.: At Least I'll Give You Dark Delight [Jyrki] :. Info

I slowly drifted into consciousness and it didn’t take me long to realize that I wasn’t my old self in my own bed. Not only was I now inhuman, but the life I lived only hours ago no longer existed and that change would be difficult to deal with. I was now a new person (if you could even call it that), had a new home, and was surrounded by new people (or person, rather). And none of these things made me feel at all comfortable.

My eyes fluttered open to the darkness of the room, which suited me perfectly seeing as I didn’t wish to be awoken with sunlight at the moment. I sat up in my bed and waited until my eyes could focus to look over at the clock on the nightstand nearby. Instead of seeing the clock though, a piece of paper was gently resting there. I look upon the note curiously before picking it up to read the writing:

Andrea,

Meet me in the dining hall when you awake.

Jyrki

The letter was written so impersonally, almost coldly. It was as if he was craving to kick me out of his house already. I didn’t blame him though. If I were a sober normal being, I would have kicked myself out of my house a long time ago. I was shocked by Jyrki’s welcoming gestures and hospitality and I didn’t mind taking advantage of his traits. He was, in fact, the one who put me into this situation in the first place.

I put the note back on the nightstand and looked at the clock on it. It was nine in the evening and it was just beginning to get dark outside. I didn’t know how Jyrki possibly managed to live in LA where the days were so long.

I stretched and yawned before getting up to get myself freshened up. I grabbed some clothes from the closet I had so messily put them in and went into the bathroom to take a shower. After a really short wash, I got out and started putting on my usual makeup. I didn’t know why I was getting so dolled up considering I had nowhere to go, but I guessed it was out of habit more than anything. That and I hated looking like shit on any occasion.

I opened the door and found my way to the main staircase much easier than I had before. I grinned to myself as I finally entered the dining hall, glad to see that I was finally getting used to this house. I found Jyrki on the phone with someone, speaking rapidly on his cell phone. He looked up at me and said some kind of closure before snapping his phone shut.

“Good evening,” he said quietly. He grabbed the two matching goblets close to him and started approaching me. He held one out to me, which I gladly took as I knew what it was. “I’ve already prepared your breakfast for you, as you can see.”

“Thanks,” I said just as quietly back to him before taking a long sip out of the cup. It truly was as soothing to my system as any kind of drug or alcohol would have been. “So…uhm…did you have to kill a person to get this?” I asked, unsure of how this whole vampire thing worked.

He gazed at me thoughtfully and I guessed he was trying to piece together the right words to say about the matter. “Let’s just say someone had to die for it. Whether I killed the person or not doesn’t matter.”

“Right…” I replied as I took another sip.

“Listen, I don’t have time to teach you how to be a vampire today. We’ll be having a guest coming tonight who will be staying for a few days. I’ll try to start explaining things tomorrow,” he said as he set down his goblet of untouched liquid. “I need you to behave for him. You’ll be seeing him around often.”

“Behave? Why, Jyrki, what can I possibly do?” I said with a smirk.

He shot me a glare to show he was not amused before grabbing his cup and walking off into the room next to the dining hall. I just shrugged as I finished off my breakfast and headed back upstairs to do once more attempt to entertain myself in this house of uninteresting horrors.

I was in my room reading one of the many books in there for about an hour before I finally got bored. I had heard some movements and conversations from the ground floor a while ago, but I didn’t want to disturb Jyrki and his little get-together. I assumed that his guest was probably some old, wrinkled-up man that wanted to see Jyrki on business, for whatever Jyrki did as an occupation.

I sighed and finally decided to go downstairs and introduce myself to the old sack considering that there was nothing to do in my room but to sit around and read for the rest of the night. I wasn’t at all amused in this place and found myself struggling to adjust to a life without drugs, sex, and stripping for money.

As I approached the dining hall, I realized that the two men were speaking in a foreign language I had never heard before so I had no idea what they were saying. The second I walked in and looked at who the visitor was, not only had they stopped what they were doing to look at me, but I had also stopped dead in my tracks to do the same.

“Jussi?” I said as I gazed at the familiar man in front of me. A black trucker hat over a red bandana covered his black hair, but framed the sharp jaw line and sable-covered stormy gray eyes.

“Andy…” he said, equally as amazed to see me there as I was to see him.

“You two know each other?” Jyrki asked, just as confused as the both of us.

“Yes…” Jussi replied first. “This was the girl I was telling you about at lunch before I left.”

“Ah, so you two have fucked?”

“Yes, we have,” I said, snapping out of the shocked state I was in to accept the reality and retort to Jyrki’s comment. “Jealous?”

“Should I be? I have a sex life of my own, as you very well found out last night.”

“Yes, how unfortunate for me,” I countered in a mock morbid voice. I saw the ends of Jussi’s mouth twitch from the corner of my eye, as if he was trying his hardest not to crack a smile, at the least. All Jyrki did, on the other hand, was glare at me with his piercing blue eyes.

“Don’t worry about the meeting, Jussi. I’ll handle the record company stuff. You can stay here and make sure the girl doesn’t do anything stupid,” he said to his friend before walking out of the room.

“He doesn’t like you very much…” Jussi said to me as he approached, finally breaking his hard, blank stare to smirk.

“I’ve noticed. I guess the feeling is pretty mutual…”

His smirk remained unmoving as continued to walk towards me, eventually back me into the wall and pressing his toned body against my own. “Enough about him though. How about you and I give each other a proper welcome?” he almost whispered into my ear.

“My pleasure,” I whispered back as I pushed him backwards against the dining table and rested my hands onto the edge of the table on either side of him so that he was trapped in that space.

“Here?” he asked, looking mildly surprised. “You’re willing to have sex on the dining table of the man who saved your life?”

“Jussi, you should know that I’m willing to do anything anywhere,” I replied in a seductive voice. I leaned in forward a bit so that my lips were a few centimeters away from his and continued. “The question is, are you?”

I saw him grin slyly. His next moves were so quick that I didn’t even have a second to think. He grabbed me around the waste, swung us around so that I was now the one against the table, and he lifted me up before slamming me down onto the table and attacking my lips. The lightning fast reflex was so smooth and quick, I suddenly felt my humanly sex appeal come rushing back to me.

As he pressed his firm self against my body in between my legs and the hunger grew with each article of clothing removed, I couldn’t help but be satisfied for the first time as a vampire. Not only was the penetration of Jussi so rewarding as I dug my long nails into his inhumanly perfect skin, but the complacency of knowing that my actions would most likely send Jyrki into a fuming rage was almost enough for me to obtain an orgasm in itself. But an orgasm was the last thing my body was in lack of while Jussi was around.