Am I a witch?

Arina burst into loud, unsettling laughter. I couldn't fathom what was so amusing, so I asked, "Arina, don't laugh. I know it's crazy, but I want to see."

"Crazy!" she exclaimed between fits of laughter. "Oh, so you don't believe in this, right?"

I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her. "Actually, no. I don't believe in those things."

Arina stroked my back soothingly, her voice shifting to a softer tone. "Babe, you should believe in this. I know they exist. Maybe right now, she's hearing us."

Her smirk sent a chill down my spine. I tightened my embrace and said firmly, "And that's why I'm here. Now, happy? Let's go inside."

Without another word, I lifted Arina onto my shoulder. Her laughter filled the room, a haunting echo that mingled with the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. I gently laid her down on the bed, determined not to let this night slip away.

As I moved to the drawer to fetch a packet, Arina playfully pushed me onto the bed and straddled me.

Arina leaned in, her face inches from mine. 

"Why are you so impatient when it comes to romance?" Arina winked at me as she rose from the bed, her movements graceful and teasing. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched her with a mix of curiosity and desire.

"Let's drink first," she said, a playful tone in her voice. She left the room, and I tapped my forehead, amused by her unpredictability.

Moments later, Arina returned, carrying a bottle of wine, her favorite chalice, and a knife. She had changed into a striking red lingerie that clung to her curves. My grin widened as I saw her approach. I reached out and pulled her towards me, my touch rough but affectionate.

"So, you want to try something new?" I asked, my voice filled with intrigue.

Arina bit my ear lightly and whispered, "Yes, why not today? You drink my blood."

"What?" I laughed, thinking it was part of her playful mood.

Arina's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Why not, babe? Or don't you want to taste me?"

I was taken aback but intrigued by the provocative suggestion. Arina pressed herself closer to me, her body warm and inviting. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of her closeness. The room seemed to grow warmer, and the air between us felt charged with a new kind of electricity.

I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. I smooched her cheek, my lips brushing against her skin. "Then let's try it."

The impression of victory gleamed on Arina's face as she gave me a seductive smile, her eyes filled with a blend of mischief and anticipation. She brought the knife to her neck, its cold edge gleaming in the dim light.

"Babe, are you sure?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

Before I could finish, Arina made a swift cut across her neck. Blood began to flow from the wound, trickling down her chest in crimson streaks. The sight was both shocking and mesmerizing.

An unknown force seemed to pull me toward her. My senses were overwhelmed by the sight and scent of her blood. Without thinking, I leaned in and began to lick the warm, metallic fluid from her chest, moving slowly from her collarbone up to her neck. Each taste sent a jolt of sensation through me, stirring a primal, intoxicating hunger.

 It felt strikingly similar to the intensity of our first encounter, but now charged with an otherworldly edge.