A/N: OK guys, here it is, my new fic. It's nothing like Collision Course, it's quite dark and angsty... so hold on tight, we'll have quite a bumpy ride!
I have to thank Breath-of-Twilight, my beta-extraordinaire, who also held the countdown that caused me to write this screwed up little fic in the first place. Next, Cat, omfg you are the driving force behind this. Lastly, to all my readers, you're the reason I do this. If it isn't TOO much trouble, press that little "review" button so I know if this is worth reading or not, kay??? Thx, love you all, enjoy!
xoxo, FragHum
How I wish you could see the potential, You gotta spend some time, Love. There are days when outside your window I Will Possess Your Heart - Death Cab for Cutie I sat in my study, cloaked in darkness, thoughts swirling through my mind. Of course, they all revolved around her. She was the answer. The solution to the issues that had plagued me for over a century. I wasn't necessarily lonely, per se, but the selection of suitable mates was dismal at best. Vampires were known to be flighty creatures, their intellect often surpassed by the carnal urges that sprung forth constantly. I had known dozens of females and they had all disappointed me greatly with their shortfalls. Irina stood out amongst the others as what I considered my own personal low. Her flaxen hair and exquisite looks did little to mask the sheer stupidity and pettiness that oozed from her every pore. I withstood it for mere hours before I ended her suffering, using her for a cheap fuck before tearing her limb from limb and turning her into a pile of smoldering ashes. Gianna had almost worked out for me, until she started in with the insufferable talk of love and feelings and fuck me if I didn't put her out of her misery, too. She was phenomenal when her mouth was busy with other things, sucking my dick being the prime example, but her nasal whining made me want to gouge out my eyes. I removed hers for her, though, before her fingernails and ripping all her hair from her head. I took my time with her, knowing I would need it to keep me somewhat satisfied while I searched for another place to bury my cock. I began taking an unusual approach to finding a mate. Knowing I had seen the population of mature vampires that existed, I turned my sights elsewhere. That poor bitch Rosalie was an unfortunate accident, a result of too little planning and hasty execution. What an execution it was, her silken locks wrapped around my fingers as I helplessly latched on to her neck, draining the life from her frail body. I was as powerless to stop as she was to break free from my grasp. I had found her walking through a desolate parking lot, tears streaming down her face as she blubbered to herself about some giant asshole. I had parked my car near hers, purposely detaching a wire from the battery of my car as a ruse for her assistance. Really, for her, a case of the wrong place at the wrong time. She approached cautiously, surely wary of being anywhere near me or my car. I gave her a frazzled smile as I leaned over the engine compartment with my flashlight, hearing the pause in her steps as she debated whether to offer her assistance. I straightened slowly, turning and scratching my head in mock ignorance. "D-Do you need help?" She asked softly, the wavering in her voice giving away her fear at offering. Her eyes were filled with sadness, overflowing with tears, and her skin was red and blotchy. She would have been beautiful if she weren't such a sniveling mess. "I know a little about cars." "I can't seem to get it started, and I'm late for my shift at the hospital. Do you mind getting in and trying to start it?" I gave her the slow grin that seemed to knock the sense out of most women I came across, trying like hell to keep the crazy out of my eyes. She nodded before moving hesitantly to the driver's side of my car. I watched her slide lithely into the seat, leaving the door ajar. I heard her turn the key, the ignition clicking uselessly due to my tampering. She looked up, turning her head to speak towards the now vacant area at the front of the car. I stepped into the space between her and the door, my fingers clamping down on her shoulder. Her eyes widened in fear, realization dawning on her features as I sneered in her face. I pushed her back against the seat, flicking the lever so it lay flat as I crawled on top of her frozen body. Where was this fight people spoke of? She seemed resigned to her fate the moment she saw me appear at her side. I had been looking forward so much to her terror;, to see the horror flash in her eyes, feel her small fists beat against my chest as she begged for her life. This was not what I had waited for! "Aren't you going to cry? Beg me for your worthless life? I'm rather disappointed in your surrender, I must admit." I whispered against the skin of her neck, my tongue flicking out to trace her jugular vein, nestled close to her carotid artery. The feeling of blood pulsing rapidly through those vessels caused my