March 16, 2008:
A delicious snippet if I do say so myself
Here’s a snippet from a story I’m writing, working title “Mattie.” This is something that happens much later on but I wanted to write it now anyway. All you really need to know for this snippet is that Dorian is of the vampire persuasion. 
Mattie’s hands were shaking. She was sitting on the chair staring at them shake with a strangely expressionless face. Dorian watched her for a moment, feeling a stab of guilt. He went to the silver serving tray nearby which held four crystal glasses and three small bottles. He poured two glasses of sherry and brought one over to Mattie, pressing it in her hands.
“Take a few sips,” he said, “clear your head.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Mattie leaned forward to take a few sips and a drop of blood fell onto her hand. “Shit.” She put the glass onto the nearby table and pressed her fingers to her cheek. When she looked at her fingers they were smeared red. She looked at Dorian in alarm and when her hair fell back Dorian spotted a gash on her cheek, still welling with blood.
The smell was intoxicating; there wasn’t another smell like blood. And the taste was indescribable. Claiming it tasted like a penny was an injustice that was just the first flavor. Like good wine, blood had multiple layers of flavor, each person’s was unique and different based on their life, their experiences, and their environment.
Dorian was staring at the gash and he blinked, forcing his eyes back to Mattie’s. She was watching him, wide-eyed, and if he was smart he would just back away now and get some tissues and a band-aid.
Mattie watched his eyes, which were dark like the stormy ocean. She kept still, but her heart was suddenly pounding in her ears and she wondered if Dorian could hear it, because he suddenly didn’t look flirty but safe. He didn’t look human anymore. He looked like a predator.
Dorian cupped her uninjured cheek gently and leaned forward. Mattie could smell his cologne, that faintly sweet smell, and underneath that the pang of sweat. She felt his breath on the bottom of her jaw and she tensed automatically and she thought, the moment I feel teeth… but the thought went unfinished because she felt his lips graze her cheek just above the wound. Then tenderly Dorian licked the blood from the wound. His tongue was soft, warm, and wet which caused a tickly sensation that caused shivers to run up and down her spine. She gasped before she could help herself.
Dorian murmured into her ear, “Your blood tastes sweeter than honey.”
Mattie shivered. His lips grazed her cheek again, seeking, and then he was kissing her. Mattie froze for a moment, then leaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him. Dorian was good, he teasingly pried her lips apart and the kiss deepened. She felt his tongue playing along her lips and the sensation sent tremors to her groin. Mattie moaned softly, inadvertently, and Dorian began unbuttoning her shirt.
Mattie pulled back, her eyes snapping open. She cupped his hands, stopping him, and he frowned with confusion. Mattie said, “No biting, Dorian. Promise me, no biting.”
“Not even a small taste?”
“No. Promise me.”
Dorian sighed. “You always drive a hard bargain, Mattie. But I promise because I’d rather have you than not. We’ll just do the good old fashioned stuff tonight.”
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