Nick wiped at his brow as he finished unsaddling the last horse and placing it in the stable. Letting them wander after dark was risky due to predators and he knew his father would be crushed if he lost one of his beloved horses. Actually they had been his mother's horses but since she passed away they'd become his father's treasures. Slapping his hands on his jeans, he moved to the water spout and turned it on, eager to clean off his hands. Returning to his childhood home wasn't something he had planned on doing but with his father now struck with cancer adn no one to care for him he had no choice but to return to help out. Cupping his hand, Nick tossed some water on his face, then rubbed at the back of his neck before repeating the action. He was dusty and covered with bits of foliage. Raking his fingers along his scalp, he sniffed then looked at the waning daylight as the sun dropped behind the mountains. It was nice to have a moment alone and he took advantage of it. Things had started to become  complicated in his life and he wasn't eager to return to the reality of it.

Ɓυввℓєѕ had woken to a stabbing hunger pulsating through her whole body. It had been two days since she had eaten and she was becoming weak. She knew she would have to go in search of food and would wait restlessly in her quiet, empty house that had belonged to her father before he died. Twitching at her the curtains every now and then, waiting for the light to fade. She was still young in vampire years and sensitive to sunlight. Eventually, the sun fell and dusk seeped it's way across the sky and she had made her way out of the house. Keeping to the shadows and with her head down, she knew exactly where she was heading. Too much attention had been drawn from the disappearances of vagrants and hookers recently and she had been having to survive on animal blood. But even that wasn't going unnoticed any more and the nearby farmers had started keeping their flocks in at night, leaving it more and more difficult for Bubbles to find a meal. But she had spotted a barn some nights previous and heard the baying of horses from within. It didn't look as if it would be difficult to get in to and a big meaty horse would make a nice change from a stringy little sheep. She finally approached the barn, her hunger weakening her and maybe not as stealthy as she should and could have been, but as she neared the corner of the building, a scent filled her nostrils. It was sweet and full and caused her to close her eyes and inhale deeply. It was a human and it smelled delicious. Maybe it was her hunger heightening the sweetness of the aroma or maybe it was the clear country air allowing her to breathe it in more than in the city... Or maybe this human really was as delectable as they smelled. The scent was effecting her. Making her dizzy and ravenous. Forgetting about the horses now as she would peer around to corner to find a man splashing himself down with water from the tap.

Nick stripping off his shirt, he used it to dry himself off and noticed the bit of grunge that collected on the material. A shower sounded good and he sighed heavily knowing it was probably time for him to head back to the house and stop avoiding his duties. Shaking out the shirt, he didn't bother putting it back on but tossed it on to a nearby bucket. Still not wanting to return to the house but feeling itchy and dirtier by the minute he decided he'd take a dip in the river. It only took him a second to kick off his shoes and dive into the water. Plunging under the cool surface he let the grime and heat wash from him. Emerging, he made his way up the bank while running the water through his dark wet hair. The material of his jeans was heavy and it was almost annoying but it helped to keep him cool. His father was dying. The thought just flashed into his mind and it brought down his mood instantly. With a slight sigh, he dropped his weight on some hay bales and sat briefly, his eyes shut before he searched  around for his shoes. It was time for him to return to the dying man and the scent of death and cancer...did cancer have a scent? To him it did. It was dank and spoiled, sad and heavy...He tried to shake off the thought as he grabbed at one of his shoes.

Ɓυввℓєѕ kept close to the side of the building as she moved along the wall, watching the man. Her eyes glinted as he removed his shirt, and as her keen eyes moved over his body, the water from the tap beaded on his warm, flawless skin, she felt a yearning almost strong enough to overshadow the hunger. She had only been 26 the night she was turned, and even as the years passed, 26 she remained. And as such, was still full of the lustful needs and wants of a healthy 26 year old woman in her prime. And there was no question, this specimen before her was extremely pleasing to the eye. His perfect, muscular physique, his tanned skin, his handsome chiseled face. She could help but run her tongue across her lips as her gaze followed the contours of his body, watching him dip below the water she began to wish she could still feel the heat that she knew would be building in her body right now. And as he emerged from the river, his fresh, clean scent once again filled her nostrils. Her hunger overcoming her as she  stumbled toward him where he sat on the hay bales. But as her hunger dizzied and weakened her, she found herself stumbling almost. her movements loud and clumsy.

