Chapter 5
I began to return to my consciousness... Where am I? The last thing I remember is a fall and a wild pain, and now I'm already lying on a bed in some place unknown to me, but I'm alive and I feel as if none of this ever happened. Wait, is this really a bed? I sat up to look at the place where I was lying and realized that it was nothing but a coffin. And because I just woke up and I wasn't thinking straight, a silly thought came to my head, which I said out loud:
— I was buried, but I was resurrected..?
— Have you woken up yet? – There was a voice from somewhere nearby, which I heard only once, but it stuck in my memory for a long time. And this pleasant female voice, without waiting for my answer, answered my question:
— You could say that.
I got up and started looking around the room - it was a spacious crypt lit by candles, there was nothing in it but a coffin and a pile of books in the corner.
— I'm here if you're looking for me, – said behind me... Darkfog?!
I looked around and began to examine her, black curly mane, red eyes, a mole on her left cheek and the same pale skin, I noticed spots of fresh blood on her shoulder, and licked a cold, sweet and very thick substance from my lips.
I wanted to ask a question, but she put her hoof to my mouth:
— Shh... I understand what you want to tell me, I'll explain everything to you now.
I looked at her questioningly, waiting for an explanation.
— You remember how you almost died, right?
— Yes, I remember this
— Look in the mirror.
Darkfog pointed to a stained and old-looking mirror hanging on the wall to the right.
I looked in the mirror already imagining that I would see a through hole in my forehead or something worse, but in fact I saw nothing, well, nothing at all, I saw the wall, but not my reflection, the puzzle began to take shape.
— Oh, don't tell me that...
I touched my lips with my hoof again, and looked at the wound of Darkfog.
— Why should I say if you already understood everything?
— Well... And that's right. Wait, then why do you need a mirror?
— It was here when they buried me, but I don't know why it's here
— They buried you!?
— Well, of course, they didn't just throw it out on the street
—I thought it was someone's crypt before, but not yours, wow...
— Mine, and you thought vampires just come out of thin air?
— Maybe your parents were vampires... Can you please tell me more about yourself now, how it happened? I want to know my savior more
— Well, okay – the vampire grinned – if that's what you want... More than two thousand years ago I lived in this castle, and in short, I was corrupted and after my death I turned into a vampire, or are you interested in the details of my death?
— Well, you can tell me, basically anything, – I smiled, and thinking accidentally out loud, said in a whisper: – I will be glad of any information about you.
— I was poisoned – sazala Darkfog and instantly became gloomy – Well, okay, let's not talk about it. Oh, by the way... I need to finish what I started – with a grin, curly looked me straight in the eyes with some previously unfamiliar light and began to approach me slowly. I was sitting in a coffin, and from this behavior, I asked in confusion:
– Wait... What are you doing!? I tried to resist, embarrassed.
– The last stage of the request must be completed. Otherwise you will die. Darkfog answered, already hovering over me and biting my lip, I felt her cool, but at the same time as pleasant as a cool breeze in summer, breathing, and I felt as if I was trapped, but it also seemed as if I didn't mind such a "trap"... Or don't you think so?
Abruptly, Darkfog bit into my lips. I jerked in surprise and mumbled.
Closing my eyes, I felt a cold moisture in my mouth, which seemed to be tumbling and dancing along with my tongue, which responded in the same way.
I could feel my heart beating fast. How HER heart doesn't beat with mine in unison. I also felt how she breathes unevenly and often with me.
Emotions were slowly but moderately flooding over me, and a strange warmth that I had never felt before...
I'm trying to control myself, to stop myself from doing this, despite the fact that it's necessary, but the fact that this is happening to me and to HER, on the contrary, only forced me to do it further.
Darkfog began to make more confident movements, breathe more evenly, kiss me more confidently... And touch me. I, realizing that it means I can do this too, hugged her as tightly and tightly as possible to myself. To better feel her breathing, the beating of her heart, the smell, and the very feeling that I have the opportunity to touch the vampire, pleased and very much... It was exciting. And Darkfog was a little surprised by the look, but, having resourcefulness, and grinning, lowered her white, and coveted, like her whole, hoof, between her legs. She left the kiss and bent down to my neck. I accidentally moaned, again from the unexpected actions.
– Llc... – The black-haired woman whispered in my ear with her sweet voice, which pleasantly tickled my ear.
Darkfog reached out to my neck, and began to kiss me, at the same time shawling her hoof between my legs. I, breathing unevenly, only pressed myself closer to myself, and closed my eyes, throwing back my head. Darkfog sank lower and lower. Chest. Belly. And... finished the way with her lips where her hoof was recently. And she bit into my lips again. Not the ones I drank her blood with.
I, being already excited, trembling from her dexterous and crazy actions, threw back my head, holding on to the edges of the coffin. It was as if I was stuck in time, flew into heaven, feeling bliss, and such that for the first time I feel it.
– Wow... already? – Licking her lips, and again touching the recently "blessed" place with her hoof, she came back to me. And she kissed me again. Maybe I thought before I met her that it was disgusting, but... If you do it with her, it's not like that at all.
Darkfog stopped kissing again. She looked into my eyes. And...
She just hugged me back.
And she whispered in my ear:
– That's enough.
We lay there for quite a long time. Darkfog whispered to me with tenderness in her voice, into my already drowned in bliss ear, a variety of affectionate words, what she thought about me, how she dreamed how we would hug together like this, and I also told her everything that came to mind. Of course, I don't remember everything, but I remember exactly how I told her how desperate I was when I didn't find her in the library, justifying myself by saying that I came for a book, and not for her, how I thought about her every day after our meeting, and how wrong I was that I pretended that I didn't fall in love.
