Chapter 68

"Harry?" Selene's voice was an echo of her confusion as she watched Harry pull out his mother's wand and use his minor skills in conjuration to create a small glass cup. Raising his left arm and holding it over the cup he pressed the tip of the wand against it and slowly started to draw it across his wrist.

Blood quickly began pouring out of the wound as Harry sliced through both the radial vein and artery in one go. The crimson colored life giving liquid gushed out of his arm and trickled into the cup like a small waterfall from a stream, filling the cup quickly.

"What are you doing!?" A look over at Selene showed Harry that the girl was shocked. Not surprised, but well and truly shocked. Her glowing, silvery blue eyes had grown quite wide, wider than he had ever seen, and her mouth was hanging open like a bad impression of a fish out of water.

He had to admit, it was nice to be able to actually get one over on the girl who had caused him so many troubles within the few days she had been here. It also gave him a possible understanding of the young vampire. If this was why Selene was so set on making him lose his composure, he could see why she did it. It was terribly amusing to see someone lose their normally collected head when something unexpected happened.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Harry asked gruffly. He was beginning to feel light headed from blood loss, but thankfully wouldn't need much more. The cup was almost full. "I'm not going to have you suffering from lack of blood when I could do something to help. I didn't rescue you from those Vatican hired mercenaries just so you could go crazy with bloodlust."

Technically, he had not meant to rescue her, it had just turned out this way. It still did not change the fact that he had rescued her.

"But – but that's – I mean, you don't have to –"

Harry had to admit that it was very, very amusing to see the girl who had always seemed so calm and collected even when she was being overly affectionate and sensual to him seem so flustered. While Harry would not call himself a vindictive person, he would admit to enjoying the way she could not form a coherent sentence and how her cheeks became suffused with a lovely shade of pink as her eyes locked onto his before straying to the side when she found herself incapable of maintaining eye contact.

Sometimes payback was a dish best served cold. Or with blood.

When the cup was finally full, Harry withdrew his arm and quickly began pumping as much magic into it as possible. He had never healed cut arteries or veins before, not knowingly at any rate, so he did not know how much magic he needed. Healing broken bones required a lot, however, and since this was just as if not more important than a bone it was better to be save than sorry.

It was fascinating to watch the wounds on his arm sealing up. It was almost like something was crawling over his veins, arteries, muscle tissue and skin. First the artery and vein healed up, followed by his muscles knitting together. Last, but not least, the small slit in his skin where he had cut himself sealed up with a slight hiss.

After several seconds, the wound was healed. Harry wiped off the blood that stained his arm, revealing clear, perfectly healthy skin. It was as if Harry had not just sliced open his arm.

"Here," Harry set the glass of blood in front of the still shocked to silence Selene. The girl was looking at him as if she had never seen him before. It was slightly unnerving, the way her eyes never blinked or moved from his face as she gaped at him.

Eventually, however, she did respond. Her pale cheeks became several shades lighter as a pinkish red hue suffused them. Her left hand came up and gently grabbed hold of the glass and lifted it up. She looked over at Harry as she brought the glass near her mouth, before quickly looking away, her cheeks turning an even darker shade of red.

Harry watched Selene slowly drink his blood. Her eyes had closed the moment the red liquid had touched her lips. Every few seconds her body would give little shudders, and Harry thought he heard strange noises coming from her mouth. He didn't know what those sounds were as they did not sound like a gulp and they were too soft and too muffled by the glass for him to properly categorize.

A few seconds later, Selene brought the now empty cup back down, setting it on the table. She looked over at Harry and, once again, he got to lay witness to the girl who had often spent most of her time trying to see how red she could make his face blush.

It was so nice to see the shoe on the other foot for a change.

"Thank you," she mumbled so softly that were it not for his enhanced hearing, Harry would have missed it.

"You're welcome," Harry said.

"I really mean it, Harry," Selene continued, calling him by his name for the first time ever. Her hand came out and she laid it against one of his, the one currently resting closest to her on the table. "I –" she swallowed, then flushed a bit more as she turned her head. "You don't know how much this means to me. This was the first time... the first time anyone has ever let me drink their blood. Actually, this is the first time I drank blood that wasn't from a transfusion pack."

"Is me giving you my blood really that big of a deal?" asked Harry, honestly confused. He couldn't quite see what the big deal was. He bled so much during sparring sessions when he got punched in the face that the idea of giving someone some blood hardly mattered to him at all.

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