6Author's Note: This is a rewrite of my older story, Lost Souls. It was written while I was in 9th grade (so when I was 14!). I really wanted to flush out this story and make it better. I don't know how often I will update, since I start back to school in a little over a month. But I will do my best! Please provide me with feedback and let me know how you like this.
Also, the song lyrics in the middle-to-end of this chapter belong to Vampyre Erotica by Inkubus Sukkubus. I own everything else.
PRELUDE:
WORST NIGHTMARE
It is like any other night in the dilapidated city of Craveen. The off-putting yellow lights adorning the cracked pavement reflect against the walking flesh as it flows towards a single destination. The only worthwhile business this time of evening. It sits at the corner of the main district, with a blinking white sign in neon. Club Erotica. The vibrations of music ruminate around the area, attracting those with a need for movement. Like cattle, they fill the lines, waiting anxiously to go inside.
It is most perfect.
Her haunting safire eyes flicker with desire as she watches them enter, one by one, from across the road. Her tongue wets her parched lips as she crosses the road with a swiftness that normal sight would be unable to catch. The long, nightshade cloak shrouds her form as it glides towards the club entrance, entrancing any how dare to glance at her face. The wind is chilly, wistfully blowing at long tendrils of coal-black hair that pours down from her hood. As the line dwindles, she is silent, taking in all the others as they make small talk while drinking the repellant alcohol held in their hands. She can feel the bass of the dance music through her heels, tickling at her ivory skin. Once standing by the bouncer, whom asks for photo identification, she merely smiles at him, revealing her immaculate teeth. He gasps immediately, his eyes glazing over. Without another word, she walks by him, entering the foggy, laser-lit nightclub.
Her fingers run along the silk cloth of her hood, lowering it to let her long hair fall over her shoulders. She lowers the zipper at the front, exposing more of the milky skin above the low-cut gown she wears underneath. Already she senses eyes upon her, drinking in her abnormal, yet enticing appearance. Bodies grind against one another on the electric dance floor before her, moving to the erratic beat of techno music. The mixed aromas of sweat, alcohol, and sex permeate the air, filling her with greater need. By the time she finishes the removal of her cloak, she notices a dozen men staring at her with hungry eyes. Her body is now revealed; slender but toned, hidden under a strapless, form-fitting black gown with navy blue accents sewn throughout the fabric. The skirt sways along her long legs, resting just above shimmering black high heels that strapped along her ankles. The bodice at her torso hugged her skin in such a way that it made the men in the club squirm, making her smile. Ignoring the glances for now, she walks to the bar and orders strawberry vodka, shooting the bartender a fabulous smile as she pays.
The music has shifted to that of a more industrial, gothic sound. When her drink arrives, she holds the small glass in her hand and turns to eye her onlookers. One in particular catches her eye; no more than in his middle twenty's, broad shoulders that hinted at a fit build, hazel eyes, and messy brown hair that grazed at his thin eyebrows. She smiles warmly as he approachs her, holding his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans. Her lips lightly touch the glass as she sips from her drink. The young man appears at her side with a crooked grin on his face, watching her every move.
"What's a beautiful young woman like you doing here all alone?" he asks, partially slurring his vowels. Exactly what she wanted. She lowers her glass and raiss an eyebrow, making sure he looks right into her eyes.
"Hoping that a handsome man such as yourself would find me and keep my company," she coos sweetly, lacing her voice with lust to hold his attention. Which it did. A song purs over the loudspeakers. "This is one of my favorites," she mentions as she lays her glass back on the bar. "Care to dance?"
"With you? Hell yes!" The man grins widely.
Your heart burns for love…
My soul burns for blood…
She holds out her hand for him to grab, and he hastily takes it into his, leading her into the mass of bodies close by. No one else pays attention as his arms wrap around her waist, moving with the drowning sound of the music.
