She can feel him lying right next to her in the bed, his flesh is pressed against her but only she lies naked. She breathes softly, unable to slow her heart rate... but she isn't really sure why. She feels him shift just slightly, and she forces her eyes closed... his hand gently tracing up her spine. His flesh is cold, and sends chills through her body she tries desperately to hold back. She wants to cling to him and push him away all at the same time.... but only because he smells so good, and she knows all the stories....
You know what they say about that one, don't you?
Of course she knows... how wouldn't she? It's a fact the entire school knows about....
She has to ask, she can't hold it back any longer... and his hand is now moving closer and closer to her breast...
"Is it true?"
He freezes... he knows the question, and he knows the answer.... and he knows she won't like it....because he knows the only reason she's asking is because she believes...
She can feel his breathing now, soft and warm against her neck... but it isn't human.... He wasn't human, and she could feel it in every inch of his body.... and now he took in her scent, and half unwillingly she moved her neck to allow him; exposing her collar bone, naked pure and un-scared to him.
She felt him inhale deeply, another wave of chills assaulting her naked body. He was taking in her neck... her virgin neck.... and he was beyond intrigued, almost obsessed.... He slowly removed his hand from beneath her breast and moved his index finger to trail softly across her neck, tiling her head slightly more as he moved across her collar bone and eventually up to her chin.
"What would you say... if I told you every bit of it was true...?"
His voice was deep and strong, yet cold and emotionless... he spoke like the monster he was, and she wanted more.... and he could feel it, and this made him grin.... she wanted him... she shivered her, naked, for him... and he could feel her heart beating ecstatically in her chest.... but he wasn't here for her female body... he was here from what kept all human beings alive, the weak and worthless creatures they were....
She froze for a moment, listening to his voice reverberate in her mind; slipping it across the corners of her tongue, it was sweet... like chocolate.... but bitter and cold... like coffee... unsweetened black coffee and blood...
She froze for a moment, wanting to push away from this creature who held her close... at that one thought that ran through her mind 'blood'.... Blood is bitter and tastes like copper... but it has a shade of red only accessible by tearing your fingers through the soft and warm flesh on your neck...
She gagged involuntary, her body tensing as she went to tear away from him... but his grip only intensified on her naked body, and she let out a soft whimper that had been a scream that lodged itself into her throat... that same part of her throat that pulsed with her heart beat, counting away the last seconds of her reality.... that part of her neck that would lead to the slowest blood loss, because you'd only drown slower... and you'd more than likely bleed to death before suffocating... that's why it created the best shade of red.... because it bled out and mixed with saliva, then it would trickle down her pale flesh and become a soft shade of dark pink before drying... of course he wouldn't let it dry until it was collected with chunks of flesh in the carpet....
She wanted to scream, the thoughts rapping her mind.
She felt dirty, but they kept coming; his hand now freezing and pressed hard against the soft spot of her neck, holding her there against him.
"What... are you... doing?"
She meant to scream out the words, but they came out as poor attempts of a scream. She sounded weak and horrified, and she could feel his own arousal at the sounds of her torture....
"Shh.... you were picked Mai..."
He moved slowly to position himself half above her, his hand still pressed to her neck while the other held him up on the bed.
"You see..."
He spoke, staring into her eyes... his own slowly becoming a deep shade of red.... Her dark brown eyes screamed at him, and her lips trembled as if she were about to cry...
"This school created me.... and they know exactly what they did...."
He moved closer, and she recoiled desperately trying to escape; but now her body was under him and she could do nothing but try desperately to scream, but nothing was coming out... the pressure of his freezing hand was far too much, it froze her blood....
He moved closer still, his breath hot against her lips now; it almost burned... like fire against already blistered skin... she blamed the contrast between his warm breath and his now freezing hand....but what did it matter....
His lips were rough.... they felt wrong... not gentle at all... not a kiss in the slightest bit....
Silence... her mind was silent.... his lips... they were tasting her in a way, and she began to relax... maybe she was just over thinking.... maybe this was all just in her head....
She wanted to kiss back.....
She did want him....
He wasn't just cute.... he was mysterious and.....
Her mind screamed, and she half expected the world to just go black from the pain she felt erupt through her body. Her entire body convulsed, and he broke his lips from her, giving her only a moment to see the soft red dripping from the corners of his soft pink flesh before the pain hit again.
She threw her head back, tears in her eyes, and she heard screaming.... she couldn't feel herself screaming, her throat was too raw and her body was in far too much pain.... exploding pain.... as if her very blood vessels were just ripping apart under her flesh.... they were.... but she wouldn't be alive to understand it....
His hand moved again, locking onto her mouth like an iron fist... She had only been screaming for a second, but already it felt as if a lifetime had passed. She continued to scream into his hand until her throat filled up; and she coughed, trying desperately to breathe.... it was so heavy... and it still hurt.... God it hurt....