Nick snapped his head up, his pale eyes adjusting so he could catch sight of whatever it was that was making the rustling sounds in the grass. He wasn't alarmed, he was more curious then anything and when he caught sight of the woman, he blinked, sure he was seeing things. Why would a woman be wandering alone in the country? She didn't look familiar and he forgot about his shoe as he stood. "Uh..." he looked over his shoulder then around himself. He didn't know what he was looking for but when he looked back at the pale woman he offered a bit of a smile. The gloom of his thoughts faded and he cleared his throat. "Hi...I, uh..." He chuckled. "Are you okay, I mean, what...I mean, who...Are you okay?" It was all he could think of asking that made sense.

Ɓυввℓєѕ stopped in her tracks and stood stiff on the spot. She scolded herself in her own head, she should have been more careful. She also should have stayed away and come back when he had gone and sufficed with horse blood. But it was too late now. He had seen her, but of course he didn't know what she was. She knew for now at least, she would have to conceal her identity and play along. As she was weak and he looked strong. he had the advantage over her and if she were to attack, she would more than likely fail. But she was wary, and didn't know how long she would be able to control her blood lust, her need to taste the scent that had intoxicated her. Stumbling over her words, unsure how to answer the man, she tried desperately to think up something to tell him. "i.... I'm.... I need to sit down......" Feeling faint now, and her need growing stronger, it was all she could think of to say.

Nick didn't hesitate to stand and move to assist the woman. Her appearance was strange, it was the first thing he had thought upon seeing her but now that she approached he was able to take in more details. Besides the very pale skin that seemed to radiate it's own glow or light in the shadows, like the reflective qualities of the moon, he eyes were large and bright, seeming to catch the reflection of everything around them. Her skin brought out the bright redness of her hair and that too seemed to have a sheen, like the beauty of the black stallions he'd just housed in the barn. He was almost reminded of a flicker of light, like that of a candle. She was a striking woman, but it was hard for him to decide on what it was that was attractive to him. "Here, sit...Can I get you something? Some water maybe?" He stepped aside, motioning to the bale. He was worried and the frown on his face displayed his concern. He wondered if he should take her to the house with him. He couldn't leave his father alone much   longer. Barefoot, he stood on the bank of the river, a cool breeze working at drying his skin and he shuddered briefly. The horses in the barn began to stir, he could hear their heavy breaths turn into restless snorts as they brayed and began to stomp at the ground. It was a strange stirring and he wondered why they were restless.

Ɓυввℓєѕ flinched a little as the man moved to help her. It had been many years since she had been touched by anyone - or rather, anyone not attempting to fight her off as she fed on them. And she was unsure of how he would react to her cold skin. She moved to rest against the hay bale as he'd encouraged her too. Even now as his scent swirled around her, filling her head, it was all she could do not to sink her sharp white teeth into him at that very moment. But even when she was turned, she had not lost her compassion or her conscience. She had always wondered if it were something that would disappear but after 15 years as a vampire, she had her answer. it was something she would have to train herself to forget. Something she would have to detach herself from, and thus far, she'd been unsuccessful. But it had never been an issue when she was feeding on vagrants and prostitutes. But now... this man, showing her kindness and concern and all she could think about was his warm, thick bloood, flooding her mouth,   lining her throat as she drank him in. She lifted her head in concern as the horses began to make a commotion. Knowing they could smell the stench of death in the air as another wave of hunger engulfed her. She growled low and deep more to herself than in response to his question. "I need to eat... I have to feed...."

Nick was looking to the barn when the woman spoke and oddly it seemed to be more of a guttural sound an animal would make rather then words and he looked to her briefly before he took a step towards the barn. "I should check on the horses. One minute..." His toes had squished into the cool mud and when he moved he became aware of the ground beneath him. The sound the wind was making through the trees added almost an urgency to the moment and he was confused. The appearance of the woman seemed to add another element to the air, an element that wasn't a pleasant one. Normally, a beauty walked out of the woods would be looked upon as, perhaps an abnormal occurrence but not one that would bring about the feeling that was almost...threatening. His heart began to pick up pace and he took another stride towards the barn. "I'll be right back." he wasn't sure he believed those words, though he didn't know why.

Ɓυввℓєѕ could sense what seemed like fear or alarm in his eyes. And was sure he was spooked. She knew now she may only have one chance to get her feed. She watched as he edged toward the barn and for now just nodded slowly as he spoke and stayed where she was. But as he entered the barn and turned his back to her, seeing the moonlight highlight his still slightly damp skin, she could almost hear his blood pulsing through his veins and before even she knew, she had darted toward the barn with a burst of speed, her hunger now overcoming her as another low growl escaped her throat. Baring her fangs as her blood lust engulfed her, driving her as she approached him from behind and would attempt to grab him, and if successful would spin him and pin him against the wall of the barn.

