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fembuckTitle: Welcome to the Fold
Author: Janine
Fandom: Blade the Series
Pairing: Krista/Chase
Rating: PG (so far)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Continuation of “A Brave New World” … Krista arrives at Chase’s new operation.
Previous chapters:
Prequel - A Brave New World
Welcome to the Fold - Parts 1-3
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Part 4
A Week Later
Krista rolled off of her bed into a standing position wrapping her arms around herself before she began pacing the room, tiny mewling sounds coming out of her throat every few seconds.
She was sweating. She could feel the thin material of her tank top clinging to her back and dark brown hair sticking to her forehead and neck.
It hurt.
Her whole body ached.
She stumbled as she walked, dizzy and uncoordinated.
She dropped down to the floor, resting her back against the side of her bed and dropped her head down onto her knees.
She was hungry.
Chase was right. When they had talked over dinner the week before she had been able to keep the animal blood down, it had made her feel queasy, but she had been able to keep it down. Unpleasant as it was, she was getting nutrients from it and that had been what was important. After all, she didn’t particularly think that life as she was should be a walk in the park, and the unpleasantness of feeding seemed like a fitting sort of penance.
But Chase was right. As the rest of the serum flushed itself from her system she became less and less able to process the animal blood. She had kept trying to drink it for five days after her system started to reject it but she hadn’t been able to keep any of it down. She had learned a very important life lesson from that, the only thing worse than puking, was puking blood. And she’d been doing a lot of that lately.
She hadn’t even bothered with the animal blood that day.
Desperately hungry she had managed to stumble down to the kitchen despite her fatigue and had fried up some eggs and made some toast. She’d gobbled it down standing right by the stove, but it hadn’t made a difference, it didn’t even fulfill her for a moment.
Krista growled in frustration out into the room, her fangs showing, before she dropped her head back down into her lap and hugged her arms around her legs as she shook slightly.
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Krista hissed turning her head to the side sharply trying to hide her eyes as her room filled up with light.
Growling weakly she turned to look towards the door.
“My dear, that is perhaps the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard,” Chase drawled looking down at Krista, her tone amused and smug.
“Turn off the light,” Krista muttered roughly still averting her face though it made no difference.
“I think not,” Chase replied crossing the room moving over to the window on the other side and pushing it open. “I appreciate the fact that you might have been homeless before I found you, but as long as you’re living here I’d rather if you didn’t smell like it,” she went on, her nose wrinkling a little as she turned back to face Krista.
Crossing the room once more Chase moved back to the door. She spoke softly for a moment and then came back into the room closing the door behind her with her foot before putting a tray down on the dresser.
“I think you’ve indulged for long enough,” Chase commented leaning back against the dresser and Krista looked up at her blinking, her eyes finally beginning to adjust to the light. “For three days now you’ve been completely useless. Lesson learned,” she continued clapping her hands. “It’s time to eat.”
And with that Chase turned around and turned over a glass resting on the tray she had carried in before picking up the pitcher beside it and pouring a glass of dark crimson liquid.
Krista breathed in deeply, her lips parting as the smell hit her.
Food.
“That’s a good girl,” Chase cooed as she approached Krista with the glass, crouching down just in front of the brunette, waving the glass of blood under her nose like a fine wine before moving it so that the glass rested against her lips. “Open the hanger,” Chase said softly a smile playing at her lips.
Krista’s lips parted slightly and Chase began to tilt the glass, easing the blood within towards Krista’s lips, but by the time the liquid migrated close enough Krista had clamped her mouth down again.
“No,” Krista said, her voice somewhat muffled with the glass still against it. “Can’t,” she said calling up what little strength she had left in her body and drawing her hand up to knock the glass out of Chase’s. It wasn’t much strength, and Chase was able to hold on to the glass, but she did manage to knock it away from her mouth.
Chase stood up, staring down at Krista irritably. She drew her leg back and kicked Krista in the shin. Did the skinny idiot think that she was the only person in the history of the vampire nation that had difficulty transitioning? It was never a picnic for any of them in the beginning.
“Why are you so stupid?” Chase yelled drawing her foot back and kicking Krista again before she ran a hand through her hair and turned around placing the glass of blood back down on the tray. “Look at you,” Chase went on turning back around. Krista was weak and vulnerable. She was utterly helpless. If she had been this stubborn and had stayed out on the streets on her own instead of coming with her to the coven, she would have been easy prey for any predator she came across, human or vampire. As vampires they had so much strength and power, but they had to feed to utilize it, if they didn’t it was useless, they were useless. Chase knew that for a fact.
