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S H A N N O N ♦ W I N T E R S
"You're joking." She had to be. Who willingly offered their blood to a vampire?
But he was dying to try it. He sat down beside her on the edge of the stream and stared intensely at the crimson liquid, feeling his mouth watering slightly as he took her arm gently in his. If he was going to do this he wanted to make sure that she was as comfortable as possible, so he made sure the fangs were in his gums and his eyes were their normal colour.
He brought her hand up until it was close to her face. Shannon paused to take a moment to appreciate the aroma of her blood. It was hypnotising, entrancing, like the most beautiful music, or the way the light hit light hair. There were two puncture wounds very close together. Shannon decided to take the blood from there.
"I won't bite you," he promised.
He pressed his lips to the puncture wounds and slowly began to suck, drawing the blood and swallowing it quickly. He pressed his tongue against the wounds, savouring the rich flavour like it was the finest wine. It was the best blood he had ever tasted.
He continued this for about forty seconds, until he had decided this was enough for Athena and he dropped her hand. As he had not bitten her, the blood had not spread around his mouth. "Thank you," he said quietly. "You didn't have to do that."