Darcia's pov

It was late evening, and me and Talia came inside after watering the flowers that had significantly grown in those short months. I never cared about some plants, but it appeared that Talia loves spending time outside, taking care of the flowers that we plant together, and I like to join her.

We quickly moved to the living room, where the fireplace was already lit. Talia ran to the fireplace and sat down near it. Her hands stretched toward the cozy heat. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. I could perceive the warmth radiating off her body. She seemed so content and peaceful. Her angelic face and stunning light brown hair were shining in the orange light that the fireplace created. I love watching her do nothing and just observe every move that she makes.

In the meantime, she was getting warm, I sat down at the piano and gently swung my fingertips through all the keys without letting out any melody. Just feeling the keys against my fingertips made me feel a slight sense of joy.

It's been a while since I last played something. The piano is my number one comfort. Nothing could make me relax as much as creating a melody with a simple press.

Talia suddenly appeared next to me, placing her warm hand on top of my cold shoulder. My eyes shifted from the keys to the candle, which was in the center of the piano. That little flame was glaring so brightly that it lit the whole piano.

"Sit." I softly said as I turned my head slowly to Talia. I made more room on the dark leather piano bench for Talia to sit beside me.

With her index finger, she touched the sleek black key and gently pressed it. As she pressed the key, a beautiful melody began to play from the piano. She smiled as she continued to play whichever key she looked at.

"I always wished to play the piano. Did you know that?" She informed me. Those words brought sadness to her hazel eyes.

"Now your wish was fulfilled," I whispered into her left ear, brushing my lips against it, wrapping my hand around her stomach. She looked intensely into my eyes and gave me a half-smile.

I covered my hand over hers and corrected her fingers to the right keys. My left hand traveled to the end of the low note keys, and hers was on the high note keys. We were playing a piece together, and I was guiding her right hand to the keys that should have been played, helping her to play the correct notes.

Halfway through playing, we gave each other a short look at an accomplishment that we had achieved in some minutes. It was a simple melody we played, but for Talia it meant a great deal. To finally be able to play after long years of dreaming about it.

As my hand was kept on top of hers, I gently began to stroke the top of her hand and fingers. Her heartbeat began to speed up as I grabbed her hand tight and stopped with any movement. Her fast breaths she tried to hide, but it was impossible to do so.

A feeling of indescribable lust swept over me at that moment...

I had touched her several times already, yet being in this moment made it feel like it happened for the very first time. Our eyes shifted from our hands synchronized to our faces. I sensed her nervosity, and her rose cheeks confirmed it as well.

I instantly grabbed her into my arms and, at super speed, moved us into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me into the pitch-black room without any signs of light. I lay her down on the bed, crawling the next second on top of her fragile body.

The whole time, she hadn't uttered a single word about me doing so. She's just laid there, watching me, with a knowing smile on her face. I'm not sure what she's thinking, although I know that she's nervous. Her pinkish cheeks obtained rose color. Her bottom lip was between her teeth, and her eyes, those fucking magnificent eyes couldn't move from mine.

My fingers slipped inside her hoodie, and my lips then were attached to her soft neck. I gently kissed her skin as my hands explored her body. I felt her heart racing as her breath quickened. I kissed her neck slowly, feeling her breathing become deeper and faster. I separated my lips, leaving only my hands caressing her breasts. She pierced through my soul with those hazel eyes again, and my lips returned to hers right away.

A few weeks ago, I would not have been so confident staying close to her due to my starvation; however, there is something I didn't tell her...

In order to ensure my mind, I had to test something before revealing it to her.

I pulled away again, moving my head close to her ear. "Can I feed on you now?" I asked it clearly and deeply with my voice. Talia's hands got weaker around my shoulders at my question, yet her answer was different.

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"Yes." She softly agreed.

The darkness prevented her from seeing my disappointed face; however, I could see her terrified expression with her trembling body. I kept on acting and gently brushed my fangs against her outstretched neck. She slightly flinched when she sensed the sharpest part of them. I pulled away in exactly five seconds, finally looking down at her and feeling hopeless about the memories that had graved into her heart.

"Talia..." I spoke up. "You will never go through this again. I can assure you. I began to feed on animals, so I won't feed on you..." I reassured her with plainly voice.

