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I walk over to my bike, bypassing drunks, after having said farewell to my co worker before heading home. It was her turn to close tonight at the bar and I was exhausted. “Smile for me, baby!” a man yells out across from the parking lot. My middle finger flies up in response before I ignite the engine and drive out of the parking lot. A few minutes later, and a few backroads later, I enter the usual quiet inside my home. I suppose most people would be going to sleep now but I had another agenda. I had promised a friend of mine that I would make her a potion for her husband’s receding hairline. “Why hello darling. I think its quite past your bedtime,” a deep voice says, startling me from the shadows. “Daniel. What a pleasant surprise,” I hiss back in response. I take off my jacket and set my things down in the kitchen before pulling out a bottle of scotch and another of brandy. I knew I shouldn’t have invited him over a couple years ago. Now he had entry whenever he pleased. “Sarcastic as ever,” he chuckles before stepping out of the darkness. His dark hair and golden eyes and chiseled frame from head to toe are mesmerizing. It could easily make even Apollo jealous. I can’t help but smile. In truth, I had missed his company. “What exactly are you here for? To share a drink?” I wink before handing him a glass of brandy, while I took the one with the scotch. “Something like that,” he steps forward, violating escort avcılar my personal space. “I’m actually here for a favor,” he whispers. His frosty sweet breath brushes over my face and I involuntarily step back. “What type of favor?” I coyly respond, before opening the fridge and pulling out some leftovers from the day before. “You want some?” I joke, fully aware that I might as well have offered him a can of dirt, as I put some chicken and vegetables into the microwave. Daniel is a friend of mine, that went far back a couple of centuries. Being a witch has its perks. The feral look in his eyes only reminds me of what I am dealing with. “When was the last time you fed?” I ask him, suddenly cautious. Daniel had a limited food source: live blood. Witch’s blood was extremely addictive, while vampires secreted chemicals in their bite to make the feeding process enjoyable. When a vampire fed on a witch, a severe addiction could be created. Unless you were a vampire’s soul mate, it was only a matter of time before you would be dead. “That’s the favor,” he replies before taking a sip of the brandy. Instantly the mood between us stiffens. My body is tense and ready to defend itself if necessary. A hungry vampire was not something to mess with. “How bad is it?” I ask. For him to ask me for blood meant true desperation. He knew the risks of the implications. Granted, he would pop up escort bahcesehir and leave every few months or so, but would at most stay for only a day or two. Was I really his first choice for help? Did he want me to lure a human to him? I had never done that before and I wasn’t sure if my conscious would allow it. “I haven’t fed properly in the past two and a half months,” he grimaces before tossing the rest of his drink down the sink. “What happened?” I ask, confused and worried. With the latest craze on vampire fiction, how could he have a shortage of willing and living blood bags? “More or less, I had a bad run in with some of Curiel’s pack. They hit me up on witch’s blood, got me hooked up on it, killed her, and were hoping I would die a slow painful death from the withdrawal. Obviously their plan didn’t quite go the way they wanted it to,” he states, walking towards my couch and plopping down. He closes his eyes before rubbing his temples. “And Curiel?” I reply, absorbing everything he was telling me. Daniel and Curiel had a blood splattered history of their own that I hardly knew about except for the deep hatred between the two. “Alive, but hiding.” His voice is tense. His eyes travel up and down my body as I walk towards him with a scotch bottle in hand. A warm rush goes through my inner extremities in response. Daniel had always had the ability to make me squirm underneath his beylikdüzü escort gaze, unlike any other male. Even incubi could not do that to me. “So, what’s the favor?” I ask, plopping right next to him and taking a swig. He looks at the floor, not anywhere near my face. “Would you be willing to give me blood?” he questions. I look into his golden eyes and I can feel my insides tremble. Now that I could see him in the better lighting, I could see the toll they had had on him. His hair isn’t as shiny and his skin has lost its glow. Essentially, he is falling apart. “Tell me one thing. If you and I were in reversed positions, would you give me blood?” I question him. My mind is reeling from the implication. His addiction to witch blood would manifest itself onto me and unless he could control his narcotic bite, both of us would be sent into a downward spiral. “I’m not sure I would,” he replies, sighing and hanging his head in defeat. My finger tips tease his hand, before entwining them together. It was a perfect fit like it always had been. I look up at him, my grey ones meeting his gold ones and I squeeze his hand reassuringly. “You owe me after this,” I tease before exposing my wrist to him. Daniel looks at me with gratitude before leaning forward and kissing me lightly on my wrist but not puncturing the skin. “Daniel, what are you–” I start, confused that he won’t feed, but Daniel interrupts me. “Shhh. Just relax, I’m a quarter incubus, don’t forget that.” I don’t quite understand the implication before lust fills my body. The last rational thought I have escapes my mind and I sigh in pleasure uncontrollably as he continues up my arm, to my lips.
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