My eyes snapped open to find a body on top of mine, straddling me. I looked over to see the bed on the other side of the room-my roommate's bed-to see it was empty; the covers and pillows were tossed around, on the bed and in a heap on the ground. I felt Ivan's fangs, barely touching the skin on my neck, and his warm breath, sending chills down my spine, making my body quiver. He was panting, as beads of sweat ran down his entire body, and was wearing his sleeping attire, consisting of only boxers, and his large hands pinned my own small, delicate hands above my head. I let out a small moan as his fangs pushed down on my porcelain skin.
"I-ivan," I managed to get out without moaning again. "Wh-what are y-you-" My soft voice was overpowered by his strong, masculine voice.
"I can't resist your fucking blood anymore," his fangs pushed down harder against my skin, just barely piercing the surface.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to not make anymore unnecessary noises. I wriggled around, trying to break free of his grasp, with no luck. Ivan's tongue licked my skin, his mouth still in place, ready to bite down. I felt droplets of sweat form on my own face as I squirmed even more. His fangs pressed against my neck again, but I felt him trying to resist, trying to keep my blood from pouring out. His struggle against his desire for my blood failed, though, and his fangs pierced my skin slowing my crimson blood free to stain my deathly pale skin.
I started to pant, similar to how Ivan had been just moments earlier, as I felt the blood leave my already frail body. He quickly pulled his fangs out, before he took too much blood, and started panting-just as much as I was-again. I stared at him as he licked the leftover blood off his lips, a metallic scent now in his warm breath. "Damn," he muttered to himself. "How could I let myself do that to you?" He pale green eyes looked into my ocean blue ones, searching for my feelings, for a response to his actions. The blood continued to slowly trickle out of the bite wounds and onto my pure white sheets as I stared back, trying to find something to say, anything to make his guilt go away. Nothing came to mind, though.
His hands squeezed mine tight for a moments and then let go, freeing my hands of the strong bind. He sat up, still resting on my lower body, and rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, trying to catch his breath. I took advantage of the moment and, sitting up, pulled him into a hug. His body tensed up as I pressed my cheek against his bare chest. Tears formed in my eyes, but I tried to hold them back. Failing at that too, a single tear ran down my cheek, followed by many more. Ivan, after loosing his tension, took hold of my upper arms, and tried to pry me off of him. It took all of my strength-which wasn't much after getting some of my blood drained-to keep my hold on him. He finally gave up with a long sigh of disapproval. "Why?" He asked, his usual angelic voice turning slightly demonic. "Why aren't you mad at me? I-I forcibly drank your blood, and you're hugging me? Why?"
"Because," I started to say, allowing more tears to escape. "I can never get mad at you. I felt it, I felt you resisting. You didn't w-want to drink my blood. W-well… I-I mean you did, but… I mean," my nails dug into his back, making Ivan flinch and tense up again. I sobbed, and more tears ran down my face. I didn't know what to say; I couldn't tell him why I wasn't mad at him, why I still like him. I buried my face into his chest, not caring if he thought I was stupid for still liking him. His arms slowly, cautiously, wrapped around my small figure and he planted a quick kiss on the top of my head.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, barely allowing me to hear. I slowly lifted my head to see his sad face turned away, fixed on his bed. It was dark, so dark that I probably wouldn't have been able to see him if it wasn't for my super-vision, the one all vampires had. I saw pain on his face, but also relief from knowing that I wasn't mad at him. Even though he was my guardian, I had deep feelings for him, and would probably do anything for him, even if it meant dying. My heart raced as I moved my face closer to his. He never turned his head to face mine, though-which was perfect-and I placed my lips on his cheek, giving him a small, reassuring kiss. He flinched and whipped his head around to face me, eyes wide. I gave him a sweet smile, earning his acceptance and a rare, small smile of his own in return.
He pulled me closer to his body and whispered into my ear. "You should get some sleep, I'll get some bandages to cover your wounds," his breath tickled my ear and his voice could once more be compared to that of an angel's, his words moving quick and fluidly. "And one more thing," he paused, giving me a small kiss on the ear. "Thank you," with that said, he left my body, frozen where I sat, and left for the infirmary to get bandages. I touched the marks on my neck, that had stopped bleeding by now, and smiled.