Title: Crave
Summary: Edward only craves two things, blood and quiet, until she comes along. An entry for the Twific Thirst Contest.
Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning : If you are looking for a happily ever after, look elsewhere. You won't find one here.
I've no language left to say it
All I do is crave to her
-Hozier
Cough.
Moan.
Cough.
More pathetic moaning.
If I hadn't fed on the fat ass hunter a couple days ago, I wouldn't be hesitating to find the source of the incessant noise and end its misery before the sun finishes setting. I don't hear any thoughts, though. Usually I hear the trite pleas to God for help and panic over death coming soon when someone is lost or injured near me.
Initially I decided to live in the middle of nowhere for the quiet. Who knew a vampire could go on a killing spree because no one would shut the fuck up? Certainly not me, but hey, shit happens. Hearing every thought around me didn't help. Hell, the pain in the ass who turned me never had a chance. Or Tanya for that matter, she was fun to fuck but never gave me a moment's peace.
Another deep wracking cough echoes through the woods and I'm on my feet. Ugh. I had been so comfortable too. I found that without all the distractions of keeping up the human charade, I could sit for days watching the world go by outside. My kind is more stone than flesh, I can simply sit and be still. I don't get sore like a human would or desire a change of scenery. Blood is the only thing I ever crave. Blood and quiet.
Typically I don't need to hunt, it's like DoorDash around here with lost hunters, hikers, and morons with no sense of direction. They wander right up to the old two room cabin looking for help and I give them a reassuring grin to set them at ease, right as I end their miserable life. I don't need cops snooping around though, and learned that it's easiest to not suck them completely dry before dumping them on a well traveled path. Scavengers get to work and hide any evidence of me. I have to go a few miles out since animals are much smarter than humans and keep their distance, which works for me. Less noise. I have had to go after a few dogs though, because I couldn't stand the fucking barking. How people keep them as pets is beyond me. I wouldn't last a day.
I smell the source of the cough before I see it. Sweet, fruity, and distinctly female, venom pools in my mouth. The heat coming off of her as I approach is all wrong though, she's too hot. If anything she should be cold from being exposed to the elements of the Pacific Northwest. I'm situated in the middle of 100 acres of nothing but woods and with no obnoxious four wheeler or tire tracks around, she had to be on foot a long time to get here. It's not the bitter cold of winter yet, but it can't be much above 50 out here. She's breathing and looks unharmed, but I haven't heard a single thought yet. If she was asleep, I would hear her dreams. What the fuck is wrong with this chick? Maybe she hit her head. I try to think back to my short time in a hospital with Carlisle. Could I hear people with concussions? I was too overwhelmed with thirst and annoyance with him to remember clearly.
I move in closer to where she is leaning against a large cedar, figuring it doesn't matter if she's concussed, she's about to be dead anyway. Knees pulled up to her chest and arms wrapped around them tight, her head resting forward on top of them, like the fetal position but sitting up instead of her side. Her breath rattles as if it's moving through water.
Her long brown hair looks dull under her gray knit hat. Gray mittens cover her hands and she is wearing manly black snow boots. She's in jeans and an oversized green coat that completely hides any shape she might have. Plain. She looks plain and somehow innocent.
Another cough erupts from her small frame, shaking all of her, but she doesn't lift her head or attempt to move. Do I move in from behind and drink from her before she realizes what's happening? Maybe I should carry her back to my place and have her tomorrow or the next day? I've always been tempted to find someone who tastes really good and keep them like a bottle of expensive liquor. Have a drink every now and then, savoring each mouthful. Some vampire wannabe freak sites provided promising candidates but I never could control myself once their blood hit my lips. I'm not thirsty at all today though, so maybe it could work.
Just a little sip today, no sex though. She's clearly too sick and looks nothing like the girls from the site. Something about her screams innocence and while I may be soulless, I'm no rapist. Cold blooded killer, sure. But death by my hands is quick and nearly painless. I'm not torturing some chick to get off.
Thinking of those girls reminds me of being buried in Tanya while we drank from a deer. She lived on animal blood only, and thought she could entice me to join her by using sex. I tried, but deer tasted like drinking liquid dirt and while I loved getting laid, it wasn't worth the hassle of listening to her. Knowing her every thought made me her own personal orgasm machine. We'd spent days hunting and fucking, never growing tired, but her constant thoughts of wanting me to herself forever were too much. It was almost too easy to detach her head from her body and watch her burn to ash.
