Bite, p.17
Bite, page 17
“Does it matter,” he murmured while taking the champagne from her and downing it in one gulp.
Stacy remembered the extra stuff that was in the drink and was about to stop him before he took a sip but he had finished it before she could say anything. She cringes as she waits for the effect of the drug to take place but her face is twisted up in confusion when nothing happens. She’s about to ask why he was still okay but when she sees it’s not affecting him she decided not to say anything. She smiled instead and asked while walking seductively towards him, “So, what do you wanna do now?”
“Hmmm, I think since I had something to drink, I now should have something to eat. Doesn’t that sound like a gnarly idea to you?”
“That sounds totally like a plan. Where do you want to go? I know this awesome diner not too far from here we can go check out.”
Joseph shook his head while he responded, “Nah I think I’ll have my meal out here.”
Confused she answered, “Well unless a salad bar is gonna magically appear, the only thing to nibble on out here is me.”
“That was the idea,” he said while his smile slowly grew wider.
She didn’t notice the physical change in him at first but when she slowly raised her eyes to match his, her gaze paused at his mouth and the smile rapidly changed to a look of disbelief and pure horror.
His wide smile revealed his two sharp fangs in full bloom ready and anticipating the first drop of blood.
Stacy let out a gut-wrenching scream and started to run back to her friends but he had led her so far away from the club, she didn’t know which direction to go. She headed deeper into the forest thinking it’s the right way to go to which I softly whisper, “Bad move.” Tears were streaming down her face and blurring her vision so she didn’t pay attention to where she was running. She paused for a moment and looked behind her but was surprised to find that Joseph wasn’t there. She started looking around to see if maybe he would come from another direction while slowly backing up until her back rested up against a tree.
Or so she thought. A hand had grabbed her arm and spun her around until she was facing Evan whose fangs were also exposed. Stacy let out another scream and fought to get out of his grasp as she yelled, “What the fuck are you people?”
He sneers, “You mean you haven’t figured it out by now?” The tone of his voice made her body grow still like she was frozen in fear and she was unable to speak which made him laugh. Evan licked his lips and growls, “I think I’ll have a little sip if that’s alright with you.”
He was drawing his face closer to her, which did nothing but make her scream louder. His fangs were almost about to pierce her skin until Joseph appeared who snarled, “Evan, she’s mine!”
Evan gave him a wicked grin while he responded, “Of course my mistake Joe. Let me at least get it ready for you.”
He then used one of his nails and slashed a deep gash on Stacy’s wrist. Even though I’m only looking at a memory, I feel the piercing shriek of her scream ripple through my body but my venom becomes excited from the sight of the blood even though this is only a memory. She broke free from Evan’s grip and started running as the blood was oozing out of the cut. She halted when she heard their laughter and Joseph’s haunting voice seemed to surround her as he said, “You actually think you can run from us. Stupid human!”
The voice was faded and Stacy thought she might actually get away until she turned around a tree and he was standing there waiting for her. The last part of the memory was Joseph roughly grabbing her and his mouth closing around the side of her neck and Stacy letting out one more final scream until she grew silent as her blood drained out of her body.
I jump out of his head and give him a silent nod of thanks. I hate thinking this way but Gina is now safe. She will live to see another year. And yet, I want her to live an eternity with me.
Bye, Bye Cherry
(Gina)
New Year’s Eve is a crazy night. We go out of our way to find the perfect dress and accessories so we can look simply amazing when we ring in the New Year. We put ourselves through all that drama and all that buildup and after midnight and a quick warm greeting the excitement is over in a matter of minutes. And tonight is no exception.
As it grows closer and closer to midnight, everybody is buzzing about getting himself or herself ready for the big moment and once the clock strikes twelve, it is done. Scream out a Happy New Year, hug and kiss a few people to wish them well and then it’s over. Not that I’m complaining or anything because when twelve o’clock came, Sam holds me very close and murmurs, “Happy New Year Gina.” Before I can respond back, his lips are against mine and all the careful soft kisses that we shared in the past are erased. The way he kisses me, I feel like all the passion he was storing up finally spill out and it hits me in waves where I feel my body fill up with nothing but love. If he wasn’t holding me in his arms, I swear I would have melted right there on the floor.
When we finally break free of our embrace, I have to take a moment to catch my breath. “Wow, what a way to start the year off,” I say while trying to relax so my heart can beat normally again.
He laughs as he says, “I agree.” His voice drops to a whisper and he stares deep into my eyes as he murmurs, “I love you Gina.”
“I love you too.”
The way Sam is staring at me, I know he truly means it but I notice there’s something slightly strange in the way he’s gazing at me. I know it sounds weird but he’s looking at me as if I might suddenly disappear or something. “Sam are you alright,” I ask softly.
He gives me his adorable smile as a response and I feel my knees growing weak again. “Yes Gina I’m fine. I’m just happy to be here with you. And my resolution is I’m going to make you nothing but happy every single day.”
“I would love that,” I respond with a smile while wrapping my arms around his neck.
