Chapter 331: From the vein
By the time they got to the room, Arabella had completely buried her red face in Silas’ neck.
Barely any effort was required of him to open and close the door behind himself while carrying Arabella’s weight.
The young woman had clung to his neck so tightly that he didn’t fear letting go of her back to move the curtains out of their way.
"I will have someone bring you a nightgown and a dress for tomorrow," he kept his voice on the low end considering how close her ears were to his mouth.
"Actually," she mumbled, "I’ve had some of my clothes moved to your closet yesterday. I hope you don’t mind that,"
Mind it? No! Taken aback, yes, but no objections were made. On the contrary, Silas saw the fact that he did not have to ask her to do that as a win.
"I see absolutely no problem with that," he smiled.
Their faces were mere inches from each other. Their breaths collided after every syllable uttered, at every exhale produced.
"I suppose you’d like to take a warm bath after... What the girls put you through,"
A light chuckle escaped her, "I am supposed to watch how I wash my hair after applying this... Magical oil, but yes, I’d love a warm bath," her figure then tensed a bit as she tried to straighten up, "Although, there is something I wish to do before that," her expression had turned a tad more serious.
Her words alone were enough to clue Silas in as to her state of mind, but the acceleration of her heart rate sealed it.
"Yes, of course, what is it?" he gently placed her on the bed.
"Well...," she cleared her throat, looking up at him expectantly, "It’s been almost two weeks since our last feeding session and I thought...," she trailed off.
"It can wait until after the wedding," he paused then added, "There is no need to worry yourself abou-"
"No," she cut him off, "If we want things to go smoothly three days from now, you will need to be in your best shape, both physically and mentally," Arabella maintained eye contact with him while seated, blinking only when necessary, "Not to mention, the presence of Dragomir and my father will add a toll to everything we will be crushed under by then,"
Silas took a deep breath before sighing, "I know, but I don’t want to stress you more than you already are,"
He had barely finished speaking that Arabella was up on her feet, facing him. Well..., Still looking up at him.
Her hand glided on his hand then slipped under his sleeve to caress his arm.
"There is something that has been on my mind for a little over two days now, and I can’t get it out unless I try it," her eyes bore into his, reflecting every bit of him in them, "It’s a bit strange, to be frank,"
"Do tell," his eyebrows furrowed, "Whatever it is, I won’t judge you for it,"
"Blood," she said, "Your blood. I’d like to try and drink it without mixing it with water,"
He blinked twice in a shorter span of time than should have been, "Are you... Are you sure?"
Arabella gave slow nods and kept their gazes connected.
"How did that happen? I mean how did it start?" he asked.
"I am not really sure, but at multiple times for the past two days, I caught myself fantasizing about drinking it," that was when her demeanor shifted again, falling a bit, "Do you think that’s bad? Do you think I am sick?"
"Normally, I would advise you to take one drop of blood and only under critical circumstances," he cupped her cheeks, "I realize I can be forgetful, but I know for a fact that the human organism isn’t meant to digest blood so... If received in larger quantities it can create health issues,"
Silas did not hesitate and immediately summoned the doctors into the room, but after examining her and a number of tests conducted, nothing out of norm was found.
It took them about an hour and a half to reach that conclusion and reassure the couple that everything was alright.
After their exit, Silas and Arabella sat near each other in silence for a few before one of them finally decided to break the silence.
"So, can we still do it?" she was sheepish.
"I am willing to at least give it a try," he sighed, "Tell me, how do you imagine us going about this this?"
"I was thinking...," she bit on her bottom lip, "That I could feed on your blood while you feed on mine, that way, I might stay awake, feel you as you feed, but also heel from the paralysis of the Mirari before it even strikes me,"
"Theoretically, this should work," he nodded, looking at the floor.
"But not practically," Arabella half asked.
"The main problem would be keeping my wound open long enough for you to feed the entire time I do,"
"Oh! that’s right! you do heal fairly quickly," she chuckled, "And my teeth aren’t strong enough to keep your skin from reconnecting,"
Silas thought about it for a little then came up with a suggestion, "I could keep the blade in my palm,"
"But that would be painful!" Arabella snapped to her feet, "Not to mention... I would probably accidentally cut my own face on it while trying to drink from your hand,"
The entire conversation seemed surreal to Silas more than Arabella.
The manner in which she discussed the topic without any issues raised questions in his mind.
After all, they were debating the ways that would allow him to remain injured in order for her to drink... Blood, directly from the vein.
Memory served him the day they visited the Fata village for the first time. That was before they’d gotten her a proper outing fit and thus her legs had been subjected to multiple cuts.
Back then, Silas had recklessly tried to push his blood into her mouth without diluting it. She vehemently rejected it and looked at him as though he’d grown a second head for it.
Yet there she was, asking to drink his blood straight from the wound.