He watched her, the scent of the blood clouding his mind and only intensifying this pleasure.... God her body was beautiful... and now it lie naked in front of him, contorted in pain. He kept his hand tight over her mouth, and he could feel the warm life fluid that threatened to explode from inside her throat, he could see it building up in her throat, and he watched her cough as it finally found a way to escape.... it began to drip from her nose... and finally... from the corners of her eyes...
He grinned, a deep and menacing grin, and he leaned forward to gently lick the blood from her right eye.... she didn't notice... her eyesight was black now, the blood far too thick to send anymore signals to the brain... and yet she tried desperately to scream and breathe....
He watched her, twisted and tortured.... and finally her flesh began to blister.... and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth in order to sit up and watch her, making sure to keep his concentration... right now would be a horrible moment for him to give up... she's still alive....
She held her mouth open, and the blood simply spilled over her lips and her tongue, the scream now nothing more than the bubbling sound of her trying to get air, desperately trying to get air....
He tightened his mental grip on her, and her head fell back as the skin from her neck blistered and popped... the blood slowly trickling down her pale flesh, he tore it slowly deeper... finally relieving her throat of all the internal blood by ripping a hole straight through her neck...
He moved slowly forward to lick just under her chin.... and the door to the dorm room opened.... and the scent from the new body assaulted him even harder than the scent of blood; this new person's scent far stronger and more important to him than any amount of human flesh would be.... he knew the scent... because she wasn't human... she was even more of a monster than him.... and he loved her.... her power... her strength....
She stood there, glaring at him.... she understood his lust, she had it too... but the torture was beyond inhuman... and he knew she hated that part of this ritual....
He knew he could never have her... after all... She was half goddess in every reality of the word.....
"GET OUT!"
His voice erupted with an anger he didn't realize he had, but he felt her touch in the very back of his brain, and he was never in the mood for her prying thoughts. He also didn't think this eruption of anger through... and the human girl, who was now all but dead, in front of him exploded....
He felt the blood spatter against every exposed part of his flesh, and turned to glare at the woman who now stood in the doorway... she wasn't horrified... she was furious....
He turned and glared at her, the pressure in the room more than enough to rip apart any other being who walked in... but she.... she was different... something was wrong... and even in the darkness he could see the dark black lines on her naked body.... and the red glare in her dark eyes....
"Chey...?"
His voice skipped, and he completely forgot about the invasion.... this was wrong... something was wrong.....
Her eyes shifted quickly.... and that was all it took, he felt the thin razor blade tear across his left cheek.... and he gently touched it right his right hand.... feeling his own thick blood build up over the flesh....
You know what they say about that one, don't you?
Of course she knows... how wouldn't she? It's a fact the entire school knows about....
She has to ask, she can't hold it back any longer... and his hand is now moving closer and closer to her breast...
"Is it true?"
He freezes... he knows the question, and he knows the answer.... and he knows she won't like it....because he knows the only reason she's asking is because she believes...
She can feel his breathing now, soft and warm against her neck... but it isn't human.... He wasn't human, and she could feel it in every inch of his body.... and now he took in her scent, and half unwillingly she moved her neck to allow him; exposing her collar bone, naked pure and un-scared to him.
She felt him inhale deeply, another wave of chills assaulting her naked body. He was taking in her neck... her virgin neck.... and he was beyond intrigued, almost obsessed.... He slowly removed his hand from beneath her breast and moved his index finger to trail softly across her neck, tiling her head slightly more as he moved across her collar bone and eventually up to her chin.
"What would you say... if I told you every bit of it was true...?"
His voice was deep and strong, yet cold and emotionless... he spoke like the monster he was, and she wanted more.... and he could feel it, and this made him grin.... she wanted him... she shivered her, naked, for him... and he could feel her heart beating ecstatically in her chest.... but he wasn't here for her female body... he was here from what kept all human beings alive, the weak and worthless creatures they were....
She froze for a moment, listening to his voice reverberate in her mind; slipping it across the corners of her tongue, it was sweet... like chocolate.... but bitter and cold... like coffee... unsweetened black coffee and blood...
She froze for a moment, wanting to push away from this creature who held her close... at that one thought that ran through her mind 'blood'.... Blood is bitter and tastes like copper... but it has a shade of red only accessible by tearing your fingers through the soft and warm flesh on your neck...
She gagged involuntary, her body tensing as she went to tear away from him... but his grip only intensified on her naked body, and she let out a soft whimper that had been a scream that lodged itself into her throat... that same part of her throat that pulsed with her heart beat, counting away the last seconds of her reality.... that part of her neck that would lead to the slowest blood loss, because you'd only drown slower... and you'd more than likely bleed to death before suffocating... that's why it created the best shade of red.... because it bled out and mixed with saliva, then it would trickle down her pale flesh and become a soft shade of dark pink before drying... of course he wouldn't let it dry until it was collected with chunks of flesh in the carpet....
