Disclaimer: As if I'm as good as Rachel Caine!
AN: Another story based off of the story Worth Living For, with Clea Blaisdell, the twelve year old redhead that Bishop would have fed on if Shane and Micheal hadn't saved her. In this case, she wasn't able to cry out though, so this is AU
Clea stared pleadingly at the vampire who had her in his grip. His hand was so tightly that she couldn't even whimper.
"Now, now my child, do be quiet and this will be over quickly," the vampire said in a quietly authoritive voice. Clea felt her heart plummet to her feet and a trickle of urine dribbled down her legs as her bladder emptied itself.
"Are you scared little girl?" the vampire taunted with an evil smile and suddenly Clea knew exactly who was holding her. There was only one vampire who had a smile that evil, one who had haunted her nightmares since she had first seen him and that was Bishop. There was no way that Bishop would ever show mercy to a human in his possession and certainly not one he had in his hand.
"I do so love it when they're scared," Bishop said, licking his lips and he ran his tongue over the base of her neck. "It adds to the pleasure of the kill."
Clea tried kicking him away, but Bishop only laughed.
"Such delicious fear. Good, good," he chuckled. "I was beginning to think that you had…frozen."
With his free hand, he reached down and ripped away her top, exposing her chest to the cold air and he ran his finger across her stomach and up her flat chest, licking his lips as he went. Clea began to hyperventilate and Bishop's grin became even wider. Suddenly, without warning, he pounced and ripped her throat out. Draining her body, he tossed aside the empty carcass with a dull thump.
"Truly delicious," he murmured as he licked his lips. "Truly delicious."
