Victoria felt his hand put pressure onto her wound signalling that he was done. She still couldn’t see his face, but she was sure he probably had a mouth full of blood and possibly trickling down his jaw right now so she best not view that. She lay there calmly to rest and try to keep from opening the wound again. As he explained he was going to enjoy this secret, her heart skipped. It felt like he almost liked the idea of having her all to himself, and that premise sent a tingle up her spine. Spencer also wanted her exclusively like this but why didn’t she feel like that toward him the same way she did Vail? Perhaps Vail was just more charming, the better dancer, more handsome to look at and didn’t want her entire estate?

He mused to himself about the pleasure of her blood. “I have a rare condition...” She explained softly. “My father also had it. I think it’s called… Hemochromatosis. It’s where there is a build-up of iron over time. Normally there are no symptoms until one reaches the age of thirty, but my father knew I had it when I was twelve…I fell off my horse and my blood drew out a vampire immediately. So frenzied. So ready to drain me. Father killed him. Then on he never let me out the house for protection. Thus, I spent a lot of my time reading, studying as much as I could to be like him so I could protect myself. There is no cure for it. Except that when a vampire drains the blood, it takes time to rebuild so if anything, it slows the process and I wont show symptoms as much. Father used to suffer joint pain and fatigue with it. I sleep quite a lot because of it…” She revealed with a small sigh. “It’s so rich smelling to vampires, it has more nutrients in the blood than the average humans, you don’t even need to drink as much before feeling rejuvenated. It’s so rare that only four people in one thousand have it. It’s inherited from mainly Celtic bloodlines, which my family are descendant.” She gave him a brief history lesson.

“Have you really never come across anyone with this condition before in your years of long life?” She asked him curiously. He would probably miss her when she died, and he would live on without her succulent nectar. She then gently moved her hand to his to move it from her wound and she tested the area. It didn’t feel wet, it had closed on its own finally. She then pushed herself up very slowly and gently so as not to disturb the wound and reopen it. She swung her leg back down to the floor and covered her midriff. She could feel blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed from him seeing her flesh under the Lady’s clothing. This was most inappropriate for a couple who were not betrothed. Social convention was heavily strict on any level of intimacy or viewing of the flesh. Victoria wouldn’t want to be mistaken for a woman of the night. She then waited for Vail’s instruction on how he would call her out each time he wanted her blood. She just hoped it wouldn’t be every single day and become a nuisance where she’d just be spending all her time indoors recovering. She had things to do during the day.

"Well...enjoy it while you still can." She hinted at the fact she wouldn't be around forever.