The white and black clock hanging over the TV marks three in the morning when Yohan’s eyes flutter. Camila feels him move under her as she fakes sleep and allows him to gently shove her against the couch. She stays still, hearing the soft patter of Yohan’s footsteps reach the kitchen. There’s quiet shuffling, and then the drop of silver.
It rings loud enough that Camila covers her ears and then rises looking for Yohan. His back is turned when she smells it. That pungent and sweet aroma, like the smell of chocolate, poured on top of vanilla ice cream, or the butter sauce laddered on a lobster. Camila feels her veins palpitate on the side of her neck, her hands shaly, as she stalks her way to the kitchen, keeping a small distance between her and Yohan.
Yohan turns to her with an apologetic expression. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He looks down at his finger, a fat drop of blood sliding down the skin. “I dropped the knife. It’s nothing.”
Camila takes a small step toward him, hands moving at the speed of lighting when she tightly clutches his wrist. Her tongue envelops Yohan’s finger, sliding it into her mouth just halfway. Her sharp teeth grace his skin, and when she sucks, her body spasms.
A curling shock of pleasure shoots down her spine, touching her toes. Warmth envelopes her body, circling her loins like a soft blanket. The rippling sensation curls at her brain, and her vision blurs for a second. Yohan pulls his finger from her mouth, a trail of spit connecting it to her lips.
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His eyes are dark, yet wide as is his mouth. Camila places her palms on his chest and shoves him. Yohan throws his head back into the wall, providing Camila the opportunity to attack his neck.
“Yohan.”
“Yohan,” she chants like a mantra while pushing him and nosing at his neck, licking his veins and nipping at the skin. “Let me bite.”
Yohan’s breath hitches, and fear lingering under his organs, yet he doesn’t push or shove. His eyes shine in the dim kitchen, eyebrows furrowed as if begging for more.
“Camila.”
A violent need surges through her spine, and she pulls Yohan from the wall, twisting and pushing him to the floor. His body falls, as she sinks on her knees with him between her legs. She stops. Yohan is looking at her with profound fear, despite the sweet scent oozing from his skin. His lips quiver softly, and when Camila can feel her, sharp teeth touching her lips.
“What…are you?”, his voice is strained, the words coming out with heavy breaths and a sour taste.
Camila stays quiet, breathing heavily on top of him. Her chest rises and lowers, just as a car pulls into the driveway. Camila rises, walking away from the kitchen.
“Camila,” Yohan yells behind her.
She doesn’t turn her head, and soon walks out of the door coming to face with a smiling Sun and Jin. She runs past them, her socked feet hitting cement then the road.
Her socked feet slap the earth until she’s away from the neighborhood surrounding Yohan’s house. The earth smells of smoked wood and cigars. The sky is adorned with small white specks, blurred by the darkness. Cars honk in every direction, lights occasionally blinding Camila's sensitive eye.
A tear slides down her right eye, and the world shifts as if she’s functioning outside of her body. Camila can still feel Yohan’s skin, its scent and softness against her sharp teeth. He opened his memories, thoughts, and past and while it was not all of it, it was enough to make Camila feel alive.