Chapter revised as of 8/6/2016
Originally betad by Kirkland.
I am currently seeking a new Beta, so as of this version of the chapter has yet to be betad. If anyone is interested in beta-reading for me I would greatly appreciate it.
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A lone figure wandered through the shadows, his dark form blending almost seamlessly with the night as he stalked his prey from the city's shadow. Long raven hair hung down the figures back from the strict confines of a high ponytail; the dark tresses almost resembling the night sky. Cobalt eyes shone with want, almost glowing in the dimness as he watched the object of immense desire wander through the empty city streets.
His desire's snow white hair shone atop his head, set alight by the star's glow till it almost seemed to glow with the light of a pale flame. The figure had a slight frame, his build appearing almost feminine despite the faint traces of muscle the demon knew rested beneath the young man's clothes. His skin was pale, appearing almost iridescent in the moon's milky glow, untouched and unmarked by any, aside from the crimson scar that ran from above his left eye until it reached his cheek, only to take a sharp turn outwards before continuing its descent down his jaw.
Perhaps such a mark should have been off putting, but it was the exact opposite in the demons eye. Instead, it only seemed to add to the boy's appeal, feeding the demon's desire until it was almost painful.
And yet, even as he felt his hunger surge, he found he didn't know whether he wanted to praise whatever had caused the young man's disfiguration, or hunt them down and tear their throat out with his bare hands for marking what he had already decided would be his.
He'd be damned if he didn't want the young mortal at that very moment, but not for the first time he shoved the thought down with a savage growl that would surly strike feat into any creature that happened to hear. He already knew he couldn't take his prize, not yet.
It would be so easy to steal him away without a trace. The streets were empty after all, and even if the young man tried to call out or fight back, the demon was confident he would be able to subdue the smaller male if the need arose – which he already knew it likely would. He already knew his prize was stubborn and far stronger than what many might assume simply from looking at him. He would surly fight against the demon's hold, and should one hear him yell, the demon didn't want to have to rush and risk causing his desire unnecessary harm.
He didn't want that pretty skin to be marked until it was time for him to have his fill, nor did he wish to bring any harm or pain to the individual that had so easily ensnared his attention.
He was, after all, a creature of pleasure. Giving and receiving pleasure was the very essence of what he was. It was what gave him life and kept him strong; the only thing that could truly satisfy his hunger and sate the lust that only seemed to grow as years passed.
The boy was lucky – or perhaps unlucky, depending on how one looked at it – that he had managed to catch the demon's eye, where so many had failed.
Indeed, the demon had had more than his share of 'lovers' over the years, but none he could recall had ever lasted long, had ever been able to keep his interest for long. Had never been able to keep his hunger and lust at bay for more than a few 'meals'. But he had never once been drawn to any of like he was to this pale creature.
And watching him from the shadows of an abandoned alley, the way the stars seemed to light up his pale features like a beacon, did nothing more than solidify the hunter's desire.
'You'll be mine,' he thought, already certain that that thought would become a reality as would the many fantasies his mind had conjured since first laying eyes on his desire. 'Whether you want to be or not; I promise I'm going to make you mine, Moyashi."
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