sucked in a huge breath as I’d not taken in a lick of air during my diatribe.
“Can I ask you something weird?” Dwayne inquired.
“Does it pertain?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, but hurry. I’m due in the agency in ten.”
“Don’t speak till I finish,” Dwayne said in a weary voice I’d never heard. “I am going to bite you. I will drink a very small amount of your blood so I can track you definitively. I don’t trust my sense of smell enough where your life is concerned. You will then bite me and drink. You will find it disgusting, disturbing and possibly somewhat erotic, which is gross because you’re straight and I’m gay, but you will do it. My blood will give you vampire strength. It’s temporary, so don’t freak. Let’s do it.”
“Was all that a joke?” I stammered.
“What? The straight and gay part?” He was confused. “Or the temporary part?”
“All of it,” I yelled.
“None of it’s a joke, Essie. We don’t have a lot of time here, so I’d suggest you slap your fangs onto my neck and suck.”
“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever thought about doing,” I muttered as Dwayne crawled over the seat and settled himself next to me.
“No crazier than going after Dragons,” he countered.
I rolled my eyes and reluctantly let my fangs descend. “What super powers will this give me? Will I be able to fly?”
Dwayne grinned and shrugged. “You’d have to pretty much drain me to get that skill.”
“Shut the hell up! You can fly? You never told me that.” Color me very impressed.
“You never asked. Give me your wrist and you take my neck.”
“Will this hurt you?” I asked as I leaned in.
“Don’t know. Never let a wolf near my neck.” He grinned and gave me a quick hug. “I love you, Essie. Before you came into my life, I had considered ending myself. Three hundred years is a long time to be alone. You’ve given me hope, a career as a drag queen and a dysfunctional family. I am supremely grateful. Bite me.”
And because I trusted him…I did.
It was odd and kind of icky. Not erotic for me at all and from the way Dwayne was laughing, I figured it wasn’t a turn-on for him either. He bit my wrist as I swallowed down his blood that tasted bizarrely like mac and cheese. After taking a quick nip of my O positive he closed the wound with his tongue.
I withdrew my fangs and closed my eyes as a rush of heat blasted through me, ending at my toes and fingertips. My vision sharpened and my sense of smell was insane. Holy hell, the self tanner smelled like butt.
“You have to go,” Dwayne said as he gently pushed me out of the car. “Remember, you are not superhuman. You’re just stronger with heightened senses for a day or two or three…”
“You have no clue how long this will last, do you?” I asked dryly.
“Um…no, but I don’t regret it for a moment. You needed it and I gave it. Ohhh, and that wasn’t at all sexy. It tickled and felt squishy.”
“Thanks,” I muttered as I grabbed my overnight bag and checked my gun.
“Are your panties up your ass?” Dwayne asked, concerned.
“No. Why?”
“Well, it looked like you were adjusting your hoohoo and I figured…”
“Dwayne,” I hissed. “I was not adjusting my hoohoo . I was checking my gun, which I wear on the inside of my thigh, but thank you for your concern.”
“Welcome.”
I studied him silently for a moment. He was three hundred. Maybe he knew something I didn’t. “Dwayne, do you know how to kill a Dragon?”
He nodded in reply, not smiling at all. “The usual. Take the heart out, or decapitate him, but that’s a bit difficult with all those sharp scales.”
“Right.” So much for another way to off a Dragon.
“I plan to mind meld those jack-offs at the Sherriff’s office,” he informed me smugly.
“I thought that kind of thing only worked on humans.”
“Maybe. I’ve never tried it on Dragons, but I can’t wait.” He clapped his hands like a child on Christmas
“Can I ask you something weird?” Dwayne inquired.
“Does it pertain?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, but hurry. I’m due in the agency in ten.”
“Don’t speak till I finish,” Dwayne said in a weary voice I’d never heard. “I am going to bite you. I will drink a very small amount of your blood so I can track you definitively. I don’t trust my sense of smell enough where your life is concerned. You will then bite me and drink. You will find it disgusting, disturbing and possibly somewhat erotic, which is gross because you’re straight and I’m gay, but you will do it. My blood will give you vampire strength. It’s temporary, so don’t freak. Let’s do it.”
“Was all that a joke?” I stammered.
“What? The straight and gay part?” He was confused. “Or the temporary part?”
“All of it,” I yelled.
“None of it’s a joke, Essie. We don’t have a lot of time here, so I’d suggest you slap your fangs onto my neck and suck.”
“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever thought about doing,” I muttered as Dwayne crawled over the seat and settled himself next to me.
“No crazier than going after Dragons,” he countered.
I rolled my eyes and reluctantly let my fangs descend. “What super powers will this give me? Will I be able to fly?”
Dwayne grinned and shrugged. “You’d have to pretty much drain me to get that skill.”
“Shut the hell up! You can fly? You never told me that.” Color me very impressed.
“You never asked. Give me your wrist and you take my neck.”
“Will this hurt you?” I asked as I leaned in.
“Don’t know. Never let a wolf near my neck.” He grinned and gave me a quick hug. “I love you, Essie. Before you came into my life, I had considered ending myself. Three hundred years is a long time to be alone. You’ve given me hope, a career as a drag queen and a dysfunctional family. I am supremely grateful. Bite me.”
And because I trusted him…I did.
It was odd and kind of icky. Not erotic for me at all and from the way Dwayne was laughing, I figured it wasn’t a turn-on for him either. He bit my wrist as I swallowed down his blood that tasted bizarrely like mac and cheese. After taking a quick nip of my O positive he closed the wound with his tongue.
I withdrew my fangs and closed my eyes as a rush of heat blasted through me, ending at my toes and fingertips. My vision sharpened and my sense of smell was insane. Holy hell, the self tanner smelled like butt.
“You have to go,” Dwayne said as he gently pushed me out of the car. “Remember, you are not superhuman. You’re just stronger with heightened senses for a day or two or three…”
“You have no clue how long this will last, do you?” I asked dryly.
“Um…no, but I don’t regret it for a moment. You needed it and I gave it. Ohhh, and that wasn’t at all sexy. It tickled and felt squishy.”
“Thanks,” I muttered as I grabbed my overnight bag and checked my gun.
“Are your panties up your ass?” Dwayne asked, concerned.
“No. Why?”
“Well, it looked like you were adjusting your hoohoo and I figured…”
“Dwayne,” I hissed. “I was not adjusting my hoohoo . I was checking my gun, which I wear on the inside of my thigh, but thank you for your concern.”
“Welcome.”
I studied him silently for a moment. He was three hundred. Maybe he knew something I didn’t. “Dwayne, do you know how to kill a Dragon?”
He nodded in reply, not smiling at all. “The usual. Take the heart out, or decapitate him, but that’s a bit difficult with all those sharp scales.”
“Right.” So much for another way to off a Dragon.
“I plan to mind meld those jack-offs at the Sherriff’s office,” he informed me smugly.
“I thought that kind of thing only worked on humans.”
“Maybe. I’ve never tried it on Dragons, but I can’t wait.” He clapped his hands like a child on Christmas
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