Chapter 8

Chapter Eight
As the clock struck three, Melanie flinched, hoping it didn't wake Zac or Isaac. But, it appeared they were still deeply sleeping, and of course, she'd help them out a little to insure they stayed that way. She looked over at Camille, her blue eyes were still watching Taylor intently and his had finally closed moments before. Now, both girls looked at each other. Kiss him. Melanie's mind sent a mental note to Camille.
What about them? She sent back, their eyes on each others.
I'll make sure they don't wake up. Do it now. Melanie demanded.
Camille got up from the couch, then sat on the floor in front of Taylor. She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. His skin was so pale now, and his eyes so dark, she wasn't sure she would be able to wake him. What if he can't… she looked over at Melanie.
You're not having sex with him, all you need to do is make him want you. It doesn't matter if he can or not. She returned.
Camille looked back at the boy in front of her, his head in his brother's lap. Well, what if I want to? She asked not looking away.
Melanie smiled. Then I think you're out of luck. First of all, he's out of it right now, and second of all–I think he's a virgin.
Camille turned and looked at her wide eyed. What?
"You heard me." Melanie said out loud into the quiet room, "I'm not blind, you're not the only one that's watched him. Just the only one dumb enough to bite him."
"What's the big deal?" she pouted.
"The deal," Melanie spat, "is that we need humans to survive and if they know about us, we won't last long. You don't go and kill somebody that famous. You just don't. It's not like nobody is going to notice that the middle Hanson is missing. You weren't born yesterday Camille, you've been around for a few years now."
"Yeah, thanks to you." Camille said back quietly. Then she turned back to him, "You are so beautiful…." And she leaned in and licked his lips.
He furrowed his brow, but still his eyes remained closed. Melanie leaned back in the chair, enjoying the show. Camille began to kiss his lips, running her fingers over his shoulder and down his arm, then traced circles on his hand. She raised her eyes, Zac and Isaac still slept, oblivious to what she was doing to their brother. Melanie grinned watching as Camille slid her arms under the much larger boy and lifted him up, pulling him down to the floor with her, never breaking the kiss. Camille may have been a little slow in her opinion, but she was good at what she did. Though his eyes never opened, Taylor began to respond to her now, his hands instinctively moving toward her face. He may have been a virgin technically, but he was still a red blooded, teenaged boy–almost a man really, and he wasn't totally inexperienced in sexual matters. Melanie moved from the chair to join the two on the floor. Camille opened her eyes and looked at her. Alright, now pull away. She instructed.
With one last tiny kiss, Camille released Taylor and moved toward the older girl. Taylor's eyes opened to see the girls in front of him engaged in some very heavy petting. Melanie still scared him, but the sight of the two girls, their bodies and tongues entwined with each others was stimulating none the less. Especially after having been aroused by Camille's mouth and hands on him already. The room was dark, yet he could see every detail, Camille's short skirt rose up on her legs and it appeared she hadn't bothered with undergarments of any kind that day. Melanie's hands roamed her body and she arched her back, the tiny buttons of her flimsy blouse barely keeping her breasts from being exposed to him as well. If he hadn't been so hungry and thirsty and sick, he was sure he would have had a raging hard-on. The thought momentarily went through his mind that, perhaps without any blood in his body, it was probably impossible anyway. He watched as Camille lay her head back, drawing his eyes to her creamy neck. Melanie slunk up and kissed it, glancing away to make sure Taylor was watching. She could see his eyes shining, not only was he watching, but he was full of desire for what he was seeing.
Lowering her eyes back to the vein pulsing in Camille's throat, she felt her teeth sharpen and she gently sunk them in, feeling the warm blood flood her mouth. She made sure to allow some of it to escape her lips and run down Camille's chest to gather in the dip of her cleavage. The next time she looked up, Taylor had pulled himself much closer. Again, she could see his eyes shining in the light that seeped in the front window. Melanie knew the inhuman part of him was taking over and she'd have to watch closely to make sure he didn't take too much, for his own sake as well as Camille's. As starved as he'd allowed himself to become, his mind would have little power over his body. Melanie slipped her finger into the pool of blood on Camille's chest, coating her fingers in the sticky nectar. She pulled her mouth away from the girl's neck and stuck her middle finger in her mouth as she and Taylor's eyes locked. He licked his dry mouth and she put her pointer finger against his lips. For a moment, he hesitated, but his hunger was so great and the smell so tantalizing, that he had no control as his tongue snaked out and licked the blood from her fingers.
