Loving a Vampire(7)

His friend was quite the artist, and when Augustus was trapped for the morning down in the basement he spent a great deal of time drawing. Her picture decorated the four walls down below. Gregory was shocked by the actual likeness of the pictures.

Augustus had got the colour of her hair perfect and the paleness of her skin. Rinsing out the cloth, Gregory left to grab some Band-Aids to place over the worst of the damage.

Again she didn’t wake when he placed them on her gently.

Once he finished he moved to the kitchen to make himself a drink and some food. He returned to her side with a book and waited for her to wake up.

Every once in a while he glanced over at her and wondered what it was that drew Augustus to her. He’d never known Augustus to be so infatuated with a woman. Augustus was known for loving many women but never staying around. What was it about Marianna that kept him enthralled?

Her red hair danced like fire around her face. The hair covering her pussy was also red. He’d caught a glimpse of it while he’d been dressing her, but that couldn’t be the only thing pulling Augustus in.

The only other thing he saw was her shape. The woman had a good pair of tits on her. He’d love to feel those mounds in his hands as he rode her hard with his cock.

The hours passed, and Gregory kept checking over his patient. She’d curled up into a ball with her hands underneath her head. Marianna looked like a lost little girl.

Augustus still hadn’t returned. He didn’t allow himself to worry. Augustus didn’t get to being over three hundred years old by stupidity.

“How is she?” Augustus asked, entering.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” Gregory said, putting his book down.

Almost as if Marianna heard his voice her eyes opened. She let out a moan, and she jerked up in the bed.

“What’s going on? What happened to me? Why does everything hurt?” Her eyes were filled with tears as she stared at Augustus.

“You’re going to need her to calm down before you talk to her.”

Marianna was hyperventilating on the bed. Her chest rose and fell with every quick indrawn breath. She looked petrified.

Augustus perched on the bed. Marianna shuffled back.

“Calm down,” Augustus said.

She relaxed. He saw her shoulders slump, but she didn’t make a move.

“Look into my eyes.”

Gregory watched him work his magic.

She looked into Augustus’s eyes.

“You’re not afraid. You’re totally relaxed because nothing is going to hurt you.”

After a time he saw her relax even as the tears fell from her eyes.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked.

Gregory moved in closer to watch.

“You were attacked, Marianna.”

She frowned seconds before her eyes opened wider. “Those men in the street attacked me. They slammed me against the brick wall and tore at my clothing. They were going to … they were going to … rape me.” Shame crossed over her face as she lowered her head.

“Don’t do that to yourself,” Gregory said. He reached out to touch her chin. Marianna didn’t flinch away. He made her look at him. Her eyes were still filled with tears. “The bastards who did that to you are the ones to blame.”

“I never saw them coming. I was walking home, and then they were there, and I couldn’t get away. I begged and begged.” She pulled out of his grip. He was surprised when she wrapped her arms around Augustus. Most humans were scared of the vampire as they sensed the danger he posed. “You were there. I saw you. You saved me.”

He saw his friend’s eyes close as he inhaled her scent. Gregory recalled Augustus once telling him she smelled like rich, dark chocolate.

“Do you want me to give you guys some privacy?” Gregory asked.

“Would you mind getting Marianna some food? She hasn’t eaten, and I don’t want her to become ill through lack of nutrition.”

Gregory nodded and left. He turned one last time to see Marianna curled up in Augustus’s lap. Tears were falling from her eyes as huge body-shaking sobs escaped her.

He felt so sorry for her. Closing the door he made his way back down to the kitchen. He didn’t know what she liked but tried to think of something she’d be able to eat. Sandwiches were the easiest solution to his problem. As he made some food he kept hoping to hear something.

There was something about Marianna. She was beautiful and pure from what Augustus told him. What was it about her that pulled at his heart-strings? He didn’t know her, and yet there was a part of him that wanted to do everything to protect her.

Shaking his head, he made her some food and pushed all his thoughts to the back of his mind. She wasn’t his responsibility. Augustus had been the one to find her, and Augustus would most likely be the one to claim her.