Drabble:95
POV:Strigoi-Dimitri
From my vantage on the rooftop of the derelict building, I could see the scene panning out below in full details, everything enhanced by my superior senses, which came with becoming a demon of the night.
There they were, in the dead-end of an alley, a bunch of unpromised dhampirs grilling a strigoi. Not just any strigoi, but one of Galina's. Pathetic! How could Aleksey have been so stupid to have gotten captured by these moronic mortals? Disgraceful! As I watched, one of them stepped forward. A girl, much shorter than her companions but undoubtedly the leader and the mastermind of the team. It was her. Of course it was her. So the rumors had been true….
Roza had come hunting me.
I was too far away to hear what she was asking Aleksey, but I knew how these interrogations went. Aleksey would be the third of my acquaintances she'd grilled this fortnight (and reduced their dignity to shreds), who'd undoubtedly saunter over later, full of indignation, to pass her message-that Roza was coming for me.
Well, good for her. Because I was waiting for her. Oh, I had plans for her….
She'd been mine when I was still a mortal, a victim of society…and after I turned her, she'd always be mine. Forever…
At most it would take a couple of minutes for me to suck her body dry of her warm blood and replace it with mine, binding us together. I could compel her, ease her pain, while I sapped the warmth from her body. And when she'd awaken, she'd be mine again, only better. Like me. It would be so simple.
But I wouldn't take her oh, so easily. No. Roza had made me suffer for so long, tantalizing me, now it was my turn. I would taunt her now. I would make her cry my name. I would torture her with my lips and caresses and with sweet nothings. Watching her suffer would please me. But she wouldn't feel any pain, not physically at least, I wouldn't let her. All we'd engage in would be mind-games, even then, her thoughts would be addled by the endorphins that my bite would release in her system. Because I'd bite her. I couldn't stop myself otherwise. I'd have to taste her. Blood always felt good, but I bet she'd taste special to me. Mine. It might be too much to go any further, to touch more, to feel more. Besides there'd be plenty of time for that afterwards. I still wanted her because…
Well, it doesn't matter, because soon, she'll be mine. I'd have her wrapped around my fingers, torn between the memories of the mortal I'd been (and all we'd shared) and the future I'd present to her. Her and me. Together. For eternity. I'd make her choose. She'd choose me. Us. Immortality. And well, if she didn't, there'd still be time for fun and games. She'd beg me, my sweet Roza. And I would love it.
It would crush her to see what I'd become, so far removed from the idyllic being I had been. It would undoubtedly tarnish my memories, but she'd see my way. I'd make her see my way. Because I knew Roza. And I knew how to persuade her, especially given that I was her weakness…
I couldn't wait to begin. Soon, I told myself, still watching as Aleksey bolted from the scene and the dhampirs huddled together, undoubtedly discussing strategy.
Soon, Roza. Just wait. I'll come for you. Corrupt you. And you'll be mine.
This moment has been inspired by the song 'Corrupt' by the unholy trinity of darkness, otherwise known as Depeche Mode.
This probably was the most difficult and taxing piece I've written so far, and probably the most inarticulate one. Oh the woes of not being able to paint with words :'(
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