darkness, then it comes up from nowhere. a blink, and a drop of blood hits the puddle it has made. the blood drips trail upwards to a table where the little river has been left to trail. it follows to a face, the woman.. she lays there over the table, her mouth open, her eyes open, she is staring as blood drips from her nose and her mouth. a whimper comes out... then a mumble as a man is revealed in the corner, hunched over and in the fetal position. he looks up, his eyes are not blinking but he is looking at her. a smile on his face as he lowers down to cover his face in his knees. she is unmoving as he speaks now slowly.
“why honey. I did it the way it was done on me, I did it the way I was told” he looks up and he moves over to lift her up setting to sit up straight. he lifts his arm and putting his wrist over her mouth, slowly letting a trickle of blood into her mouth as it fills then seeps over her lips. he closes her mouth for her and then lets her go. she slumps forward and hits her head in he table once more, the blood splatters out and he steps back ashamed looking down.
he slumps down to her feet and begins to mumble once more. then it becomes clear as a few more drops hit the pool now forming, he starts speaking louder, his eyes begins to open then close once more. another blood from but this one is away from the puddle. its from him crying blood tears. his teeth clench tighter and his lips open showing that anger that comes next. after sadness takes hold his hands clench and he begins to growl in his throat. the blood has trickled down his chin. he stands quickly and looks over to the woman now.
“WAKE UP!” he screams now stamping his foot down onto the floor. moving closer to her now and trying to nudge her to wake up. she moves by his nudging her, then he begins to forcefully move her now, shrugging her and screaming. her eyes close and he jerks back now hitting a wall. but she slumps back down onto the table in the puddle of blood. she isn’t moving anymore. he moved over to nudge her once more now as he looks over to a picture on the wall. seeing her smiling and in he sun. he turns his head and looks back to her now as she does not move. she isn’t moving. he closes his eyes as her voice comes out now. she is speaking to him, but this was of the passed, a moment ago.
“tell me you love me Scott” He smiles as he kisses her exposed breast and licks around her pink flesh. suckling like a baby on her tit and drinking for milk as best he could. His hands were everywhere, strolling up her sides and cupping her bosoms. a grin on his face as she moaned in the mingling terror of death. his head tilted tot he side as he swelled blood into that dead limp organ and hardened it for her. she would soon learn that the kiss was better than the prick. His eyes closed as he felt her warmth envelope his manhood. how she cringed in his pressure. her breathing increased as he began to pump her now. her juices coating his manhood. yet he didn’t feel anything. the rush was not coming up fully for him, not yet... not yet.
“I love you Julia” spoken as his fangs graced her neck slowly, just over a vein that he could stab into at any moment. how her blood rushed through them, pumped by her heart which was racing as she whimpered with his erect penis inside her still. she was cumming and he could smell it, she was dying slowly as she was hitting wave upon wave of orgasm. But, he didn’t feel anything, she didn’t know that. a predator was always a predator. his hard on was a cover up for her, to let her know he was still alive. but she knew he was dead, he did it for her because she knew only mortal heights. she knew only how the greatest rush was for mortals. she didn’t know that there was something better, she would learn it. but, stopping this moment of joy as she reeled from another hard wave from his pounding she stopped him. putting her arms up to his chest and looking into his eyes. in her mind she was ready.
“will you make me like you?” he blinked and smiled. he wanted this moment for the longest time. to have her in his arms forever. to hunt with her. to feed from her to live death with her. it was now.
“if you want me to baby” that sly little phrase used so many times. but he used it for her, he used it for her and he said it to test her.
