Darcia's pov

Last week, we spent it together. I was too afraid to leave Talia alone. She was surprisingly too calm. The bad thing is that I didn't feed for over two weeks. I've never felt more weak in my life than I do now.

I feel some sort of guilt because of what happened; that's why I don't want to feed again. But if I don't, I'll probably do something stupid again. Being near her makes it even more difficult.

How should I tell Talia that I need to feed?

"Darcia? Are you listening to me?" Talia's voice woke me up from thinking. I looked at her plate, and she had already eaten everything I cooked for her. By the time I was unintentionally thinking about feeding on her, she was innocently eating my food.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just lost in thought," I said.

She giggled, "I can see that. What clouded your mind?" She asked while she was washing the few dishes in the sink.

Of course, I cannot tell her the truth right now. I sneaked behind her and wrapped my hands around her waist. Her pulse fastened again by simply touching her. She can't stop amusing me and I can't stop wondering how fast her pulse would be if we took things further.

"You were on my mind, of course." I whispered into her ear. I gently kissed her behind her ear, to which she stopped washing the plate and froze. The effect I have on her is unimaginable.

"Darcia?" She softly spoke.

"Yes?"

"Aren't you — starving?" Said Talia. I shifted my hands away and took a step back from her, leaning my back against the kitchen island. She turned to me, looking down at the floor.

The silence was too loud for my liking.

"I know you haven't fed for a long time. I understand why, but you look weak, Darcia. You need-" she paused and glanced at me. "Blood."

I let out a long sigh. Her hands touched mine. Her grip was so strong that it felt like she would never let go of them.

"I am hungry. I'm trying so hard not to be out of control, but I feel less and less powerful. My body is weak, Talia." I explained.

How will I be able to feed on anyone again after what happened?

Talia suddenly said, "Feed on me."

I immediately shifted to the other end of the kitchen. I couldn't believe what came out of her mouth. The thought of feeding on her again is out of the question.

"What are you saying, Talia? Did you lose your mind!?" I said a bit louder in furiousness.

"You don't remember what happened the last time? Why are you doing this to me?" I fell to my knees, holding on to my palms. Feeling helpless...

Talia ran to me and then crashed down next to me. "I know what I said is insane, but I feel like it's the right thing to do. I don't want you to feed on others. You just need to learn how to control yourself. I will give you my wrist instead of my neck; it will be easier that way." She declared.

This girl is speaking a lot of bullshit. She doesn't realize how hard it is to control your hunger. Offering her wrist as if the result was any different. That scar will fade away because of my healing saliva, but will her memory erase the suffering?

"Can you just think about it for now? Please Darcia." Her hand touched my arm.

There was nothing to think about. Once I again taste that sweet blood of hers, I will lose it all again. Her impact on me is further dangerous than she or I have in mind.

But I love when she says my name out loud. Even in this situation, I can't help myself.

I pulled her closer to me so that our noses were almost touching. I connected our lips together as I couldn't resist them. She would sacrifice her blood for my hunger. Why would she do that for someone like me?

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Some hours passed, and I still didn't feel right about her letting me drink her blood. No matter how much I craved it, the thought of even slightly hurting her would bring me excruciating pain. I would rather be tortured in the most horrendous way than see her in agony.

She is the only light in my eternal life. Without her, I am empty, like I used to be. Only craving for blood and massacre. Killing the innocent. Being like a cold, freezing wind that once touches you, you are frozen forever. I cannot let my mind think about what would happen if she left me. Even the smallest thought of it makes me go insane.

"We should probably get up from the bed and do something productive, don't you think?" Talia said as she was lying on my stomach. My fingers were bored in her hair, playing with them, making circling movements. Twisting each strand around my finger until it slipped away.

"No, love. I quite like this position that we're in. Why would we need to do anything if we can just lay around all day and be together?" I questioned. Talia moved from my stomach up to my face. She laid her whole weight on me, grinning at me.