Nick was at the threshold of the barn when he felt a chill. It was almost as if the wind had picked up and touched at his skin but he realized it was more when something cold and solid clutched at his shoulder, spinning him around. The horses were completely worked up now and he could hear the sounds of their clamoring increase and he caught a fleeting sight of the male horse Brutus racing around the small space of his pen before he was slammed up against the barn. Not knowing what had grabbed him or why, he registered the danger now and his adrenaline set his blood pumping, preparing him to fight but he hardly had time to react as his head smacked up against the boards. The impact was solid and he was blinded for a second by a flash and then he saw her, the woman who he had left sitting. She was standing in front of him, her eyes alive and wild as he fangs flashed in the dim light. No, he thought, those aren't fangs. It couldn't be what he was seeing. As his mind raced, trying to make sense of what was  happening, he was immobilized.

Ɓυввℓєѕ pressed against the man as she held him to the wall of the barn. The horses now going wild around her and she saw the look in his eye as he tried to figure out what had happened and what she was. The look of recognition as he noticed her fangs and then the look of doubt and confusion as he tried to come up with another explanation. Vampires were a myth. Creatures that some believed in but that none had ever seen and lived to tell the tail. Her mouth just inches from his flesh now, she caught his gaze, and the look in his eye sending a shock of guilt through her, and she hesitated a moment. But it was only a moment as she was engulfed by her ravenous need once more. But there was another need lurking beneath the surface of her hunger. A lust for more than blood and before she knew, she'd attempt to press her mouth hard against his. Engaging in a wild and hungry kiss and if she managed to do so, her sharp fang would pierce the flesh of his bottom lip. that first drop of his blood as it hit her tongue,  igniting all her senses and she knew it was a taste she wanted to savor, and not to drink all in one go - to keep. To enjoy and devour whenever she felt the need.

Nick was still confused, uncertain as to why the woman was before him looking so desperate and in need and he still hadn't tried to explain the way he seemed pinned to the wall. Surely the pale thing wouldn't have the strength to hold him. He was alarmed but along with his confusion surfaced his anger. It always did. It was his defense, one he could always count on. He wasn't angry at the woman or being slammed against the barn, it was more of the confusion of the situation that was getting to him. "What the hell...?" His blue eyes blazed as he finally reacted but when the woman kissed him, he was once more silenced. When her mouth clamped on his, he didn't hesitate to return the kiss, his own mouth hot and fierce and when she bit him, he reached up to grab at her hair close to her skull. His life had become about death and sadness and he was almost grateful for the distraction and it took the heat from the woman to snap him out of his misery. He attempted to move, hoping to lift the woman and turn so it was  her pressed against the wall and not him. She was cold and felt oddly unmovable but he was too into the moment to register why or even care.

Ɓυввℓєѕ continued to kiss him with the deep lust and longing that had been locked away for years. Sucking at his lip hoping to draw more drops of his crimson blood. Feeling her skin tingle and warm with each drop that she swallowed, even tho it was not enough to satisfy her hunger. She, too, was lost in the moment and was shocked that he had not pulled away or tried to fight her off, and when he tried to lift her, she knew it was not an act of defense and he wasn't trying to get her off of him - and she let him. Turning her to press her against the wall, she leaned closer in to him and would move her hands to his bare chest. Clawing at his flesh before digging her nails against his skin, harder and harder until the skin broke and thick red droplets began to seep from the marks she had left. Drawing back from the kiss only to lower her head, extending her tongue and dragging it across the wounds left from her nails, lapping up every morsel of his blood that escaped him. Expecting him to drawn back or fight her off at any moment.

Nick winced slightly as she clawed at his chest and when she broke the kiss only to move down to run his tongue along his bare skin he felt his cock react, swelling in the damp heavy material of his jeans. With her up against the wall, he pushed at the material of her dress, shoving it to her waist as he now pinned her to the wall. grabbing at her pale thighs he parted them and encourage her to wrap them around him as he went for the button of his jeans. Cursing, he still wasn't sure of the why's or anything else and at that point he didn't give a shit. With his cock out and at the ready, he grabbed at her hair, attempting to push her head back so he could taste at her mouth again. A low growl escaped him as he moved to work his cock up inside her. She was still cold and hard and he worked his hands over her neck, shoulders, arms and ass, seeing if he could warm her flesh with his touch. Oddly she didn't yield to him as he shoved his hips forward with force, packing himself inside her. Frowning, he was   uncertain as to what was going on but it didn't stop him as he slipped into the strange dream he seemed to have walked into.

