This is the story I will most likely be working on most, since I have been having a bit of writer's block for my others lately. It's quite annoying..but hopefully I can actually work on this one.. Inspired by the song, Can You Feel My Heart, by Bring Me The Horizon. Listen to that song.
He was an abomination, one that needed to be effaced.
She drifted through the quiescent house, a ghost whose pale complexion was illuminated by a single candle. She didn't know when it became clear that he was a demon, Lucifer's child in the living flesh. Before she was dense, blinded by his alluring looks and deceitful tongue, his satin voice muddling her judgment and rendering her into a puddle of melted butter. The enchanting words he hummed had corrupted what was righteous in her eyes. All that was good turned erroneous, casting a light of angelic purity upon him.
She was weak, in the mind and her emotions, captivated from the first look. The look his icy blue eyes sent down her spine—it was chilling, naughty almost. His sultry drawls and lean, toned body, they overwhelmed the mortal woman. Demons were meant to lure women, and they never failed at doing just that. To be enamoured by an entity so heinous, she didn't purposely do it, but nonetheless she had fallen for him.
That was all prior to the revelation of his true identity. Before her knowledge that he was a monstrous being, cast out by society and all that was holy and sanctified. But he was too perfect for her to believe it. The signs were in vain to her, the mortal who had lost her heart to a demon. His unblemished self could simply not be what others claimed he was. This boy was a replication of God.
She refused to see reason, until it was too late. Only when he had shown his true colors by committing a massacre in the town did she find clarity. The world was tossed into a refined sharpness, every corner and soft edge turned to razors, as if she'd been thrown into a frozen lake. She finally saw past his charade to the malignant spirit who had played the part of a wolf in sheep's clothing. And..he was terrifying.
Bare feet were muffled on rough wood flooring as the girl turned the hall, staring down its vastness. Shadows draped the walls and obfuscated framed pictures, taken and painted; one depicted the almighty God himself. The corridor before her extended like an infinitely winding path laid with the capes of these shadows, ghostly coloured gems lit upon the wood were the illuminated rays of moonlight. It spiraled onward into eternity, seeming that there really was no end, no door or destination it led to. She took a reassuring breath, and commanded her legs to move.
On the door at the hall's end, what would she discovery? By prior experience, she had learned that this demon..He did not sleep. His claret tinted eyes would pierce the dark and cause her to become rigid whenever she walked in, unexpected; she was curious on the sleeping habits of supernatural beings. Unnerving, even enfeebling. His collectively cool stare was enough to make her his slave. It was an act of hypnotism that did not seem to fool her. It made him all the more dangerous.
The door came too soon; the hall had manipulated her by giving convincing looks and appearing as an ever extending passage. Splinters jutted out of the cheap wood like threatening signs, advising her it would be safe to turn around. She wished she could, oh how badly she wished this was nothing but a dream, but wishes weren't reality. Wishes wouldn't make the demon who habited her house leave. If wishes were as powerful as people made them to be, she would be the most desired, wealthiest—
She would not have a house guest who she was sure had made a snack out of her feline.
The woman winced at the door's creaking, regretting the voice that had recommended she oil its hinges, and how she had disregarded it. Stealing a glance around the room's caliginous interior, she couldn't miss him. He lie in bed, expression one of pure boredom and expectance. He hadn't raised a brow at her entrance, not that it was surprisingly. This boy didn't show much emotion, as it was, and it suited his formidable demeanor.
Her body was stiff and unmoving, as if her bones knew this was the point of no return, and it wasn't quite certain what would become. She wouldn't fear him any longer, demon or not, he didn't hold any control over her. Len Kagamine, the monster's name, would plague her mind and twist her dreams into malicious nightmares no more. Her short nails dug into the molting wood softly, the stench of decay smacking her across the face. His diet, as he referred to his intake of strictly human flesh, repulsed her to no end.
