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Title: Crythlon Killer (Prolog)
Author: but6682
Paring: Gabe/William
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 531
Disclaimer: don’t own either…. only own the plotline/story
A/N: First one I’ve tried in a while. Let me know what you think (more of a/n at the bottom)
Summery: Would give it away. Sorry guys :*(
I stuck my fangs into the pulse point on his neck forcefully and hungrily, taking in the wonderful scent of what I was about to partake in, watching him squirm under my grasp.
“What the Hell are you…” was all he could get out before his body went limp in my arms.
Instead of sucking all of his blood out, (like every other vampire you have heard of) I let my venom secret into the small holes spilling into his blood stream, and let go of the grasp I had on him and watched as he fell to the floor. He wasn’t dead no, just in a deep coma for the next few moments.
I grasped onto his golden blonde hair pulling him (causing as much pain as I possibly could.) to the center of the room where a rope hung gingerly from a rafter on the ceiling.
“Don’t worry now my love, you wont feel a thing.” I whispered into his ear with a chuckle, as he just lay there at my feet. The truth is he would feel everything I did to his body; he just couldn’t do a thing to prevent it.
I skillfully tied the rope around his ankles so he would hang up side down letting all of his blood rush to the location where I wanted it, after years of practice I was able to hang a 300 pound man from my ceiling with out the worry of him falling down.
Once he was bound and hanging for a few seconds I grasped onto the other rope I had sitting in the middle of the floor.
Wrapping him from toe to head, pulling tightly almost to the point where he couldn’t breathe.
The rope hugging every inch of his body up to his shoulders making sure every drop of his blood would be squeezed to the area around his pretty little head.
I licked a drop of blood now falling from the small cut on his cheek he had gotten from being drug around on the floor.
A moment later he was able to open his eyes, still unable to talk from the venom.
His eyes darting every which way they could trying to find the reason why he was hanging, and bound. (A state that he was not in before falling into his unexpected coma.)
“Don’t fret now my love. It’ll be over soon.” I say letting my warm breath hitting his ear causing him to get chill bumps, before he was going to black out not knowing he would never wake again.
The last thing he saw before blacking out was enough to send a grown man into hysterics, the once normal looking man, turning into his true form.
Gray fangs growing from where his teeth were once pearly white, caramel colored skin turning a shade of dirty white, chocolately brown eyes shading a pure black before glowing the most piercing shade of purple, the last thing to morph was the most disturbing.
Where his purple hoodie once covered his back, huge bat-like wings stretched out with the print of an albino python, tinted dark almost to a black, but still visibly purple.
A/N: Ok so what do ya think? I’m hoping I don’t get writers block and just stop again like I have before. Also there might be a slight annoyance with all of my commas, but when there’s a pause in my head there’s where one gets stuck. Oh yes and don’t worry there were no Billiams harmed in this prolog. Someone should tell me how to post links to the other chapters in here too.
Author: but6682
Paring: Gabe/William
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 531
Disclaimer: don’t own either…. only own the plotline/story
A/N: First one I’ve tried in a while. Let me know what you think (more of a/n at the bottom)
Summery: Would give it away. Sorry guys :*(
I stuck my fangs into the pulse point on his neck forcefully and hungrily, taking in the wonderful scent of what I was about to partake in, watching him squirm under my grasp.
“What the Hell are you…” was all he could get out before his body went limp in my arms.
Instead of sucking all of his blood out, (like every other vampire you have heard of) I let my venom secret into the small holes spilling into his blood stream, and let go of the grasp I had on him and watched as he fell to the floor. He wasn’t dead no, just in a deep coma for the next few moments.
I grasped onto his golden blonde hair pulling him (causing as much pain as I possibly could.) to the center of the room where a rope hung gingerly from a rafter on the ceiling.
“Don’t worry now my love, you wont feel a thing.” I whispered into his ear with a chuckle, as he just lay there at my feet. The truth is he would feel everything I did to his body; he just couldn’t do a thing to prevent it.
I skillfully tied the rope around his ankles so he would hang up side down letting all of his blood rush to the location where I wanted it, after years of practice I was able to hang a 300 pound man from my ceiling with out the worry of him falling down.
Once he was bound and hanging for a few seconds I grasped onto the other rope I had sitting in the middle of the floor.
Wrapping him from toe to head, pulling tightly almost to the point where he couldn’t breathe.
The rope hugging every inch of his body up to his shoulders making sure every drop of his blood would be squeezed to the area around his pretty little head.
I licked a drop of blood now falling from the small cut on his cheek he had gotten from being drug around on the floor.
A moment later he was able to open his eyes, still unable to talk from the venom.
His eyes darting every which way they could trying to find the reason why he was hanging, and bound. (A state that he was not in before falling into his unexpected coma.)
“Don’t fret now my love. It’ll be over soon.” I say letting my warm breath hitting his ear causing him to get chill bumps, before he was going to black out not knowing he would never wake again.
The last thing he saw before blacking out was enough to send a grown man into hysterics, the once normal looking man, turning into his true form.
Gray fangs growing from where his teeth were once pearly white, caramel colored skin turning a shade of dirty white, chocolately brown eyes shading a pure black before glowing the most piercing shade of purple, the last thing to morph was the most disturbing.
Where his purple hoodie once covered his back, huge bat-like wings stretched out with the print of an albino python, tinted dark almost to a black, but still visibly purple.
A/N: Ok so what do ya think? I’m hoping I don’t get writers block and just stop again like I have before. Also there might be a slight annoyance with all of my commas, but when there’s a pause in my head there’s where one gets stuck. Oh yes and don’t worry there were no Billiams harmed in this prolog. Someone should tell me how to post links to the other chapters in here too.