Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2009 16:13:18 GMT -5
It pleased him just how quickly her arrogant little grin vanished when she realised exactly what was going to happen. Indeed, Davis even found himself somewhat aroused by her struggles, a sure sign of the monster he was slowly growing closer to becoming with each passing encounter with those who served him as his victims. He met her grin with one of his own seconds before he struck as the point of her blade parted his flesh with the caustic fury only silver could evoke against his kind, even as his flesh bubbled and seared under the presence of the hated lunar metal, Davis was impelled by the pain, nothing so great despite it being silver as he reckoned things, it would after all take a great deal more to slow him down let alone bring him down. For that was the nature of this beast of war. The sharp rush of her cry, a hellion chorus of pain and pleasure intermixed combined with the sudden rush of the heated, stolen life, that coursed through her veins only spurred him on to bite down all the harder...
It was a curious thing, to drink the blood of another. Not that Davis had any psychological dependence upon such or indeed could draw any kind of nutritional substance from the crimson substance that was so uniform as if it was all pumped out from the same factory as it were, yet so very unique in its flavouring and consistency. In that moment, Davis came to understand the crux of the vampire drinking problem; there were those who ate who and what they needed to, to survive night by night. But then there were those who drank and drank and drank of the rich variation of the mortal herd through which they hunted at the bounds of. Those were the addicts or the jaded connoisseurs who wanted nothing more than to experience it all. Every flavour, every subtle combination of emotions that flavoured the blood and the whole range of not so subtle chemical cocktails that did the same...
So Davis drank, drank deeply despite the part of him that was still human, rebelling against the sheer wrongness of the act, his breaths, taken through the nose, coming all the more sharply as he drank, somewhat surprised to find that not only was the taste pleasing to his tongue but his stomach did nothing to rebel against the blood that had begun to fill it. Even as she spoke out at him; “Enjoying the taste there big boy? If you wanted to bite all you had to do was ask.” Davis responded with nothing but a grunt, coming in part from the animal pleasure of slaking some dark thirst upon the blood of another and the movement of the knife in his side, guided of course by her hand as it worked its searing magic upon his flesh. The sound of the other blade clattering to the ground signified she was either giving into him, an idea that Davis found somewhat disappointing, her struggles were after all, most amusing to him. Or she was about to try and throw him off, something Davis prepared for by locking his jaws, making it so that to throw him off was to ensure he took a little piece of her with him...
“Let me go.”
The tugging upon the blade in his leg coupled with the hand that rose to grasp his throat, pressing down as she sought to take his air in order to secure her release told him that she fully intended to release her. Had he not been so concerned with savouring his meal while he could, he would have offered one of those sinister predatory grins of his as he added quite silently, a thought, that’s my girl... Davis relished the grinding contact of their flesh as he leant into her, not fighting her escape as she might have thought but rather seeking to aid it as only he could...By aiming a sharp knee for her gut just as he did as she asked and released his grip upon her so that he could slide backwards and away from her. Leaving her to discover, once he had departed...Exactly how big his teeth were and how they were all the better for eating people with...
Standing apart from her now, her blood streaming from his mouth, the mark of the sudden onset of his rabid and cannibalistic desire, Davis adopted that stance of arrogant ease with which he had faced her a moment or two before, despite the fact that his passions were more than stirred and his heart beat a thunderous crescendo at the thought of further play time with this one... Considering that, Davis took a breath, the action further enhancing the fading phantom presence of her fingers were they had grasped his throat, before speaking once more.
“Why thank you precious...That was...Exquisite...My first try...”
It was a curious thing, to drink the blood of another. Not that Davis had any psychological dependence upon such or indeed could draw any kind of nutritional substance from the crimson substance that was so uniform as if it was all pumped out from the same factory as it were, yet so very unique in its flavouring and consistency. In that moment, Davis came to understand the crux of the vampire drinking problem; there were those who ate who and what they needed to, to survive night by night. But then there were those who drank and drank and drank of the rich variation of the mortal herd through which they hunted at the bounds of. Those were the addicts or the jaded connoisseurs who wanted nothing more than to experience it all. Every flavour, every subtle combination of emotions that flavoured the blood and the whole range of not so subtle chemical cocktails that did the same...
So Davis drank, drank deeply despite the part of him that was still human, rebelling against the sheer wrongness of the act, his breaths, taken through the nose, coming all the more sharply as he drank, somewhat surprised to find that not only was the taste pleasing to his tongue but his stomach did nothing to rebel against the blood that had begun to fill it. Even as she spoke out at him; “Enjoying the taste there big boy? If you wanted to bite all you had to do was ask.” Davis responded with nothing but a grunt, coming in part from the animal pleasure of slaking some dark thirst upon the blood of another and the movement of the knife in his side, guided of course by her hand as it worked its searing magic upon his flesh. The sound of the other blade clattering to the ground signified she was either giving into him, an idea that Davis found somewhat disappointing, her struggles were after all, most amusing to him. Or she was about to try and throw him off, something Davis prepared for by locking his jaws, making it so that to throw him off was to ensure he took a little piece of her with him...
“Let me go.”
The tugging upon the blade in his leg coupled with the hand that rose to grasp his throat, pressing down as she sought to take his air in order to secure her release told him that she fully intended to release her. Had he not been so concerned with savouring his meal while he could, he would have offered one of those sinister predatory grins of his as he added quite silently, a thought, that’s my girl... Davis relished the grinding contact of their flesh as he leant into her, not fighting her escape as she might have thought but rather seeking to aid it as only he could...By aiming a sharp knee for her gut just as he did as she asked and released his grip upon her so that he could slide backwards and away from her. Leaving her to discover, once he had departed...Exactly how big his teeth were and how they were all the better for eating people with...
Standing apart from her now, her blood streaming from his mouth, the mark of the sudden onset of his rabid and cannibalistic desire, Davis adopted that stance of arrogant ease with which he had faced her a moment or two before, despite the fact that his passions were more than stirred and his heart beat a thunderous crescendo at the thought of further play time with this one... Considering that, Davis took a breath, the action further enhancing the fading phantom presence of her fingers were they had grasped his throat, before speaking once more.
“Why thank you precious...That was...Exquisite...My first try...”