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Sinking into Skin

“You know I love you, right?” I hear her speak up from behind me.  The voice jars me away from the lines of text inside my book.

“Save it.  I’m in the middle of something right now.”  I move my thumb to my place in the passage and glance sideways at Serina from the chair I had sunken deep into.  She pushes herself away from my seat gracefully, avoiding eye contact.  Her arms are held behind her back, hands grasping onto each other coyly as she slinks around the room.  Tiptoeing away slowly, she acts as if the books on my shelf suddenly catch her interest.

“What are you talking about?”  Serina hums.  “I just want to tell you how much I love you.”

“It’s always the same with you… surprising me like each time you want to do it.  There’s no buildup.”  I replied, sticking my finger between the individual pages to place the book face down on my lap.  The hair on my neck prickles as a gust of wind runs down the chimney and into the room.  The fire wavers and roars back to life, spraying a burst of glowing embers onto the hearth.  Tiny bits of grey ash float down through the air, dancing in the flickering light.

“I guess there’s no fooling you.”  Serina spins on her heel, turning to look at me.  One side of her face is cast in shadow, and I can make out the corners of her lips turn up in a sly smile.

“How many times have we been through this?  Besides, I don’t believe your kind can even feel love, can they not?”  I concede to placing down the book on the rough table besides me, shoving the crystal drinking glass aside.

“Perhaps we do, perhaps we don’t.  We are like you though… we have certain needs.  I’m just fulfilling mine.”  Serina licks her lips, and I grab onto the armrests of the chair, wrestling to rise up from the soft cushion.  The girl daintily twirls around the room like a ballerina, her dark dress catching the air as she moves back to the lounge.  “You’re the one I’ve chosen to do it with.  That’s a privilege, some might say.”

The blood rushes to my head as I get to my feet, and I can feel the room swaying back and forth with each blink of my eyes.  “Who says that?”  I ponder out loud, hefting myself around the chair.  Serina is stretched out on the lounge, bare legs swinging back and forth, casting long slender shadows on the back wall.

“Well… there are others who are simply used, then discarded.  Their existence doesn’t provide anything else than that.   You’re… special.”  Serina explains, as her mouth widens to a devilish smile.  Her silvery teeth gleam behind a pair of supple, ruby lips.

As I hobble to the lounge, Serina shifts to the end, dangling her feet off the edge.  Her knees come together shyly, and her dress drapes down over her alabaster-toned thighs.  I find my own place on the lounge and lay back, pulling my legs to rest on the rough embroidered fabric.

Laying my head back against the firm cushion, I stare up at the ceiling, examining the shadows cast by the hand-carved molding above me.  Serina’s tender hands grab onto my shins, and move upwards.  Glancing down, I spot her obsidian dark hair coming towards me.  Her face pops up from between the wavy bangs hanging down from her forehead, and she makes eye contact.  In the darkness, her pupils widen, focusing on my face.

“Just get this over with.”  I shrug, rolling my head back.

“I thought you would never ask.”  She teases.  I feel her pelvis press into mine, and her arms lean against my chest.  Sucking in a shallow breath, I feel her arms slide down, finding my fingers to intertwine in hers.  Her soft palms caress mine, if only for a moment.

Behind the layers of fabric making up her dress, I can feel her petit breasts pressing into my chest.  My heart beats loud.  She notices, pulling herself back away from me, returning her hand to my torso.  Her hand dances just above where my heart is beating.  I can hear her let out a small, singular laugh and I close my eyes.  Her arms shoot around underneath mine, wrapping around to grab my shoulders from the other side.  Her head shoots forwards and I can feel the strands of hair against my cheek.  Her teeth meet the tender flesh of my neck.

Her fangs sink in.  It doesn’t hurt this time.  It hasn’t for a while now.  It did the first few times she tried it, but even then, the sensation didn’t last long.  I don’t know how to describe it.   Her warm saliva makes contact with my skin, and the bottom set of teeth, flat like normal, occasionally brushe the skin just north of my collar bones.

I can feel her heart beat now.  Her warm, slender body lays on top of mine, unmoving.  Away from the fireplace, the cold air catches up with me, and I wrap my arms around her waist.  She feels tiny, as if I could breaker her if I squeezed too hard, although I know that could never happen.  Serina maintains contact with my neck and doesn’t seem to react otherwise.

The images in my head start to dance, and I can feel a loud thumping in my ears.  Serina’s fingernails, now dug into my shoulders, release.  With a slight moist sound, she pulls away, brushing the long hair out of her face.  I let my arms fall off her waist.

I take a deep breath and catch her gaze.  A small drip of crimson liquid catches at the side of her mouth.  I can see her nostrils flare before she moves her tongue to the side to catch it.  “You taste different.”  Serina announces.  “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”

I peer back at the glass on the table.  The two ice cubes from before had melted almost completely, the tiny remaining chunks shining in the light of the fire.  “To be honest, I didn’t dislike it.”  She announced finally, before turning quickly and leaving the room.  “Goodnight then.”

I breath out deeply, readjusting my collar back up around my neck.  My arms feel heavy, and I can’t bring myself to move off the lounge just yet…

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