Over the next few weeks Zeleti engaged in multiple conversations with Rosalyn under the guise of check-ups and personal research. Eventually, their relationship had blossomed to the point where Zeleti no longer masked his intention of wanting to spend time with her. He believed she too enjoyed her time spent with him as their conversation changed, from simple small talk and medical procedures to entertainment and getting better acquainted with each other. Rosalyn seemed to always be somewhat confined to her home, hospital and academy, so when she asked for an interesting story to fill her time during examinations, the only tales that came to Zeleti's mind were those relating to his vampire family and politics.
Rosalyn showed great interest in what she thought were engaging fictional tales, and with Zeleti eager to please her, he found himself thankful for his vampire knowledge. He spoke of Vampires and their rituals, the Three Great Families and their politics, fables of the old vampires of legend, their familiars and much more.
'Good morning, Doctor Crimson.' Rosalyn greeted Zeleti from the reading chair today. The nurse in charge was finishing helping Rosalyn stretch, today was one of those good days that she sometimes had, on these days Rosalyn could leave the bed and wonder around her room. The nurse had raised Rosalyn's dress, revealing her thighs as she stretched them up and down to stimulate blood flow. Zeleti's eyes wondered with a clear intention and Rosalyn took note of that diligently. There seemed to be underlying sexual tension between the two who evaded any direct mention about the matter, although they also did not entirely avoid it either.
The nurse finished her work and left the two alone. As soon as the room doors closed shut, a sly smile invaded Rosalyn's face. 'Come Zeleti, what tale do you have to entertain me with today? I'm in the mood for something not so lady like.' She gestured him to come closer and take a seat next to her quickly.
Zeleti couldn't hide his smirk as he scooted the stool closer to her and sat down. They were now on a first name basis, however, Rosalyn held firm that using Zeleti's first name publicly would not be appropriate of her status. He stroked his clean-shaven chin as he searched his memories for what could satisfy Rosalyn's current curiosity. Zeleti never usually cared for his appearance, although over the few encounters he had with Rosalyn, she continued to suggest improvement to him. She stated that these adjustments were essential to ensure his looks befitted his rank, as Rosalyn seemed convinced his mannerisms were not that of a commoner.
First, she suggested to tie his hair back since he possessed adequate face structure. Second, was to always shave his beard, or grow it entirely as in between stubble showed negligence, Zeleti opted for the former. Slowly he seemed to be morphing into someone he hoped she would desire.
'Hmm I suppose I have such a tale to quench your thirst.' Zeleti began as Rosalyn leaned in with curiosity. 'Have I ever told the details about how a vampire feeds?' He continued as Rosalyn shook her head. 'Well, a vampire does not simply bite and suck. He entrances his victims with eyes that pierce the soul, making every fibre of their being freeze. Not in fear but in anticipation.' He inched closer making sure to lock eyes with Rosalyn for dramatic effect. 'Once you fall for the trap there's no escaping, for as they inch closer you feel each breath tickle your skin, awaking your senses. Every cell inside you alert to every touch, the sight of their fangs no longer seems frightening. Instead, you begin to crave the feel of them against you. A vampire's tongue holds with it the power to release your inhibitions.' His words were sensual and against an innocent Rosalyn, easily made her feel wet beneath her nightgown. Zeleti moved closer, his eyes almost losing control and turning crimson, glimmered against the sun rays. He licked his lips involuntarily and continued. 'As the fangs pierce the flesh and the tongue catches stray blood, a vampire sucks not only his fill, but also the victim's morals, decorum, and any sense of reason. Leaving only pure lust.' Sensing his own lust Zeleti was about to back away, fighting the temptation.
Before he could however, Rosalyn approached him first and placed her lips on his. She had never kissed before, and it was clear in its rushed and hurried manner, but Zeleti taking her action as consent slowed down the pace and made sure to savour the feeling. 'I shouldn't.' His words grazed her lips.
'I want to.' She replied going in for another kiss, she locked lips more passionately allowing his tongue to intertwine with hers.