She kicked Krista again, and Krista growled weakly and tried to angle herself away from Chase’s blows somewhat unsuccessfully.
“Pathetic,” Chase spat, drawing her leg back again but not bothering to kick Krista again. It wasn’t satisfying in the least with the brunette in such a sorry state. “I should just let you waste away in your inglorious, shabby wretchedness,” she continued sighing before she reached for her sleeves and began to roll them up.
“I haven’t even gotten two solid days work out of you,” Chase grumbled as she brought her arm up to her mouth and bit down, puncturing her own skin. Krista might have been able to resist room temperature blood being fed to her in a glass, but Chase knew that in the state she was in, if a pulsing vein flowing with blood was put in front of her there would be no way that Krista would be able to resist it. It was a survival instinct. She would drink from an open wound.
Bending down again, Chase settled herself on the floor beside Krista and grabbed a handful of luscious dark hair then tugged Krista towards her placing her bleeding arm in front of Krista’s mouth.
“Drink you idiot,” Chase said as she heard a low moan emanate from Krista and felt the brunette’s tongue rub against her skin. “Even animals are smart enough to drink when led to water,” she continued giving Krista’s hair a hard tug, knowing that angering her would help bring out the beast. “Are you dumber than a bloody dog?”
Krista reached up, her arms wrapping around Chase’s forearm holding it in place against her mouth. She didn’t want to drink from Chase, but even as the thought ran through her head she felt herself licking up the blood that stained Chase’s wrist from where the blonde had bitten herself.
Chase’s skin was so warm against her mouth, her blood hot and thick, and she was so hungry. She was so hungry. She needed to drink, just a little bit, just enough so that she could think, a little taste, just a little taste…
Chase tipped her head back, her lips parting, sucking in a deep breath as she felt Krista’s fangs penetrate her skin as the brunette began to drink. The fingers Chase had tangled in Krista’s hair loosened their hold, her fingers massaging the brunette’s scalp as Krista yanked her arm tighter against her mouth, her fingers digging in to the flesh of Chase’s arm leaving tiny half-moon shaped cuts. The sensation was positively delicious.
Chase tilted her head back, her fingers moving softly in Krista’s hair as the brunette continued to drink. She was such as infuriating woman. Everything, absolutely everything with Krista had to be a struggle. It seemed clear to Chase that the brunette was some kind of masochist, but she wasn’t even the fun kind. Somehow Krista had found a way to ruin that too.
Chase closed her eyes and sighed softly as Krista continued to drink.
She didn’t even know why she cared about the stupid woman or why she was helping her. No one had helped her when she was turned and she managed just fine … eventually. Besides, Krista had been nothing but a bother and an inconvenience to her since they met, and she had been even more worthless since Chase had tracked her down a week and a half ago. It made absolutely no sense for her to be putting herself out like this for Krista. But she found that her actions when it came to Krista usually made little to no sense to her. Even back at Marcus’ coven, she had lusted after Krista as much as she hated her. She was fascinated by her as much as she was bored to tears by her girl-scout philosophizing. She felt worry and concern for her as much as she wanted to throw her out a window at noon on a cloudless day. She was attracted to her as well as repulsed by her, but the attraction, the lust, the concern and the fascination always seemed to win out.
Chase’s head lolled to the side tiredly and her eyes snapped open.
Chase yanked her arm away from Krista’s mouth, blood pumping out of her arm until she brought it up to her own lips, sucking until the wound healed over.
Krista’s head tilted to the side sleepily and she gazed over at Chase with a glassy expression. Her colour had already improved, but Chase knew that it would be a few hours before the full effects of her blood kicked in and rejuvenated Krista’s system. And even then she would need to feed a couple more times before she had recovered completely, instead of just enough to function.
Chase stood, swaying slightly, feeling the blood loss acutely. Carefully she took a few steps forward moving over towards the dresser and picked up the glass of blood she had placed there earlier.
It wasn’t her favorite way to dine, but she needed to top up her system.
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Chase wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before smacking her lips.
That had hit the spot.
Turning she saw Krista still slumped over on the floor. Putting the glass down, Chase then moved over to Krista and hoisted the brunette up easily before laying her down on her bed.
Chase sat down on the bed beside Krista’s prone body a moment later. She was certainly in better shape than the brunette, but she didn’t feel quite ready to leave the room yet. As the coven’s fearless leader she needed to seem almost invulnerable and she was sure that she seemed anything but at the moment all ashen faced and specked with blood.
