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"No bodies in three months, a new record." 

The dim fluorescent lights above hum a tired song and the jukebox, much out of tune, quietly huffs out a string of fickle notes in the corner— a tangible reflection of the boredom and solemn you feel inside as you wipe away at the same spot on the counter for the umpteenth time. The man's words momentarily pull you out of the robotic daze you often slip into while at work. It was one of the two policemen that sat at the counter; a young, skinny man whose navy uniform was nicely pressed, badge smart, talking. They converse over untouched cups of nighttime coffee, much cold, now. Your ears perk up, intrigued by the discussion occurring a few feet in front of you. At the information he’s revealed, you have an inkling of why that’s the case. You continue to busy yourself so as to not raise suspicion that you’re eavesdropping.

"Don't get too excited, boy. It's around this time of year the toll starts to rise." The older, seasoned officer warns. He's stocky with a peppery beard, worn badge, dark uniform that is incredibly wrinkled, and it matches the tired lines of his face. He reaches forward, finally taking a gulp of the bitter coffee.

"Well, we need to hold on to the little hope we have that those… vampires … have started abiding by the law." The fashion in which the young officer articulates the word 'vampires,' lips curling around the syllables in pure revulsion gives you a good idea of what the man thinks of the species. You gnaw on your lip as discontentment starts to bubble-up inside. The young, brunette officer mirrors the older's actions, sipping on the coffee and he tries to hide how his face contorts in disgust behind the mug.

The two policemen recently started frequenting the establishment at the same late hour every night, having conversations of cases or civilians over nothing more than black coffees. But, the topic, You have quickly learned, they discussed most was of vampires. Once careful of what they'd say, their comfortability, to their dismay, permitted their true feelings to show, staining the little image you had of them like the coffee they drink. You gnaw on her lip harder.

"As long as the public don't throw a hissy-fit about it, we'll just continue to control them the best we can." He scratches at his scruffy beard, dismissing the other officer's words in his thick voice, followed by a heavy sigh. He remains unbothered in the way he takes another greedy chug.

Your eye twitches at his words. You know why people are aloof, even hostile, towards vampires, but you don’t understand . You never will and don't even want to try. Anger starts to prick at your skin, but still, you don't cut-in and keep your restraint tight as a wire, instead. You just continue to drag the rag further down the counter, discreetly inching closer to the men.

"Can't do much controlling when they're not in cuffs." The brunette snorts bitterly, and it's an ugly sound, before adding, "can't believe we haven't caught them yet— those damned reclusive bastards ." He grumbles harshly.

The little restraint you were holding onto tightly suddenly snaps, and without much control, the words spill out of your mouth as you slam your hands down on the counter, watching as the men startle on their barstools. "Has it ever occurred to you guys why they are reclusive? Or is all that runs through those big, prejudiced heads the latest bit of gossip?"

The policemen only look at you, wide-eyed. You don't give them the courtesy of answering before continuing. "If you were more accepting of them, they wouldn't be forced into reclusion." You spit, throwing the rag down on the counter you’ve cleaned about 15 times. You’re about to leave when you have half the mind to add, looking over your shoulder, " pigs, " before storming off to the back, a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins from confronting the men as you do so.

You hear their deep grouches of angry calls when you join your manager in the back.

"Hey, Mandy. I'm clocking out." You inform as you immediately begin undoing the ties of your apron. The cream, cottony ties whip around as you unravel them swiftly.

"Alright." Is all Mandy mumbles, flatly, as she scrolls through something on her phone.

You move about the room with hurried steps and angry huffs, wanting nothing more than to get out of the vicinity of the cops you just told off— their aggravated grumbles can still be heard. You pray to a god you don’t believe in that they won't jump over the counter and do something irrational.

The locker door slams shut on its squeaky hinges, having shut it with more force than necessary, after you’d gathered your things. Mandy finally looks up from her device.

"Are you okay? You seem like you're in a rush to leave."

"Yeah, there's a couple of asshole cops out there... you might want to close early, Mandy."

"Did they bother you?" Mandy asks, a slight frown on her face.

You think over the question as you slip on your jacket before answering, slowly, "something like that."

"What...?"

You don't elaborate, too focused on getting the hell out of the diner as quickly as possible. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you don't forget to wave a quick ‘bye’ to a confuzzled Mandy as you slide out of the back door.

You’re out into the night. Cool, autumn air brushes your cheekbones softly every time you glance over your shoulder. You are well accustomed to walking home late at night. The moon hanging in the sky– you like to think it’s watching over you, shining a silvery path to guide you home. It always gives you a strange sense of comfort. But now, there’s something eerie about it. You’re not sure if it’s the paranoia that rests in the pit of your stomach, but you feel as though you’re being watched. At the prospect, your footsteps quicken, now bounding down the sidewalk, stepping over each crack on the balls of your feet. You’re too nervous to look back now. You think that if you keep looking forward, no one will appear behind you. Letting out a frustrated whimper, you clutch the bag on your shoulder tighter. You hate feeling this way.

As you turn the corner, it’s not the cool air that sends a shiver down your spine, it’s the shadow you swear you see dart somewhere behind a tree in your peripheral vision.

Shit.

The cops wouldn’t be in the trees, right? The thought runs through your mind, and you imagine the brunette policeman lurking in the shadows. Dammit– why did your mind have to conjure that image up? 

You’re still a ways away from home, at least five or six more blocks to go. You look out at the empty street ahead, mind calculating an estimation as you watch the orangey glow of the street lamps flicker. Another whimper escapes your mouth as you try to figure the math for the equation: distance = speed × time, looking up for a moment at the freckled-stars above.

“ Hey .”

You’re suddenly snapped out of your thoughts of the math equation (that was taking way too long to solve for your age) from the voice that sounds behind you. You nearly jump out of your skin, a loud yell ripping out of your throat before you can think, and you whip around to see who the voice belongs to.

You meet a pair of narrowed, icy eyes with your own. The moonlight shines in them, giving them this hypnotic, iridescent sparkle. Equally sparkling, sharp canines dazzle back at you– an amused smile– and you feel relief wash over you like you’ve been christened, but the creature in front of you is anything but holy.

“Billie,” You sigh, nerves eased at seeing the familiar face, “you almost gave me a heart attack.”

The creature, Billie, chuckles, a smirk playing on her lips. “Sorry for the scare, dollface. Couldn’t help myself.”

Normally, something like this wouldn’t startle you. You were well accustomed to the little antics Billie often enjoys pulling. But because you’re so paranoid that those damned policemen are following you, specifically the brunette one you’re still scared could possibly be hiding behind the nearest tree– you couldn’t help but be scared out of your wits. The paranoia had you so terrified you started doing fucking math .

You shake your head, feeling your face flush (not from the cold), still feeling a little shaken up. “Yeah, of course you couldn’t. You and your damned silent feet.” You grumble. You’ll never get used to that.

“You know it’s my thing.”

Billie’s eyes slowly drag over your form, taking in the slight trembling of your body. She clearly enjoyed frightening you, and though she apologized, she wasn’t all that sorry. At the same time, you stare back at her, but it’s more of an ogle as you take in the sight of her. From the top– her immaculate, ravenette hair and the moonlight that hits the edges of the flyaways, painting the small hairs a stark-white. Her grown out bangs and the other layers framing her sharp face. Down to her outfit– a long sleeved, maroon sweater and baggy, black pants. Her look is so simple for being something as eccentric as a vampire. Your heart rate starts to race for other reasons, now.

Billie only grins, dimples in her pale cheeks. “I take it work’s over, huh?”

You huff at the reminder as the two of you fall into step. “Yeah, it is. It was a pretty slow day…” You pause for a moment, thinking. “Why are you out here ?”

“Just roaming around.” She shrugs, looking up at the night sky as they walk, hands shoved in her pant pockets.

That’s another thing you’ve got accustomed to– her short, simple answers. 

She does add, with a playful nudge, “Thought I’d keep you company.”

You nod, smiling gently, feeling grateful you don't have to walk alone. “Thanks… Actually, it’s good that you’re here. There were these two asshole cops back at the diner at the end of my shift.”

Billie’s eyebrows raise at that and she looks over at you with a frown. “Asshole cops, huh? What happened?”

You chew on your lip as you recall the encounter and the way you confronted them. Subconsciously, you move closer to Billie, shoulders now brushing. “They were just talking about vampires and stuff.” You let out another sigh that produces a puff of air from the cold, “I’m kinda nervous they’re gonna try looking for me or something…”

“Why do you think they’ll try looking for you? Did you do something?”

There’s a pause before you admit, sheepishly, “Uh, yeah… I did.” You look onwards at the familiar sight of the shape and slopes of the small, old houses coming into view, and you get an idea. “Can I stop by your place? I’d feel better if we weren’t out in the open.”

The smirk Billie wears shifts into a smile. “Of course you can.”

In one swift number, Billie’s suddenly sweeping you off your feet and into her arms. One, strong arm under your legs and the other supporting your back. She continues walking the same as before as if nothing occurred. 

You gasp as it happens, your arms reflexively wrapping around her neck as you hold on for dear life. The flush in your cheeks spread as you whisper-yell– “ Why are you carrying me??”

It’s that damned chuckle again, and that same amused, smirk as she looks down at you when she says, “I’m saving you from a long walk after your shift, what do you mean? Be grateful.”

Your head only spins, heart only races more as you get carried down the street by a creature of the night you call ‘friend’. 

“I don’t know how to feel about this.” Your voice is quiet as you hesitantly allow your head to rest on the top of Billie’s chest.

“Stop bitching then.”

Your head immediately flies back up, jaw dropping in offense. “I’m not bitching!?” You glare at the side of Billie’s face before sighing. “God, I shouldn’t have taught you that word.”

Billie laughs at that, shaking her head as she continues to pad down the sidewalk with you in her arms. “You were.”

