Vladimir kicked the back of his friend’s chair. He was extremely bored, and wanted attention. All he could see was (h/l), (h/c) hair, which then moved. He leaned forward and kicked again, and was face-to-face with the girl, (e/c) staring into his red ones.
“You smell nice.” She glared and groaned, turning back around. “No, seriously, give me attention. I’m bored over here.” She hesitated, but then turned around sharply and pointed at finger at him.
“Vladimir, I swear, you get me in trouble again, and I’ll rip your head off.” He grinned and licked his lips. Smirking, she relaxed, unable to really be angry with him. He played with her hair, twirling it around on his finger.
His breath hitched in his throat and he tilted his head, saliva filling in his mouth. “Vreau să te gust…” Her head snapped up from looking at her lap, and she raised an eyebrow. Shaking his head, he swallowed and smiled. “I said I’m hungry. When will lunch time be?”
She laughed, tapping his nose with a single, delicate finger. “You sound like a little kid.” Senses going crazy, he grabbed her hand and closed his mouth around her finger, sliding his tongue over the skin. Some people gasped, and his friend gave him a shocked look. Taking her hand back, she slapped his forehead. “I’m not you’re food, gosh.”
Embarrassed, Vladimir turned his head and covered his mouth. She did taste good, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he suppressed a moan as her flavor of sweetness was still lingering. To him, most people tasted bad. It wasn’t if they were clean or dirty, but the type of endorphins they gave off. And his friend’s, (Name), was the best.
The bell rang, and he grabbed her hand, pulling her to the rooftop, where they usually ate. It was driving him crazy, and he wasn’t going to let her get away now. He grabbed her arms and shoved her against the fence, grazing his lips over her neck. She gasped and tried to push him away, every angry.
“Vladimir, what the hell? What are you doing?” He grabbed her hands and pulled them to the side.
“I’m sorry, _____.” He licked her neck, and sank his fangs into her skin. She gave a cry, and he squeezed her hands. The warm blood seeped out and he sucked, pleased with the taste. She moaned, body sinking to the ground, but he held her up. He forgot, the one he took blood from was receiving a sort of pleasure. Releasing her, he dropped to his knees and held her to him.
“Esti atāt de delicios. Mulțumesc, _____.” She looked up at him, eyelids low and her mouth parted. Licking his lips again, this time to clear the blood, he pressed his mouth to hers, slipping his tongue in and exploring. He never meant to do this, but she was just so tempting, but most of all, he loved her.
Taking her hands in his, he pulled back and smiled. Her body paled and he grew scared. Laying her down, he grabbed her lunch and ripped it open, sitting her up again and feeding her. Laughing, she took the fork and shoveled the rice mixture in her mouth.
“Te iubesc.” He whispered, gazing at her, never blinking so he could take in her beauty. Her eyes moved up to his, and she smirked. Seductively licking her fork, she crawled over to him.
Kissing his lips lightly, she whispered back, “I love you too, Vladimir.”