Chapter Twenty-One #3
“Do you want me to eat you instead?” he asks as he keeps trying to back away from me while keeping his hand over his nose.
I know I’m being unreasonable. After he lost so much blood, it’s not surprising that he can’t seem to gain control. It’s ridiculous for me to be chasing after him when he’s clear that he can’t control himself, but I’d rather be with a bloodthirsty Casimir than in that car alone.
“S-Sure!” I say.
His eyes snap up to mine. “Sure? You’re terrified of someone biting you. I wasn’t being serious. I was just… wanting you to get back into the car because right now you smell really fucking good.”
“Y-Yeah, but if it’s you, I’m fine with it.” I give him a determined look, prepared for anything just to not have to leave him.
Casimir appears before me, and I can feel his mouth brush against my neck. Panic rushes through me as I quickly back away from him. “See?” he says. “I’m not biting you. You’re afraid.”
“B-Bite my arm instead,” I suggest as I hold it out to him.
He pushes back from me. “I’ll feed off a deer.”
“No! What if it gives that vampire time to get here? I don’t want you to leave. Just bite me.”
Casimir steps away from me and I grab his wrist before jerking him back to me. “Go on. Bite me. Even if it’s just a little bit… even if it’s just enough to get home.”
He wraps his fingers around my wrist and watches me for a moment before lowering his mouth. His eyes are transfixed on mine, like he’s trying to make sure I’m not lying before he lifts my arm up to meet his lips and sinks his fangs into it.
I nearly jerk back. It takes all I can do not to pull away. But instead of pain, I find it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s nothing like the vampires who’d torn into me; no, his hold is gentle and the moment his fangs sink in, there’s no pain. Hell, the pain in my back is gone, all of my pain is gone.
Instead of pain or fear, I feel a weird sense of euphoria, like I want to grab on to him, pull him into me…
And then it’s gone… as quick as that.
Casimir licks the spot clean before catching my eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah… fine. It was fine.” It was more than fine but I’m weirdly embarrassed to mention that. “You barely drank.”
“It was enough. Sorry, I didn’t mean to lose control or grab you roughly in the car.”
“You didn’t.”
“Okay… good. It’s just when we get into that state of feeling like we’re starving, all sensibility disappears.”
“Trust me… I get it from… gnawing on you a few times. But maybe we could go home? And not stand out in the middle of a field where someone’s going to come eat us?”
“They won’t eat us. They might chop our heads off, but we will probably remain undevoured. Especially you. Wolves taste like wet dogs.”
I give him a look. “Oh my god, I taste like a wet dog? I gave you my precious blood and got compared to a wet dog?”
“No… you weirdly taste… good. Not sure why. A little silvery but overall pretty delicious.”
“That’s… is that a compliment?” I’m quite skeptical that it is.
“It is in my book,” he says as he gives me a push toward the car. “Let’s go. Sorry I lost my head there for a moment.”
“No, no, it’s fine. I just… am terrified of the big bad vampire coming back to murder us, you know? Nothing too out there.”
“If he hadn’t used his stupid… ability, I would have won.”
“I know you would have.” I get back into the car where I look around for some clothes, really wishing I kept a spare pair in his car.
“You don’t… you know… have some cool clothes stuffed somewhere, eh?”
Casimir pulls back out onto the road and starts driving toward home. “No. You want my shirt?”
I look over at the hole-filled and bloody thing. It looks like he rolled around in a pool of blood before shredding it and his pants don’t look much better. “Uh… no, no, that’s okay.”
“They’re not that bad,” he says before looking down at them. “They’re only a little bad.”
“Oh, I don’t know… you’re rocking those clothes pretty well, so I would hate to take that from you,” I say as I open the glove box and take out a pile of napkins I’d stuffed in there the last time I’d gotten food in his car. I use four to cover my lap like a wee little blanket.
“What is happening?” Casimir asks as he looks over at me.
“Nothing much. You?”
“Uh, you know, just wondering what you’re making over there.”
“Lap blanket.” I start to unfold another.
“Ah, I see,” he says a moment before going, “and I see someone following us.”
I jump and snap my attention to him. “Like a vampire?”
“No, like a cop. I could outrun him.”
“What? Oh my god.”
The look on his face tells me he came up with a better idea. “Or I could eat him.”
“How about not?”
“Seems justifiable,” he says as the police car charges after us, siren blaring.
“Should I shift?”
Casimir gives me an odd look. “You think me having a wolf in my car will get me in less trouble than a naked man?”
“I don’t know! You can tell them I’m a dog. I’ll woof and everything!”