As you reach her home, a cottage that sets a good distance from the road with a pair of willow trees in the yard safeguarding the house, she looks you up and down, quickly.  “I’m going to say something and it’s going to embarrass you.”

Your arms wrap around her neck tighter, as if trying to brace yourself for whatever Billie’s about to say. “Oh god, what is it?”

Once Billie has treaded farther down the gravelly pathway to her porch, Billie stops in her tracks and looks down at you again, her smirk never wavering. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

You tsk. “I’m not flustered.” The words come out in a more defensive tone than you would’ve hoped. “I’m just taken aback by your… wackiness .” 

Billie is all too amused at this point to take any of your words seriously. When she reaches the porch, she practically glides up the stairs. “Is it too ‘whacky’ for you to wrap your head around that someone you’re friends with finds you utterly adorable?”

Utterly adorable? You feel a shiver lick up your spine.

“No, no– it’s not that.” You stammer. “It’s the fact that you’re carrying me right now.”

Billie adjusts her hold on you to reach for her keys before unlocking the door and pushing it open with her boot-clad foot. “Is the act of me picking you up and carrying you that mind-boggling?” She teases, finally setting you down smoothly on your feet before whisking around to close the door behind you. 

You cross your arms, a little defiantly, as you turn to look at the vampire, watching as she takes off her boots. “Yes.” Billie quirks her brow at that. “But thanks for the ride, I guess.” 

Billie only rolls her eyes before walking over to the couch off to the side in the living room, plopping down on it. She pats the spot next to her with a small smile. “Sit. We have some stuff to discuss.”

You kick off your sneakers, placing them neatly by the door as your eyes adjust to the dim, warm lighting of the cottage. It’s anything but what someone else would expect a vampire’s house to look like, but to you, it’s normal and just so Billie . You find yourself smiling as you go over to the couch, sitting down on the soft cushions next to her. 

Billie watches as you get comfortable, eyes raking over your form as you take your jacket off, observing the curve of your neck, the way the muscles tense as you lean down to set your bag on the floor. Billie’s eyes linger on the newly-exposed skin for a moment before her gaze settles back on your face.

“So, dollface, tell me about the cop problem.”

You run a tired hand through your hair before speaking. “Well, they were just talking about how there hasn’t been any new deaths to vampires in a few months, and then one of the assholes, who is incredibly prejudiced, by the way, was just saying… hurtful things about you guys.” You don't go into detail about what they actually said just yet, wanting to withhold that part at least a little longer. You can already picture how Billie will react.

Billie rolls her eyes, this time in an annoyed manner, scoffing. “That’s a surprise. Humans being prejudiced against vampires, who would’ve thought?” She says sarcastically, scowling now. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” You frown. You then clear your throat a beat later, growing nervous as you continue to reveal the next part of what happened. “So, um… I might’ve… lashed out on them.”

Billie’s expression morphs from aggravation into amusement again as she lets out a small chuckle. “And what, exactly, does ‘lashing out’ entail?”

“So I might’ve snapped at them and called them pigs.” You deliver the information in one, big breath. 

“... What?”

You sigh before repeating your words slowly.

Billie laughs, pale blue eyes widening in surprise as she leans forward a little. “You did not.” She says, a hint of disbelief in her tone.

You can’t help but smile at the way she looks at you, feeling a little proud. “I did! I couldn’t help it. Usually, I’d stay quiet, but…” You bite your lip.

Billie’s smirk evens out a bit as she watches you bite your lip. “Oh, I know you would, dollface. But…?”

With reluctance, you finally decide to fully tell her the men’s words. “They called you guys reclusive bastards… I couldn’t let that slide.” You frown once more, nervously playing with your fingers as you wait for Billie’s reaction.

Billie’s smirk drops again, and the playfulness in her tone falls away like an autumn leaf when she speaks. “So instead of ‘ letting it slide, ’ you decided to, what? Take on two cops by yourself?” Her eyes narrow, now looking at you with slight disapproval.

You're caught off guard at the swift change of her expression. The frown on your face settles further, and the pride you felt slowly dissipates. “I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing, Billie. They were assholes.” You repeat, trying to justify your actions. 

Billie goes quiet for a moment, her cutting jaw clenching faintly. It’s clear that part of her wants to smack you for doing something as foolish as confronting the cops, but there’s another look of something in her eyes… attraction ? 

“It could’ve escalated into something very dangerous, you know that?” 

You nod like a chastised child, cowering into the couch under her stern gaze. “I know… It’s kinda why I’m scared they’re gonna try to patrol around, looking for me.”

Billie’s expression softens as she sees the shame and guilt on your face. “You think they’d do that?” She asks, voice softer. 

“I don’t know, but I can’t stay here for too long– I’m supposed to babysit, later.” Your words are followed by a heavy sigh.

She nods, a flicker of disappointment on her features as she leans back on the ivory cushions, right hand going to grip the edge of the couch a little too tightly. “When do you have to go babysit?”

You fish your phone from your pocket upon her question to check the time. “In a little less than three hours.”

Billie shifts on the couch as she clears her throat to speak. “You think it’d be too risky to go home right now?”

“Yeah. I really don’t want to risk it.” Your mind conjures up that same image of the young, brunette policeman hiding in the trees. A shiver runs down your spine.

Her eyebrows etch together at the confirmation, and she lets out a troubled sigh of her own. “So… you’ll probably be staying here a while? Until it’s safe to go back out?”

Your heart skips a beat at the thought. “You’ll let me?”

Billie’s long bangs fall in her face from her earnest nodding as soon as the words leave your mouth. “Yes. Definitely. Stay.” 

You sink into the couch as you relax– when did you get so tense? “Thank you. Kinda didn’t want to go out by the hands of two asshole cops.” You half-joke, snorting.

Billie chuckles, and you’re happy to see the smirk return to her pretty lips. “No. You're much better in my hands than in the hands of two dickhead police officers. Much better.”

You hum in agreement as you check something on your phone.

Billie brings a hand up to run her fingers through her black, silky strands. She gives you a languid once-over. “Yeah, much better…” Billie mumbles to herself quietly.

“Huh?” You glance up from the screen.

She shakes her head, huffing, “Nothing.”

As they sit in silence for a few moments, a thought crosses your mind– you have some suspicions to confirm. “Hey, I meant to ask you– remember how I said the cops were talking about the death-toll dropping and all that?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. “That was ‘cause of you, right?”

When Billie goes quiet and scratches the back of her neck bashfully, the smile on your face grows into a grin– partly amused at how sheepish she’s suddenly become, and out of interest. You lean in.“You really listened to me?” You could almost laugh, feeling validated.

Billie nods slowly, scrunching her nose up in that cute way she often does, making her appear innocent. She leans in as well, speaking in a low tone of voice. “Of course, I did, dollface. You’re the sole reason I’ve been digging my fangs into damn rodents . You’ve also kept me distracted with your scolding, and nagging, and bitching.” She grins. “It’s kept me busy these last few months.”

You ignore the ‘bitching’ part and all the other adjectives she’s just listed off, only focusing on the rodent part. Your jaw drops. “ Rodents ??” Billie never told you!

Billie laughs like it’s funny. She nods again as she reaches up and pokes the underside of your chin, closing your mouth for you. “Yeah, dollface . Why d’you think I’ve been on edge the last few months?”

“Oh…” Your mind drifts to the several occasions Billie has had sudden mood swings, when she’d randomly lash out like a bratty teenager or sob in your arms like she’s just had her idle heart broken. It never occurred to you that her diet change was the reason. “I guess it’s probably pretty unsatisfying, huh?”

Billie wrinkles her nose in disgust, rolling her eyes. “Very unsatisfying, actually. But you were being a pain in the ass and insisted I didn’t ‘ take any innocent lives ,’” she says with air quotes, but she’s smiling,“so, rodents it is.”

You pout thinking of all those innocent opossums. You hit her arm playfully. “Yeah, yeah, okay… I just–” You melt into the side of the couch with a sigh as you cross your arms. “I know it’s your nature and all, but… you don’t really need to kill people, do you?”

Billie looks you over once more, only for a moment. “You and I, dollface, have very different definitions of need. Because, yeah, I do need to feed– I have to or I go feral. I’ve never been more close to that than these last few months.”

Guilt stirs in your stomach and you gnaw on your lip, looking down at your lap. You feel selfish for asking so much of her, even though you had good intentions. It’s a conversation that’s come up a few times since the two of you became friends, one that you always find yourself having a hard time navigating. You’re two different species needing two very different things, and you have very different morality levels. You accept that but it does still make you feel some sort of restlessness, or uneasiness– specifically because there’s people, who hate vampires with every bone in their bodies, that’d be happy to stake Billie’s heart at the mere thought .

She sighs after seeing your expression. “Well, we don’t have to, actually … It’s just very , very hard to keep up a diet like this. It’s why a lot of vampires don't do this sort of thing.”

You nod, but you still feel sorry. “I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to do that…”

Billie shakes her head, reaching out, grabbing your chin to gently tilt your head up. “Hey, look at me.” Once your gaze settles on hers, she continues. “I don’t want you to apologize, because I know you’re sorry. But you need to understand that yeah, it kinda sucks being stuck to feeding from rodents,” an involuntary shiver runs through Billie as she mentions the animals, “but I’d rather do that and keep you happy. Got it?”

You smile softly at her reassurance, but that guilt still rests inside. “Yeah, I got it.”

Billie smiles back, satisfied, before sitting back, adjusting her maroon sweater as she does so. “Good, because I’m starting to think I like you too much to lose you.”

Oh…?

“You like me too much, huh?” Your smile grows, and you can’t help but tease her. “But, like, how old are you again?”

She places a dramatic hand over her heart, a look of mock-offense on her face. “That is so rude, to ask a lady her age, y’know?”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Well, I’m sure you’ve met a lot of people like me.”

Billie nods, smirk still playing on those pink lips of hers, playing along. “Oh yeah, I’ve met plenty of people like you, believe it or not. But, you’re one of the less annoying ones, I’ll tell you that.”