After some debating and glancing at me and then at my neck, she decided to attack my neck. "I always wanted to do this," She softly said after giving me a peck on my throat. I had never seen her look at me this way before. I was too stunned to say anything, so I was just peering at her with big eyes.

The lust for her became bigger and bigger every day. There were things I desperately wanted to do with her, but she wasn't ready for them yet.

Suddenly, she shifted onto my hips and was slowly getting off me. I instantly grabbed her wrist.

"W-Where are you going?" I asked with a slightly concerned voice.

"I'm just thirsty." She answered and then giggled. I grew softer and softer for her as time went by. My toughness is gone for her. Her absence is unbearable for even a second. I have become needy.

Talia's pov

I was going down the stairs to get water when my thoughts couldn't stop running in my head. I know how weak Darcia is right now. How much she sacrificed for me. I'm amazed by her perseverance, but we both know she cannot stay like this for a longer time.

Just being around me makes her uneasy, and I can't stand that feeling.

Months ago, my goal was to escape this house and her. Now I have no idea what my current goal is. What should I do or more like what do I want.

I headed to the kitchen and poured water into an empty glass. I took a seat on the kitchen counter. For some reason, I love to sit there. Darcia doesn't like it at all. She's scared that I'll fall down because I'm clumsy. Which I am most of the time. So cringe, right?

Nicoli, on the other hand, encourages me to do stupid things. He thinks it's fun to try something new and risky. He never worries about the consequences and believes that taking risks is the only way to get ahead. Before he left, we used to pull pranks on Darcia. Mostly hiding from her, and Nicoli masked my smell. My scent must be powerful because she was able to find us in seconds.

I even pull my own tricks on her, which usually end up differently....haha you know.

I haven't seen him for a week. Darcia told me he is trying to hunt her family, so they couldn't do any harm to us. Their no exact location is worrying me. Darcia's whole body tenses up when I mention her family. I know she's not telling me everything and that there are some things that happened to her that were worse.

Darcia must be in her twenties. I can see the difference in our bodies. She is a full-grown woman. And I'm still so small and weak...I can't ever help her in this situation. Oh, and I'm human, of course.

They both assured me that nothing could happen, but my gut is telling me something different. There's always a big silence and peace before the darkest storm.

A sudden feeling of cold went through my body. I had the urge to look through the window that we have in the kitchen. I jumped down from the counter and placed the glass on it.

I slowly walked towards the large glass window, but I saw nothing unusual. Just black clouds up in the sky and horrendous lighting that was striking every other minute. The rain hasn't stopped since the morning, so I might have heard something outside.

But every time I feel something, my instincts are always right, no matter what.

As I was leaving the kitchen, I heard two knocks on the front door. I stopped in the middle of the hallway, wondering if I had heard it or if it was just in my head. No one lives nearby or visits this place.

I continued on walking, but again I heard two knocks. I couldn't just go upstairs without looking to see who was there. I headed towards the front door and thought about who it could be at this hour and in this extreme weather.

Nicoli never knocks; he just usually appears without announcement. I truthfully got used to it, and it doesn't surprise me anymore. Perhaps some stranger got lost and, in this kind of weather, doesn't have a roof to stay under until the rain calms down.

The reckless side of me did what I wanted to do.

When I opened the door, I saw a woman dressed formally standing there. She had a stunning appearance. Her short black hair was curled to the inside, giving her the appearance of being from the 1950s. A long, tight skirt that reached her knees, and black tights underneath it. An emerald corset that fit her waist precisely.

I snapped out of the trance, holding the door in case I needed to close it immediately.

"Hello, do you need something?" I softly asked her. Her umbrella was full of black and had weird-looking patterns all over it. She leaned it more backward so she could see me better.

"Uhm, are you okay?" I asked again. I was getting a weird feeling in my stomach. Something was wrong. This situation didn't feel right. My heart was pounding, my palms were sweaty, and I was trying to figure out who she was.

A long pause followed.

"I must say you look quite tasty." Was her answer, and her eyes turned bloody red.