First Awakening
KuKi GrL
lilsykogrly@hotmail.com
PG-13 (lil' bit of graphix)
While Watching Buffy, I've always kind of wonder what the fledglings go through when they turn and feed...
R&R, tell me what you think and if I should continue any more of these
Waking up, instincts told me it was sunset. My back was sore all over, and I was surprised to find myself sleeping in my silk suit. A quick glance, I confirmed wherever I was, was dark, I could only see what looked like...DIRT! Dirt? Where am I? Had I been kidnapped? Something in my head told me, the last rays of the sun had just gone out. Pulling out my arms, I sat up. My designer suit was wrinkled.
Where AM I? Though I knew my business wasn't exactly clean (nor legal), I was the boss. Never having to actually get "down" and "dirty," this was a new experience. Briefly, I ran my fingers over the dirt. It was cool to my touch. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied movement. A change which I couldn't explain came over me.
My face felt harder, and my senses got sharper. Reaching up, I felt around my cheeks and forehead with my fingers for that was where I felt the change occuring. A ridge had risen up against my eyes, and I had sprouted fangs. Fangs?
My head spinned. Fangs? Dirt? Ridged eyes? I remember the a story of the "Children of the Darkness." There was this group called "Vampires." Could I be one? One of the "Drinker of Blood"? No time to think, the headache got worse. My temples throbbed at the pure pressure of it all. It felt the walls were closing in on me. A low growl from me. Blood, my sensitive nose smelled blood. Fresh, and so tanalizing...oooo...It drew me towards it. I popped up from my dirt bed, and lumbered towards the blood. Ahh, I was already able to taste the metallic, sweetness of the blood. Drooling in anticipation, and being shocked at my primitive thoughts, I tried to walk away, but the need was too strong. Lunging, I threw myself over the dark-haired beauty.
A scream pierced the air. Hers, but I didn't have time to feel guilty. Shifting to my vampiric, which you could call "game" face, fangs glistened in the moonlight. Sinking my fangs into her slightly tanned neck, I tasted heaven. Before, she screamed, but now she was silent. Tearing myself away, I saw my victim was watching me. She made an effort to run, but the loss of blood had weakened her. Laughing at my newfound power and sense of virtuity (AN: is that even a word?), I caught up with her effortlessly. I enjoyed the chase, this newfound feeling of strength, and my beauty was in no shape to stop me. Once again, I plunged my fangs in, and felt as the blood flowed freely from her neck, and into my mouth. Pooling around me, I couldn't catch all of it. Some even spilled, but it was all right, I guess. Feeling the warm liquid flow down my throat was pure heaven. It had warmed me, and was just...heavenly.
I couldn't help myself at the great pleasure I had felt from a single drinking of blood. Well, if every single um...how would I call this...Feeding? Yes, that's the perfect word! If every feeding were like this, then, I wouldn't miss one for the world!
With a full stomach, I walked around, checking out the landscape. Not too crowded, but enough mortals here to keep me living...
As I explored, the moon went through its different changes, and soon, I felt great tiredness and the urge to call it a night. Wow, what a night it had been. Looking for a morgue, and finding one that looked nice, I closed my eyes, and slept my first since leaving this living world.
KuKi GrL
lilsykogrly@hotmail.com
PG-13 (lil' bit of graphix)
While Watching Buffy, I've always kind of wonder what the fledglings go through when they turn and feed...
R&R, tell me what you think and if I should continue any more of these
Waking up, instincts told me it was sunset. My back was sore all over, and I was surprised to find myself sleeping in my silk suit. A quick glance, I confirmed wherever I was, was dark, I could only see what looked like...DIRT! Dirt? Where am I? Had I been kidnapped? Something in my head told me, the last rays of the sun had just gone out. Pulling out my arms, I sat up. My designer suit was wrinkled.
Where AM I? Though I knew my business wasn't exactly clean (nor legal), I was the boss. Never having to actually get "down" and "dirty," this was a new experience. Briefly, I ran my fingers over the dirt. It was cool to my touch. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied movement. A change which I couldn't explain came over me.
My face felt harder, and my senses got sharper. Reaching up, I felt around my cheeks and forehead with my fingers for that was where I felt the change occuring. A ridge had risen up against my eyes, and I had sprouted fangs. Fangs?
My head spinned. Fangs? Dirt? Ridged eyes? I remember the a story of the "Children of the Darkness." There was this group called "Vampires." Could I be one? One of the "Drinker of Blood"? No time to think, the headache got worse. My temples throbbed at the pure pressure of it all. It felt the walls were closing in on me. A low growl from me. Blood, my sensitive nose smelled blood. Fresh, and so tanalizing...oooo...It drew me towards it. I popped up from my dirt bed, and lumbered towards the blood. Ahh, I was already able to taste the metallic, sweetness of the blood. Drooling in anticipation, and being shocked at my primitive thoughts, I tried to walk away, but the need was too strong. Lunging, I threw myself over the dark-haired beauty.
A scream pierced the air. Hers, but I didn't have time to feel guilty. Shifting to my vampiric, which you could call "game" face, fangs glistened in the moonlight. Sinking my fangs into her slightly tanned neck, I tasted heaven. Before, she screamed, but now she was silent. Tearing myself away, I saw my victim was watching me. She made an effort to run, but the loss of blood had weakened her. Laughing at my newfound power and sense of virtuity (AN: is that even a word?), I caught up with her effortlessly. I enjoyed the chase, this newfound feeling of strength, and my beauty was in no shape to stop me. Once again, I plunged my fangs in, and felt as the blood flowed freely from her neck, and into my mouth. Pooling around me, I couldn't catch all of it. Some even spilled, but it was all right, I guess. Feeling the warm liquid flow down my throat was pure heaven. It had warmed me, and was just...heavenly.
I couldn't help myself at the great pleasure I had felt from a single drinking of blood. Well, if every single um...how would I call this...Feeding? Yes, that's the perfect word! If every feeding were like this, then, I wouldn't miss one for the world!
With a full stomach, I walked around, checking out the landscape. Not too crowded, but enough mortals here to keep me living...
As I explored, the moon went through its different changes, and soon, I felt great tiredness and the urge to call it a night. Wow, what a night it had been. Looking for a morgue, and finding one that looked nice, I closed my eyes, and slept my first since leaving this living world.