He observed the creature before him curiously. That laughter chilled him, as if it held no humor nor mirth to it- much like a laughter of his own. But as long as he wasn’t yelling for him to get out, he might as well stay and observe some more. Something told him this were no mere mortal. He had the essence of a blood incubi.
"Why don’t you know?"
”It’s complicated, in a way,” he murmured, shifting his position on the floor. Except for him there were not much furniture in the room, merely a leather chair, a bookshelf and a small fridge sitting in one of the corners.
”I’ll.. I’ll pull through, somehow,” he tried to smile, but it only came out as strained. God, he was probably freaking the stranger out even more by now.
"You fed from me, and yet you can’t tell me anything else about who you are?” Alaska laughed. She specifically didn’t use the word “what;” Oliver was a person, and so “who” was proper.
Alaska was confused, lost, and more often than not, alone. But it was nice to have Oliver’s comfort. He was brotherly, even though he had bit two holes into her neck.
Alaska didn’t laugh at his description. When she was 18, she and her mouther used to taste wines and detect the distinct flavors, even where the grapes came from. She wondered if that’s what Oliver was capable of…or if he was just teasing her. The brown sugar comment was correct, at least. Alaska nudged his side. “Nothing out of the ordinary? Was that an insult?” she asked, laughing.
”What, you want me to recommend you to my friends perhaps?” he chuckled, eyeing her wounds. For once he had managed to control himself, not taking too much blood.
Although this was nice he’d have to be careful, discreet about it. He’d absolutely not have Master on his neck, nor did he want his friends to find her. That could turn rather ugly as they were.. more experienced and at times more.. hostile, and dangerous than he was.
”What more is there to know?”
If I vanish for months, I am so, so sorrry. Wow. ;_;
Hopefully with time and practice, they would find an amount for Oliver to take from her that wouldn’t leave Alaska so groggy. Of course, it would have to be a few weeks before she could “donate” again. Alaska sighed and nodded, focusing on Jasper’s voice.
"The real world has a vampire in it. I don’t think real is relevant anymore," she mumbled. Alaska wrapped her arms around Jasper. Usually when she did this, she searched for a person’s heartbeat; it was so strange not to hear one now. "How did I taste?" she teased, laughing at herself for such a question.
”I shouldn’t be revealing anymore but there’s a lot of us, actually,” he said with a chuckle as he thought of Master.. and his friends. God, he missed them.
A grin appeared on his face, making him laugh more. He held her close to him, in a comforting way. In some way she reminded him of a sister he never had.
”Mm.. nothing out of the ordinary, a bit.. fruity yet smokey and with a hint of brown sugar,” he said, mimicing your usual wine taster, including small gestures.
Alaska leaned against Oliver and closed her eyes, taking a slow breath. Just for a second. She didn’t want to stupidly exhaust herself. The point of this was to prove that she could handle things, and Alaska convinced herself she could.
"Something like that," she said with a laugh. "Does this mean I can have a cookie now?" she joked. She had given blood plenty of times before, but not like that. And not that much. It was…exhilarating. "Next time, you have to pay me with cookies. And coffee."
”That’s a deal,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her as if to secure if she should fall. Someone to feed off, the thought made him shudder. It sounded so.. wrong, almost. But he knew it was necessary to keep him somewhat sane.
”You know what, I’ll get you cookies and a coffee once you’ve come back to the real world, hm?” he joked, hugging her to him.
"Mm…" Alaska sighed and rubbed her hand over Oliver’s chest, telling him she was okay as the pain subsided. She felt slightly dizzy, as though she had just given blood, and technically, she had done just that. “I need to sit down for a second,” she whispered, hating any sign of weakness. But she’d rather not faint, especially not in front of Jasper. She pulled his head back so she could look into his eyes, and lifted a finger towards his lip, brushing away a droplet of blood.
Oliver eyed her for a moment, making sure that she was okay. He took her hand, helping her to sit down on the couch set in the room. Although he was in control now there was still a faint light of yellow in his normally green eyes.
”Easy,” he murmured, sitting down beside her to watch over her. ”So, you’re my blood donor now?” he snickered softly, grinning at her.
Alaska cried out, muffling the sound by biting down on her bottom lip. Her hands curled into firsts at her side, and she tried to think of anything else to dull the pain. She pressed her back into the wall, trying to stay upright, though Oliver’s hands on her hips did that for her. Alaska reached up and grasped Oliver’s shirt, a moan escaping her lips as he drank from her. Despite the pain, she kept her eyes open. She wanted to experience something more than being human. She wasn’t going to experience it through closed eyes.
As he drank, there was a warmness that filled him. Something inside dulled the intense hunger, the craving for this. With small sighs he relaxed, the beast calmed itself.
He had satisfied it, now he had to deal with his control issues. Once he had started he could not stop and frankly, he’d rather not kill Alaska after all.
When he could feel that he was full, making sure he had not taken too much he pulled back, licking the wounds of her neck. As a thank you-gift of sorts he planted a gentle kiss there.