OCD

~What are you doing Tia? Are you really doing this? Oh My God, you're freaking going to die!~

My brain practically screams at me as I follow behind Luca. He leads me up a flight of stairs and down a long grandeur hallway.

~No. It's a bluff, remember? I came here to call his bluff. And if I have to do that in his bedroom, I will.~

The only sound is Luca's feet shuffling on the hardwood floor, and my heart beating so loudly that I feel like my ears are pulsing. I'm suddenly regretting not drinking more of that lavender tea.

~Ok, but what if it's not a bluff? what if he actually drinks your blood? what if you can't escape? what if he can't control himself and drinks too much? What if you die? Oh my god.... What if you guys have sex?~

"Shut up!" I whisper to myself.

Luca comes to a stop in front of a pair of double doors and raises an eyebrow at me, "Did I say something?"

"No! No!" I put my hands up, "I wasn't talking to you!"

Luca looks around the hallway, then back to me. I know what he's thinking even though he doesn't ask it...

"I was talking to myself." I say, and avoid eye contact.

Luca stares at me for a bit longer, and his gaze on me is suffocating. "And what were you saying to yourself?" he finally asks.

I laugh awkwardly, then point at the door he's been standing in front of, "Are we going in, or not?"

Luca smirks, "In a hurry to get started, I see." He says and opens the door.

I don't how to respond to that, so I just follow him inside quietly. His room is, of course, huge. But it's also pristine.

~Damn, I figured he was the OCD type.~

the white covers on his bed are made, and there isn't a single wrinkle on the sheets. almost every piece of furniture in the room is white except the hardwood flooring and I assume he would have to dust daily to make sure everything stays as clean as it looks right now.

"It's all white," I announce.

"Is there a problem with that?" he asks, and I see him shut the door behind us, but he doesn't lock it.

~Thank god~

"No" I shrug, "It's just... You're going to drink my blood, I feel like it could get messy."

Luca tilts his head at me, "we don't have to be messy... unless you want to."

~DEAR GOD~

I feel a blush run down my face and all the way down to my toes. My whole body feels red. And Luca laughs at the sight of it.

"I have to admit," He says and begins to mosey toward his bed.

~Why the bed? Seriously? why the bed? there is a couch, a desk, multiple chairs... Why are you choosing that specific piece of furniture?~

"I didn't expect you to choose this option." he finishes. "I assumed you were afraid of being fed from."

I watch him curiously, "Well," I say, "I figured it wasn't really a big deal." I try to act casual... Maybe he'll admit to his bluff soon.

"No?" he says, and seems intrigued.

I shrug. "No." I almost want to pat myself on the back for how good I'm acting right now.

He smiles with half of his mouth, "Come over here, and sit down."

I try to take a steadying breath before I move toward him. Crossing the room to his bedside seems to take forever and only a moment. my feet feel like they're flying off the floor, yet I also feel a heavy weight on my shoulders.

"No big deal?" He repeats my words from earlier, "even when you're heart is beating so fast that your whole face is red?"

"What?" my hands fly to my cheeks that are as hot as summer.

"Sit." Luca gestures to the bedside and I do as I'm told, but I think my head may be getting lighter from the nerves. I see black splotches floating in my vision.

~It's a bluff Tia! remember it's a bluff!~

Luca crouches down in front of me and brings his hand up to my ear, I flinch immediately.

"Calm down." he says, and brings his other hand up to put on my shoulder, "I'm just checking for microphones."

"What?" I say again, it feels like the only word I've said to him.

His hand moves to my other ear where he carefully caresses the circumference of it to see if there are any mechanisms attached. I shiver runs down my spine at the soft touch. "I can't trust anyone." He admits, "too many girls have tried to spy on me already." His eyes flicker over my face, then down my body. I feel my skin prickle in every area that his eye linger. "I can't imagine what kind of pay you could get for recording me feeding."

I blink, the idea never crossed my mind, but honestly, it's a good one. The only problem is, he's not going to actually feed on me.... right?

When Luca seems satisfied that I'm not wired, he crossed his room and pulls a wheely chair from a desk, he wheels the chair back across the room, then sits in front of me. "Why don't we talk about this before we get into it."

I swallow, "o- okay."

"So obviously, we've agreed to me drinking from you." He steeples his fingers together in front of his face, while I wring my hands out like wet rags in my lap. "But where shall we draw the line?"

"The line?" I repeat.

"Yes." he nods, "When should we 'stop'," he tilts his head so he's looking at me through his lashes.

"Stop?"

He sighs, "You know the nature of feeding." he goes on. "And usually, one thing leads to another, and..."

It hits me like a hammer to the head, "Are you asking if we're going to have sex?"

He pauses, and it looks like he's trying to not smile or laugh at my blunt question, "I guess I am asking that, yes."

Immediately my head is shaking, "I DON'T want to do that." I say. "I mean no offense or anything." I begin when he tilts his head again, "You're hot and all, but I'm not ready for THAT."

The laugh Luca is holding in comes out in an exhale and he smiles wide enough that his single dimple is visible. "You really don't know much, do you?" He shakes his head, then leans forward so his face is level with mine. "How about this,"

my eyes are wide as I listen to him.

"I'll start just by drinking from you," He says, the side of his mouth still in a smile, "And, then you can decide where we go from there?"

I nod my head, but I literally have no idea WHAT THE HELL I'm nodding my head to. "Okay, but, like I said, I don't think I want to do THAT."

Luca's eyes look mischievous. "Should we start then?"

my heart immediately picks up pace at the question.

~Here it is, Tia... The part where his bluff will be called. And if he doesn't admit it... then maybe you still have time to make a run for it.~

I nod my head again, and try to swallow but it doesn't seem to work, "Alright."

"Okay," Luca wheels closer to me so that his knee is touching the front of mine, "Just takes deep breaths and stay calm."

I attempt to take a deep breath but it does nothing for my nerves. "D-does it hurt?" I blurt when he leans closer to me. his proximity makes the air feel thick and my whole body feels like a string pulled tight. "When you bite me." I elaborate. I can't help but ask, in the off chance that he's serious about this and he somehow does bite me, I want to know what to expect.

Luca shakes his head, then places a hand on my knee, I didn't realize it was shaking, but his large hand immediately sends out waves of sensation through my body via the touch. "There will be a small sting, in the beginning," he says, "But after that, it should feel good."

~Good? It feels good to have someone drain blood from you?~

I swallow and watch him with nervous eyes as he slowly raises his hand and takes hold of the knitted scarf that's wrapped around my neck. He pulls at the fabric ever-so-softly and the scarf comes off my neck in a slow sensual way that makes my stomach ache, the hairs on my body stand, and the area between my legs warm. I immediately squeeze my thighs together, trying to ignore the fact that I am somehow turned on by this.

When the scarf is gone, a cold breeze follows behind the fabric's absence, making me feel like I've become completely naked in front of him. And by the way Luca looks at my neck when It's off... I really feel naked.

His eyes dilate and his mouth opens slightly. he stands and the wheely chair rolls away from him as he does.

I feel my heart beating faster. He looks every bit the predator that I know him to be. And my mind buzzes, half in fear and half in another way... a way I really don't want to admit.

"Relax." Luca says, and he leans toward me, he places a hand on either side of my neck and his hands are so cold against my scalding skin. He places a knee on the mattress beside my hip and the mattress dips under his weight. He leans closer to me, and when I feel his breath brushes my cheek, alarms go off in my head.

~HE'S REALLY GOING TO DO ITTTTT!!!!!~~~