Tempt Me Not
Summary:
Tempt; when one yearns to do something, but persuasion is needed.
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Personal Pride
Personal pride is a thing that most humans are accostomed to, once reached the ripened age of maturity, though the feeling is uncommon, a crude rarity among those who are condemned to walk the Earth's face for all of life. Those beings being vampyres. One might suggest the idea ludicrous, even the suggester, delirious. But to be sure, one had to be a vampyre in order know truly and well. But it was not allowed, conversation between vampyre or mortal, it was either your fellow race and sundry, or no-one at all.
These were Mother Nature's harshest laws.
But one particular vampyre we focus on, is one silver-haired 200 year old vampyre, the golden-eyed InuYasha. You could hardly call them sun-kissed, for he hadn't even glimpsed the sun in what seemed an eternity. That was the envy the vampyre's possessed, envying the mortals to be able to walk free day and night, not chained to darkened cloak that blessed the moon's features.
Soft, angelic singing infaltrated his extrordinary hearing, his dog-ears twitching violently, as if afraid the sound might disappeared. The voice appeared feminine, and the scent the he caught was most certainly female. And what a funny scent it was. Peaches and cream? He had never eccountered one with such a scent, but he wasn't complaining.
Following the voice, he soon found himself staring bemusedly at a mortal girl, sprawled on the hill-side, staring at the star-spangled sky, a small, content and warming smile placed magestically upon her face. He noted her figure with greed, and cursed the dress that obscured his vision. Nothing special, just an ordinary, white knee-length, strap dress. He'd seen fancier clothing on sheep.
But still, the simplicity of her had gained his undaunting attention. He faintly took in that the singing had stopped, and only when she looked him directly in the eye, did she scramble to her feet and run off.
"No, my dear, you won't get away,"
Hushed words escaped his lips, and one leap, and he was infront of her. He gave a fanged grin, elicting a pitiful yet adorable whimper from her. "My dear, what brings you out here so late at night?"
"I.. I was going to.. v- visit some.. one.."
He smirked in victory at her broken sentence. "Who?" The vampyre named InuYasha inquired, in faux curiosity. "Ano.."
"Ah, my dear, hasn't anyone ever told you, to never lie to a vampyre?"
She squeaked, and nodded.
"What might your name be, dear?"
"Ka- Kagome.."
"Well, Kagome, my name is InuYasha, and I if I am not mistaken," He leant in, successfully pinning Kagome to a gnarled tree, place a hand either side of her head, his mouth inches away from hers, noses touching, and legs slightly tangled together.
"You are mine."
His fangs grazed where her neck and shoulder met, making said girl shiver. "F- fangs.."
"Hm? Oh yes, Kagome, they are rather.. intimidating, wouldn't you say?" He husked again her neck. She whimpered in response, and he rewarded her with a sharp nip to the skin. "Stop it!" Came the frantic cry, as dainty hands tried to push him, the vampyre, away. No. She would not have the satisfaction of freedom, or release. Dragging her to his chest, and dipping her slightly, he plunged his fangs into her neck, and drank.
For the first time ever, he felt true personal pride.
Fin.