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Chapter 16

Trent’s next movement brought her back to reality, when he suddenly sank his long canines into the man’s neck, where the throbbing vein was pumping the warm blood. He was drinking fast, but Viola could see everything. The way his long fangs tore the vein open, the way Trent pressed his lips against the salty skin, the way he swallowed every drop. She saw his jaw and Adam’s apple move and although she was shocked a bit, the hunger leaped on her so suddenly that she had to take a few steps backwards in her surprise.

There was a burning inside of her stomach, which crept up into her throat and made her mouth dry. Her eyes were fixed on the flowing red fluid, which passed Trent’s lips and ran down the seduced man’s neck. She heard faint, distant growling in her head and her hands fisted as she was fighting with herself. She didn’t understand it! She was still human, she knew it and Dave told it to her! Then why was she craving the blood this much? Maybe not getting her usual “fix” from Dave’s blood made it harder for her to fight this hunger?

Trent glimpsed at her and tore his bloody mouth away from the wound. He saw the mixed emotions on Viola’s face and he reached out for her. “Come, come here… You’ll have to drink blood time after time to calm down this hunger – although it won’t fully disappear anymore. You’re still human, yes, but since you’ve tasted David’s blood, your body started to change. Our pure blood can make you addicted easily. For now, simple human blood will be okay for you too. So come and don’t torture yourself. Dave had to tell you this when you’ve made your decision…” he said and watched the woman’s unsure steps as she got closer and knelt down next to them. She was still hesitating and unlike with Dave whose blood she thirsted this smell that came from the frightened man and hurt her sensitive nose was highly unpleasant. But hunger was stronger and she leaned over the guy while Trent was helping her keeping the head and neck in the right position and nodded towards her. She tasted the first lap, and her stomach churned in disgust. Again, hunger was overwhelming and she kept leaping up the stranger's blood. By the second minute she was drinking effortlessly until there was no more blood coming out of his torn throat.

Trent wasn't surprised and somewhere deep, who knows why, he was proud of her. Maybe because she was his trainee. Maybe because he started to genuinely liking her. He felt in many ways she is closer to him than David. David was different, such a great friend but sometimes being distant. With Viola he could chuckle over some stupid joke like when he was just a kid. Viola was a real tomboy and he was enjoying it.

Viola finally pulled back and touched her bloody mouth. She stared at her fingers a bit shocked but then she licked them clean, just like her teeth while staring at the dead man on the walkway. Trent watched her. He knew that she'd be shocked from her - their - first kill and somehow he didn't want her to do something stupid. He touched her shoulder and asked "Hey, are you OK?"

"Yeah, sure..." she snapped out from her strange state and pulled herself together, not wanting to show weakness to Trent.

"Good" the vampire said just this and while Viola wiped her mouth into the sleeve of her jacket, with his leg he just elegantly pushed the corpse into the water - after covering their tracks, of course. "Come, let me take you home" he said on softer tone than usual and helped her up. Viola couldn't remember how they've got home. He responded if Trent said or asked something, but she had no memories about them. It was just a reflex. Her brain was still in a haze and the vampire let her brain to process the happenings in its own way.

When they hit home Viola didn't yet wanted to go to bed. She needed company and so she stayed with Trent which was strange to him but he was trying to understand her. When seeing she is kinda was following him wherever he was going he figured out that she must be afraid or at least didn't want to stay alone. She said nothing though but still was very grateful from the look in her eyes when Trent offered her that if she wanna he is taking her out into the city and have a "wild" night there, visiting a club both Dave and him frequented.

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The club was small and crowded, but not overwhelmingly. It was perfect for Viola to put her mind off the thing she still had to process. She didn't want to deal with it yet and going with Trent to this music club was a nice opportunity to "run away" from it. As she followed the tall and muscular vampire, she noticed that many people eyed her escort in awe but he didn't seem to notice that or care about it. He led her to a separated box and asked her if she wanted to drink something. She asked just for a gin-tonic, but when he got back with it, she just stared at the melting ice cubes in it. Trent didn't say a word just sat there. He wasn't an expert in women's souls and emotions. He didn't know how to deal with the situation. But at least he was familiar with one part of it: the killing part. But he didn't know how to approach the topic, he wasn't sure whether Viola wanted to talk about it this soon at all. So he just sat there and watched the dancing people and glanced at her occasionally.