Your voice is laced with sarcasm. “Well jeez, aren’t I lucky?”

She reaches out as she pokes at your cheek, watching with great interest as your soft skin dimples under her cold finger. “Very lucky, actually.”

Your heart clenches at her endearing behavior. You bite your lip when a thought suddenly pops into your mind. Your words are falling out of your mouth before you can stop them– as if you would . “What does feeding feel like for you?”

Billie’s eyebrows raise a little, taken aback by the unexpected question. She hums in thought as she rests an arm on the side of the couch, propping her head up in her hand. Something about the simple action causes your heart to clench again. “Well, it’s definitely… a unique experience. It's an adrenaline rush like nothing else, and afterwards, you feel so… satisfied, and–” she gestures with her hands as she describes the way it feels, interlacing her pale hands together “– whole.”

Your curiosity piques. “Yeah?”

She beams at the interest that’s present in your eyes, clearly happy to talk about this. Billie scoots closer, the gap between your bodies on the couch closing. “Yeah, you’re fed, your thirst is sated, and you feel so powerful and in control, and it’s just so…” She pauses, struggling to find the right word, but when she does, her voice lowers an octave. “ Addictive .”

The faint hairs on your arm raise at her tone and the way Billie’s gaze has intensified. You try to keep it cool, nodding. “Y’know, you might want to get that checked out.” You tease.

Billie laughs before wetting her lips. “Okay, like you don’t have any addictive habits yourself. You’re a hypocrite, dollface.”

“Oh, yeah? And what are my habits?” 

She scoffs, as if the answer should be obvious. She then pokes you on the nose this time. “Well, firstly, you like to nag and lecture a lot.”

You sigh inwardly. “That’s just my nature, okay? Kinda like you. You drink blood and I bitch at you.” You chuckle and Billie lets out a few amused huffs herself.

“Are you comparing bitching at me to me needing blood to survive? Because that’s not a very good comparison, love.”

Shit .

“Shit…” You curse under your breath. “Okay, yeah, that isn’t a fair comparison.”

She grins, knowing she’s won that debate “Exactly. So, don’t worry about what I like to do, focus on your bitchy tendencies.”

“God, those rodents sure have given you an attitude.”

Billie’s shoulders shake as she giggles. It’s so light and airy, nothing like you have heard come out of her before, and in that moment, you think she becomes even more attractive than she already was. 

When Billie’s laughter dies, she scoots close enough that your knees touch, and she places a ring-clad hand to your thigh, squeezing it. Her tone is softer, saying, “Y’know, there’s another habit you have…”

“Hm? Like what?”

A genuine smile spreads across her lips. “All those little gifts you give me.” Billie jerks her head in the direction of the shelf.

“Ah, that…” A sheepish smile takes over your lips as your eyes fall on the shelf. You round the coffee table as you go to examine all the trinkets you’ve gotten for Billie on the shelf. “Well, I know how much you love the sun even though you can’t really be in it for long… I just wanted to bring some sunshine into your home.” You shrug, trying to act nonchalant about the gestures, when deep down, they mean so much more to you than that.

The trinkets are all depictions of the sun. Some are small clay sculptures, some elaborate works of art, others more abstract in their creation. Billie had proclaimed one summer night that she absolutely adored the sun and the warmth of it on the rare occasions she was out during the day. Because of this, she has several sun motifs in her house– printed patterns of suns on couch-pillows, towels, blankets– anything she could find. You made it a point to give her little suns since that day, not realizing you’d become the sunshine that fills Billie’s home.

Billie’s footfalls are quiet as she moves to stand behind you. “May I ask you something?” 

“Hm?”

There’s hesitation that delicately chops her motion, but ultimately, she gives in. Billie steps forward, resting her hands on your shoulders, holding them in her gentle palms as she scans your face. She drinks in a gulp of air, expression on her sharp features a tender mix of curiosity and adoration, with a hint of a certain sadness you can’t quite place in her eyes. “Why do you… bother with me?”

Wanting to keep the mood light, you reply with an easy smile, “Because I like you, duh .”

She scoffs at that, like the answer you give is so genuine and simple that it almost sounds like an insult. Billie shakes your shoulders to grab your attention, body sloping closer, eyes fixed on yours. “I know. But why?”

You let out some nerves at the proximity with a small huff, silently hoping Billie doesn’t notice it. She definitely did. “I don’t know… you’re just so kind and caring to me, always looking out for me whenever you can. You were there for me when I needed you most. I really appreciate that, Billie.” Your playful smile goes as tender as the look in Billie’s eyes.

Billie blinks a couple times, as if to gather her bearings. Her gentle hold on your shoulders turns gripping, like she’s scared you’ll float away and disappear behind the clouds. “And… you don’t think I’m a freak of nature?” A laugh follows her question, trying to keep her tone light, but there’s a subtle vulnerability to her words as she stands there expectantly.

You pick up on it. A small strand of midnight hair twists in between your index and thumb fingers as you tuck it behind her ear. She looks oddly human with this air of vulnerability, with her face bathed in a warm glow– she’s absolutely lovely.

“No, I don’t, Bils.” You say, gently. Though the look in Billie’s eyes pulls at your heartstrings, you were never really one to remain serious for too long. “I mean, you’re freaky but you’re not a freak of nature.” 

Billie’s laugh is more like a relieved sigh, and it’s all exhaled in one, springy breath. She jokingly shakes your shoulders once more. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? You calling me a damn freak?”

You double down. “Yeah, biting people in the neck and all is pretty freaky , y’know?”

“Hm. Says the one who’s completely unfazed by the fact that I can suck the life right out of your body. You don’t think that’s a little freaky, dollface?”

You shiver playfully– Billie would never do such a thing. Being bold, you say, “I don’t know, that kinda turns me on.”

Billie’s eyes widen in surprise and her grasp on you tightens. Clearly, something’s been stirred inside her. She takes in another bit of air as she swallows, and you watch as her faint adam's apple bobs. Carefully, with her tone oddly calm, she breathes out, “That so?”

“Maybe.” You smirk. You turn slightly to grab one of the trinkets off the shelf before slipping out of her hold, taking steps that are all-too quick to hide how Billie’s affecting you as you head for the couch.

Billie stands there for a moment, frozen like a statue. She pulls on the collar of her sweater like she’s suddenly grown hot before whipping around. Funnily enough, she unknowingly mimics your earlier swift footsteps, but unlike you, her feet cross the floor with more grace than is humanly possible. After sitting, she watches intently as the human in front of her plays idly with the trinket in her hands. “Whatcha got there?” 

You feel a little thankful that the conversation shifts.

“It’s just the very first gift I gave to you when you revealed your vampirism to me, as a thank you.” You smile to yourself at the precious memory, recalling the look of relief and happiness in Billie’s eyes. You spin the miniature sun on its tiny axle, watching the rays curl from the motion.

Billie hums, curling her lips. The action causes one of her canines to poke out. “You remember that?”

There's a lilt of mock-offense present in your tone when you speak, lifting your head. “Of course, I do!” You add, “–I was so honored that you told me something so personal.”

Both of Billie’s pretty, pearly canines are on display now. “Hey, don’t get sappy on me, dollface. I might get the wrong idea.”

“And what idea would that be?”

Billie pauses, considering her next words. “That you might… like like me, or something.”

The laughter erupts out of you once you register her choice of words. Something about Billie, a vampire, using the phrase ‘like like’ is very entertaining. “ Like like you? What are we, in fifth grade?”

Your contagious laughter seems to coax a chuckle out of Billie. “I don’t know, it’s just the first thing that came to mind.” The prospect of that phrase popping into her head before anything else only makes you laugh harder. “Would you rather me say ‘fancy’ instead?”

“God, you’re so old…” You shake your head, grinning. From time to time, it slips your mind that Billie isn’t a young adult like you, until you see those dazzling fangs.

Billie scoffs silently. “I’m not old, I’m vintage .”

“Right. We’ll go with that.”

She nods before leaning her back against the armrest, bringing a leg up to plant her foot on the couch as she gets comfortable. There’s a cheeky look on her face. That can’t be good . “So, dollface, humor me for a moment. I answered a couple of your questions, now you answer some of mine.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“You were over here asking me what it feels like being a vampire and yada yada yada. But you know what I’ve been wondering?”

You cross your arms, wondering where Billie’s taking the conversation with that lopsided grin. 

“Why do you always smell so fucking good?”

Your eyes widen for a mere second. You hadn’t anticipated that, but you perk up. “It’s probably the vanilla-bean perfume I got a few days ago. D’you like it?”

Billie shakes her head at your innocence. The leg she has on the couch tucks under her butt as she brings herself closer. She looks at you with a raised brow, amused by your answer. “I don’t mean your perfume. I mean you . You always smell like… something sweet and fresh…” Your eyes drop to the subtle twitching of her nose, then back up to see her pupils dilate. “I could pinpoint you from a mile away–” 

Without warning, a pained sound escapes Billie’s lips, and her hand flies to her jaw. You straighten up further, quick to place a comforting hand on her shoulder as you look at her with worry. “Hey, you okay?”

Billie nods as her eyes flutter closed, dark brows now etched in a pained frown. She opens her eyes a few beats later. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just give me a second, okay?”

You nod slowly as you lean away reluctantly. Your fingers return to playing with the trinket, but your eyes stay locked on Billie’s face, trying to assess the level of pain she’s in and if she’s actually okay. You know exactly what’s going on. 

She takes a deep breath, shaking her head a little as if that’ll help the pain go away. And seemingly, it does. Maybe it's some sort of vampire thing– but her back straightens nonetheless, appearing more composed. “Mm. Okay, I’m good.”

You study her face for a second more. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m alright.” Billie blows out a tiny breath before smiling.

You’re not all that convinced, but you continue the conversation, another burning thought at the forefront of your mind. “Could I ask you something else?”

