Decisions Ch. 09

Sure enough, she did feel it, her face splitting in a dazzling smile.

"Someone's a bit worked up." She giggled, placing her cold hands on my chest. She wiggled on my groin, making me hiss involuntarily. "Is that from me or for me?" She asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Both." I groaned. "It's both."

"I'm a lucky vampire, aren't I?"

"Yup," I replied. "Very lucky, indeed."

"How modest." She mocked, baring her fangs.

"Learned it from the best." I shot back.

Stasi narrowed her eyes. She struggled to respond, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. But rather than chastise me, she simply laughed lyrically, rubbing my chest gently. "I love our verbal sparring." She sighed, scooting off of me. Slowly and methodically, she undressed herself, revealing her bare and pale body for all my eyes to see, then she undressed me. With a little bit of my help, she managed to peel off my sweatpants and boxers, leaving me bare from the waist down and revealing my hard member.

Stasi's cheeks flushed and her breathing grew more labored when she saw it, a smile of delight spreading across her face. I shuddered when her long cold fingers wrapped around my erection and started to stroke it softly.

"You know," She said, huskily. "Some athletes practice abstinence before their games."

"They do?" I breathed.

"Yep." She replied. "It's supposed to help them focus better."

"I'm not so sure about that." I laughed.

"I'm not so sure, either. I think it's a load of sobach'ye." Stasi decided, kissing the head of my cock. Seconds later, she engulfed more than half of it, pushing it well past her teeth and into the back of her hot mouth. I let out a drawn out groan and shivered involunteraily when her lips tightened around the base and she began to bob her head, slurping greedily. She was sucking as if her life depended on it. When she heard me let out another sharp gasp, she looked up into my eyes, her large crystal blue eyes boring into me.

I was in absolute heaven. I loved it when she gave me head. The sensation of Stasi's mouth left me reeling. Her tongue flicked against the head of my cock as she sucked, lewd slurping noises filling up my ears. She was taking my entire cock into her throat. At least, she was until she took her mouth off with a satisfying 'pop'.

"Ooooh, I love sucking your cock." She sighed. "How'd I do this time, though?"

"I love you." I moaned.

"You didn't exactly answer my question, but I love you, too." She said cheekily. "Always have?"

"Always will." I finished. "I've probably been in love with you ever since we were elementary kids chasing each other on the playground."

Her crystal blue eyes took on a hue of vulnerability and she folded her arms under her breasts. "You know, when we were younger, I never wanted to be your friend, let alone your best friend."

I sat up in the bed. "Really? Why?" I asked.

"Because I wanted to hurt you." She explained. "Every fiber of my being wanted to hurt you. I wanted your blood. I wanted to know what it tasted like and it scared me. I still want your blood now. I was so selfish back then. I knew that I had to stay away from you for your safety, but I couldn't bear to do it. You were my best friend and I just didn't want to be lonely. I had to force myself every day to not let my bloodlust go crazy. I thought you'd reject me when you saw how deadly I was but you didn't. You never did. You stuck by me growing up. I honestly think you're the best person on this planet. Now, I don't just want to hurt you, I just want to love you to death."

"Stasi," I said, scooting over to her and wrapping my arms around her. Her words embarrassed me a bit because of my dislike of compliments, they struck chords in my heart and simply made me feel warm inside. "Feeding doesn't hurt me at all. I want you to know that. It actually... kind of feels good. It feels good for me knowing that my blood makes you feel better. You are my most devoted friend, adviser, critic, and when I'm sick, doctor. You're always by my side ready to face any trouble with me. I love it when we feed. It's honestly me returning the favor and a way to show my love for you."

"I know, but with all this controversy in the news about monsters being so dangerous to humans, especially after the riots... it's just..."

"Just what?"

Stasi took a deep breath. "Chris, do you think I'm dangerous?"

"Well, I mean," I began, deadpanned. "You're a Russian woman. You're supposed to be dangerous."

"Dork." Stasi replied, giggling, although that vulnerable look in her eye didn't so much as waver.

"Stasi, you're not dangerous. You're the most compassionate, kind, beautiful, generous... what's another adjective... did I say beautiful? I think I said beautiful. Yeah, I said beautiful. I didn't say caring, did I? No? Ok, caring. You're als-... woah!" I gasped, when Stasi nearly tackled me, sending me onto my back. I somehow managed to catch her and flip her around so she was underneath me.