Focusing again on the simple, feverish girl in front of me, I allow myself a deep breath. She smells like a wet dog, but beneath that is the most tempting blood I've ever smelt. It's calling me to sink my teeth into her pale flesh and let it roll across my tongue and down my throat. I swallow at the thought and get hard. I place an arm behind her head and one under her knees. She's coming with me.
I keep her cradled against my chest to keep her head from dropping back, exposing her neck. Her pulse is beckoning me to drink already. Like how music makes one want to move along to the rhythm, venom rushes into my mouth with every beat. To have to watch it beat would end my experiment this moment.
As my body absorbs her excess heat, she starts to shiver, driving me mad with desire. Muscles in my neck twitch as if they are trying to bend to get my teeth close enough to drain her. This is never going to work.
But like a fine wine, I want to at least savor it. If I can get her back, I can bathe the awful dog smell away, and as long as she stays so perfectly quiet, I could drink from her slowly. Maybe even stop before I kill her and drink from her again the next day and the next. Make it last.
I'll have to feed her though so her blood supply replenishes. Dammit. Once I get her settled and locked in a room, I'll head into town for some human sustenance. A sense of guilt keeps nagging at me but if she's not in pain, I'm not doing anything wrong, right? She'd be dead in another day anyway alone in the woods. Fuck it, I'm going to hell anyway. I decided the night I killed Carlisle I was doing this my way. I didn't ask for it and would never doom anyone else to this life, but while I'm here I might as well enjoy myself.
I'll keep her like a pet. Well fed and cared for. Her life's purpose to feed and entertain me. My very own endless carafe of wine to drink from as I please. If there is a God, it'll turn her on and I'll even get laid. A tiny moan passes through her lips and I might just crave hearing her come without having to hear her thoughts, as much as I want her blood running down the column of her throat onto my tongue.
And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had
And what was left after that too, oh.
-Florence and the Machine
"Are you an angel?" she asks and I nearly drop her. Most people think before speaking and I "hear" them. Using her voice sends her into a coughing fit so brutal I find myself rubbing her back and hoping it stops soon. Her eyes are full of tears that have yet to fall and she's taking shallow, short breaths. I realize she's still waiting for an answer by the questioning look in her face. I thought she was the one who might be mentally deficient but clearly it's me.
"No," I say while fighting back the humor in my voice. Maybe an angel of death, but there's no sense in scaring her.
Her brown eyes open wider and panic consumes her. She thrashes in my unyielding arms while coughing and gasping for breath. "Please," she begs. "Please don't take me back! How did you find me? Did they send you?" Pausing only to cough so hard I'm surprised she hasn't cracked a rib, she sobs and starts pleading. "Please, please just let me die." She keeps rambling and trying to escape. Nearly choking to death trying to yell and cough with lungs full of mucus.
While closing my eyes to refocus, I stop walking and shake her hard enough to get her attention. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I hear her open her mouth to argue or hack. I don't care. "Shut the fuck up." I start walking again and explain slowly as if she's a child, "I'm taking you to my cabin to clean you up and get you some food and medicine, but if you're going to be a pain in the ass I can just leave you out here."
Thankfully she seems to hear what I said and stops fighting. I should have sunk my teeth in and glutted myself on her when she was out of it. I don't do this communication bullshit. The thought of her dying bothers me though, like a creeping up my spine. Rolling my shoulders and turning my neck from side to side doesn't help the unease. Fuck me.
I sit her on my old army green wood slat couch when we arrive and start a fire. I clear the cobwebs from the fireplace and open the flue, I can't remember the last time it was used. Water needs to be heated for her to bathe the dog smell away. Her clothes will need to be washed as well. I hope all this effort is worth it. Tomorrow. I can hold off on tasting her until tomorrow and by then maybe I'll have surrounded myself with her scent long enough to resist drinking all of her.
"Who are you?" she timidly asks from the corner of the couch
"Edward." A vampire holding you here in order to savor you as his next meal.
"What do you want from me?" she asks with a quiver in her voice, showing her fear.
Everything. "I'm getting a bath ready for you and then we'll talk."
"I don't understand," she mumbles. Heavy dark circles under her eyes and cracked dry lips make her look all the more pathetic.
"Neither do I," I answer her honestly. I want to tell her the truth. That she's going to give me her blood, willingly or not, and I'm going to worship every drop as it passes through my lips.
She must be thinking of leaving. I can see the worry in her brow as though she's weighing her options. Stay with the pale, crazed looking dude with red eyes or head back out into the wilderness.
