19. Luke

Atrickle of blood traveled down the center of my chest, forming a river in the valley it found. It caught on a few stray hairs before continuing to trickle downward while Xander ogled it hungrily, waiting for me to give him permission to lap it up. It was my blood after all. Even outside of my body, it still belonged to me.

“Go on.” I nodded at the bright red puncture wound he’d made only minutes earlier.

Xander descended upon me with a level of restraint I’d come to expect of him. He could have been much rougher, I knew, but his respect for me outweighed every instinct screaming inside him to take his fill while he could get it.

I hadn’t even lost much blood, but my head still spun in dizzy circles. Something was intoxicating about watching a vampire drink your blood still warm from your body.

Xander enjoyed it so much, I was almost tempted to try it myself if the mere thought of it weren’t so nauseating. I liked blood, but only flowing through my veins. Unlike Xander, I had no need for it as a form of nourishment, and it seemed to be an acquired taste even for some vampires.

Instead, I contented myself with enjoying Xander’s obsession with blood from my unique perspective. He tickled my skin as his tongue dragged along the line of blood, leaving behind only a stain of pink where the fluid once pooled. It would wash off with little more than a light scrubbing later on, so I enjoyed the mark while it lasted.

We’d been at this for hours – or at least, that was how long it felt like. Time dragged on as Xander got his fill of me, starting with the blowjobs before moving on to, in his words, more titillating activities. Most of my fun was over, though, and now it was his turn to get what he wanted.

I watched him lap up more of the thick red blood, coating his tongue before he swallowed it, savoring each metallic swill. I would have a lot of wounds to care for after today, but Xander was attentive, to say the least, and he would make sure to clean up after himself when he was done. I had better service here than if I asked a real doctor for help. Centuries of experience had that effect on a vampire like Xander

“Have you ever considered trying out a new career?” I asked as Xander wiped his mouth on his wrist, streaking a crimson stain across it. “I mean besides being an independently wealthy, brooding vampire in the countryside.”

He furrowed his brow, and for a second I worried I’d overstepped my boundaries again. “Yes,” he said slowly, his expression softening. “But there are not many career paths that look for someone as obviously vampiric as me.”

“Why not? You’d make a great…” I thought about his options.

He couldn’t get a career in medicine – too much blood, too much temptation. Really any career involving humans or animals or other monsters was out, and any that were left would probably get tiring after a few lifetimes’ worth of working them.

“Yeah, never mind. I guess sometimes it’s best to just enjoy the life you have.”

Xander nodded. “That was my conclusion as well.” He swiped away the fresh blood on my chest with his tongue, getting another good mouthful.

The pool was growing as the wound near my collarbone continued to bleed, but Xander paused his enjoyment of it to continue talking.

“That is not to say that other vampires haven’t had successful careers,” he said. “Your new book should provide you with many examples of famous vampires throughout history.”

“What chapter?” I asked. “It’s a long book, y’know.”

“Chapter 45 or somewhere near there. I shall find it for you later.”

He lowered his head again to suck at my fresh wounds, and with that, the conversation was over. It was a lot harder to captivate the attention of a bloodthirsty vampire than I thought.

When he finally got his fill of my blood, I attempted to sit up, only for a wave of dizziness to send my head back onto the pillow.

“Are you all right?” Xander asked, concern etched in the deep lines on his forehead.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little weak, that’s all.” I waved at him dismissively, but Xander shook his head.

“I took too much blood. I’m terribly sorry, Luke. I let my vampiric side get the better of me. Let me bring you something to eat and drink.”

After a bit of hesitation, I nodded. I didn’t want to make a bigger deal out of this than was necessary, but a little nourishment and some sugar to boost my energy did sound like it would help.

Xander left for a few minutes, returning shortly with a full platter far exceeding “something to eat and drink,” as he suggested: plump red strawberries, perfect little squares of chocolate, a variety of cheese, almonds, and more decorated the massive plate. In his other hand, he held a glass of blood-red wine.

He sat next to me while I ate and drank, propping me up with his arm, even though I was already feeling much better and could sit up on my own now. I let him coddle me, enjoying the extra attention.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone who cares so much about me,” I told him after I was done with my food and drink.

“I feel the same,” Xander said. “I want this to last, Luke. I would like to be with you forever – as loaded of a word that is for someone like me.”

“I…I would like that too, Xander. I hope it works out.”

“The Librarian would tell us that it is destined to work out, but I’m not sure how much I believe in that. Do you think that two can be fated to be together?”

I thought about it for a while before answering. “Maybe. But I think it’s a lot rarer than The Librarian likes to let on.”

Xander nodded. “People – and monsters – are complex. Compatibility stretches far beyond a dating application curated by a self-proclaimed matchmaker. Still, they have achieved success before. Perhaps they know more about the craft than they let on.”

I nodded my agreement sleepily, leaning against Xander as my eyelids grew heavier by the second. “It’s possible,” I yawned. “Or maybe they’re just really good and knowing who will hit it off. I think…” I trailed off, sleep threatening to overtake the conversation. “I think they…”

Xander put a finger to my lips, shushing me gently. “Sleep,” he whispered. “You need your rest now. We can talk more later.”

It wasn’t hard to obey him this time. The second I closed my eyes, I was out like a lightbulb. He was right: we would simply have to pick up the conversation later.