He starts to kiss me again but I hear Tiffany, Diane and Amber rush over and Sam releases me. He gives me a wink and I turn to face my friends as we all hug and wish each other well for the New Year. Charlie also comes over and after being very polite to my friends he gives me a big hug. I glance over at Sam and he appears to be a little nervous while Charlie hugs me but quickly smiles when he catches me looking at him. But I can’t shake the expression on his face as I wonder what that was about.
We party an hour more but I start to feel that I’ve had enough and I’m ready to go home. Not that I’m a party pooper or anything but I really want to be alone with Sam and by the look on his face, I think he feels the same way. We’re in each other’s arms dancing to an Adele song and I lean a little closer so I can whisper, “Are you having fun?”
“I’m having the time of my life,” he replies back softly while his fingers tenderly touch my face.
I smile and let my lips brush against his cheek while I murmur, “So I guess there’s no chance you’ll want to leave with me now?” He stops moving to look at me and I smile again while I add, “I’m just saying I would like some time with you away from the party crowd.”
Sam is quiet for a moment until a grin spreads on his face. He gives me a quick kiss before saying, “I’m ready when you are Gina.”
That is all the incentive I need to get the heck out of here. He heads off to the coat check while I search for Tiffany and find her dancing with her date and as I approach her I can tell she’s had one too many glasses of champagne. She’s giggling away as I tap her on the shoulder and say, “Tiffany, hey, I’m gonna head on home now.”
“Already,” she asks. I nod and she says, “Okay. Did you have fun tonight?”
I nod while replying, “Yes I had a blast.”
“I’m glad. Oh just to let you know, I’m gonna crash at Scott’s tonight.”
Scott, her date, is a cute guy with brown hair and gorgeous blue-grey eyes. Honestly I can’t blame her and I know nothing I say will change her mind either so I mumble, “Oh okay.”
“So you and Sam will have the place to yourself,” she says mischievously.
I feel myself slightly blush as I mumble, “Um thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” She hugs me and whispers “have fun.”
I just roll my eyes as I hug her back. I understand what she’s trying to do and I blush deeper at her gesture but my stomach begins doing flip-flops at the thought of totally being alone with Sam tonight. If I was sexually active like she was, I would be excited but since I’m still a virgin, I’m a bit more anxious. Sam already expressed that he wants to wait for my first time to be special but I didn’t care about that. It didn’t matter when it happened just as long as he is the one I give my virginity to. The more I think about it the more I know that I want to be with him physically. Now I’m going to have to find a way to make him understand that. I search the club and smile when I see Sam by the door waiting with my coat in his hands and we head out the club to retrieve his car and get on our way back to my house.
During the car ride home, I replay the sex conversation we had earlier in my head. Sam knew how I felt so I still can’t understand why he’s so determined for my first time with him to be special. Does he think I want the whole candles, flowers and soft music cliché? Please, I am so over that. All I want is him and now I feel confident enough to tell him how I feel tonight.
We reach the house quicker than I anticipated and I know it is now or never. I turn to face him and after clearing my throat I softly ask, “Would you mind staying with me tonight?” I look down nervously at my hands since I don’t want to see the expression on his face. I’m sure he thinks that I’m trying to push myself on him (well technically I kind of am but I won’t tell him that) so I quickly add, “We don’t have to do anything but I really don’t wanna be alone while Tiff’s gone for the night. I’ll feel better knowing you there in the house with me.”
I feel silly for babbling like an idiot and I’m sure I must have looked like one too but Sam just smile as he softly replies, “Sure if that’s what you like.”
Studying his expression he appears to be a little nervous too. Isn’t that usually how people act before the deed is done? Of course I’m not sure but we both head inside and take a seat on the couch. He naturally puts his arm around me while I lay my head against his shoulder.
“Thank you for convincing me to go tonight. I really did have a lot of fun,” I say softly.
He uses his other hand to gently stroke my face, which sends a slight shiver down my spine (I’m use to his cold touch by now but still had no clue to why he was so cold all the time) as he murmurs, “You’re very welcome.”
I sigh as I say, “I wish I was able to speak to Stacy though. I wanted to apologize for what I said to her earlier.”
I thought for a brief moment his body tensed up but he continues to comfort me as he asks, “Did the fight get uglier over the course of the evening?”
“No it didn’t,” I reply. “It’s just that we haven’t spoken since that heated exchange between us and I wanted to settle things with her. Start the year with a clean slate. But I couldn’t find her and Amber said she might have ran off somewhere with her date.”
Sam’s body tenses and this time I notice. I look at his face, which is expressionless while he responds, “Well you can call her in the morning. I’m sure she’s just as anxious to apologize to you as well.”
