My Dear Sweet Porcelain Doll

Hey, this is my first fic so be kind. please review! ^.~
~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


She always felt out of place. No matter where she went. She was a half-breed and regretted her existence on this planet. She knew not which path to walk because neither was clear. No one ever stopped to help her and she felt nothing for those who did. At times, she felt merciful and protected her mother’s race, but then her father’s blood would burn in her veins and she would take them down. She had unrivaled power, or so she thought. She knew not of the man who had been watching her.
She quietly haunted the shadows, and the dreams of her victims. Tonight, her human half was buried to be forgotten. She turned their worse fears against them, watching them double over in pain and fear, and the sight appeased her. A grim smile spread across her face. Those who saw it and lived, said that her smile could take years off your life and was true, but how many years depended at how long you watched her. Every one feared her, no one would come close. At times the silence was welcomed, but then others she wished she could fall to her knees and die. She was a lonely being, damned to walk the earth for eternity as a vampire. She longed for someone to love her, but she found no one who would stay.
In her many centuries as a vampire, she had met men, but none of them proved more than a quick meal. She had wondered of there was another like her, roaming this planet as a god-forsaken creature. Has she been the only one to be forgotten? Was she the only one of her kind? She had tried to answer these questions thousands of times, but the answers died on her tongue. She quietly walked along the roof-top, keeping and eye on the man she had been following. When he paused at a dead-end, she leaped off the roof to land behind him.
“Boo.” She said coldly before driving her fangs into the soft flesh of his neck. She welcomed the taste of blood and feed greedily at the streams of crimson pouring from his wounds. Eventually, his blood ran dry and she tossed his body. She wanted more. But before she could resume her position on the roof, a cold voice shot out to her. She felt as if she had been frozen to the spot. She whipped around to face the man who addressed her.
“You’re Keira, are you not?” he had asked her. She stared at him, angry that this, what seemed to be, mortal, was addressing her without mentioning his name, and that he was bothering her and preventing her from continuing her hunt for blood. She slowly wiped the few remaining droplets of blood that lingered by her lips and answered him.
“What is it to you?” she replied coldly.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“Well, I’m sorry but I’m a bit busy now. Tell your vampire hunting buddies to find a new target.” She replied sarcastically. The man’s eyes burned with anger, but also with another emotion she was not familiar with. His brown eyes seemed to turn ebony, and a strange wind blew his brown hair around his handsome face. For some reason, she suddenly felt fear, an emotion she had felt in god knows how long. She took a step back, before spinning around and running.
She continued sprinting until she reached a large tree. She gripped the trunk to keep herself from falling to her knees. She knew she had to gain her strength back, because only hell knew what he would do if he caught her. She felt the wind rush through her hair and saw an innocent looking child walking towards her. Unfortunately for the child, her conscience had been buried with her sense of humanity and she took the child into her arms. ‘I’m sorry’ she had whispered into the child’s ear before draining the life force out of him. Instantly she regretted what she had done, but could not go back and change it.
She continued on her way back to her apartment hoping now she can hide in her room and think about the only person to ever have frightened her since her father. What does he want from me? She thought while sitting in the dark corners of her room. She had covered the windows with the heaviest material she could find to block the sun from entering. The darkness always welcomed her, and she had become used to it. After minutes of thinking and reliving old memories, she realized that she knew the mortal’s name! But how? I have never before met him in my entire life! How can I know his name?! But she soon recalled that vampires are cunning and are able to transmit information in more than one way. He wasn’t a mortal. The thought rang though her head as she tried to sleep.
Finally, the sun had set and it was time for her to go out. She had walked to her usual hunting grounds, but saw no one in the vicinity. Where had they all gone? Normally there’s at least a hundred people! She thought of many reasons, but sensed the presence of a vampire stronger than she. That’s impossible! I’m the only vampire who hunts here! Is someone trying to take my place?
“Hello.” A voice calmly said. The person was behind her, sitting in one of the chairs that filled the empty nightclub. She got the sudden feeling that it was the same man from yesterday, and she was right. It was Eiri. She quickly turned to face him. She lost her calm and control and started screaming.
“What do you want from me?!” she said almost frantic.
“You.” He said, his voice cold, but somehow soothing. She felt as if her knees were going to give in. She was scared. If he was a vampire, and as strong as she thought, he’ll be able to kill her faster than she could even imagine. She was afraid to die, even though she was half-dead. She was afraid she would turn into a complete vampire and kill everyone. She wanted to run, but her body wouldn’t cooperate, only her mouth moved.
“What do you mean?!” She screamed. She stared him right in the eyes, and the emotionless brown color dug into her soul.
“I want you. It’s simple.” He stated before rising out of his chair and walking to her shivering form. He gently but firmly grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. She was shocked when she felt tears rush down her cheeks. He smirked and lapped up the salty liquid with his tongue. Her face started gaining color as he started playing with the pendant hanging off her choker. He ran his left hand traveled up under her shirt as his right continued to distract her by yanking gently on her necklace.
“Get-Get away from m-me..!” she forced out between sobs. Her reaction shocked her. She never cried. She felt his hand grip her breast and she let out a yelp of pleasure. She cursed, inside, that her body was betraying her and she tried to pull away form this man. Instead, he pulled her closer. She shivered in his arms and placed her hands on his chest, trying to push away. This time, he forced her to the floor and straddled her hips. She writhed beneath him, trying to get away. He pulled her hands up over her head and forcefully crushed his lips to hers. She felt him bruising her lips and it hurt her, but at the same time, she loved it. But he became more forceful each time she tried to get away until he bit her bottom lip and sucked on the wound savoring every drop of blood that fell. She gave up trying to fight him. He was too strong for her. No matter what she tried, he would beat her tenfold, and hurt her even more. It seemed as if her pain was his pleasure. The more she tried to get away, the fiercer he got.
Eiri decided to stop his little game and will finish it at his house. Unbeknownst to Keira, he had slipped a piece of paper into the pocket of her pants. He stood up and turned his back to her. She quickly stood up and regained her composure, collected, calm, though she felt like she would fall apart.
“I’ve given you my address. I recommend that you come to me tomorrow.” He said calmly, as he continued to make his way away from her.
