"Doc!"
I ignored Allan. Doc clutched me, gasping.
"I'm okay, just hurts."
"Hurts?" Allan sounded confused, and the distant part of me that was vaguely horrified that I somehow had fangs and was latched onto Doc's neck, was also confused. It felt good, didn't it?
"Making it pleasurable takes a little effort," Doc ground out.
Oh. Like that?
He gasped and collapsed to the ground. "Think she figured it out." His fingers dug into my back as he shuddered.
I kept drinking, not satisfied, starving, needing more.
"Sofia, you're going to hurt him for real," Allan said, trying to tug me away.
I growled.
"Sorry," Doc whispered, and he shoved hard at my throat.
I choked and fell back. Doc's lips met mine before I could go for his throat again. Slowly, I came back to myself as Doc dug his hands into my hips, pulling me against him. I tangled my hands in his hair, almost going for his neck again. He buried a hand in my hair and jerked my head back, planting his lips on mine until I finally sagged against him, coming completely back to myself.
"Holy shit, Doc, what the hell?" I gasped.
He lay back, chest heaving, and I collapsed against his chest. My mind still reeled. At least I wasn't about to sink my teeth into him again.
In fact, my mouth felt normal. I ran my tongue over my teeth and was glad to feel I no longer had fangs.
"Sorry about that," he said. "Though, you may have saved my life. No more demon blood for me." His voice sounded weak, and he didn't move when I finally rolled off of him.
"You're sorry? Did I hurt you?"
"Not permanently."
"Doc!"
"I'm okay. Just lost a lot of blood."
I stared at Allan, wide eyed, and wiped at my chin. Doc and I both had his blood on our faces. I knew as a human, I shouldn't have been able to take so much from him without getting sick. Apparently, whatever drinking his blood laced with demon magic had done to me, it had allowed me to absorb it without issues. I actually felt great. No aches or pains from racing through the woods. Leftover injuries were healed. I looked at my hand where the knife had burned me. Nothing.
"I feel better than I have in a long time," I said softly.
Doc laughed. "I imagine you do."
"Should we get back to the cabin?" Allan said hesitantly.
"I can't be around people until I've recovered. It's taking everything I have to not jump one of you. You'll have to go without me."
"Doc, that's why I came," Allan offered. "Let's get you taken care of, so we don't have to answer any questions as to why you're not with us."
"Allan, I'm pretty hungry."
"And I'm a werewolf with potent blood and the ability to heal faster than just about anything except a vampire."
Doc shifted his attention from the sky to Allan.
Allan swallowed, and I could tell he was nervous. I could almost smell it. Lingering borrowed powers probably. I would have been nervous if Doc fixed that hungry gaze on me.
Allan held out his hand. I almost didn't see Doc move, he was on the werewolf so fast.
I think he normally fed from their wrists. This time he latched on to Allan's neck.
I leaned back against the trees and watched as Allan's hands crept up Doc's back, fingers digging in. They were both breathing heavily when Doc finally let go of Allan's neck. Allan growled, not letting go of Doc when the vampire leaned back.
I raised my eyebrows when Allan kissed him. I wasn't sure if Allan was actually into guys, or if he was just caught up in what Doc's bite did to him. Doc didn't push him away, and my mouth fell open. I whimpered as a wave of lust washed over me.
After they had thoroughly kissed each other, Allan finally leaned back, eyes a little glassy.
"Sorry," he slurred, sounding a little drugged.
"For what?" Doc hugged Allan before stepping back.
"Well, you're not into guys." Allan stared at the ground.
"Seems to be a day for exploration," Doc replied.
"Yeah, Ed told me you were totally making out with Ash, too."
"What?" I blurted, laughing.
"It's been that kind of day. We should try to make ourselves presentable and get back to the cabin. Ed really doesn't need to be left alone with your parents for longer than he has to." Doc sighed.
"Wait, what? My parents?" My stomach clenched, and I thought I might be sick. They were here? Not that I didn't want to see them, but not like this.
"Yeah. It's been a crazy day." Doc sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the ground.
"I think we all have blood on our faces," I said. I ran my hand through my hair to straighten it, and then did the same for Allan. Doc's had half come loose from his ponytail, and he pulled the band out. I did my magic hair trick, and he smiled before putting it back up.
Allan pulled off his shirt and turned it inside out, before rubbing at the blood on my face with it.
Doc somehow got himself clean, and Allan scrubbed at his face before putting his shirt back on, hiding the blood, though we could all still smell it.
"Good?" Allan asked.
We looked each other over before shrugging. "I guess." I opened a doorway in the trees on the side away from the cabin. I took a deep breath, and we headed for the door.
Ed must have been watching for us, or heard us, because he opened the door before we could knock. He looked desperate, eyes wide and imploring. A puppy begging for his friends to come home and save him.
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"Sofia!" Both of my parents rushed forward, folding me in a hug the moment I was in the door.
Allan headed straight for the kitchen. He had to be starving.
Victoria hugged me once my parents were done and then gave Doc a quick hug, too.
"Why didn't you tell us the
