Warnings: mentions of blood, death, vampire shit, Bill being the softest bf ever ^_^ (who is also kinda scary) (but not rlly)

"What did it feel like?" The question doesn't surprise nor phase him in the slightest. He knew that once you found out you would either be petrified, or insatiably curious.

And judging by the way you lie practically clinging to his side like a koala with your nose pressed against his cool neck; you are far from petrified. 

"Which part?" He inquires with a  melodic lilt, broad chest stagnant as you trace circles over the pale cotton fabric covering it.

You hum, mentally debating with yourself as a small smile of adoration stretches across his plump lips.

He finds your small, seemingly insignificant mundane tendencies to delight him in ways that annoyed him with others.

"Well, let's start with you... turning...if that's ok." He strokes your side with his slender fingers at the meek tone in your voice, as if to quietly remind you that this subject isn't sensitive to him as you might assume.

"Of course it's alright, honey. Let's see...it was long ago but I remember it very vividly,"

You find yourself playing with his large hands, the coolness of his skin offering relief to the recurring heat that seems to radiate from your body whenever the two of you are in close proximity.

"I was twenty eight, I was walking home from a late lecture. It was at night, as expected, the streets strangely vacant for a Thursday. But then again, mostly everyone stayed inside as soon as the sun died, with their preconcieved knowledge and all...,"

You shiver at the thought. He pulled the wool blanket he got you last Christmas up over your  torso, presuming your tremor is from your difference in temperature.

"It was fast, but I knew what was happening as soon as the hand wrapped around my throat. It was like ice, but the moment his teeth tore through my skin, it was like fire."

He speaks without a hint of fear or trepidation regarding the memory, which is easily something bred from nightmares to you, but nothing more than the very real tale of his birth into his new life.

"Is that all you wanted to know, mouse?" You can feel his grin as it stretches across his face, your hands bracing themselves against his hard chest as you haul yourself on top of him.

"What was it like when you woke up? Did anyone find you?"

He chuckles at the fervent tone in your voice, as if you're a journalist and the information he's providing is absolutely vital to the story.

"No one found me, I woke up around an hour and a half later, to my knowledge. He was sloppy, probably a newborn himself, and forgot to finish me off,"

He strokes your cheek when you grimace, pausing in order to give your bottom lip brief attention. You try not to fall into the dizzying pit of emotions that well inside of you, threatning to make you forget about the story entirely.

"I'll spare you the gory details." He drops his hand, the first hint of regret or sorrow identifiable in the way his bright eyes gleam.

"What did it feel like though? To not be human?"

He is intrigued by this question, equally as eager to answer as he is to forget about what he did that night.

"Forgive my poor-and probably embarrassing use of a simile-but it sort of felt like...like being a larva, and one day waking up as a butterfly,"

He rolls his eyes as you attempt to stifle your giggles, already expecting the outburst as soon as he began to speak.

"I don't mean that I'm some sort of beautiful creature now-"

"I beg to differ."

He ignores you so he won't get sidetracked. He'll repay you later for such a self indulgent compliment.

"I just mean that, as much of a metamorphosis as it was, it felt natural. I was completely different- well, everything was different- but my human life seemed so far behind me, that embracing who I now was seemed...easy."

He strokes your bare thigh as he speaks, sending physical chills up your spine as he gets lost in his own explanation of his rebirth.

"And the hunger...or...thirst, what does it feel like? How can you control yourself?"

He laughs, teeth and all, genuinley amused.

"My love, do I tell you how many times a day I'd love to rip your pants off and bury my head between your legs?"

You feel your cheeks burning, thighs attempting to squeeze shut; but his torso is wedged between them. He can already smell your arousal before it even leaked from the source.

"N-well, I mean, no?" You stutter, his large hands cupping your soft hips, in a vain attempt to calm your rapidly beating heart.

"Well, if I did, then you'd probably have a good idea of what it's like,"

He licks his powder pink lips at the thought, trying to stay on track. It's just so easy to become distracted when such a delectable specimen is sat atop his lap, all his for the taking.

"It's an all consuming desire, a burning in the pit of your stomach, and throat. But for me, it requires consent, and the idea of frightening or repulsing you in any way, is enough to keep it under wraps."

The sincerity of his words gives you butterflies, in the purest, most intoxicating form.

The sudden, overwhelming need you feel for him causes you to reach out for his marble face, cupping it in your hands as you lean down to press a soft, sweet kiss to his pillowy mouth.

You barely even blink before you're suddenly on your back, the barely there weight of his taut torso pressed against you; heavenly face only inches away from your own.

"You know you don't have to hold yourself back with me, right?" You barely manage to breathe out, the sound of your heart all too audible for him now.

He gives a lopsided smile, leaning down to deliver kisses along your face, the feeling barely identifiable if it weren't for the icy mark left on your sweltering skin.

"Darling, you have to be careful with how much you tempt me,"

His feather like mouth moves down past your jaw, along your thrumming pulse and the column of your throat.

"Especially when you know how damn irresistible you are."