At least that’s what she told herself, before she shifted on the bed, lifting her legs up onto the mattress and pushed backwards until her back was resting against the headboard, her eyes dropping down to her lap a moment later when she felt Krista’s arm snake around her waist and her head come to rest in her lap.
The brunette was still operating on instinct. The blood flowing through her system was acting like an intoxicant, it was the hemoglobin equivalent to the rush someone deprived of oxygen for some time got when they took in their first gulp of air. All Krista was aware of at the moment was a warm body, nice smells and gentle touches and she nuzzled into them.
Chase allowed her eyes to close as her hand idly petted Krista’s hair. She’d stay for a few more moments until Krista had fallen asleep and then she would leave.
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Krista swallowed, shifting against the warm body underneath hers as she slowly awoke. Pulling her face away from the warm nook it had been nestled in, she licked her lips only to discover that they were slick and sticky. She blinked, the taste on her lips quickly chasing away the lingering effects of the deep sleep she had been.
“Finally awake are you?”
Krista turned her head to the side blinking rapidly trying to focus her eyes though she recognized the voice speaking to her immediately as Chase.
“It’s alright if you over-slept. There’s no rush since you just had breakfast,” Chase continued lifting her right hand to her neck, drawing her fingers down her own skin before pulling them back so that she could look at them. The tips were coated in blood.
Krista eyes followed Chase’s movement, her tongue licking out of her mouth unconsciously as she stared at the blood smeared digits. She still had the taste of Chase on her lips and it called to her. She felt herself swaying towards the tantalizing reddened digits.
Chase smiled as she felt Krista lean forward and then felt the brunette’s lips on her fingers, sucking the digits into her mouth, cleaning them thoroughly before releasing them.
Krista moaned and fell back against the mattress throwing her arm over her eyes as her mind began to clear. She remembered why Chase was in her room, though she was somewhat uncertain about how Chase ended up in her bed.
“I fed from you,” Krista breathed out a moment later, her tone embarrassed and slightly pained.
“A few times,” Chase said her fingers unconsciously going back to the healed wound on her neck. “You were a hungry girl, even when unconscious,” she continued sliding her legs off of the bed as Krista brooded or whatever it was she was doing and moved over to the dresser once more pouring herself another glass of blood.
She had lost far more in the past ten hours than she had planned on when she first showed up at Krista’s door. After ‘resting her eyes’ she had awoken to find Krista on her neck drinking once more. She probably should have left after that, but there was something quite satisfying about feeling Krista Starr on top of her sucking her off that she just couldn’t tear herself away from.
“How do you feel?” Chase asked once she had drained the glass, her tongue peeking out of her mouth to catch a stray drop of blood before she focused her attention on Krista.
“Better,” Krista responded watching Chase longingly as the blonde licked her lips and hating herself for it. It probably wasn’t possible for her to sound anymore more grudging. “I should stay thank you,” Krista continued a moment later still lying on her side as she watched the blonde.
“But you won’t,” Chase replied knowing that there was a part of Krista that resented her deeply at the moment for forcing blood upon her even though she felt better because of it. Newborns were irritating that way, the vampire equivalent of teenagers, always trying to bite the hand that quite literally feed them. Ungrateful whiners the lot of them, but they were so cute.
Krista didn’t reply and Chase picked up the tray she had brought with her and moved towards the door.
“Chase,” Krista said, angling her head to look at the blonde as she shifted the tray into one hand and reached for the door knob with the other.
Chase lifted an eyebrow at her.
“Are you okay?” Krista asked studying the blonde. She realized that Chase was only trying to help her. She couldn’t quite figure out why that was, but when she had needed help in the past the blonde had usually been there for her and it seemed that she was still was. “I must have taken a lot from you.”
“I’ll be fine,” Chase replied smirking a little bit. She could see past Krista’s elementary word games. She understood that by asking about her was Krista’s was thanking her in her own stubborn way. She knew because it was something that she would have done. “I’m not a stubborn, pig-headed idiot,” she continued a moment later gazing down at Krista. “At least when it comes to feeding,” she added before Krista could comment. That hadn’t always been the case of course, but she had learned in time, as Krista would.
“So that’s a ‘yes’ then,” Krista muttered though there was a hint of something that resembled affection in her voice.
Chase opened the door without commenting and stepped out into the hallway pulling it in behind her, a small completely unwanted smile tugging at her lips as she began to walk away.
