. Don't do this, please."

He begs and it takes everything within him to focus on my eyes and not my breasts jammed up against him.

"Do you not want me Eli?" I ask seductively.

"What? Of course I do. But you wanted us to take it slow. I don't want you to run off on me again. Please, just behave and take your pills, Sam." I shake my head.

"Fine, if you're going to be this way, then I'll leave." He drops my hands and turn away. He opens my door and walks out.

I'm shocked.

"Where are you going?" I run after him.

"I'm going home, I have some unfinished business I have to take care of." He opens the hallway door and the cold breeze stings my naked skin.

"Please don't go. Stay with me." I plead.

"Why?" he spins around and look at me coldly. I shake under his scrutiny. "You're not listening to me. I'm doing what you asked of me. Doing something for your own well being and you're fighting me on it."

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm acting like this. It's like something comes over me. I just wanted to be with you." I lower my gaze and hug myself. My body is shivering now.

Eli closes the door and ushers me back to my room. "Please just take your pills and get some rest." He sounds defeated.

"I was only playing. I was just trying to tease you."I say. I don't want him to hate me. I know I can be really stubborn, that's probably why people don't really like to date me. "I didn't mean to make you upset. I'm sorry."

I was on the brink of tears. I am still trying to sort through my feelings but I haven't stop to consider what Eli may be going through as well. He has stated his intentions and shared his feelings for me. We are pretty much in the same boat. However, I am causing all of the waves by rocking it.

Tears spill down my cheek and Eli gently wipes them away. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so stupid. I just, I just don't know what to do with my feelings." I cry.

Eli hugs me and rubs my back. "It's all right, we'll figure it out together." He soothes me until I calm down. "I really should go."

"Please don't leave because of me. Please stay. I'm sorry for being so stubborn." I beg. I try to grab unto him with both hands but hurt my wrist. I wince in pain.

"Please get something to eat and take your pills. I'll message you tomorrow." He kisses my forehead and sits me on the bed. He nods and makes his leave. "Be sure to lock the door behind me."

I feel like an i***t. First I want him, then I push him away. Then I avoid him and then tell him to take it slow only to try to jump his bones. Not to mention, after accusing him of only wanting to sleep with me when I have been the only one initiating it. I feel so stupid. I won't be surprised if he asks me never to contact him again.

I eat my grapes and take my pills. I get cozy in bed and before long, I'm off to sleep.