The Bloodletting {Casper}

[gabe]

Think evil, think evil…what was he supposed to do to show her he hadn’t gotten soft?

As he smacked the neighbors head against the wall a few times, the vampire was distracted by his own thoughts, acting on instinct he was doing what came to his psychotic evil self as if it was the most common thing, which for him, it was.

Why he was having such a hard time thinking of something evil to do? Maybe because he just had mind blowing sex with Becca and his mind was all happy and stuff? Man, that was so wrong? He used to be able to have good sex and jump out of bed to great bolts of genius evilness, what had changed? Couldn’t possibly be him, no he had to be his nasty badass self, so it had to be something else.

Think blood. Think carnage. Think GRRRRR.

But the thumping in his back got his attention and slowly he turned his head to the side to glance at Becca over his shoulder. And what he saw...made him burst into laugh. The neighbor would thank her when the vampire let go of his hold of him, but it was a little hard to do so unconscious – Bob, the friendly neighbor would run out and look for a new place to live first thing when he was conscious again.

“Big bad Casper and the pillows of doom, huh?” he teased amidst laugh, man she still looked sexy as hell with those pillows in her hands, that angry stare in her face and the unclothed curves of her body showing off.

Gabe walked over to her, moving one arm around her neck and pulling her towards him and kissing her hard. “You look so hot right now that I’m torn between hopping back at bed with you and going around draining people on the street,” he said rubbing his stomach, "I feel kind of peckish from the workout.”

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Okay, so maybe she looked a bit silly, standing there in a sheet-toga, threatening the centuries old vampire with two feathery pillows. But seriously now; this was all too confusing! She was supposed to be his guardian, not his lover! Even though he really knew how to do some fantastic things with that tongue of—GAH! See? Mush brains! How could she be anyone’s guardian with mush for brains?!

The Gods that put her in charge of his rehabilitation must be laughing their asses off right now, she thought glumly. God, how she wanted to fling herself back into his arms and demand that he give her Round Two of what she’d been missing all these years. He was so…hopelessly Gabriel, that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hate him, or love him!

But, one thing was for sure; she definitely wanted to beat him. So, when his eyes began to get all smiley and her heart started to melt, she whomped him good upside the head.

Ah, that was so much better. Nothing like a good pillow fight to make a girl less frustrated. Now, what was he saying? She had to hold back a laugh as he started talking all serious-like, in his normal ‘I am evil, fear me, dammit!’ tones while his hair was standing on end from static. If she tossed a sock at his head, would it stick?

Okay, so maybe she couldn’t stop herself from giggling into one of said pillows. Her eyes watered from the effort of keeping in her mirth, but it became a moot point once he pulled her closer. Damn, the vampire was a walking pheromone. Was every vampire like this, or was he just the prize in the cracker-jack box?

The pillows dropped to the floor when he kissed her, and all of that previous confusion proceeded to melt away. Good Lord, but the guy knew how to kiss…probably from the hordes of women that he liked to wine and dine. A sharp current some something hot and unhappy shot through her, and she paused in mid-French. Whooboy, slow down…that was SO not jealousy. Was it? Crap, this wasn’t happening!

Thank God that he went back to his normal self, so she could latch onto irritation again. ”Can’t you go one day without killing some random person?” She asked, once she had enough air in her lungs to speak. ”I mean, can’t you just drink what you need, then let them go? It’d make both of our lives so much…easier…wait. Did you say that I look hot?”

Before she could stop that girly part of herself, Becca pulled him closer with a very satisfied grin, capturing his lips once more.