1 Name: Lady_wHY? : 2009-10-10 20:38 [Del]
Notes: Nothing to do with Underworld despite the term "Lycan" Nothing to do with Twilight despite a sexy vampire. Written in this perspecive as a favor to a dear friend. (Who will be flogged if he fails to comment this, tehe.)
I heard her gentle heartbeat even from a few yards away where I hid in the shadows. Her smell had lured me off the street a few evenings ago, and she stood at her half-story high balcony as a habit. I’d checked the other day and it was fair game, even without an invitation. Thankfully I wasn’t too hungry or I’d have taken her the first night I saw her; beautiful sight that she was.
Her slim frame moved with a grace that’d made me consider that another of my kind had gotten to her first, changing her and taking her as his own. But she didn’t have that scent, not the scent of a predator. No, in fact everything about her suggested prey. Her wide eyes glistened with a fear and innocence combined into something so tempting I can’t even begin to describe it. It was an animalistic urge that compelled me to act but my love of games that forced me to take my time.
I allowed myself to listen in on the intoxicating sound her pulse, promising the deep red nectar hidden below the skin. I could have just lingered there for hours, thinking about the feeling of her gentle flesh giving way under my sharp fangs, freeing her trapped blood. It called to me; begging for release; begging for me to relish it as it knew I would.
But, interrupting my dream and destroying my ecstasy, her doorbell rang, and she hurried off to answer it. Frustrated at first perhaps, I took advantage of this and got up on the balcony; leaning against the wall contently, taking her scent even there due to her habitual stargazing.
I heard her conversing with a male inside, obviously her lover. I couldn’t understand why thought, he treated her in so callous a manner it was as if she meant nothing. I thought back to my years as a mortal and considered for a moment how I’d have treated such a creature had she chosen me. But ah, the ways of men do change and creatures such as I do not do so with them.
It surprised me when he struck her but even more strange, was her reaction. She seemed to slip into a distant ecstasy similar to what I’d seen in humans I fed from. But when I did it, the effect was caused by a mild hypnosis to make the feeding easier; this human just enjoyed her pain and mistreatment at the hand of her large mate for the sake of the pain. Maybe a good deal more fun with this one to be had than even I’d considered before…
Apparently he was cutting this visit short, taking his leave as suddenly as he’d appeared. I hoped against hope that she’d come back outside to give me my turn with her. Maybe I could take her and make her a bloodslave, getting rid of her brutish lover. Something about him seemed lycan; leaving a sour taste in my mouth and burning my nose slightly.
I heard her gentle footsteps coming closer, her pace speaking of disappointment and frustration. I got the feeling he often left her like this though because she didn’t seem surprised by it. She’d be surprised soon enough though, I thought with a wicked grin. She passed through the doorway and I moved behind her quickly, letting her mind feel my presence. Normally it was masked to humans, their instincts warning them of me due to the generations of us preying on them.
She turned, obviously surprised but not yet afraid except perhaps in the back of her mind. Her eyes went wide and she seemed to shrink up into herself because of her instinctual fear.
“Hello, Anna.” My voice was smooth, like crushed velvet and I knew full well that it felt like a caress to her mind, soothing her slightly while sickening some part deep inside.
She seemed bewildered by my knowing her name and didn’t reply for a moment, her eyes darting about franticly as she looked for a way out. “Who are you?” She whispered. I saw something odd about her, a glowing curiosity behind the confusion and stronger than the fear. Did she perhaps sense the predator in me capable of catering to the prey in her?
I hesitated for a moment but finally decided to tell her my name. “You may call me Stephen.” I flashed a semi-sensual grin. I didn’t make mistakes; by the end of the evening she’d either be dead or a loyal pet. I extended a hand, anxious to feel her soft skin brush mine, giving me the briefest sense of warm I’d known in the living.
She accepted the offered hand, though the lack of warmth in my grasp caused her to finally exhibit her fear outwardly. She seemed at a loss for words and I was at a loss for patience so I pulled her close to me. The very air around her came forward to take my sense by storm; as if giving me a teasing taste of her.
