What do you do when it's late at night and your listing to a disturbing yet cool song…?
Make a small drabble over course.
The One
He hugged her like no tomorrow, lengthy arms wrapping themselves around her body once warm body. His eyes were empty, his features inhuman, but the affection he was showing to this one person would surprise his kind. He couldn't take advantage of her…he wouldn't.
They were suppose to go together, but…but she…she didn't wait for him.
He gripped her body closer to his. He nuzzled her neck as if she was alive; tracing it with small kisses and licks.
The body was unresponsive. Not that he expected anything in return for his ministration…but it would have been nice. His pale hands gripped her equally pale hair and inhaled her scent. She still smelled of wild flowers. He felt a tug on his lips, a smile maybe or frown; he didn't know. His face now inches away from hers; his lips were now inches away from hers. If only she was breathing…he could image the feel her warm breath on his skin. He could image the look she would give him with those forest green eyes. He wanted her to be with him right now…with him. Heaven, hell he didn't care.
Jade eyes studied her peaceful form. She was always beautiful to him, even when she wasn't trying. His eyes studied her floral hair, her heat shaped face, full lips…
She was driving him up the wall with her very presences. He looked at her again and glanced at her face and body. Her neck had always been his favourite out of all the other parts of her body. Long, pure and full of blood.
His kind thought it was comical that she had agreed to his proposal. Having a give and take relationship with a being such as himself was dangerous.
Another tug on his lips, he was sure it was a smirk.
He remembered touching this body…her body like this, kissing her body like this. He would put one hand in her hair –her soft hair – while the other was at her waist.
He closed his eyes.
Their mouths would engage it never ending activity; after sometime things would get heated.
Their tongues would have a mind of their own and battle each other for dominance. She would moan and pull on his wild hair. Tugging, pulling and if thing were very exciting she would scratch him and actually draw blood.
He wouldn't mind the pain, he liked like pain she would give him. It made him felt alive.
He opened his eyes and buried his face into neck and took a bite.
It wasn't fair that she – of all people – could leave him on this cursed planet. To live the rest of his hell like days immortal. Unable to die.
He sucked at her wound almost like what he did when he would latch upon her breasts and fed. Her blood was cold but still refreshing. He didn't want to take advantage of her body, but he could help himself. She was like a drug calling his name.
If he thought about it, it was her fault she was like this.
She agreed to this deal knowing it was forbidden love that would never work out…no matter how much he wanted it to work.
But in his cold heart he knew that she was the one.
Sorry if you see grammar errors (I know you will) but it's 2:00am in the morning and i'm tired. I just wanted to get this out of my system. The song is called 'The One' by Elena Siegman from the Shi no numa soundtrack ( Call of Duty World at war)
*Yawn* tell me what you think thank you for reading. *Yawn*
Going to sleep.