6Okay, so this is something I wrote a while ago and slowly honed. If you read it, please tell me what you think of it. This is my first vampire thing so I want to know if you liked it. If I get some reviews on it I'm more likely to write another chapter. If not then I won't and I'll concentrate on my other stuff. It's all up to you guys now lol
-Nat
'I can make you feel things you could never even dream existed.'
'Ugh, you scum make me sick. You disgust me!'
The vampire leaning casually against the alley wall smirked at the young woman. He didn't dare try anything, though, as the wooden stake she held in her hand could easily kill him.
'You humans, always so arrogant in your belief that vampires are the scum and not the other way around.' The flush of heat that infused the girl's cheeks was a rather amusing sight for him.
'How dare you even try to compare humans to vampires?!' She spat out the hated word as though it were poison upon her tongue.
The vampire pushed himself away from the wall at such speed that the young woman didn't have time to so much as raise her weapon. He had her backed against the other alley wall and had drawn her hands- stake included- above her head with one of his own. He pressed his length to her warm body, revelling in the feel of her blood pulsating through her with every singles beat of her delicate heart.
Lowering his face until he stared straight into her eyes, his lips mere centimetres from hers, he said, 'I see a ghost of a difference between our two species. You eat meat, we drink blood. At least most of our prey make it out alive.'
The young woman, who had been cursing herself for not remembering her self-defence classes in time to stop the admittedly gorgeous vampire scum, started cursing him instead, for the crude comparisons he made. 'Unless one of you is particularly ravenous!'
'Speaking of ravenous...' He closed the distance between their lips before you could say 'blood sucking monster'. She was so startled that she didn't respond, and instead let his lips glide smoothly over hers, sending unwanted and equally unexpected shivers of delight down her spine.
But when his tongue slipped between her parted lips to stroke her own, she snapped out of her surprise. She bit down hard on his tongue before he could do anything else to entice her into giving herself to him. His reaction was not quite was she thought it would be, however.
He lifted his cool fingers to the place where she had bitten him, a drop of blood shining on them when they pulled away. He looked down at the blood for a moment, before throwing his head back and laughing. The deep rumble eventually bubbled down to a low chuckle as he returned his gaze to her slightly shocked one.
'So you bite too, another similarity.' His hand snaked up her body to cup her chin and tilt it to the side. His mouth skimmed over her jaw, stopping to nibble her earlobe lightly, before arriving at the pale skin of her throat. His lips caressed the place where neck met shoulder and slowly travelled upwards, their softness taunting the recesses of her mind that still rebelled against this. But the rest of her melted against him, even as his fangs scraped lightly against her skin lightly- a warning of what was to come.
She moaned, and he felt the vibrations as he placed an open-mouthed kiss to her throat. She frantically tried to get her hands free, not to try to use her weapon, but to run them down his lean, wonderful body. He wasn't taking any chances, though, as he tightened his grip on her wrists, stroking his thumb along her fingers to create sensations that made heat pool low in her belly.
His other hand trailed down her form to cup her breast through the thin cotton of her T-shirt. Her gasp of pleasure made him growl possessively and squeeze more firmly before sinking his fangs into her throat.
Her back arched into his firmness and her breath quickened as her blood, the essences of her life, poured into his mouth. He greedily suckled her neck, glorying in the moans and gasps that emitted from between her lips, fuelling him to go further.
His hand slipped from her breast with a last tweak of her nipple, venturing down to the juncture of her thighs. She sucked in a breath, feeling pleasantly drowsy and yet almost painfully aware of what was happening to her body. He retracted his fangs from her throat and sealed his make-shift entrance to her succulent blood with a simple flick of his tongue. His free hand removed the wooden stake from her limp and pliable fingers, smiling against her flushed skin as he heard her only form of resistance clatter to the floor.
Both of his hands were no free to focus solely on her pleasure, whilst hers were used to roam every contour of his body, every dip and crevice of his muscles that they were presented with. His muscles rippled delightfully under her wandering fingertips, causing him to shudder. His very audible growl made her preen in feminine pride.
His control was very quickly waning thin as he undid the button, then zip, of the denim barrier that was trying to deny him access to the thing he wanted most. The material parted and his greedy eyes took in the black lace panties concealing the enticing evidence of her womanhood.
'You're sexy as hell. And I should know.' His murmured words caused a flash of envy to alight her eyes.
'Been with that many women, have you?'
He leaned in to her warm curves and nibbles once more on her earlobe, sending tingles of heat to the very tops of her thighs. 'No,' the tip of his tongue curled into the shell of her ear provocatively, 'but I have been to Hell.'
