Decisions Ch. 11

"Chris," She whispered into my ear. "I need you. I need my best friend inside me.

Not one to disappoint her, I pushed her gently onto her back as I climbed over her and she gripped me with her legs, wrapping them around me.

"Voz'mi menya." She panted, giving me a dazzling smile.

"Terpeniye, Stasi." I said huskily as I bent over, gently nuzzling her breasts. I suckled and licked, making sure I circled each nipple with my tongue. Stasi whimpered and squirmed, but she loved it regardless. They were the key to her libido.

Unable to take it anymore, seeing as my erection was kind of starting to hurt, I turned her over so she was on her belly. Then, I guided my throbbing cock into her entrance. She lifted her hips to give me better access and with a long drawn out moan from the both of us, I slid completely into her in one, slow stroke. She was so tight and warm and it felt amazing. Stasi's body quivered as she looked around and up at me with those big blue eyes of hers.

We were together again. A respite away from the horrors of the DTOSA. We weren't a human and a nonhuman, or a human and a vampire. Just two normal teenagers celebrating a momentous occasion.

Slowly but surely as to not accidentally prematurely go off, I began to pump into her. Stasi's eyes closed and then squeezed tight as she groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. I was maintaining a rhythm and tempo that I knew I could maintain for a while. Stasi was going absolutely insane, throwing everything into it and I was totally lost in des-...

"Ow!" Stasi yelped into the pillow. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!"

Wait... ow?!

"Stasi?" I asked, immediately stopped and pulling out of her. I reached for her shoulder, pulling her onto her back. I propped myself up over her, examining her with panic and worry etched on my face. She had her eyes screwed shut and a hand clamped over her mouth, shaking uncontrollably. In a whirlpool of emotion, I brought my hand to her cheek, cupping it softly. "Stasi! Stasi, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

It took me a second to realize she wasn't shaking because something was wrong. She was shaking because she was laughing.

"...Stasi?" I asked, confused beyond measure.

She removed her hand away from her mouth and opened her eyes. The pair of deep crystal blue were watery with tears of pain. Clear tears, not blood.

"I bith my tonguth." She moaned out adorably.

"Your tongue?" I raised my eyebrows. "You bit your tongue?"

She nodded her head before sticking out her dainty tongue. Sure enough, the slippery muscle that I loved so much and knew intimately had an angry red tooth mark on the end. It must've been from her front teeth. I wasn't sure what the outcome would've been if she had accidentally bit her tongue with her razor sharp fangs, but the outcome would probably be dire.

I gave her a sympathetic sigh before I leaned my head down, giving her a kiss on the nose before continuing on towards her soft, cold, and full lips and taking them. Her lips tasted sweet, like strawberries, and I was absolutely addicted. What was sensual quickly became passionate, our tongues fighting for dominance. It was almost as if her pain went away. When we finally broke it because of lack of air, Stasi's face was pink.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her and burying her face in my neck.

"Prosti," She said sheepishly.

"Oh, what could you possibly be sorry for? Biting your own tongue?"

"For killing the mood," She cracked a soft smile.

"Oh dear," I replied, turning my head slightly to kiss her on the temple. "Nyet. Nyet, nyet, nyet, nyet. If I had hurt you, that'd kill the mood."

"You'd never hurt me," She whispered. "Not like how I hurt you."

"You never hurt me either," I corrected her, tapping her on the nose. "You never do, so stop assuming you actually do hurt me. I told you, it feels amazing, knowing that i'm giving you what you need to live. It's almost like i'm a supervillain and have you totally under my control."

"A superzlodey, huh?" She giggled.

"Yep," I kissed her on her cold lips. "A supervillain."

"Well, you may be a supervillain in your own eyes but you're my superhero." She said.

My.

Heart.

Melted.

"You can be my sidekick, then." I laughed once again, kissing her on the forehead before I guided my member back into her. Stasi gasped and then threw her head back, baring her throat to me. I quickly pounced, bringing my mouth down and sucking on the hollow of her throat as I began to quick the pace, causing my thrusts to become more and more violent. I loved the way her cold body felt away, the way her breasts felt against my chest and the way her soft belly felt pressing against me. Stasi's gasps quickly turned into grunts and she threw her arms around me, holding onto me like an octopus.

