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My arms closed behind her back, locking her arms at her side. I stared down into her face, her eyes wide and seeping fear. Her fear perfumed the air so heavily, I could taste it on my tongue; I could smell it with a single breath.
Her hair was the color of tree bark, falling just below her shoulder blades. Her eyes the color of green cat eyes. I took a hold of her hair, pulling it to make her stare up at me with terror. Her eyes were wide- so wide...
I pressed her more firmly against me, so hard, I could feel her heart, panicking, against my chest. My eyes traveled slowly from her eyes to something frantically beating, pulsing like a caged animal. I swallowed hard as I watch the smooth, white flesh of her neck, the pulse racing. My own pulse started to speed, my heart racing. I could taste it on my tongue, her pulse, her blood. I could taste it. I could feel, see, taste my mouth locking around it, tearing, biting. I could take that pulse and cage it with my mouth... I could suck on it like a hard candy until it melts...
My eyes shot open due to a sound halfway between a scream and a gasp. I never remembered closing my eyes. I stared evenly at her neck, my mouth hovering. “Oh God. Oh, God, please..” she whispered softly. A single crystal tear made a track down her cheek, leaving a line of salty water.
My breath left my mouth in a sigh, only to reflect off her skin and back to me. I got the smell of her in one small sniff. My tongue darted out, wetting my lips and touching her neck for a brief second. She tastes so sweet, so good. I couldn’t resist, I can’t stop.. I can’t keep control.
My lips brush her neck, just below the pulse. I didn’t trust myself, I didn’t. Oh, God. Her skin was so soft, she tastes so good. My lips move slowly up her neck, playing along the line of her jaw. A shudder runs through my body, one that I cannot control.
Control.. Yes, I need to control. I bury my face against the curve of her neck willing myself to calm. She has gone utterly still. She isn’t struggling, she is trying to keep calm. She cannot hide from me her pulse beating faster, her heart pumping harder. Her fear is perfuming the air, her taste is thick on my tongue.
I push her away from me suddenly and step back. She is stopped by a wall, I fall to the ground. My eyes snap open and I am on my back gasping for breath, staring at the dark ceiling. I hear my heart pounding, my blood charging in my ears. I swallow hard.
I hear something heavy sliding to the floor. Pushing myself up and leaning back on my arms, I stare at the woman before me. She had collapsed to her knees, arms locked around herself tight. I can taste more then see the tears trailing slowly down her cheeks. Her eyes stare at me through a curtain of hair. She shivered once and closed her eyes tight.
I fall back on the floor, trying to regain control. The control that I’ve worked so hard to maintain and almost lost. I breath and close my eyes. Her fear, her taste. Grr, it was still there. It is still there. I let myself fall into the floor, let myself try to get back to my ground state.
I hear something. A small almost whimper.
My eyes shot open. I sit up and stare at the young woman, who is trying to get back up. Struggling to stand on her feet. She slowly looks at me as if just now realizing I was there. She stared. A small whimper fell from her throat as she fell back to her knees. Next thing I knew, I was on all fours, crawling to her slowly.
Tongue darting out of my mouth, I wet my lips slowly, my eyes never leaving the young woman. With ever slow movement toward her, she pushed herself against the wall, as if trying to break through it, as if trying to get away from me.
“Stop struggling,” I whispered. My voice sounded low and strangled, but it was still my voice. “It only drives me to want more.”
I watched her try to calm herself. The fight for a peaceful face was almost painful to watch.
Stopping right in front of her, so close I could almost touch, I stared. I took a deep breath, and even the deep breath brought me closer to her.
I started laughing. Even to me it sounded like a laugh of a mad man, or one of a starving man. My eyes turned and looked at her. It was plain on her face. That one laugh cracked her almost peaceful mask. Fear was there, thick and sweet like honey. It was on her face, the structure of the body, the smell of her skin.
“Fear is so tasty,” I moved forward. “So, so tasty. You, my dear.. I can taste you on the back of my tongue. You taste so good.” I put my face so close to hers and she shrunk back. Too bad the wall was behind her.
“What do you want?” her voice, even in this situation, even with this much fear, held a thread of anger. My oh my, she was a strong one.
I put an arm on either side of her, locking her where she was. I still did not touch her. Her face was turned down, her hands balled into fists. And still, she was on her knees and there was a line of trembling to her shoulders. There was fear there, still. But something else.
I made a disgusted sound. That one sound brought her to stare up at my face which was only inches away. I stared back and smiled, “What do I want? What do I want?! Do you really need to ask that?”
Her tongue darted out of her mouth and wet her lips. She didn’t take her eyes from mine. “Yes, I need to ask that.” she said harshly, still trembling. Oh, she was getting angry. But still, I could see her pulse, taste her fear. Ooh, this was going to be fun.
I blew softly on her face, and her eyes closed slowly. Her pulse sped faster. I threw my head back and laughed. “Haha, what do I want? I want you. I want you, all of you. Your blood, your body...” I shuddered, “That is what I want.” I let my head drop, taking my eyes off her face, but kept my arms on either side of her. “I want you to struggle, I want you to panic.” I pulled my head up and stared at her, our eyes level. “I want you to scream.” I pushed my face as close as I could to hers without touching, without closing that distance, “I want...”
“Stop it!” she screamed. She pushed herself as far as she could from me, pushing her back harder against the wall. This was too much, this was too exciting. I didn’t move, I didn’t move at all. I could tell from the force that she was going to have bruises all along her back, and it wasn’t even going to help her.
“Stop what?” I asked, my face still dangerously close to hers. “Am I doing anything I shouldn’t be?” I moved my head back a fraction at her scream, still keeping her just out of my reach.
Her head had dropped down, arms tight across her chest, knees on the ground. My arms were still on either side of her, my own legs locking her legs. The only way she could move without touching me was to stand up very, very carefully. I smiled.
“Are you not going to answer me...” I let the words roll out of my mouth, slowly, seductively. Let them hold exactly what was in my mind. “Are you not, Khalen?” Her name got her attention. Her once trembling body, stopped. She kneeled there, the closest she could get to a ball, stiff and aware I knew who she was. Her head slowly started to rise.
“Wha...” she stared at me, eyes wide. I could see tears glazing her eyes, causing them to shine in dark. “What did you call me?”
“Mm, it is your name, is it not?” I leaned in towards her, whispering the simple words against her slightly quivering lips. “Khalen.”
She whimpered.
 Crimson Drown · Thu Jul 29, 2010 @ 03:44am · 0 Comments |
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