You Intrigue Me
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
937
Reviews:
7
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.
You Intrigue Me
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He had been watching her since she entered the bar. She had been
nursing that same whiskey for hours. She kept her head bent, staring into the glass,
ignoring the other patrons. It allowed him to study her in peace from his dark corner. She was prettier than he remembered; the wide-eyed innocence of adolescence had given way to a dark, cynical cloud that surrounded her. Her face was still highly recognizable, despite the scars.
She could feel his gaze. It was a little unnerving. She took another sip of whiskey, not flinching as it burned her throat. She rarely drank, but when she did, she liked hard alcohol. She drained the glass and finally stood up. It looked like her mystery man wasn’t going to look away and give her a chance to sneak a look at him, so she might as well go. She put a ten-dollar bill under her empty glass and pulled on her sweatshirt, bracing herself for the blast of cold air that would greet her when she opened the door.
He watched her leave, clutching her coat against the freezing wind. He counted to ten and got up as well, not bothering to pay for his drink. He’d barely touched it, anyway.
She wasn’t dressed for the weather at all. The cold air bit into her skin where it wasn’t covered by her sweatshirt. She shivered and pulled it tighter around her, pausing for a moment to fumble with the zipper.
A large, bald man stumbled out of the alley next to her. She jumped, abandoning her struggle with her sweatshirt. He looked at her. There was a glint of lasciviousness behind those unfocused, bloodshot eyes. A slow, lecherous smile spread across his face.
“Hey there, little girl,” he slurred, his tone low and dangerous. She started walking again, faster this time. She stared back fearfully at the man, who was gaining on her. With her attention behind her, she didn’t see the upcoming break in the sidewalk. She tripped, sprawling onto the ground. She threw out her hands to break her fall, scraping them badly. The bald man advanced. She rolled over onto her back and tried to get up, but quick as a flash, the man was on top of her, straddling her. She stifled a whimper as he pinned her arms over her head.
“Shhh…” he murmured, stroking her face. “This will all be over in a—AAAUUGH!”
He cried out in anguish. She had taken advantage of the fact that he had freed one of her arms to caress her face, and had stuck her free thumb into his eye as hard as she could. The eye popped with a sickening squelch. The man released her, raking his cheeks in pain. She looked wildly around for a weapon before grasping a piece of broken glass and stabbing the man in the heart with it. He shrieked louder, but she paid no attention. The man rolled off her and lay on the pavement, not moving. She pulled the piece of glass out of his heart and began sawing away at the neck, attempting to sever it. After she finished, the body disintegrated into ashes. She kicked through them lazily with the toe of her scuffed boots.
“Was all that really necessary?” came a voice from behind her. She froze. His accent was foreign but untraceable, a sign of one of the really old ones. She knew he had no chance against him; even with this guy, ten years old at most, she had gotten very lucky. She knew that there was a very, very good chance she wouldn’t get out of this encounter alive.
“Why are you following me?” she asked, barely whispering. He could hear her, though.
“My question first.”
They were both standing eerily still. It was an odd sight. She, illuminated by the streetlight, ashes at her feet, talking to seemingly nothing. He, ten feet back, in the shadows, not even breathing.
“You have to take out the head and the heart,” she murmured. “Now answer my question.”
“You intrigue me,” he said simply, the “r” rolling very slightly. She turned to look at him at this, her face thrown into harsh shadows from the streetlight. Her eye was blackened and bruised, her nose broken. Her top lip had stitches in it, and two long, jagged scars took up residence on one of her cheeks. The other side of her face was in shadow, but he knew there was more of the same.
“If you’re going to kill me now, just get it over with,” she said quietly, in a resigned tone.
“Kill you now?” he laughed. “My sweet, the fun is only just beginning.”
She looked less than comfortable at the thought, but took the hint that their business was finished for the night. She shuffled quickly off into the darkness. He smiled. He hadn’t seen her since she was eight years old, cowering in a corner as he murdered her brother.
