Post by marcus118 on Dec 7, 2009 21:57:01 GMT -5
The darkened red liquid still hung on his finger, a bit of it dripping off with an excruciating slowness. The smell of it spoke his name, calling to him to indulge himself once more on Abby’s flesh. The small drink he’d taken from her had only pushed his appetite farther down, but yet he still found himself wanting more. Possibly some sort of hidden lust for blood embedded deep in his core was starting to come on the rise. The scent wafted off the small sample, floating to his nostrils and causing them to flair. For a moment, it felt as if he was young again, freshly birthed into the beings of the night. The scent of the blood flowed into his nose and he could not help but inhaled deeply, taking the full extent of the delicious aroma deeper. Just the mere remembrance of that early age pulled his mind to that era, directly after he’d assaulted the party. The glorious months after which, he’d indulged himself unhindered by his sires. No more was he held back by the restraints of the veterans. Donovan was free from that night on, to follow the lead of his will, and that’s exactly what he did. It was clear that the time spent in the past had indeed led him to this point.
Although, he wasn’t one to believe in fate.
The vampire would have huffed at the very notion of “fate”, but it was at that time the vixen resting in his arms had chosen to suck his blood stained digit into her mouth. With a clear curiosity he raised his eyebrow, now fully seeing that she was indeed surrendering to her instincts. “Wonderful.” That was the only word he thought to himself as he observed her, tasting and sampling her own blood. Subtly, his eyes fixed to the origin of the blood. Darkened eyes scanned over the bite mark, seeing that it was almost completely healed. IN fact, the only true sign that she’d been wounded, were the small rivulets of blood that were now, cut off from the source. Perhaps later, he could sample her in the same spot, or seek other locations for such a task.
Lips departed from their clamping hold on his finger, once again allowing him access to the digit. His finger had left her maw spotless, she’d sucked it clean, not leaving a hint of red as evidence. His small examination of the digit ended and he once again stared into her eyes. The pools revealed a want, or need for something. Donovan found it familiar and intriguing all at the same time. Part of him knew what she wanted, but the other half did not want to give it. It was all part of the game that he was playing, a rather rude one if he was going to understate it. It was simple, a 50/50 chance rested on his shoulders, and it all hinged on Abby. Perhaps, he would take the plunge and introduce her to the more carnal sections of her instincts, or he could drive her to that point, with every skill he’d acquired or learned over the years until she was practically begging for it. Of course then, he would simply depart without giving her what he’d made her want. If such a maneuver was done, clearly she’d be angry with him, possibly enough so that he would swiftly be evading the painful blades of he knives, but that was a conclusion he did not mind at all.
Movement from Abby pulled him away from his thoughts, and hooked him to the present. She was rising, coming up to meet him in another one of their contradicting heated kisses. He was ready for it, already moving down to meet her. However, no, that was not her goal. Her lips moved as words left them and were received by the male vampire. The effect was immediate as a grin surfaced on his cold features, teeth being displayed to the night. Mere seconds after the grin had surfaced, a slight suction had pulled his lower lip in between her full pair. The small cut she’d caused was nearly healed, but Abby was insistent with the taste she was entitled too. It was almost as if Donovan could feel the small amount of his blood being pulled out. Vampiric instincts arose at the feeling of his blood being drained. A growl threatened to build up in his throat as pure reflex. The rough sound was beaten back however, thrown back into its cell for it had no place here. This was all for fun and pleasure. Abby could take as much as she liked.
It took several moments, but she finally loosened her hold and gave him back his lip. The entire time, Donovan was grinning. This night had been the most entertainment he’d had in months and it only promised to get better. This very ideal was reinforced as his sensitive ears picked up noise, and not just any noise. It wasn’t the smooth, precise, and graceful movements of a vampire, or the rough but light steps of a wolf. No, these were human, and clumsy. Now, a light growl had suddenly arose in his throat as his head slowly turned to the side. They had interrupted his time with Abby, and this was one of those special occasions where he bordered on an outrage once being disturbed. Murderous thoughts arose at the pair. His heated gaze spoke these intents but it was obvious the couple would not see them in the darkness. Mortal eyes were so frail and terrible when it came to low light situations. Even though his own were not as acute as a wolf’s, he still held a distinct advantage.
