All of Me
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,777
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
All of Me
She ran, faster and faster, down an alley, through the darkened streets, until breathless she finally reached the relative safety of the park. Surely it wasn\'t foolish enough to attack here. Was it? People milled about, enjoying the warm spring air, completely heedless of the young girl in their midst that was doubled over, trying to catch her breath. They gave her no more than a cursory glance, if they gave her even that.
And then she saw him - it - and she straightened up so fast her back screamed in protest as she did so. His pale skin was hardly noticeable under the lights that lined the pathway through the park - the path she now stood on, rooted by fear and, though she\'d never admit it, curiosity. He made his way to her, eyes shining unnaturally, glinting like those of a cat. He smiled once, and she could see the flash of those teeth and the crinkling of his brow for the briefest instant before his face shifted back to normal.
No one else noticed, no one else saw, and she began to shake as he came closer, clenching her hands into tight fists at her sides, willing herself to stay where she was. If she ran again, she\'d have no chance - no chance at all. Slow, evenly paced strides - his long legs covering the distance quickly and easily until he was close enough to touch.
\"Why do you run from your fate?\" His voice was soothing, the words even and flowing out like silk. They wrapped around her, easing her fears, and she wondered briefly why she had run. He was so utterly beautiful, and he wasn\'t going to hurt her, he wasn\'t going to kill her - not really. He was going to introduce her to a new way to live, something she should be grateful for not many people were allowed such an opportunity. And she was beautiful, would do well by his side.
He was pressed against her now, arms wrapped around her as if in a lover\'s embrace, and she was lost in his eyes. They were no austere black, where evil lurked in shadowy vision. They were a pure and fathomless blue, not cruel, but open and guileless - and it was as if they held the secrets of millenniums within. He bent his head, brushing his lips softly on her skin, smiling when she shivered with a sudden desire for him she hadn\'t known was there.
\"I\'m scared,\" she whispered to him, her lips brushing against his ear, and she felt him shiver beneath her hands, which were now wrapped around his neck. He let one hand drift down, gripping her waist gently, pulling her closer still.
\"We aren\'t monsters, you know. We are different is all - ordained by some cruel God or Goddess to live life forever - and usually alone.\" His voice had a sadness to it, and her heart broke just a little then.
She lifted her hand up and ran it down his cheek, surprised that his flesh was warm to the touch - but smooth, like marble under her fingertips. \"You\'re beautiful,\" she breathed out, eyes locked with his.
\"No, it is you who are beautiful.\" And suddenly, in her mind, she could see herself as he saw her. Long black hair, flowing in waves down her back, glinting silver in the moonlight as she had run. Eyes that were startling green, eyes he was falling into and it didn\'t matter. Long, perfectly shaped legs I want wrapped around me and her full, red lips That I want to kiss and taste until I know nothing but you and a body that curved just so, and even under her clothes she could never hide what a beautiful woman she was And you will be mine.
And slowly he lowered his lips to hers, and she allowed it - didn\'t move away, and all at once he was everything to her. He tasted like a thousand different things that were wonderful, yet none of them, not really. She pressed into him, and her body fit perfectly with his, and his hands ran down her back and cupped her arse, and pulled her closer still, and she gasped when she felt his hardness pressing into her, the heat from that was radiating from it rushing through her body.
And then he pulled back, and she felt as if she was starving for him, and she moaned low in her throat, craving him so badly she could taste it. \"Do you want what I offer you?\" As he spoke, he pulled her into a copse of trees, where they were hidden from view in the shadows and the darkness of the night. And now his hands explored further, slipping under her shirt, long graceful fingers that were cold and hot all at once and made her arch towards him wantonly.
\"Please,\" she managed to gasp out, even as his fingers teased her nipples, making them hard peaks. His lips went once again to her neck, kissing nibbling, and she groaned low in her throat as his hand left her nipples. She felt alone, exposed, and then his hand had unbuttoned her jeans and slipped down, and they brushed her heat softly - teasingly. And then he changed, his face morphed, but he wasn\'t a monster anymore. He was cursed, and alone, and he wanted her to ease his loneliness forever.
Sharp teeth glinted sharply for a moment at the corner of her vision, and she braced herself for pain, but it never came. When he sank his teeth into her neck, the heat built inside her until she thought she would burst, his fingers plunged into her center as he drank her blood, and she lost herself in him until he was everything and the world had ceased to exist.
And then the world was fading, the blackness creeping into her vision, her mind slowly fading, and she felt something pressed to her lips, a slow trickle of warmth and sweetness and she drank as though she had been starving - drank and drank until her vision was no longer tinged with black - drank until it seemed the world was glowing with light and color - only for her.
She heard him groan, a sound that sounded both painful and filled with desire all at one time, and suddenly the flow of sweetness so good, want more stopped, and she looked up and saw him there, and she was his now, and he was hers.
She licked her lips and kissed him then, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, wrapping her hands through his hair, fingers threading and pulling and she was tasting him. She was tasting her blood, mingled with everything in the world. His touch, the lightest brush of his fingers shot through her, and the moon had never seemed so bright, and the world had never held such promise before.