“Yeah, of course. What is it?”

You distract yourself with the trinket that rests in your palm. It’s a question you’ve been wanting to ask for a while, but have always been too nervous to. Something about tonight is giving you the confidence to be more direct than usual, to say what’s on your mind, and god… you’re so damn curious– more than curious about this because you want it to happen– to you . Your pointer finger twirls the tiny sun. “Um… d-do you know how the person who… gets bitten feels?”

Billie gives a light nod. “You mean like while they’re getting drained?”

Your head tosses back at her frankness, and some of your nerves dispel through your bout of laughter. “No! Not like when they’re dying , just… when you take a little…”

“Oh, just a little bit, huh?” She gives another small, subtle nod in understanding. Billie’s gaze roams over you, tone neutral when she asks, “Why do you ask, love?”

Your heart skips a beat at the new name, but more importantly– oh no . That’s what you were afraid of– her asking why you’re asking. You try to match Billie’s casual tone, not wanting to give away the secret that you want to be bitten and that you’re only asking because... “M’just curious.”

“Curious, huh?” Billie’s hand returns to her cheek, massaging over the skin where her fangs are before it falls back in her lap. Her eyes flicker to your neck as your own eyes flicker to her lips. The air around the two of you steadily grows stuffy. “To answer your question, they feel lots of things. Pain, pleasure, ecstasy.” She takes a pause before continuing to speak. “Pain because of the initial puncture from my fangs, but after a moment, the pain disappears. And I’ve never been told exactly what it feels like from people I’ve fed from– they didn’t get the chance– but I’ve seen the way people look at me afterwards, almost as if they’ve seen god or something. They look at me and I know they’re feeling pure ecstasy, and I know it’s because I injected a little… something… into their blood.”

Your brain attempts to process all of the information she unloads at once. Unintentionally, your mind glues to the act of her biting her victims, doing something as intimate-sounding as that. You feel a sudden, foreign pang of jealousy. Quirking your brow, you ask, “What’s a ‘something’, Billie?”

Billie chuckles at your question, smirk slowly spreading on her plump lips. “What, you trying to extract every secret out of me?”

You shake your head, laughing. “No, I’m just curious.” Lie . 

“Just curious, dollface?” She sounds somewhat unconvinced. She keeps her tone playful. “Maybe I’ll tell you… if you tell me something in return.”

You bite your lip after letting out a hum. 

Billie only grins, her eyes looking you up and down, and something about her gaze is… different, hungry . The gesture immediately ignites something in the pit of your stomach. “A tit for tat, as they say. You give me something, I give you something in return. I tell you one of my secrets, if you tell me yours. Sound good?”

How could you deny that? “Sure.”

She delays her response. You fidget with the trinket in your palm, feeling the tension sharpen. “As to what I’m injecting into their bloodstream after I bite– it’s a little bit of venom.” 

Venom? Goosebumps rise on your skin. “Is it deadly?”

Billie shakes her head, grinning. “No, it’s not deadly. But it’s quite potent.” Her hand absentmindedly goes to your knee as she leans closer, and it takes everything in you not to react to the simple contact. “It leaves the receiver in a state of bliss, almost similar to the sensation of an orgasm– I’ve been told.”

“ Oh ,” you breathe out before you realize. The newly retained “secret” almost sends you reeling as your mind involuntarily starts sculpting curvaceous depictions of you and Billie in various… situations. You shift on the couch, subtly trying to regain some composure. “It’s similar to an orgasm?”

“Yeah, dollface. Very similar. Like I said, pure ecstasy .” Billie’s fingers slowly start tracing over the fabric of your jeans, about mid-thigh, in soft, circular motions.

Her words only make your explicit visions clearer, her touch only makes you feel hotter . You swallow, nodding. “Okay…” You nearly regret starting this conversation, but you don’t want it to end, either.

Billie grins, staring for a few beats. “Okay, now you. Tell me something, dollface.”

You slightly panic. You never had time to think of any secrets to tell her, or at least ones she doesn’t already know. Your mind doesn’t supply you with anything useful– it briefly returns to the deep desire of her fangs sinking into your skin. You only become more hot and bothered and all the more curious due to this venom she’s told you about, but you mentally slap yourself. You hold back telling her those thoughts… for now. “I don’t have any juicy secrets." You pout.

Her brow raises. “No juicy secrets? C’mon –” she drags out the syllables of the last word as if you’ve pulled her leg. “Just tell me something you’ve never told anyone before.”

“Something I’ve never told anyone…”

“It can be anything, big or small.”

The opportunity gets placed so nicely in your lap. Even so, you scan Billie’s face, discerning that small smirk that tugs on the corners of her lips. Your eyes then roam down to the narrow gap in between your bodies. You decide to go for it, to bite the bullet in hopes something– someone– will be biting you in return. 

Without wasting another second, you tell her. “I want to kiss you.”

It’s as if the world shrinks down to this moment, the two of you sitting in the quiet of her home, at the confession. The vampire across from you ceases her pattern-drawing on your thigh, and it’s the dilating of her pupils that sends a chill across your skin. 

A swallow. “You… You do?”

You nod slowly and your throat goes dry, heart pounding as you attempt to gauge her reaction.

Billie hardly gives you any time to even try – in a flash, she’s practically pouncing on top of you, pushing you down onto the couch, thighs straddling either side of your hips, and a shocked gasp is forced from your lungs when your back hits the cushions.

At the change in angle, Billie looks down at you, each hand on the sides of your head. She has you caged-in underneath her. Her hand reaches to take the fucking trinket that is somehow still in your hands, and she places it firmly on the coffee table, eyes never leaving yours as she does so. Your heart pounds in your chest at the sight of her on top of you, at the weight of her body, and that fire she ignited in you earlier burns hotter as her icy gaze bores into you. With a strained voice, she asks– demands , “You sure you want to kiss me, dollface? You do know what that’d lead to, right?”

Her tone has a warning lilt to it as you watch the way her pretty mouth wraparound each word in a husk. You hardly register what she says– it’s not like you were going to heed her words, anyway. So in the hush of the house, your voice is equally as quiet when you whisper, “ please .”

Billie’s nose twitches, and she hesitates for the second time that night. 

“Goddammit,” Is all she’s able to get out before she’s sloping her head down and crashing her lips on yours.  

Everything happens almost too quickly– you’re left gasping into her mouth, but you’re not complaining. You’re not complaining because Billie is finally on top of you, kissing you for the first time like she doesn’t have another thousand years ahead of her. She’s everything you had the pleasure of needing . Her soft, cold lips sliding over yours does absolutely nothing to extinguish the heat that spreads over your skin like wildfire. And though her lips are cool, her tongue is searing when you part your lips as it invades your mouth. Your hands fly up to cup her face.

Billie moans softly and you feel it reverberate in your mouth, your body shudders. The sensual glide of her tongue as it explores your mouth conveys just how badly she’s wanted you, desired you for so long just as you did with her. With a tilt of your head, the kiss deepens, wanting, craving more of her. You can’t think properly, your mind and body quickly clouding over with pure need as you feel her hands move to your waist, running up and down your body as she maps out your clothed-curves.

She breaks the kiss long enough to drink in a single breath before you feel her fangs gently grazing your bottom lip as she sucks on it, and if that didn’t send you reeling, it’s the sudden roll of her hips against yours– fuck.

Heat pools in between your legs and you whimper against Billie’s fervent lips, hands moving from her face to slide over her back, needing something to hold onto as she grinds her hips against yours, harsher than the last. Billie’s hands slip under your work-shirt, rough, chilling fingers starved to touch your skin, and that’s when you pull away.

“T-Take it off, please take it off.” You gasp desperately.

Billie looks at you through her lashes in a daze. Somehow, she manages to keep some front of control as she speaks, but her shaking body betrays her smooth, breathless voice. “Off? My shirt or yours?”

“Both.”

Billie’s lustful grin accompanied with her lips dipping down to teasingly brush over your ear coaxes a pathetic whimper and shiver from you. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, dollface?”

With no shame left, you whisper, “ Yes .”

Billie practically groans at your unabashed response. “Goddamn…” And then she’s sitting up like a spring, pulling at the hem of her maroon sweater, and the little show she puts on as she tugs the fabric off tantalizingly slow causes your breathing to become more labored than it already was. A black, lacy bra is revealed when the sweater gets thrown to the floor, like curtains lifting from a stage to present the expanse of her milky skin, and god, you could drool at the sight.

“You’re so beautiful.” You say, ogling up at her chest and the way the bra cups her generous breasts so perfectly. Your hands politely go to her thighs, fingers twitching there restlessly from the craving to feel them.

Billie smirks down knowingly before brushing her hair back out of her eyes. “You can touch them.”

As soon as she gives you permission, your hands are reaching up to smooth down her collarbones, the top of her chest, and to the desired destination of her boobs. They’re so pretty. Billie watches you with amusement, but her lips part open as your touch elicits a shiver from her. Her cold grip on your waist tightens. “You’re killing me, dollface.” 

In the brief pausing of the heated moment, you’re able to tease her. “But a-aren’t you kinda dead already?” You let out a strained giggle, feeling her thumbs brush your sides. “Fuck, your hands are cold.”

A low chuckle escapes Billie’s lips at your humor, and despite how overcome by desire she looks, she just can’t help smiling at your comment. “Are they too cold?”

“No, no…” You’re quick to blurt out. “I, uh… I like it, I like them.” The words that leave your mouth surprise you– you’re discovering new things about yourself you hadn't known prior to this night.

She hums, hands gripping the hem of your shirt now. “Lift your arms, doll.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you’re brought back to the reality of what’s happening, becoming hyper-aware of the fact that the vampire is straddling your hips, instructing you to raise your arms so she can take your shirt off– you obey and it tugs over your head in one eager pull.