“And in what lifetime do you think they’ll believe that?” he asks as he pulls over. “Don’t worry. I know how to deal with this.”
“Oh… kay,” I say, assuming he’ll convince the officer that we were doing normal deeds. He’ll probably just allure the man and send him on his way.
The officer gets out of his vehicle and comes around to the window which Casimir rolls down.
“License and registration, please,” he says.
“Ah. Of course. Here you go, sir,” Casimir responds as he holds out a wad of cash.
“Are you trying to bribe me?”
Casimir nods without hesitation. “Yes.”
What the hell? In what world does he think this will work?
The police officer flickers his flashlight over to me… just sitting here with multiple napkins covering my dick. I just… need to play it cool. Hell, maybe he’ll think I have underwear on under the napkin blanket.
“’Sup.” I even give him a nod, which is not playing it cool at all . His face scrunches up as his flashlight flickers over to Casimir before it points down at his clothes… coated in blood, shredded by blades and claws.
“It’s for Halloween!” I announce.
The officer looks even more skeptical. “In May?”
“We’re in a cult,” Casimir adds.
What the fuck does that solve?
“What kind of cult?” the officer asks. Of course he believes that one.
“It’s not a cult. He was joking. He literally just spilled a drink on himself. A lot of… it. Like dumped the whole thing.”
Fuck, this is going downhill fast…
Casimir lifts his shirt and licks it. “Yum.”
I swear, vampires are just freaking strange.
“Sir, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle,” he says.
“Allure him,” I hiss.
“I can’t! I’m too weak! I lost too much blood!” he mutters back.
The officer notices us whispering. “You too,” he orders as he points his flashlight at me.
“Umm… sir… I’m just… you know…” Don’t have any clothes on.
“Out of the vehicle.”
Casimir reaches for something and the cop tenses.
“I said get out of the vehicle.”
“Yes, but what you really meant was ‘I want more money,’” he says as he flashes him a couple more hundreds.
If the man wasn’t offended before, he’s very offended now. “Do you understand how illegal it is to bribe an officer?”
“I don’t have any more money on me, but I do have a phenomenal painting of Gustov in the back. Would you like to see it? You can’t have it, but looking at it should be enough,” Casimir offers, as though that could solve anything .
What it does solve is the officer flicking the flashlight to the back seat for a better look where he sees the two weapons coated in blood.
“OUT OF THE VEHICLE, NOW,” he orders before calling for backup. I really don’t need more people to see my naked ass, so I would love for backup to not come.
Casimir turns to look at me. “I’m going to eat him.”
“Oh my god, don’t eat him!” I hiss.
“Just enough for him to pass out. Not kill him.”
I shake my head at this horrible idea. “Police cars have cameras on all the time.”
“Oh. Huh.”
The officer is irritated now. “Both of you, out with your hands up.”
I curse and get out of the car while trying to keep my napkin loincloth in place.
It’s not going well.
Casimir also gets out where the police officer can get a much better look at his bloody and torn clothing.
“Hands up!” he shouts, but how the fuck can I get the napkin to stay? So there I am, trying to discreetly tuck it around my dick before shuffling over to the back of the car like he demands.
“You drive a hard bargain, but I have more money in my trunk if you want it,” Casimir says, and I can’t tell if he does or he’s just planning on attacking him.
“He doesn’t want the bribe!”
“Everyone can be bribed,” he says. “Humans love money.”
“Well… some don’t!” I retort.
“Why are you naked?” the officer asks.
This can’t get worse, can it? “I… spilled… something… on my clothes.”
“It wasn’t blood,” Casimir inputs.
It can. It can get much worse.
“Hands behind your back,” he orders. He goes for Casimir first, handcuffing him before turning to me.
“I got it,” Casimir says.
“I have a weird feeling you don’t.”
Casimir glances at the man. “Do you know who I am?”
“Of course I do. Doesn’t mean you can get away with this.”
“I own half this city, and I am the reason you can go home at night.”
That doesn’t seem to be the right answer as the officer scrutinizes him. “Are you threatening me?”
“I’m threatening to stop protecting you.”
“Casimir, just stop talking,” I whisper.
Casimir points a finger at him. “Do you want me to stop protecting you?”
“How the hell did you get out of your handcuffs?” he asks.
“Please just call Detective Torres. He’ll tell you this was all a big misunderstanding, and we can all laugh about it later,” I say. “Ha ha!” I even try showing him that we could laugh about it now!
“I can get you fired for this,” Casimir tells him.
Was Casimir always this awful at interacting with humans? Is it because he seems to only know how to interact with me that I forgot he’s so ridiculous? “Nope, we’re not getting him fired for doing his job.”