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This fic is loosely based on an ongoing RP on the site I co-own. It's a segment of short stories leading from the creation of my vampire on until the start of the RP (and possibly after). You can find the link to the RP site on my profile.
Bloody Kisses: Death & Rebirth
She was beautiful. Pale skin, white hair, and dark, deep eyes. A slim figure covered in a skin tight miniskirt, and a loose black blouse. Long legs, pale and smooth, accentuated by sleek red pumps. She leaned back against the bar, watching everyone dancing, watching couples in the shadowy corners, sipping on colorful drinks, sitting close together. Watched groups of friends at tables closer to the dance floor, joking and drinking.
That's where he first spotted her, at the bar. He was going up to get his third drink of the night. His body warm, and loose from having been on the floor, dancing amongst the sea of bodies, moving to the beat of the music, and hardly noticing anyone else. Ordering his drink absently, he pulled his phone out of his jeans, checking to see the number of missed calls and texts, as they steadily rose from single digits to double. All from his Father, except for a few from his brother, which were probably actually from his father, just trying to get his attention.
Annoyed at his parental unit's determination, he pocketed the phone, and took his beer, throwing what he owed on the table. He took the cold glass in hand, and that's when he felt them. Those eyes, so dark in the flashing lights of the club, they looked black. He met them head on, grinning at the woman, like he would do for any woman he thought was checking him out.
He lifted his beer towards her, and she gave a smirk, before turning her attention back to the dancers. Shrugging, he left her there, going back to the table of his drinking buddies, none of whom he could name outside the clubs or bars. Not that he thought they even knew his name. The joy of drinking with mostly strangers, they rarely remembered you, and even with his unnaturally pale skin, vibrant red eyes, and white hair he could be hard to remember after a long night of drinking.
So he sat with them, shouting jokes over the music, and gulping at his beer, as though he thought someone would take it from him. And really, someone could, he wasn't legal by stateside law. He downed the rest of it, savoring the taste on the last mouthful. It wasn't really a flavour he liked. English beer, he knew, had nothing on true German beer, but he'd take what he could get and not complain.
Standing, he gave one last glance at the group, deciding that they were losers he wouldn't waste his time with anywhere else, he left them at the table and headed towards the dance floor again. Pushing his way into the throng of people, forcing his way in, it took about ten minutes before he was successfully surrounded by people in the center of the dance floor.
He moved to the sound of the music, it's beat echoing in his very soul. Hips swaying, body twisting, arms moving on their own, eyes closed, and head tilted up, he moved on his own. Every now and again brushing against someone else, or having one of them bumping into him. He hardly noticed, as his body relaxed, blood flowing more smoothly, as he was able to forget all the stress of his day-to-day life. School, work, fighting with his dad, being scolded by his younger brother. It all melted away with the thrum of the music, became nothing.
It wasn't until he felt small, cold hands, pressing against his hips and pushing up his sides, that he opened his eyes. Their touch was obviously not that of someone making accidental contact, and he was a bit displeased with that. Until, that is, his eyes met the dark orbs of the woman from the bar. Standing with her so close, she was shorter than him by a few inches, her body lean, and cold to the touch, pressed close to his, swaying and moving to the rhythm. Her arms wove around his shoulders, one hand playing with the hair at the base of his neck, twirling the sweat-dampened locks around her fingers.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, pressed flush together in the midst of the crowd. Her chest to his, her hips fitting perfectly when matched with his, one of his legs sliding between her's, bending up to press against her center, as his hands followed the curves of her body to rest at her hips, pulling her with him. Moving them both to the beat.
He couldn't drag his eyes away from her, her pale heart-shaped face, with wide dark eyes, cupid-bow lips, and high cheek bones. The soft way hair swayed around her, long locks of it falling into her face, so light it nearly melded with her skin color. Then, suddenly, her hands were pulling him down, and those cupid-bow lips were pressed to his own lips. They were soft, and sweet, pressing against his. So enraptured with her kiss, he hardly noticed as she pulled him back.
