N/O so this is the fourth chapter and im going to start going into more detail about demitri and how he is as a strigoi, how much he has changed. so yeah enjoy


He kisses her, with lips cold as snow

He tastes like bitterness and adrenaline, darkness and want and sex

It reminds her of a dark river, rushing downhill and although a part of her says it is wrong, sick

She still wants to sink so deep inside, to drown in it

But all too quickly, he pulls away as fast as he had came, as if the buzzing electric current that had just slipped between them was gossamer thin and could be brushed aside

Like a mere spider web

He is gone, and she realises she is tired and drained

All the fight gone out of her limbs

Her skeleton turns to jelly and her joints ache and creak

Like an old house resting its bones for the night.

She realizes she doesn't have the strength to hold herself up so she collapses to the floor in a puddle.

The first sob that rips out of her, trembles through her body, it's like an earthquake that breaks the dam, opens the floodgates so that the tears stream out

Staining the deep crimson carpet with salt and sorrow.


You run through the corridors so fast you become a blur, as only a strigoi can

Thoughts crashing through you head like waves n an angry ocean

Why did you kiss her, WHY

You tell yourself you brought her here for a purpose

You must not get distracted; you will not succumb to those pathetic desires that can weaken you

But you never realised you would want her in that way. That unconscious force is strong and it pulls at your dead, blackened heartstrings, towards her.

You have to get away from it, to clear your head.

You will hunt

You will roam the dark streets of that busy, thriving city

And you will find the most succulent human woman, full of rich, hot blood bubbling with life

And you will drink your fill, even though it is a pale alternative to what you want, what you need.

But you will drink until you will no longer taste her, your Roza on your lips

Once you have drank until you are bursting with fullness

You leave that pitiful girls broken body on the sidewalk, she is useless now

You do not head back to you so called home; you stay out enjoying the cool crisp night air bite at your skin. The smell of fresh snow and dying trees,

You no longer see this earth as you used to, the beauty of nature no longer affects you like it did, but you do have a strong appreciation for all that is living and growing. You respect the circle of life, the rules in which all animals live by. The prey and the predator.

You do not see the stars twinkling in the sky or the tranquillity of the owl hooting in the trees. Instead you see the great eagle and the meagre dormouse. And you can relate to his soaring power as he swoops down open his prey, feel his invigoration as he snaps down on the body, flesh and bone. It is a fact of life, he is stronger and more intelligent so of course he must win in this night-time world and that mouse does not stand a chance. Yes you respect nature;

You are nature; you are the great eagle, the sleek tiger.

You will survive by showing you are above all that is small and meek. You will win!

And you see now

That this is how it should be

This is how you will rule

And you will make Rose see from your perspective

Bye breaking her down bit by bit

With the only thing she can't resist

She is yours, and you can use her however you want

She is yours and you can have her, touch her, fuck her, drink her

Until she is broken and lost and ready for her revelation, her awakening

Yes, that is how you will do it

She is clay beneath your talented hands

And you will mould her, shape her into what she is destined to be.