I Hooked Up With A Vampire- Now She's Forcing Me To Be Her Girlfriend!

The First Feed

"It's just an iron supplement, you'll need it for the blood loss." She explains, tucking her knees up to her chest as she sits down on the sofa.

I look at both of the objects in my hands, spying what plaster she put on my left wrist as I do.

"You put a Hello Kitty plaster on me?"

She smiles awkwardly at me, fidgeting with her hands.

"Sorry, I didn't have any others. Besides, they're cute, aren't they?"

I hold my wrist to my face, examining the plaster. It's a bright, hot pink with a pattern of Hello Kitty heads.

"I guess so," I sigh, shoving the iron tablet in my mouth and swallowing a gulp of water, covering my mouth with my left hand to force me to swallow it.

"Morgan?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"Why are you so nice?"

She's a bit taken aback by the question, her tongue fidgeting in her mouth as she thinks about an answer.

"Well, what do you mean by that?"

"It's just like... you're a vampire, you drink my blood, but you're nice about it. Like, you bite me and drink my blood, but you clean me up and put a plaster on afterwards. I dunno, I didn't really expect a vampire to be so... kind."

I turn my head to look at her, seeing her blush at my explanation. She tucks a small strand of hair behind her pointed ear as a small smile starts creeping onto her face.

"Well, I think it's always better to act kind. And you're my girlfriend after all, I should take care of you."
 
Morgan gives me a sheepish smile, leaning on my shoulder as she does.
She's right. I'm her... girlfriend. The label feels funny to me in a way I can't really describe.

"I saw your paintings on Instagram, by the way- you're so talented! Your work is beautiful." She sighs, burying her head in my shoulder.

"Thank you... Sorry, I'm feeling a bit lightheaded right now." I reply, tipping my head back to lean it on the sofa. I close my eyes again, too weary to keep them open. I can feel Morgan's long fingers wrapped around my left arm, her nails brushing against my skin.

"I would guess so. Shall I make us some tea?"

"Yeah, that would be nice."

Morgan nods and gets up off the couch, letting go of my arm and walking towards the kitchen.

I could fall asleep right now- or would it be passing out? I don't really know. The blood loss is making me feel funny, the dreariness making the world spin a bit. It feels a little bit like being drunk, except a lot less fun.

I can hear Morgan flick the kettle on, the water bubbling and boiling inside. The swinging creak of the cupboard doors, the clinking of the mugs, I focus on all these sounds, listening to the subtle rhythm they all make. I think that's one of the best things about playing an instrument- you find music in everything.

Morgan starts humming, her gentle tune synced perfectly with her actions. That's something I've noticed, her humming. She always hums to herself, soft little tunes that match her sweet speech patterns and childish voice. It's nice, calming, even.

I listen to her humming, letting her melodic notes drift me away to a half awake-half sleeping state. Suddenly she starts humming in a minor key, her tune becoming bittersweet. She hums her minor tune for a few seconds before switching it again, changing to a more familiar tune.

She starts gently humming Clair de Lune, beautifully drawing out the notes. She hits the notes perfectly, putting the teabags into the mugs in rhythm of the song.

"Clair de Lune."

"What was that, darling?"

"You're humming Clair de Lune. "

"Yes, it's a beautiful piece, isn't it?"

"Yeah. You hum it well too. It's nice." I sigh, hearing her exhale softly.

"...Thank you. Sugar?"

"No thanks."

"No? How on earth do you drink it?" she teases, taking out a jar of sugar and a teaspoon.

"Not really a fan of sugar."

" 'Not really a fan'? Diabolical." She giggles, stirring sugar into her mug, the spoon gently clinking against the sides.

"How much sugar are you putting in your tea?"

"None of your business, darling~"

I smirk to myself, knowing damn well she put more than 3 spoons in. I can hear it when she pauses from stirring and shuffles the spoon in the sugar. She's got a huge sweet tooth.

I hear her take both mugs off the counter, her footsteps approaching me.

"Here's your no sugar tea, my dear." She says, taking my hands and placing my fingers around the handle.

"Hey, Morgan,"

"Yes, Isla?"

"What do you mean by me tasting delicious?"

She takes a sip of her tea and I open my eyes, eyelids half closed. She blows on her tea, her red lips pursed gently.

"Well, your blood tastes different from others I've drank. Yours is rich, sweet and thick, with afternotes of 19 Crimes red wine."

Weirdly specific.

"You taste wonderful, you should take it as a compliment." She smiles, subtly showing off her fangs.

I reach up and hold her face in my hand, my thumb and fingers squishing her cheeks.

"Isla-"

"I wanna look at your fangs. Smile?"

She hesitantly smiles, her fangs out for show. I bring her face a bit closer to mine, examining her fangs properly.

They're large, pointed and very sharp, making them peek out from her upper lip when she closes her mouth. All of her teeth are bright, pearly white, but her fangs stand out even more, glinting in the artificial light of her apartment. Her teeth are framed with large, plump red lips, lip balm making them shine with an oily sheen.

"Isla..."

"Just getting a good look."

"I-Isla-"

I stop looking at her fangs, realising how close I'm holding her to my face. Her face has flushed a bright red, the tips of her pointed ears blushing too. She's looking away from me, an awkward, flustered look in her eyes.

"Sorry, that was rude."

I let her go, watching her hold her face with a slim hand. She opens her mouth to say something, but no sound comes out.

"It's alright..." she manages to say after a while, gently brushing her lips with her fingers thoughtfully.

I turn away awkwardly and take a sip of my tea, trying to not look at her, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

I felt something when I saw her blushing at me. I don't know what it was exactly, but it was a sort of fluttering sensation in my chest- A weird feeling I've never really felt before.

Something in me wants to meet up with her again.