And it was to her distress that she was to bring the innocent victims of his killings to their doom. Whatever he commanded her to do, she did. His demonic charm surpassed her weak human attempts to block him out. Just the downsides of, well, being mortal.
The archfiend sat up, eyeing her over through half lidded eyes. There was an icy tundra in them, if she looked deeply, and even deeper than that. Layers of snow and ice that glinted with a menacingly edge, but mesmerizing and as narcotic as morphine. Whenever she searched them, all she did was delve herself into his beguiling game where she was always the losing side, the one who resulted in being bewitched. His blue eyes were trance-inducing—she couldn't stare into them. If she did, she'd lose sight of her objective.
Ruefully breaking their stare, she followed the grains in the floor. Len was the one who broke the silence. "It's interesting," silky words twirled through her head, intertwining themselves with her comprehensible thoughts and causing it to become extremely difficult to keep a clear mind, "how much sounds are enhanced in the dead of night. One could hear a mouse's squeak." His lips parted to reveal glistening, pearly white teeth. A stunningly flashy sight it was, subtracting his narrowed eyes and the sharpness each tooth was filed to.
His teeth were just one of many indications of his carnivorous nature. Designed to rip through the skin of prey, tear apart sinews and strip muscle from bone; crafted to shred even the toughest of materials, and easily slashing through her tender, warm throat. She gulped. "Then it's my assumption you heard me coming?" Her stance stayed rigid, back rim rod straight and countenance reflecting the coolness he carried. "But if that were true, you surely wouldn't have been so rude as to stay in bed. Why not open to door for my company?" She set the candle on his nightstand, watching the tallow drip into pools in her peripheral vision.
"I was simply tired," he answered nonchalantly, though his words still carried a satin smoothness in them. The woman was unable to hide her taken aback look. Demons did not sleep, not a wink, and he never had before. Yet, he claimed to have been..tired? "You wouldn't want me exerting myself, especially when you haven't brought me a morsel in years." His light tease sounded gravelly to her ears, joking, but behind his crisp eyes was a deep seriousness. She was attuned to his voices, and this serious tone was not be reckoned with.
"The people of this town are becoming aware of who you really are, I fear." The bed creaked under her petite form, sounding unnaturally normal in the tense room. Tense on her end, anyways. She kept one hand hidden behind her back. "They don't seem to believe in the story of the wolf. They ask whether it's possible or not for a lone beast to be responsible for such bloodshed." Her voice faltered a moment in her reminiscence of the blood. Gallons and gallons of blood. "Or if it's some sort of sadistic maniac wandering in the woods."
The imperceptible shrug of his shoulders and sense of indifference unnerved her; he was hardly phased by this news piece. The demon examined his nails in the candlelight, his skin almost translucent under the bland yellow hues. His veins showed perfectly under the paper-like flesh, traveling up his bare arms to branch out at his throat, filled with black blood according to the preacher's book. Len hadn't told her if it was true, what the book of demonic creatures said of them having black blood.
Supposedly, this rare blood granted them immense strength, replenished only by the liquids corresponding to them. A virgin's own blood always sufficed well. The trick was in attaining that vital resource, which wasn't much trouble in a desolate town like theirs. Many a girls were with chastity belts, and this amused Len. The sick, demented, child of—
"That is why I have you," Len cooed, his chilled hand coming to rest atop hers—the one which was free. "You are to lead the others on a goose chase, of some sort. Put to use the deceitful tongue I have seen and spin lies." He smiled. "To protect me, darling. Because, what would you be if I were to vanish?" The smile extended as her lips firmed, he had hit a nerve. "If someone were to dispose of me, what would become of you? Would you turn into a hollow husk of a woman?"
She would be nothing, or that is what he believed. If she were ever ridden of this monster, her days would be overflowing with rejoicing, mourning for the lives that were taken, and prayers to the God above. Not a tear would be spilled for the seductive demon. But he still needed to find truth in that, for if he didn't and saw through her act, her life was as secure as a forsaken soul in the hands of Satan.