I felt her, the delicate bundle of warmth and blood, in my arms and fought hard for control not to destroy her then, ripping her to rags and rolling in the pieces that remained. “You will call me Stephen, won’t you love?” I played about in her mind a bit, making her fear of me fade while working up the curiosity already there.
She looked at me, her breathing unsteady due to her racing pulse (A tease, testing my control it was to feel her life stream just under her delicate pale skin) before nodding mutely. She was composing the question in her mind, I could feel it, I just didn’t know what she was going to ask. “What are you?” Her voice was soft and childlike but it had quite the effect on me, practically making my ears roar with hunger.
I chuckled softly, watching her scan my features still, wondering what she made of my flawless skin and cold dark eyes. I looked up at the moon for a moment, the light catching and causing the smallest little flecks of gold. Looking back down at her I replied “Whatever you want me to be.” I smoothed down her hair, the soft red tresses submitting to my gentle touch. “Do you mind my company tonight, beautiful?”
She considered it a moment, still confused curious and, I considered what it may be for a moment, wanting before muttering, “I can’t say I mind it too horribly much…”
I smiled down at her, practically hanging off of me due to her weak knees. “Oh but what if I’m a horrible monster? Whatever shall you do then?” I teased and hinted.
She smiled, apparently having guessed somewhere in the back of her mind that as much was the case anyway. “Then you’ll find me quite the interesting prey.”
I lowered my mouth to her delicate neck, testing her limits as well as my control, breathing in her beautiful scent, letting it wash over me like a luxurious bath. “What if I were to bite down right now and take everything you had?” I suggested, my voice leaning toward a primitive growl now.
“It would be quite the interesting occasion, one I would not mind greatly,” she paused, apparently considering.”Stephen.” She added my name in an intimate whisper like some afterthought to complete her spell over me.
Unable to take anymore of this playing at civility, I found that my fangs had sunk down out of my gums during the equivalent to foreplay; now quite sharp and long in anticipation. Unable to stand controlling myself, I grabbed at her hair harshly, pulling her head to the side and exposing further her delicate neck.
I heard just barely her slight gasp of surprise as I sunk my fangs deep into her skin, right over a mark of possession left by her rightly-guessed-at lycan. Mine went far deeper than his was the last thought before my mind was consumed by the taste of her blood on my tongue; finding its way down my throat.
I felt her body go ridged for a moment in surprise before relaxing as she rode a wave of ecstasy herself, brought on by the pain alone apparently. There was some part of her not so lost in her quirk that tried fighting me, one hand pushing against my chest, already feeble due to bloodloss and lack of support from the rest of her body and mind.
I could feel her breathing, both through her windpipe and against my face, begin to grow shallow as I sucked greedily at the welling spring of blood beneath my teeth. The animal in me wouldn’t be appeased though until I had thoroughly ruined this defenseless human, limp and weak in my arms, so I ripped and tore at the delicate skin at my mercy. More blood flooded my mouth, rejoicing at its new found freedom and purpose.
I felt her getting dangerously weak though, just as the thirst began to fade, and forced myself to pull away, allowing myself to lap away gently what came after I had stopped destroying her. She supported herself entirely on my arms, a feeble creature dependent on me. This was also an empowering experience, one which I wouldn't be used to any time soon.
“May I take you to lay down, love?” I asked, fishing for an invitation inside.
She gestured vaguely towards the house, barely aware where it was. I lifted her in my arms and took her inside to her bed, placing her gently.
Finally decided on what I was going to do with such a beautiful little pain freak, I bit my finger, letting the finest little drop of blood pool on the tip. I touched it to her tongue, letting the effects take.
The blood wouldn’t turn her, not that small an amount, but it would bind her to me, altering her scent so both my kind and the lycans stayed clear of her, including her boyfriend. It would also heal her, letting her blood regenerate faster and keeping her battered neck from scaring.
Perhaps most importantly, it would leave her wanting nothing but my return to take her again, my beautiful little plaything.
