Love Bites

“Oliver,” I called, throwing open his bedroom door. It was 11 o’clock at night, we had come home from shopping hours ago, and he still hadn’t told me about this Blood Rite or Right of Blood or whatever it was.


The vampire was sitting on his bed, staring at his television that played Grave Encounters but I don’t think he was really watching it. His brown eyes just stared blankly as if his brain was somewhere else. “Oliver,” I repeated, shutting the door forcefully behind me in hopes that the slam would earn me attention.


He didn’t even bother to look at me, but he did acknowledge me. “Oh, Thorne, you’re here,” Oliver said softly. “What’s up lassie?”


“Well, for one thing, it’s 11,” I began pointedly. “We’ve been home since five. It’s not light outside, so now seems like a great time for you to tell me what was up with Andy and that other guy.”


He finally glanced at me, his brown eyes looking tired for the first time since we met. Oliver was kind of melancholy himself and not trying to get into things like he usually would. Whatever this thing was, it was serious. It left him looking like that kid who got grounded for having a bad grade on his report card. “Why don’t we go to sleep instead?” Oliver suggested, lying down on his side. I folded my arms and leaned against his bedpost.


“No. I want to know about this thing today.”


“Thorne, just let me handle it. You-“


“Oliver, I want to know and I think I have a right to know. I’m your girlfriend after all,” I scoffed.


He looked at me and rolled his eyes. “I only said that so Andy would back off,” Oliver stated. I felt my facial muscles try pulling themselves into a frown but I didn’t let them. I knew I wasn’t Oliver’s girlfriend but why did I hate it when he said it? “You’re my friend. Not his.” He rolled over, pushing himself up so he could prop his back up with the pillows. Oliver didn’t say anything else so I tried again.


“Well even if we’re just friends, I want to know. You dragged me into this. You get to tell me what’s what.”


“Why would you trust someone else to tell you what’s up and what’s down?” Oliver purred. “What’s left and what’s right?”


“Omifuck, Sykes. What was this thing with you and Andy today? Just tell me.”


The vampire sighed and looked to his nails before patting the bed. I sat down at the foot before Oliver pulled me into him like a little girl trying to snuggle her cat. “Thorne, this is incredibly serious,” he said softly. “Awfully, painfully serious.”


“Like how serious?”


“Like shut up so I can tell you, serious.” Oliver chewed on his lip, trying to find the right words I guess before he began. “The Right of Blood was created long before I came into being. It was created and enforced during a time when humanity was struggling, thus there were remarkably fewer humans than vampires. Most, if not all vampires who can remember writing the Right are probably dead, as they went mad and hid in caves, attacking villages and being hunted.


“The Right of Blood states that should a vampire be harboring a mortal, regardless of why, other vampires are entitled to try taking it from them to do whatever they please. Like Elizabeth Bathory would keep them for bloodletting. Sava Savanovic would eat passersby. I keep you because we’re friends.”


“I’ve never heard of a Sava-“


“He’s a strange little Serbian man,” Oliver interrupted. “Creature. He’s not really a vampire…he’s like a ghost vampire. Sava’s an odd one. Anyway, the Right of Blood dictates that any human who’s associating with a vampire is free game to other ones. Now before you get upset, there are a few conditions that the human has to meet.”


“What kind of conditions?” I questioned, feeling not so safe in Oliver’s bayou estate now.


Oliver thought for a moment. “Well, for one thing, you have to know what they are,” he stated. “As we don’t want to be discovered because people like Ballsack come in and start trying to stab each of us. You have to be a nescience to the Community-“


“And just what the Hell have I done to your community?!” I demnaded.


“Thorne, I don’t know,” Oliver answered quietly. “But someone feels that you’ve met that mark.” I pressed myself against him and for the first time I felt genuinely scared. Being a Louisiana native, I knew a lot about the supernatural but knowing what Oliver was, knowing that they were real and other vampires were allowed to come get me was unsettling. What if they weren’t as civilized as Oliver? What if whoever found me wanted to tear my throat out and bask in a fountain of my blood? My mind started picturing a baba yaga type creature coming for me as I tried burying myself deeper into Oliver’s chest.


“But, there’s always a but!” Oliver said, trying to smile. “Should the vampire decide that the mortal is too…impor- useful. If the vampire decides the human is too useful, he is entitled to protect his mortal, as they are basically his.”


“But I don’t belong to you,” I hissed. “I don’t belong to anyone.”


“As far as the Underground is concerned, you are mine,” Oliver pointed out plainly. “You live with me. I’ve done things for you. You basically are. Anyway, the plus side to this Right is that I can choose to either get rid of you or protect you from others of my kind that are trying to take what’s mine.”


