Allasia stayed completely still and then turned to glare at him at the sound of his voice, “It’s not that cold.”
He stopped rubbing his hands and just stared at her as she rose to her feet and walked slowly amongst the headstones.
After realizing she would not wait for him, he sprang to his feet and hurried to catch up.
The graveyard was still very dark even though dawn was quickly approaching, and in his hurry Damon tripped over a headstone.
“Fuck!” he rolled on the ground rubbing his bruised shin, “Allasia where are you?”
There was no answer from the cold stones around him but the ground as wet with dew so he staggered to his feet. The blades of grass glistened with moisture and he blinked rapidly to try and see through the dim fog of night.
“Hey Allasia?” he ventured forward timidly, feeling with his feet so he wouldn’t fall again.
Shifting clouds covered the faint light of the sun, whom had yet to appear over the horizon.
“Allasia? Hey,” he jumped slightly as he felt cold hands slide down his neck and caress his shoulders.
She laughed quietly and spun him around to face her, her eyes looked like two dark pools in the darkness and she fixed him with a seductive stare.
A lock of black hair fell in front of her eyes and he found himself staring at her with an incredible lust.
She held his face with her cold hands and drew his lips toward hers.
Damon’s pulse quickened and he didn’t feel the least bit cold anymore as she pressed her cool mouth against his.
He let his hands release her wrists and encircle her waist, pulling her toward him almost hungrily.
Allasia released her hold on his face and pushed him away lightly, “Not so fast.” She warned and spun around without another word, her black trench coat swirling through the air behind her.
Damon stood still, confused , and the blood rushed to his face with embarrassment.
“Wait,” he said softly, and when she just kept walking away from him he followed her and raised his voice persistently, “Allasia wait!”
Her strides lengthened, forcing him to break into a slow jog to reach her, he was just about to call out again when she suddenly stopped.
Since he’d been catching up close behind her he was unable to stop so suddenly, and he pressed into her slightly.
But instead of shooing him away again, she reach her arms out behind her and pulled him close to her.
Again he felt a sense of urgency and eagerness, and as she leaned her head to one side he craned down to kiss her neck.
A small sigh escaped her lips and then she said, “Stop.”
Disappointment started to form in his stomach but she turned around and looked him straight in the eyes as she stood up on her toes to bring her lips up to his neck.
He felt a slight pinch and wondered, is she going to give me a hickey? But then the thought was lost because the feeling that followed was a rushing sense of euphoria.
As she kissed him he felt as if the whole world was sliding away from him, as if his legs would give out at any second.
He tried to pull away to regain his balance but she held his arms and wouldn’t let him move, “Allasia,” he protested weakly but she did not seem to hear him.
He tried to tap her shoulder but his arms felt as heavy as lead, and they lay motionless at his sides.
Suddenly she drew away and let go of his arms.
Immediately pain rushed through his body, emanating from his neck.
He felt himself falling backwards and he watched her face as it slowly drew away from him.
Allasia opened her mouth and smile wickedly, and vaguely he recognized the sharp canines and dark blood flowing down her chin. She tilted her head back in ecstasy as he fell to the ground, and licked her lips greedily.
When the sun finally rose over the graveyard, she had disappeared and Damon lay on the ground between the headstones.
His skin had faded grey like stone and his eyes stared upwards without seeing like panes of fogged glass.
