Ennui plagues the crestfallen devil,
who decides to find liberation
in seducing the angel.

b l o o d w i n e, ii
crimson rivers at its finest

Darkness clawed at her body and enveloped her in its blinding grasp as she desperately searched for the door to the antechamber. Tears pricked at her eyes and she wiped them away harshly as she continued her rummage around the room. Her not-so-quiet action caused more than one book to fall, vases crashing to the floor in ice-bit crystals. However, despite her bothersome fumbling her hand fell on the brass doorknob and she gave a sigh of relief.

Yet, suddenly it was wedged in her throat, unable to be released as the lord's arms slipped around her waist and pulled her body against his. He brought his forefinger up to her throat and traced it down to her collarbone where it resided for a few moments. Then, it sensually eased its way down between the valley of her breasts where it rested. She winced as if he had slapped her; his violation of her space had finally crossed all boundaries that kept her sane. Thus, her body betrayed her and leaned in to his teasing, aching for the pleasure he could only provide.

"Oh dear. My little pet is aroused." She could feel him grin behind her. "That's lovely. However, I suggest you wrench yourself out of a divulging fantasy and snap back to reality."

She blinked.

He was talking more than his usual two or three word sentences.

"Blood flows at a faster pace when you are at your highest peak of pleasure. You writhe in the adrenaline your body pumps." He paused. "And I revel in this."

He leaned in as if to kiss her ear but paused only a centimeter away to whisper something all too sensual but equally dangerous.

"Get ready."

His mouth suddenly dipped in the crevice of her shoulders and neck and he sunk his ivory teeth in her warm skin. Trails of crimson poured out in dark rivers, dripping further down into her dress. He watched her reaction from the corner of his eye and was pleased at her sudden paralysis. She stood there, unmoving, as he continued to suckle the skin caught between his lips.

He savored her blood and drew in some more, which provided him with life and an unknown emotion that engulfed him at his roots. He ignored the numbness in his heart and paid no attention but to the task in front of him.

Then, as quickly as he had started he released her with a loving lick of the wound before completely parting with the young maiden.

She was of no use to him any longer.

Before he retreated back into darkness, however, he left her with a few foreboding parting words.

"You shall see me again but for a different a purpose."

She still stood there.

Waiting. Watching.

Dead to the world. She would remember nothing afterwards.

It was only a matter of years before the memory enclosed in her heart would resurface again.

The memory of terror and much worse.

The cost of her innocence.