Post by Sober on Dec 17, 2008 0:31:38 GMT -5
"Oh, don't be shy, kitten," a woman purred and it was followed by a nervous chuckle from a man. "I won't bite..." The man mumbled a few incoherent words in reply. Gwen almost rolled her eyes in agitation, but she worked this hard for her meal, and now it was time to play with it a little. She didn't go to a night club, shake her ass, flirt and bat her eyes and drag him out here to the middle of fucking nowhere just so he could get cold feet and start stuttering on her. She stared at him with her now black eyes because of the blood lust that was ravaging her mind. He had a strong will, but it was still easy to entrance him. He was only human. There was only so much he could do to resist her. This was the hunt. This is why she bothered. She was a predator and he was her prey. A hunter can't resist the thrill of the hunt. It was too exciting to deny. It was like an alcoholic denying his drink.
Gwenevak leaned forward and whispered something in his ear and he sighed and groaned and a smirk graced Gwenevak's lips. Her lips brushed the shell of his ear and down his jaw. Her tongue flicked out and licked the skin of his neck. She could smell the blood pulsing through his veins. She could hear his heart beat quicken at her touch. She could smell his excitement and feel his chest rise and fall unevenly. He reached up and brushed the side of her chilled face. The fact that her skin was ice cold seemed to fly passed. him. So typical. So predictable. Humans - they were all the same - pathetic and good for only one thing, feeding off of.
She could feel her fangs elongate instinctively. They brushed the skin of his neck and she gave his neck one kiss before she teeth sunk in and she began to drain him of his life source. The warm blood flooded her mouth and slid smoothly down her throw. Some blood seeped from her mouth and dripped down her chin as she slurped at the man's neck. He was froze - paralyzed. There was no hope for him. His fate would be like all the others she'd fed off of. Even when the treaty was in place, she didn't follow the rules set in place by the council. Fuck that. No. She wasn't going to give up feeding off of humans because some hippies decided they wanted world peace. How laughable. And look where that got them. Most of the fucking council members were dead, and not from natural causes. They were killed, and thank goodness. They were so annoying. They whined and preached. It was disgusting. No. Gwen was always a true vampire. She fed from humans like vampires were supposed to. There was no other way to do it. It was the natural circle of life. It was to go against nature to deny yourself such an essential essence.
The man convulsed as Gwen sucked the last bit of blood from him. She was a blood junkie. She craved the stuff - needed it, and not on a basic survival level. No. She needed it to satisfy the crave. The man went limp and she dropped him, having been supporting him against a steel pillar. Gwen tilted her head back and a smile graced her blood drenched lips. She stretched as she felt the blood coursing through her, giving her a new found energy and excitement as she went into a high. Blood was her drug. It was her fucking heroin.
Oh, the pleasure.