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"Go to Mythland, take one of Sausage's bloodsheep," Gem told her brother. "That's what you usually do, right?"
"Sausage would kill me the second he lays eyes on me." fWhip sighed, licking his lips.
How he didn't cut his tongue on his fangs was a mystery.
He hadn't always been a vampire. Gem had already moved out of their parents' empire when the attack happened, and he'd come to her empire crying and begging her to use her magic to stop him from turning into one.
Gem hadn't been able to help him back then, but she could help him now.
"Bite me," she said, sounding a lot more confident than she felt.
"What?"
"You need a magical creature, and I'm a wizard. Wizards are magic, right? And you can't turn me."
fWhip sighed, eyes darting to her neck for just a second, before meeting her gaze again.
"Are you sure?"
Gem nodded. "Yeah."
He stepped forward, hands on her shoulders as he looked her in the eyes. She rarely saw her brother wear such a serious expression. "Tell me when to stop."
She nodded, and tried not to tense when his lips grazed her neck.
"Ready?"
"Go ahead."
Gem winced as her brother's needle-sharp fangs entered her skin, and he made a questioning noise, waiting for her to give permission to continue.
Her hand was trembling as she gave him a thumbs up.
It didn't hurt as much as she'd expected, the initial prick being replaced by numbness quite fast as he sucked blood out of the two pinpricks in her neck.
He was slow. Careful. Not nearly as greedy as she'd seen him drink from an animal.
Because he cared. He made sure she was okay.
He wasn't the monster he'd feared he'd become.
And she trusted him.