I didn't really know how to end this, so I'm sorry if the ending sucks ^^;; I have half of the next chapter written up, and I update 'life in peaches' too! XD So, enjoy!
Butterfly looked to her side, where Lynn's arm trapped her against the wall. She glanced quickly in the other direction, there was no escaping.
"Don't worry; it should be pleasant." Lynn breathed in the luscious scent emitting from the girl, savoring the experience.
"P—pleasant?" Butterfly's voice broke. She could feel the hot breath of the vampire on her neck.
"Mmm... The venom takes away the pain." Lynn closed his eyes, inching silently closer.
"W-wait, we don't have to—" Butterfly stammered again, she was abruptly cut off.
"Enough talk." The burning parch of his throat was now unbearable. Lynn moved in, his lips grazed Butterfly's neck. He parted them and licked a spot of skin. The salty sweet flavor lingered on his tongue, further enticing him.
Butterfly's breathing quickened. Lynn heard as her heart began to race, he licked the girl's neck once more.
It was then, within the euphoria of the intimate touch, that the bite was unleashed…
It was quick, so quick that it barely stung before the anesthetic effect of the venom took hold. Butterfly gasped as the venom worked, releasing the toxin that captivated its prey.
There was no struggle.
The blood was thick with sweetness. It overwhelmed him, momentary quenching the burning parch of his throat. Still, it was not enough to satisfy. His hunger was bottomless, insatiable, yet he reveled in the action, embracing the liquid as it gushed warmly on his tongue. Butterfly moaned hotly, uncontrollably, as the toxins released the endorphins in her bloodstream. It was an intimate feeling, an unbelievably euphoric sensation that held her captive against the wall. Lynn listened as his victims heart slowed. The blood pressure was falling; he would have to stop soon…
But could he?
The urge to continue was nearly impossible to ignore. The basic instinctual urge to feed, to devour, screamed inside his brain.
"I'm so… Dizzy…" Butterfly's words were faint, barely audible.
With a moan of regret, Lynn loosened the bite, pushing himself away. He turned, dropping to his knees, his hands flying to his head as he tried, desperately, to suppress the uncontrollable urge to continue.
No longer supported, Butterfly fell to the floor, weak and drugged with toxin. "PRINCESS!"
Lynn's breathing steadily slowed, as did his heart, as did the urge.
Sapphire rushed to Butterfly's side.
"She'll be fine; I didn't drink enough to kill her." Lynn looked down at Butterfly, held close by Sapphire. "Give him some sugar, it helps." Lynn instructed and Sapphire obeyed, nodding and running to the kitchen. Lynn heard the opening and closing of cabinet doors as she hunted for something sweet. Lynn knelt next to Butterfly and effortlessly propping her up against the wall. Butterfly turned and looked up at him weakly, a ridiculous smile spreading heavily across her lips.
"Let's do that again, sometime..." Lynn smirked at her response.
"Tsk tsk tsk; the loss of blood has made you irrational." Hunger temporarily alleviated, Lynn couldn't help but smile crookedly down at her.
"You were right… It didn't hurt…" Another foolish grin played across Butterfly's face.
"Don't you know? I'm always right."
Sapphire came out with some hot, honey tea. Butterfly seemed to recover quickly after that.
"So, what next?"
Butterfly thought quietly, trying to remember the name of the girl who had helped her before she had been killed.
"Next...we find Rafael."
()-()-()-()-()-()-()
An hour. It had only lasted one hour.
Lynn smirked at the constant drone of Butterfly's unwelcomed voice in his head.
"Do you think if we kiss longer next time, the effect will last longer?"
"You know, when you're not being food, you're just annoying." Lynn felt Butterfly's instant, mental recoil.
"That's what you think of me? As a meal?"
"That, or a cougar."
Butterfly stayed quiet, and Lynn felt her hurt.
But Butterfly's sulking didn't last long as Lynn finished the walk up to the barred, iron gates. He stopped at the call button, and pushed it. A static filled voice answered immediately from somewhere within the elaborate mansion.
"How may I help you?"
"Well, you can try mind fucking me. Or you can open the door." His voice was eerily calm, despite the fact that anyone could come outside and shoot him to death if they wished.
The voice was quiet for a moment. "I'm afraid i'll have to ask who you are."
"Your mom."
"You do realize they could kill you for talking like this," Butterfly hissed.
"I know what i'm doing."
"Yeah sure. Killing yourself."
"Princess," he said calmly, as if talking to a three year old, making her feel small. "I know the modern world better then you do. Now sod off and let me talk." Then he turned back to the speaker, impatient. "So?"
"Sir, we can't accept anyone in this building without a reason-"
"Open the fucking door or i'll bomb you bitches to hell. Reason enough?"
"..." A sigh. "Ethna... yes, come in." An electric buzzing sounded briefly as the gate lock came undone with a muffled 'click.' Lynn strolled non-chalantly inside the grounds of the estate. He walked boredly up the mansion steps and halted at the French, double doors. A second later, a butler in formal attire opened the door, gesturing him politely inside.
"Bad security," Lynn said coolly. The man ignored him.
"Please follow me, sir." They walked up the stone spiral staircase and down a long hall, stopping briefly at the entrance to a large room, an office.
The butler silently informed the occupant of company and motioned Lynn inside. Lynn stepped into the warmly decorated room, vaguely registering the foe walls and the Tahitian accent rug spread extravagantly over the beige carpet.
His eyes darted immediately to Rafael, sitting at the desk, a smug expression plastered on her face. Her hands were laced beneath her chin, showing off an intimidating, executive pose.