"Chris," She whimpered. "I'm... need... feed?"

"You don't need to ask," I grunted, laughing at her adorable awkwardness and feeling myself racing towards the brink. I didn't know why she needed to ask. I loved it when she fed. It made her feel good and it kind of made me feel good as well. Simply giving Stasi what she needed to survive... that was what made me feel good.

I found myself gasping and grunting as I pounded into her, unable to hold myself back anymore.

"Stasi I... I love you. I love you!" I cried, as I exploded into her. Stasi screamed unintelligibly, sounding as if she loved me back, as she reached her own orgasm and continued to grind into me before she looked up at me, her eyes completely and utterly black. Like cesspools of ink. Then, I saw a flash of her fangs and her mouth moved, aimed at my neck.

"Oh!" I gasped as her fangs punctured my skin. My brain was ripped straight out of my head in a whirlpool of feeling, orgasm, pain, love. I didn't know which one to pick. The initial pain, like a needle, didn't last long, being replaced by the indescribable feeling of her feeding off of me. She wrapped her body around me and clung so tightly, I thought I was in bed with a lamia. Stasi moaned with every mouthful of blood, swallowing as much as she could. Even if she had no real control over her instincts, I knew she was in control now. She was always in control.

She'd never hurt me.

She loved me too much to do that.

Yet, she always managed to somehow toe the borderline on too much when it came to my blood. She always said it was because it was potent, delicious, and she couldn't get enough.

"A little too much there," I slurred when I began to feel lightheaded. I wanted to go for another round after all, but I didn't think I'd be able to now without a break or a quick nap. Stasi flinched. Then, she let go, her fangs not as pronounced as before. She gave a sigh of contentment before moving her mouth to mine, kissing me long and hard.

She pulled away.

We stared into each other's eyes, taking in the features of the other. Her irises were like the clearest blue ocean I ever saw, eyes that I just wanted to dive into and explore. I brought my hand up to her cold forehead, wiping away droplets of sweat and matted raven hair that framed her face. Her skin was flushed and she had more color, taking on that post-feeding glow that I knew would last weeks.

"Beautiful," I whispered.

"Spasibo, lyubov." She murmured back, equally as quiet as she wrapped her arms around me in a hug. "Oh, I love you."

We wrapped the blankets around us in a cocoon of warmth. Without another word, she tilted her head forward, taking my lips in a soft kiss. I don't know why, but everytime she kissed me, my brain just melted. It stopped functioning. It was when her lips were on mine that I tended to say stupid stuff.

Like now.

"Stasi?" I asked.

"Yes, my love?" She tilted her head.

"Will you got to prom with me?"

She was silent for a moment, her eyes widening and glistening. The corners of her mouth began to upturn in a smile before it faded. Her eyes hardened, turning terribly beautiful and she bared her fangs, her long, razor sharp fangs.

"This is how you ask me?" She spat. "A lazy half-arsed request to go to prom with you? I can't believe you!"

"Stasi..?" I asked, reaching for her.

"Don't even try to take it back." She snarled, rolling over so I was facing the pale, sweaty skin of her back. I reached for her shoulder, but right before contact was made, almost as if she knew I was going to touch her, she scooted farther away from me. "Don't touch me!"

A smile broke out on my face.

So, the thing is, I've known Stasi ever since I was five. That meant I knew everything about her, from her bad (and adorable) habits, her (lovable) tells, just everything about her. I was still discovering things about the woman I loved to this day, but for the most part, I think I knew everything about my best friend and right now, I knew she was joking. She always wanted me to touch her. Physical contact was our forte.

Without taking her words to heart, I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face me. I was met with the most gorgeous and goofy fangy smile I ever saw. Her shoulders were shaking from the spatters of giggles that were escaping her mouth.

"Knew it," I chuckled.

"Took you long enough to figure out I was shuchu." She replied.

"Yes, it only took me a matter of seconds," I gave her a kiss on the nose. "I know all your tricks, woman."

"I know you do, but that's just one thing I love about you." She giggled.

"So, are we-..?" My voice trailed off.

"Prom?" She asked. "Together?"

I nodded my head.