“What if I don’t come?” she screamed her question at him. He turned around, fire burning in eyes once again. He seized her wrist tightly and she yelped in pain. He pulled her face close to his.
“I will haunt you for the rest of your damned life! You will fear darkness and light, company and loneliness, but you will mostly fear me.” He hissed into her ear. He released her wrist and she fell to her knees. Her sobs increasing in volume. He turned and exited the broken doors, the doors clearly blown out of their corridor, as if they had no hinges. She watched his retreating back, even as her vision clouded as tears filled her eyes. Her cold, collected expression had been torn apart.
She ran back to her apartment and hid under her blankets, tears falling without end. His words echoed in her head and threatened to drive her insane. She slowly drifted to sleep, her dreams plagued by thoughts of him.
Later that evening, even though Keira prayed for night not to come, she had walked to the house of her tormentor, with tears lingering in her eyes. She stared up at the large building and tightened her fist, crushing the directions in her palm. She walked closer to the front door and pushed it open. The whole house was dark, save for the candles scattered around in every room.
“I see you have come.” She heard his voice but did not see him or know even from what direction it was coming from. The flames of the candles seemed to flicker as he spoke. Keira heard doors being shut and looked around. She again saw nothing. Her heart rate began to go up. “What’s wrong? Are you nervous?” he heard footsteps, but it seemed as if they were coming from every direction. “Or are you scared… of me?” he asked sheepishly. She backed up toward the door, but when she reached it, she discovered the door was locked. She instead ran up the stairs, and unbeknownst to her, into his bedroom.
An unsettling smile spread across his lips. He was leading her on. She had done everything he had wanted her to do without her even knowing. He calmly walked up the steps, into the room where she was waiting for him.
Keira found herself in a bedroom and immediately wished she hadn’t chosen the stairs. She fell, and looked to see what she had tripped over. It appeared to be silk rope and the possibilities of uses for this caused her to panic. She was about to turn and run downstairs when he grabbed her wrist. She gasped and tried to pull away.
“Let go of me!!” she cried, trying to tug her wrist out if his tight grip. This gesture seemed to enrage him, and soon he had thrown her onto the bed, her back slamming against the wall. She whimpered in pain. Her back throbbed and she was afraid of what was going to happen next. He moved fluidly, quietly to her, as if he was a shadow. Her body was shivering more than before as he came closer. His white shirt hung off his body, the buttons undone. The moonlight glittered of his tight leather pants as he walked. She pushed her back up against the wall, as if trying to get away from him. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her body toward his, until she was lying full-length across the bed on her back. Eiri’s white shirt fell of his body to form a crumpled heap on the floor as he crawled over her body.
She gasped in fear as he used his fingernails to shred her clothing, uncaring to the fact that he also cut up her chest. She whimpered as she felt her shirt fall off her body and a breeze dance over her open wounds, making them sting. She flinched as she felt his tongue enter the wounds, licking up the blood that fell. He smiled devilishly before pressing his lips to hers. Her stubbornness infuriated him as he tried to part her lips.
“I’m not going to play nice anymore.” He said before reopening the wound on her bottom lip, causing her mouth to open to him, letting his tongue explore the warm inside of her mouth. He broke off the kiss and let his fingers play on her exposed and bleeding chest. His fingers paused when they reached the edge of her pants, gently tearing apart the ties and sliding them down her legs. He took a couple seconds to admire her naked form beneath him. He traced the scar on her stomach gently as to distract her from noticing that he had silently and effortlessly tied the silk around her wrists to keep her from fighting back. He straddled her hips to prevent her from kicking. All her defenses were completely torn down.
He knew that what he would put her through next would hurt her more than anything else she had ever felt before in her life. But he didn’t care, he remained unfazed. He wanted to make her scream his name. He wanted her to bleed, to be in pain. He wanted her to be his, to be his release………. He needed her body. And she couldn’t do anything to stop him. And she knew.
Her soft whimpers caused him to smile, his persona being sadomasochistic. She moved her hips, trying to get away, but instead all she did was brush up against him, deepening his lust. He suddenly moved himself to her side and turned her over onto her back, her face buried in the soft pillows. He began to slowly drag his nails down her back, creating more gashes and making more of her precious blood pour from her body. He was hurting her and she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to die. He began to slowly lick up her blood and she cried when she felt his teeth clamp down on her shoulder, leaving another bleeding wound on her delicate body.
He once again moved her body, onto her back again, and she screamed when she felt the sheets rub against her open wounds. The wounds on her chest continued to slowly ooze blood as he gently pressed his fingers around the edges, as if to coax the blood to come out, before being licked gently off her body by his warm tongue. She felt as if she was being pulled in two directions, her body threatening to tear. Her mind knew that she had to get away, she feared this man, and all he would ever do was hurt her. But her body loved the feeling of being touched, not seeming to understand that this is not love, or what she had wanted. She wanted him to stop, but her voice had failed her, only releasing whimpers and soft cries.
Suddenly, his tongue stopped traveling her body and he whispered into her ear. She couldn’t make out what he had said. Suddenly, she felt something pressing at her entrance and her breathing stopped momentarily and her heart rate sped up. No! Please, stop! She cried in her head. She had become his doll, and he never let anyone take his possessions. Fresh tears pored from her eyes as she struggled.
“No!!! Please!! Don’t…” she screamed, but it was too late. He thrust himself inside her and her mind went cloudy. A blood-wrenching scream erupted from the back of her throat as he pulled out and slammed into her again. He stretched her, and the fierce pain made her feel as if she was on fire. Eiri ignored her screams and pushed deeper into her body. She was being torn, like a rag doll. Her body was losing its strength to fight back and she started to feel numb.
He loved the feeling of her warm body tightening around him and was desperate to make her his. He knew she could ease his pain. He continued to thrust into her tiny frame as her screams became louder and more desperate for an end. He was going to claim her……
Keira continued to scream and cry as he repeatedly rammed himself into her. She was breaking like a porcelain doll. Her pained, tear-streaked face was calling to him and he crushed his lips to hers, muffling and cutting off her pained screams. She felt herself being ripped apart and her pain increased a hundredfold. He placed his hands on her chest and gently kissed her neck. She turned her face away, in turn, revealing more of her beautiful neck to his warm lips. His thrusts into her became faster, but eventually, he stopped altogether, pulling out of her torn and bleeding form. Her eyelids became too heavy and she fell into a tormented slumber.

