Interruption

Elliot pulled away from me, seeing I was out of breath. "Sorry." Was all he said, though the grin plastered on his face said otherwise. "It's okay... I liked it." I whispered the last part. His grin grew bigger, though I didn't know it could.

"Can I do something else then?" He asked, with his ear to ear grin on his face. I was hesitant before I nodded again to give him my consent. His warm hands slid under my shirt, seizing my flat n*pple in between his thumb and pointer, while his lips made their way to my neck. Leaving my skin burning with every kiss or nip he left in his trail, lead downward.

My reasoning went out the window. I grabbed his hair, switching our positions, so I was sitting on his stomach. My eyes turned from blue to black, while Elliot already changed to red. Both of my hands were tracing the skin under Elliot's shirt, while my tongue traced his draw line.

"I didn't expect you to take the initiative." Elliot managed to say as he bit down on his lips to suppress a moan. "It's in our nature to fight to be on top, of course being on top is a different case for us." Elliot chuckled at hearing this. Before I knew it, Elliot had me pinned on my back again, smiling down at me. "Your right, it's in our nature" I couldn't help the smile that spread on my face.

As Elliot reached down for my pants zipper, a knock on the door grabbed our attention.

Without moving or getting up, Elliot called out, obviously pissed. "What!" His voice sent shivers down my back.

"Young master, Master asked me to bring you to his study. Alone." Elliot looked back down at me, pouting. "It's okay, I'll be here for you when you come back." I smiled reassuringly. He slowly got off of on top of me, and fixed his wrinkled clothes.

"I'll be back after I deal with the old man," He said with annoyance laced in his voice. He kissed my forehead and left with the servant.

I was left alone in Elliot's bedroom, thoughts just danced across my mind, I didn't notice the figure on the balcony.

Sccccrraattcchh

I immediately got up off the bed and started to transform. My bones cracking filled the room. My white fur sprouted from my skin. I growled lowly, dangerously, at whatever made the scratching sound outside. "Who is it?!" I snapped at them. I long, skinny hand opened the balcony door. An old man came in sight. His eyes watching every move I make. I growled louder as he came closer. Vampire. His scent wasn't sweet like Elliot, it was disgusting and smelled of rotten flesh. "I'll pay better than the demon child if you give me a few drops of your blood." His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Disgusting." Was all I replied with.