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A/N: thanks for those who reviewed; here is the first official chapter. Brownie points if you guess who the guy and girl are!
Ch. 1-A Small Taste
The wind blew by on this cold night, or at least, he imagined it was cold. He could see goosebumps rise on the skin of the people who he passes by. The joy of feeling has been lost for some time now; so he wonders, is it cold?
His life was nothing like it had been in past years. It had become hollow and the only thing left was the desire to restore some remnants of his former life. For years he had been unable to feel the joys of the world. The places he goes, the people he talks to; they all seem empty, almost nonexistent. But there was one fact known that verified his existence, they knew he existed.
The mortals knew the man existed, especially the current one. On an ordinary night he took a stroll down the street, just for a bit of fresh air. Without a care in the world, he watched the people live their lives. They all seemed happy, some more than others. Then he laid his eyes on her. She was on her phone, oblivious to her surroundings. As she spoke her head moved with her words, yet a sudden glance to her left allowed her to lock eyes with him. She froze instantly; caught by the man's spell.
She ended her conversation on the phone before she walked up to the man with non-shifting eyes. She quickly began a new conversation, this one with a complete stranger she just could not pass up meeting. The simplest of conversations brought a smile to his face. He was a man of privacy so he led her to a nearby park; with the hope that things would become a little more personal.
The two strolled side by side down the pathway that cut through the city's park, the woman still chattering away. The man content with simply listening to her, and nodding casually to show that he was paying attention to what she was saying. His thoughts were racing as he tried to keep his overwhelming senses from taking control. He could smell her perfume, hear her heart beat, it was taunting him. He could feel his body's desire, he had deprived it from what it wants for almost a week and he was feeling the strain of it now. But he had to keep fighting it; he would not let it control him.
The woman stopped her movement as she glanced to her left. There off of the path was a rose bush; the flowers a crimson red. "Oh roses, my favorite!" she cried as she stepped away from the man and approached the bush.
He continue to watch her, a smile on his lips as she left his side and bent down over the shrub, looking for just the right one. He took this opportunity to just gaze at her; she was a breath taking sight. She was a small woman, beautiful and curvaceous with long brown hair. He was snapped out of his studies as she made her way back to him, a smile of triumph on her face as she held up an unblemished red rose to him.
"Isn't it beautiful? I just love roses. I think they are so romantic, I wonder if they are a sign of things to come..." Her voice had taken a dreamy tone as she gazed at the rose, holding it close to her chest. She out a small cry as her thumb slipped on one of the thorns, pricking it open.
The smell of her blood rushed over him, overwhelming his senses. That smell; it was so sweet, so intoxicating to him. He was losing his senses, he knew that he could not ignore that smell, and deny that burning urge growing inside of him. His thoughts were racing; the smell was driving him mad, making him long for it. So close…it's too close to pass up, I have to try it. Almost against his own will he closed the distance between the two and gently took her hand into his. He lifted her bleeding finger to his lips, he could taste her already, and she tasted divine. He closed his eyes momentarily. Forgive me.
"What are you doing?" she asked, surprised at his actions.
He sucked on her thumb a moment longer before breaking away, with hunger still in his eyes. "I was stopping the bleeding." He said simply, but it was not enough, he needed more then just a taste, more then just her blood. He lifted her hand to his lips once more, only this time he laid a kiss on the top of it. She blushed as he continued to leave a trail of kisses up her body.
It did not take him long to begin. Moving his hands up her body he leaned to whisper her in ear, "It will be all right, just trust me." He felt dirty and wrong, but his lie worked. She relaxed in his embrace as he kept her distracted with his roaming hands; his right slowly moved down.
She began to breathe hard as his finger's slipped under her skirt and grazed her womanhood. Taking hold of her he moved to a dark spot under a tree to keep them hidden. Feeling safe, the man focused on her. He ran his thumb over her sweet spot and was rewarded with her moan of pleasure. She was so occupied with the movements of the right hand she did not notice the left undoing his pants. She became aware of this fact when he suddenly entered her. He moved around slowly, every movement made was reflected in her face. She began to pant.
Under her breath she says, "Stop…we can't do this…You can't do this." Her plea to stop was mixed with her lust for more. It was obvious to him what she wanted. She did not want him to stop, but the idea of being in public scared her. Yet he persisted and she continued to moan as she fully succumbed to him
The girl leaned into his body, giving him full permission to do what he wished as long as he was pleasing her with every action. With his free hand he pulled her head to the side; baring her neck. Goose bumps, is it cold or is she just enjoying this way too much? He thought as a grin slowly spread across his lips. Lowering his head to her neck, he started to take in her scent. As he moved up and down her neck, the smell of a pleasant aroma permeated off of her. Not perfume, but her natural smell. It was pure, warm and intoxicating. The closer she got to her climax the stronger the aroma got. The way she smells, the way she looks as she moan; it's not enough…I need more.
Her moaning became more frequent, she was almost there. She took a deep breath, which was when he struck. He bit into her neck, timing it perfectly with her body's entrance into utopia. She tastes wonderful.
Her expression changed from satisfaction to pain in an instant. She tried to scream, but found that she was unable to. With his bite he cut off her vocal cords and then her air passage. The harder he bit down, the harder she gasped for air as his teeth dug into her soft, warm flesh.
It was over within the minute. The man crushed her windpipe as he continued to feed. He fed off her emotions, the enjoyment, and the pain. After a moment he finally pulled away, gasping slightly for breath as he stared down at the unmoving body in his arms. He was somber as he pulled out of her and lowered her to the ground, closing her eyes with two of his fingers.
"I'm glad we met, but I bet you think differently. Thank you for satisfying my hunger," he said softy as he gazed down at her. After a moment he turned from her and silently walked into the night, disappearing into the darkness, leaving the short brunette in the park, her still and lifeless body laying in the dark shadows of the tree.