I am still debating the pros and cons of my hasty idea. One should never make big decisions under the influence of lust or hunger. I could have, should have killed her but spared her. She sates me, keeps me full, and amused. Her low maintenance and appreciation of the smallest things captivates, as much as her aura and appearance. Something about her makes you feel soothed in her presence.
I guide her with the arm draped over her body. She's almost puppeted by my arm and the shifting of my body. The sun glistens on her hair and several children stare at it's deep forest hue. She smiles at them timidly, and a little boy flushes up to his hair line. I herd her into the department store beside her workplace, not yet wanting to take her in there and have her more confused.
"Sera, I want you to pick out some clothing and items you might need to care for yourself." She snaps her head up, face uncomfortable.
"Um...can it wait till I'm paid again? My bills were just paid and I'm low. Perhaps we can window shop?"
"No. No, because I'm paying. It's part of your birthday gift. You'd be rude to refuse me." Somehow, without a change in tone, she has detected malice in my voice and she nods.
"Alright. Thank you. But what would you have me get? I'm afraid to buy something you wouldn't approve to pay for." I snort. I have money just sitting, rarely even used. I've collected for years, and she thinks she's breaking me up. We make our way through the store, and I pick the things I want her to have. I pick up shoes, socks, panties, and several nice dresses and outfits. She has chosen one item. A giant fleece sweatshirt that could house us both. I snatch it away and scold her.
"You have those already. It's entirely too big. Pick again." I rethink. "Better yet, go to the personal care aisle. Pick body care, hair care, teeth and skin things. Don't leave until I join you. I take an abandoned cart and set what she's gotten so far into it. I get her some casual things too. Just for good measure. Not that she'll be wearing much. I make way to the lingerie and I grab several racey sets and pieces. Some stockings too. She will model these tonight. I bury them under the clothing so she doesn't fret and I find her studying body wash bottles. She decides against all but one and sets her items over. Lotions, conditioners, shaving supplies, tooth paste and a brush, deodorant, feminine care. She looks at her feet as I study the items. "Good job. Perfect."
I grab some green silk bedsheet and case set and she picks a cover that has a magnificent tree design. I pay and lead us to the street, where I hail a cab and take her to the grocery. The cab halts before us as I push her in and set our bags in.
"Thank you. You didn't have to go that overboard. I feel terrible, having taken so much already."
"You no need to thank me, though it's sweet. You've given me more than the costs of all of this, I owe you this and more." She puts her head into me, and I knead her scalp through her hair. I didn't lie. I have no idea how much it would cost to buy virginity, cuddling, blood, memories and energy. Let alone buy a living person to extract them from. I've never even bought or owned a dog. Technically Sera is my first pet, of any kind.
"You should've bought yourself something too though." She replies. I reach into the bag and flash the lingerie at her.
"I did." I smirk as her eyes go rounder. She hides behind her hand and her heart picks up. I remove her hand to see her cheeks aglow and the uneasy smile of the embarrassed.
"Oh no. I'll...I'll look like a baked potato in that. I look pitiful enough as it is." She says softly. I crack up at her simile.
"Potatoes are delectable. I might eat you alive." I taunt.
"There's a whole man upfront who can hear us." She whispers, mortified. I only grin wider.
The driver stops to let us out and I pay him extra to wait for us a few minutes while we shop. I have her shop for essential ingredients and everything else. I have limited knowledge of human food. She has us a healthy mix of items, endless combinations. She was giddy the whole time. One would have thought she was picking her wedding dress or had won the lottery. This is the lottery for her. I recall her pathetic pantry. She probably hasn't seen this much food in quite sometime.
In some of the memories I absorbed I seen her impoverished childhood, abusive alcoholic father, absent mother. I felt the hunger cramps contort her belly as her childhood self cried itself to sleep. I rarely care about the suffering of others, I'm built to be immune, but she pulls on a heartstring I never knew existed. Which makes perfect sense, she's my own food source. Of course I would feel touchy over her, it would inconvenience me.
"Nox?" She tentatively asks.
"Yes?" I raise a brow at her.
"Where do we go after this?"