Rafael's hands parted as she gestured toward the only available chair, positioned directly in front of the grand, oak desk. Lynn walked to the chair, politely extending his right arm in a greeting handshake before he sat. She didn't return the handshake.
Instead, she jumped up from the seat and completely glomped him.
For reasons unapproved for, Butterfly felt a twang of jealousy.
"...the hell."
"LYNN! YOU BASTARD! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WE WERE WORRIED ABOUT YOU? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO WANDER AROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAYLIGHT WHEN YOU'RE ALL SMALL AND DEFENSLESS AND POWERLESS? YOU COULD GET KILLED! AND IF PEOPLE FOUND OUT WHAT YOU- ...you know what, I'm not even going to START talking about that... WHATEVER, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU, LITTLE BITCH?"
"out."
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"So," Rafael said coldly, forty two hugs, sixty four chokes, and seventeen glomps later. It was true, Butterfly had counted from her invisible spot next to Lynn. "What brings you here, Ethna?"
"'Butterfly'," Lynn replied, heading straight to the point instead of lingering in Rafael's little game. He smirked when Rafael's eyes widened. "Ring a bell?"
Rafael jumped up again, her gaze serious, and Butterfly off-topic-ly wondered if the girl had springs under her seat. "Princess? What about her?"
"Her spirit somehow got into my head, she doesn't have a physical form, needs one, went to Sapphire who said we need to- in other words, she needs your help."
"Her spirit somehow got into your head, she doesn't have a physical form, needs one, went to Sapphire who said you two needed to...and in other words she needs my wha?"
"Rafael," Butterfly said shortly, appearing, once again, in a ghostly image next to Lynn. "Can you hear me?"
"SON OF A- BUNBUN!"
"Butterfly," the image corrected gently. "I need to find my body."
"Well... I can't really help you, but I think I might know someone...you know, if you stay here I could...I have these brownies that... Black toothpastes. That can make black toothpastes. They're like-"
"There," Lynn interrupted impatiently. "is a point to your blabber, right?"
Rafael grinned sheepishly. "If you stay here, maybe I could think of a way to help you." Her dark brown eyes searched Lynn's purple ones pitingly. "But until then...You'll just have to handle your situation."
"...Fuck in he-"
"Of course," Butterfly replied. "Thank you for agreeing to help. I owe you one, Rafael."
Lynn glared at her. Rafael beamed. "It's a pleasure, ma'am." Then she turned to Lynn. "About those brownies..."
()-()-()-()-()-()
The butler stopped a few doors down, opening a heavy wooden door and stepping inside.
"This will be your new quarters." Lynn nodded in response, taking in the elaborate surroundings. The room was furnished in subtle, golden hues, complete with gold leafed wallpaper, trimmed in an elegant, painted scroll design. Matching Victorian lamps adorned each side of the feather filled, king sized bed. The bay window was embellished with attractive gold ingots in the shape of vines. An antique chandelier hung from the raised ceiling, completing the extravagant décor.
"If you need anything at all, please use the call button on the nightstand. It will directly connect you with the head maid."
"Hn. The same shit all the time, eh?" The butler nodded as politely as he could and left the room. Lynn made his way over to the bed, sitting gracefully on the edge. He folded his arms behind his head and fell back onto the fluffy, satin coverings of the golden blanket. He took in the complete silence. It was nice, too nice. He wondered briefly where Butterfly was, and then decided against asking. He closed his eyes. How long had it been since he had actually slept?
A familiar voice broke the tranquil silence. Lynn looked to his left, seeing the ghost of Butterfly sitting arms folded, legs crossed on the bed next to him.
"I'm impressed. I did not believe you capable of this." Lynn smirked.
"Have you that little faith in my abilities? Aw~"
"You expect me to trust a leech who thinks nothing of me then a fine meal?" Butterfly's words were laced with irritation.
"That's rich coming from a parasite." Butterfly turned an angry glare onto Lynn, who lay, eyes closed, on the king sized bed. She muttered something under her breath.
"At least I don't kill people for pleasure." Lynn scoffed at the remark.
"And you're missing out alot by not being involved in crime. Say, you've never kissed a slave-"
It was sudden and unexpected. The cold of the girl's spirit pressing down against the vampires cool lips.
Lynn's eyes flew open in surprise, as the familiar ripping sensation descended upon his chest. He felt the progressing warmth of the girl's kiss as more and more of his soul was fed into her. The giddy weakness quickly returned, his head swimming with the fresh scent of blood.
The blood. The best he had ever tasted in his entire existence. The rare and desired cognac that very few vampires had the privilege to find. The fragrance overwhelmed him. Without breaking the kiss, Lynn flipped the girl onto her back, taking the lead. He heard a muffled gasp of surprise as he did so.
He breathed in the warm aroma, saliva and venom flooding his mouth. His throat now burning with an unquenchable fire, his teeth aching to puncture skin.
In one quick, fluid movement, his mouth fell upon the girl's throat. Lynn grabbed each of Butterfly's wrists, pinning them steadfast to the mattress. He loomed over the girl, dizzy with desire. He licked her neck, caressing the salty sweet skin with her tongue. He felt Butterfly shiver beneath him; the woman was driving him absolutely mad with temptation.
"Enjoying this?" He felt her shudders. "I'm pretty sure your little slave boys never trained you for this."
"I never had any slaveboys," she mumbled, uncomfortable.
"You lie." He pressed his lips closer to her neck.
"I- I don't...ngh..."
"hm? What was that?"
"I don't-"
Before she could finish, they both were blinded by the angry flashes of the tauk.