He was sitting on the ceiling. On the Ceiling. I pulled back the duvet,watched him watching me and tried to steady my breathing.
How in the hell is he doing that?
"I'm dead, Sky, remember?Gravity...among other things,no longer has a hold on me."
I cross my arms over my chest and purposely shut him ,at least tried.
The bastard was totally calm, just the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips gave way to his emotions,no matter how cold and bloody or sick and twisted-
Mean and cynical,ruthless,lying,cheating,heartless-
What're you gonna' do,bite me? I dare you
The way he drew out the word, enunciating it with something new dripping acid in his voice. Lust filled his soul less obsidian eyes, a deathly sweet aroma filled the air.
I'm not afraid of you,"So there."
A new tension rose between us, so profound that I could literally feel the air thicken.
"Is that so?"
His movements,no matter how sudden,were deliberately stood,eyes never leaving mines,and glided down the wall,slowly with confidence,watching the shock and fear build in my mind. And me,with my bad self,I decided to run.
I knew he'll be able to follow my scent,or even the all-out sound of my ragged breathing. There was no hope,I was completely at his mercy, and heaven only knew how vain it would be to put hope in that. It seemed like years before I finally managed to slam the heaven wooden door behind me.
Thank God for socks,otherwise-
The once covered-in-dust-and-spiderwebs little cottage has been turned into the exact likeness of his house,only not hearly as exaggerated. Deep crimson could be seen in nearly every corner,hints of silver undertones caught on the furniture. The windows were open. I had this awful feeling rising in my belly,he was so close. And then I was airborne,breathe less,scratching, scared out of my mind.
"Care to repeat that?"
By the time we landed I was furious,desperate to hurt him like he's hurt me.
"Get off of me you sick masochistic bastard, don't you ever do that again!"
~for all the readers that have,under demanding life threatening circumstances similar to mine;never,in any situation,scream in a vampires face when your're alone with them/him/her in your/his/her/their house/mansion/castle(or in my case) cottage,when they've just appeared out of frigging nowhere pounced and snatched you and flew to the couch where they are now straddling you. Never a good idea~
He smiles,fangs suddenly visible,shining brightly under the pale glow moonlight streaming through his drapes.
I couldn't avoid the fear and anticipation that sent a thrill of adrenaline pouring into my blood. The smile grows,sharpens, leans forward,cool breath still as sweet as I remembered, and whispers,
"T's not exactly the way I'd put it, however-"
Before I know what's happened he's had both my hands trapped in one of his,over my head,the other teases at the elastic of my Vsecrets bed shorts.
"-Seeing as your're alone,and as far away from civilization as you could get,just now,I suppose it couldn't hurt to be lenient-"
Shudders run through me as his voice penetrates my thoughts,
Who in this world could possibly save you from the crafty hands of a vampire,nearly as old as time,when his only intentions are to steal the heart and virtue of, oh lovely ?
His lips tease mine,eyes never leaving my face,and I can literally feel my will breaking. If anything I want him to take me, I don't want to fight anymore.
"Say it out loud,Sky,tell me you want it."
There's something about his voice,it's more than seductive,I get shivers.
Maybe this is real.
"I'll never leave you again."