"Of course I would," her mouth tasted acrid with these damned lies. Lies, they were all she had spewed for weeks, because he told her to. "My body might as well have withered away into nothing if you weren't here. I couldn't imagine a life where you aren't by my side." She bit her tongue to resist the scream as he ran a hand through her hair, a thin finger stroking her sericeous cheek. The digit was cold and dry against her satiny skin.
"And that is why your life is still intact. And it will continue going on undisturbed if you continue giving your loyalty to me," he advanced suddenly, his body moving with the agility, speed, grace that a mortal's own could only dream to meet. Before she could deny the blonde, full lips replaced his hand and minty breaths nipped at her nose. "Like an ever-obedient pet," he purred, quite aware of her sickened shudder.
"L-Len," she whimpered, her hidden hand gripping the concealed item. His lanky arm had snaked its way around her waist, his mouth migrating lower to nibble at her exposed neck. She couldn't do this with him, not today, not anymore. But her arms might have been as useful as sticks when pushing against his strong, unrelenting body. He could easily break her, so she had to make the first move and break him first. "Stop.."
"You haven't played that game for months now," he chuckled. "You are knowledgeable in the strength of demons, yet you seem to think you can overpower me."
"Please..I don't want to do this," with his attention diverted from her actions, she narrowed her equally cerulean eyes. The arm which had stayed concealed raised to curl around his shoulders, the candle's light glinting off the reflective surface of her unseen object. "I told you to stop," his mouth continued to hungrily feast on her collarbone, "but you did not." She buried her nose in his shoulder, inhaling his refreshing scent of mint—which clashed with the room's putrid stench—as the shining item lifted.
If he knew of the weapon she grasped, he made no indication of it. "Mm, you enjoy this more than me," he snickered, "so why fight it?"
She grit her teeth. Demons, if she had known others she would have enough information to say they were cocky. He was supposedly an alert predator, powerful and cunning, but he hadn't detected anything off about her. She had imagined this moment as..It's best if he isn't aware, if he was..The thought went on unfinished. "No," the blade's point winked softly, "this—these killings. They have to stop."
A short pause which was only disrupted by her laboured and his anticipating breathing. "I can't go on with this. You can't go on," she whispered hushly. "So I'm sorry for..!" The knife's blade returned her fear daubed face, the need to vomit at the thought of his blood on her hands clear. She was not an innate killer, but she would make an exception to Len Kagamine. "F-for—!"
What stopped her, the knife shaking in her unstable grip just above the left half is his back, was a deep, guttural chuckle. The demon, he was laughing. Balefully, a laugh which echoed through the house halls, followed by the shrieks that were soon muted, whenever an unlucky girl was selected to be his dinner. His body shook against hers, freezing breath being blown above her heart as platinum hair tickled her skin. "Humans are worthless vermin, the whole lot of them. You were an exception, as I thought you were smarter than them, able to see past my disguise I categorized you as..intriguing."
The knife and her shakes froze, the basic kitchen instrument suspended eternally.
"But then you pull a stunt like this," the fallen angel's mellifluous laugh drifted past her ear. "And I begin to doubt if you're as clever as I initially gathered. For if you were, you would have known I wouldn't be done away with by a poor choice in..slaying weapons." His lips curved against her neck, her jugular beating healthily and with such a rapid pulse. The scent of her blood was enticing him to take a bite. "You're making me wonder if you are like the other girls of this town."
Teeth grazed her skin, his tongue dragging over her throat, familiarizing itself with her taste. Claws latched themselves onto her thighs, the dress proving to be no shield to protect her. God, she couldn't die. Not like this. Not at the hands, or teeth, at the one who had taken so many lives before hers. She had more to live for, more to achieve in her life. But this was the gamble she had taken; succeed and dispose of the demon, or try and..fail.
