all, it did have a bit of an erotic feeling to it. He moved one of his hands around her to the back of her head, moving through her hair. She lapped at his neck, savoring the blood she had no idea she was drawing. "Dave..." She murmured into his neck. "You taste sweet....I love your neck." He moaned a little, his eyes closed. There was part of him trying to persuade him that this was wrong, but he refused to listen. "That feels so good..."
She sucked on it harder, trying to find a reason why she shouldn't be doing this. She couldn't help it. Out of all the things she had eaten since Josh tried to make her a retainer, nothing was as good as this. It reminded her of Caramel. Warm, thick and sweet. She broke loose after a couple of minutes and looked into the mirror across the room. Her teeth and tongue were covered with blood. "Oh my god...what the hell did I just do?"
Trenton lay back on the bed. His eyes were mostly closed and the room felt like it was spinning. His own complexion had grown a little pale. He felt weak. Why had he just let Cam do that? Something was obviously wrong. He tried to push away from her, but was too weak. She clutched the blankets to her, feeling more afraid
than before. "Dave...something's wrong...really wrong." She noticed his neck closing up. "Oh my god...oh shit." She got out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweats. "I should go. I'm not safe around you."
He forced his eyes open and for him to sit up a little. Another wave of dizzyness hit him. He looked at her with worry and a little bit of fear. "Wait... don't leave."
"You're not safe around me.....not right now." She said with her back to him. She refused to let him look at her until she fiured out what in the hell was going on. "Dave, I love you, that's why I have to leave."
"No..." He didn't want to loose her again. They had been going through a rollercoaster of ups and downs in their relationship in the past week. Things had started to level out, to get better. Now she wanted to leave. He started to push himself off the bed, fighting through the weakenss and dizzyness. "Whatever is wrong, we can figure it out together."
She slumped to the floor, hiding her face. "If I stay, you could die, David...I'm not gonna let that happen. You feel funny right now because I've been literally biting into you...for some reason, your blood tastes better than water, better than soda, better than the wine I usually like. It's dangerous for me to be here, Baby." Her shoulders began to tremble as she started to sob, in total fear, sadness and uncertainty.
"I..." he closed his eyes. "I don't want you to go." He pushed himself off the bed and started to go over to her. He stumbled a few times, and finally fell to his knees behind her. He shuffled forward until he was right behind her and hugged her. "Please, don't leave me. We can figure it out." She buried her head in his shoulder, sobbing, not really noticing that the tears were coming out slightly like blood. "Dave...I'm scared.....I don't want to hurt you...and I swear to god I'm not crazy...you have to believe me!"
"I know, I know you're not crazy," he said, soothingly. "And whatever it is, I'm willing to risk whatever danger I'm in to be with you." She looked at him, bloody tear tracks on her face. "If I keep biting you, you're not going to wake up...and I can't allow that to happen." She sniffled, pushing her hair from her face.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Cameron 'If this is Menopause, God is a sick jerk.' Grant
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David 'Why can't this be a normal relationship?' Trenton