I looked at Oliver, trying to determine if he had already made his decision. My life was literally in his hands. He could keep me here and wear himself out trying to fend off people like Andy or he could kick me out leaving me without any kind of protection from these undead blood suckers. I liked Oliver and he kept saying we were friends but the guy was so self absorbed, I wouldn’t be surprised if he took the easy route and told me to leave. He watched me watch him for a bit longer before laughing.


“Thorne, you can stop looking at me like that,” Oliver snickered. “It’s 11 o’clock at night and I’ve already wasted this much time with you that I might as well keep you around.”


“Seriously?” I asked, letting go a sigh of relief I didn’t know I had.


“My dear, I’ve spent the majority of my life being hunted. I’m not going to force a little rabbit like you into a world full of hungry wolves.”


While I didn’t like the idea of being a rabbit, I was pretty happy that Oliver was letting me stay here. Who else in the world could be a vampire? I had never known Kellin was one until Oliver sent me to him. Who else did I see regularly that was one? I reached up and kissed Oliver’s cold dead lips, relishing in the strange safe feeling a corpse gave me.


“Thorne, you do know that there will be rules from now on?”


“I don’t care,” I replied, kissing him again.


“Well…that’s just for…your own…good…as I can’t…watch you…all the…time,” he explained between each little peck on the lips. Oliver pulled away before I could do it again and smiled. “Do you understand?” he questioned. He waited for me to nod before giving in to me. I straddled his lap and ran my fingers through his hair as I nibbled on his neck. Oliver groaned, rolling his head back on the pillows to make it easier for me to suck on his pasty flesh.


“Erm, Thorne,” he gasped. “This really, oh, isn’t…necessary.”


Despite what he said, Oliver’s hand found the lower part of my back and tried pulling me closer. I broke momentarily from his skin and laughed. “It’s probably not necessary but I really want to,” I said. I had no idea what possessed me to want Oliver so bad. After all, I should’ve been happy that he was keeping me safe from the other vampires. Thanking him just didn’t feel like enough though.


“Thorne, darling,” he sighed, grabbing my shoulders. “I would love to do this with you but how do I know this isn’t just because I’m keeping you here?” We locked eyes and I frowned. No, that’s not what I was doing. This wasn’t some stupid thank you. I just…wanted to. “Plus with the Right being reinstated on me, I’d kind of like some time to just think about what I’m going to do-“


“Reinstated?” I asked. “What does that mean?”


“Well, obviously, I’ve kept mortals before,” Oliver answered nonchalantly.


I felt my hands get tense. Why would Oliver have had other mortals unless he was sleeping with them? We were friends. How could he do that to me? He was the one who kept kissing me. He couldn’t just say no after all this time. “Well, yeah? Like who?” I finally questioned.


Oliver shrugged. “Well, I’ve had a few girlfriends and friends,” he said.


“Girlfriends?” I demanded, though some part of my brain told me I was being irrationally angry. Who the Hell was Oliver to have girlfriends if I was his only true friend?


“Thorne, I’d like to remind you that I’m 600 years old,” he said matter of factly. “Yes, I’ve had girlfriends.”


“What the fuck, Oliver? I thought we were-“


“Why are you getting so angry?”


“You told me I’m your first real friend in ages. And then you go around making out with me everywhere like we already are dating and telling Andy and Jake that we are-“


“OmiGod, Thorne, I wanted Ballsack to back off of you,” Oliver hissed, pushing me back. “Why is that wrong?!”


“Because you can’t make decisions for me,” I snapped.


“And you keep bringing up what I said today like you want to be together,” he barked. “You’re trying to force yourself on me!”


“Says the fucker who used his stupid powers to convince me to move in with him!”


“Then leave. Nothing’s keeping you here other than your knowledge of what Ballsack’s willing to do to you.”


“You’re using me like a human shield,” I growled. “It’s about time you got treated the same-“


“I’m risking my life to keep you from blood suckers like Maria and Kellin and Ballsack and you-you want to just throw that away. So go. Fucking go, Thorne. I thought we were friends. Fucking whatever.”


“I will,” I yelled. Oliver’s now solid black eyes watched me get off the bed and head for the door. “Don’t expect me back.”


“I was hoping you’d say that!” Oliver exclaimed angrily. Something inside me snapped. I wanted him to want me to come back. We were friends. We were…maybe more? At least sometimes it felt like it. Oliver told you no my brain laughed. I bit my lip to keep from letting go of any tears and stormed out of his room, down the hallway, and down the stairs. I never once bothered to consider my room or the things I had in there or my siblings.


I needed to get out and that’s what I was doing.

Notes

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