Chapter 4
Dusk put the plate down next to the bed. He carefully uncovered Valkyrie's mouth. The sorceress rubbed her lips together attempting to regain some sort of feeling back to her mouth. The vampire stared at Val then turned around and fixed the plate up to his liking.
"You're dinner has arrived. Eat it now because this is the last meal you'll be getting for a while."
Valkyrie didn't have that much spit to waste but with what she could muster she put to use, she spat directly a home run on Dusk's face. She grinned slightly, the muscles in her jaw still sore but she was still smug with herself. Dusk made no movements for several seconds. He wiped the slobber of his face and rubbed it on the bed sheets.
Suddenly, before Val could retaliate, Dusk pounced on her and dug his fangs into her neck. Val screamed, she braced her arm against the restraints trying to push him of but he was too strong and she was too trapped.
Dusk did not stop his feeding.. he was going to make this brat understand that he was the one in charge. He rushed his hands to her shoulder pushing her down making her stay still. She continued screaming, Dusk ignored her.
The pain was darkly invigorating. Valkyrie had stopped screaming, her sore throat produced a whisper of resistance, "get...off...me..." She closed her eyes close to blacking out.
Dusk's lips never once lifted off of Valkyrie's skin. He slipped his tongue into the small whole, Valkyrie gasped, a spray off saliva flying out of her open mouth, she raised her torso in the air slightly before passing out.
Dusk kept teasing the blood trickling out of the wound now. His vampiric stealth did not let any of it drop to the sheets. His inners were relishing in the intake of such poisoned blood. It filled him almost so, he thought his nose was bleeding, when he wiped the outside of his face his nose wasn't bleeding but caught up in the sensations if it was.
His skin began to darken from taking in too much blood his hands tightened into fist but he didn't stop. He was going to bleed this girl dry if he had to. The vile poison completely turned his veins to liquid. Dusk jumped back and held his throat and stomach crunched over.
When he stood his skin was his normal pigment, a tanish dark caramel Latino oriented descendent. His pain was gone and his teeth a dull flatness. His youth did not leave him and all his scars were patched out of existence. He was human again.
Wait for next chapter. I will break all your morales. RxR