The same roady that had come into the tour bus popped his head out of the doorway. He squinted in the dim light to see Jon inspecting a wound on Criana’s leg. “Is she alright?” he asked. Jon looked up to see the young man and a small grin appeared on his face. Looks like I’ve got another meal coming my way. He stood up and helped Criana to her feet. Whispering in her ear, “ You really want to become a vampire?” She looked up into his eyes, which were now a blazing crimson. She smiled widely and nodded her head. He called to the roady, “ Um…Can you get me some gauze and some alcohol.” The young man disappeared behind the heavy door.

Jon instantly grasped her up in his arms and sank his fangs deep into her fragile neck. She let out a cry, which was muffled into his hair. Tears were streaming down her face as she felt her blood lessen. He loosened his grasp and sat her upon the asphalt. Getting down on his knees he bit his wrist watching in fascination as she took it instantly. He moaned in pain as he felt his own blood drained out of him. With much force he pushed her away his head swimming. Criana laid her head down feeling the mix of ecstasy and pain that seemed to swallow her whole. She could feel her heart pounding wildly and finally propped herself up to wipe her tears away. She looked over at Jonathan, who seemed as if he was in a state of coma.

She quickly moved over to him kissing his lips deeply. She whispered in his ear, “ I’m hungry.” He chuckled, bringing his hands to her face. “ As soon as the roady comes back, I’ll give you a feast. His eyes glistened a little as he wiped away new tears of hunger that stained her cheeks. He heard the young man come back. And he told Criana to get up and stand right by the door. “This will be your first kill; have you ever watched your father do that?” “Yes, a few times. He’s very sly…”

The door creaked open and the man let out a gasp as he saw the girl standing right in front of him. She smiled faintly. She was mesmerized by the sent of his flesh and his heart pounding in her ears. She could see his blood coursing through his veins. She bit her lip half in concentration and half in anticipation. His shock died quickly and a smile replaced it. He opened the bottle of alcohol and bent down on his knee. “This might sting a bit.” She smirked. Yes, but then you will only feel numbness my sweet. As he was cleaning her wound she found herself enticed by every strand of hair upon his head. She stroked her fingers through it, soft and thick. He looked up at her suddenly. “You have really pretty eyes you know.” He blushed slightly. “Thank you.” She bent down so they were face to face.

Jon watched from a short distance and chuckled as he saw the young man in a trace as he looked into her eyes. In a flash she was at his neck grasping his shoulders with white knuckles. The air was filled with a cry of pain mixed with Criana’s growls as she feasted upon him. Quickly she let go, she had forgotten weather or not to kill him. Mouth dripping with blood, she turned to Jonathan with knit eyebrows. He laughed aloud and got up; he kissed her licking her lips clean. He looked down at the man who was moaning quietly. “ Good he’s still alive. Never kill anyone except for those that society overlooks. And even then only if you have to.” At this he bit his finger and traced it over the wounds watching them disappear within seconds. Forget.

He looked down at Criana who was inspecting her leg to see that her own wound was gone. She looked up at him questioning. “You cannot be hurt anymore. The bite marks on your neck are gone as well.” She thought into the past at how vicious her father could be to her. Never healing her wounds, only leaving her to suffer as if he didn’t care if she lived or died. Tears welled up in her eyes. Jon embraced her gently in his arms letting her head rest against his chest; their bodies warm from the blood.

To Be Continued…