/ / ~ S i e r r a . . .
( this is how you remind me. )

Sierra could see gentle tremors enveloping him, and this confused her. What was going on? By the look in his eyes, he seemed a thousand miles away, lost in his own trail of memories. And in an instant, whatever she had seen, vanished. Blinking quickly to rid herself of confusion, her eyes followed his every movement as he lowered himself onto the floor, neatly crossing his legs. His eyes stared up at her, but this time, there were no traces of malevolence. Words gurgled from his mouth, explaining what he had meant by 'cursed one', making her aware of his role in this and informing her the shirt was going to stay on. So, she was both light and dark – cursed. Weren't there others like her? There had to be. She couldn't have been the only one... could she?
 If her kind were scarce, why was this the only time she'd ever been bothered by another being? Surely, he had to know what was going on. This guy appeared to be in some group, and it sounded as if he weren't the leader. His voice tumbled through her mind, her eyes snapping shut as she processed them. Cold flushes splashed against the walls of her stomach, causing her to feel a little drowsy. The thought of blood tickled at her thoughts, teasing her. Clenching her jaw, the girl fought back the fangs that were aching to expand from her sore gums. The chains that were connected to the handcuffs that restricted her, rattled as she slid down the support column, trying to hide from the light. The homeless man she had fed off not long ago, hadn't provided her with much, and the after taste was bitter, as if he had been taking medication or drugs. Frowning deeply, her eyes reopened, only to be confronted by the harsh light. Feeding on his blood had not been the best idea. Only God knows what he'd been consuming. She should've found someone who took care of themselves a lot better. Now she was suffering the consequences from being lazy.
His offer made her freeze. Why would this guy offer such a thing? Even if he was immortal, the loss of great amounts of blood would effect him a lot more than he thought it would. His heart was still beating, therefore, he needed blood. And now he was acting like it wasn't a big deal at all. The sensible thing to do would be hunting down a human, and offering them to her. But, blood was blood. It didn't bother her whether she fed from him or not. It would only make her stronger, and him weaker. “First, I'd like you to release me. If you have runes protecting the doors, then it shouldn't be a big deal whether I'm chained up or not. I can't go anywhere, anyway.” Sierra told him, surveying his expression carefully. She could tell he was contemplating whether it was a good idea or not, and surprisingly, he pushed himself to his feet and ambled around to the lock. The jingling of keys sang, and within a couple of seconds, she was free. Grinning gratefully, Sierra rubbed at her sore, pink-tinted wrists. The shoulder blade she had previously crushed in attempts to discharge herself, had fully healed. “Thank you,” the girl murmured, continuing to rub at her numb, irritated wrists. Bringing herself to her feet, Sierra looked at the boy squarely, taking in his height once again. He loomed over her, making her feel smaller than she really was. 
Now for the feeding. Smiling brightly, she took his hand as she listened to him compliment her name and lead him over to a soft mat that could've been used to practice yoga on. “Lie down, I don't need you passing out on me,” she said, observing his movements as he lowered himself to lay flat on his back. “Good.” 
Sierra dropped herself onto all fours, hovering over him. Standing up and feeding wasn't an option. For one, she probably wouldn't be able to reach his neck because of their severe height differences. And two, she wasn't keen on having him pass out after having his blood withdrawn.
The space between them was limited, they were so close they were almost touching. The girl could feel the heat radiating from him, and with the cool chill outside, she welcomed it. Allowing her teeth to stretch to their full length, a sigh emitted from her mouth. It always felt amazing to withdraw her fangs after keeping them in hiding for a while. “This will only hurt a tiny bit,” Sierra promised, her lips brushing against the warm skin on his neck as she spoke. Lips caressing Reisan's neck where her future bite would be, the girl moaned as the feeling of his pulse hit her. And in one swift movement, her fangs were buried deep in his neck.
Rich, thick blood whisked into her mouth, and immediately, Sierra knew the pleasure he'd be drowning in. She could taste the power he obtained, blended in with his own fiery element, that warmed his blood to a degree she'd never tasted. It was like warm honey pooling into her mouth, rolling down her throat with a delicious burning sensation. Was this what it was like drinking from another immortal? Usually, she only drank from humans and occasionally, animals. But this experience, drinking from a supernatural being, was a first. Sierra could hear him groaning underneath her, overpowered by the pleasure coursing through him, followed by a series of shudders. She'd heard from other vampires, that a bite was even better than sex. The time to stop drinking from him was nearing, but the girl wasn't sure if she had enough self control to stop. The thought of draining him sent ribbons of horror cycling through her at a distracting speed. Withdrawing her alarmingly long teeth from his neck, she wiped the blood from her mouth using the back of her hand. Sitting herself upon his hips, her piercing eyes focussed onto him. 
Peeling off his shirt that he'd given to her, Sierra wrapped his fingers around it and pressed it firmly against the twin holes, fresh blood still oozing out. “I think you're going to need that shirt a lot more than I am,” she informed, squeezing his arm gently, “Thank you.”Rising into her feet, the vampire couldn't help but feel warm and secure. His blood had tasted brilliant, so much better than any human she'd bitten. Sauntering over to the small bar fridge that stood in the corner of the room, her eyes monitored the interior, and she finally decided on a cordial. Hastily snatching it up, Sierra swung around and faced the entrance, smothered with runes – apparently. There was a boy standing there with a bottle in his hand, murky liquid inside, looking agape. His jaw dropped at the sight of her, and the girl wasn't sure what he was looking at – at first. “Reisan...” the boy's voice growled, “what the fuck is she doing out of the handcuffs?!”The fact that he was pissed off amused her to some extent, and a girlish smirk plastered across her lips. The boy sprung forwards, and as if someone were standing in the doorway, he was repelled. He gawked at her, as the contents of the bottle pooled around him. The runes, Sierra thought immediately. So they were real...Continuing her journey towards Reisan, who lay sprawled across the mat, Sierra crouched low and unscrewed the lid, blocking out the other guy's voice. “Drink up,” she ordered, pressing the bottle to his lips and hoping he'd swallow. After the quantity of blood taken, the girl thought a bit of sugar wouldn't hurt. Questions of why she was taking care of the guy who held her captive were thrown at her in all directions. The answer – she didn't know. But, she did know she owed him something after being brave and offering to feed her – which she had accepted, more than willingly. Suddenly notified she was only wearing her bikini, and not his shirt anymore, a pale blush crept up to her cheeks. Sierra pulled the material away from the wound and inspected it. The bleeding had come to a lethargic trickle. Leaning over him, she bent down again, her mouth at his neck – but this time she wasn't taking a bite. Her tongue touched the identical holes, and it took all of her will-power not to bite him again. The saliva from her tongue danced over the wound, and miraculously began to close up after a short portion of time. Retreating, the girl looked over at his neck, genuinely pleased with her work. “There we go,” she whispered, delivering him a heart winning smile. “Now, there's a guy at the door. He can't get in, but he was holding a glass of something that didn't look too inviting. I want the truth. What are you planning on doing to me?”