|| (Adult) || (Male) || (Vampire) || (Loveless) ||
DARIEN “I only want,”
VALENTINE “The best for me.”
I had never encountered any creature that would even remotely bear a resemblance to Night Blood. From the red that oozed from the corners of her mouth, evidence of the feast she’d partaken in, to the blistering denial lying in her eyes. Wasn’t she afraid? Did I not intimidate her in the least? Disturb her? Put her on edge? I couldn’t see any of those sentiments in her, only curiosity and an obscure allure, and that troubled me to a certain degree.
People often could mistake instinct as chance – unable to put their finger on the feeling, they passed it off as “I’m being paranoid..”, or “It was probably nothing.”, when in reality, that paranoia was trying desperately to get the hosts attention, point out the demonic creature hovering in a cloak of invisibility just above, or to the side, the nothing it had been labeled as ready to reduce them to bits of fur and bones. I’d never viewed Blood as a weak animal, someone who would grovel in the face of danger, but I felt my tension growing when her lips lay kisses down my muzzle, fighting the urge to groan in approval at the sharp prick of pain on my neck, the sensation of her body against my fur and breath on my skin, even as her words, heavy with fleshly meanings, tickled my audits into a flat submission, still my anger was nurtured, still I chose to ignore her conversational talent. Pacified that my rage had flowered into something stronger than a whisper, I abruptly pressed myself flush against her, using my weight and the element of surprise to efficiently pitch her to the ground, teeth grazing her throat, my body a jail to her own. She had no right to not be afraid.
“Are you not frightened? You have no idea how easy you’d make it. . .” I sneered, fangs pressing harder against her jugular- just hard enough for the skin to break, blood exuding from the small punctures.
“If I had even the smallest inkling to kill you, you’d be dead.” I persisted, voice throaty and agitated. Unable to sway myself from the temptation I’d created anymore, I glared at her, whilst lowering my jaws to suck on the individual springs of crimson, savoring my doing. Somehow, at some time during our diminutive rapport, I’d realized I finally found something I cared about. It was no strong attraction, nothing I’d lay my life down for, but it was still there; the smallest, most insignificant enticement. Why did I upkeep her safety when I knew she could slaughter a grown wolf with little more than a flick of her jaws? Because I knew if there was ever someone who could hurt her, it was me, and I didn’t trust myself not to. And still, she’d called me here, alone, offering herself to me- and then had the balls to come off as fearless? It was foolish and infuriating of her. Licking the last of the red from her collar, I sent her another warning before releasing; “You and I both know I’m dangerous- I’d hate if something happened to you, and I couldn’t bring myself to care.”
Retreating a few steps away, I settled myself down, curling my tail around my paws and tilting my head, as if to say “defy me, I dare you.” I hoped she’d choose the wiser, and it was what I expected her to do; leave. But, unfortunately, I knew her well enough to assume she wouldn’t.
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