Chapter Seven - First Feeding
Camille looked deep into the darkness, and her eyes adjusted to it quite quickly. She saw a very familiar figure in the corner of her room. A pale face with large brown eyes was staring at me from the shadows.
"What?" Camille questioned, unsure of her own eyes. "How'd you get here? How'd you get into my room?"
"You left your window open a crack." Danielle stated. "I've been watching you for about a quarter of an hour. What an interesting dream you must have been having." She stood up and walked slowly over to Camille's bed, and knelt on the edge of the mattress.
Camille tried to slide closer to the wall to put more distance between themselves. But she wasn't scared. She just wanted a better view of the sultry beauty. Camilles scanned her from head to knees, sitting on her mattress infront of her.
"Are you sure that your need for Teia is just caused by the need for blood, Camille? Or is it something else?"
She averted her eyes from Danielle's...She didn't know what to sad. She didn't even really know the answer herself, she was too confused.
"Oh, I think my little fledgling is fallen deep into lust. Not just the lust for blood, but the lust for Teia as well!" Danielle said, quietly but excitedly. "Such a cliché, vampirism associated with romance. Don't worry, it's alright."
Camille just stared at Danielle. "Lust. For Teia?" she thought to herself. "No, no, no. I can't look at Teia like that! She's my best friend!" Then she thought of her dream again, and how good the kiss felt. And how good Teia's soft hands felt through her hair. And how her body seemed to melt against her own. So vivid.
Danielle's face softened. She sighed slightly, then came closer to me so we were sitting face to face. She reached up and brushed Camille's cheek with her fingers.
"Camille, you need help with this, and I can help you. Will you let me?"
She didn't know wha Danielle was asking, but she did know that she needed help. Camille nodded her head.
Camille crawled off her bed and locked the door, and returned to her place on the bed against the wall.
The brunette slid her sweater off of her shoulders, revealing a thin blue top with spagetti straps, just dark enough in colour that it wasn't see through in the dark room. Before discarding her sweater, she reached into one of the pockets and pulled out what looked like a razor.
"This is safe, and clean. I made sure before I got here." She said, mainly to herself.
Camille watched in awe as Danielle took the razor and began to cut a small cross in the skin on her shoulder. Two perfect little lines, bleeding already, and Danielle's calm expression on her face didn't even change. It was like she'd done it so many times before, she didn't feel it anymore.
She could smell it again, and she wanted it. Camille knew what she was to do, and without any word of permission, she leant forward and licked at the new cuts on her mentor's shoulder. Danielle let out a shaky breath as Camille began to suck, urging as much blood out as possible. Camille felt floaty, and light.
After a while, Danielle let out a small whimper when Camille let go. The blood had clotted, and would bleed no more.
Camille's heart slowed from that irratic pace it was in when she had woke up. A calm feeling washed over her. Everything was alright now.
She must have done something to make Danielle smile, because she did.
"Rest. You should go back to sleep." Danielle said, with a very unfamiliar caring tone in her voice.
Camille did as she was told. She lied her head down on her pilled, as did Danielle. They were laying face to face in Camilles bed, Danielle brushing stray hairs out of Camille's eye. Soon, the two were both fast asleep.