I've managed to slip away from Daniel, lost him in the crush on the dance floor. He disturbed me with this young thing in the back room and the party that went along with him. I'd already fucked him and shoved a ton of blow up my nose so I let Daniel drag me away from seconds
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My head swims with the taste of him. His blood so sweet and delicious. It's been a long time since I tasted virgin and him pawing at me, pressing against me and pleading under my hand for more makes my thirst seem unquenchable. I can't get enough of his blood.
The possibilities run through my mind as I drink from him. Untouched by no other, so beautiful, and fresh, mine for the taking, mine for molding into what I want him to be, some company in my madness. Innocent and naive, so much to learn. He could be so very easily be made mine.
It seems my mind has talked my body into it because as I feel his attempts to pull me close weaken and his muffled cries get softer, I don't stop. Instead I snarl and shift my fangs, biting down harder, drinking deeper.
I want to pull him even closer but it's like I'm drifting... so warm and close to him...his smell and touch... yes yes...
Opening my eyes I can see his hair as a cool breeze passes us. I feel my hands clutch his shoulders and hear my voice faintly whimpering for more... so good.. so good... please...
I feel his hands slip from my shoulders and his body grows heavier in my grip. Almost there.
I take my hand off his mouth and wrap it around his throat just under the back of his jaw as I pull back. I lick my lips and feel his blood ooze down my chin as I lift him up and look at him.
His face is one of bliss, eye's glazed, mouth open. He's almost gone. "I don't remember it being so pleasant to die." I look at my bite marks on his neck. The faintest trickle of blood dribbles from them.
I run my tongue over his lips, a final lick, they are cool and blue, the warmth leached out along with his blood. I whisper against them. "You are to be mine Benjamin." Then I kiss him softly and hover my mouth over his as I look into his eyes wanting to feel his last breath and see when his life leaves him.
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The possibilities run through my mind as I drink from him. Untouched by no other, so beautiful, and fresh, mine for the taking, mine for molding into what I want him to be, some company in my madness. Innocent and naive, so much to learn. He could be so very easily be made mine.
It seems my mind has talked my body into it because as I feel his attempts to pull me close weaken and his muffled cries get softer, I don't stop. Instead I snarl and shift my fangs, biting down harder, drinking deeper.
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Opening my eyes I can see his hair as a cool breeze passes us. I feel my hands clutch his shoulders and hear my voice faintly whimpering for more... so good.. so good... please...
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I take my hand off his mouth and wrap it around his throat just under the back of his jaw as I pull back. I lick my lips and feel his blood ooze down my chin as I lift him up and look at him.
His face is one of bliss, eye's glazed, mouth open. He's almost gone. "I don't remember it being so pleasant to die." I look at my bite marks on his neck. The faintest trickle of blood dribbles from them.
I run my tongue over his lips, a final lick, they are cool and blue, the warmth leached out along with his blood. I whisper against them. "You are to be mine Benjamin." Then I kiss him softly and hover my mouth over his as I look into his eyes wanting to feel his last breath and see when his life leaves him.
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No air.. can't brea...
My eyes go wide then with one last look into his I feel his lips on mine and I smile and sigh out my last breath.
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