He was unaware of them leaving the crowd, or the feel of his phone vibrating in his pocket, it's ringtone lost in the sound of the music and the thumping of his heart echoing in his head. She led him out of the club, out into the cool night air, her lips finally pulled away, but a sweet seductive smile forming, as she beckoned him forward, leading him along. She pulled away from his touch, a coy look on her face. Her hand took one of his, and he followed, loyally, allowing himself to be pulled into an alley, back to where the glow of the street lights couldn't touch them, into shadows and damp darkness.
She pressed him against a wall, pinning him to it with her body. Her hands gliding over his body, sliding under his shirt, caressing along his jean-clad thighs. Her lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along his jaw and throat. His own hands reached out for her, stroking her back, gripping her hips, tangling in her long silky hair. He ducked his head, trying to catch her lips with his again, but she weaved away from the touch, smiling sweetly. She reached up, gripping his chin, and tilting his head, so their eyes locked.
Her gaze was still dark, but in the shadows, as he saw nothing but her, he could pick out swirls of red, bright and ominous. Something in him urged him to run, get away, but he ignored it. Instead, letting himself be coaxed into a relaxed, calm state. He leaned against the wall, letting her move closer, one of her hands sliding down to grasp through his jeans, the other trailing fluttering fingertips along his collar bone.
She dipped her head, and those dark eyes, with their ruby highlights, disappeared from his sight. Mid-moan, he felt something sharp, piercing the side of his throat. He struggled now, hands shoving into her hair, trying to pry her head away, but she didn't budge. Her own hands, small, cold and soft, reached up, grabbing him by the forearms, and pushing him harder against the wall. The sharp pain of being bitten faded into a dull throb as her teeth retracted, and only returned when she started to suck. Forcibly pulling his blood from his body, her tongue, as cold as the rest of her body, lapped at his torn skin, making sure not a single drop of red escaped her.
His vision began to swim, a strangled cry dying on his lips, as his body grew heavy. Legs shaking, he would have fallen, if she hadn't stayed close, pressing him against the wall, holding him up. Spots formed in his vision, his body growing cold, and numb, as her body grew hot, warm and comforting against his. His arms fell limp at his sides, and she released them, letting her hands slid down his chest, along his abs, dipping between the hem of his jeans to brush along his hips. He couldn't fight the her touch, let it lull him away from himself. Away from the pain throbbing in his throat, from the cold wrapping around him, like a familiar blanket, cruel and deadly.
Then she was pulling away, her mouth red with his blood, eyes bright and a ruby color that could easily challenge his own red eyes. A sad smile formed, as her small hands caressed his face, like the way a mother would her child. As he started to slump down, she pressed a bloody kiss to his forehead, her hands running softly over his face, throat, and shoulders. Words were murmured, but he couldn't place them, the syllables not forming correctly in his ears. Then something hot and wet pressed to his mouth, metallic and bitter.
Weakly, he tried to shove it away, but she grabbed his hair, tugging his head back, crouching down over his slumped body. His eyes rolled in his head, as darkness moved in along the edges of his vision. Her fingers pushed between his lips, prying his mouth open, and that hot wet thing returned, spilling bitter liquid down his throat, that burned like fire. He groaned, and struggled, trying to get away, but the hand returned to his hair, holding his head still, as she sat on his legs, straddling his thighs. Her face pressed to the side of his, her lips brushing against his ear, "Shhhh, drink."
Pain, agonizing and vicious, ripped through his already aching body, without remorse. If he could have, he would have screamed, as it was, all he could do was whimper and shudder under her. His throat closing and opening sporadically, taking more of the liquid in, even as he tried so hard to avoid swallowing. His stomach ached, rebelling against him, trying to get rid of the foul taste.
Then it was over. The pain ebbed away, the thing at his mouth moved away, and her lips returned there. Her tongue, warm and rough, licked along his lips, dipping into his mouth, before she pulled away. Another kiss to his forehead, one to his cheek, and her hand smoothing down his hair. She stood slowly, and as his eyes closed, he could make out the vague shape of walking away, leaving him the dark shadows of an alleyway. Alone, weak, vulnerable.