The monster took one last whiff of her vanilla scent. "You make me wonder if you are just another unimportant mortal, one who is simply only taking up space on this Earth.
"And due to your hesitation," a primal growl churned in his chest, and in the crepuscular room, in the light of the lone candle, his eyes seemed to glow. Brighter and brighter, a vivid, bloody red swimming in black pools. "You have let a chance to kill me escape. A chance you shan't have again."
Len Kagamine hadn't intended to steal the life of his human slave when introduced to her. Introduced to her credulous nature. He wanted to keep her by his side while his rampage through the mortal's Earth was underway. To keep her, to cherish her, to allow her to witness the blood that painted walls when he was at full power, possessing the strength to eliminate her town. She was to become his treacherous doll, one which betrayed what she had known and obeyed his will. The purpose given to her was deceive, lure, and watch him devour those who had never looked Death in the face.
As a demon, he hadn't the body to seduce and fool her. The humans were very wise, but it only took a handsome face for them to become putty. So he watched. He waited. He stalked through dark woods, until he stumbled onto a weary traveler. A gorgeous one, at that. The traveler, under the dirt and grime, was the man who would cause generations to break under his is feet. He could trample over this domain if his skills were put to work.
And so, to become the tempting man he was now, Len Kagamine ate him.
Demons were not bestowed these fleshy bodies when they came into creation, and the only way he could acquire one was by stealing that of a mortal. By ripping the anima from its shell and residing in the empty skin; like putting on a new suit. The traveler's soul was sent to the fiery pits of Hell as he indulged in the pleasures of being a sinful, seductive individual. He would grow accustomed to his powers becoming limited and stretch the skin until it fit, until it bent to his needs and realized it was him controlling. There was no shame in the immoral act. He thought of it as an act of survival.
She had fallen hard, like a good mortal. She was but a puppet he used to carry out his plans, though, her body and mind were two of the many indulgences. Her innocence was tainted by the demon, dirtied past the recognition of what it once was. Such a trusting human. It was saddening—no, not saddening—a shame she would not be under his service anymore. Things could always be replaced however..
Her screams were delicious, almost as luscious as her sweet blood. The sweetness splashed over his taste buds as though he had bitten into a ripe pomegranate, dripping down his dry throat and slaking the raging thirst. A burning fire in his esophagus which only intensified by her close proximity, his fangs aching to bite into her supple skin and tear her apart, was doused with the onrush of wine. The wine of a human body.
Her shrieks urged him to consume every last drop of her life source, her struggles excited him, and the warmth which fled from her touch was absorbed into his icy body. Oh how her lukewarm body felt under him-oh how her flailing and heaving aroused the inner demon he'd kept tucked away. The real him, which focused solely on the heated scarlet she bleed. His senses were blocked, his only need being to silence her screams and relish in her savoury taste.
To eat her alive. To fill the gaping void that consumed his stomach. To repay her for the treachery she had shown to her master.
She choked; she made gurgling sounds; she dropped the knife. It struck him as funny that she would think a simple, manmade knife would be his downfall. He was a demon, a monarchy of Hell, and he was not readying himself to meet the end of his existence so soon. And he would not be destroyed by an ordinary human girl.
"How beautiful." Len detached himself from her neck, admiring the lividness her skin had taken. She looked to be strangled judging by the lack of blush her cheeks held on a normal basis, her color taking on a sick whiteness; though the oozing red which stained her chest said otherwise. This was his favorite part of the game, the end where he would see the light of life flee their eyes, leaving them forever listless, unseeing to his sadistic smile. The girls would be weak, at his mercy in their dying moments, and they would realize one thing.
They had made the greatest mistake by entering his bedroom.
After proofreading this, I can say one thing: It came out sounding rushed..Sigh. The first two chapters of this story will take place in early 1800s, just a heads up. This may contain some LenKu, and the I rated this M for some..scenes that may need viewer discretion (if I can pull them off).