Deception
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,007
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Deception
Title: The Deception
Rating: R
Notes: This is just a random flurry of thought that entered my brain while listening to a particular AFI tune; Prelude 12/21. I get a particular story and random images in my head when I hear this tune, and I figured that I would appease my muse and jot it down while I had a bit of free time. I hope you all enjoy!
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She'd met Him on the streets on a particularly rainy night. She'd been on her way home from a late night at the club and her ears were still ringing from the loud music that had played. Her boots splashed and clicked in the puddles at her feet as she watched them pass one over the other. She did not run to avoid getting wet, but rather enjoyed the soft patter of the rain drops on her faux leather coat as she walked down the empty, dimly lit sidewalk. Only once did she turn her eyes up from her feet, and only to look down an alley to her right with a growing apprehension and feeling of being watched.
She saw Him, then.
His aristocratic air caused the girl to stop short, her last footfall resounding loudly in her ears as she caught the eyes of the stranger. She felt as though she had been standing there for but a moment, but when she finally realized that the stranger was standing just behind her, she figured that she must have stood there for several minutes. For a moment, the girl was stunned, wheeling around on one of her heels to face the beautiful stranger behind her. With the sudden movement, she fell, her rump soaked to the bone from the puddle she ended up landing in.
He reached His hand out toward her, slender fingers spreading toward her like vines as He smiled at her. The smile, she thought, was so seductively wicked that she felt she would melt if she saw it much longer. Before she could allow herself further thoughts of the man, the girl raised her hand to take His offered help up.
She walked and talked with Him as He escorted her home, neither knowing how or when their idle chit chat had begun, and before she knew it the pair was standing on the front steps to her apartment building, soaked and warmly silent. She invited the stranger up for coffee, despite the fact that she still did not know His name. He agreed that He was quite thirsty and followed the girl up to her apartment.
The pair did little drinking that night, save for drinking in the pleasure of their mutual sin. The pleasures of the flesh were so inviting to both parties that neither could deny how delicious the slapping of sweat slicked flesh and a myriad of throaty moans was. Before long, the girl lay exhausted and spent on the crumpled, disheveled bedding. She loved Him, then, and she knew it. She felt the tickling in her belly that told her that He was the one she would spend the rest of her life with; Him and no other.
She barely realized that the moisture that was soaking the bedding through to the mattress was not her sweat, but the blood that flowed from the hollow of her throat. She did not panic when she felt the blood pool and spill from the dip of her collarbone, drizzling languidly down the side of her breasts to seep through the sheets. She only paid attention to Him as His naked body leaned over her own, His long black hair mingling with the sweat and blood like oil on water. The last thing she remembered was the wickedly sinful smile on His face and the gleam of His blood red eyes as He raised His hand to slowly close her eyes. He spoke the last words that she would ever hear before her life slowly left her body.
"The innocent are so easily deceived; like lambs to the slaughter, the pleasures of the flesh bring another angel to my army."
Rating: R
Notes: This is just a random flurry of thought that entered my brain while listening to a particular AFI tune; Prelude 12/21. I get a particular story and random images in my head when I hear this tune, and I figured that I would appease my muse and jot it down while I had a bit of free time. I hope you all enjoy!
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She'd met Him on the streets on a particularly rainy night. She'd been on her way home from a late night at the club and her ears were still ringing from the loud music that had played. Her boots splashed and clicked in the puddles at her feet as she watched them pass one over the other. She did not run to avoid getting wet, but rather enjoyed the soft patter of the rain drops on her faux leather coat as she walked down the empty, dimly lit sidewalk. Only once did she turn her eyes up from her feet, and only to look down an alley to her right with a growing apprehension and feeling of being watched.
She saw Him, then.
His aristocratic air caused the girl to stop short, her last footfall resounding loudly in her ears as she caught the eyes of the stranger. She felt as though she had been standing there for but a moment, but when she finally realized that the stranger was standing just behind her, she figured that she must have stood there for several minutes. For a moment, the girl was stunned, wheeling around on one of her heels to face the beautiful stranger behind her. With the sudden movement, she fell, her rump soaked to the bone from the puddle she ended up landing in.
He reached His hand out toward her, slender fingers spreading toward her like vines as He smiled at her. The smile, she thought, was so seductively wicked that she felt she would melt if she saw it much longer. Before she could allow herself further thoughts of the man, the girl raised her hand to take His offered help up.
She walked and talked with Him as He escorted her home, neither knowing how or when their idle chit chat had begun, and before she knew it the pair was standing on the front steps to her apartment building, soaked and warmly silent. She invited the stranger up for coffee, despite the fact that she still did not know His name. He agreed that He was quite thirsty and followed the girl up to her apartment.
The pair did little drinking that night, save for drinking in the pleasure of their mutual sin. The pleasures of the flesh were so inviting to both parties that neither could deny how delicious the slapping of sweat slicked flesh and a myriad of throaty moans was. Before long, the girl lay exhausted and spent on the crumpled, disheveled bedding. She loved Him, then, and she knew it. She felt the tickling in her belly that told her that He was the one she would spend the rest of her life with; Him and no other.
She barely realized that the moisture that was soaking the bedding through to the mattress was not her sweat, but the blood that flowed from the hollow of her throat. She did not panic when she felt the blood pool and spill from the dip of her collarbone, drizzling languidly down the side of her breasts to seep through the sheets. She only paid attention to Him as His naked body leaned over her own, His long black hair mingling with the sweat and blood like oil on water. The last thing she remembered was the wickedly sinful smile on His face and the gleam of His blood red eyes as He raised His hand to slowly close her eyes. He spoke the last words that she would ever hear before her life slowly left her body.
"The innocent are so easily deceived; like lambs to the slaughter, the pleasures of the flesh bring another angel to my army."