Trenton is standing in the bathroom with a pair of dress pants on, something totally different for him, and a muscle shirt. He's shaving off the bit of stubble growth on his face. Cam's sitting down in the bathroom, putting on her makeup. She's got her hair styled quite attractively and the dress hugs everywhere it should. "Think I
should ask the DJ to let me have a go at the turntables tonight?" She smiled. He looked down at her and smiled back at her. "Go for it. I'd like to hear you do that." He kept shaving. "Ow, shit!" he cursed, taking the razor away from his face. A small trickle of blood traces down his face.
She looked at the wound and for some really strange reason, that blood looked more appealing than the sushi they had eaten earlier. She set her makeup bag on the counter and pressed her finger to his wound. She licked it, then before she realized what she was doing, pressed her lips to the wound and started licking it. At first, he thought she was just wiping the blood away. Then she started to lick at the wound. He was a little weirded out at first, but it felt kind of good. He smiled. "What, is this some new, erotic trick of yours?" She sort of moaned like it was the finest wine she had ever tasted, continuing to drink. She didn't know why she was doing it, but it tasted so good and she didn't want to stop. "Dave...you taste so good....." Her voice trailed off as she went back to drinking. He laughed. "Yea, I've heard that before." It felt kind of nice at first, but the strange feeling of something being wrong started to come back.
"Hey, come on, Cam. I need to finish getting ready so you can go tear up some shit on the turntables." She broke away and looked at him, a little bit of puppy dog eyes. His blood tasted sweet, and that was making her want to stay home and drink more. "What if I told you I wasn't wearing any...." She grabbed his hand and slowly slid it
under her dress. Once again, she decided to skip the panties. He let her guide his hand under dress. He smiled. "I thought you wanted to go out tonight? I mean, it's Saturday night. Don't you want to go party?"
Cameron noticed his cut was still bleeding. She put her lips to it, gently licking the blood away from it. Part of her was terrified of what she was doing, the other part of her wanted to cut him open somewhere else and drink more. "Dave, you're making me so hot....oh shit..." She felt like a leech. It spooked her slightly. He grinned
and moved his hands around her waist. "Okay, but let it be known that it was your choice to stay home tonight." He moved his hands down and lifted her dress up a little, squeezing her butt. "Do you ever wear panties?" She let go of his face, looking into the mirror. She had a little blood staining her lips and it contrasted with the slightly pale skin she had. "Yeah." She said absentmindedly. "Most of the time." She kept looking in the mirror, panic starting to set in. He looked at her, noticing a strange look on her face. He grew concerned. "Hey, you ok?" She shook it off, trying to ignore it. Unfortunately, the blood caused something to stir within her. "I'm hungry."
His concern turned to confusion. "Uh... ok. So, you want to go out for something to eat?" She grabbed her keys. "I'll just run to the store while you're finishing getting ready. I'll be fine." "Ok..." He looked after her. She seemed to be acting pretty weird. He tried to shake it off and go back to shaving.
Cameron grabbed her purse, heading down to the car. She drove off, trying to find something to eat. Nothing seemed to be as appetizing as what she had tasted in the bathroom. She was scared to admit she got off on drinking blood. It was too creepy.
Trenton continued shaving. After he finished, he noticed the cut was still bleeding a little bit. He grabbed a tissue and wiped it away then held it against the wound. Shit, that was the problem with razor cuts, they bled too damn much.
She went to the local 7-11 and got some fruit, hoping that might quell whatever it was that was making her act strange. She bit into it and it didn't satisfy. She threw it in the trash and headed to a grocery store, wandering the aisles. The packages of steaks looked kind of good, for some reason, especially the rather bloody ones. She
grabbed a package and paid for it, going to her car and sitting there, looking at them.
He tossed the bloody tissue into the trash can in the bathroom, then shut the light off and left. He went into the bedroom and grabbed a semi-dressy shirt and put it on, buttoning it up. Cam had been gone for a bit. He wondered if she was ok.
Without realizing it, she tore open the package, biting down into one of the raw steaks, trying to suck the fluid out. She was hunkered down in the car, parked far away from eveyone else. The blood was good. It fueled something in her. It made her feel complete, and it also scared the hell out of her.
He went to the fridge and grabbed a soda, then sat on the couch. He opened it and took a drink, then put a finger to the cut on his face. He looked at his finger and saw a little drop of blood. Damn, would the thing ever stop bleeding? He continued to look at the drop of blood on his finger. Cam had really latched onto that wound, licking at it. What had that been about?
She tossed the drained steak out the window, digging into the second one. She diidn't realize that she was sprouting slight fangs as she bit into it, and she didn't really care. After she was finished with that one, she tossed it out the window and wiped her mouth, heading back home. She made her way back up to the apartment and went in, lighting a smoke. "Sorry....I couldn't decide what to eat." He got up and went over to her. "That's okay, I'm all finished getting ready. I didn't even cut myself shaving anymore. So, you wanna go out now, or what?" She smiled. "Sounds good. We'll go dancing and I could grind up against you....or we could throw on one of my CD's from New York and do that here."
He shrugged. "Whichever you prefer. You know I love staying in with you, but I thought you wanted to go out on the town and all that." She nodded. "Yeah, let's head out. Think I should put something...on first? Just so I don't make the other boys jealous?" He smiled. "Yea, that sounds like a good idea. Although the thought of you going out like that is kind of sexy."
She got up, going into the bedroom and finding the skimpiest pair of panties she owned,, slipping them on. "All right. I'll drive. I don't feel like drinking tonight, so it's okay."