A Charming Monster [Fic]
Note; this lovely little ficlet is based on a friend's (in progress) original fiction piece. I couldn't help myself here. Ambrose is the canon character of the work, Deirdre is of my own imaginings.
Ambrose looked at the woman in his arms. She was a sweet girl, really. Her skin was fair and smooth, perfect nearly, hardly a blemish for any man to spot upon her. Her hair came down in soft brown waves, framing her face in a dark colour that contrasted her paleness. Her eyes were nearly closed, thick dark lashes fluttering a little as she breathed shallowly. “Oh, Ambrose... you are such a gentleman.”
“Yes, I must agree. It is a shame you are nothing more than a common harlot.”
The woman in his arms started a little, opening her eyes and looking up. “Wh-what?”
“What did you expect, my dear? Me to woo you further with pretty words that are naught but lies? It was a simple task to take you home with me, and we haven’t yet known each other for a full day. You... are nothing but a harlot.” Her eyes widened, dark brown, ugly and dull like her hair. She was so fragile and simple. Nothing to her but a little toy to pass the time. Ambrose, however, was not going to waste his toys, even if they were simple pleasures. He licked his lips, pink tongue flicking over pale, sharp fangs.
“A-ambrose... you...!” A bright flush had risen to her cheeks at this point, and Ambrose drank in the sight of the blood pulsing under her flesh. More than that, he could hear her heart beating faster in her chest. It was racing, teasing him.
With a dark chuckle, Ambrose crushed the girl to his chest, and she choked out a gasp, pulling her head back just the way that she was supposed to. He leaned down, not even giving her time to pull in another breath and sank his teeth into the flesh of her neck. The woman gasped shudderingly, pupils going wide, spine arching her body against the vampire’s own. Ambrose groaned softly as the rich red blood filled his mouth. The taste was like the rush of narcotics he once enjoyed when he was human. Strong, and heavy they rushed through his body, quickly fading until he could swallow again, and the rush went through him, softer now, still rich with feeling.
It took him great effort to pull himself away from the neck of the girl. He was sloppy, and blood dripped down her neck, staining the white cloth of her corset. The layers of her dress were shed in pools on the floor. “My, my, Deirdre, you taste so sweet.”
The woman struggled vainly to pull away from him. The young woman’s mind was muddled, thoughts torn between the horrid pain in her neck, and the sweet feel, the draw of his body. She bit her lip, conflicting emotions welling inside her. “L-let me go...” she managed to say, pushing her hands against Ambrose’s chest. He looked down at her, eyes gleaming red and lips shining with her own blood.
“No. You’re mine now, Deirdre.” The tone was of finality, and it slowly sunk into the woman; this was not a man. This was a monster. The thought cut through her muddle of emotions for only a moment. After that, they swirled back up into chaos. “And these are your last moments. You should enjoy them.”
Ambrose’s arms were still tight around the woman, despite her struggles. The vampire held her tight to his body, one hand sliding down her back, over the lacing of her corset, plucking at the tight ribbons that held her waist in tight. Kissing up the human’s neck, lips deceivingly gentle and hot against her skin, Ambrose peeled the corset off of the woman, trailing sharp nails up her flesh.
“N-no... let me go... please, I w-won’t tell any-!” Ambrose cut the woman off with a nip; a bite too short to be anything but painful. He liked his meals to moan in pleasure for him. Not beg and plead. There was a time for that, and this wasn’t it. His nails scratched down her back, and she gasped, horrified that they were going to pierce her pretty flesh.
“My darling... you have every right to fear the monster that I am.” Ambrose tilted the woman’s chest back, kissing down her neck and bare chest. “I will devour you, pretty human. Tear the flesh from your bone to drink your blood. Perhaps I’ll sink my fangs into your heart...” His lips brushed over her chest, between her small breasts, and he could feel it thundering inside her, like a trapped hummingbird. He groaned softly, kissing her there.
He stroked his hands down her stomach, fingers tracing soft patterns in her flesh, raising goosebumps. The vampire opened his mouth over the human’s chest. Deirdre was still clutching at his jacket, now unable to move, something, perhaps fear, keeping her in place for him to feast upon. “Mhmm. I think I would like to eat your heart.” He sunk fangs into the flesh over her rib cage, sinking them deep. She screamed this time, like a proper victim. Ambrose sucked at the blood the spilled from the wound, gulping it down with a growing lust. It had been hard to pull away the first time... how long would this woman live? Perhaps once more... perhaps. His fingers tore through the silks of her undergarments and her tossed the scraps aside.
The human struggled harder now. Perhaps she thought him about to deflower her. What vanity, what interest did a monster such as him have in her other than the rich blood that ran through her veins and the pleasing screams and moans from her lips?