I'll take you, I'll break you…
I'll crush you, I'll break you…
"You're quite the dancer, aren't you?" she asks while he swings her around the in the pocket of space provided. He grins down at her sheepishly; his cheeks reddening. She stifles her urges. All in due time.
If you want me, I'll need you…
I'll kill you, feed from you…
"I come here a lot, I guess…" he murmurs, completely under her alluring spell. She presses her body against his, feeling the incredible heat emanating through his shirt and jeans.
I'll take you down that road…
That leads to destruction…
"I seem to fit like a glove around you, wouldn't you say?" Her sultry voice is just loud enough for him to hear, and she smiles as she feels the effects of her movements along his body, especially where it counts.
Come and take a walk with me…
Where the angels fear to tread…
"Ugh…guess so…" The stranger has obvious trouble forming sentences as she increases her physical onslaught on the dance floor. Her fingers traced along the seams of his shirt, electrifying him as they grind against each other.
Kiss the flame, feel the pain…
In the furnace of our love…
Her face rises; her soft, plump lips itching closer to meet his. When the contact is made, she feels his hands grip along her hips, holding her tightly. He tastes of whiskey, cigars, and arousal.
I can't feed my hunger…
Your youth makes me younger…
Moments pass before they break apart. He is left gasping for oxygen, while she wipes away his saliva from her mouth. "Shall we take this outside?" Her voice is tender, inviting. The man's rapid heartbeat almost pains her, calling for her to act. He grins crookedly.
I'll cheat you, I'll eat you…
I'll maim you, I'll drain you…
It doesn't take long for the dup to leave the club. The walls in the back alley next door vibrate from the music. She plays miss innocent, letting him grab her wrists and thrust her against the cool bricks. His lips crash into hers so hard that in normal circumstances, it would have caused pain.
Come to me, Come to me,
To the dark side where love sleeps…
His breath is ragged as he reluctantly pulls away, dropping his hands to her chest, running his fingers along the top of her grown. As he marvels at her soft skin, she focuses her eyes on his face, trailing down his broad jawline before resting on his neck. Her lips burn against his skin as she kisses there gently, making him moan in anticipation.
I'll hurt you, You'll love me…
I'll scratch you, I'll bite you…
"Baby, you're amazing…" he gasps through waves of pleasure she provides. His hands are kneading her chest through the fabric while his lower abdomen presses against her in need. Almost ready. Just a few more seconds.
You'll kiss me, then miss me…
I'll laugh at your torment…
A smile crawls over her lips briefly as she licks her lips. Now is the time. The next kiss she places is harder, pressing against his flesh deeper than he would have initially liked. He whimpers, burying his head in her nestled hair. When he screams into her shoulder, she knows that he is finally hers. His hands clamp onto her skin while he tries to pull away. But her strength is persistent, keeping him in his pose underneath her mouth. The deliciously sweet taste of his blood flows past her tongue, running down her throat, filling her body with needed youth.
I'll have you, and own you…
Be hard and cold to you…
His screams become hollow moans, similar to how he sounded while they danced. It soothes her ears as she drinks his luscious blood. It has a strong taste; that which belongs to a man who spent most of his life working with power tools by day and being intoxicated by night. A man who shouldn't dance with strangers if he valued his life. This one clearly did not. When he body grows weak under hers, she lets go, licking the remnants of his blood around her lips as his body collapses onto the filthy cement gravel.
I'll be your dark angel…
I'll be your worst nightmare…
She tilts her head, admiring her work for a few moments. Her fingers reach to his neck as she hunches over, wiping away the last drops of his blood from his skin. She licks it tentatively from her fingers, finally feeling satisfied. When her fingers press into the puncture wounds, she whispers softly. They are gone by the time she stands. The corpse looks as though it is sleeping, sending a pang of guilt through her. But it only sits in her gut for a second before she turns away to retrieve her cloak inside. After collecting her cloak and slipping it back on, she leaves the club without anyone to witness her presence.
Yes, it is like any other night in Craveen, indeed.