"Nice music" she said after a while to break the silence.

"Yeah. It's one of my favorite songs from Nine Inch Nails. Its title is 'The perfect drug'..." he nodded "I like their music a lot.”

"I didn't know you listen to music."

"Well, just in when I'm ready with my actual mission and get some free time to hang out a bit."

"I see" she said and for a few minutes there was silence again.

Trent sipped from his whiskey and examined her face. "Maybe you should talk about it..."

"Maybe. I'm sorry, I'm not sure what to do or think or say. I'm confused and terrified" she stirred her drink with her straw then sipped just to do something.

"The first kill is never easy - or so I was told when I was a kid. And of course I've seen it in our lines as a soldier a few times. I don't know how it can affect a woman, but some of my men had cried too. You have to learn to deal with death, if you want to join our world. You'll face it every day. You'll have to kill to stay alive. That's the price we have to pay for our eternal youth and life and strength."

"I know that... It's just... shocking. I'm still a human and I helped to kill another human being even if he was so disgusting!" she lowered her voice. "He was lying there dead and I'd feasted on his warm blood. It was so fuckin' strange..." she said then drank half of her drink.

Trent just watched her and waved for another round and asked a waiter to keep them coming. It'll be a long night and they'll have lots of things to discuss.

After the third drink in row Viola still held her composure together but she was drunk all right. The blood in her stomach seemed to stir with every gulp she made and suddenly she got aware of how would it look like if she would start to puke here and all that the guests around her were see would be dark half digested blood. Funny thought came to her mind: reader's digest and she started to laugh out loud over her nausea. She was a reader and her digest-ion wasn't working.
At this point she got to her feet and whispered into Trent's ears where she is going. He blushed like a kid and nodded. After Viola left he angrily drank what he had in his glass thinking how stupid is for a vampire warrior to blush when hearing the word toilet. He made a complete idiot of himself he thought bitterly. He knew that he always felt so awkward in the company of women, even tough his sexual instincts were all right and as every other man, he had a hard on when he was horny seeing a good ass walking in front of his eyes. Like Viola's now. He blushed even more, his face was somewhat near to his call symbol, the crimson heart.

After all Viola just peed from the drinks and washed her face. She stood there for a few minutes, trying to convince her body not to throw up or else she'll have to go with Trent again to find some more blood. She knew that it was out of question for the vampire to give some of his own blood to her. And she didn't want that either. She had no right to ask this from him and she'd have felt like cheating on Dave anyway. So she'll have to bear it until her love is back. She bent her head to the cold tiles to cool her burning skin. She missed David so much. It's been a week since he'd left. It didn't matter that Trent was here with her - she still felt kinda lost without Dave. But this won't last forever. Or she hoped so. She prayed every day, wishing that nothing'll happen to her love. She was worried and now she had to deal with this killing too. It'd have been easier for her if she had Dave on her side. If she could embrace him and nuzzle to him and talk. But he wasn't here and although she started to like Trent more, he wasn't the same. He was distant and simply different. Although now he seemed more sympathetic with her, trying to help. And she appreciated this. She decided that it was time for her to go back.

By the time she got back to their table, Trent drank two glasses from the finest red wine and was sipping from the third glass. He watched as Viola found her way back through the crowd. Both of them were kinda drunk, dealing with their own problematic thoughts. They were quite a match tonight. And there it came. Closer. Trent just knew. His legs just knew. He had to dance. He pulled Viola with himself holding her by her waist, close to himself. So close that their bodies were glued together. But Trent hadn't done it with romantic purposes. Nothing like this came into his mind. He only felt the ancient rhythm of the universe expanding and breathing, the one he knew since centuries and what he found time after time in certain songs and music. He was one with the universe now, organic part of it and for this short time - while the singer was lulling his senses - was not alone in this world as he so often felt it.

Viola was taken by surprise from this turn of events. She would've never thought that Trent was the dancing type of a guy. But she didn't protest. Her mind was already dizzy from the alcohol and the blood. Now she felt better that she could nuzzle to this big man. Somehow she felt safe again, even if just for this short period of time. She knew that the song wasn't actually a slow one, but they didn't seem to care. They were moving to another rhythm. She wasn't able to name it, she just felt it. She embraced the man in front of her and closed her eyes - the shock came out now. She was crying silently, but she didn't do anything against it, she just buried her face into his chest and let him embrace her.