“ Fuck .” Billie curses again, muttering it to herself, now. Her tongue slides over her fangs as she lets her eyes roam over your body, running her hands over your bare torso, feeling your stomach contract under her fingertips, admiring you intently. You shiver. Her eyes grow dark. “You don’t know what I want to do to you right now.” She rasps.

You gulp. “L-Like what…?”

Billie’s dusty eyes are almost feral as they narrow at you. Her chest rises and falls steadily as her breathing grows heavy. “Oh, dollface, if I told you what I wanted to do to you, what the darker part of me wants…” Her creamy hands travel down to the edge of your jeans as her words trail off.

You laugh nervously, ignoring Billie’s hands that begin to play in the beltloops of your jeans, because – what the fuck does that mean? You ache to find out. “I-I think I can handle it.”

The throaty laugh she gives is almost mocking. “No, love. I don’t think you can.” Billie insists with a deep breath, shaky index fingers tugging at the loops and your jeans slide down your hips just barely. 

Saying “ Try me ” to a creature like Billie probably isn’t the smartest thing to do, because although she hasn’t necessarily done anything impure, from the look in her eyes, it’s not hard to tell she’s awfully close to acting on her desires. But that inward aching wants to push that, you want to push her . So, you say it anyway. “Try me.”

It’s the darkening of Billie’s gaze, the wetting of her lips. It’s her chest arching forwards into yours and the way her silky hair slips over her bare collarbones and ghosts over your own. It’s the intake and outtake of breath hot on your ear, like she silently considers sparing your sanity. And, cruelly, she speaks,

“I want to devour you. Completely .” 

Shiver.

“I want to consume you.” Teeth nip at your ear.

Cold fingers slip into your jeans. Nails dig into the flesh of your hips possessively.

“I want you… in a way that’s unimaginable. In a way that would absolutely ruin you…”

Your weak hands meet her waist, grasping. Eyes squeeze shut. 

“Everything. I want everything from you, dollface.” Her voice is thick with hunger, hushed in a whisper. Billie curls back, taking your chin in her hand. 

Your eyes peel open, you meet her leer.

“I want to be inside of you, to drink you in, to possess every goddamn inch of you…”

The vampire's words rush through and desecrate your body, touching, caressing places you didn't know existed.

A pathetic whimper escapes your lips. “Pl-Please, touch me…” You croak out.

Billie’s hand, jarringly gentle, runs from your chin to the carotid pulse just below your jaw. “You want me to touch you?” She whispers.

You nod. “Please.”

“Where, pretty? Use your words.” Her rough digits travel down your stomach, slowly dragging her fingers up and down your hot skin.

Inwardly, you whine in aroused frustration. “In between my legs.”

“In between your legs, huh…” Billie echoes with a teasing smirk, with peeking fangs. Her free hand returns her grip to your chin, ensuring you’re looking directly at her. It takes everything in you to hold her gaze. “You want me to touch you right–” abruptly, her hand cups you over your jeans, “– here ?” 

The action has you gasping, gripping her waist tighter. “ Shit,” You exhale in a shudder, nodding, “y-yes.” 

Just as cruelly as before, Billie orders “Beg for it, dollface. I want to hear you say it.”

Your eyes flutter shut, unable to hold her gaze any longer as you feel the wetness pool in your heat, and you so desperately want her to go under. “Please… please touch me, Billie.”

Satisfaction washes over Billie’s features. “Yeah… that’s it.” Not a moment later and she’s unbuttoning your jeans, pulling the zipper down. “God, you want me so bad, don’t you?”

“ Yes .”– it’s a breathless whisper supplemented with furrowed brows and glassy eyes. 

She lets out a small chuckle, at your tone, at how gone you sound already. “Hm. If you look this good right now, how are you gonna look when I ruin you?” Billie tilts her damned head, thumb coming up to brush over your bottom lip, feeling the plushness of it. “God, I'm so tempted right now…” She says through sharp, gritted teeth.

You're desperate to make her give in. Your hot tongue darts out, cajoles her as you tease Billie’s thumb with a heated, wet lick. 

It seems to do the trick as you watch her eyes widen. Billie observes how you suck in her thumb with great fascination as she pushes it past your lips. She seems to get lost in the way your tongue moves inside of your mouth as it swirls around her digit, as if you’ve momentarily hypnotized her. She draws her thumb out, drawing a sodden line down your chin. 

“ Touch me .” You say with glistening lips. 

That does her in. With a hot exhale, Billie’s hooking her fingers in your jeans, shifting on top of you as she wrenches them off, tossing them somewhere by her forgotten sweater on the floor. Your bra is unclasped and pulled off in a fraction of the time, and you’re left bare in your panties beneath her. You shiver when the cool air hits your skin. “Yeah, that’s better. Your flesh is so gorgeous…” Her hands return to your bare legs. And then, a crooked smile spreads across her face. “It’d look even better in my bed.”

Nothing, not even the sly look on her face, could’ve prepared you for instantaneously getting thrown over her shoulder.

You yell, for the second time, because of her tonight. It won’t be the last. 

“Billie!” Your hands scramble for purchase on her bare, lower back. Your eyes meet a mole you didn’t know she had on the small of her waist.

Billie has the audacity to bark out a laugh at your compromising position, secure hands gripping your thighs as she carries you down the dark hallway towards her bedroom. “You didn’t think I’d have you for the first time on the couch, did you, dollface?”

“I–” You’re still in that hazy, aroused state as you try to wrap your fuzzy mind around the question. You settle on a desperate, “I don’t know!”

“You’ll be more comfortable in bed anyway, babe. More space to play .” Though you can’t see her face, you know she’s grinning when she says the words– it’s evident in her tone. 

Your thighs press together at her words. You gulp. “God…”

“Nervous, dollface?” 

Hanging over her strong shoulder, you watch as she crosses the threshold of her room. Your heart rate quickens. 

“No.” You lie.

Billie chuckles as her grip on your thighs tighten– she shocks you again when she tosses you gently onto the middle of her bed. You let out a whimpered puff of air. In the low lighting of the room, you squint, adjusting your eyes and you watch as she towers over you.

“ Liar .” Billie’s lips curl into a wicked smile.

Fuck . “I… I’m not lying.” 

Billie lets out a disbelieving laugh, shaking her head. “Dollface,” she starts, tone quiet and promptly more authoritative as she looks down at you, “I can hear the way your heart beats faster when you lie to me. I can practically smell it on you.”

Billie and her damned vampire abilities. 

“God, that’s intrusive a-as hell, y’know?” You pout as you lay looking up at her.

She grunts. “It’s my nature. I intrude.” Billie stands looking down at you on the mattress for a moment, an enigmatic look in her eyes in the darkness that shrouds the room. She then moves swiftly to the line of windows along the wall, opening the curtains.

The moonlight floods the room, bathing the bed in a soft, silvery glow. It’s as dreamy as it is chilling. The whole bed is awash in the light, and the silky, black sheets shine around you.

“What’re you doing?” Your brows pull together in confusion as you watch the muscles in her back tense and flex as she moves.

“Just want to get a better look at you, dollface.”

With that otherworldly grace Billie possesses, she saunters over to the front of the bed, eyes unashamedly drinking in every part of you laid out all pretty for her on her bed. As Billie stands, backlit from the moon, lustrous hair cascading in inky waves, jaw taut in arousal, eyes glimmering with lust– she’s a formidable sort of beauty that transcends the several lifetimes she’s already lived. A vision is before you and you blink rapidly to check if she’s real.

When she brings a hand up to her fingers, the metal rings that adorn them drop and clatter to the hardwood floor as she pops each of them off. You get snapped out of the trance she had you in at the harsh clatters, and you whimper at the little display– like she’s getting primed for action.

“God, you look ravishing under the moonlight.” 

Feeling exposed under her intense gaze, you close the legs you didn’t realize were open. “I… Thank you.”

Billie shakes her head at you. “None of that.” She says firmly, rounding the bed to come up to the side. “ Open them .”

You gulp, stomach on fire, before opening your legs.

“Good girl.” She purrs in satisfaction. You could almost moan. “So gorgeous for me.” Billie slowly climbs onto the bed, crawling across the silken sheets until she’s kneeling in front of you, body in between your warm legs. She places her hands on your thighs, cold palms sliding across your skin as they travel to your hips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this… how badly I’ve wanted you , wanted to touch you like this.”

Feeling how much she wants you is one thing, but hearing it is another. It makes your heart sing. When you grasp Billie’s shoulders, she grins, appreciating the way you shiver under her fingers and their smooth glide over your body, running over your flesh. “I love how your skin feels under my fingertips. So warm and soft, like satin. You want more, don’t you?”

“You know I do…” You sigh out, shakily.

Billie’s sadistic need to edge is hard to satiate. “ Say it.”

Your voice is breathless. “I-I want you so bad, Billie… want you to touch me…”

Her ego, however, is easy to alleviate. Billie just about beams. 

“You’re so goddamn needy, dollface, and I love it.” Her hands drag down the dips of your hips. “You want my fingers? My mouth?”

Your nods are desperate, hands gripping at the straps of her bra to let her know how badly you ache for her. “Please, y-your fingers first…”

“Mm, my fingers first…” Billie slides one hand down your leg, gently grabbing your ankle. She then lifts your leg, and you watch with heavy breaths as you let her bow it up and outwards so that your knee bends and it’s no longer laying flat on the bed. She does the same with your other leg, and then her hands are gripping your hips firmly, and you feel your back slide over the silky sheets as she pulls your lower half into her lap. 

You lay there, positioned to her liking with your heart practically pounding out of your chest and your body trembling with anticipation.

Billie’s hand migrates south, approaching the place you’re absolutely desperate for her to touch. Her hand draws so achingly close, ghosting over your underwear, where you need her most. “I hope you aren’t too attached to these pretty panties of yours.” She sighs, softly.

The odd remark makes your brow quirk in confusion. “Wh-Why?”

Billie looks at you over the slope of her nose. “Because I’m about to rip them off your body , dollface.”

