Feeder: Part 2
Feeder
Part 2
I was running through a forest, not sure in which direction I was going. The only thing I could see was blonde hair following me from behind, and getting closer. My chest rose, and my heart beat faster, and when I turned around I met a pair of red eyes, with sharp, razor like teeth, smiling at me.
Something pulled me, from in front, with cold marble, like hands. I turned around and faced Peter. Only, his eyes, weren't the hazel-green ones I knew, they were a bloody red color.
"I need you Claire, I need your help." Behind me, I could feel the breath of the blonde girl, but I couldn't get away, Peter was holding me tightly.
There was something in his eyes, that told me this was the end. His eyes grew at the sight of my neck, and I closed my eyes, fearing what came next.....
I woke up in a gasp, sitting up right, only to be scared again, by the presence of a newly pale Peter. It was still odd to see him so changed, so reserved and distant from emotions. He seemed, timid, in a strange eerie way, that I couldn't describe.
"Did you have a nightmare?" his voice was as smooth as silk, and the perfect tone, with only a hint of worry in it.
I nodded, and rubbed the side of my forehead, confused by the now evaporating memory I had left of what had happened in it. It had felt so real, as I had been in it, but I supposed that was the point of all dreams or nightmares, to be realistic.
When he didn't say anything else, I looked back up at him. He was still wearing the sunglasses, and had refused to take them off, no matter what I said. It just didn't make any sense to me, it was dark after all.
"Peter?" I asked, nervously. Part of me didn't want to know the answer to what I was about to ask, but at the same time, I had to.
He moved his head to the side slightly, and I could see him frowning, "Yes?"
I took a deep breath, and swallowed before asking, "What is it you need my help with?"
For a moment, his nose flared, and I could tell the question had made him uncomfortable. Yet, he had been the one to ask me for help, so it didn't make sense to me that he was bothered, over the fact that I wanted to know what it was he needed help with.
He stood up from his seat, and for a moment he disappeared, but the next moment, he was sitting next to me on my bed, with an amused smile on his face.
I blinked, "Woah...did you get a speedster power, while you were away?"
Peter shook his head, "No...its, its a side effect, that comes with the current...state I'm in."
"Are you sick?" I asked, feeling my heart beat rise. I couldn't deal with there being something wrong with Peter, it was sort of territorial, how my feelings were for him.
He smiled, and finally, as slow as he possibly could, took his sunglasses off, to reveal the eyes of a stranger. For, just as in my dream, his hazel-green eyes, that I had been so totally fond of, were gone. Instead, they had been replaced with big, golden ones. The gold was so bright, I didn't think I'd ever seen that shade in anyone else.
"I need something from you, just a little of it, I promise." He semi-begged.
I found myself strangely hypnotized by his eyes, so I nodded, and inched closer to him, wanting to feel his cool fingers once more, "What is it?"
It was a magnetic force, that was slowly pulling us towards each other, until his arm, pulled me towards him, and I was almost sitting on his lap. His sudden, disregard for our position, made my head lightheaded, and I breathed him in, closing my eyes and feeling as if I were about to faint.
Then, just like in my dream, his face went towards my neck, and I felt him bite me, in the most pleasant way I could have ever imagined. I felt a sting for only a moment, before his sucking began, and a wondrous feeling spread through me.
It felt better than any kiss I'd ever received from anyone before. And the most bizarre thing about it, was that I didn't want him to stop. The biting was odd, and he wasn't touching me in any wrong way, yet, it felt so sexual. It felt as if I were peaking an orgasm, ten times of any that I'd ever experienced.
At a certain point, I couldn't help it anymore, and I let out a tiny pleasant moan. When I did, Peter's grip on me tightened, and his sucking stopped. He pulled away from me slowly, and though my vision had blurred, and I knew my eyes were only half-open, I could see a small trail of blood going down his chin.
The last thing I remember, before falling into unconsciousness, was Peter's smile, and the feel of a kiss on my wrist.