Ignoring her, I busy myself gathering what she'll need as I fill and heat buckets of water. There's soap, a towel, and one of my thermal shirts laid out for her next to the fireplace. I never bothered to get indoor plumbing. Instead I use a big metal tub for when I feel the need to wash myself or my clothes. It all must look very primitive to her.
"I'll leave you to clean yourself," I say to her and walk to the bedroom. I listen as she undresses herself, mumbling angrily but I can't make out the words. I hear her sigh and move the door open just enough to see her. She's laying back, relaxed. The swell of her small breasts showing above the water is nearly my undoing. What I wouldn't give to have my hands on her.
I know my kind is attractive to humans to draw them in. Could I use that to my advantage? Try to lure her to want me? She grabs the bar of soap and washes herself and her hair, taking extra care to scrub the dirt out from under her short nails. I want my hands on every inch of her small, slender body. Her ribs show through her flesh on her back, making me question how long she has been without food. Did the person she's running from not allow her to eat or has she been gone that long? It doesn't matter.
The need to bury myself in her is overwhelming. I palm my erection and wonder if jerking off would help me think clearer. I doubt it. She's here, naked, wet, and smelling divine. I have no idea how to approach her. The last time I was with a woman it was under the pretense of vampire fetish play. She demanded that I fuck her and bite her neck, I did what she wanted. I didn't have to ask her to get naked or to let me stick my dick in her,
Like the creep I am, I watch her dry off, pull my shirt on, and wrap her hair in a towel, getting impossibly harder every second. Quickly, I grab an old soft blanket I kept from a hiker and enter the room. Her coughing doesn't sound as awful as it did. The steam from the bath must have helped.
I put the blanket on the couch where she was and motion for her to sit. Her shoulders are slumped forward, she's pulling the hem of the shirt lower, and her knees are crossed like she's trying to hide herself from me. She sits and doesn't hesitate to cover her lower half with a blanket.
I make quick work of washing her clothes in the bath water, not caring that she's watching me move much faster than any human could, and hang them off a chair by the fire to dry. Finally, the foul smell is gone and I relax at the opposite end of the sofa. What a mistake. Now all I smell is her blood. I hear it rushing through her veins. Unbridled fear.
"You're not an angel," she says as a fact. No longer a question.
I shake my head from side to side and try to look less frightening and more appealing.
"I know evil though, and you aren't," she says as she studies me.
I don't reply. Instead, I watch as she unwraps her hair and combs through it with her fingers, stretching and baring her neck to me. I lick my lips.
"You're beautiful," she whispers, unsure of my reaction.
I move closer and run my fingers across her jaw and down her throat, "You are the only beautiful thing in this room."
She recrosses her legs beneath the blanket and I smell the faintest hint of her desire. Her eyelids are heavy with lust. I need to hear her come. Having her look at me this way and not having to know her thoughts is such a turn on. I can't hold back.
Pushing the blanket further into her lap, I expose her calves and run my hands up them, watching gooseflesh rise from my coldness. I slowly move my hands higher and higher, closer to where I want to be and lean my body in towards her.
"Please," she pants.
"Please, what?" I ask, and lick the spot just below her ear. Afraid she's going to tell me to stop, knowing there's no turning back.
"Tell me what you want from me," she begs and opens her legs for me.
"Everything," I groan and run my thumbs along the creases of her inner thighs. "I want to fuck you and taste you, and take all you have to give."
She lifts her hand and to cover her cough, and bites her bottom lip. It's as if she wants this just as much as I do. I grip the hem of her shirt and lift an eyebrow in question, she gives me the smallest nod of permission. She's hauntingly thin but her breasts feel full in my palms. I kiss a path from her neck, to her breasts, and then further down to her navel. Resisting her blood is easier than I imagined it would be.
Dipping my head to where she's slick with want, I stroke her up and down with my tongue. The taste of her desire hits me and I must have more. I cut her just above her pussy with my fingernail and watch her blood flow right to where I want it.
I lap the sweetest blood I've ever tasted as it reaches her clit and hold on as she moves her hips against me. She lets out the tiniest moan and I slide my middle two fingers into her. She clenches herself around them, finding the pressure she needs and comes.
Everything about her is perfect. From the high pitched little oh's and hands fisted in my hair, to her thighs shakily trying to close, to the intoxicating mix of her on my tongue.
More. I need more.