She wanted to scream, the thoughts rapping her mind.
She felt dirty, but they kept coming; his hand now freezing and pressed hard against the soft spot of her neck, holding her there against him.
"What... are you... doing?"
She meant to scream out the words, but they came out as poor attempts of a scream. She sounded weak and horrified, and she could feel his own arousal at the sounds of her torture....
"Shh.... you were picked Mai..."
He moved slowly to position himself half above her, his hand still pressed to her neck while the other held him up on the bed.
"You see..."
He spoke, staring into her eyes... his own slowly becoming a deep shade of red.... Her dark brown eyes screamed at him, and her lips trembled as if she were about to cry...
"This school created me.... and they know exactly what they did...."
He moved closer, and she recoiled desperately trying to escape; but now her body was under him and she could do nothing but try desperately to scream, but nothing was coming out... the pressure of his freezing hand was far too much, it froze her blood....
He moved closer still, his breath hot against her lips now; it almost burned... like fire against already blistered skin... she blamed the contrast between his warm breath and his now freezing hand....but what did it matter....
His lips were rough.... they felt wrong... not gentle at all... not a kiss in the slightest bit....
Silence... her mind was silent.... his lips... they were tasting her in a way, and she began to relax... maybe she was just over thinking.... maybe this was all just in her head....
She wanted to kiss back.....
She did want him....
He wasn't just cute.... he was mysterious and.....
Her mind screamed, and she half expected the world to just go black from the pain she felt erupt through her body. Her entire body convulsed, and he broke his lips from her, giving her only a moment to see the soft red dripping from the corners of his soft pink flesh before the pain hit again.
She threw her head back, tears in her eyes, and she heard screaming.... she couldn't feel herself screaming, her throat was too raw and her body was in far too much pain.... exploding pain.... as if her very blood vessels were just ripping apart under her flesh.... they were.... but she wouldn't be alive to understand it....
His hand moved again, locking onto her mouth like an iron fist... She had only been screaming for a second, but already it felt as if a lifetime had passed. She continued to scream into his hand until her throat filled up; and she coughed, trying desperately to breathe.... it was so heavy... and it still hurt.... God it hurt....
He watched her, the scent of the blood clouding his mind and only intensifying this pleasure.... God her body was beautiful... and now it lie naked in front of him, contorted in pain. He kept his hand tight over her mouth, and he could feel the warm life fluid that threatened to explode from inside her throat, he could see it building up in her throat, and he watched her cough as it finally found a way to escape.... it began to drip from her nose... and finally... from the corners of her eyes...
He grinned, a deep and menacing grin, and he leaned forward to gently lick the blood from her right eye.... she didn't notice... her eyesight was black now, the blood far too thick to send anymore signals to the brain... and yet she tried desperately to scream and breathe....
He watched her, twisted and tortured.... and finally her flesh began to blister.... and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth in order to sit up and watch her, making sure to keep his concentration... right now would be a horrible moment for him to give up... she's still alive....
She held her mouth open, and the blood simply spilled over her lips and her tongue, the scream now nothing more than the bubbling sound of her trying to get air, desperately trying to get air....
He tightened his mental grip on her, and her head fell back as the skin from her neck blistered and popped... the blood slowly trickling down her pale flesh, he tore it slowly deeper... finally relieving her throat of all the internal blood by ripping a hole straight through her neck...
He moved slowly forward to lick just under her chin.... and the door to the dorm room opened.... and the scent from the new body assaulted him even harder than the scent of blood; this new person's scent far stronger and more important to him than any amount of human flesh would be.... he knew the scent... because she wasn't human... she was even more of a monster than him.... and he loved her.... her power... her strength....
She stood there, glaring at him.... she understood his lust, she had it too... but the torture was beyond inhuman... and he knew she hated that part of this ritual....
He knew he could never have her... after all... She was half goddess in every reality of the word.....
"GET OUT!"
His voice erupted with an anger he didn't realize he had, but he felt her touch in the very back of his brain, and he was never in the mood for her prying thoughts. He also didn't think this eruption of anger through... and the human girl, who was now all but dead, in front of him exploded....
He felt the blood spatter against every exposed part of his flesh, and turned to glare at the woman who now stood in the doorway... she wasn't horrified... she was furious....
He turned and glared at her, the pressure in the room more than enough to rip apart any other being who walked in... but she.... she was different... something was wrong... and even in the darkness he could see the dark black lines on her naked body.... and the red glare in her dark eyes....
"Chey...?"
His voice skipped, and he completely forgot about the invasion.... this was wrong... something was wrong.....
Her eyes shifted quickly.... and that was all it took, he felt the thin razor blade tear across his left cheek.... and he gently touched it right his right hand.... feeling his own thick blood build up over the flesh....
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