Hey this is just a quick one shot i thaught of while watching twilight but it has nothing to do with twilight. This is written from a vampire santanas POV and the whole, gorey vampire stuff might not be for everyone. Rather gorey so be warned.
I hated being home alone. It gave me too many devilish temptations. Without my parents around it gave me the chance to release, to release the clenching hold back I had to go through every day life with and loosen up, let my vampire instinct out and go on a ravenous frenzy. A frenzy I always regretted afterwards.
When your pupils undilute and you realize your crouching in a pool of innocent young girls' blood, it's not a nice feeling. This evening I'm trying to avoid that.
The sound of my elongated finger nails scraping the bottom of the popcorn bowl snapped me from my mindless glare on the bright television screen and I realized it was empty. Three bowls of popcorn and a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream still hadn't satisfied my craving, a craving no food could ever fill. Seriously how am I still in shape?
My eyes snapped from the lesbian British soap and wondered to the window above it, it's getting dark now and the orange glow of the sunset is glistening over the fields and forrest infront of my house. The sun was red, crimson in fact. Gosh how I crave crimson. Urgh! I hate being like this. I hate the stupid bastard who transfigured me into this horrible monstrosity on Halloween. How original.
Not even the arousal running through my body from the sight of the two girls getting sexy on the television could detract me from my sinister glare on the sun, and it's... blood-likeness. I need to be ravenous again. Or clear my head.
I shot up from my position tucked under my fluffy leopard print blanket on the couch and strode over into the hall, grabbing my keys from the top of the shoe rack and swing the door open, the mildly warm midsummer air breezing over my face, blowing the scent of local human blood into my extra sensitive nostrils.
Must clear head.
I threw the hood of my leather jacket over my head and kept my head low as I crossed the street of young children playing and headed straight for the rocky slope that led to the fields. Good job after two years surrounded by my prey, I've grown resistant to the urge of draining every human in my sight's blood. I just have been having a bit of a dry spell, blood wise, lately.
See I have this ritual were once a month, I allow myself to find one girl my age who I let myself cut into and drink a fair amount of blood from without ever biting or releasing my venom. I had grown very good self control so this was rather easy to do and I'd blackmail the girl that if they told, I wouldn't hold back in changing them... painfully.
I breathed in the fresh air of the fields, my hands buried in the pockets of my maroon cheenos as I approached the edge of the small cliffs, the place I go to think things through. It's a lonely place, to be alone. The place I'd go to feast on the o negative blood packets I usually break into the hospital and steal. That how desperate I can get.
I looked up at the never ending view of Ohio as I came to the top of the last red bricked slope, such a beautiful city. A city I'm a biggest threat to. I could kill the entire population easily but I have too much control for that.
Suddenly in the middle of my admiration, the sweet scent of human hair drifted into my nostrils and my eyes snapped down to find a blonde girl sitting over the edge of the ledge, her legs dangling over, about a 60, 70 foot drop below her, sobbing softly. I felt my fangs rip from my gums painfully and held back the scream as savageness took over my senses. Looks like I've found my monthly treat...
I felt the surge of blood seep into my pupils and holding back became impossible. I skid down the red rock silently, probably quicker than light but my abnormal speed had began to be unapparent to me.
Before I knew it I was standing behind the snivelling blonde, my head tilted to the side as I breathed in the sweet scent of the girl, my tongue sliding over my aching fangs.
"What's a pretty young girl like you doing out here all alone at this time of night?"
The blonde snapped around in shock and I immediately recognized her from school. Her name is Brittany, she's in my science class and she's the reason I'm currently failing biology, because I'm always too busy drooling over her. She's so beautiful but is the type of girl who never looks at a girl like me twice. Although she's a loud and proud lesbian, she's the 'cool' type who hangs around with a bunch of pretty, bitchy bisexuals. The type who point and laugh at a outcast like me. But she's not like them. She always seems lonely and prefers to hang with the boys in my science, like me, but we have very little conversation. I think she's embarrassed of being around me.
Her eyes fixed to my claw like nails, to my exposed fangs and blood red eyes. She let out a small shriek before smiling and looking at me questioningly.
"Halloweens about five months away" she laughed. I noticed the skin beneath her eyes was glistening with wetness. She'd been crying. I chuckled and sat besides her, dangling my legs over the side.
"yeah it is well done. These aren't fake though, wanna see Brittany?"
I gripped at brittanys wrist, my nails piercing through a layer of her skin causing her to yelp, her eyes widening with fright as she stared into my blood red eyes. Such a beauty about to be covered in her own sticky crimson. Delicious.
"What? What the fuck?" Is all that could escape brittanys mouth as her breathing picked up with fear. A loud scream suddenly erupted from her mouth and her eyes shot open twice as wide as I dug my nails further into her skin, sticky blood sticking into my nails which unusually shot arousal through my veins.
"Now listen sweet heart. You won't believe a word of this until I prove it which I will but, you see, I'm what they call a... vampire" I explained with a sinister tone, my eye brows raised honestly.
The second she gave me a disbelieving look, I clutched deeper into her wrist and shot my free hand for her throat. This is for ignoring me all these years. I pushed her back against the dry grass and took literally no time in straddling her waist as she gripped my arm and struggles for air.
"...And this is what's going to happen..." I growled, my bangs falling into my face from my hood as I snarled down at the blonde, lightening my grip once I realized my super strength could kill her any second.