I seal the cut I made with venom on my lips, not willing to waste a drop. In a moment my clothes are in a pile on the floor and I pull her onto me so she's straddling my lap. With her soft, small hands she caresses my shoulders and slowly moves them down my chest, over my abs, and wraps them around me, stroking ever so slowly. I reach around her thigh and gently move my fingers over and around her little bundle of nerves. I watch as she lines me up with her entrance and lowers herself. Soft wet heat surrounds me and she doesn't hold back. I lift up and she pushes herself to take every inch of me. Sex has never been so amazing. The sounds of our bodies coming together fill my ears. I'm nearly overwhelmed.
My throat burns with thirst, begging me to sate it. I wrap her hair around my hand and pull so she's forced to look up and away from her chest. She whimpers but doesn't stop me, too consumed with finding her own release again. Ever so carefully, I slice just below her collar bone on each side and watch her thick wet sweetness slowly run down coating her breasts.
Sucking the liquid off her little pink buds is almost too good. Almost. I come with a roar but don't pull out. I could do this for days. Like knowing when to put a stopper in a bottle of wine to keep from drinking it all, I'm going to have to seal her up soon.
One night of bliss with no holding back or a taste of this sweetness night after night with restraint? I can stop now though I don't want to. Will she ask questions or cry? Fuck, what if I knock her up with some demon child? I'll stop tonight. But this can't last long.
A pang of protectiveness hits me again and I realize it's not coming from me or the girl. I seal her cuts, making sure to clean up every last precious drop of blood, and cover her with the blanket. Her heart has slowed down considerably. How long have I been feeding from her?
As I stand to pull my jeans on, I see a flash of short black hair through the window that I'd recognize anywhere. I clench my teeth so hard in anger they could crack.
"Please stay put," I beg the now sated and confused girl, and rush outside.
"You crazy bitch. What have you done?" I scream into the night. A vision invades my mind of the girl I just fed from, pale and immortal holding my hand and talking to the one with short hair and her mate. Vision after vision of us four all together and happy attack me. I try to close my mind off to her, but I can't no matter how I try. Every decision I make seems to bring on a new view from her. I'm nearly vibrating with rage, but they won't stop. Her thoughts go to her mate, she has faith that he can make me see things her way.
Feelings of calmness and love try to override my ire. Her mate must be able to influence the way others feel. The protectiveness and guilt that have plagued me all day were his doing, not mine. I steel myself and focus on seeing the four of us happy together. Giving her what she wants. Her visions stop shifting and seem to grow clearer, the four of us living together with golden eyes. Following the source of the calmness is fairly simple and I find them. The two vampires who visited me only once a century ago, just after I was turned by Carlisle.
Carlisle was devoted to saving humans as a doctor and survived on animal blood. He was lonely and wanted me to be his companion. It was overwhelming, he sent me to Tanya at one point to show me how great it could be. That clearly didn't work how he thought it would and I just wanted to be alone. One day out of nowhere this female with short spiky black hair arrived. She saw us all as a big happy family, living as humans, and insisted we join her. Her stream of visions invading my mind along with Carlisle's thoughts were too much. I snapped. It appears she has come back to try again, and brought the girl.
I catch her thinking about rubbing clothes with wolf pelts, and then making the brown haired girl wear them. They thought they could make the girl smell less appealing so I wouldn't want to kill her. I think the animal blood has somehow damaged her brain. Maybe it's giving her these visions that simply can never happen.
I don't understand her obsession with me. She has a mate. I can see in their thoughts how strong their bond is. Still, somehow she loves me as her brother. Feels possession of me. That I am hers. Fuck that.
Reading their every thought makes this too simple. I focus on hugging them both around their necks as I approach them from behind and at the last moment arch my back and pull. Shock and fear consume their thoughts as two loud cracks echo through the woods. Arrogant fucks.
I make quick work of building a fire and tearing them apart. Without her mate's interference, my thirst roars within me. Reminding me I have delicious prey that I've not quite finished.
I spot her on the couch as I enter the cabin, wrapped up tight in the blanket, weak and quaking with fear. The lust we shared earlier wasn't our own.
"I don't know what they did to you, but they'll never hurt you again," I say as I rub my neck and try my best to look reassuring.
"O-okay," she stutters and covers a cough with her elbow.
I sit down next to her and pull her into my lap, letting her feel protected in my arms. As she relaxes into me her breathing slows and I hold back, waiting for just the right moment. Her quietness is appealing, almost enough to make me consider keeping her, but I know myself too well. I need to be alone.
I push her hair over her shoulder and run my nose along her throat. Perfection. No dog smell, no fear, no noise. Sinking my teeth in has never felt so good.
The End