Call For Blood [PG] (James x Bella)
Title: Call For Blood
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: James x Bella
Rating: PG
Word Count: 328
AN: This is a drabble on James and what he thinks of Bella. This is for archer_of_fate
The smell of your blood cries to me at night like a wounded animal, waiting to be delivered a merciful blow that would end it all. You hide behind the shadows of those freaks of nature, the Cullens. And they have the audacity to call themselves one of the hierarchy species. But I know the truth. Instead of being a vegetarian, you really wish to taste the life of your own kind. Be a true, real hunter.
Dare I say, even my sweet little fire headed Victoria is jealous of you. She doesn’t wish to transform you but steal away what little life you have left in that fragile casing of a body.
But oh, I see the potential. Maybe if you ask nicely, beg for my mercy, I will allow you to become one of us. Bring you to the path of power, thrill and the ability to take whatever you wish. This world, it would be your playground, your kingdom with you ruling just as you see fit.
You however, would never rule me. I will bring you to me late at night and feed from you, just so that you can feel the teeth that brought you to this world over and over again, breaking your skin, stealing away the chains of morality. And allow you to feel the sharp intake of your last breath as the ecstasy overloads your senses.
Yes, that will be a sight I would like to watch repeatedly. I might even record it for that little boy you call your man to watch as his woman perishes before his eyes, again and again.
In my eyes however, it will the rebirth of a creature that deserves to taste fresh blood from the people you call family. The little meals that mumble about nothings to you at your high school will be yours for the picking.
Because in the end, nothing stands against what matters most: the siren call for blood.
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: James x Bella
Rating: PG
Word Count: 328
AN: This is a drabble on James and what he thinks of Bella. This is for archer_of_fate
The smell of your blood cries to me at night like a wounded animal, waiting to be delivered a merciful blow that would end it all. You hide behind the shadows of those freaks of nature, the Cullens. And they have the audacity to call themselves one of the hierarchy species. But I know the truth. Instead of being a vegetarian, you really wish to taste the life of your own kind. Be a true, real hunter.
Dare I say, even my sweet little fire headed Victoria is jealous of you. She doesn’t wish to transform you but steal away what little life you have left in that fragile casing of a body.
But oh, I see the potential. Maybe if you ask nicely, beg for my mercy, I will allow you to become one of us. Bring you to the path of power, thrill and the ability to take whatever you wish. This world, it would be your playground, your kingdom with you ruling just as you see fit.
You however, would never rule me. I will bring you to me late at night and feed from you, just so that you can feel the teeth that brought you to this world over and over again, breaking your skin, stealing away the chains of morality. And allow you to feel the sharp intake of your last breath as the ecstasy overloads your senses.
Yes, that will be a sight I would like to watch repeatedly. I might even record it for that little boy you call your man to watch as his woman perishes before his eyes, again and again.
In my eyes however, it will the rebirth of a creature that deserves to taste fresh blood from the people you call family. The little meals that mumble about nothings to you at your high school will be yours for the picking.
Because in the end, nothing stands against what matters most: the siren call for blood.