You nearly go as pale as her.

Your mouth moves feebly but no sound comes out. 

The way she grins at you is utterly diabolical , enjoying the way she’s rendered you speechless. Her slender fingers hook in the waistband, tugging at the fabric almost impatiently. “Do you object, dollface?”

You can only shake your head.

“ No ?” Billie mocks. “Didn’t think so.”

Without any more delay, with two fist-fulls of your underwear, her veins pop-out at the force it takes and the sharp rip of the delicate lace echoes off the walls. 

Laid completely naked before her, for her, ass in her lap, you’re hardly able to hold your trembling legs up. Your chest heaves.

Billie holds up your underwear. “Pretty pair.” She sighs like it’s a shame she’s torn them. “I owe you more.” Grin .

“Fucking hell…” You whisper.

“Now, were you still wanting my fingers, dollface?”

You almost forgot. “God, yes.”

“Yeah?” She says in a low, rough voice. “Good– I’m giving them to you.”

Billie slowly places her left hand on your thigh again, resting her cold palm flat against your warm skin. Her right hand is still gripping the torn remnants of your underwear as she looks down at you, sharp eyes raking over your body, relishing the sight. Her nose flares suddenly– it’s your sex she smells. Her features morph into that of pain, and she moans a– “ fuck… ” 

“You okay, babe?” You bite your lip. You recognize that expression; it’s the same one from earlier, when her fangs were aching.

“Yeah. M’fine. Just… god, you look so good. And your– you smell so damn good. It’s making me thirsty. Making my fangs hurt.”

She must be out of her mind when she raises your panties to her nose.

Your eyes widen in horror. “Billie–”

Billie inhales deeply, and her reaction is immediate. A guttural groan escapes from her lips, a cold shiver rushing through her body. “God, I can just smell your arousal…”

Your stomach burns.

Billie’s hands shake.

“I’m trying so fucking hard to hold back.”

You secretly wish she wouldn’t. “I… I know.”

She shakes her head. “No, you don’t understand, dollface… I feel like m’going crazy.” Billie then throws the halved pair to the floor before bringing her hands to your inner thighs. “I have to feel you around my fingers– I need to.” 

The desperation in her voice makes you weak. “F-Fuck. Please, put them in,” You whine.

Billie nods frantically. She looks like she’s quickly losing her self-restraint. She licks over those pearly-whites right as she brings her hand to your hot and ready cunt, her index and middle fingers press against your entrance. 

You whimper, hands gripping the sheets to brace yourself. 

Like her nature, she intrudes. 

The moan that escapes your lips is borderline sinful. The feeling of her fingers finally pushing into you is too damn good. The digits are cold, a defining contrast to your hot walls– the shivers that go down your spine from it sends your back arching. 

Billie’s moan is low in her throat as she squeezes her eyes shut, like everything is too much, like her senses are overwhelmed by the way you smell, the way you sound, the way you look– how she feels you from the inside . “Goddamn, you’re so wet… so tight .” She slowly starts working her fingers, dragging them in and out.

She’s trembling– you can feel it underneath your ass on her thighs and literally in your core. 

She strokes another groan out of you.

“Tight… so tight.” Her voice is strained like this is almost torturing her. “Dollface, loosen up. ”

“M’sorry.” You squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a deep breath through your nose as you unclench around her fingers to the best of your ability.

Billie’s fingers start pumping faster as she watches you writhe and whimper through hooded eyes. “I’m b-barely holding on..” She whispers, tone pinched as if she’s fighting something back– a moan, a growl, a hiss. 

When you peel your eyes open, you catch how she subtly bites the inside of her cheek. You get a dangerous idea. “B-Billie, c’mere, c’mere .”

She winces, leaning down, fingers still deep inside you. “Yeah?”

You swallow a moan and your hands go to grip the back of her hair. Your eyes dart all over her face. “You’re i-in pain, right?”

Billie almost laughs, a low, rough-sounding bitter groan as she looks down at you. “Yeah, dollface… m’in pain.”

“Bite me.”

She freezes.

“You want me to what ?”

You don’t think. “F-Feed from me…”

Billie’s mouth opens and closes silently. She resumes a steady dragging of her fingers inside of you, absentmindedly. She looks as though she can’t comprehend how you’d want this from her, how you’d offer yourself to her for that . 

“This is not– fuck, I… you don’t know what y-you’re asking of me.”

“Just do it.” Your hands cup her face now. You’re fixed on her blue, hazy eyes. With a deep breath, you reveal the secret you’ve been holding onto for the longest time. “Wanna… I wanna know what it feels like for myself. I want to feel you .”

“I–”

“ Please .”

Billie’s eyes briefly glance to your neck, and then back to your gaze, searching. “You… d’you… are you sure ?”

Unfortunately for her sanity, you whine, “Billie, c’mon.”

“God, I–I–” She exhales a shaky sigh. “Yeah, yeah– okay.”

She pulls her fingers out of you. You whine at the loss of contact. Her chest presses to yours as her head slowly slopes down, and you feel her hot breath right at the crook of your neck, your skin just inches away from her aching teeth. You clutch her shoulders.

Billie hesitates for a third time. 

“Dollface…” She murmurs to your neck.

“Just d-do it.”

The tension is cutting, yet dulls in comparison to the dagger-like canines that graze your skin. 

Without another moment’s hesitation, Billie slowly sinks her fangs into your tender flesh.

You, fuzzily, understand why Billie said her victims look at her as though they’ve seen god once she’s drunk from them. You swear your life flashes before your eyes– it almost feels like you’re dying as your vision blanches. Your eyes squeeze shut, mouth sucking in a large gasp but the air is immediately forced out in a pained yell that rips from your throat. The bite burns like hellfire . 

But then, almost violently, a wave of pleasure washes over you– or more so– hits you hard and soft , and out from your mouth is a moan so high it graces heaven. 

You’re unsure if it’s the venom that makes you feel this way or the all-too consuming creature that absolutely has you under her thrall, in her mouth, as she sucks your scarlet in– but you get this burning, odd feeling. It’s burning, burning because you can feel a fire in the pit of your stomach and a familiar aching between your legs. Odd because you feel like you’re on the brink of cumming, and… she’s not even touching you anymore.

Billie is quivering on top of you as she takes , and takes , and takes . Her nails dig into your arms, but the pain doesn’t register. 

You’re a beautiful, breathless mess below her.

Billie’s fangs pull out of your neck just enough for a sharp intake of breath. “Love… d’you… you’re…” Her intonation is lurching. She licks at the punctures she’s made on your neck. 

You just want to feel her, you want her to consume you. “M-More.. give me more .” You gasp, desperately. 

Billie’s moan against your neck is guttural. “Fuck, y’taste so good, dollface.” She murmurs, and then she’s sinking those fangs into your neck again, sucking.

Your body writhes from the intense pleasure you feel, the edges of your vision blur as she feasts on all you are, and your cunt throbs almost painfully. “Billie, I… feel l-like m’gonna cum.”

She doesn’t respond. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head as if she’s close to her own release. Billie’s lips just continue to work intensely on your neck, her fangs dig into your flesh further, greedily wanting more of your blood. 

You whimper– the feeling of her is too much, everything is too much, and you’re frantically warning her again. “I– I think I’m gonna cum or… something.” Your mind is foggy as you try to make sense of what the hell is happening to you.

Billie finally withdraws those sharp canines. “Dollface, l-look at me.”

It’s a struggle to open your eyes, but you do, and you gasp seeing how dark her eyes have become, like she’s intoxicated from the taste of your blood. 

“D’you feel weak?”

You don’t know anymore. “I– no.”

Billie stares down at you for a few moment, swaying ever so slightly in that fuddled state she’s in, and then she’s arching her back and melting into your chest again, sucking your neck raw . A second later, you feel her fangs invade. 

You whimper, grasping at the muscles of her cold back as your thighs shake, chanting “I’m gonna cum, I-I–”

The sensation of your orgasm is nothing like anything you’ve ever felt– it pierces through you. It’s so sharp and quick, you can hardly process what’s happening to you as it feels like it’s coursing through your veins, like your neurons go into a state of shock. You can only cry out a moan– a ripping yell– as you hold onto Billie, feeling like you’re about to float away, while simultaneously feeling like you’re going to plummet to the ground as you cum untouched.

Billie groans hotly against your neck, and it takes what little remains of her sanity to extract her fangs. 

The stark sounds of heavy breathing cuts through the stuffy air. It’s the only noise that fills the room for several, tense moments. 

She pulls away eventually. Your muscles relax and you melt into the sheets, head falling on the pillow.

With a loaded sigh, Billie lifts a shaky hand to caress your cheek. “God, you look so gorgeous like this… are you okay?” 

Her gentle touch brings you back to earth. You open your heavy eyes to look at her, nodding lightly in the delirious state she’s put you in. And then– your eyes catch something. They fixate on the small flow of blood that slowly slides out of the corner of her mouth. You lay there, taking in the sight of her kiss-swollen lips. 

Your eyes go wide. Your mouth parts. You move on autopilot. You grip the back of her head. You pull her closer. You, wildly, crash your lips onto hers.

Billie whines into your mouth as her tongue immediately meets yours. A coppery tang coats your tastebuds at the heated slide of her tongue over yours. Again and again as it enters your mouth. It’s maddening . She’s suddenly pulling away, a shocked expression etched on her features. Her eyes dart all over your face, and she’s the one rendered speechless, now. 

Your voice is a hoarse whisper. “I… can taste it.”

You can practically see the gears turning in her head as she tries to process your words.

“You–” Billie takes a second to swallow, “do you mind it?”

Slowly, you shake your head.

And hurriedly, her lips are pressing to yours.

It’s sloppy and desperate. She kisses you like her hunger was never satiated and you kiss her like you want her to devour you. Heat pools in your stomach again in the fervent way her lips move against yours. 

