Coming to a Head || Bella&Kemper
Bella felt lips at her neck, teeth nibbling gently, while the air from outside was blown into her home through the front door. The blood dolls gifting her farewell affection had a slowed heart rate, weakened from Bella’s feeding, but seemed energized nonetheless. He was the last of two remaining. Jamie and her had severed their ties for her feeding, besides he had a near limitless supply of her blood now, and she’d said goodbye the Ana, the blood doll who she had been both sleeping with and gifting expensive items too as payment. Bella still needed to feed so she had kept the girl whose rent she paid, and the man she slept with. He would have been an easy tie to sever were he not so large. Bella needed to feed at minimum three times a week, sometimes four. The smaller girl she’d kept was only good for one session a week, where as Danny could handle more.
“Get out of here, Danny,” Bellamy insisted, pushing him off her. Despite his broad shoulders and masculine form she had the advantage. He was a human who had just lost a lot of blood, and she was a vampire. So he did remove himself, taking a step out the door and looking back at her for a moment. Danny watched Bella as she closed the door, wrapped in a satin black robe. How was her hair still perfectly in place, how had he only smudged her lipstick? It was frequently some of the best nights of his week. No strings.
With the door closed he checked his phone, a few texts from friends, a call from his Mother he’d missed, he stood there for a few minutes replying, unable to hear the vampire woman inside fixing her make-up and changing into something more practical. Bella didn’t know Kemper was coming over but she always tried to be done with her blood dolls early enough in the evening that if he did come over they’d miss him. Tonight she had not been fast enough.
Danny looked up, shoving his phone in his pocket, and saw the other male with brown his falling over his brow. It may not have been obvious to the human but he smelled of sex, of her sex. It was on his clothes and on his skin. But more so there was the evident bite on his throat, other’s hidden beneath his clothing that still had enough dried blood that a werewolf aware of Bella’s specific scent could tell it was not his only wound. “Guess she’s really hungry tonight,” Danny said as he walked down the small path to the short gate to her home, patting Kemper on the shoulder. “Good luck, mate.”
Bella caught none of the interaction, by the time Kemper’s shoulder was being slapped she was zipping up her black jeans and shoving her feet into some pink heels. In her mind Kemper would either arrival in an hour or so and she could show off one of the pairs she had kept, or she would be able to send him some selfies she had taken in the clothing, descending her stairs of her home to do so in better lighting she put back on the necklace Kemper had given her, an indication that the full moon would be there soon.