Zeleti used all his strength to hold back his desire worried that if he transformed, he would harm her. However, there was no need for him to do so. Rosalyn backed away to catch her breath as a fit of coughs attacked her viciously. 'Not... *cough*... now.' The words barely escaped her breath, she was frustrated with herself. Even her good days now didn't hold till the evenings. The coughs persisted and blood followed signalling a sign for worse news.
Zeleti watched calmly, it was the first time he wanted to save someone, the first time he wanted to intervene, the first time he thought about using his pheromones on someone he wasn't to kill afterwards.
Rosalyn clutched her chest as she crouched into a ball hoping the coughs would quieten, and to her surprise they did. Not only did they quieten, but they also stopped all together. There was more, something inside of her felt different, better. It took a moment for her to realise since she had lived all her life with pain that when it was absent, it was a pleasantly awkward feeling. The pain that she grew accustomed to had vanished enough that she stood up without support for the first time in years.
Rosalyn rejoiced! Overcome with joy she turned to celebrate with Zeleti only to be greeted with piercing red eyes that stood out against the pale grey hospice interior. Zeleti was releasing his pheromones to bring out Rosalyn's potential to heal herself, he had never used this on a terminally ill human before, even he wasn't sure of the outcome. However, his smile betrayed him, not only was he pleased that his pheromones were finally put to a good use, but his expression also told Rosalyn that this was his doing.
Rosalyn gasped, covering her open mouth in shock, she was taken back as she pieced together the stories she was told and what she was seeing before her very eyes.
'I'm sorry, I only wished for the pain to stop.' Zeleti explained, afraid that he had scared her with no recovery. To his shock, this was quite the opposite of what occurred.
'May I see your fangs?' Rosalyn's response took Zeleti by surprise, and as he obliged her request, he drew her in closer, between his legs, she stood. Rosalyn's eyes focused on his lips as she watched closely to witness the stories she was fascinated with, come to life. Zeleti sensing her eagerness teased her as he erected his fangs ever so slowly.
Rosalyn's body instinctively leant in for closer inspection. 'Are they up to the standard of your imagination?' Zeleti smirked, his breath brushed against her, making her senses run wild. Rosalyn answered him with fiery kiss that quickly turned to a passionate embrace.
With Zeleti's pheromones filling the room he too released the restraint he held on himself. Rosalyn was undressing him quicker than he expected, revealing a fit physique, the touch of it made her weak in the knees. Whereas his eager hands found their own way under her garments.
He took hold of her thighs and raised her up as he made his way to her bed and placed her delicately down before mounting her. His mouth began tracing her body in various places, not quite sure where to start and where to end. Zeleti was overcome with a different kind of lust, a new emotion. He wanted all of her, quickly, furiously, but he also wanted to savour every second.
'Rosalyn, if I hurt you, you must tell me.' Zeleti paused above her for a reply.
'Right now, I don't believe anything could hurt me.' Rosalyn was drunk on her newfound strength.
'Rosalyn. Please you must listen. Stop me by any means possible if there is pain. Do you understand?' Zeleti's voice was firm.
'Yes.' She answered slightly taken back.
'Push, kick, scream if you must. Because once I start, I don't know if I'll hold on to my reason. Do you understand?' Zeleti wanted assurance.
'Yes, I understand.' She answered this time with a softer expression. 'Now can we continue?'
The question was a rhetorical one as Zeleti saw no need to answer or delay any further. They both let go of their morals and ethics, in this moment they weren't a patient nor doctor, but simply two lovers spending their first time together.
Intimately he held her, giving into his desires, yet still treating her as carefully as he could control. Every time his tongue tasted her skin, Zeleti's eyes would shine brighter as his fangs involuntarily brushed against her too. He could hear Rosalyn's heartbeat grow faster and louder with every thrust inside of her.
'Do as you please, I want to experience all of you.' She spoke as though she could read his mind. Catering to her needs, he made note to watch her reaction carefully as his fangs broke her skin.
A slight twitch, but not discomfort.
Blood was drawn, and Zeleti's tongue danced furiously against her body everywhere it trailed.
Rosalyn moaned in ecstasy as his pheromones entered her directly, drowning in her newer, stronger body.
Although as they enjoyed each other's company none of them realised what was about to unfold due to this simple act of love.