"...I'm thirsty but I don't want to hurt you. If you resist or grass, I will. I just need a drink..." My nails scrapped across her wrist and drew a deep gash which delicious blood immediately spewed from.
"...and your ganna give it me."
She struggled for release beneath me but my forceful grip still had her restrained causing a small whimper of protest to escape her delicate lips.
"So? What ya say Britt Britt? Let me drink you out or try and fight me off? Which let me tell you wouldn't work." I smirked evilly, bringing my fingers from their position dug into brittanys skin up to my lips to slowly suck off the blood from my fingertips, moaning at the moorish taste. I noticed Brittany biting softly on her lip as I did this, shocking me. How could she possibly, as a helpless human, feel arousal from this. She must be some sick emo or something.
I pulled my fingers from my mouth and reclutched her wrist hard, squeezing it softly, watching as the hot crimson dribbled down her wrist from her pierced wound, raising my eye brows, still awaiting my answer.
Brittanys expression was unreadable, I couldn't tell if it was pure arousal or pure terror, but she nodded slightly anyway, probably fearing for her life, so I slowly leant down and brought brittanys wrist to inches away from my lips, breathing in the metal smelling liquid causing my need for the substance to overtake me.
I latched my lips around the deep wound and slowly sucked in the liquid whilst Brittany trembled beneath me. The blood spluttered into my mouth like water as I sucked hard, my desire hard to hold back from, it was hard not to bite. So goddamn hard. Brittanys skin was so amazing to smell and taste, just like her blood.
I moaned throatily at the sensation of her blood flowing down my throat and continued to suck, not desiring to stop any time soon.
"Santana, please, I can't feel my arm" Brittany half moaned, she sounded so weak and so hurt which I couldn't take. I had the hots for this girl so I couldn't actually hurt her, could I?
I pulled my lips from the wound, the burning desire scorching my throat still therefore I couldn't stop. I needed more of this girl. Now.
I let go of her neck slightly and then it hit me, the perfect blood vessels are found in the throat. I moved my lips up her arm, over her shoulder and positioned myself over her left collar bone, both of us breathing heavily as I brought my hand up to The skin over the bone, pushing my nails into the skin lightly before scraping deep into the skin, blood rising to the surface and dribbling out of the wound. So hot.
My lips lowered to the slash, ignoring brittanys mixture of painful,blood curdling screams and moans and pressing her lips lightly over of blood and sucked lightly, a moan escaping both of our mouths simultaneously.
"Why am I so turned on by this? I always thought you were soo hot" Brittany breathed heavily, her fingers trailing up the back of my leather jacket to tangle themselves in my hair, gripping and pulling hard to mask the pain.
"And thats realy all you can think of saying while im draining your blood?" I growled while my sucking continued, hard and strong on the blood lined pressure point while Brittany continued to squirm and twitch beneath me. In any other circumstances I'd be so turned on by this and I'd be imagining this girl doing very unholy things. She's so sexy.
Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my hips, pulling them down to grind against brittanys. Shit. Why was she doing this. The way she threw her head back and ground against me while I did this was just too arousing. I wanted her.
A moan traveled up my throat, stopping my ravenous feeding, so I couldn't resist sliding my lips up over her soft smelling skin to drag along her neck, absentmindedly pressing wet, bloody kisses to the perfumed skin causing trails of her own thick blood to dribble down her throat and onto the dried out grass below our bodies. The sound of it's dripping audible in my super sensitive ear drums. It was amazing really.
I squeezed my eyes shut as a eager pair of hands fumbled at my zipper and the last drop of blood drizzled from my mouth allowing me to press hot kisses to her jawbone. I breathed in a shot of sharp air as a cool hand slipped into my panties and continued to trail down to my definitely dripping core. My hands shot up to grab at the blonde hair and sticky neck and I braught up my lips to press them to hers in a full blown kiss, our tongues exploring the others mouth, brittanys tongue wondering over my sharpened canines and the taste of blood mixing in out mouths.
Suddenly I felt it, brittanys slick index finger slipped between my southern lips Sending shivers through my bones as we continued to kiss. Her finger gathered up my wetness on her fingertip and began drawing sloppy circles around my throbbing clit, a deep moan sounding from my mouth into hers as she picked up her pace, her free hand roaming up my jacket to grab at the skin beneath it, venturing up after a while to grope at my breast, kneading it under her palm, slowly driving me insane.
Her circling fingertip trailed downwards until she was slowly tracing my enterance, dipping in every now and then causing a cry of pure need each time until her whole finger finally began pumping fastly in and out of my wet core as I continued to suck and kiss at her blood stained neck. Her two didgited thrusts were mind-blowing and each time I held back a cry of ecstasy.
she felt so amazing inside of me and I didn't want this to ever end, her fingers were magical. This was exactly like one of my perverted day dreams I'd had while I was supposed to be concentration on some science exam.
Suddenly my stomach muscles began contracting and brittanys fingers pumped faster and faster as I came closer to my second type of release of the night. My torso was fastly spasming and my arms were too weak to support my body weight as I loudly cried brittanys name against her neck as my release hit me hard and I lunged to kiss brittanys soft skinned neck when the crunch of human flesh filled my ears followed by a painful cry of pure pain...
...I'd bit her.
Hey im considering turning this into a two shot and writing a second part from brittanys POV? Please review and tell me if you think I should! Thanks for reading. =)
