...unquenched, unquenchable,
Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The torture of that inward hell!
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Quiet conversations floated around the dimly lit room, creating a peaceful and inviting atmosphere. Drinks were poured and served to the guests lingering during the late hours of the night. There was a stark contrast between the warmth radiating from within the small bar and the biting frost from outside. A lone figure with long white hair falling to her hips sat in the middle of the bar. The woman wore a long-sleeved black shirt that rested off her shoulders with a sweetheart neckline. She paired this with a green crocheted skirt with a high slit up the side. Her simple black heels with a pointed toe and an ankle strap is what completed her look. Curious glances were thrown her way, and some tended to linger a little too long. She flashed a faint smile towards the bartender as he poured her a glass of rum. The liquor burned her throat delightfully as she licked her red-painted lips. The bartender merely nodded in acknowledgment before pointing towards the male sitting on the opposite side of the bar. His dark eyes met her own pale violet ones before she broke eye contact, looking back at her drink. Swirling the dark liquid around she felt the male's presence approach her before taking a seat next to hers.
"You looked lonely...thought you might want some company" his voice wasn't necessarily deep, but neither was it of a high pitch. The tone seemed off though. He leaned closer to her than was appropriate for just meeting. He had no manners, nor did he have any class.
"Am I that obvious?" she pouted slightly, a red tint lightly dusting across her high cheekbones. She took another sip of the liquid as her eyes darted downward in a shy manner.
"I just don't understand why a beautiful woman such as yourself is all alone" he replied leaning on the counter as he downed his own dark liquid. He waved the bartender over to refill their glasses even though the woman hadn't finished her one yet.
"I got stood up, to put it bluntly...not something I am proud to admit. I came to drown my sorrows I suppose you could say" she downed her glass as she leaned towards the male. Her long pale hair fell to the side over her shoulder. Her violet eyes met his dark orbs in a hazy seductive gaze that had him grinning in an almost feral way.
The next moment found the woman pressed up against the hard concrete of the bar. The cold was non-existent as the male pushed his body flush up against her own, his wandering hands gripping her thighs tightly. Her legs wrapped around his waist gently, fingers threading through his dark locks as if to anchor herself. Her back arched into his touch as his lips hungrily devoured her own. His greedy touch no doubt left bruises upon her thighs and waist. The air shifted as the woman let out a soft moan as his lips trailed down to her neck. His fingers trailed up her body, groping her soft curves before burrowing in her long locks. She gasped as he roughly jerked her head backward, her gaze meeting that of the desolate night sky. His ragged breaths were warm against the alabaster skin of her delicate neck. Her once red-painted lips were smudged and bruised with reckless abandon matching the disarray of her once neat appearance. Her pulse thrummed in an erratic rhythm as his tongue swept across the flesh of her neck only to whisper in her ear.
"You taste so good ...I need more" he whined before an animalistic growl thundered from deep within his chest making his whole body shudder. He let one of his hands untangle from her hair only to grip her shoulder in a vice, pushing her against the rough concrete already digging into her delicate flesh. He looked up with his once dark eyes, now a hazy red as if drunk off the scent of his prey, only to be met with a gaze he did not expect. Her once pale lavender eyes were bleeding into deep scarlet pools of blood, trapping him in her gaze. He now knew that this whole time he was the one being hunted, not her. His body twitched as he let go of her hair only to grab her around her throat, surely leaving the indents of his fingers in the soft flesh. He growled, letting a maniacal grin stretch across his face painfully, his canines glinting in the dark as he slammed her against the wall.
"You're so hasty…" the woman let a smirk overtake her, her tongue swiping out to lap at the blood staining her lips from his none too gentle handling of her. He glimpsed the sharp point of her fangs peeking out confirming the situation he was caught in. "I'm bored now though.." she sighed before a gunshot rang out defeating the silence that overcame the two figures. She slid down the wall watching as his body slowly turned to ash, falling through her fingertips into nothing. Looking down the alley she caught the eye of the lone figure standing, gun still pointed where the man once stood. He walked quickly before she had a chance to fix her disheveled appearance. Her outfit was partly ripped, bruises and indents from fingers littered her body. Her red lips were smudged and swollen and she couldn't help the twitch of her body as the man let his thumb run along her bottom lip gently.
"You're hurt... I'm sorry" his voice was soft but with a hard edge, and his eyes quickly roamed her figure taking note of the bruises littering her skin.
"They will fade. The job is done though, but next time you can be the victim" she looked up while sporting a small smile at the taller male. His lips were set in a thin line, his eyebrows furrowed in slight annoyance. She knew she should have ended it earlier, but a part of her enjoyed that look in his eyes. The shock and the fear consumed him as the situation of their roles was reversed. She was not the helpless victim being preyed upon, but the predator only waiting to strike. Her helpless act always came in handy during a hunt, but there was another reason she did it. She loved the adrenaline and the rush that it caused her, to hear the blood pumping through the veins of your next target. Perhaps she truly was only a beast in human form.
"You seem to like playing the part rather nicely...let's go home Eleanor" the woman, Eleanor, merely sighed before linking her arm through the older males, not once caring about the looks they would receive with her current attire.
"Of course Zero anything for my dear big brother. Besides, I'm quite hungry" she let her eyes flash that deep red for just a half a second before smirking playfully. The male, her brother Zero merely ignored his younger sister and her 'playful' attitude towards the situation. "I'm sure the headmaster will want to hear of our accomplished hunt either way" she let her lips turn downward in a bored manner, her eyes looking up at the night sky. "Look at us...vampires hunting vampires."
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Yes...we are quite pitiful, aren't we? A beast among beasts.
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But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And such the blood of all thy race;
...but now is borne away by thee,
Memorial of thine agony!