“H-Help me! S-someone, please! L-lord, he-ah!”
“There is no god to help you, darling.” Ambrose struggled to keep his demeanour cool and collected. He was so close to the brink of simply tearing her apart. “But perhaps I’ll let you go now... you could get to a doctor, and perhaps you could be saved still.”
“Please, oh my Lord, please let me go... I-I promise...!”
“Promise what, Deirdre?” Ambrose asked, digging his nails into her belly, drawing blood again. He licked his lips, smirking down at his victim.
“Anything! Anything! Just let me go!”
Chuckling, Ambrose leaned down and slowly dragged his tongue over the wound on the woman’s chest. It took all of his self control to keep from snapping there. “Alright... if it’s anything... spread your legs for me. Let me take your virginity, human, and I’ll let you live.”
“Wh-what?”
Ambrose stroked a hand up her thigh. “Well, do you want to live? Perhaps not live with such innocence... but I already took all of that and drank it from your body, Deirdre.”
Tears slipped down the woman’s face, and Ambrose laughed. The vampire threw her down on the blood-red rug on the bedroom floor. Slowly, holding back a choked sob, the woman spread her legs, baring her womanhood to him. Ambrose took one look, and his eyes shifted just to the left, up her thigh. Smirking, he leaned down.
“I told you... you are a harlot, Miss Deirdre.” Ambrose let his eyes close for a moment and grinned wide, baring his pointed fangs for all to see. He slammed his hands down on her hips, pinning her to the floor with vicious greed, and pressed his mouth to her thigh.
“Ahh! Wh-what are you doing?!”
Ambrose declined to answer. He simply sank his fangs into the vein in her thigh, where the richest blood ran. It gushed into his mouth, to the sounds of the woman’s groans and screams, that slowly faded. He was almost unaware of the way her bones snapped in his hands or the way her feet kicked against the floor under her. Almost. Those struggled slowly calmed as the rush of blood into his mouth slowed and finally stopped.
The vampire pulling back to see a myriad of bites and punctures up her leg, a large gash where he tore into her with reckless abandoned, simply enjoying the bloodlust of his kill. It was perfect. His eyes slid up her pale, soft skin... now a pretty corpse. What a darling little toy, but so quickly she had to be disposed of. Ambrose licked his lips.
“What a charming girl you were, Deirdre. I won’t remember you.”
Ambrose looked at the woman in his arms. She was a sweet girl, really. Her skin was fair and smooth, perfect nearly, hardly a blemish for any man to spot upon her. Her hair came down in soft brown waves, framing her face in a dark colour that contrasted her paleness. Her eyes were nearly closed, thick dark lashes fluttering a little as she breathed shallowly. “Oh, Ambrose... you are such a gentleman.”
“Yes, I must agree. It is a shame you are nothing more than a common harlot.”
The woman in his arms started a little, opening her eyes and looking up. “Wh-what?”
“What did you expect, my dear? Me to woo you further with pretty words that are naught but lies? It was a simple task to take you home with me, and we haven’t yet known each other for a full day. You... are nothing but a harlot.” Her eyes widened, dark brown, ugly and dull like her hair. She was so fragile and simple. Nothing to her but a little toy to pass the time. Ambrose, however, was not going to waste his toys, even if they were simple pleasures. He licked his lips, pink tongue flicking over pale, sharp fangs.
“A-ambrose... you...!” A bright flush had risen to her cheeks at this point, and Ambrose drank in the sight of the blood pulsing under her flesh. More than that, he could hear her heart beating faster in her chest. It was racing, teasing him.
With a dark chuckle, Ambrose crushed the girl to his chest, and she choked out a gasp, pulling her head back just the way that she was supposed to. He leaned down, not even giving her time to pull in another breath and sank his teeth into the flesh of her neck. The woman gasped shudderingly, pupils going wide, spine arching her body against the vampire’s own. Ambrose groaned softly as the rich red blood filled his mouth. The taste was like the rush of narcotics he once enjoyed when he was human. Strong, and heavy they rushed through his body, quickly fading until he could swallow again, and the rush went through him, softer now, still rich with feeling.
It took him great effort to pull himself away from the neck of the girl. He was sloppy, and blood dripped down her neck, staining the white cloth of her corset. The layers of her dress were shed in pools on the floor. “My, my, Deirdre, you taste so sweet.”
The woman struggled vainly to pull away from him. The young woman’s mind was muddled, thoughts torn between the horrid pain in her neck, and the sweet feel, the draw of his body. She bit her lip, conflicting emotions welling inside her. “L-let me go...” she managed to say, pushing her hands against Ambrose’s chest. He looked down at her, eyes gleaming red and lips shining with her own blood.