Trent noticed her tears and with a simple manly move just wiped them off with the back of his hand. Then yes, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to Viola to blow her nose. They pretty much looked like kids in school. Neither of them cared of it. Trent was friend, she felt it, she knew it. What she didn't seem to notice was Trent's disturbing bulge on the front of his jeans. At least it was disturbing to him. His body wanted to have sex with her, oh so badly, but his mind definitely rejected the slightest chance of it. He was Dave's loyal friend and he knew how much his friend loved Viola. He was teasing him a lot with the picture of the amorous vampire overlord. Dave didn’t find it funny at all though, for his love was real and fierce. Besides Trent knew that too, how much Viola loved and admired her prince. So, he felt more than strange. And he knew just one medicine to shake this disease that kept hold of his tongues in situations like this. He drank more.

"Well... dear friend of mine..." Viola started after a few hours when she was already very, very drunk "... I think we should go home now. The place is about to close" she giggled, patting Trent's muscular shoulder.

"That's not a bad idea" he agreed and chuckled to himself. He had no home. He was just a guest by Dave. But somehow he found this funny now. He explained it to the woman on their way out when she asked what he’d found that funny. They laughed and with some difficulty they've got back to the island, but lost track where they were so Trent just opened the closest door to them when they gave up finding the right way. It was dark, but both of them could see quite well there. It was the gym, where they had practiced a lot earlier. They found a thick practice mattress and crashed down on it. Viola giggled as she landed on top of Trent from their élan and kept on laughing as she crawled off of him. Before Trent could react, she curled up next to him and fell asleep. The man's head was spinning as he looked at her and instinctively embraced her to him and he couldn't stop himself: he gave a kiss onto her warm forehead.

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Something wet touched her face and disturbed her dream. She tried to avoid it, but it repeated. She finally pulled herself together and opened her eyes just to face Asher, who was licking her face, trying to wake her up. He was very happy that he'd succeeded. He panted and wagged his non-existent tail like mad. The next thing Viola sensed was her bad headache. And yet the next thing was realizing that she was laying closed into Trent’s arms, and he had no shirt on him. His scarred pectorals and abs were lean and his head was placed onto Viola's shoulders. She almost screamed: "What had we done!" Only she was not sure what they had done. She had most of her clothes on her, but this proves nothing. However hard she was trying to, she couldn't remember how they got here to the gym and what happened or what not happened before in their utter drunken state fell asleep.

Trent awoke too and he looked funny with the total terror in his face founding Viola so close to her. He, who never was afraid in fight with enemies, he was totally shocked and was just blinking wildly in his loss. Next thought of his was who could have seen them and he hoped strongly that none of the servants did, or they are dead. Well, even more dead than he is now, he thought bitterly. Dave would make vamp-meatloaf from both of them. If he was scared of something that was David's anger and nothing else in the world. He saw it a couple of times and he was more terrible than the whole of Hell's crew down there. He was sure he didn’t want to be the aim of his rage.

"Oh my god!" Viola sat up, pulling away from Trent and checking her clothes "What'd happened?"

"What did we do?" Trent asked back.

"I... I... don't think that anything happened" she said after a few moments.

"No?"

"No" she sighed. It was visible that Trent was very relieved. He sighed and rubbed his face.

Viola started to chuckle quietly.

"What?" he looked up.

"You should have seen yourself. You were really scared! Am I this appalling to you?"

"It's not that. I just don't want to see an angry David."

An angry David, yes. Now she felt shame. How could they.... But then, she thought of that nothing happened...But again… anything could have happened. She felt sorry for Trent who was still in a shock, she realized that he could be a great warrior but also he was a small boy when it comes to female-male business. He was as innocent as a vampire could be. She put her finger to his lips and whispered to him: "Shhhhhh" and Trent nodded. She accepted her behind the wheels at this filed of war, she was the general and he was the plain soldier. He was at a loss but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He just followed Viola without any noise as they were sneaking into the main building through the back at the service doors and up into their rooms. Before she entered hers she kissed his cheek and thanked him his help and he kissed her back on her cheek. They two were allies now and no enemies for sure.

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