My first impressions of William were bleak until after a week of
loafing and sly hunting, exactly seven day after my arrival, we were all
dragged out to a heavy metal bar down many twisted concrete steps under
ground, a few blocks off of Times Square. The drinks went through eternally
empty bodies, while the cigarette smoke swirled around pointless lives in a
fog.
Primal principles reigned here. Violence, sex and the common link of greed. It had not taken me long to adapt to his packs way of hunt. I fell into their formation and he let everyone disperse to their own pleasure but he held me back. Taken aside he posed a question,
"In here now, is it best for pain, drink or hysteria?" I reply, "Huh?" With a blank look he hastily explains. "You wanted to learn, why not start with the basics? See here we have a two-exit cage, and the drunken wankers only know of one exit. Alone, I could take on a group twice this size but with a group of pent-up vamps and you this should be easy. A simple start, you plan, calculate, feed and leave. Easy as bloody fucking pie."
He had aroused more then just my curiosity. Continuing he said, "The door can be blocked off, most here are too smashed to make it back up those stairs anyway. So that done we have this rowdy bunch to ourselves, and again I ask for pain, drink or hysteria?"
"Why choose when I can have it all?" was my reply. And it was then I first saw my own destruction unbeknownst to me at the time. He smiled proudly and this held me for an eternity.
I marvelled at his joy for the kill, with every death my own sense of hunger was heightened. Drunk on alcohol laced blood and my own destructive excitement we slunk down into the catacombs that are the New York sewers. The true-life veins of the city.
I could still feel the heat from the crimson blood that covered all our bodies. Back in the warehouse and our separate wings we clean off. I could smell dawn coming and William came into our wings rundown bathroom. I had been scrubbing in excess over my stained legs and I cautiously watched him as he peeled off his blood drenched T-shirt.
I had been strategic about not staring at him before but my eyes were drawn like laser beams now. I watched as he ran steaming tap water over his face and placed his hands on either side of the sink; head bowed. He raised his arm and washed all of the blood from his torso and shoulders, muscles moving in perfect liquid precision.
Shrugging a teal grungy towel around his shoulders he turned to mild surprise at me presence. I sat, spread eagle, hand in mid scrub with a vicious expression on my face. Smirking in mock indignation, "Sorry, ladies first." And he left the echoing bathroom leaving a trail of bloody footprints.
I finished quickly and went to my make shift birds nest of a bed. I wanted him. I knew now it was more than an inspiration aspect that I needed. I wanted carnal knowledge of his mind and body. I became a woman obsessed.
Comments welcome! If his character seems wrong, possibly not tough enough or whatever it may be PLEASE point it out!
Primal principles reigned here. Violence, sex and the common link of greed. It had not taken me long to adapt to his packs way of hunt. I fell into their formation and he let everyone disperse to their own pleasure but he held me back. Taken aside he posed a question,
"In here now, is it best for pain, drink or hysteria?" I reply, "Huh?" With a blank look he hastily explains. "You wanted to learn, why not start with the basics? See here we have a two-exit cage, and the drunken wankers only know of one exit. Alone, I could take on a group twice this size but with a group of pent-up vamps and you this should be easy. A simple start, you plan, calculate, feed and leave. Easy as bloody fucking pie."
He had aroused more then just my curiosity. Continuing he said, "The door can be blocked off, most here are too smashed to make it back up those stairs anyway. So that done we have this rowdy bunch to ourselves, and again I ask for pain, drink or hysteria?"
"Why choose when I can have it all?" was my reply. And it was then I first saw my own destruction unbeknownst to me at the time. He smiled proudly and this held me for an eternity.
I marvelled at his joy for the kill, with every death my own sense of hunger was heightened. Drunk on alcohol laced blood and my own destructive excitement we slunk down into the catacombs that are the New York sewers. The true-life veins of the city.
I could still feel the heat from the crimson blood that covered all our bodies. Back in the warehouse and our separate wings we clean off. I could smell dawn coming and William came into our wings rundown bathroom. I had been scrubbing in excess over my stained legs and I cautiously watched him as he peeled off his blood drenched T-shirt.
I had been strategic about not staring at him before but my eyes were drawn like laser beams now. I watched as he ran steaming tap water over his face and placed his hands on either side of the sink; head bowed. He raised his arm and washed all of the blood from his torso and shoulders, muscles moving in perfect liquid precision.
Shrugging a teal grungy towel around his shoulders he turned to mild surprise at me presence. I sat, spread eagle, hand in mid scrub with a vicious expression on my face. Smirking in mock indignation, "Sorry, ladies first." And he left the echoing bathroom leaving a trail of bloody footprints.
I finished quickly and went to my make shift birds nest of a bed. I wanted him. I knew now it was more than an inspiration aspect that I needed. I wanted carnal knowledge of his mind and body. I became a woman obsessed.
Comments welcome! If his character seems wrong, possibly not tough enough or whatever it may be PLEASE point it out!