He had been watching her since she entered the bar. She had been
nursing that same whiskey for hours. She kept her head bent, staring into the glass,
ignoring the other patrons. It allowed him to study her in peace from his dark corner. She was prettier than he remembered; the wide-eyed innocence of adolescence had given way to a dark, cynical cloud that surrounded her. Her face was still highly recognizable, despite the scars.
She could feel his gaze. It was a little unnerving. She took another sip of whiskey, not flinching as it burned her throat. She rarely drank, but when she did, she liked hard alcohol. She drained the glass and finally stood up. It looked like her mystery man wasn’t going to look away and give her a chance to sneak a look at him, so she might as well go. She put a ten-dollar bill under her empty glass and pulled on her sweatshirt, bracing herself for the blast of cold air that would greet her when she opened the door.
He watched her leave, clutching her coat against the freezing wind. He counted to ten and got up as well, not bothering to pay for his drink. He’d barely touched it, anyway.
She wasn’t dressed for the weather at all. The cold air bit into her skin where it wasn’t covered by her sweatshirt. She shivered and pulled it tighter around her, pausing for a moment to fumble with the zipper.
A large, bald man stumbled out of the alley next to her. She jumped, abandoning her struggle with her sweatshirt. He looked at her. There was a glint of lasciviousness behind those unfocused, bloodshot eyes. A slow, lecherous smile spread across his face.
“Hey there, little girl,” he slurred, his tone low and dangerous. She started walking again, faster this time. She stared back fearfully at the man, who was gaining on her. With her attention behind her, she didn’t see the upcoming break in the sidewalk. She tripped, sprawling onto the ground. She threw out her hands to break her fall, scraping them badly. The bald man advanced. She rolled over onto her back and tried to get up, but quick as a flash, the man was on top of her, straddling her. She stifled a whimper as he pinned her arms over her head.
“Shhh…” he murmured, stroking her face. “This will all be over in a—AAAUUGH!”
He cried out in anguish. She had taken advantage of the fact that he had freed one of her arms to caress her face, and had stuck her free thumb into his eye as hard as she could. The eye popped with a sickening squelch. The man released her, raking his cheeks in pain. She looked wildly around for a weapon before grasping a piece of broken glass and stabbing the man in the heart with it. He shrieked louder, but she paid no attention. The man rolled off her and lay on the pavement, not moving. She pulled the piece of glass out of his heart and began sawing away at the neck, attempting to sever it. After she finished, the body disintegrated into ashes. She kicked through them lazily with the toe of her scuffed boots.
“Was all that really necessary?” came a voice from behind her. She froze. His accent was foreign but untraceable, a sign of one of the really old ones. She knew he had no chance against him; even with this guy, ten years old at most, she had gotten very lucky. She knew that there was a very, very good chance she wouldn’t get out of this encounter alive.
“Why are you following me?” she asked, barely whispering. He could hear her, though.
“My question first.”
They were both standing eerily still. It was an odd sight. She, illuminated by the streetlight, ashes at her feet, talking to seemingly nothing. He, ten feet back, in the shadows, not even breathing.
“You have to take out the head and the heart,” she murmured. “Now answer my question.”
“You intrigue me,” he said simply, the “r” rolling very slightly. She turned to look at him at this, her face thrown into harsh shadows from the streetlight. Her eye was blackened and bruised, her nose broken. Her top lip had stitches in it, and two long, jagged scars took up residence on one of her cheeks. The other side of her face was in shadow, but he knew there was more of the same.
“If you’re going to kill me now, just get it over with,” she said quietly, in a resigned tone.
“Kill you now?” he laughed. “My sweet, the fun is only just beginning.”
She looked less than comfortable at the thought, but took the hint that their business was finished for the night. She shuffled quickly off into the darkness. He smiled. He hadn’t seen her since she was eight years old, cowering in a corner as he murdered her brother.