Sylyne D. Anhem
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
What A Night
Romance/Supernatural
Rated: R
Alright minna... this fic has already been planned, the whoooole storyline
and everything... well... not everything... but pretty much... the ending and
all... so writer's block is a useless excuse, and this fic will be finished
soon... maybe not today... maybe not tomorrow... but SOMEDAY! *sweatdrops*
"Please don't..." she whispered, pushing the offending hands off her
body, turning her head away from his face, the rank scent of his heaving
breath, "please." One hand fumbled with her shirt, the other with his belt,
pushing her harder against the rough brick wall. Serena closed her eyes and
began gasping wildly as panic consumed her body. This couldn't be happening
to her. This wouldn't happen to her.
And a moment later it was gone. The pressure of his heavy, drunken
body on top of hers was gone, and she sobbed frantically, a sense of safety
like a breath of fresh air overcoming her. And then she looked up.
A stunningly handsome man stood in the silhouette of the moon,
clutching the collar of her attacker, raising him into the air, and sucking
the blood from his neck, limp body jerking catatonically in the air. Her
saviour (and immediately she questioned naming him this) dropped the
unconcious body, and turned to face her, black-blue eyes flashing golden,
even in the deathly darkness.
"Well, well, well... what have we here?" She cringed at the deep,
cultured, sensuous voice that was spelling out her doom. He towered above her
shaking, near-nude form and the tears started again. "Oh, little one, don't
cry... you look so pitiful..."
Endymion sighed and wondered what he was going to do. Instincts told
him to kill the girl, she knew too much, had seen too much. His senses told
him otherwise. Lying there, she looked like a fallen angel, tousled hair
glowing in the moonlight, ripped clothing barely covering ivory skin, looking
too damned beautiful and innocent for her own good. Again, he sighed, and
leaning forward, slightly offended when she shuddered, and lifted her tiny
body into his arms. Knowing he would regret this, he pushed off into the air. (a.n: Think 'Matrix', final scene.)
He heard her inhale sharply, and glanced down. Her eyes were closed
tightly and delicate hands gripped his trenchcoat fearfully. Pouty reddish
lips were just barely, and his enhanced hearing made out "This can't be
happening... this can't be happening..."
"Oh, little one, but it is..."
Lips stilled, and quaking eyelids slowly opened to reveal sky blue
eyes shimmering with tears. Their gazes caught until his drifted lower, to
her pale, exposed neck. He could see the pulse throbbing in her neck, feel
the blood pulsating through his veins, in synch with her own. His fangs
became elongated and the lust came over him. The girl in Endymion's arms
whimpered, as if she read his mind, and this idea brought him back to reality.
He was supposed to be saving this girl, not dealing her a crueller fate than
the rapist in the alleyway could have. He looked away, and was pleased to
find they were floating near the balcolny of his penthouse. Landing, he
willed the french doors open and proceeded into his elegant and elaborately
decorated bedroom.
She was jarred as her feet came in contact with footing again, and
her head swivelled around as she attempted to ascertain where exactly she
was.
"My... you are gorgeous."
That voice was seducing her again, and she stumbled dizzily around
the room, "Who... who are you?"
"I am called Endymion... but you, little one, can call me anything
you want." She focussed on him, inspecting his face, body, teeth.
"What are you?"
"You might call me a vampire."
She paled. "Well? Are you going to suck my blood?"
Looking taken aback, he smirked, "Don't you think I would've done
that back in the alleyway where I could've disposed of your body?" He stalked
towards her, and she backed into a rather large, circular bed, covered in
black, silk sheets. Serena's eyes followed his hand, as he reached out to
brush some hair out of her eyes.
"And you, little one, beautiful one? What is your name?" Those eyes
were watching her, judging her, lusting after her.
"Serena," she whispered, unsure of this entire situation, "what are
you going to do to me?"
"Well... Serena," he tested her name, enjoying the sound of it on
his tongue, and ran his palms lightly over her shoulders, "that depends on
just what you'll let me do..."
Alright... what do you think?
