“That’s what happens here. It’s hard to focus on things when you’re too busy being stuck in survival mode.”
We lay back down, and Lydia tucks herself into my side. Her hand resting gently on my chest.
“So, what about Maverick? What’s his backstory?”
Maverick rolls over snoring lightly. I’ve never seen him have to sleep so much, but it’s better that he listens to what his body needs.
“He doesn’t remember much either. Our brains tend to hide our lives when we’re turned into a vampire— unless we want to remember. It seems that whatever life we were leaving behind wasn’t one that we wanted to retain.”
“What about Jack? Is he a vampire like you?”
“No, Jack can transform into a Jack O’Lantern. He has the head of a pumpkin and his limbs turn to vines.” She mulls that over in her mind, trying to picture what he would look like.
“Do I really look like his wife? You know that story they told us all when we first got here, is that all true?”
“That would be a question for Jack. I don’t know much, but the story they tell the campers is what he’s disclosed before in our brief interactions.”
“That’s so sad.”
I pull her tighter into my chest and feel her hair tickle beneath my chin. I could lay like this forever. She fits so well against me.
“So, what else can you tell me? Sunlight. Is that really true?”
“Yeah. We can’t be in sunlight.”
“What happens if you’re in sunlight?”
“It burns us up into a pile of ash.”
“Oh, shit. What about garlic?”
“It burns.”
“Seems like a lot of burning. What else is there?”
“Well, there’s the vampire speed. We can turn into bats, so that’s true. We can coerce people into doing what we want. And we’re immortal, unless you decide to set us on fire or stake us through the heart.”
“I wasn’t planning to, but now that you mention it?—”
I grip her about the waist and roll her over onto her back.
“Oh really? You want to stake me in the heart?”
She shrugs her shoulders, “I was thinking about it.”
I descend on her rib cage with my fingers, tickling her sides. She screams out in a fit of laughter, wiggling her entire body. “Ah!!! Stop, stop, stop! Okay, I promise not to stake you if you stop tickling me!”
I stop and look down into her face. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair fans all around her head, spilling out over the leaves like a halo. Her supple lips are pulled up into a smile and her eyes are alight with laughter. She’s so beautiful.
I lean down at kiss her thoroughly, my body covering hers as she wraps her legs around me. She fits so well beneath me. Kissing her fills my senses so completely that I lose all sense of our surroundings. The only thing that exists in this moment is me and her.
“So fucking needy.”
“What can I say, I like the way you make me feel,” she says back.
“Then let me give you exactly what it is that you want,” I say, yanking her shorts and underwear down in one hard, tug. She’s so fucking wet for me, but I know we went hard on her.
I lean down and lick her clit, teasing her slick entrance with my fingers. She wiggles her hips, and I can tell just how sensitiveshe is still. She’s so responsive to every touch, every lick, every sensation I give her that it drives me mad.
