Ocean eyes, salty kiss ((2 person!))

It was late evening when I next awoke. It was not any noise or movement that woke me, but the sudden and startling need to feed. Practically entrances, I found myself quietly leaving the room, going out the front door, and walking down to the beach. At this time of day, it was empty, but my hearing could pick out a single male, a lifeguard driving down the beach. My instinct, my face suddenly softly into a smile as he came into view. He stopped his car, getting out, "Ma'am, are you alright? The beach is closed right now."
I held out my hand "Come here."
He stiffened, his eyes suddenly waxing over as I again repeated "Come here."
Slowly, he walled towards me, an as he walked, I stared singing. It was a wordless melody, but enchanting. He got within reach, his eyes still clouded.
I gently reached out my hand, my nails lengthening into claws as I touched his shoulder.
"Do not scream."
I attacked, his blood gushing as I fed, but he remained silent and still under the influence of my voice. When I was finished, I placed him back into the car, put foot on the gas, and steered him straight into the ocean. I made sure to stand back from the water. Everyone would honk he had crashed, then was attacked by sharks. The only thing that would betray that statement would be the thick multi-hued salt in various places on his body. They did not wash away after death.
Satisfied, I forced myself not to think too deeply on what I had done. I was completely animalistic when the hunger tool over, and I couldn't stop myself anyways. The remorse was deep, but I was fed. I headed back to Alex's house, washing my hands and mouth from blood, then promptly went back to sleep.

I woke early the next morning and quickly showered, washing the blood and salt from my body before walking out and pulled on some loose jeans. I headed to the kitchen where I prepared a full English breakfast.

I woke up the next morning feeling much more energetic. The current shirt of Alex's I wore had blood on it from last night, so I took it off, shoving it beneath the bed to dispose of later, going to the closet I found a button down shirt of Alex's that would be long on me. Putting that on, I found a belt to help cinch the waist and keep it from falling off. All the while, my stitched ached once in a while, but after that feeding, I was healing up nicely.
I slowly headed to the kitchen, smelling something good cooking.

I heard footsteps, turning to see Salt at the door, "Good morning." I said smiling, "Enjoy your rest?"

I gave him a bright nod, going and looking over his shoulder at what he was cooking.
"What do you call this?"

"Bacon, eggs, sausages, mushrooms, hashbrowns, tomatoes and beans." I said pointing to every item in turn

I nodded, interest in each item until Vicky came into the kitchen, "You won't believe what's on the news."
She turned to a big black box, and pressing something on the side, the box began a moving picture. I was familiar with sailers and their little worn our boxes, but this was very nice compared to those.
On the box, some man was standing on the beach with a microphone. It took me a moment to realize the beach was the same one I was on last night.
"... Apparently, a lifeguard drove his car into the water. From the brutal markings on the body, we are assuming this was a shark attack. Our only problem is figuring out why a lifeguard would drive into the ocean. This is channel 8 news, bringing the story to you."
"Crazy, right? Especially after those attacked sailors." Vicky's voice broke through my thoughts.

"Yeah crazy." I said thoughtfully, "But why was he attacked by a shark in his car?"

I pointed to the box, still listening to the report, "His door was open when he drove into the water."
I was feeling slightly guilty at this point.

"True." I said thoughtfully, "What you guys wanting?" I asked, changing subject as I began dishing up.

I was still full from last night, but I still pointed to the hashbrowns, "May I have some of those?"

"Sure, anything else?" I asked as I plated up Vicky and my usual portions.

I shook my head, "I'm not feeling too hungry, that will do just fine." I moved to take my plate from him.

i handed her her plate and took my own, carrying it to the table. "how are you feeling?" i asked as i sat down

"Much better" I answer as I sat down between him and Vicky, "I rested really well."

"How are the stitches holding?"

I paused for a moment. I assumed they were still holding, but I had been moving around alot last night. They ached, but I was still feeling good from feeding, so that wasn't an accurate response.
I gave him a smile, "Everything is fine."

"I'll need to check them after breakfast if that is okay." I said, slowly eating my breakfast, still thinking about the attack. Maybe it was one of the creatures after Salt

"So, Salt, where did you say you were from?" Vicky looked towards me.
"I don't think you have ever heard of it, actually," came my reply, "My family isn't really one for visitors."
"Ah, so you've got family?"
I nodded, taking a bite of my food, "My father, and three brothers."
"No mom?"
I shook my head, "She um... Remarried a few years ago." I gave a smile.
Vicky nodded knowingly, "Divorce?"
I had no idea what the word meant, but I nodded. In actually, another, stronger individual sought out my mother. There was a challenge, my father lost, and my mother was taken away, simple as that.

I looked at her as I ate. "Older or younger brothers?"

"All older." I answered, taking another bite, "Winter is 26, and has a mate- I mean, wife. Jax is 23, and Everet is 21."

"Any other family?" I asked, quickly finishing my breakfast.

I gave a none-committal shrug, "Yes, but we don't really speak with them much."

"Why not?" I asked, setting down my cutlery as I watched her carefully.

I thought for a moment about my family's situation. "Some of them prefer their space, that's all." I smiled sweetly.