Chapter 3
Margot Fairmont actually wasn’t that bad. Leighton was still scared out of her mind, but conversation was easy between the two women and they found a rhythm as they moved around the kitchen. Leighton explained how she and Elinor met, how Elinor almost killed her ex Alicia, and she even somehow managed to talk a bit about her roommates. She wasn’t even sure how they came up but her nervous energy manifested as rambling and she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
At one point Margot asked about her family and Leighton shrugged. Her parents were…her parents. They tried their best. And Nico was the typical mamas boy older brother. The run of the mill upper class family. The conversation eventually, finally?, switched to food and Leighton finally fully relaxed. She could talk food. Food was low stakes.
What wasn’t low stakes was the second Leighton noticed that she was bleeding. A lot. The blonde had been chopping vegetables for dinner later that evening and her thoughts had wandered to Elinor for a split second. It was really just a second. Next thing she knew there was a sharp pain in her finger and the world seemed to go in slow motion. She ran to the sink to try to get the blood to stop and as she looked around she noticed her life very well could be on the line. Margot was staring at her, her eyes now black as opposed to their icy blue. She was clearly struggling against every instinct she had. And then, there was a flurry of sounds coming down the stairs as Cal and Jules were practically wrestling each other, the taller girl trying to keep her girlfriend at bay.
“Jules. Hey. No. Stop. Look at me. If you try to hurt her Elinor will kill you. Look at me. You won’t hurt me.”
The words seemed to work just enough for the younger vampire to relax but her eyes were still locked on to Leighton and that’s when the girl noticed her situation. She was stuck with a bleeding finger and two vampires. Sure Cal could maybe fight both of them off but for how long? This clearly needed stitches but Leighton knew about predator vs prey. If she moved, the hunt would officially be on.
Leighton turned again to look at the progress of her finger when she heard her; Elinor. The older girl was in front of her, fangs out and eyes daring either her mother or sister to try to get to her.
“Mother. Juliette. Why dont you let Cal take you upstairs. We don’t want this to be a problem now do we?”
The vampires held each others stares for far longer than Leighton was comfortable with before Margot and Jules backed down and Cal corralled them back upstairs, grabbing a few blood bags on the way.
Elinor turned to face her girlfriend, her eyes just as dark as her mother’s and sister’s but Leighton wasn’t afraid. She knew the other blonde had control on her bloodlust, especially when it came to her.
“How did you know to come? Some super crazy vampire sense?” Leighton teased as she finished cleaning her finger and inspected the cut.
Elinor shrugged as she slowly made her way into Leighton’s space. “Yeah we have this super crazy ability. It’s called reading a text. Cal sent the bat signal as soon as she saw Jules go into hunting mode.” By the end of the sentence, Leighton was pressed against the sink with Elinors hands gently on her waist.
Leighton was already starting to feel the tension between her and her girlfriend but when Elinor carefully placed her wounded finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, her knees practically gave out. The feeling of Elinor’s tongue swirling around her cut, both tasting the blood and healing it, made Leighton woozy. It made her remember the things that tongue was doing the night before and she couldn’t help herself. She quickly pulled her finger away and crashed their lips together. The kiss was hungry, passionate and they definitely needed to make their way upstairs but a voice stopped them in their tracks.
“Elinor! Long time no see. I see you’ve brought a snack for us. Care for introductions?”
Leighton turned in confusion to see a man with straight, shoulder length hair and a wicked smile on his face. She would have assessed him further if not for the growl that seemed to emerge from the other girl.
“Leighton,” Elinor snarled through her fangs, “this is Oliver.”