His voice trails off and I forgot he’s not very fond of Stacy so I decide to change the subject. I purse my lips to say something to get his mind off her but his lips want to have a different kind of conversation with me instead as his lips land on mine. This kiss has the same heated intensity as the one he gave me at midnight at the party and my body instantly responds. I adjust my body so that I’m sitting on his lap while my arms are wrapped around his neck. I feel his hands rub me up and down my back and a small moan manages to escape my lips. His desire is matching mine and when the kiss ends, he also lets out a moan while staring deeply into my eyes. He swallows hard as he murmurs, “Gina I…”
“Wait,” I interject. I stroke his face while holding his gaze as I softly say, “Sam I want to do this. I appreciate that you are being so respectful about this decision and how you want it to be extra special and all but I love you and that’s enough for me. You’re the one I want to give myself to but if you don’t want me the same way…”
He cuts me off with another kiss before saying, “Of course I do. You honestly have no idea how badly I want you.” He sees the confusion on my face but he continues, “I just want you to understand the special gift you have. When you give someone your virginity, you have to be sure that the man you choose is worthy of that gift. You only lose it once so it’s not something that should be taken lightly. I just want you to be sure that you want it to be me.”
Listening to him I couldn’t believe what Sam was saying. How can he think that he’s not worthy enough to ‘deflower’ (I really hate that expression) me? How can he not realize that my heart only beats for him? Not only does it beat for him, I know I want to be with him for the rest of my life. I love him and to me that makes him worthy.
“Sam, it’s my choice right?” After he nods his head I smile while adding, “Good because this is my choice. I chose you. There is no one else I want to have this but you.” My voice is shaking as I feel the tears build up but I blink hard to keep them from spilling over. “I know I will never feel this deeply about anyone ever in my life again. In fact, I don’t ever want to think that I’ll have to find anyone else. You’re the only one I want. You’re the one I deem worthy.”
When I’m finally able to look at him, his face seems to have so many emotions that I don’t know if he is angry or happy or what. It’s like he is internally debating on what he should do. I want to kick myself for opening my big mouth and I think about whether I should just wait and tell him we can do this another day. Sam gently takes my face into his hands and asks, “Are you sure?”
“Yes I am sure.”
I don’t need to say another word. He begins kissing me again while I feel the bun in my hair come undone and fall down my back. I’m so dizzy from his kiss that I didn’t feel when he stands up with me in his arms and carries me up the stairs.
The sun is shining brightly in my face when morning comes around and I hide my face under the covers. It is when I stir that I remember what happened and I immediately sit up even though I would love to sleep for another hour. But that extra hour of sleep is the least of my concerns because I recall how my evening ended and I only focus on one important fact.
I didn’t sleep alone last night!
I look over next to me but Sam isn’t in the bed and instead there is a note on a pillow letting me know he is downstairs waiting for me to join him. I smile at the memory of last night and get out the bed.
We had sex. I can’t believe it actually happened and I know I won’t be able to erase the huge smile from my face for a long time. I recall every moment from the beginning when Sam brought me up to my room. We didn’t just strip and go at it like wild animals like couples do in the movies. He first undressed me slowly and stared at me before taking me back into his arms. But when he got naked, I remember my eyes falling right to his groin area and I nearly lost my balance when I saw the size of his penis thinking will he break me in half with that thing. Boy is Sam blessed.
He sensed my anxiety and I’m sure he was ready to put a halt to what was happening but I wasn’t backing down and to show him I opened my arms for him and he scooped me up into his and kissed me. When we did get into the bed, he was so sweet and gentle with me and he always made sure that I was comfortable or that he wasn’t hurting me too much. I guess my wincing in the beginning didn’t help since it was a little painful at first but once he picked a slow rhythm when he began to move, it became bearable and I succumbed to the pleasure of the moment. He made my body come alive and I felt like the sexiest woman in the world and when we were done he held me in his arms until I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face. I have to say for a first experience, last night was truly the best night of my life.
I start humming as I’m throwing on a t-shirt and pajama pants but my mood shifts a little when I step on something. I look down where I notice there are little pieces of wood on the floor scattered about. Puzzled, I look around and find more around the bed and that’s when I see my headboard is totally destroyed.
I’m stunned as I survey the damage. I pick up a few pieces to inspect them and I notice that not only is it broken but also the piece in my hand looks like somebody literally chewed on it. How did this have happened? And more importantly, is Sam hurt? Is that why he didn’t wake me up? Could he have gotten hurt somehow? I don’t hesitate a second longer as I drop the wood back on the floor and run down the stairs to see if he is alright. I’m imagining about a few different scenarios surrounding Sam of course all leading to the worst but I find him in the kitchen by the coffee maker. He turns when I enter and gives me a huge smile.
“Good morning,” he says and walks over to give me a morning kiss.
“Morning.”
“Are you hungry? I could fix you breakfast if you like.”
“Okay thanks.”
Sam’s mood is infectious because I find myself smiling and since he doesn’t appear to be hurt I hold off on questioning him for a few minutes. I don’t want to dampen the morning when he’s willing to make me breakfast. That would just be rude. He goes over to the fridge and after staring inside for a few moments he turns to gaze at me sheepishly and says, “I have a confession to make. I’m not real good in the kitchen.”