Ɓυввℓєѕ was surprised when her act of tasting his blood seemed to turn him on, and even more surprised when he fumbled at his jeans and his rigid cock sprang free. She wrapped her legs around him as he encouraged her and her need for him was growing in every way. Her need to feel him... her need to taste him. She drew in air sharply as he tugged her head back and she clamped her mouth to his as he kissed her. But as he shoved himself inside her, she drew back from the kiss, growling as her lips that had mostly sheathed her teeth until now, curled up and exposed her fangs fully. Catching his gaze for a moment as her eyes glinted and she was once more taken over by the hunger, even more driven and lustful as he began to fuck her against the wall, and she dropped her head, without a moments thought and sunk her fangs deep into the flesh where his shoulder and neck met. A spill of his thick, delicious blood flooding her mouth. She began to suck drawing in more and more, and as she swallowed and drank from him, her body became stronger... And warmer. Her senses became heightened and she was fully aware of his thick cock packed deep inside her, she began to move against him, rocking her hips to his rhythm as she threw her head back, lips stained with scarlet red as her hunger was satisfied.

Nick kissed her deeply, his tongue practically trashing in her mouth as he sought her warmth and was unrewarded. When she pulled away, his frustration was evident until he looked down at her and saw her lips curl back exposing her bright fangs that glistened. Slamming a hand into the wall, he felt his muscles tense almost the second she plunged those fangs into his skin and muscle. He cried out and it was something that was a roar and a growl as he felt the pain. He almost shoved away from her but in the next second the pain was gone and another sensation claimed him. His blood was pounding hot and he could hear it in his ears, thumping and now it seemed it was the only thing he was aware of. Tipping his head back he stared up eyed wide at the night sky. The stars seemed to burn and flash with intensity and he blinked as he listened to his heart. Feeling the life rushing through him, he could feel it rise form his feet, up his legs and into his torso and arms. Blinking once more, slower this time, he felt   heat spread through the woman, making her almost pliable now and his cock was gripped by a now intense warmth and he felt himself erupt almost without effort while his vision now began to darken. He wasn't sure what was happening but the intensity was something he gave himself into. His heart was slowing and he felt as if he was drifting off somewhere as his senses spun. "What are you..." he managed to utter before his eyes shut one final time.

Ɓυввℓєѕ felt his blood pump through her and growled loud and with pleasure into the air as she worked hard against him now. She was awash with sensations she had not felt since she were mortal. The nearness of a man, the pure ecstasy of being fucked, the intensity of a kiss... All things she never knew she had yearned for until this moment. And has her one hunger satisfied with his blood coating her throat, her other need was now fulfilled as he emptied himself into her. Still not understanding why he had not pushed her away as she drank from him, his cry had echoed and now rang in her ears. She felt his body fall limp and weak and knew she had feasted on him a little too much as she was caught in the moment between pleasure and hunger. Lowering him to the floor, she winced slightly as she pierced the pad of her thumb with her fang and ran it over the puncture marks on his neck. Her blood sealing the wounds. Looking down on him as his eyelids became heavy, as he uttered those last words to her, she didn't answer but instead leaned down and dragged her blood stained lips against his once more before he fell unconscious. His blood, his scent, his touch, his taste, the feel of him inside her, the sound of his cries, the feel of his mouth on hers... Had all intoxicated her and she knew from then on, she needed him. And would keep him to make him hers.

Nick felt the heat of the earth beneath him and his fingers dug into the soft soil as he returned to his senses. He was cold, that's why everything felt so warm and he longed for some heat. Feeling something brush his lips he opened his eyes and saw the beauty he had met earlier and her lips were warm as was her breath and her touch. With a weak hand, he touched at her face, leaving a streak of black soil on her pale skin but now...well now it wasn't so pale and color filled her lips and cheeks. Brushing a thumb along her cheek, he wondered what the hell was going on but he didn't think on it much as he felt his heart begin to thump boldly in his chest once more. Licking his lips, he was sure he'd taste something like the sweetness of wine or the dry cotton sensation one got when they were drugged but his lips were moist and he seemed fine, besides feeling drained, his limbs and body heavy like stones. "I can't move..."