\"I\'m hungry,\" she whispered into the kiss, the words becoming lost in the night. But he heard her, he was in her head, but that was all right, for she was in his now - they were one, finally, he had her now and together they would be unstoppable.
And then she saw him - it - and she straightened up so fast her back screamed in protest as she did so. His pale skin was hardly noticeable under the lights that lined the pathway through the park - the path she now stood on, rooted by fear and, though she\'d never admit it, curiosity. He made his way to her, eyes shining unnaturally, glinting like those of a cat. He smiled once, and she could see the flash of those teeth and the crinkling of his brow for the briefest instant before his face shifted back to normal.
No one else noticed, no one else saw, and she began to shake as he came closer, clenching her hands into tight fists at her sides, willing herself to stay where she was. If she ran again, she\'d have no chance - no chance at all. Slow, evenly paced strides - his long legs covering the distance quickly and easily until he was close enough to touch.
\"Why do you run from your fate?\" His voice was soothing, the words even and flowing out like silk. They wrapped around her, easing her fears, and she wondered briefly why she had run. He was so utterly beautiful, and he wasn\'t going to hurt her, he wasn\'t going to kill her - not really. He was going to introduce her to a new way to live, something she should be grateful for not many people were allowed such an opportunity. And she was beautiful, would do well by his side.
He was pressed against her now, arms wrapped around her as if in a lover\'s embrace, and she was lost in his eyes. They were no austere black, where evil lurked in shadowy vision. They were a pure and fathomless blue, not cruel, but open and guileless - and it was as if they held the secrets of millenniums within. He bent his head, brushing his lips softly on her skin, smiling when she shivered with a sudden desire for him she hadn\'t known was there.
\"I\'m scared,\" she whispered to him, her lips brushing against his ear, and she felt him shiver beneath her hands, which were now wrapped around his neck. He let one hand drift down, gripping her waist gently, pulling her closer still.
\"We aren\'t monsters, you know. We are different is all - ordained by some cruel God or Goddess to live life forever - and usually alone.\" His voice had a sadness to it, and her heart broke just a little then.
She lifted her hand up and ran it down his cheek, surprised that his flesh was warm to the touch - but smooth, like marble under her fingertips. \"You\'re beautiful,\" she breathed out, eyes locked with his.
\"No, it is you who are beautiful.\" And suddenly, in her mind, she could see herself as he saw her. Long black hair, flowing in waves down her back, glinting silver in the moonlight as she had run. Eyes that were startling green, eyes he was falling into and it didn\'t matter. Long, perfectly shaped legs I want wrapped around me and her full, red lips That I want to kiss and taste until I know nothing but you and a body that curved just so, and even under her clothes she could never hide what a beautiful woman she was And you will be mine.
And slowly he lowered his lips to hers, and she allowed it - didn\'t move away, and all at once he was everything to her. He tasted like a thousand different things that were wonderful, yet none of them, not really. She pressed into him, and her body fit perfectly with his, and his hands ran down her back and cupped her arse, and pulled her closer still, and she gasped when she felt his hardness pressing into her, the heat from that was radiating from it rushing through her body.
And then he pulled back, and she felt as if she was starving for him, and she moaned low in her throat, craving him so badly she could taste it. \"Do you want what I offer you?\" As he spoke, he pulled her into a copse of trees, where they were hidden from view in the shadows and the darkness of the night. And now his hands explored further, slipping under her shirt, long graceful fingers that were cold and hot all at once and made her arch towards him wantonly.
\"Please,\" she managed to gasp out, even as his fingers teased her nipples, making them hard peaks. His lips went once again to her neck, kissing nibbling, and she groaned low in her throat as his hand left her nipples. She felt alone, exposed, and then his hand had unbuttoned her jeans and slipped down, and they brushed her heat softly - teasingly. And then he changed, his face morphed, but he wasn\'t a monster anymore. He was cursed, and alone, and he wanted her to ease his loneliness forever.
Sharp teeth glinted sharply for a moment at the corner of her vision, and she braced herself for pain, but it never came. When he sank his teeth into her neck, the heat built inside her until she thought she would burst, his fingers plunged into her center as he drank her blood, and she lost herself in him until he was everything and the world had ceased to exist.
And then the world was fading, the blackness creeping into her vision, her mind slowly fading, and she felt something pressed to her lips, a slow trickle of warmth and sweetness and she drank as though she had been starving - drank and drank until her vision was no longer tinged with black - drank until it seemed the world was glowing with light and color - only for her.
She heard him groan, a sound that sounded both painful and filled with desire all at one time, and suddenly the flow of sweetness so good, want more stopped, and she looked up and saw him there, and she was his now, and he was hers.
She licked her lips and kissed him then, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, wrapping her hands through his hair, fingers threading and pulling and she was tasting him. She was tasting her blood, mingled with everything in the world. His touch, the lightest brush of his fingers shot through her, and the moon had never seemed so bright, and the world had never held such promise before.
\"I\'m hungry,\" she whispered into the kiss, the words becoming lost in the night. But he heard her, he was in her head, but that was all right, for she was in his now - they were one, finally, he had her now and together they would be unstoppable.