tenuous hold on my control to slip, and I pressed my teeth against the delicate skin, slicing through dermis and connective tissue to reach the hot pulsing liquid. I moaned in ecstasy as her shrill scream pierced the air and wrapped her fragile body in my arms as though we were lovers. I held her closer still, arching her back away from the seat as her head fell back, exposing her neck more fully to my ministrations. I drank greedily, forgetting my purpose of draining just enough blood to allow the venom to manipulate her system into the transformation. I was past the point of caring, really, as her viscous fluid ran through my system. I felt alive, invigorated, drawing her life force into my body fully. I always found it rather erotic, taking what I wanted with no regard for anyone else's wellbeing, transferring life from one being to another. It was the one true instance that I found this existence worthwhile. I pulled my lips away from her neck, letting my tongue slide over the divide in her skin, sealing it closed. I released her from my grasp, sitting back against the steering wheel as I let out a contented sigh. I would feel no remorse over ending her sad journey, only mild disappointment at failing in my quest. I lifted her lifeless body in my hands, regretting not doing this in a more convenient location. Glancing around the still deserted lot, I quickly moved to the edge of the surrounding forest, finding an area heavily covered in bracken. I unceremoniously dumped her body in the brush, covering it with leaves and pine needles before wiping my hands on my pants. I had tried a few more times since that day, always overcome with bloodlust at the most inopportune time, but had been so close to success the last time. She had been so simple to persuade, and her blood hadn't been nearly as appealing as some. I had truly thought she would be the one I could resurrect, but at the last moment my concentration lapsed and I succumbed once more to the animalistic urge. I had never been good at suppressing my urges, even as a human. I had been a petulant child, demanding everything from my parents, never taking no for an answer. I knew they didn't have the financial ability to provide what I "needed", and still I continued to badger them until they relented. I recalled times when I had more toys than I could possibly ever play with, while my parents went without a jacket during the frigid Chicago winters. I had been this way since birth; I knew there was a monster inside me, and instead of fighting him, I freed him willfully, eagerly even. As I grew older I maintained my expectation of the finer things in life, showing an utter disregard for the established norms of society. If I wanted it, I took it, simple as that. My insatiable hunger for instant gratification spared no one, especially the high society women I surrounded myself with. I was wild and uncontrollable, a combination that seemed to draw girls and women alike. My charisma and charm got them close, while the wine and liquor made them submit to my every whim and desire. I don't know that it was always truly consensual, but it satisfied me and that was all that mattered. That satisfaction was what I craved my entire existence; instant gratification ruled my life. When an acquaintance came to me to tell me of a girl, practically still a child, and her benign statement of wishing to become one of us, I decided it may be time to try again. I went to her house, night after night, trying to control my basest instincts. The scent of her blood was like nothing I had ever experienced, setting my throat ablaze with thirst and my body flaming with desire. I didn't know which way I wanted her more, to feast upon her blood or consume her body. Somehow I knew, deep inside my consciousness that I needed to preserve this entity, to possess her for eternity. No one had called to me so strongly and this was a gift I would not squander. She would be mine and mine alone. Tonight was the night; it was the night I would take what I wanted once more, gratify that urge to possess and own, and no one would stand in my way. I finally rose from my chair, my feet silent as they ghosted across the floor. I was on my way to her, to the one that would sustain me in ways I had never fathomed, the one that would satiate my thirst and match my fiery passion simultaneously. I would take her, as I had everything else. Consequences be damned. OK so he's a bit mentally unstable. Just setting the scene, folks! One shot is up next! Please, please let me know if I'm horribly creepy or offensive or if you absolutely freaking loved it. I'm chewing my nails off in anticipation!
the potential of you and me.
It's like a book elegantly bound but,
in a language that you can't read.
Just yet.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, Love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, Love
I will possess your heart.
I see my reflection as I slowly pass,
and I long for this mirrored perspective
when we'll be lovers, lovers at last.