She saved him from a puppeteer.
Her fingers skimmed the tender skin of his shaft, his back arched towards her grinning face.
He didn't know why she did it. She just showed up and the puppeteer, for fear of his life, retreated.
Her tongue licking up his thighs had him whimpering and reaching for her.
She turned to him then, turquoise eyes glowing with power, and right at that moment he succumbed to anxiousness.
She resisted his frantic tugs and continued to tease his lower unclothed half. Seeing she wouldn't yield, his hands went to the covers, shredding them to ribbons.
She only smirked in response, that movement alone had him going for his gun. She knocked the weapon clear out of the abandoned mill, he heard it hit a metal tractor in the distance.
Every touch was like drowning. That's the only word for what she did. Every touch floods his senses and the only thing he can do is moan, and thrash in his own ecstasy.
After that both of them stared before she claimed his lips violently. He yanked away from her, he tried to leave but she caught his arm and rolled him. Rolled him, because that was the only word he had for what she did.
His moans echoed all over the room and the scent of their actions making it very clear what it was that happened here. He lay in his completion before she started again only higher this time.
Her power had surged through him bubbling and threatening to burst from his skin. He never knew a vampire who had this kind of strength, this power and soon resistance he found, was truly futile.
She remains quiet and he is the only one crying out in pleasure. She is always quiet and he can never figure out why that is. He ponders it for some seconds before sharp nails are dug into his skin dragging him from his thoughts.
They had sex that night and he doesn't know why. He easily dismisses any thoughts of leaving or escaping. He knows better than that as he is the one who makes all the decisions. He proclaimed loudly one night that the two of them should go and slaughter some humans.
The sweat drips from their conjoined bodies as her mouth opens but no sound comes out. She throws her head back and unknowingly gives him a good view of her body. These are the nights he enjoys most, almost more than killing some filthy Terrans.
She smiled as he suggested the massacre, not saying anything but nodded and they left quickly. They came upon a farmhouse, broke into it and fed on the humans inside. He never questioned the feelings back then so as he watched her drop the small body. As he saw her fangs drip blood he felt light headed than he had ever known himself to be.
Soon she can't hold back her violent nature and she's clawing at her stomach and shoulders. He watches the blood fall down onto his chest and smiles. He grabs her sides and drags her to his mouth, drinking from her bleeding lips.
He remembered the dripping blood, he remembered feeling the need to lick away that blood. So he did, he grabbed her and before she could speak all ready he was biting, nipping, and drinking from her lips. That night was an eclipse and he still remembers the blood red moon shining beautifully in the blood they spilled.
Soon both of them reach their peak and she rolls off of him to sleep. He places one arm behind his head and the other he uses to lick the blood from his chest. Looking to her still bleeding form, he finds his lips frowning. Moving his gaze back to the ceiling he sighs inside his head. She saved him from a puppeteer, but sometimes Radu can't help but think she's pulling strings of her own.