To be continued...
Author: Janine
Fandom: Blade the Series
Pairing: Krista/Chase
Rating: PG (so far)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Continuation of “A Brave New World” … Krista arrives at Chase’s new operation.
Previous chapters:
Prequel - A Brave New World
Welcome to the Fold - Parts 1-3
Part 4
A Week Later
Krista rolled off of her bed into a standing position wrapping her arms around herself before she began pacing the room, tiny mewling sounds coming out of her throat every few seconds.
She was sweating. She could feel the thin material of her tank top clinging to her back and dark brown hair sticking to her forehead and neck.
It hurt.
Her whole body ached.
She stumbled as she walked, dizzy and uncoordinated.
She dropped down to the floor, resting her back against the side of her bed and dropped her head down onto her knees.
She was hungry.
Chase was right. When they had talked over dinner the week before she had been able to keep the animal blood down, it had made her feel queasy, but she had been able to keep it down. Unpleasant as it was, she was getting nutrients from it and that had been what was important. After all, she didn’t particularly think that life as she was should be a walk in the park, and the unpleasantness of feeding seemed like a fitting sort of penance.
But Chase was right. As the rest of the serum flushed itself from her system she became less and less able to process the animal blood. She had kept trying to drink it for five days after her system started to reject it but she hadn’t been able to keep any of it down. She had learned a very important life lesson from that, the only thing worse than puking, was puking blood. And she’d been doing a lot of that lately.
She hadn’t even bothered with the animal blood that day.
Desperately hungry she had managed to stumble down to the kitchen despite her fatigue and had fried up some eggs and made some toast. She’d gobbled it down standing right by the stove, but it hadn’t made a difference, it didn’t even fulfill her for a moment.
Krista growled in frustration out into the room, her fangs showing, before she dropped her head back down into her lap and hugged her arms around her legs as she shook slightly.
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Krista hissed turning her head to the side sharply trying to hide her eyes as her room filled up with light.
Growling weakly she turned to look towards the door.
“My dear, that is perhaps the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard,” Chase drawled looking down at Krista, her tone amused and smug.
“Turn off the light,” Krista muttered roughly still averting her face though it made no difference.
“I think not,” Chase replied crossing the room moving over to the window on the other side and pushing it open. “I appreciate the fact that you might have been homeless before I found you, but as long as you’re living here I’d rather if you didn’t smell like it,” she went on, her nose wrinkling a little as she turned back to face Krista.
Crossing the room once more Chase moved back to the door. She spoke softly for a moment and then came back into the room closing the door behind her with her foot before putting a tray down on the dresser.
“I think you’ve indulged for long enough,” Chase commented leaning back against the dresser and Krista looked up at her blinking, her eyes finally beginning to adjust to the light. “For three days now you’ve been completely useless. Lesson learned,” she continued clapping her hands. “It’s time to eat.”
And with that Chase turned around and turned over a glass resting on the tray she had carried in before picking up the pitcher beside it and pouring a glass of dark crimson liquid.
Krista breathed in deeply, her lips parting as the smell hit her.
Food.
“That’s a good girl,” Chase cooed as she approached Krista with the glass, crouching down just in front of the brunette, waving the glass of blood under her nose like a fine wine before moving it so that the glass rested against her lips. “Open the hanger,” Chase said softly a smile playing at her lips.
Krista’s lips parted slightly and Chase began to tilt the glass, easing the blood within towards Krista’s lips, but by the time the liquid migrated close enough Krista had clamped her mouth down again.
“No,” Krista said, her voice somewhat muffled with the glass still against it. “Can’t,” she said calling up what little strength she had left in her body and drawing her hand up to knock the glass out of Chase’s. It wasn’t much strength, and Chase was able to hold on to the glass, but she did manage to knock it away from her mouth.
Chase stood up, staring down at Krista irritably. She drew her leg back and kicked Krista in the shin. Did the skinny idiot think that she was the only person in the history of the vampire nation that had difficulty transitioning? It was never a picnic for any of them in the beginning.
“Why are you so stupid?” Chase yelled drawing her foot back and kicking Krista again before she ran a hand through her hair and turned around placing the glass of blood back down on the tray. “Look at you,” Chase went on turning back around. Krista was weak and vulnerable. She was utterly helpless. If she had been this stubborn and had stayed out on the streets on her own instead of coming with her to the coven, she would have been easy prey for any predator she came across, human or vampire. As vampires they had so much strength and power, but they had to feed to utilize it, if they didn’t it was useless, they were useless. Chase knew that for a fact.
