Page 3 of Necking with a Vampire
Draven offered his hand and Peter automatically responded in kind. But instead of a handshake it was more of a hand-capture, with Draven rubbing slow circles on the back of Peter’s hand with his thumb.
Wow that hand was cold. How long had Draven been sitting outside?
The man had no smile lines, or no frown lines. His skin was smooth. Luminescent. He’d look beautiful under the moonlight, not the faded orange glow of the old campus streetlights.
Was Peter staring? He was staring.
“Well? Go on,” Alex said, nudging Peter from behind.
“What, now?” Peter said.
Fuck, his heart was beating a mile a minute. Good thing Draven wasn’t a real vampire who could hear that kind of thing. Peter’s soul would leave his body.
“Your poor heart needs to calm down first, please, come in and let me get started on you.”
“Are you a real vampire?” Peter blurted.
Draven paused, holding himself unnaturally still. Except for his fingers, which he pressed against Peter’s wrist.
“Oh, sorry, that was stupid of me. You know because of-” Peter squeezed Draven’s hand.
“You sound disappointed,” Draven said, an odd note to his voice.
“Peter has a thing for vampires,” Alex butted in.
“I do not!”
“Bro. I brought you here for a reason.”
Peter sputtered.
Draven’s lips quirked again. Was that a smile?
“In that case, you’ll feel right at home with me. Come inside, I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it.”
He doubted it. The sterile, bright, medical space always sent him into panic mode.
Draven opened the door at the back of the large van - was it right to call it a van or was it a repurposed old-school ambulance?
He helped Peter into the van like some old-timey gentleman helping a lady into a carriage. The gesture shouldn’t have made Peter’s heart skip a beat but… he wasn’t made of stone.
The inside of the van was nothing like Peter expected. There was a reclining chair dead center, yes. And a mini-fridge. A sink. Drawers for supplies.
But that’s where the similarities ended. The chair looked incredibly comfortable and plush. The cupboards looked like proper old hardwood, not the usual cheap stuff.
Most importantly - were those fake bats hanging from the roof?
“What the- vampire bats?” Peter laughed. “Don’t you think that’s a little on the nose?”
Draven guided Peter into the chair. Fuck, it was even more comfortable than it looked.
“They’re not all vampires,” Draven said. “Can you identify the others?”
Peter knew what Draven was doing, and yet he couldn’t stop himself. Bats were a special interest of his. They were really cool, okay? The way they hunted with sonar was amazing. He’d grown up building homes for them to encourage their population growth.
Draven closed the door, leaving Alex outside, and sat on a stool between Peter’s chair and the countertop.
“That one is obviously a fruit bat.” Peter pointed to the cute one right above him.
