The Effects of Being Bitten By Your Best FriendMature

When I awoke the following morning, I knew that something was dead wrong.

Quiora was wrapped around me, his teeth grazing my neck as he gave me little love bites. I knew everything from the previous night had been utterly real but I found no blood on the walls, fresh linen on my bed and my pyjamas were unripped and my underwear whole.

Everything felt more alive for a strange reason I barely understood. The light from the crack in the curtains - now clean instead of blood-soaked - burned my eyes. The soft sheets felt more arousing and the sensation of his little bites on my ear and neck were down right obscenely sexy. The quite, lazy sound of his heart beat was defening.

"Good morning," he whispered but it sounded more like a shout.

I hadn't been drinking last night so it sure wasn't a hangover. "Morning," I mumbled, shoving my head under to pillow.

He chuckled and kissed my shoulder. "Feeling a little sensitive, are we?" he murmured as his denim-clad leg brushed my ankle where I was bunched up in a ball. "Do you want a bath?"

"Mmm," I groaned. "Oh, yeah. Bath. Bath would be good."

He laughed and yanked the pillow out from over my head so he could kiss me gently. "Y'know, Cass, I absolutely adore you," he said softly, passionately.

"Really," I snorted, yanking back the pillow. "Love you, too, honey."

His fingertips grazed my inner thigh, causing gooseflesh to ripple and a flood of liquid heat to permeate my core. A little whimper tore from me when he stroked me through the shorts.

"Hm, looks like you're still up for more," he growled, flipping me onto my back and claiming my mouth in a hungry tongue war.

"Stop it," I gasped. "Just stop, please, Quiora."

He smiled and nodded. "Okay. If you're not in the right mood, I won't force you, beautiful."

"What did you do to me?" I groaned, sitting up even though I felt like my back was about to shatter.

"I changed you," he grinned, revealing sharp, dagger-like fangs in the place of his canine teeth. "I staked my claim to you and changed you."

I narrowed my eyes on him. "You claimed and changed me?!" I growled.

He nodded, utterly calm and collected. "Into a vampire, the same thing I am. Except we weren't always called that. You should know that I'm part of the Cainite clan - good vampires who usually abstain from both sex and blood but not the rock and roll."

"Vampires?" I said with a raised brow. "You're taking your little fantasy too seriously, babe."

"I'm not." His eyes grew hard and his grip on my wrists tightened. "I am dead fucking serious, Cassie."

My eyes widened. "V-vampires don't-don't exist!" I protested, struggling against him.

He laughed evilly. "They do. Oh, God, yes, they do."

"Then tell me this: why turn me?!" I screamed at him.

"Because I love you and I want to stay with you for ever," he snarled, then kissed me long, deep and hard.

I wrenched my mouth from his. "No!"

"Yes," he purred. "You see, there are four main clans of vampire, Cassie. I am a Cainite, directly turned by Cain himself. The other three are the Abeleers, the Night Children and the Star Bournes. You are allowed to choose which clan you belong to when I present you to the Four Elders. They will test your skills, make a bid for you and you get to choose which clan you want to belong with."

"And why should I?" I sobbed, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Because you will die without a clan. Most like to go it alone once they belong but you are very new and therefore can't live without a clan." He kissed my forehead and released my wrists. "And I don't want to do on without you."

The End

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