“No. You’re mine now, Deirdre.” The tone was of finality, and it slowly sunk into the woman; this was not a man. This was a monster. The thought cut through her muddle of emotions for only a moment. After that, they swirled back up into chaos. “And these are your last moments. You should enjoy them.”
Ambrose’s arms were still tight around the woman, despite her struggles. The vampire held her tight to his body, one hand sliding down her back, over the lacing of her corset, plucking at the tight ribbons that held her waist in tight. Kissing up the human’s neck, lips deceivingly gentle and hot against her skin, Ambrose peeled the corset off of the woman, trailing sharp nails up her flesh.
“N-no... let me go... please, I w-won’t tell any-!” Ambrose cut the woman off with a nip; a bite too short to be anything but painful. He liked his meals to moan in pleasure for him. Not beg and plead. There was a time for that, and this wasn’t it. His nails scratched down her back, and she gasped, horrified that they were going to pierce her pretty flesh.
“My darling... you have every right to fear the monster that I am.” Ambrose tilted the woman’s chest back, kissing down her neck and bare chest. “I will devour you, pretty human. Tear the flesh from your bone to drink your blood. Perhaps I’ll sink my fangs into your heart...” His lips brushed over her chest, between her small breasts, and he could feel it thundering inside her, like a trapped hummingbird. He groaned softly, kissing her there.
He stroked his hands down her stomach, fingers tracing soft patterns in her flesh, raising goosebumps. The vampire opened his mouth over the human’s chest. Deirdre was still clutching at his jacket, now unable to move, something, perhaps fear, keeping her in place for him to feast upon. “Mhmm. I think I would like to eat your heart.” He sunk fangs into the flesh over her rib cage, sinking them deep. She screamed this time, like a proper victim. Ambrose sucked at the blood the spilled from the wound, gulping it down with a growing lust. It had been hard to pull away the first time... how long would this woman live? Perhaps once more... perhaps. His fingers tore through the silks of her undergarments and her tossed the scraps aside.
The human struggled harder now. Perhaps she thought him about to deflower her. What vanity, what interest did a monster such as him have in her other than the rich blood that ran through her veins and the pleasing screams and moans from her lips?
“H-Help me! S-someone, please! L-lord, he-ah!”
“There is no god to help you, darling.” Ambrose struggled to keep his demeanour cool and collected. He was so close to the brink of simply tearing her apart. “But perhaps I’ll let you go now... you could get to a doctor, and perhaps you could be saved still.”
“Please, oh my Lord, please let me go... I-I promise...!”
“Promise what, Deirdre?” Ambrose asked, digging his nails into her belly, drawing blood again. He licked his lips, smirking down at his victim.
“Anything! Anything! Just let me go!”
Chuckling, Ambrose leaned down and slowly dragged his tongue over the wound on the woman’s chest. It took all of his self control to keep from snapping there. “Alright... if it’s anything... spread your legs for me. Let me take your virginity, human, and I’ll let you live.”
“Wh-what?”
Ambrose stroked a hand up her thigh. “Well, do you want to live? Perhaps not live with such innocence... but I already took all of that and drank it from your body, Deirdre.”
Tears slipped down the woman’s face, and Ambrose laughed. The vampire threw her down on the blood-red rug on the bedroom floor. Slowly, holding back a choked sob, the woman spread her legs, baring her womanhood to him. Ambrose took one look, and his eyes shifted just to the left, up her thigh. Smirking, he leaned down.
“I told you... you are a harlot, Miss Deirdre.” Ambrose let his eyes close for a moment and grinned wide, baring his pointed fangs for all to see. He slammed his hands down on her hips, pinning her to the floor with vicious greed, and pressed his mouth to her thigh.
“Ahh! Wh-what are you doing?!”
Ambrose declined to answer. He simply sank his fangs into the vein in her thigh, where the richest blood ran. It gushed into his mouth, to the sounds of the woman’s groans and screams, that slowly faded. He was almost unaware of the way her bones snapped in his hands or the way her feet kicked against the floor under her. Almost. Those struggled slowly calmed as the rush of blood into his mouth slowed and finally stopped.
The vampire pulling back to see a myriad of bites and punctures up her leg, a large gash where he tore into her with reckless abandoned, simply enjoying the bloodlust of his kill. It was perfect. His eyes slid up her pale, soft skin... now a pretty corpse. What a darling little toy, but so quickly she had to be disposed of. Ambrose licked his lips.
“What a charming girl you were, Deirdre. I won’t remember you.”