Lestat

Your blood drips from my finger tips. One by one, the drops fall into the bowl that we had set out. The bleeding from your wrist has slowed, so you take out the washcloth to clean up. As you stop the blood, I raise my hand above my mouth and wait until a single drop of blood lands on my tongue. Now you're a part of me.

I hold my slit wrist above your hand. My blood falls into your palm, then slips off the tips of your fingers. The blood flow is beginning to slow from my wrist and the bowl is almost full. I take the washcloth and hold it over my wrist and watch as you let one drop of my blood fall onto your tongue. I'm finally inside of you.

You taste so good to me. Everything about you is so delicious. The taste of your lips and your tongue. Your neck and chest. Now even your blood. I want to take the bowl and drink it all. I want to lick the blood from off your wrist. I want you to be inside of me.

I watch you lick your lips. I see the way you look at me. Your eyes are so hungry. You bite your bottom lip as you look at me and I know that you want me. You're so perfect for me. I can't wait for you to open up your wrist.

We haven't spoken a word since you slit your wrist. Just by the look in your eyes I know that it's my turn. I pick up the dagger sitting next to me and hold it over the flame. I do exactly as you had done. I pull the blade up my arm and hold it over your palm.

My eyes flash as I watch you pick up the dagger. It's taking all I have not to lose it and make a mistake. It'll just be a little bit longer now. I watch as you drag the blade up your arm. My nose fills with the metallic scent of blood and I reach out my hand. You blood falls into my palm, and then drips into the bowl.

After awhile the pain starts to decrease. The first stab of the blade was almost unbearable. I was a step away from stopping right there. But the look, the lust, in your eyes kept me going. Now I can feel myself relax and the pain is almost gone.

I saw your single moment of hesitation. I glanced away from the dagger for just a moment to look into your eyes. There was a look that was almost comparable to defeat. You looked up into my eyes at that moment, and you must've seen something in them. Something that told you to go on, because you continued.

My blood finally begins to slow, and the bowl is close to full. I look up to you to look for a sign of what I should do. You're too concentrated on my dripping blood to notice my glance, so I just do what I believe I should. I take the washcloth and hold it over the wound in my arm. I hope I'm doing this right. I've never done it before.

You bled quickly and deeply, but now your blood is slowing down. You pick up your washcloth and try to clean the cut. I lift my hand and let your blood drip to my mouth. How I've missed that taste. The fresh blood of a teenage girl. I almost forgot how delicious it was.

I don't know what comes next, so I look to you for directions. I'm not sure if we're allowed to speak or not, so I don't say a word. You have your eyes closed and are licking your lips. I let you take your time, and when you finally open your eyes you're staring right at me.

I feel it's better not to speak. It makes the ritual seem more authentic. I've done this hundreds, maybe even thousands of times. It's always so much fun. Watching their faces looking at me with such suspense. Well, I won't keep her waiting.

He reaches to me with his left hand. The same one he cut open. I close my eyes as he pushes the hair back from my neck. I love his touch and how gentle he is. I can't wait for the next part.

I brush her hair back. Only from one side though, her right side. I take my fingers and gently slide them across her neck. Her eyes are closed, and maybe that's better. If she were to look at me, she might see my hunger.

I can feel his breath on my neck as his hand slides to my back. He starts kissing my neck. He gets a little rougher and bites a little bit. My body is screaming for him, but he's always so gentle. Four words race through my head and come out of my mouth before I can think. "I love you, Lestat."

I can smell her neck, and almost the blood from inside. I kiss her gently, but don't get carried away. I've waited too long. I can't wait any longer. I bite at her neck gently, and get a drop of blood. Finally I can't take it any more. As I bite down to take her life away, she says four last words. "I love you, Lestat."