Chapter 16: Change in the dynamic

 I am in the hut again, and I will spare you all the details of what happened after he took me to the graves. They were all the graves of his past lovers, by the way. Until now, he had about thirty of them. Why are they all dead, then? Well, simple, he drank them dry during sex. Yes, that is a thing. 

Well, I suppose a big chunk of them would have died of old age, if Ferenc hadn't gotten fang happy, but that wasn't to be. Now, I am faced with the thought that, the next time I have sex with a mortal, I will do it with the knowledge that I will need a body bag after that. A happy thought, no?

At least now I know why Ferenc needed me for Aliz. Vampires drink from their partners during sex. From other vampires, it doesn't result in death. But from mortals... yes, thirty gravestones in the woods. That is not to imply that Ferenc would have killed Aliz, had he kept on getting his blood through nurses. Aliz was looking forward to a life of luxury, and Ferenc, one of self-restraint. 

But with me...

Well, he doesn't have to show self-restraint, now, does he? He doesn't mince his words, doesn't sugar coat his insults behind sarcasm. Ferenc lets it be known that I need to earn him, and he lets it be known quite loudly. Just a couple of hours ago, he made me go on one of them torture devices, where you need to lift weights. 

 Oh, the horror. - killyourself89. 

The guy wants to keep you, and you won't exercise? What are you, one of them feminist fat acceptance middle-aged women? - dragonfly94. 

Lifting weights, even with vampire strength, gets tiring after an hour. But the rifle was in grabbing distance. Not of me, no, of Ferenc. He was running in place the entire time I was sweating buckets.

I think he wants to keep his body like that of a runner. Anyway, now I know how someone who has lost all hope looks like. Because Ferenc has put all his hopes on me losing the weight, and I'd hate to disappoint him, but it will take some time...

"Are you writing on the blog again?" Ferenc peers over my shoulders, and snorts. "I have not lost all hope. Everyone can lose weight." 

"Not me," I tell him, and he flicks me on the nose. 

"You already lost quite a bit," he counters, and I look at him, confused. 

"No, I didn't," I look down at myself. My stomach doesn't look any slimmer than the last time I took a good look. 

"Stand up," he commands me, and I do so. He takes a hold of my shirt, and then fists some of it, so it can sit tight on me again. My eyes widen. 

"Oh," is all I can say. I have indeed lost some weight. What a surprise. He then points at my pants, which are a bit loose around my legs. 

"See? It is not hopeless. With a liquid diet, and all the exercise I put you through, you will be thin by the end of the year," he grins at me, the tips of his fangs showing. I grin back.

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We stand like that for a while, his hand fisted in my shirt, and then he brings me closer to him. I just stare into his green eyes, wondering what he would do next. 

"There is something I want you to do," he tilts his head to the side, and exposes his neck for me. "Bite me, and drink." 

"What, no! That will kill you," I say, forgetting for a second that he is a vampire, and thus immune to death via vampire bites. 

"It won't," he assures me, and brings my mouth closer to his neck. His scent surrounds me, and I take in a deep breath of all that makes him. I can now recognize the scent.

Sandalwood, and his own scent underneath. I want to ask him about the name of his cologne, but hold my tongue. Even if he tells me, the chances are that I won't recognize the brand. 

"Why do you want to bite me? Would your blood have mind controlling effects on me?" Hey, don't blame me for tiptoeing around the issue. This is still the same guy who chased me for an entire night with a rifle, just so I can get my cardio done for the day. 

"It will allow me to get a feel for your feelings," he admits, and I suck in a breath, and try to wiggle out of his hold. 

"Heck no. My feelings are my own. They are private, Ferenc," I say, and he tilts his head back to look at me. 

"Call me Fer," he demands, and I gulp. 

"Why?" Why is he being so nice, all of a sudden? When are the insults back on the menu?

"Because I want to get to know you. I will let you drink from me, and then you will let me drink from you," he says, and I blink at him. 

"Don't you want to..." I begin, but his patience evaporates, and he forces my mouth next to his neck. 

"Drink," he snaps, and I take a side along glance, and my eyes land on the rifle. I know that it is loaded, and that Ferenc wasn't lying, when he told me that he wasn't even trying to hit me, back there, in the woods. So, I open my mouth, and sink my fangs in his skin. His blood is warm, and his skin has a pleasant taste. 

What do I have to do, to get to feed from him, instead of from dirty animals? Would he allow me the privilege? Or, would he throw insults at me, and tell me to go sleep in the woods? After a while, he pats my back, and I get my fangs out of his skin. He takes a hold of my neck, and then kisses the side of it. Soon, there are fangs in my skin, and I wince. Ouch.  

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