Melanie smiled, knowing her job was done–one taste and she knew he would embrace what he was and revel in it. Camille inched her way over to him and once more began to kiss him, tasting her own blood on his tongue. He ran his lips down her chin to her throat and placed his mouth over the small wounds left there by Melanie. The moment her warm blood passed over his tongue and down his throat, all the fears and inhibitions about what he was doing were forgotten. He'd had sensual experiences before, but never anything of this magnitude. A warmth spread throughout his body so complete, he could already feel it in his fingertips. Melanie watched in awe from her spot between his sleeping brothers as Taylor's face took on colour once more. The more he drank, the more he felt his strength returning.
After a while longer, Camille moaned softly and tried to push him away. But as his body had begun to feel good again, he wanted more. His skin had begun to warm and his pulse to quicken. His senses became keener–he listened to his brothers' soft breathing and the tiny sounds Camille was making as he drank from her. No drug, no sex could ever have given him a feeling as exquisite as this one. Only one thing felt like this, and that was taking the stage and performing in front of an audience. At the same moment that thought came to his mind, he became aware that Camille was pressing against his chest with both hands and Melanie was trying to pull him away as well, "You have to stop! It's too much." She was saying.
Reluctantly, he backed away from her, leaning up against the sofa, laying his head back on Isaac's knee. Melanie leaned in towards him from her spot on the couch, "Well?" she asked.
He licked his lips, "I want more." He said.
"Of course, you do. And right here on either side of me are two sweet ones that would make you feel incredible."
He turned around and looked at her, his eyes still greenish and his teeth pointed, "I don't think so." He said, pulling up on his knees, "Those are my brothers, and I don't want anything to happen to them." He looked at her through his dark lashes, "Ever."
Their eyes were locked on each other. "They're not your brothers anymore Taylor. You share more DNA with Sonya than you do them." Camille had pulled herself over to the chair. He had very nearly drained her. Melanie looked over at her, knowing she would be of no help if Taylor decided to take her next, "You almost killed her." She said, gesturing toward Camille and attempting to take his attention away from her.
Taylor's eyes didn't stray from hers, "I doubt she's that easy to kill." He said moving closer to her. Suddenly his hand was around her wrist and he jerked her off the couch. "Fair's fair, Mel," he spat, "you drink mine and I drink yours." She was trying to pull out of his grasp, but he was stronger now than before. "Just go with it. If you're nice, I might not hold you under water or punch you in the face like you did me." He said, straddling her and pushing her down on the floor.
"You can't kill me Taylor, if that's what you have in mind." She said.
He put his face so close to hers, their noses touched, "Who said anything about killing? You're like a sister to me." He said. She glanced up at his brothers. Taylor cocked his head, "Ah, ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you. They might just saw a leg off my mom's dining room table and put an end to you." He put his mouth over the vein throbbing in her neck as he held her hands over her head tightly. She could feel his breath and she closed her eyes, preparing herself for what was to come. But, the sweet pain she expected didn't come, instead he breathed into her ear. "Do you want to tell me why you all did this to me?"
She opened her eyes and looked into his icy stare, "Camille thinks she's in love with you." She stated.
"Hmmm…" he said, kissing her lips lightly, then turning his head and looking at the girl slumped in the chair, blood on her skin and clothes, but no puncture wounds visible on the smooth skin of her neck. He looked down at the girl underneath him, hating her and yet finding himself attracted to her at the same time, "Do I want to know what she does to people she hates?" he asked bitterly.
"Probably not." She breathed.
"Well," he said smiling, "I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to."
And before she could protest, he had sunk his teeth roughly into her, not caring if he hurt her. She gasped, surprised and she raised her legs up trying to shove him off her, but to no avail. She felt her blood pouring from her and into his waiting mouth, when it didn't come fast enough, he began to suck in order to get more. Finally, she resigned herself to the inevitable, thinking perhaps she should just lie back and enjoy it. After all, he was alright to look at, even though he was a wimp. As he continued to drink, she began to feel a drowsiness coming over her, her limbs heavy. The thought passed through her mind that she should have knee'd him between the legs when he first positioned himself over her–now, she couldn't raise her knee if she'd wanted to. Some males were sensitive there, some weren't, you never knew til you tried, she thought as her mind became foggy. "Taylor," she moaned, "you have to stop."
"Mm-mm." He replied in the negative, without moving his mouth.
"Yes!" she used her last bit of strength to shout, "If you don't you'll be sick." She reasoned. Her hands were aching from his vice-like grip.
"Tay?" Isaac's voice cut through the intense pleasure his brother was experiencing. At once, Taylor released the girl and backed away, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his white t-shirt. Isaac reached over and turned on the lamp beside the couch. When he turned back to Taylor, he gasped, "Oh my God…" and covered his mouth with his hand. Melanie lay on the floor, blood running into her silky red hair and Camille was draped limply in the chair opposite him, her skin as pale as Taylor's had been before. "Tay, did you do that?" he asked.
Taylor closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at his brother, "Fuck yes, I did it." Then he stood up, "Wake Zac up, we're getting out of here."

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