"Ouch!" Tommy shouted. She held him down and snarled into his neck.
Dust from the old mattress filled the air and was stirred by the movement of their bodies.
"Oh jeez!" Tommy shouted, digging his fingers into her bottom. Jody answered him with a catlike scream as she came, then fell on his chest and licked the blood that dribbled from the punctures on his neck.
She twitched and shuddered while he repeated, "Oh jeez," over and over again between gasps. After a few minutes she rolled off him and lay on the bed feeling the warm nourishment running though her.
Tommy rubbed his neck. "That was great," he said. "That was incredible. You are —"
Jody rolled over. "Tommy, I have to tell you something."
"You're beautiful," he said.
Jody smiled at him. The urgency was gone now and she was feeling guilty. I could have killed him, she thought.
Tommy reached over and touched her lips. "What's that on your teeth? Did you hurt yourself?"
"It's blood, Tommy. It's your blood."
He felt his neck again, which was completely healed. "My blood?"
"Tommy, I've never done anything like that before. I've never been that way before."
"Me either. It was great!"
"I'm a vampire."
"That's okay," Tommy said. "I knew this girl in high school who gave me a hickey that covered the whole side of my neck."
"No, Tommy. I'm really a vampire." She looked him in the eye and did not smile or look away. She waited.
He said, "Don't goof on me, okay?"
"Tommy, have you ever seen anyone tear a pair of jeans like that before?"
"That was my animal attraction, right?"
Jody got out of bed, went to the bedroom door and closed it, shutting out the light from the living area. "Can you see anything?"
"No," he said.
"Hold up a number of fingers. Don't tell me how many."
He did.
"Three," Jody said. "Try again."
He did.
"Seven."
"Jeez," he said. "Are you psychic?"
She opened the door. Light spilled in.
"You have an incredible body," Tommy said.
"Thanks. I need to lose five pounds."
"Let's do it again, without our shoes on this time."
"Tommy, you have to listen to me. This is important. I'm not kidding you. I am a vampire."
"C'mon, Jody, come over here. I'll take your shoes off for you."
Jody looked up at the ceiling. There were open steel beams twenty feet above. "Watch." She jumped up and grabbed on to a beam and hung. "See?"
"Jeez," Tommy said.
"Do you have a book here?"
"In my suitcase."
"Go get it."
"Be careful. You could fall."
"Get the book, Tommy."
Tommy went into the living area, looking up at her as he walked under. He returned with a volume of Kerouac.
"Now what? Come down from there. You're making me nervous."
"Close the door and open the book."
He closed the door and the room went dark again. Jody read a half page aloud before he opened the door again.
"Jeez," he said.
She let go of the beam and dropped to the floor. Tommy backed away from her to the bed and sat down.
"If you want to leave, I'll understand," she said.
"When we were making love… you were cold inside."
"Look, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Tommy's eyes were wide. "You really are a vampire, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry. I needed help. I needed someone."
"You really are a vampire." It was a statement this time.
"Yes, Tommy. I am."
He paused for a second to think, then said, "That's the coolest thing I've ever heard. Let's do it with our shoes off."
Part II
Nesting
Chapter 15
Learning the Licks
They took their shoes off and did it again. The second time was less urgent and they tried to impress each other with their respective repertoires of mattress tricks. Jody was careful not to appear too experienced and Tommy pulled on everything he had ever read, from Penthouse to National Geographic, trying not to appear too naive, while fighting the urge to shout "Gee whiz" with her every move. There was entirely too much thinking involved on both their parts and they finished thinking, Well, that was pretty okay. Jody's fangs stayed safely sheathed behind her canines.
She said, "What was that you shouted at the end?"
"It was a Bantu love cry. I think it translates, 'Oh baby, polish my lip saucer. »
"Interesting," Jody said.
They lay there for a while, not talking, feeling uncomfortable and a little embarrassed. Whatever intimacy they shared physically was not echoed emotionally. They were strangers.
Tommy felt that he should confess something personal, something to match the outrageous trust she had put in him by telling him her secret. At the same time he was curious, and a little bit afraid. It wasn't as if she had shown him a hidden tattoo. She was a vampire. How do you match that? How do you file that? Under "Adventure," he thought. I wanted adventure, and here it is.
"Tommy," she said, not looking at him, talking more or less to the ceiling, "I'll understand if you don't want to stay, but I'd like you to."
"I've never lived with anyone before. This is all new to me. I mean, you probably have a lot more experience than I do at this."
"Well, not exactly like this. I've lived with a few guys."
"A few?"
"Ten, I think. But not under these circumstances."
"Ten? You must be ancient. No offense. I mean, I knew that you were older, but I thought it was just a few years. Not centuries."
She rolled over and looked him in the eye. "I'm twenty-six."
"Sure, you look twenty-six. But you've probably looked this way for years. You probably have pictures of yourself with Abraham Lincoln and stuff, right?"
"No, I'm twenty-six. I've been twenty-six for about six months."
"But how long… I mean… Were you born like…"
"I've been a vampire for four days."
"So you're twenty-six."
"That's what I've been telling you."
"And you've lived with ten guys?"
She got out of bed and started gathering her clothes. "Look, I don't use the best judgment when it comes to relationships. Okay?"
He turned away from her. "Well, thanks a lot."
"I didn't mean you. I meant in the past."
He sat on the edge of the bed and hung his head. "I feel so used."
"Used?" She leaped over the bed and stood in front of him. "Used?" She put her finger under his chin and lifted it until he was looking at her. "I've trusted you with the biggest secret I have. I've offered to share my life with you."
"Oh, like that's an exclusive privilege." He pulled away from her and resumed pouting.
Jody snatched a shoe off the floor and prepared to whack him with it, then remembered what she had done to Kurt and dropped it. "Why are you being such an asshole?"
"You drank my blood!"
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that."
"You didn't even ask."
"And you didn't protest, either."
"I thought it was a sex thing."
"It was."
"It was?" He stopped pouting and looked up at her. "Does that turn you on?"
Jody thought, Why are men never prepared for the toxic radiation of afterglow? Why can't they ride it through without becoming detached whiners or aggressive jerks? They don't get it, that cuddling afterward has nothing to do with warm, fuzzy feelings; it's just the most intelligent way to ride the wave of post-coital depression.