"Lyubov," She cried with delight, placing her hands on my face and cupping my cheeks. "Of course, of course we're going together! Why would I ever say no? First the piano and now this? This is the best birthday ever! But, Chris, please do me one thing."

"What's that?" I asked, relieved.

"When you ask me to marry you, can you put a tweensy bit more effort into that?" She giggled.

I promised to do just that. My vampire best friend/girlfriend was going to get the works.

Chapter 7:

That time, however, wouldn't last. We were so busy celebrating her birthday, commiting to school, preparing for graduation, prom, and the Governor's and School Board Meeting that we forgot one crucial event. The decision date for UCLA was coming and it was going to come soon. More specifically, it came on the next day.

Once I discovered the letter checking my mailbox, I immediately called Stasi, ordering her to check her mailbox. When she confirmed that she had a letter through a tearful and hyperventilating voice, I immediately drove over to her house with the intent of opening the letters together. We owed it to each other.

So there we were. We sat, back to back. We were sitting so close that I could feel every contour of her muscled back, the strap of her bra, every time she breathed, I felt it. I leaned my head back, resting it against hers.

"I don't want to open it," I admitted.

"Neither do I." She said, close to crying. "Mine's kind of thin. Chris, do you think it's thin?"

We spun around and compared the thickness of our envelopes. University of California, Office of Admissions stared back at us. Crisp, black business letters. This couldn't be good. Wouldn't an acceptance letter be bright and happy?

"They're about the same," I determined. "Aren't they? What do you think?"

"I... I agree with that," She whispered hoarsely.

We held the letters in our trembling hands. "I don't think I can wait anymore. The anticipation is eating me from the inside."

"Agreed. Let's do open them," Stasi murmured, glad that I made the decision for her. "On three..."

"Ok... one," I began.

"Two..." She continued.

"Thr-.."

"Lyubov, wait!" Stasi whimpered, making me stop in an instant. "Please, please don't make fun of me if I don't get in. Please promise me that you won't."

"Stasi," I cried. "Are you dumb? I won't ever make fun of you for something like this. Of course, I won't! I promise!"

"Okay," She whispered, looking back down at the envelope. "On three... ready?"

"Okay," I repeated. "One-..."

"Two..."

"Thr-..." I began.

"Wai-.." Stasi began, but I was already tearing open the envelope in a decisive jerk. All thoughts of indecisiveness now gone, Stasi immediately followed me, the sound of ripping paper echoing around the room. With trembling hands, we picked up the letters inside, unfolding them. The bright blue UCLA logo stared back at me and my eyes roved down to the first few words:

"Dear Mr. Christopher Williams

Congratulations-..."

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

CONGRATULATIONS!

A smile of delight spread across my face as I realized that I got in. I dropped the letter and thrust my arms into the air, but my smile disappeared immediately upon seeing Stasi's heartbroken face.

Oh no.

No, no, no. God, please no!

"Chris?" She whispered.

"Yeah?" I choked out.

She flipped her letter over so I could read it. The bright blue UCLA logo stared back at me and my eyes roved down to the first few words.

"Dear Ms. Anastasia Sokolov,

Congratulations-..."

She dropped the letter, giving me the biggest and most brightest smile I ever saw. It was enough to split her face in two, a smile of delight that was so beautiful that it nearly made my heart melt. Her delicate face was bright and joyful tears of blood were threatening to escape. "We're going to UCLA!" She bawled, crushing me in a hug.

Footsteps sounded up the stairs, loud stomping noises. Elena. My door immediately opened and Elena popped her head into the room. When she saw Stasi crying, she gasped and her hands flew to her mouth.

"I'm so sorry," She whispered. "Is everything ok?"

Stasi revealed her face that was buried in my chest. "We got in," She cried back. "We're going to UCLA together."

Elena screamed in joy, loud enough to nearly make my ear drums rupture, and sprinted to the bed, diving onto us. All three of us tumbled onto our sides, lying in each other's arms in a massive group hug. I realized that all those workout sessions, community service hours, all nighters, studying and cram sessions, mountains of homework, shitty teachers, amazing teachers, they all culminated into this.

This was going to be something that I was never going to forget for a long time.

To be continued.

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