Since her presence was embedded so deeply in my skin, and had seeped into my pores until I could no longer wash off her scent, it was no wonder she consumed my every thought, long before I woke up.
Her sweet fragrance, her inviting warmth, the way those pale blue eyes always flicked around whenever she thought she had heard me; I was obsessed with everything that had to do with the little creature that had fully bewitched me.
My eyes slowly drifted open, having been woken up by the chill that had arrived with the rise of the moon, a hard bulge already aching painfully between my legs.
I dragged a hand across my face, chuckling. It hadn't even been a full 24 hours after my last gaze upon her, and yet, I was like an addict, already counting the hours for my next fix, the next time I would be able to lay eyes on her.
I heaved myself up and made my way across my darkened bedroom, then drew back the heavy curtains. The crescent moon shone like a beacon high up in the inky nighttime sky. Opening the window, I drew in a deep breath of the fresh air after spending hours in my musty attic bedroom.
Already, my nose itched in the absence of her sweet scent. I needed to see her, now. The sudden urge was stronger than anything I had ever felt, stronger than my urge to eat, despite not having had anything to feed on for the last couple of days. I'd been too preoccupied with watching her, even then.
I dressed quickly and left my house, not even bothering to lock the door. Despite my home being my safe haven, apart from her, people tend to avoid it. The entire street, in fact, is in dire need of restoration, seeing as all the houses are dilapidated and seem abandoned. I love it, however.
I made my way down the cracked street. In the distance, the church bell chimed once, signalling the time.
A quarter past eleven.
If I hurried, I could still make it before midnight.
I observed the occasional person passing by me. They all wore thick coats and scarves, yet all I had on me was my worn jacket. The soft leather moulded perfectly against my wide shoulders, and I know I looked good. Still, what it made up for in style, it lacked in the warmth department. Despite it being late September, it was unnaturally cold this year. I picked up my pace, impatient to finally catch a glimpse of her.
I wondered if she was already asleep. These last few weeks, she'd gone to bed later and later. She looked so fucking gorgeous when she slept, but it was fascinating to watch her do something other than lie in bed, too. I simply could not explain it; it was fascinating to watch her do something so trivial like studying. And even though I couldn't sneak in unnoticed while she was still awake, I revelled in watching her from her half-opened window.
Turning left and onto her street, my gaze was firmly fixed on the little white house at the end of the street. I could already picture her sitting by her desk, drowsy eyes trying to keep open while she tried writing notes off of the thick textbook. Could already see the way her long lashes fluttered open, cheeks rosy from embarrassment at almost falling asleep.
I tipped my head back as I reached her front yard, breathing in deeply. Cool nighttime air, the sweet fragrance of decaying leaves and an apple and cinnamon candle burning somewhere, but almost hidden behind all of the other scents was hers. Sweet and innocent, mingling in between all other smells, it was the one that set my senses on fire, the only one to light my skin from within.
Licking my teeth at the sudden arousal, I crossed the yard, quietly making my way to the back of the house, the side where her room was situated.
Leaning against the gnarled oak tree in her garden, I tipped my head up to the only window that was illuminated from within. From my position, I could make out her figure, hunched over her desk, writing manically.
I grinned, showing my teeth. Looks like my girl was feeling productive tonight. Maybe a burst of inspiration had hit her. Pride swelled in my chest, and my cock grew even harder. She was so smart, so dedicated to her work. My intelligent, gorgeous, delicious little slut.
I licked my lips. I couldn't wait to climb up to her tonight. I just had to feel her warm skin on my fingertips, had to bury my nose in her luscious hair. I wanted to--no,
needed
to--bury myself into her tonight, needed to feel her heat enveloping me deeply, fully.
I didn't have to wait long. Already ten minutes after my arrival, she yawned and laid her pen down. She stood up and stretched, then disappeared from the window. A minute later, the lights in her room went out.
I stood out in the darkness, nothing but the moon lighting up her house in a ghostlike shine. I waited a while, until the church bell chimed once more.
Quarter to twelve.
