After I left the book club meeting, I was a bit shaken. A vampire. What the fuck? And what was this ability to "toggle" between natures? Truly bizarre. I was angry, to put it simply. He could have just TOLD me, instead he decided to break my heart and then when HE was ready he told me. Well, that was just fucked up. In so many ways.
One of my new favorite foods (yes, I'm changing the subject) is edamame. It's truly delicious and I love it so much. The feel of the tender green beads in my mouth and their carby taste is truly wonderful. I have recently read a book that recommends becoming a vegan. Of course, given my recent and still continuing blood loss, I still continue to consume meat, lest I fade away. At this point, not to startle you, my dear readers, but the truth is, you can see my ribs. And my arms and legs are looking mighty skinny right now. I'm sorry, but my lush form is disappearing as I continue to lose blood at an alarming rate. Another problem is my skin: it's breaking out. I have a great big one right above the left side of my upper lip. It looks like a booger snot on my face. Gross.
I have to confess, I have not really been enjoying food as is my wont. Another thing I've been eating a lot of is pumpkin seeds (salted and crispy..mmm) which I mix with sunflower seeds, which I have begun to crave daily. My chocolate needs have been way down ever since I started using a sunscreen with cocoa butter in it. And then there's the cocoa butter lip gloss. So I guess it's true, you can take nutrients into your skin. I am, sad to say, becoming somewhat indifferent to chocolate. Gasp! I know. Hard to believe, right?
As I write, my hair falls in soft wet waves down my back and around my face. I am standing in my kitchen, as I have no furniture at my disposal for a computer. The computer rests on the small part of the counter by the stove with my cell phone plugged in next to it.
There is a knock at the door.
It's him.
"Hilda."
"Lane."
"Can I come in?"
I sigh, resigned to tolerate him. "Sure."
I am wearing panties. And a pad (of course.)
"You smell incredible," he says.
"Yeah."
He suddenly picks me up and brings me into my room and sets me on the bed. "Do you love me?"
"Oh Jesus!"
"Do you?" His blue eyes look deeply into mine.
I sigh. "All right.
"All right?"
"Yes. Okay. Dammit, Lane!"
His mouth covers me with a kiss and he's off. His hands roam my body and his mouth is all over me and then, he reaches my tiny little blonde fluff. He kisses it and moves his tongue down to my clit, I moan.
"That's it, baby," he says, pulling off my panties and stationing himself between my legs. He begins to suck and suck, his face becoming wet with my blood. "Oh, you taste so good," he says.
I find myself being a bit embarrassed for him. The sucking out of my blood doesn't really do it for me.
"Lick me," I order.
And he does, making me come over and over again, he slurps up every last drop of the blood.
He then rips off his trousers and puts his giant erection inside me, in and out he goes, until he comes and he screams in ecstasy. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he cries and then kisses me.
"I, uh, love you too, Lane," I say. "Now get off me, you're heavy!"
He gets off me and then pulls me to him. "Do you really love me?"
"Yes."
"Then drink from me."
"I will NOT!" I exclaim.
"But it will make you stronger. Make it so you're not so tired all the time."
"Lane, the whole blood drinking thing is just icky. Okay? I accept your vampirism, I accept that you want to drain every last drop out of my tiny vaginy, but I do NOT want to drink any blood, yours or anyone else's."
"But why?"
"Because it's gross, that's why. God. I just. God. Why can't you just be a normal guy?"
"I can be a normal guy. I can toggle, remember?"
"I remember. Now let's have a shower."
We get into the shower and he is tender with me. Against my will, I find myself turning back to him with more passion than I could ever remember mustering.
"Can we do it again?"
"Well, I think I've sucked out all the blood."
"Um, I meant, can we just have sex again. WithOUT the blood?"
His eyes lit up. "Of course! Yes!"
"Will you toggle back to human?"
"Of course. For you, anything," he grinned.
And we did it again. It was different. But still good.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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