She kicked Krista again, and Krista growled weakly and tried to angle herself away from Chase’s blows somewhat unsuccessfully.
“Pathetic,” Chase spat, drawing her leg back again but not bothering to kick Krista again. It wasn’t satisfying in the least with the brunette in such a sorry state. “I should just let you waste away in your inglorious, shabby wretchedness,” she continued sighing before she reached for her sleeves and began to roll them up.
“I haven’t even gotten two solid days work out of you,” Chase grumbled as she brought her arm up to her mouth and bit down, puncturing her own skin. Krista might have been able to resist room temperature blood being fed to her in a glass, but Chase knew that in the state she was in, if a pulsing vein flowing with blood was put in front of her there would be no way that Krista would be able to resist it. It was a survival instinct. She would drink from an open wound.
Bending down again, Chase settled herself on the floor beside Krista and grabbed a handful of luscious dark hair then tugged Krista towards her placing her bleeding arm in front of Krista’s mouth.
“Drink you idiot,” Chase said as she heard a low moan emanate from Krista and felt the brunette’s tongue rub against her skin. “Even animals are smart enough to drink when led to water,” she continued giving Krista’s hair a hard tug, knowing that angering her would help bring out the beast. “Are you dumber than a bloody dog?”
Krista reached up, her arms wrapping around Chase’s forearm holding it in place against her mouth. She didn’t want to drink from Chase, but even as the thought ran through her head she felt herself licking up the blood that stained Chase’s wrist from where the blonde had bitten herself.
Chase’s skin was so warm against her mouth, her blood hot and thick, and she was so hungry. She was so hungry. She needed to drink, just a little bit, just enough so that she could think, a little taste, just a little taste…
Chase tipped her head back, her lips parting, sucking in a deep breath as she felt Krista’s fangs penetrate her skin as the brunette began to drink. The fingers Chase had tangled in Krista’s hair loosened their hold, her fingers massaging the brunette’s scalp as Krista yanked her arm tighter against her mouth, her fingers digging in to the flesh of Chase’s arm leaving tiny half-moon shaped cuts. The sensation was positively delicious.
Chase tilted her head back, her fingers moving softly in Krista’s hair as the brunette continued to drink. She was such as infuriating woman. Everything, absolutely everything with Krista had to be a struggle. It seemed clear to Chase that the brunette was some kind of masochist, but she wasn’t even the fun kind. Somehow Krista had found a way to ruin that too.
Chase closed her eyes and sighed softly as Krista continued to drink.
She didn’t even know why she cared about the stupid woman or why she was helping her. No one had helped her when she was turned and she managed just fine … eventually. Besides, Krista had been nothing but a bother and an inconvenience to her since they met, and she had been even more worthless since Chase had tracked her down a week and a half ago. It made absolutely no sense for her to be putting herself out like this for Krista. But she found that her actions when it came to Krista usually made little to no sense to her. Even back at Marcus’ coven, she had lusted after Krista as much as she hated her. She was fascinated by her as much as she was bored to tears by her girl-scout philosophizing. She felt worry and concern for her as much as she wanted to throw her out a window at noon on a cloudless day. She was attracted to her as well as repulsed by her, but the attraction, the lust, the concern and the fascination always seemed to win out.
Chase’s head lolled to the side tiredly and her eyes snapped open.
Chase yanked her arm away from Krista’s mouth, blood pumping out of her arm until she brought it up to her own lips, sucking until the wound healed over.
Krista’s head tilted to the side sleepily and she gazed over at Chase with a glassy expression. Her colour had already improved, but Chase knew that it would be a few hours before the full effects of her blood kicked in and rejuvenated Krista’s system. And even then she would need to feed a couple more times before she had recovered completely, instead of just enough to function.
Chase stood, swaying slightly, feeling the blood loss acutely. Carefully she took a few steps forward moving over towards the dresser and picked up the glass of blood she had placed there earlier.
It wasn’t her favorite way to dine, but she needed to top up her system.
---
Chase wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before smacking her lips.
That had hit the spot.
Turning she saw Krista still slumped over on the floor. Putting the glass down, Chase then moved over to Krista and hoisted the brunette up easily before laying her down on her bed.
Chase sat down on the bed beside Krista’s prone body a moment later. She was certainly in better shape than the brunette, but she didn’t feel quite ready to leave the room yet. As the coven’s fearless leader she needed to seem almost invulnerable and she was sure that she seemed anything but at the moment all ashen faced and specked with blood.