She turned her head, bringing their lips into passionate contact. Her head fell back, giving him better access to the dangerously soft interior of her mouth. They devoured each other until he broke away to lower himself down her body, pausing only to savour the delicious friction that rocked their already sensitised bodies. He continued his much anticipated journey downwards. The lower he got, the faster her breathing became.
When he was eye level with the black panties he liked so much, he reached up to start pulling down her jeans frustratingly slowly. She vented this particular feeling by thrusting her hips forward fiercely and growling softly. But he only chuckled quietly and shook his head. 'Patience, little one, you shall have what you want very soon, as shall I.'
Her fingers entwined themselves in the rich ebony strands of hair that adorned his beautiful, stubborn head. This got a reaction from him. He smirked and said, 'Patience be damned; I want you.' And with that, he yanked the jeans down the rest of the way for her to step out of. When they were out of the way all that remained were the flimsy panties... but not for long. In his haste to taste her he ripped them from her hips. Her gasp of astonishment was smothered before it even escaped the tunnel of her throat, and was instead replaces by a mewl of pleasure as his tongue probed her slick entrance.
He lapped at her like a cat with a bowl of cream, grasping her hips firmly when she thrust them forward in desperation. His seeking tongue found the small bud of nerves and circled it oh so slowly, making her whimper in response. His torturous ministrations reached a crescendo when he finally stopped circling it and allowing his tongue to glide over it. Her cries of pleasure echoed down the alley.
'Hush, kitten. Someone is heading our way and if you cry out like that again they will become curious.'
Her eyes snapped open as she remembered that they were in an alley- where anybody could walk by! Panic rose within her and she tried to close her legs so that the vampire at her feet could no longer work his wonderful magic on her. But instead of closing her stance as planned, she found that one of her legs was now draped over the vampire's shoulders. She blinked in confusion. How the hell had that happened?
'Now, now, do you really think that one weak, feeble, silly passerby would interfere with my plans? I think not.' Before she knew what was happening, he had places an open-mouthed kiss to her clit. Her desire sky-rocketed once more and she could feel tremors start to tug at her body. A cry signalled the beginnings of her climax lodged in her throat as nearby footsteps reminded her of their lack of privacy.
She groaned, bit her lip, and tossed her head from side to side. Her insides quivered and clenched in pure unadulterated ecstasy, courtesy of the vampire's skilled tongue. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and his wide, masculine hands left her undulating hips to support the knee not thrown over his shoulder before it buckled.
Her fingertips travelled from the silky softness of his hair to the damp wall at her back, seeking small alcoves in the brick to sink them into. Her muscles stiffened, her pulse raced. And her mouth opened in a blissful 'o'...
When her heart rate had slowed and the trembling had faded from her body, the vampire rose from his knees and crowded her against the wall. She barely dared to breathe when he was this close on her radar. He looked deep into her eyes before letting his own fall upon her soft, pink mouth. Hers, in turn, flickered down to the somehow drastically masculine Cupid's bow curve of his lips.
He pointedly licked the objects of her attention. 'Mmmm, just like honey...' He paused and fluttered his fingers to the hollow of her throat where her pulse jumped wildly. 'Isn't it odd how I can make your heart beat faster with a few well chosen words, and yet you professed to hate me not more than five minutes ago?'
Heat enflamed her cheeks and her hands curled into fists. 'So all that-,' she gestured around her wildly, '- was just to prove a point?!'
'I also did it because I wanted to.' His eyes brightened with a glint of humour suddenly. 'And because when I issue a challenge, I mean business.' He grinned at her scowl of confusion.
She thought back to the conversation at the start of their meeting. Her eyes widened comically, practically bulging out of their sockets, and she could've sworn she felt her jaw hit the floor!
'Close your mouth, kitten. Fly-trapping doesn't become you.' He paused and tilted his head to one side, as if waiting for something. 'Well?'
'Well what?' Bewilderment made her mouth snap shut and her forehead crease.
'Well...' He leaned in close once more, making the functioning part of her brain shut down in a spectacular sputtering fashion. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. 'Did I make you feel things you've never felt before?'
She scoffed at his audacity, but didn't actually utter a single word. He raised an eyebrow. 'Ah well, since you seem so quick to forget how great I made you feel-,' she opened her mouth to protest hotly, but he ploughed on, '- I obviously haven't done my job properly. But that's for another time.' He stepped away from her and made to turn away.
'What the hell do you mean, "that's for another time"?!'
He smirked back at her. 'I have business to attend to and this-,' he gestured between the two of them as she scrambled to pull her jeans back on, minus any panties, '- is nowhere near over. So this is a "to be continued". Oh, and don't worry- I'll be able to find you.' He winked and tapped the side of his neck. Her hand instantly flew to her own throat and she felt two small bumps- the only evidence of his bite.
She groaned. This was going to be unbearable, she thought as she admired the view as he walked away. Whichever way you wanted to look at it.