I crawled from her body up, and shifted to the other side of the bed. The candle on my nightstand I lit up. I took the matchbox and struck one of the matches, holding it against the wick of the candle. The flame flickered for a second, then slowly grew as I blew on it, and soon the light from the candle illuminated the room.

I leaned back against the headboard and took a deep breath in. I could sense the warmth of the wax melting and the flame flickering in the darkness. I needed to see her face in the dim light of the candle. I wanted to make sure she was looking into my eyes when she broke the silence first.

In spite of this, she did not break it first.

"Talia, speak." I insisted in an angry tone, except I wanted her to know that I was pissed off.

A tear shrimmed in her eye. I felt as though my body moved forward as if I were being compelled. I had the urge to suddenly embrace her when I saw that tiny tear running down her cheek. However, I had to pull myself back and awaited for her following act.

"Sorry..." She wiped a tear away. "I thought it would be easy as we're different than we were before, yet I was wrong and became petrified of you...your fangs." She confessed with a shaky voice.

I returned my eyes to the burning candle. Somewhere deep inside her is a place where a tiny part of her is scared of me. Because of what I am. Can I be mad at that? Do I have a right after all the things I have done to her?

No.

I don't deserve to be mad right now. And I cannot be the victim in this, considering it was she who was suffering while being with me. I've made some terrible mistakes throughout my life, but this is the one I regret out of all of them. The agony I caused her cannot be reversed. I admit that I am very messed up being. Not just because I am a creature who feeds on blood, but because I have innocent people's blood spilled on my hands.

I shifted next to her, tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Like I said, no feeding on you or any other human from now on," I stated calmly.

Her head fell into my hand, smiling against it. A soft kiss landed on my palm. Her eyes were glaring into mine with composure. I hugged her then, placing my ice-cold hand under her hoodie again. The warmth - so nice to sense against my skin.

Her head fell against my breasts due to our height difference, and the more I thought about it, the more it drove me crazy.

I took her hand and guided her to the inside of my shirt, which was loosen up. She glanced up at me with her hazel eyes, hesitating to do what I craved her to do. She saw the desperate look on my face, as it was hard to hide at that moment. Her hand was locked around my hip, not moving anywhere.

"Can I?" She softly asked with her puppy eyes. I nodded, grabbing her by the waist tighter. Her hand trailed up to my breast, squeezing it gently. My mouth opened, and a soft moan escaped. My head was tilted backward, enjoying her fingertips circling around my breast.

I don't know how it happened, but she pushed me, and I fell onto my back. Now I was lying straight, and she was sitting on top of me. The desire behind her eyes was screaming. No, shouting. Begging for more. Cross the certain line.

She was hovering over me, hands on both sides where my head was. She was enjoying it extremely. The power she had over me.

Her head traveled under my oversized shirt. First, she was only kissing my stomach, yet then...Then she made the decision to take a level further.

The warm, soft lips of hers were pressing against my hard nipple. I whimpered louder. Except then her tongue added in, and I wanted that tongue elsewhere. She pulled herself out from my shirt, leaving her hair all messy, and her breaths heavy.

I rewinded myself and smashed my cold lips against hers, taking control over her again. My hand immediately started pressing on her breasts. I gasped in pleasure as I felt her soft skin against mine. My hands moved to explore her curves, feeling the delicious texture of her skin. I moaned into her mouth as her lips and tongue explored mine. I pulled away, wanting more.

My lengthy hair was lingering above her face. I smirked as her cheeks heated to a red color. I lowered my head to be closer to her eyes. "I would destroy you if we went further, sweetheart," I warned in a low voice.

"But what if that's my wish?" An unexpected smirk swept over her face. Something you don't see much from her.

"Let me gain all my strength back, and you won't be able to sleep at night," I whispered right near her ear with a smile.

"Is this my birthday present?" She wondered, caressing my cheek with her hand, still breathing heavily.

"No, it's the pre-present. The real one you'll have to wait for." I clarified and then chuckled.

I knew she had plenty of questions about me feeding on animals, except her tiredness took over. And there's a time and place for everything to be told.

My lips did not have enough of her, so I kept kissing her soft neck all night long, snuggling into her, until she fell asleep with a peaceful look in my arms.