Willow had once read a webcomic in which the male lead was a Vampire. The protagonist of that webtoon had described the feeling of being bitten by the male lead Vampire as 'bliss'. It was all rainbows and roses and unicorns flying.

Then why does Rowan's bite hurt so much?

She had also read somewhere that Vampire bats were actually a thing and that they drank blood. But when the bat bites into the skin the one who is being bitten would feel nothing. Was Rowans bite some reverse physiology?

Willow bit her lip in order to avoid groaning, she stilled and the fact that she felt numb all over except for her neck didn't help. She could do nothing but focus on the fans that were buried in her neck and listen to her heart which seemed to have moved to her head and was beating a bit too loudly.

Willow could take it no more. "Rowan." She groaned. "Let go."

Rowan instead of doing what he was told to do, pulled her tighter, someone seems to be asking for a spanking. Willow wanted to weep badly. After all, she was named after the weeping willow.

"Rowan stop!"

Rowan growled in return.

Willow wanted to sigh dramatically, but the distance between them didn't let her, the distance being nothing, nor did the pain on her neck allow her to do anything else but put all her artention on the boy in front of her.

Seconds passed like hours till Willow felt faint. She was sure that she will lose consciousness any moment now.

Fainting twice with not long interval between them was a bit too much embarrassment for Willow. She wished she could bury herself deep or find out that she has been dreaming instead of fainting.

No! She had to stop this. Taking what ever air she could she yelled in her parent tone. "Rowan Kingson! Stop this racket the very moment or else face the consequences."

Rowan paused, Willow sighed. But before she could take the second breath Rowan flipped her over so that she was lying on the bed and he on top of her and then he continued with his sucking. But he had lessened the speed at which he was previously going. This time he was slightly gentler.

But it didn't make much difference to Willow, but it would if he would completely stop sucking her blood out. She liked her blood very much and would like to keep it to herself.

Willow groaned at the pain. Did Rowan's family not ask her to call for help?

"Can someone help?" Willow yelled with all her might.

Maybe she heard shuffling outside or maybe she didn't, she wasn't sure but after a long moment the door slowly opened.

Willow heard a loud gasp. They were probably wondering how Rowan broke free but before they could come in and question on it, Rowan stiffened, he raised his head to look behind him.

Rowan bared his bloody fangs at them.

"Listen to me Rowan, let her go." Said Rowan's mother.

Rowan glared at her as he pulled Willow closer to him, if that was even possible. "Mine!" Growled Rowan.

Horror struck Willow. His? His to eat? His personal blood bank? Sorry boss, but I'd like to pass this opportunity!

Willow pleadingly looked at Rowan's Mother. Save me her face said.

Rowan's mother stepped forward but before she could get in the door shut right on her face.

Her face.

Willow snapped her gaze to Rowan who had stretched his arm, but they were too far from the door for him to shut it while straddling Willow.

The word telekinesis popped in Willows head followed by eleven. The one who does strange things. She was afraid that the Russians would come and take Rowan away.

Willow stared at Rowan with her eyes wide. Was he for real? He, noticing her stare turned his head to her and smiled, fangs and all. He looked very much like the demon Rowan from her dream with that devilish smile on his face.

Willows heart skipped a beat, but then she noticed his bloody fangs painted with—well, blood. Her blood.

Willow tried to pull back, to free herself from him. He seemed to have taken in to notice it. The smile dropped.

"You're mine. Only mine." Said Rowan, he had thankfully stopped growling but he started shouting nonsense which made Willow's heart beat accelerate and her face redden with what little blood she had left in her body. "You can't get away from me."

Rowan lowered his head back to her neck, as if it belonged there. But unlike his earlier gentle bite, he switched the aggressive mode on. Much to Willow's torture.

"Rowan please."

But all her words went over his head. For he played her no heed and continued his job like his life depended on it. Though it kind of did, but Natasha did say that the poison won't kill him. Maybe if he'd take a drop per hour, both of them would be put of of their misery.

Rowan sucked hard at his neck, as if willing all her blood to his mouth. Willow couldn't bear it anymore.

"Rowan." Willow sobbed. "Rowan stop. You're hurting me."

Tears pooled in her eyes. Her eyes overflowed making the tears roll down her eyes. She couldn't even wipe it away since Rowan was pushing down on her body, entrapping her hands.

Rowan slowed on his sucking and then completely stopped. After a moment Willow felt something moist on her neck, which happened not to be her blood. Willow would have blushed if she had the energy to do so as Rowan licked her wound.

Rowan suddenly stiffened, worrying Willow at what was going to cone but then he loosened his hand which had been holding her close to him.

Rowan froze on top of her body. Willow couldn't even feel the contraction of his chest nor could she see his face which was still buried in her neck.

Willow wondered if Medusa had passed by and turned him into stone but he still felt warm over her body so Willow dismissed the idea.

Willow didn't dare move. So she too froze, or atleast tried to but the loss of blood in her body made her take in oxygen in large amount.

Rowan who had been on top of her slowly rolled off her then he rolled again facing away from her.

Willow stared incredulously at Rowan who now lay on his side. She stared at his back as if willing him for an explanation.

But she didn't make a single sound, except for that of her loud breathing, which she tried to quieten too.

Rowan laying at his side looked like he was depressed. Willow blinked. Shouldn't she be the depressed one here? She was clearly robbed of her blood. Talk about giving an inch but taking a mile. Or in this case miles, since he did take in a lot of her blood.

Willow just glared daggers at Rowan's back. But she wasn't stupid enough to do anything else. She didn't want him to jump on her and take away the remaining blood.

She had to escape. That was totally it.

Willow got up or atleast tried to. She needed to charge her body, as quick as possible. At her fifth try she finally got up. She did it as quietly as possible, she didn't want to alarm this Rowan.

Willow imagined herself to be a spy. She had to get out of this room to save mankind. And she will, save mankind that is, and also herself. Pushing her leg to the side she felt her feet touch the ground. With the support of her hands she put herself to her feet.

Biggest mistake of her life. Or atleast one of them.

Her feet turned to cherry jello and she felt that it was about to splatter to the ground. She grabbed for the bed. The very moment she was pulled into a chest.

Willow flinched. The only other person beside herself in this room was blood thief—ahem Rowan!

The flinch didn't go unnoticed by Rowan.

"Willow," said Rowan, making her heart skip a beat at the familiar tone. "It's me."

"Rowan?"

"I'm sorry." Said Rowan. "I'm really sorry. I wasn't—no I was in the wrong. But I'm willing to do everything to ask for—"

Willow cut him off by wrapping her arms around Rowan with the little energy she had left.

She was glad that Rowan was fine.