I am smug and that infuriates her further. Sparks flare from her fingers and I hope that I can defend myself against anything she throws at me.
Drake, having had quite enough of this little display, grabs my elbow and half drags me out of the hall. “I told you yesterday, you will not disrespect my wife,” he snarls at me.
“She disrespected me first,” I say even though it is childish and lame.
“Well yes, what she said was uncalled for and I apologize,” he mumbles. “You are my daughter and I will not have you insulted in that manner, even by my wife.”
I raise both my eyebrows at him, my mouth forming a slight “O” in surprise.
He catches my look and smiles slightly. “I suppose you are starting to grow on me,” he says grudgingly, and I give him a quick squeeze, but say nothing because I can tell he won’t want me to.
When he has led me back to my room, I ask, “Will you teach me your language?”
He looks delighted that I asked and says, “Yes, of course. It is not easy though.”
I tell him of my extraordinary linguistic abilities, and he nods. “Ver
y well. I will leave you for a time now. I feel I may have some family issues to deal with.” He sighs and departs, and I am alone again, still hungry, lonely and tired.
A knock at the door startles me out of a half slumber and I stand up and arrange myself into a decent state before I open the door. A very tentative Trystan is standing on the other side and I beckon him in. He stands around uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot and I wait for him to say whatever it is he wants to.
“So, a Vampire,” he says eventually, and I smile.
“Yes, among other things,” I reply.
“We are taught to hate and fear your kind,” he says, “but I don’t find you that scary.”
“Good to hear,” I say.
“Our blood is highly prized by you,” he says conversationally, and I wonder where he is going with all this. I stay silent as I have no satisfactory response for him. “Would you like to, uhm,” he says and blushes a bright red and I get what he wants of me. He wants me to bite him. My fangs are already dropping, and he takes an inadvertent step back.
“Sorry, I’m starving,” I mumble.
He nods decisively. “I had a mind you might be. You can drink from me,” he says. “But don’t tell anyone,” he adds. “They will skin me alive.” He says it with a slight laugh, but I have a horrible feeling it might be the truth. His mother most certainly will have his hide, and mine, if she ever finds out about this.
So, I am wondering that if Faerie blood is the key to Vampires walking around in the sun, and even though it is temporary when you drink from Sebastian, he can do it all the time because his blood is constantly running through his veins, I have to ask myself now: is there a difference between Light Fae blood and Dark Fae blood? Or is all Faerie blood the same?
I ask the question to my brother and get an interesting response, after the amazement that I don’t already know, of course.
“The spell your Vampire witches use is concocted with Dark Fae blood. It is ours that allows you your freedom from the shadows. The Light Fae blood is weak,” he says it as a slur.
“Do you know how the Vampires get your blood?” I ask. I know I must sound absolutely ridiculous, but if he thinks so, he doesn’t say.
He shrugs. “I know not of the ins and outs. Perhaps that is something you can figure out once you return to your Realm?”
Damn right I will. If anyone knows it will be Corinne and she will be coughing up the answers to my questions.
Trystan sits on the bed and asks, “How do we proceed?”
I giggle at his formal tone and I point to the dresser stool for him to sit on instead. He moves and I advance on him slowly. I grab his shoulders and he tenses. “Relax,” I soothe.
He does and I lower my mouth to his neck. As soon as my fangs pierce his skin, I get an almighty rush, but it is too strong for me. I release him after only a couple of pulls and gasp. The only way I can describe it is, if you were used to drinking only water, and then one day you gulped down a glass of tequila instead. Wow. The instant high wears off quickly, but it leaves me satisfied for the time being. “Thank you,” I say to him and he grins at me.
“No, thank you,” he says.
I chuckle at his enthusiasm and his awkward posture as he realizes what has happened to him. I turn away from him to give him a minute to calm his arousal. It is a natural reaction across species, and I don’t take offense to it, nor do I find it creepy because we are sort of related. It just happens, he isn’t reacting to me exactly, just to the high that comes along with my bite. It occurs to me belatedly that I perhaps shouldn’t have bit him. He is incredibly innocent and is likely mortified by his reaction. He rushes out with flaming cheeks and a mumbled, “I will see you later,” and I turn back to the bed and climb on, no longer hungry, but still lonely and still tired. It was a nice act for Trystan to offer his blood to me. I can’t say that he will offer again, but it was thoughtful. He reminds me so much of Pierre in this moment, with his innocence and embarrassment. I close my eyes and remember him; of the way we were before he tried to stake me.
Chapter 7