§ylyne.
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
What A Night
Romance/Supernatural
Rated: R
Alright minna... this fic has already been planned, the whoooole storyline
and everything... well... not everything... but pretty much... the ending and
all... so writer's block is a useless excuse, and this fic will be finished
soon... maybe not today... maybe not tomorrow... but SOMEDAY! *sweatdrops*
"Please don't..." she whispered, pushing the offending hands off her
body, turning her head away from his face, the rank scent of his heaving
breath, "please." One hand fumbled with her shirt, the other with his belt,
pushing her harder against the rough brick wall. Serena closed her eyes and
began gasping wildly as panic consumed her body. This couldn't be happening
to her. This wouldn't happen to her.
And a moment later it was gone. The pressure of his heavy, drunken
body on top of hers was gone, and she sobbed frantically, a sense of safety
like a breath of fresh air overcoming her. And then she looked up.
A stunningly handsome man stood in the silhouette of the moon,
clutching the collar of her attacker, raising him into the air, and sucking
the blood from his neck, limp body jerking catatonically in the air. Her
saviour (and immediately she questioned naming him this) dropped the
unconcious body, and turned to face her, black-blue eyes flashing golden,
even in the deathly darkness.
"Well, well, well... what have we here?" She cringed at the deep,
cultured, sensuous voice that was spelling out her doom. He towered above her
shaking, near-nude form and the tears started again. "Oh, little one, don't
cry... you look so pitiful..."
Endymion sighed and wondered what he was going to do. Instincts told
him to kill the girl, she knew too much, had seen too much. His senses told
him otherwise. Lying there, she looked like a fallen angel, tousled hair
glowing in the moonlight, ripped clothing barely covering ivory skin, looking
too damned beautiful and innocent for her own good. Again, he sighed, and
leaning forward, slightly offended when she shuddered, and lifted her tiny
body into his arms. Knowing he would regret this, he pushed off into the air. (a.n: Think 'Matrix', final scene.)
He heard her inhale sharply, and glanced down. Her eyes were closed
tightly and delicate hands gripped his trenchcoat fearfully. Pouty reddish
lips were just barely, and his enhanced hearing made out "This can't be
happening... this can't be happening..."
"Oh, little one, but it is..."
Lips stilled, and quaking eyelids slowly opened to reveal sky blue
eyes shimmering with tears. Their gazes caught until his drifted lower, to
her pale, exposed neck. He could see the pulse throbbing in her neck, feel
the blood pulsating through his veins, in synch with her own. His fangs
became elongated and the lust came over him. The girl in Endymion's arms
whimpered, as if she read his mind, and this idea brought him back to reality.
He was supposed to be saving this girl, not dealing her a crueller fate than
the rapist in the alleyway could have. He looked away, and was pleased to
find they were floating near the balcolny of his penthouse. Landing, he
willed the french doors open and proceeded into his elegant and elaborately
decorated bedroom.
She was jarred as her feet came in contact with footing again, and
her head swivelled around as she attempted to ascertain where exactly she
was.
"My... you are gorgeous."
That voice was seducing her again, and she stumbled dizzily around
the room, "Who... who are you?"
"I am called Endymion... but you, little one, can call me anything
you want." She focussed on him, inspecting his face, body, teeth.
"What are you?"
"You might call me a vampire."
She paled. "Well? Are you going to suck my blood?"
Looking taken aback, he smirked, "Don't you think I would've done
that back in the alleyway where I could've disposed of your body?" He stalked
towards her, and she backed into a rather large, circular bed, covered in
black, silk sheets. Serena's eyes followed his hand, as he reached out to
brush some hair out of her eyes.
"And you, little one, beautiful one? What is your name?" Those eyes
were watching her, judging her, lusting after her.
"Serena," she whispered, unsure of this entire situation, "what are
you going to do to me?"
"Well... Serena," he tested her name, enjoying the sound of it on
his tongue, and ran his palms lightly over her shoulders, "that depends on
just what you'll let me do..."
Alright... what do you think?
§ylyne.
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com