Vampire
He had a smile like the tingle down your spine in the middle of a dark woods—sacred, beautiful, fearful. She was arrested, staring like she never wanted to look away, with a tremor of apprehension running through her like a whispered warning. He winked, and she flushed a brilliantly tender pink with the enthusiasm of flattery to one unaccustomed to it. He held out a hand and she crashed in spectacular silence within that moment.
Used to blending in and meshing with the grey of the walls, his hands running along her skin and spreading color down the untouched surfaces was a dazzling rush. She had never thought herself particularly beautiful, but he breathed heat across her ear, murmuring that she was a goddess.
She clung to his words like a shipwrecked sailor, unwilling to come down off the rocks and the tempest, following him further and further down wherever he would lead her as she chased his elusive promises. Strength had never been her forte, and she had never ached for anything like she craved the heat of his approval sliding through her veins.
Needing whatever shred he would give her, she allowed him whatever he liked. With a shaky breath she pawned off his hands pulling her close and taking, taking, taking… all in exchange for the sound of his voice saying she was everything he ever wanted. His words could cut her open, wrap around her and strangle her to the floor if he chose. Or he could smile and make her heart skip a beat, draw wild laughter from her lungs and make her ears buzz with heady exhilaration.
A dizzying rush and plunge, he could draw the breath from her with his lips or with his fists, and he took a kind of cruel amusement from watching the tears streak mascara down her cheeks, only to wipe them away and twist her pretty little head into thinking that she had deserved it. He drained her near to empty, pale and desperate, until she believed he was the only one who could infuse vibrancy back into her stark blankness.
Her lip trembled, and she was so addicted to the euphoria of his attention that she could only nod her assent. With an almost tender look breezing across the ice and destruction of his green-grey eyes, a world of shadows and intrigue, he brushed back a reckless half-curl from her flushed cheek, pressed a soft kiss to her temple. He gathered his close, whispering to her words that she caught delicately in her hands like butterflies, pulling them to her chest with childish jealousy. She wrapped her bruised arms around him, feeling his warmth soaking into her. She relaxed instinctively into his touch, soothed by his assurances that it wouldn't happen again, that he loved her, that she was beautiful, special, wanted, adored…
And carefully, gently, he drew her head to the side and sank his teeth into her neck.
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Dude, Abusive relationships suck. I'm pissed, and this seemed a better way of handling it then trying to deck someone a lot bigger then me.