Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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She screech as his fangs pierced her neck and sunk into her jugular vein. Draven had slurped down her blood, tasting it, savoring each drop. The vampire had shown a rare sense of self-control and had pulled back before he bled her dry. Her screech turned into a thunderous scream that had Draven flattening his audettes against his cranium protectively. But never once did his fiery embers pull themselves away from her flesh. No, he enjoyed watch her write and wriggle as she underwent the Transformation that he had only moments before. It was both interesting and strange to see it had as it had happened to him, almost as if his life had been videotapes and he was watching it after rewinding. A cruel grin formed upon his facade as he watched every orifice of hers begin to pour out her life blood. He so desired to drink it from her, but something told him that he shouldn't. Instead, he watched her, transfixed, and listened even through his pinned twin towers to the rapid weak gallop of her head. And then, just as it stopped, so too did her heart. Silence rang loudly throughout the cavern, cutting him just as sharply as her screams had. Draven waited patiently, intrigued. Would she die? Would she turn? Would anything happen other than this immense pain?
He heard the slow but strong rhythm before her lids started to open and Draven tilted his head and smiled innocently down at her - as innocently as a demon as he could, that is. She moved, looked about, and finally got over her nausea and vertigo as she settled upon him. 'It...It worked.' She rose and Draven moved to her, his tongue slipping over her maw. Her blood had been sweet, delectable, and filling, and he relived the moment he had fed on her as his tongue swept over her. She shook and covered his immaculate pelt in her crimson fluids. Draven snarled at her but it was short lived, and he went back to his previous action of cleansing her. His rough tongue pulled against her pelt and cleaned out the stain. He started at her facade and slowly moved toward her shoulders, and delicately took the time to clean her thoroughly... on her left side at least. The right side was left to its own devices, and as he moved further and further toward her haunches, his nares nuzzled against the soft fold of flesh of her flank, his pink tongue curling around to reach her underside, the nearly hairless flesh smooth against him. He purred, his maw rumbling against her even as she spoke. However, it was short-lived and the purr turned to a low timbered growl as she interrupted his petting, but he moved on, keeping away from her delicacies.
'My dear, when the sun goes down once more, I have another request. I want to make everyone who's ever done me wrong and hurt me die a slow and painful death, and I want to take back my old home.'
Draven finished cleaning her left side and tore himself away from her to return to her face. He smirked at her and reached out to nuzzle against her maw. His tongue slipped out once, slipping over her new fangs. "You wish to return to your previous station, claiming a throne. But you have two old homes, so which is the home you wish to reclaim? You must be more specific, Lucaya mine. As for hurt and pain..." He grinned cruelly. "I will never say no to such delicious devices."
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω
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