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I tangle my hands in his hair to keep him close to me, but the more he drinks, the more the effects of the blood loss start to set in. I feel myself growing weaker, which I find oddly surprising. He must be able to drink much faster than a blood draw. He’s only been at it a few seconds, but I can tell he’s taking a lot.
He pulls off my neck for a moment, studying my face with my blood on his lips.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, falling slack in his arms. “Make me yours, Michel. Eternally yours.”
“Not yet, my love.”
My head flops, supported by his arm, and I see the frown form on his face as my vision blurs. “Can’t…see…you…”
“Eli?” He shakes me slightly. “Fuck. Eli.”
I smile, dragging my hand down his chest. “Gotta do it now, Michel.” White light floods my vision, but it starts to fade, turning gray and then black at the edges. Instinctively, I know what’s happening. I’m dying. He has no choice now.
I try hard to focus on his face, squinting, I want to smile, but fear grips me and I claw at his chest. “Don’t… let me… die. Mich—”
And then the darkness drags me under.
* * *
I bolt upright with a gasp as air floods my lungs, swallowing around the mouthful of coppery liquid coating my tongue. Before I can get my bearings, my body shakes uncontrollably, and I continue trying to catch my breath.
Michel’s voice reaches my ears, frantic and distant, as if he’s in a tunnel far away, but I can’t see him. I can’t see anything. I clutch my chest, coughing and almost heaving. My stomach cramps painfully, my chest seizing.
“Mi-mi…” I try to call his name, but the word won’t form.
“I’m here, Eli.”
His hand is on my back, bringing instant comfort as terrifying tremors rack my body. My hands and feet are numb, but my head is pounding. It all stops suddenly, throwing me back from the sudden shift. I try to catch my breath as tears stream down my face, but pain in my hands draws my attention to them.
I raise them so I can see them, and as my vision clears, I watch in awe as my fingernails elongate. It’s not painful, more uncomfortable, and as it happens, I notice how crisp everything in the room looks.
I finally find Michel sitting beside me, his face a mask of panic and concern. I open my mouth to speak but I grip my face as more pain shoots through my gums. I feel, rather than see, my teeth adjusting, moving on their own to make way for something new and different.
“Gods of hell,” Michel whispers. “Your eyes.”
“Wh-wha?” I still can’t seem to form words around my changing mouth.
“They are beautiful, Eli. Like the rarest jewels.”
I nod, wishing I could ask to see them but not trusting my ability to speak yet. Is it over?
I twist my head sharply at a loud noise, only to find a tiny fly landing on the nightstand, no doubt attracted to the scent of blood. I stare at it, literally awestruck as I listen to thewisp, wispsound of it rubbing its wings together.
Michel moves and the sound of the blankets rustling is as loud as a rock concert.
“You get used to it,” Michel whispers, so softly I know I wouldn’t have heard him before this. “Your senses are turned up to a thousand now, which comes in handy, but does take time to adjust to.”
He hands me a glass and I drink it down without even noticing what it is. It’s blood, thick and sweet, and takes the edge off instantly.
“Am… Am I…”
“A vampire? Yes.”
I shake my head. “Done?”
“Oh. Yes. You’ll sleep now, and when you wake, you’ll experience the world in new ways.”
I grip his hand, squeezing. “Why…” I point to my throat.
