Little Death


She was sated.  She had had her fill of blood.  She had had her way with Eric.  She had learned things this night, good things, interesting things.

The night was nearly at an end.

She was in the shower, enjoying the warmth of the water, watching the rainbow of colour as each droplet fell in front of the light.

She was dizzy now, unbalanced.

She put her hand on the wall to steady herself.  Looking within to find the answer to the question.  Her internal clock was showing her it was only a few minutes until dawn.  Memory, common sense and instinct were telling her that what she was feeling  was normal.

It was nearly time for the little death, the vampire’s daily death at dawn.  Her body was warning her to get to someplace safe for her rest.

She stepped out of the shower, dried herself, turned off the shower and made her way, somehow, to the bed.  Her Maker was already there, ready to comfort her as her first dawn as a vampire approached.

She lay down beside him, curled into him and let herself flow back into the comfort that was her Maker, the one who felt like home and comfort, the one who could calm her during her worst moments.

She closed her eyes.  Awareness left her, her chest fell silent as she stopped breathing.

He smiled at the memories of this, her first night as a vampire.  She was a typical newborn vampire yet she was magnificent and showed promise to be even more so once she learned control.

She had learned some important lessons this night.  So had he.

TBC

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  1. Yep her first night as vampire was good but the best is yet to come!

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