ItaHana - 100 Prompts

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Prompt #9 – Fangs

She had always been taught not to talk to strangers, let alone follow them into the depths of the forest, but she did it anyway. Those blood red eyes had entranced her and when he had whispered for her to follow him, she obeyed. The silent man walked in front of her, leading her further away from civilisation. His head was looking ahead and she used the moment to observe the man. Raven black hair that was tied into a loose ponytail, alabaster skin, a tall, thin yet muscular body and crimson eyes that stared at her, reading her every move.

"Tell me your name," he whispered in a deep and smooth tone.

"Hana." She wanted to ask him who he was, why she was here, but she was too mesmerised by the beauty in front of her. Crimson slowly changed to onyx and Hana found the man even more beautiful than before. He approached her, softly taking her shoulders to pin her against a tree behind her. The impact was soft and before she could understand what had happened, the man had moved forward again, allowing only a few centimetres between their bodies.

"Your blood is so very enticing," he whispered. Now that he was closer, Hana could see two fangs lowering towards her neck. She gasped in anticipation, knowing what was to come. Her body became tense when she could feel his breath on her throat.

"Relax, dear. I will only take enough to satisfy myself. When you wake up, you will be back in your bed at home. You won't remember anything that happened tonight." The soothing words helped the girl relax and when the man noticed this, he let his fangs sink into her smooth skin. Red liquid started leaking from the two puncture marks and the brunet let pleasure take over the initial pain. Hana soon felt lightheaded from the blood loss and unconsciousness took over. The raven head removed his fangs and let his tongue lick up the remaining blood, savouring every drop.

When Hana woke in the morning, she was in her bed at home. There was no evidence of the night before in her mind or on her body, except for the two puncture marks on her neck.