(2.2) A Date with a Terrible Stain

Chapter 2, Part 2

The bullet struck me in the shoulder that wasn’t being supported by the couch and sent me sprawling head over heels away from her. Needless to say I was shocked and appalled at this behavior from a guest in my home.

I coughed slightly and stood up, looking down at the blood that was slowly seeping its way through my shirt and the subsequent bullet hole. Looking back up at her I put on a look of feigned confusion, gathering my will as I did so.

“Why did you shoot me? How dare you shoot me in my home. I was just trying to answer your question.” I uttered my wind cantrip, sending a gust of air that knocked her towards me and sent her weapon sailing through the air.

I scooped up the gun and pointed it at the lady, unfortunately, she stood up and grabbed my sword, lunging at me. I dodged around the blade, under normal circumstances I would have just taken it in the gut and pulled it away from her, however, my sword was silver.

And as we all know, silver and vampires don’t mix.

I started dismantling her gun, removing the clip, the last bullet in the chamber and the slider, using the shell of the weapon to fend off her attacks. She was pretty damn good with a sword if I do say so, the swiftness of her movements were those that could only be granted by years of practice.

That’s when a searing pain shot through my shoulder where she’d shot me. Apparently she had another knife that had been hidden, and it managed to find itself a nifty little home in my shoulder. Luckily I managed to get my other arm around her and brought my fangs to her neck.

I should tell you something right now. Although it may seem that I make it a habit of feeding on anyone that crosses me, I don’t. I generally don’t enjoy the taste of blood. I think its because I can taste the sins of the person I feed from. I haven’t talked to a great deal of other vampires but those that I have talked to about this seem to have no idea what I’m talking about.

Maybe it’s a side-effect of my past, maybe I’m just a freak of nature. Well… a freak of a freak of nature, however that works. I dunno it isn’t something that I make a habit of trying to figure out. This woman though… This girl, she tasted good.

Sweet.

Pure.

Innocent.

It was almost like biting into freshly picked peach. And I’m a big fan of peaches.

It took everything I had in me not to drain her dry. It was an internal struggle to fight the glorious taste, the feeling that she was filling me with.

It was damn near orgasmic.

Her body went limp as I fed, my sword fell from her grasp and as it fell to the floor I released her, bending down to pick it up and return it to its place on the wall. When I turned back to look at her she was slowly crawling into a sitting position on the couch. I looked at my arm to see what kind of damage had been caused and realized that her knife was still housed there. With a wince I pulled it out and placed it on a coaster.

She was panting heavily as I walked to the corner bar and poured myself another drink, throwing her the hand towel I had there, inadvertently hitting her in the face.

“Put that on your neck,” I said, “I don’t want you bleeding on my new couch.”

She slid it down and pressed it against her neck, my bite having inflicted a mildly sedated state. As she was looking down at the blood that was soaking through my towel, I grabbed an extra glass for her. I emptied a few droplets of blood from my knife wound into it, then filled the glass with soda, pouring myself a glass of the same.

Picking up the two glasses I made my way back to the couch and handed her her drink. She drank it quickly. A thing I considered to be odd. I mean seriously, if you had just tried to kill someone, would you take a drink you didn’t see them make?

As I took a sip of my drink, she began staring at me with a mild look of confusion, occasionally glancing back and forth between the three red stains at the bottom of her now empty glass. She was about to say something until her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell off the couch.

A loud thwack issued forth as her head impacted my coffee table, followed quickly by the thud of her body hitting the floor. A pool of blood quickly formed underneath her still form.

Damn. And I just had the floor cleaned.