“You just… keep… making.. me want you.” Billie says in between metallic kisses. She sucks your lip in before breaking away, panting. “I… w-want to taste you.”

Your fuzzy brain struggles to discern if she means your neck or your cunt. 

“I’m gonna go rinse my mouth, okay, dollface?”

Oh. It’s the latter.

You let out a sound of affirmation and Billie gives you a quick but passionate kiss before she gently untangles her legs from yours and rushes somewhere off to the bathroom. You’re hardly left alone with your thoughts, because a minute later, she’s striding back into the room with this newfound determination– like her mind isn’t as foggy as before.

The vampire climbs onto the bed, crawls over your body and she runs her hands over your thighs, slowly spreading them apart to settle between them. Billie takes a moment to admire you as you lay in her bed, her bite marks on your neck, how you’re bathed in the moonlight under her mercy. “You’re so goddamn perfect, y’know that?”

A blush spreads on your cheeks and you can’t help the small smile that forms on your lips. 

She hums, deep and throaty as she dips down into the V of your thighs. Everything is still a little hazy, but you watch over your nose as she gives you one last intense look, and you shiver, feeling her breath fan over you. 

Billie drowns in you in both senses of the word– nosedives, actually, into your sopping folds.

She doesn’t waste any time and lewdly slurps up the remnants of your first orgasm, taking it in, swallowing the cum. You whine out, hands going to grip her scalp at the initial feeling of her tongue– hot and heavy . Billie laps at you over and over like that. Her tongue then eases, glides sensually over you as if she’s trying to savor the taste of you. Your eyes shut, allowing yourself to just feel . Feel how her tongue licks a stripe over your cunt, feel how she suckles at you, feel how she makes you ache.

Billie’s efforts elicit several pleased noises out of you. She hums against you and the vibrations make your hips jerk. You gasp, feeling her press hot kisses to your clit and then her tongue circles around the hood and you cry out.

“You sound so pretty, dollface.” She purrs, darting her tongue out to lick over you once more. “You’re driving me fucking crazy .” And she drives you mad when you feel her fangs ghost ever so lightly over your folds. 

“F-Fuck…” You whimper, all heady and Billie’s diving back in, tasting you, and you can literally feel her grow impatient as she resumes her wet laps with more fervency. 

You tremble, toeing the edge of an impending orgasm but Billie’s pulling you from the brink when she suddenly stops, her tongue getting replaced by her cold fingers, pace changing as she rubs over you gently.

Her voice is a little far away, but you hear her ask– “can I bite your thigh?” The question alone sends you reeling, and without giving it much thought, you nod desperately. 

“You’re such a good girl,” Billie rasps, rubbing at you steadily and you let out a breathy moan as you feel her lips kissing a hot trail on the hot skin of your inner thigh. “H-Hold still, dollface. Don’t tense-up.”

You couldn’t even if you tried, because as soon as she sinks her fangs into the sensitive skin there, all the muscles in your thighs relax and you’re left gasping for air at the new sensation. 

Your hands tangle in her hair as you struggle to ground yourself. It’s that same burning feeling again, and fire licks up your inner thighs as she sucks in more of you. Her fangs dig deeper as she gets lost in the tangy copper. Her sodden fingers from your wetness rub over your clit faster. She reduces you to heady whimpers and moans, making a mess of your mind.

Billie ruins you, just like she wanted.

Your head starts to spin, and you’re unsure if it’s because of how much blood she’s drinking in, or if it's the feeling of your climax as you reach that dizzying edge again. But when Billie’s fingers press relentless circles over your clit and she removes her fangs from your flesh to lick over the bite, her name is on your tongue when you scream, vision blurring as you fall over the edge and cum.

The pleasure sparks all over your skin like little fireworks as you quake below her. The harsh grip you have on her scalp must hurt because Billie groans as she lets you ride out your orgasm with the steady pace of her digits. Once she’s decided you’ve had enough, her fingers slow to a stop, and after a moment, she raises up from between your legs.

The feelings you have are so intense that a few tears well-up and escape from your eyes.

Billie’s in the middle of running her tongue over her bloody fangs when she looks down to see the state you’re in, and she’s immediately leaning forward, concerned expression on her pale face. She gently wipes away the tears on your cheeks with the pads of her thumbs, and a hand comes up to brush your sweaty hair from your forehead. Billie’s voice is soft and gentle when she speaks. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay, dollface. You were so good for me.”

She then rolls onto her back and brings you in close, and you can only let her. Let her rest your head on her pillowy chest. For a few moments the two of you lay like that, the fuzziness in your head dissipating, the dizziness leaving. Your breaths slowly even out, and now all you can think about is how good it feels to be in her arms. Billie gently kisses your temple as she whispers to you quiet words of affection. You’ve never heard her sound so gentle, so loving . It’s jarring after everything she’s done to you. Her tone makes your heart ache.

“How are you feeling?” The fatigue is present in Billie’s voice as she massages your scalp. 

You lean into her touch like a cat. “I’m o-okay.” You whisper, voice hoarse. Though you start to feel the exhaustion set in, you smile weakly against her chest. 

She hums softly. “Good… good.”

Billie’s fingers in your scalp coaxes your body to melt against her further. You hear her steady breath above you and the slow beating of her heart below you in your ear. It lulls you. A content sigh escapes your mouth, the last thing on your mind is the tenderness of this moment after everything, and you drift off into a peaceful sleep in her arms.  

***

When you wake, you feel euphoric.

It’s a sort of happiness you haven’t felt in a long time– maybe ever . It’s settled in your bones, buzzing on your skin, inwardly kissing you tenderly. When you raise your head from the shoulder it was resting on, your mind registers who’s underneath you– no, wait– who you’re pressed-up against. You slowly realize that you’re sitting in Billie’s lap. Huh. You don’t question it at first. Once Billie’s face comes into view, you’re met with two, mesmerizing blue pools. 

You blurt out. “Have you been awake this entire time?”

She looks unfazed with a small smile on her lips. “Yes, dollface. I don’t really sleep.”

“M’sorry, I forgot.”

“I know.” 

Billie finds your state a little amusing. She brings a tender hand to run her fingers through your hair before asking, softly, “You feeling okay?” 

You don’t exactly hear her at first, eyes too busy taking in the lovely sight of her. Billie’s exuding this sort of otherworldly beauty you haven’t seen from her in a long time. Her cheekbones are fuller with a pinkish tint to them, her skin is not as pale as before, and her eyes have this certain sparkle- she just looks more… alive . Your heart swells. You have to tell her.

“You look really beautiful.”

A smile spreads across Billie’s lips and those fangs dazzle at you. “Thanks, dollface. You look like a…” her hand, that you also just realized, is on your back, and she rubs soothing circles on the small of your waist, “... pretty mess.” She finishes. 

And she’s right. You’re a vision of wrecked bliss in her lap.

You don’t have it in you to roll your eyes like you normally would at her teasing. The feeling of being on cloud-nine has quelled your “bitchy tendencies” to quote her earlier words.

She gives a gentle squeeze to your waist as if to grab your attention before asking once more, “No, but are you okay?” Billie’s eyes then flicker to your neck. “How’re the bites?”

When she asks, it’s like the burning sensation ignites as if on command. 

Were they always burning?

“Now that you mention it, it kinda does burn…” Your hand goes to brush over the side of your neck and you wince.

“Careful! Careful…” Billie’s arm tightens around your body as she gently pulls your hand away from the marks. “Don’t touch.” She then takes your chin in her hand gently as she moves your head to the side to get a better look. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the subtle way she licks her fangs. 

“Does the burning hurt really bad?”

You shake your head in her hold. “No, it’s not that bad. It’s just a hot tingle.” You giggle softly. Your mind starts to wander again when she releases your chin. “How’d I end up on your lap, by the way?” You ask with furrowed brows. You don't remember falling asleep like this… 

A grin takes over Billie's face, dimples showing. “Well, I sat up to go grab your phone but then you like… sleep-crawled into my lap.”

You nod, fuzzy brain having a hard time processing her words, but then– y our phone? “You were gonna grab my phone?”

“Yeah, it rang like four fucking times.” She chuckles. “I never got a chance to see who was calling, though. Little koala.” She remarks before burying her nose in the crook of your neck

You laugh lightly at her little nickname, but your mind is far away, scouring your brain, thinking of who could’ve possibly been calling you so late at night. The thought had been discarded on some shelf in the back of your mind, but when you find it, you gasp, stomach dropping. “Oh no… Billie, I- fuck…” You pull away a little to look at her. “I think I know who it was..”

Billie pouts when you lean away. God, that look on her face is so adorable. “Who is it?”

“I was supposed to babysit, remember?” You sigh.

You feel her whole body tense. “Fuck. Seriously?” She mutters in a slightly annoyed tone. 

“Yeah… could you grab my phone?”

Billie’s jaw clenches as a frustrated exhale leaves her mouth. Her mouth opens like she goes to say something, but she swallows hard, suppressing it. “Yeah, sure.” She gently slides you off of her lap, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes linger on her back as you watch her leave the room. You run a hand through your messy hair as you sit with your feelings. Your heart is full as you think of Billie and what’s happened between the two of you, but your mind is still a bit of a hazy mess, and that euphoric feeling is slowly leaving because of the current situation. Albeit, Very slowly . 

Billie returns a few moments later, handing you the phone reluctantly. She’s quiet, standing over you as you check your phone. You squint at the bright screen and see the four calls and several (angry) texts from the parents of the kids you were supposed to watch– you check the time – an hour ago. Guilt bubbles up inside of you. “Shit… they’re pissed.” You toss the phone to the bed after sending a quick text.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to go.”

You release a heavy breath. “I’m obligated to. I agreed to look after their kids tonight.”

Billie scoffs. “Dollface, you’re probably not even steady on your feet. You need to rest. You’re in no condition to be going outside.” She says firmly, but there’s an underlying affectionate inflection to it.

