The Donor House: Ivy: Kidnapped

[k_a_webb]

Warnings for some swearing and a in depth description of a vampire feeding.

The primal part of Ivy urged her to run. A vampire was behind her and that would have been the logical thing to do before she entered his house in the first place, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good at that moment. Angel had locked the door behind him when he entered the room, there were bars at the window, and the only place she could run to was the en-suite bathroom, which didn’t have a lock any more, so she wouldn’t be able to stop him from following her. Breathing deeply she did her best to push her fear aside, because she’d known it was going to happen from the moment she realised exactly what he was.

Of course that was the same moment Ivy had realised what a huge mistake she’d made. It was unusual for a vampire to be wandering around during the day, so she hadn’t suspected Angel of being anything other than what he said he was, even though he had an unusual name. Although, really, at her age she should have known better than to accept the offer of a stranger. Like every other child she was taught to be wary of anyone she hadn’t met before, but once she reached her teen years all that teaching faded away, especially when it came to gorgeous men who offered her a mug of coffee.

Unfortunately the mug of coffee had turned into a nightmare. It had been three long days since Angel had coaxed Ivy into his house and she knew why she was there. At first she’d cried, but the sorrow soon became anger, at both him and her own stupidity, until she came to terms with the fact she wasn’t going to be leaving until he let her. She promised herself, as she stared out of the window at everything she’d been forced to leave behind, that she would never do something stupid like fall in love with him.

Angel wrapped one of his arms around Ivy’s stomach. “This is going to hurt to begin with,” he explained, his mouth close to her ear. “It’s going to take a little while for the chemicals in my saliva to make the pain fade away, but it will. When that happens it’s not unusual for someone to begin to enjoy being bitten, so don’t be surprised, and it’s also not unusual for someone to hate themselves afterwards.”

Swallowing the words she wanted to say Ivy nodded, not wanting to annoy the vampire who was about to stick his teeth into her neck. With his free hand Angel swept her hair off her neck and then he felt his lips press against the skin there. The part of her that wasn’t screaming at her to try to get away was snarling at him to get on with it, but she didn’t let either reaction out, instead doing her best to stand calmly so he couldn’t tell how she was feeling. From what she’d read about vampires, because everyone was taught about the predators they shared a world with, it took a while for the body to grow new canines that would have the pointy sharpness that they’d need to be able to break the skin. As he had them he was obviously at least a year old.

When Angel finally bit in the pain was almost more than Ivy could cope with. She’d always had a low pain threshold, so she was thankful whatever chemical it was that he had in his saliva numbed the pain faster than she expected. From what he said she expected it to take several minutes rather than several seconds, although the seconds did seem to last longer than normal, but then it was probably slightly different for every human he fed from. The urge to run away faded as the feeding became pleasurable, which she guessed was thanks to another chemical in his blood, most likely the one that was also addictive, and she focused on being as logical about the process as possible, until he tried to pull away.

Ivy wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but she ended up with a hand wound tightly into Angel’s hair, holding him in place so he wouldn’t stop. When she tried to convince her hand to let go it wouldn’t. It was strange to feel him smile against her neck, his teeth still buried in her flesh, as he placed his hand gently over the top of hers. There was no doubting that he was used to having the person he was feeding from not want him to stop and once again she tried to tell her hand to let go of his hair. She didn’t want him to think she liked what he’d just done to her, even though she obviously had.

“If I take any more I’ll hurt you and I don’t want to do that,” Angel managed to say, the words more distinct than Ivy thought would be possible.

“Why not?” Ivy asked, her voice more emotionless than she expected. “It’s not as though you didn’t kidnap me and lock me in a room.”

“Asking someone if they’ll feed you, when they find out that you’re a vampire, isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, and sometimes I have to make hard choices if I’m going to be able to eat.”

Thankfully the anger that swept through her made it possible for Ivy to free her hand. “That’s a really shit excuse for what you did.” As Angel moved backwards Ivy turned to look at him, wishing she didn’t still find him attractive.

“You got lucky, really, because it could have been someone a lot worse than me.” Angel shook his head. “The first lesson everyone needs to learn is not to go wandering off with strangers, whether it’s day or night. Vampires can be dangerous and it’s easy enough to find someone like you who’ll come to a house they’ve never been to before, with someone they’ve never met before, to have a cup of coffee.”

“I made a mistake.”

“Just be glad you made a mistake with me, rather than one of the bastards who’d turn you into an addict.” Sighing, Angel glanced at the ceiling, the way people sometimes do when they’re asking for help from someone who’s died, before looking back at her. “I will look after you, Ivy.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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