"I get it." Stasi giggled, giving me a gorgeous fangy grin. My compliments pleased her. "Really, Chris, I do. Thanks, I needed that." Her eyes trailed down to my erection that rested in between us. "But, I think I need that more."

"Oh, I need you too. More than you know, believe me." I replied, stooping low to kiss her sensuous lips, then the hollow of her throat, then her succulent and full breasts. I moved lower, but her hands stopped me. She pulled me up so I was eye level with her, a look of agony on her face.

"None of that foreplay." She begged. "That feeling of neediness goes both ways. I want you in me now. Please." Then with that, she rolled around under me so she was on her belly and gazed over her shoulder back at me. I didn't need her to say anything else. We knew what we both wanted and needed. Each other.

With one hand on her hip, I guided my cock into her sopping wet and tight slit. Stasi squealed in delight when I slid right in to the hilt. I let out a drawn out groan at the incredible pleasure I felt, electricity coursing through the both of our bodies like lightning. Grimacing, I drew myself out of her tight pussy, only to thrust straight back into her. I did it again, and again, and again.

Soon, our soft moans and sighs gave way to lewd grunts as I began to up the tempo. In between her gasps of pleasure, Stasi groaned something that I couldn't decipher, talking in complete gibberish.

"What?" I asked.

"Harder, lyubov." Stasi spluttered, her face reddening when she realized what she said earlier made absolutely no sense at all. "Chris, please! Harder! Chris! Fuck me harder!"

I wasn't one to disappoint my best friend. Our noises of passion grew louder as I obliged her, the sound of slapping flesh increasing. The mattress squeaked underneath us and the wooden headboard began to rattle. A grin broke out on my face when I realized I was making love to my best friend. Of course, I made love with my best friend often, but the reality was, I took it for granted.

This wasn't a fantasy. This was real life. Anastasia "Stasi" Sokolov, the woman I loved so much that it hurt, the one I grew up with and had by my side since I was five, was really here and in front of me. It was me she loved and cherished above all else.

Her hips began to buck wildly against my thrusts. I could already feel myself ready to come and explode into her but, somehow, by some stroke of luck, I was able to stay off the inevitable end, although, Stasi was doing her best to make me. She didn't even have to touch me. All she had to do was look over her shoulder, staring at me and smiling a dreamy fangy smile as I continued to pound against her. Her crystal blue eyes were dilated, her dark pupils becoming incredibly large.

Even though I wanted everything to last forever, all good things came to an end eventually. By the time I was just about ready to pop off, Stasi's whole body began trembling and I felt a wave of heat around my cock. She buried her face in her pillow, clamping her down on the fabric as she went over the edge, moaning and shuddering beneath me.

"Oh... Stasi!" I sighed, erupting inside of her. I kept on thrusting until I had nothing left to give and then I finally stopped. With a twitch of my hip, I slipped out of her, admiring the mixture of our cum dripping out of her pussy. Absolutely spent, I collapsed on top of her and rolled off so we were lying side by side. Me face up, her face down. I sighed tiredly and kissed her cheek. She just laid there, moaning and smiling, until she looked up and stared at me as if I was the best thing that ever happened to her.

I was probably giving her the same look. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. Well, no, I take that back. What she was to me, couldn't quite be expressed in words. It wouldn't do it justice. Stasi snuggled up next to me, her eyes closed, and I wrapped my arms around her slippery, cold, and sweaty body. Her glossy raven hair was disheveled and I decided I liked it best that way.

"You're like a furnace." She murmured, snuggling into me even tighter, if that was even possible.

"You're like... a refridgerator." I cracked.

"Dummy." Stasi muttered, flicking me on the forehead with her finger and making me chuckle.

"It's not a bad thing." I noted.

We fell silent after a moment. Neither of us needed to say anything. All we did was indulge in post-coital caresses, simply holding onto each other and enjoying the presence of one another.

"Hey, Chris?" She whispered at last, looking up at me with her expressive crystal blue eyes. My breath hitched when I finally got a good look at her. She had the good old fangy grin. She was glowing. She was beautiful.

"Yeah, Stasi?" I asked.

