Sasha Swift

Zane

When I was talking to Swift about our next plan she seemed distracted. She was here psychically but her mind was miles away. I thought she would be happy seeing the vampires who killed her parents dead.

But Swift didn't seem as happy as I thought she would be. Maybe I should have let her have the final blow. The thought didn't occur to me at the time. I was so furious at the thought of someone hurting her. Emotionally or physically, I couldn't stand it. I had to do something.

I suggested a night of drinking. Swift told me it's how she unwinds and like her, I do the same. Part of me wanted to see how she acts drunk. The other part of me wasn't ready to let her go yet. The woman has a strong pull over me and she doesn't even know it. I know I have to let her go but a few more hours won't hurt.

We get a hotel room in the nearest town and hit up a convenience store for snacks and liquor. The snacks were obviously Swift's idea but I am happy to indulge her if it makes her feel better. Her happiness is slowly starting to mean everything to me and I have no idea what that means.

Once in the hotel room, Swift takes a shower and changes into a pair of shorts and a red tank top. I take a shower also and change into a pair of gray sweatpants. No shirt needed I feel like showing off the body I worked hard to get.

I turn on the TV for the background noise as Swift sits across from me on my bed. She has a bottle of whiskey in her hand that she's already started drinking from.

"So Zane we should play a game. How about twenty questions." She is smiling and looks happier than earlier. I take a drink from my glass of bourbon.

"Fine. How old are you?"

"Twenty-one. What about you?" She smiles.

"102. I think. But I was turned when I was 25. So I stopped aging then." I take another drink and lick my lips.

"Wow, you're so old." Sasha teases licking her lips and teasing me. Then she takes a big drink of her whiskey and I wonder how much more she will be able to handle. The bottle is halfway gone now and she still seems sober.

"So tell me, love. What's your favorite color?" I ask because I'm curious. If I ever want to buy her something I want to know her favorite color.

"It used to be pink." She hums. "But now I'm more into black or gray. What about you? Do vampires have a favorite color or do they only like blood red?"

I chuckle and throw my head back. "No, we have favorite colors. Mine is emerald green, like your eyes."

Swift looks shocked by my answer but I have no reason to lie to her. I barely know her but I'm drawn to her like a moth to a flame ready to burn. Every vampire rule tells me I should hate her. That she is prey and nothing more. But thinking of her as anything but mine hurts.

Afraid of rejection I get up and grab the bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. Swift still hasn't taken her eyes off me or answered. I can't take the silence so I think of something quick.

"Let's play a game. We each tell a story about one of our hunts. Each time we think the other is lying we take a drink. I'll go first. I once hunted down a pack of thirty rogues and killed them all." I sit in front of Swift and hand her the shot glass full of vodka. "If you think I'm full of shit take a drink." Swift smiles and takes a drink.

"Sorry love all true," I smirk making Sasha grab the bottle from me and fill my shot glass.

"I accidentally stumbled into a vampire's nest and killed a whole family of vampires." She grins excitedly and I take a drink. "Correct it wasn't an accident."

About thirty shots later. We're both pretty drunk. I'm happy the mood has lightened and I've learned a lot about Swift. She started killing vampires three years ago, has a black belt in Shotokan and even though she went to a human high school she never felt like she fit in. Before that, she was homeschooled by her witch parents.

Swift takes two more shots and then slams her glass down. "How about truth or dare? I dare you to kiss me, Zane" She slurs confidently and I wonder how drunk she is.

I laugh. "You're drunk how about not."

Swift pushes me gently on my shoulder. "Chicken. You're so scared. Come on have you never kissed a human before?" She teases and I take a drink of my bourbon before I answer.

"It's forbidden to be with other species but yes I have. I'm a big rule breaker you know." I wink and Swift leans closer to me. Her perfect lips only a few mere inches away.

"Then break the rules baby, kiss me." She whispers looking right into my eyes and that's when I realize she's serious. She wants me to kiss her.

I know she is drunk and I shouldn't do it. But her plump pink lips look very kissable right now. And I won't lie and say I haven't thought about kissing her. I have thought about it a lot. Since I first saw her in the bar I haven't been able to take my eyes off her. But she's drunk. Is it right to kiss her?

"So Zane what's it going to be? Are you going to kiss me or are you to sc-" I cut her off by grabbing her face and smashing my lips onto hers.

She doesn't kiss back at first but then she starts moving her lips and kisses me harder. She pushes me down and straddles my lap. I like where this going but I want in control. I grab her hips and flip us over so she is under me.

Her fingers run through my hair as her hips grind against me. I break our kiss and start kissing along her neck towards her chest. She reaches down to pull off my pants and that's when I realize what she wants. I stop kissing her and look into her emerald eyes.

"Swift we shouldn't do this. We're supposed to hate each other. This is wrong." I tell her but she disagrees.

"Tell me this feels wrong to you? Tell me you don't want me and don't feel the connection between us?" Her voice is desperate, full of worry and I know our future if any depends on my answer.

I cradle her face in my hands. "I have wanted you since I first saw you in that bar. I don't know what it is about you but I can't get you off my mind. I want you, Swift." I answer and she smiles.

"Call me Sasha. That's my name."

"Sasha, it's a beautiful name." I lean down and smash my lips onto hers. Clothes get torn off and I enter her and it's pure bliss.

Our bodies move together perfectly and she's so tight and wet. She scratches at my back as I kiss her neck. Our moans fill the room when she whispers.

"Bite me, Zane, please." She begs and I shake my head.

"No, I haven't fed today. I might not be able to stop." I warn her.

She grabs my face looking into my eyes. "I trust you completely. Now bite me please!" she begs.

Giving her what she wants I thrust into her harder and graze my fangs on her neck. She moans and I try to keep from finishing already. Thrusting harder I sink my fangs into her neck. She gasps and starts to moan as her delicious blood fills my mouth. It's a euphoric feeling and she tastes unlike anything I have ever experienced. I don't know if I can stop.

Her hands run through my hair and her legs start to tremble. "Zane I'm about to cum, please." I slowly release my fangs and lick her wound. Somehow she flips us over and as she rides me hard making me finish quickly.

We don't even get dressed. She rolls off of me and I pull her to my chest. Her breathing slows down and we both fall asleep cuddled together. And I realize no matter what I have to protect her. But what will she do when she finds out my secret?