She woke up wrapped in a blood soaked sheet. Her blood. She also found his arms tightly wrapped around her trembling form. He opened his eyes to see her broken orbs looking into his. He knew he had made her his, he claimed her, but he had also broken his precious doll. She was limp in his arms, barely having enough strength to breathe. Her body continued to tremble, shaking as if trying to fall apart, to tear away the horrid memories of what he had done to her. She gripped his chest and tried to speak. He rested her body onto the bed and walked away from her. He dressed himself and left his house.
She had become like his servant, coming to him and letting him take her any time he wanted, her will to fight him was crushed. He had always brought home worthless whores, but saved his lust and passion for her frail body, making her scream and cry in the most terrible pain she had ever felt. Her body was falling apart, and only she knew. One night when he was out late, she cut her wrists and watched her life essence flow onto the floor in the bathroom, until her pain and suffering had vanished. She was free, she was dead…….

He came home that evening to smell freshly spilt blood in his house. He ran though every room, desperate to find the source, until he saw her pale, thin frame lying in the midst of the blood, the veins in her wrists, exposed and open, small lingering drops slowly dripping into the puddle forming rings that spread throughout the red liquid. He fell to her side and pulled her lifeless body into her arms. He cried into her hair, cursing himself for driving her to this point. His heart broke and he collapsed onto the floor.
He starved himself day after day, coming home to see her lifeless body sprawled across his bed. He couldn’t bring himself to bury her, so he placed her there, covered by the soft sheets, her body not moving, not breathing. Eventually, his hunger for blood became a need and he starved to death, joining his beloved.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**

so uh, what did ya think? please review! thanx for reading