"Whatever happens, you are most definitely not going to be one of those athletes that practice abstinence." She ordered. "I will certainly not be able to handle it. If you do become one of those athletes, you're going to svodish' menya s uma."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." I laughed.

We fell silent again, simply watching each other breathing. I was shattered after hockey practice and Stasi must've been exhausted after a mentally draining study session.

"Hey, Chris?" Stasi whispered again in her soft, velvety accent.

"Yeah, Stasi?"

"Did you know that if you eat enough bananas, you can become radioactive because of potassium?" Stasi asked, cracking up. "Would you still love me if I glowed in the dark?"

"Oh god, I would." I enthused, breaking into laughter. "I'd love you if you had three arms and lost all your hair. I love you so much."

"I love you too... although no hair and three arms isn't exactly what I want to look like." She planted a soft kiss on my lips. "Always be with me,Chris... or inside me, rather." She said, a devious fangy grin splitting her face. She dropped her hand and started stroking my cock in another attempt to get hard again for another round.

Chapter 4:

When February came around, it suddenly seemed to get colder, if that was even possible. The wind from the Bay seemed to flow all across the city, biting at your face as if it were a wild animal. The entire city seemed to constantly be blanketed in a thick fog every morning, and the ground was permeated with frost.

It didn't matter.

Hockey Conference playoffs were on the cusp of finishing. After two weeks of a long delay where we did nothing except practice, a game was set for Friday, today. Weeks of preparation were going to decide whether or not we were going to enjoy a trip to the State Championship, to finally capture that title that eluded me for four long years.

To say I was nervous was an understatement.

The whole school, on the other hand, was not.

We were back to normal in terms of attendance. No one was home when they were supposed to be at school. They all seemed to want to watch Belcourt clobber Bear Mountain High School. If only it were that easy.

Sun Tzu once said, 'If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.' Well, while we were on break, I did nothing but study Bear Mountain's squad for two weeks and i'll be honest, I feared the result of this battle.

But, we prepared and we were ready... at least, I hoped we were.

We went to lunch as an entire team. Nobody else. When we walked into the cafeteria, all noise seemed to stop and heads turned our ways. The entire room burst into excited chattering, then scattered cheers, and finally, a full-out standing ovation. While the team was basking in the attention, I simply gave a curt nod, walking to my table.

"Hey, zaichik." Stasi said, warmly when I came over. She scooted to the side, allowing me a chance to sit down. As usual, she was wearing my white away jersey and we made quite a pair.

"Hi, Stasi." I replied, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"You eating anything?" She questioned.

"I'm fine."

"You have to eat something." Stasi insisted.

"I'm not hungry."

"Just a bit of pasta?" She wheedled.

"I... fine." I said. Stasi smiled softly before sliding over a small tupperware container filled with chicken pasta. I realized it wasn't her lunch. She was eating Golubtsy, stuffed cabbage leaves. The pasta was made and packed simply for me. She knew I wasn't going to eat anything because of nerves. She had witnessed enough of my gameday antics to have the foresight to pack food for me.

"I love you." I gushed.

"I love you too," Stasi replied, giving me a dazzling smile. "Enjoy."

"It's good you're eating, Chris." Jazz said, biting into her sandwich. "But I don't think you'll really need it. It's the wingers that are always targeted by the other team. They're the ones that get clobbered."

"Chris is a left winger." Lucy pointed out.

"Oh... shit." Jazz muttered.

"Good try, though." Ricky quipped.

"Yeah, thanks Jazz. I really appreciate it." I said. Jazz simply shrugged and went back to eating her sandwich.

By some miracle, the day went by fast. I was in and out of classes, throwing myself into the lessons as hard as I could. But, it seemed as if my teachers were completely hell bent on otherwise. Mr. Zasor was curt as always, but rather than call me for every question on the board, he simply let me be in class. Ms. Palmer and Mr. Carson were also lax when it came to their class. Mrs. Olsen and Mr. Coppergut outright told our classes that it was a free period.

When school was finally let out, I walked Stasi out to her car. There was no point in me going home if i'd have to be back in an hour. I'd rather sit in the locker room stewing than at sitting home stewing. It was better to keep my mind in the game.

"I'll see you later tonight, lyubov." Stasi said, turning to me when we got to her white Mercedes, her mouth curling into her trademark fangy grin.

"Yeah, i'll see you, Stasi." I replied, shoving my hands in my hoodie pocket.