“I have to, Billie." You frown. You feel guilty for getting so tangled up with her earlier that you didn’t pay attention to the time. You don’t regret it per say, but now you have to face the consequences of two aggravated parents.

She sighs as she looks down at you with a weary frown of her own. “No, you don’t. You’re exhausted, dollface, and it’s fucking late. They can get someone else to babysit, or they can cancel their plans.”

You shake your head, adamant about watching the kids. You slide to the edge of the bed. “They don’t have anyone else, that's why they asked me .” 

You go to stand, but your legs buckle as soon as you raise up. Billie’s immediately reaching out to grab your arms, steadying you on your wobbly legs. “Jesus…” Billie’s frown deepens as she lets out a frustrated sigh, slowly lowering you back down to sit on the bed. “You can’t go out like this. Please, don’t.” Her tone is pleading.

You whisper quietly, crossing your arms over your naked form. “But I have to…”

Billie gnaws on her lip, looking like she’s playing a silent game of tug of war in her mind. But seeing the guilty look on your face, hearing your adamancy, she relents. “Okay, but I’m walking you.” 

Relief washes over you at the assurance of Billie accompanying you once more. “Thank you.”

You can tell she’s still frustrated about the situation, but she runs a loving hand through your hair. “So goddamn, stubborn. We need to get you cleaned up. You look like a mess…”

You pout.

She rolls her eyes. “A pretty mess.”

You smile.

“Come here.”

***

With Billie’s help, you’re all clean, changed into her clothes and the bite marks on your neck have been treated, covered up by a couple colorful bandaids. 

Neither of you mentioned the bloody kiss you shared earlier– and, well, you didn’t get much of a chance to talk about anything that happened between the two of you. You two were busy focusing on making sure you didn’t look like you’ve been ravished by your vampire… friend ... and scaring the kids you’re about to babysit with three pairs of fang marks she's bitten raw in the side of your neck. So, that conversation to be had is bookmarked in your mind for later. 

Billie stays close beside you protectively, with her cool hand tucked in your warm one. Your legs are still a little weak, the phantom feeling of her fangs sinking into your inner thigh is still there, but you manage as the two of you pad down the sidewalk. 

It’s quiet on the empty streets, save for the occasional cricket’s song or a hoo from a far away owl. It’s quiet on the empty streets when the two of you round the corner. It’s quiet until a pained whimper, one that you’ve grown familiar with tonight, breaks the silence of the night.

Fuck.

You swallow, looking over at her. “It’s happening again ?”

Billie sighs heavily, nodding. “Y-Yeah… I’ll probably just go hunting after I drop you off, don't worry about it.”

You nod back, gnawing on your lip. As you get lost in thought, dissociating as you continue walking, you subconsciously move closer to her, but Billie’s hand tugging away from yours brings you back to the moment. Your head snaps in her direction, looking confused.

“C-Can we not walk so close together? Please?” Billie asks quietly with a pained frown.

You nod once more, creating some distance.

She mutters a thank you, and you can only help but grow worried at her state, the state of yourself, and the fact that the two of you are out in the open. You only get a few feet farther down the sidewalk before Billie’s stopping in her tracks. You turn as she lets out a pained huff, fingers gripping her jaws, squeezing her eyes shut. 

Your heart starts to race. “Billie…”

She sucks in a little breath, “F-Fuck.” Shaking her head at you, she says, strained, “I’m fine .”

“You’re not fine .” You cross your arms.

“No, it’s just–” Billie’s words are cut off when she huffs again, another wave of pain hitting her.

Your frown deepens. “Shit, maybe you feeding from animals alone wasn’t such a good idea.” You can’t help but think about all those innocent opposums again... That same guilt from earlier settles in the pit of your stomach. You hesitate to touch her, but ultimately, your hands drop to your sides, knowing that you should respect her wishes.

Billie lets out a discontented scoff at your words. Her eyes have this hazy look in them as she gazes at you, immediately drawn to the bandaids on your neck, the marks that are underneath them. “Y-yeah… yeah, I’m starting to think that wasn’t a g-good idea, dollface. Having human blood after several months of that… I think that’s why my fangs are aching worse than e-ever.”

God, this isn’t good. You hate seeing her in so much pain. “Fuck, Billie, I’m sorry.” You wrap your arms around yourself since you can’t comfort her with them. You can only imagine how badly this is hurting her.

She, even in this state, somehow still has the heart to reassure you, to take some of the guilt away. “You’re not at fault, I agreed to it, it’s just.. I’m really– ” another pained huff, “damn, this really isn’t good.” 

You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet now in a nervous panic, trying to think of a solution to the problem at hand. You weigh out the limited options, and you get that same dangerous idea for the second time tonight.

Shit.

“Billie just… just feed from me again.”

There’s silence before she says, “I’m not d-doing that again , I can’t.”

“But you’re in so much pain that I don’t think you can even continue like this.” 

“It’s not right, I can’t just… use you like that. I can’t.”

Her words tug at your heartstrings, your brows furrow. “You wouldn't be using me, you’ve never once asked to bite or feed from me.” And it’s the truth. 

Billie gives you another pained scoff. She takes a deep, shaky breath again, trying to keep her composure, but it’s rapidly slipping. You can tell she’s considering your words in the way she peels her eyes open and searches your face, looking for any sign of uncertainty present on your futures. “But that’d be taking advantage of you…”

The creature in front of you stands there looking so weak, so unlike how she did less than half an hour ago. The hunger has reduced her to nothing but distress and pain. You can’t hold back from touching her anymore. You close the distance, placing your hands on her shaking shoulders.

“You won’t,” You’re the one to reassure her now, gently.

“But we’re out in the open.”

You glance around, the street is still empty. “It’s like one in the morning. No one’s out, don’t worry.” Billie hisses in pain and you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet again, still feeling anxious when you mumble, “Come on…”

Billie’s movements are choppy when she finally brings a hand to your hip, drawing you closer. Her hand carefully comes up to rest on the slope of your neck below the earlier bites. “M-May I?”

The moment you nod, she's gripping your hip tightly as she ducks her head down. Her sharp fangs press against your skin gently, pausing like she’s giving you a chance to change your mind, but a couple beats later, she’s sinking her fangs into the unmarked side of your neck.

You let out a tiny yelp, wincing. The pain isn’t that bad the second time around, but a wave of heat licks up your spine and spreads across your skin as you feel that sensation of pleasure wash over you, and a throbbing in between your legs again. This is possibly one of the worst times to be doing this, but you couldn’t help it, and she definitely couldn’t, either. 

As her fangs sink deeper into your skin, a low moan rumbles in her throat and you feel it through her lips pressed against your neck. The hand she has on your hip pulls you flush against hers, clearly wanting more contact with you as she feeds from you, taking more and more. 

The venom she releases causes your mind to go fuzzy and you grip her shoulders, trying to ground yourself. You’re unsure of how much time passes, seconds ticking away like minutes. As the two of you stand there for longer on the sidewalk, under the streetlamp, you hear something down the street, like the sound of an engine. You’re unable to turn your head with Billie’s mouth practically clamped to your neck, but you do the best you can to look out of the corner of your eye– it’s the sight of a slow-moving car your eyes land on.

You squint, trying to make-out the car in the darkness of the night that shrouds it. It doesn’t help that their headlights are on, only making it harder to see what kind of vehicle it is. Anxiety begins to prick at your skin as you start tapping at Billie’s shoulder to warn her. “Hey, s-someones coming.”

She doesn’t listen– can’t seem to hear you. You huff. 

As the car moves closer in your peripheral vision, though with your mind a little fuzzy around the edges, you’re finally able to discern the type of vehicle it is, and your heart sinks. 

It's a cop car.

It’s the cops you told off from your shift at the diner.

You can tell it’s them when they pass under a streetlamp and the light illuminates their faces.

The seasoned officer with the scruffy beard, and the young, brunnete.

You’re still recovering from the first couple times Billie’s bitten you, and now the third. Billie’s aching from hunger, still feeding from you.

The two of you are in a very vulnerable position. 

You begin hitting Billie’s chest frantically.

“Billie, it’s the cops from the fucking diner, we’ve got to go .” You whisper yell.

It takes another, crucial moment for her to process your words, the taste of you has clearly clouded her mind. But at the mention of the police, it’s like the fog in her head lifts a bit. Billie removes her fangs from your neck, arm wrapped securely around your waist, keeping you against her. “C-Cops?” 

As soon as the words leave her mouth, the policemen are yelling from inside the car, windows now rolled down as the car starts speeding up. 

You curse under your breath and Billie takes your hand in hers, coming to her senses. She starts backing the two of you up slowly and her eyes dart all over the car before taking a discreet glance behind herself. 

“On the count of three, we’re going to run.”

Her words send a pan of anxiety straight to your heart, but you nod. “Okay.”

Billie’s hand squeezes yours as she starts counting down. The police car starts to ease as they approach. You take another step back, steeling yourself. She reaches three and the two of you make a break for it.

You take off as fast as your legs can carry you. The adrenaline you should be feeling is barely there, but you don’t pay it much attention. With your hand in hers, Billie tries to create as much distance as she can between the two of you and the officers. You keep your eyes on the street ahead, making sure you don’t run into any obstacles. 

The sound of the cop’s doors slamming causes you to whip your head back, and as soon as you do, a wall of dizziness hits you and your step falters.

Billie notices, glancing back at you. “Dollface, keep running.”

You blink several times, trying to get the dizziness to go away. You can hear the heavy footsteps far behind you as the cops start to give chase. 

Your legs start to burn at the pace you’re running and the dizziness only gets worse, making you sick. Billie’s practically dragging you along now, on a one-track mind as she tries to get the two of you to safety.

White dots start to bore at the edges of your vision and you gasp, taking in lung-fulls of cold air. Your throat burns, your thighs ache, the white continues to consume your sight.

You hardly heave her name out of your mouth. 

The last thing you see is Billie’s distressed expression as you fall to the ground.