Ɓυввℓєѕ felt him stir beside her and gazed down on him, watching the look of confusion in his eyes. Her brow furrowing slightly at having inflicted all of this on to this beautiful man who had done nothing but offer her kindness. But she'd had a taste of him now, more than just his blood, and it was as if an addiction had already set in. She slipped an arm under his head to support him, and pulled him to her. "Just lie still. You'll be fine... " She reassured him. There was nothing around for her to use to replenish him, short of feeding him her own blood, which would turn him, and that's not something she wanted to do. She would have to wait for his body to replenish on it's own and hoped that she hadn't drunk too greedily and done too much damage. Reaching her free hand she would sweep it gently over his hair, trailing her fingers through the still damp, black locks. he must know what she was, there was no kind of denying it. But with her species still being a myth, disbelieved by many she wasn't sure if he would accept it. "I..... I... Well you..... You fed me... I fed from you..." Her voice was nervous and quiet and she looked upon his face waiting for his reaction.

Nick laid still considering what she revealed. He's heard of such things, or course, in fanciful books and movies but he never thought of it as anything but foolishness, like ghost and voodoo. He frowned slightly then. There was talk lately, talk of animals being found dead, drained of blood but not feasted upon. He thought about the horses and how they had panicked. They knew something. She'd been hunting and...she fed on him? He licked his lips again as he touched at him, gentle now and he was drawn to her, wanting to feel her again, to taste her, to..."Am I going to die?" He wasn't afraid, in fact the thought of her leaving him seemed to alarm him more then anything. "What is your name, what do I call you?" He drug his thumb across her lips, feeling the roughness of the soil roll under his thumb and along her full soft lips. "You're soft now..."

Ɓυввℓєѕ felt a wave of relief wash over her. He wasn't scared. He didn't shy away from her or try to run. He seemed to accept what she was telling him - and he was okay with it. She leaned down to kiss him again, her now warm lips against his, and the kiss was slower this time, more gentle and less ravenous. "You're not going to die. You'll be fine. Just rest now. " She drew back a moment and looked into his eyes before speaking again. "Trinity. You can call me Trinity.... " Returning his touch to her face as she brushed her knuckles against his cheek, pulling him closer to her. ".... And I want you as mine."

Nick was confused again, "Yours? I don't understand?" He was glad to hear her wasn't dying and the thought of death brought his father back to him. "What would it mean, to be yours? I mean, I have a life, my father, he needs me...This farm, it needs to be sold. What do you mean yours?" He knew he was repeating himself and rambling stupidly but he seemed unable to think around the woman. "And why would you need me?"

Ɓυввℓєѕ saw a wave of confusion wash over him once more and she placed a finger to his lips to quiet him, briefly replacing her finger with her lips again as she kissed him gently. His warmth still rushing through her. She spoke softly, hoping the understanding and acceptance he had shown up until now, would continue. "Yes mine... You would be mine. You would belong to me. You would feed me. Keep me from hunger... And I will protect you. Care for you.. And never drain you.... The rest is easily worked out. The farm needn't be sold if I were to come here. Or you and your father could come to me, and we would care for him for as long as necessary.... " She looked over his face, trying to read some kind of reaction. She already knew she needed him and she didn't want to alarm or scare him. But she knew she had to make him hers.

Nick nodded though he still didn't really understand. "Tell me...tell me what you are. How you live. Where you come from. Tell me everything." He was fine where he was, laying there as his strength slowly came back to him. She fed and he was still alive. Each time she fed would be be the same and would she someday kill him? Was making a deal with her like making one with the devil. Was she simply a predator. The horses seemed to thinks so and the night was eerily quiet as if everything alive and wild could sense her and feared her. Why didn't he fear her? When she kissed him he had his answer. Life was heavy and draining only a moment ago and now....now he felt a need, a purpose. He'd risk it, he knew he would but he wanted to hear what she had to say and what she had to tell him.

Ɓυввℓєѕ Ƈσυятσιѕ (trinity.ermintrood) sighed as she thought back to the night of her turning. "I was a normal girl.. Like you. But my father... was an awful man to me.. and my mother. He took my mother from me. But at least losing her would numb the pain of his beatings." She stopped a moment as she swallowed hard and tried not to let the sadness envelope her. "I got drunk... I wanted to forget. But I got drunk, and I got stupid. I went out after dark, stumbling into the shadows, and that's where I met a man. He was oh so charming, and handsome and knew all the right things to say.... He promised me a life that I could never have dreamed of. And that's exactly what he gave me. This. He made me into this... And after my father died, I've been alone since that day. 15 years ago." Her words trailed off and she rolled her gaze back to his. "So this is what I am now.... A vampire.... I live simply and sleep in the day. I try to feed only from animals but, it's not enough... I don't want to kill... But I need to feed... and now I've had a taste... I need you."