"You'll do fine, Chris." Stasi replied. "You'll do perfect. I know you will."

"Thanks." I said, holding out my arms for a hug. Stasi gave me a fangy smile before stepping up. I wrapped my arms around her lithe frame, holding her tight to me. The smell of strawberries flooded my nostrils and I smiled so hard that my cheeks began to hurt. "I love you."

"I love you too." She said, stepping back and bringing her cold hands up to my face. She cupped my cheeks and pulled me towards her, giving me a sensual and passionate kiss. When she broke it, her face was pink, but her crystal blue eyes were bright. "Easy."

"Easy." I replied. We said it every time we were going to do something difficult. Why did we say it was easy if it was difficult? Because we had each other to lean on. "See you tonight."

"See you too." Stasi replied, before pecking me once more on the cheek. She turned around and got into her car. She honked the horn and waved. Then, my best friend drove off, leaving me in the parking lot. I felt a twinge of pain in my chest when she departed. I missed her as soon as she got in the car.

I stood there for a moment, really grasping the situation I was in. A championship, the chance to call myself the best, eluded me for four years. Now, I was closer than i'd ever be in my life. My last chance to win it all.

One last wild ride before we rode off into the sunset.

******

I padded into the locker room, music blasting through my headphones. I was greeted by a few of my teammates, but the majority simply ignored me. Every man was off in his own little world, preparing for the storm that was brewing. I liked it like that. I never liked a rowdy locker room. I enjoyed a quiet, focused, almost military-like atmosphere. A place where the tension could be cut with a knife.

I walked to my locker, putting in my code and pulling off the lock. I pulled open the door, my eyes trailing to the countless colorful stickers attached to the interior of the door. It took me a second to realize they weren't just stickers, but they were sticky notes. I tentatively unstuck the first one, an extra large index card taped to the metal, and read it.

You would not believe how long it took for me to get your code right >:( I banged my head on your locker so much. X

A smile broke out on my face when I felt that familiar flutter in my heart.

Of course.

Stasi.

She always struggled with the locker combinations on both her locker and mine. It wasn't just the thought of her slamming her forehead on her locker every time she got her code wrong. It was the thought of her being there. When I needed her most, she was always there for me. She might not have been there physically, but she was there with her love notes. Those little pieces of paper went a long way.

I set the pink one aside gently, unsticking the next one.

You'll do great, lyubov. :) love you with all my heart. X

I unstuck it again, reading the next one.

Wonder how I got these in here? ;) X

I did wonder how she got these here. Of course, she knew everything. From my locker combination, to my phone password, she knew it all. What I did want to know was how she got them into the locker room! Maybe she knew the janitor. I unstuck the note again, reading the next one. The handwriting was notably different.

This actually isn't Anna. It's Lucy. Good luck! You'll do great! X

By this point, I was smiling so much that my cheeks were hurting. I set it aside, unsticking the next one.

I don't care how good/bad you do, lyubov. You're the best, I love you, and you earned some post game head! <3 :) X

"What are you smiling about?" Viktor asked, stepping up next to me.

Jumping about thirty feet in the air, I quickly crumpled up the sticky note, holding the balled piece of paper in my hand. "Nothing." I replied, quickly. I didn't want him to hear... or rather see, what his older sister and I got up to in the bedroom.

Viktor looked around me, staring at my locker room door. "Anna did the sticky note thing again?" He complained. "No fair. Why do humans get all the glory?"

"Check yours. Maybe she did yours too." I said.

"Nah, she doesn't know my locker combination." Viktor muttered, opening his locker. "Only person that does is Abby and that's because I let her put some of her swim stuff in mi-... woah."

"What are you 'woahing' at?" I asked, looking at his locker... or rather, what was on his locker. Attached to the door was a bunch of sticky notes with what looked like Abby's handwriting on them. The sticky notes weren't just haphazardly slapped onto the door like mine. Instead, they were arranged in a colorful heart.

"Looks like someone's been taking relationship advice from Stasi." I cracked.

******

I was starting to feel the excitement only a good old Hockey game could bring. Even in the locker room, I could hear the rest of the school and what sounded like half the city moving into the Labyrinth. When the game was set to begin in an hour and after we concluded our stretches and warm ups, I finally took off my 'relaxing' clothes and changed into my hockey gear.