It took a few moments but eventually, Donovan turned his head back to Abby as she spoke in Italian. The growl he’d unleashed before came out again, but this was of the more playful sort. Just after the sound, he felt her hand mimicking his own, but not as rough as he’d been. She was definitely falling prey to their natural instinct, a fact that stirred him on. However, those humans that had chosen to walk by them needed to be paid back for their crime of interruption, and it was only polite to invite Abby on such a trip.
Although, he wasn’t one to believe in fate.
The vampire would have huffed at the very notion of “fate”, but it was at that time the vixen resting in his arms had chosen to suck his blood stained digit into her mouth. With a clear curiosity he raised his eyebrow, now fully seeing that she was indeed surrendering to her instincts. “Wonderful.” That was the only word he thought to himself as he observed her, tasting and sampling her own blood. Subtly, his eyes fixed to the origin of the blood. Darkened eyes scanned over the bite mark, seeing that it was almost completely healed. IN fact, the only true sign that she’d been wounded, were the small rivulets of blood that were now, cut off from the source. Perhaps later, he could sample her in the same spot, or seek other locations for such a task.
Lips departed from their clamping hold on his finger, once again allowing him access to the digit. His finger had left her maw spotless, she’d sucked it clean, not leaving a hint of red as evidence. His small examination of the digit ended and he once again stared into her eyes. The pools revealed a want, or need for something. Donovan found it familiar and intriguing all at the same time. Part of him knew what she wanted, but the other half did not want to give it. It was all part of the game that he was playing, a rather rude one if he was going to understate it. It was simple, a 50/50 chance rested on his shoulders, and it all hinged on Abby. Perhaps, he would take the plunge and introduce her to the more carnal sections of her instincts, or he could drive her to that point, with every skill he’d acquired or learned over the years until she was practically begging for it. Of course then, he would simply depart without giving her what he’d made her want. If such a maneuver was done, clearly she’d be angry with him, possibly enough so that he would swiftly be evading the painful blades of he knives, but that was a conclusion he did not mind at all.
Movement from Abby pulled him away from his thoughts, and hooked him to the present. She was rising, coming up to meet him in another one of their contradicting heated kisses. He was ready for it, already moving down to meet her. However, no, that was not her goal. Her lips moved as words left them and were received by the male vampire. The effect was immediate as a grin surfaced on his cold features, teeth being displayed to the night. Mere seconds after the grin had surfaced, a slight suction had pulled his lower lip in between her full pair. The small cut she’d caused was nearly healed, but Abby was insistent with the taste she was entitled too. It was almost as if Donovan could feel the small amount of his blood being pulled out. Vampiric instincts arose at the feeling of his blood being drained. A growl threatened to build up in his throat as pure reflex. The rough sound was beaten back however, thrown back into its cell for it had no place here. This was all for fun and pleasure. Abby could take as much as she liked.
It took several moments, but she finally loosened her hold and gave him back his lip. The entire time, Donovan was grinning. This night had been the most entertainment he’d had in months and it only promised to get better. This very ideal was reinforced as his sensitive ears picked up noise, and not just any noise. It wasn’t the smooth, precise, and graceful movements of a vampire, or the rough but light steps of a wolf. No, these were human, and clumsy. Now, a light growl had suddenly arose in his throat as his head slowly turned to the side. They had interrupted his time with Abby, and this was one of those special occasions where he bordered on an outrage once being disturbed. Murderous thoughts arose at the pair. His heated gaze spoke these intents but it was obvious the couple would not see them in the darkness. Mortal eyes were so frail and terrible when it came to low light situations. Even though his own were not as acute as a wolf’s, he still held a distinct advantage.
It took a few moments but eventually, Donovan turned his head back to Abby as she spoke in Italian. The growl he’d unleashed before came out again, but this was of the more playful sort. Just after the sound, he felt her hand mimicking his own, but not as rough as he’d been. She was definitely falling prey to their natural instinct, a fact that stirred him on. However, those humans that had chosen to walk by them needed to be paid back for their crime of interruption, and it was only polite to invite Abby on such a trip.