At least that’s what she told herself, before she shifted on the bed, lifting her legs up onto the mattress and pushed backwards until her back was resting against the headboard, her eyes dropping down to her lap a moment later when she felt Krista’s arm snake around her waist and her head come to rest in her lap.
The brunette was still operating on instinct. The blood flowing through her system was acting like an intoxicant, it was the hemoglobin equivalent to the rush someone deprived of oxygen for some time got when they took in their first gulp of air. All Krista was aware of at the moment was a warm body, nice smells and gentle touches and she nuzzled into them.
Chase allowed her eyes to close as her hand idly petted Krista’s hair. She’d stay for a few more moments until Krista had fallen asleep and then she would leave.
---
Krista swallowed, shifting against the warm body underneath hers as she slowly awoke. Pulling her face away from the warm nook it had been nestled in, she licked her lips only to discover that they were slick and sticky. She blinked, the taste on her lips quickly chasing away the lingering effects of the deep sleep she had been.
“Finally awake are you?”
Krista turned her head to the side blinking rapidly trying to focus her eyes though she recognized the voice speaking to her immediately as Chase.
“It’s alright if you over-slept. There’s no rush since you just had breakfast,” Chase continued lifting her right hand to her neck, drawing her fingers down her own skin before pulling them back so that she could look at them. The tips were coated in blood.
Krista eyes followed Chase’s movement, her tongue licking out of her mouth unconsciously as she stared at the blood smeared digits. She still had the taste of Chase on her lips and it called to her. She felt herself swaying towards the tantalizing reddened digits.
Chase smiled as she felt Krista lean forward and then felt the brunette’s lips on her fingers, sucking the digits into her mouth, cleaning them thoroughly before releasing them.
Krista moaned and fell back against the mattress throwing her arm over her eyes as her mind began to clear. She remembered why Chase was in her room, though she was somewhat uncertain about how Chase ended up in her bed.
“I fed from you,” Krista breathed out a moment later, her tone embarrassed and slightly pained.
“A few times,” Chase said her fingers unconsciously going back to the healed wound on her neck. “You were a hungry girl, even when unconscious,” she continued sliding her legs off of the bed as Krista brooded or whatever it was she was doing and moved over to the dresser once more pouring herself another glass of blood.
She had lost far more in the past ten hours than she had planned on when she first showed up at Krista’s door. After ‘resting her eyes’ she had awoken to find Krista on her neck drinking once more. She probably should have left after that, but there was something quite satisfying about feeling Krista Starr on top of her sucking her off that she just couldn’t tear herself away from.
“How do you feel?” Chase asked once she had drained the glass, her tongue peeking out of her mouth to catch a stray drop of blood before she focused her attention on Krista.
“Better,” Krista responded watching Chase longingly as the blonde licked her lips and hating herself for it. It probably wasn’t possible for her to sound anymore more grudging. “I should stay thank you,” Krista continued a moment later still lying on her side as she watched the blonde.
“But you won’t,” Chase replied knowing that there was a part of Krista that resented her deeply at the moment for forcing blood upon her even though she felt better because of it. Newborns were irritating that way, the vampire equivalent of teenagers, always trying to bite the hand that quite literally feed them. Ungrateful whiners the lot of them, but they were so cute.
Krista didn’t reply and Chase picked up the tray she had brought with her and moved towards the door.
“Chase,” Krista said, angling her head to look at the blonde as she shifted the tray into one hand and reached for the door knob with the other.
Chase lifted an eyebrow at her.
“Are you okay?” Krista asked studying the blonde. She realized that Chase was only trying to help her. She couldn’t quite figure out why that was, but when she had needed help in the past the blonde had usually been there for her and it seemed that she was still was. “I must have taken a lot from you.”
“I’ll be fine,” Chase replied smirking a little bit. She could see past Krista’s elementary word games. She understood that by asking about her was Krista’s was thanking her in her own stubborn way. She knew because it was something that she would have done. “I’m not a stubborn, pig-headed idiot,” she continued a moment later gazing down at Krista. “At least when it comes to feeding,” she added before Krista could comment. That hadn’t always been the case of course, but she had learned in time, as Krista would.
“So that’s a ‘yes’ then,” Krista muttered though there was a hint of something that resembled affection in her voice.
Chase opened the door without commenting and stepped out into the hallway pulling it in behind her, a small completely unwanted smile tugging at her lips as she began to walk away.
To be continued...
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