The fear was there, fear that she would be violated and murdered, but she was also angry. She may not be able to stop it from happening, but she wasn't going to make it easy on the fiend that was dragging her through the cold snow.
She barely registered that the fingers that were tugging at her breast were colder than ice or that the grip on her was stronger than that of a statue. Instead, her mind was racing, trying to think of a means of escape even as the hand finally left her breast and she was thrown to the cold ground.
Figuring this was her one chance she tried to scamper away, crawling, but her efforts to escape were hindered by the deep layer of snow and the layers of fabric that made up her gown, which was already in tatters.
She didn't not get far before she felt her attacker on top of her. As his weight settled on her and pressed her into the snow, she could barely let out a cry of fear and frustration. She felt one of her attacker's arms wrap around her, pinning her arms to her sides, and felt the other fumbling under her petticoats, the coldness of his flesh penetrating through the thin silk fabric of her stockings.
She tried to struggle, but there was no point with the way he lay on her, pinning her to the ground. Bile rose up in her throat as she felt cold breath on the nape of her neck, finding it strange how the scent of it was sweet, almost sickeningly so.
Her mind finally managed to put some coherent thoughts together and she was no longer wondering who this was, but what this was. Something just wasn't right.
The scent of the creature on her was almost intoxicating and as he began to nuzzle her neck and his breath tickled her skin, her struggles slowly stopped. Her breathing was still coming out in soft pants, but they were no longer caused by her struggling, instead they came about as a result of the hand that was now expertly caressing the bare skin of her thigh.
Her body and her appetites were betraying her, and it was apparent that the man on her, whoever he was, was an expert when it came to seducing women because his fingers under her skirts was drawing the kind of response that most men could only get out of her with some time and practice.
How could she be responding to his touch? How could she want him when he was responsible for the murdered men lying not far from where they were now?
She didn't know he answers to these questions, but she did notice that her moans and cries were no longer those of fear, they were of passion filled with frustration that stemmed from the fact that she needed him.
As if he could sense the change, her tormentor chuckled huskily in her ear and lifted himself off of her enough to flip her over. Suddenly she was looking up into that perfect face that had been standing across the ballroom from her not too long ago. She took in the too perfect smile over the gleaming white teeth, the aristocratic features, and last but not least, the crimson eyes that were boring into her green ones.
She let out a half gasp, half moan as she felt his fingers work their way up the inside of her thighs again. His free hand was near her face and his frozen fingers slowly stroked her cheek. When he spoke his voice was almost hypnotic. "So beautiful." He leaned down and brushed his lips against her chin and continued, "Did you think that you could escape me that easily." Just then his fingers did something absolutely wicked and she shivered and cried out a bit under him as he whispered in her ear, "I always get what I want."
She was no longer thinking straight as he continued his seduction there in the cold snow. Before long his growls and her cries of pleasure were echoing through the forest surrounding them.
Being with him was so different; his body was hard beneath his clothes, and cold rather than hot. Even as her body moved in rhythm with his and his hands tore at her clothes, moving along the bare skin that he exposed she wondered how this could be happening. She had been frightened of this just moments before and now it was as if she couldn't help herself.
She was lost in the feel of his body and mouth and just when she was close to a climax the cry she was about to let out suddenly turned to one of pain as she felt his teeth sink into her neck.
This was no love bite. The burning that spread through her from where his teeth latched onto her flesh was like the fires of hell itself. She tried to push him off her, her body bucking and writhing under his, but it was like pushing at a brick wall.
Just when she started to feel weak and her struggles began to subside, she felt his weight suddenly pulled from her. She didn't wonder where this piece of good fortune had come from and using the last bit of her strength she turned around and tried crawling away.
The pain overwhelmed her though as the burning sensation started to spread through her and she collapsed on the ground but, not even her whimpers of pain were enough to drown out the strange tearing sound that was suddenly filling the air around her.
Her curiosity might have been piqued, but right now she was sure that God was punishing her for all her misdeeds.
As she lay there, staring up at the night sky, a beautiful face suddenly came into focus above her. It was the woman from the ballroom, her beautiful face filled with kindness and compassion.
Tanya looked at her and whispered, "Kill me….please…"