And then You Shall be Lost Indeed
By SMYGO4EVA
The scarlet light of the moon encased the room, the air cool and heavy.
The monster she heard so much about stood before her. She was afraid, but not afraid all the same.
Her hands laid upon his exposed chest, his self-inflicted wound open, brimming with his blood, the knife tinged with his blood laid on the floor.
Mina leaned forward, her long golden hair tinged with sweat and red, and her thin white nightgown clung to her form. She pressed her mouth on the monster's flesh; she began to drink, and a pleasurable shudder ran through her.
He gasped aloud, in exquisite ecstasy, a throbbing twisting in him. Still, he held her in place, her warm mouth on his chest. His hands tightened their grip on her arms as she drank what he offered. One step closer to becoming one with the darkness, he held her close, not letting her go until she had her fill.
His blood coursed through her veins, and she could not stop her heart pounding in her chest. Mina drew in shaky breaths, the rich crimson sweet and coppery on her tongue.
He, such a creature of crimson, looked at her with both curiosity and intrigue, his eyes shining with a reverence the holy only wished they could attain.
Humans are such fascinating creatures…
He gazed upon her, his hand on her blood-smeared face, his thumb tracing near her trembling lips. She was to be his, and his alone.
Mina saw herself in a dream, no, a feverish reverie, and deep down, she wished to never wake up from this monster's arms.
He looked human, his long hair black as ink, framing his pale-white face, and yet his eyes shimmered in dark red, pulsating, eager for more.
Mina steadied herself, but she leaned in closer. She would have run far, far away from him if she could, but she did not. She could not. That was all the clearer when she pressed her mouth to his, the King of Vampires.
The world around them grew lighter, all the more beguiling, and drifting sweetly into such a delicious hellscape. He could hear her pulse, her blood rich in his veins, and such lust only grew. The pleasant throbbing curled inside him; he wanted more of her.
Mina hadn't felt more alive than she did in the grasp of a monster, the price of existence all too much at this very point. She wanted more, and he was more than willing to give that to her.
He pulled away, his eyes narrowing with overindulgence, but only to press his mouth of her exposed neck, his hands moving and then cupping her breasts, hearing her sweet gasp fill the air. A strong throb of arousal bloomed between her legs; she clung to him tighter.
She pressed herself further against him, shutting her eyes, her head swimming, with an undeniable lust awake within her.
He bared his cruel fangs, grazing them on her flesh, and his teeth punctured into her skin, such sweet, metallic ambrosia filling his mouth. She moaned, startling pleasure wracking through her lithe body, while her grip on his arms tightened like iron.
He could not hold back any longer, and neither could she. With his fangs still in her flesh, he unsheathed himself from his trousers, his breeches; he lifted up her nightgown, past her milk white legs. She kept her eyes shut, but she parted her legs to him. She already knew that he would claim her even more, just as he buried himself within her aching core, marking her, and make her his all in one swift thrust.
With an intake of breath, Mina opened her eyes, such beautiful agony overtaking her.
He grinned cruelly into her neck, shuddering in delicious delight; he didn't need to see what he wrought upon her.
Her eyes were blood-red.
They had become one.