They had their eyes on Lara for only a couple of hours after they'd found out the last demon destroyer had disappeared from the fold. Well, Ethan'd had his eyes on her for much longer. Near a whole month. He needed her now and had needed her longer, but this wasn't a contest. It was him fulfilling an obligation.
He needed a soul to keep him going and hers was perfect. But was that perfect? He was aware that part of hesitation stemmed from a strong yearning to find the mythical soul mate. Does a ghost soul-stealer get to have a soul mate? Knowing that a soul could be the mate of his animated corpse became such a dream he wanted to see it everywhere, yet he saw it nowhere. Now, stalking her, whispers of his soul mate surrounded around her in his mind, making hazy his dazed vision. He had to have her. But could he doom her to such a fate?
Living off the souls of others, preying on them was what he did. It was disgusting but that wouldn't stop him from letting his existence end. Even if it meant ending the existence of others. Yet, knowing he could be damning her was murderous to his mind and soul. The fear and anticipation that she wasn't the one (and that he was damning her no matter what) could not be a consideration. He had to go in for the kill. After all, if it was the kill, he would have to cope with having her soul coursing through his dead dirt body. He just wasn't sure he could bear a claim to her soul without having her. If didn't have to steal souls monthly to survive and he couldn't gather the courage to end his existence--he knew that without the hope of finding his soul mate and ending his ugly existence. Or was this a vampire fairy tale, like stakes to the heart? Heart? Cha. What heart?
He stalked his prey, following her to her box apartment. He wanted to close around her, possessive and smothering, like her small apartment. He watched her grapple with the silk or tee shirt option to sleep in. He wanted the silk, of course. He flicked his tongue across his eager leaps seeing her choose it and lay down for sleep encircled in its softness. While attuning his awareness of her consciousness to lull and drag her to sleep, predatorily he salivated at thoughts of it being her last sleep. Other sides of him, the souls absorbed into his animated corpse heated with earth's pulsing dirt and maybe some lingering piece of his long-gone human soul, all cried out inside him and fell into sad acceptance of what was going to happen.
He descended atop her small body and crushed the wall of his chest into her soft breasts. The pounding, insistent urge in his pants strained and he felt the animal being not so much within. Ready for the revitalization of his body, he lustily drank of the pounding of her very alive heart He sank his teeth into her, a deep and full penetration in the lush swell of her breast near that pumping heart. He drank of her quicker than the erection in his pants pulsed and heated in response.