"Home. We go home." I set the groceries from the cart to the cab. I get in with Sera and give directions to the driver.
"That's not where I live..." She urges.
"Oh, don't I know it. You are living with me now. " Panic washes over her, and I twist her precious feelings. "You promised me last week you'd come live with me after your birthday. I've done all this. Bought all this for you..." I frown at her, trying to be sad but by her expression I can tell I embody rage instead.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't be upset. I said that because I honestly didn't remember. I was surprised." I pull away from her and shove her away. She curls up against the window, staring out at passing cars as a labrador would. I reach for her and she ducks away in fear and her hand finds the door. I notice a bruise forming on her upper arm as the cardigan sleeve has slid from her shoulder. I hadn't realized how hard I shoved her.
"Sera. Calm down. It was an accident. Come here?" I try to soothe her. I need her within reach so I can eat her fears away. I can clear this from her, it'll be like it never happened. I want to strike her, but I refrain because of the driver.
"Just take me to my home. Everyone hits me. I'm tired of being a punching bag. Return the things. I'll send you my check for your troubles." I narrow my eyes at this bold little bitch and I pull her into me forcefully. She tries to struggle, but despite her strength she fails. I press ours heads together urgently and hurriedly take my fill of her turmoil. In her mind's eye I see the rage in my face as slam her into the door. I thought I had only pushed her away. My eyes were black and sinister as I watched her mockingly cower against the door. In her mind she was preparing for another blow. I decide to possess her so she doesn't alarm or cab driver with any more disturbance than she already has. I make her sleep against me until the cab stops in my drive. I pay my dues and set our bags out on the walkway leading in. I reach in and grab her up and over my shoulder. I relinquish control and let her have herself back.
"Welcome home, pet. I will sit you in the mudroom. Stay until our bags are in." I unlock with the hidden key and shove her into the mudroom. She stays put until I've brought everything in and helps me put it away. She surprises me with a hug afterwards. I tell her to grab the clothing bags and she lunges for them, playfully running to race me, then realizing she doesn't know the destination. I seize her with one arm and pack her with me. She pretends to pout and licks me to try to make me re lease her.
"Get down. You stink!" I drop her in the floor as I stash her things where I want them.
"Liar! I showered this morning. Didn't I?"
"Yes, but without me." She pulls her knees in.
"Do we typically shower together?" She inquires.
"Of course we do. We love eachother. We slept together, shower together, and now we live together. We'll never be apart." She smiles at my ominous words. I strip her quickly and put her into the ruby set of lingerie with the dark stockings to match the black embroidery. It took some mind manipulation to get her to agree, and still she blushes under my appreciative gaze. She looks so beautiful though. Her silky green waves cascade around us as we play and romp throughout the room. Her strong legs 'trap' me for a kiss, and I allow this, loving her boldness of taking a little control.
We make love for hours, exploring the entire house and even the balcony outside my room. We orgasm over and over, and I feed on the delicious abundance of lust that rolls off of her just for me. I finally let her be, fearing that I will harm her. I run us a warm bath in the giant tub as I know she won't feel well. Her body is weakened, and without my manipulation she would be unconscious. I scoop her into the bath with me and she crawls onto me and holds me, like she did last night when she reached for me. My body is lazy and sated once more. She surrenders to the dream world, tucked comfortably under my chin.
I wet her neck with my tongue and drink a little blood, just because I am gluttonous. I notice her skin become ashen, and it takes everything in me to pry my teeth from her before it's too late. I dry us and pack her to the kitchen, attempting to figure out how to feed a human. It's like chemistry. I have no clue what the ratios are for or how to mix these ingredients together. I settle for a sandwich for her. I've seen them eat these on benches in the streets. Bread, cheese, meat, and salt? Yes. You have to season it. That's why they buy the spices. I whip it up and bring her awake, her eyes dark under my possession. I will her to eat and she eats several sandwiches straight down, and then the orange juice I hand her. I put her back to sleep and deposit her on the bed while I lay and wait. Her heart sounds fine. She will be fine.
No more blood. I'll find others for blood. Sex and energy from her should keep me satisfied. I know I'll never resist.