No longer able to wait any longer, I made my way across the grass. Gripping the rainwater pipe tightly, I hoisted myself up the side of the wall, finding purchase in the cracks between the bricks. Slowly, I made my way up the wall, until finally, I was directly outside her half-opened window. Perching myself on the windowsill, I watched the motionless form on the bed for a couple of seconds. I watched how her chest rose and sank in a steady rhythm, before reaching out and fully pushing open the window.
It opened seamlessly, and within seconds, I had swung my legs over and had slid smoothly onto the carpeted floor with a silent
thud
.
For a moment, I stood there, still as a statue. She hadn't heard me climbing in, and continued breathing out evenly on the bed. Edging closer step by step, never taking my eyes off her, pure, dark lust coursed through my blood. She looked like an absolute angel.
An angel whose pretty face I wouldn't mind defiling. An angel whose innocent body I would love to corrupt. An angel I wouldn't mind ruining, destroying.
She was
mine
, Goddammit.
I was panting too loudly, too overcome with my unbridled desire for this pure little thing, sleeping, so unaware of what was happening right next to her.
This thought jerked me out of my lust-filled haze. If she couldn't sense my presence while sleeping, she wouldn't sense anybody else standing over her, watching her. And there would be others, her scent alone was too enticing. That was the reason why I had found her, in the first place, all those months ago.
Blood pounded in my ears, and all I could see was red. A sudden urge to take her, to claim her, overtook me, making me step forward.
Just the thought of someone,
something
, else's hands on her made me murderous. Since I was with her all the time during the night, I knew I could fend off any intruders then, but what about during the day? She most certainly won't realise anything amiss, wouldn't sense any predatory creatures lusting after her, until it would be too late.
With that realisation, I snarled, and lunged towards the bed. Every other time, I tried to be gentle, tried not to wake her, but the unwavering anger at her, the anger of her maybe one day catching someone else's attention, of her maybe one day having someone else's hands roam over her sacred skin sent a savage wave of pure, unadulterated rage through me.
All rational thoughts in my brain disappear, making me act like the savage creature I was. And usually, I sneered at anyone who dared insinuate how I could be any less than civilised, anyone who lumped me together with the rest of my kind, turned my nose at my brethren who couldn't control themselves in a bout of the purest addiction.
And yet, I was losing control over her in the exact same way I usually condemned them for. And God dammit, I would gladly let my already askewed morals go flying out the window if it meant that she was eternally going to be mine.
Grabbing the sides of her face, I kissed her, hard. She jerked awake at my ice-cold lips pressing onto hers. She started to struggle and to try and push me away immediately. Unfortunately for her, but fortunately for me, I was much stronger, holding her tightly pressed to me. She managed to detach her lips from mine, gasping for air. I wasted no time in taking the opportunity to plunge my tongue into her open mouth, pushing it between her lips to sweep and taste her mouth.
Fuck.
Her taste.
She tasted like sunshine; like heaven.
And even though I'd never believed in God, had mocked him and his religion my entire existence, at that moment, I firmly believed that she must've been an angel handpicked to serve an entity who would never in a million years deserve her. So if even the almighty God didn't deserve her, how the hell could I, a lowly, deprived creature of the night, claim her for myself?
As I kissed her, breathing in her scent and listening to her soft whimpers, I came to a startling realisation.
I did not care.
Maybe it was the fact that I was a pitiful creature with no real moral code anyway, that I couldn't bring myself to care about what she should have deserved. All I knew was that I was a selfish bastard. Had been all my life, just like all the others like me, and that now that she was in my arms, I'd never let the angel escape my grasp ever again. If God did exist and had forever banned me from heaven as a punishment for merely existing, then I'd steal a piece of paradise back for my own selfish needs.
Too bad she'd caught my attention. Because now that my little angel had it, I wasn't planning on casting it elsewhere, ever.
Our kind liked the promise of eternity, after all.
I groaned, deepening the kiss and sucked on her plump bottom lip. No matter how many times I'd breathed in her scent, tasted her sweet cunt as she slept, I would never have thought that her mouth would hold the same sweetness. I usually despised kissing, and couldn't understand how an exchange of saliva could excite anyone. It was too messy, too unhygienic. But kissing her?
