He took her on the battlefield. Bodies lay everywhere, the smell of burning flesh did not deter his lust, or hers. He lays her down among the corpses, bloody dirt covering her pale skin like a blanket as he sinks into her.
Blood.
She claws at the ground, her hands becoming red with the blood draining from bodies near by, the ground, over saturated with the life liquid, willingly dispensing it on her cursed finger tips. She rakes her bloody hands down her body, leaving red lines down eerie white skin.
He follows these trails with his tongue, a snake like thing with a flickering motion. She moans, and gasps as a slight flick teases a nipple at the same time as a thrust.
He smiles.
"Sing to me, Bella."
He pounds into her, raising her arousal with every thrust. She sings a chorus of dark murmurings, moans, and screams as he places a curled finger on her nub, and rubs.
They erupt. Her chorus reaches a climax.
"Tom", she moans as she is filled with him. He hisses, as an array of emotions hit him, the only reason why he knows that he is still somewhat human.
He looks at her, his darkened song bird, before he slits her throat. *
*Obviously, she is not dead. This will be explained later.
Author's note: This is the beginning. It's a series of one shots that are one shots, but still can be read in an order. Sorry it's been awhile, I've been going through a lot of crap.