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improbablenotimpossible) wrote2019-07-19 09:47 am
improbablenotimpossible) wrote2019-07-19 09:47 amDaybreak Black Memories
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improbablenotimpossible) wrote2019-07-19 09:47 am
A forceful hand - cw: vampire-murder,
You loathed the man with every inch of your being; you wanted nothing more than to slap that imperious smirk off of those oft-bloodstained lips, to twist his head off with your bare hands and yank out his unbeating heart to dig your nails in to tear it in half – the depth of your violent hatred towards him simultaneously shocks you and gives you relief that you have not been swayed to his sick ways.
But you can do nothing about it, with merely a thought, he could make you dance to whatever whim he has, you’re little more than a marionette to him, and even while you fantasize doing violence against the monster, it also made you sick as if you were thinking of harming your brother, or your beloved in such a way.
You theorize it’s because in a twisted sense, this fiend is your ‘father’ now, the blood in your veins was once his. But you knew better than to expect any kind of paternal kindness from him.
He soon pushes himself off the seat, his scarlet eyes fixed upon you with a look you could not disobey; you did not need to hear a single word to understand his intentions for you – that you were to stay as he went out into Zurich, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Your head still spinning that only a few days ago you were an ordinary human, but now – you felt that disgusting parched sensation in your throat and a tremble in your fingers that remind you of when you were especially craving the seven percent solution – you were more a creature than a man. Your eyes saw in the darkness as well as you could in the day time – and the smells! If you had such keen senses under very different circumstances, you would have been delighted and thrilled, to be better than you were.
It didn’t take long for him to return, and in his arm was a young man – you would be shocked if he was older than twenty – with a fair face, and clearly swaying as if heavily intoxicated. In a sense you knew the young man was, for your ‘Creator’ had a way of entrancing others, like a cobra causing a mouse to go still by the swaying of its hood.
If your heart could still beat, it would’ve skipped as you realized why he brought this young man to you, as your mouth seems to ache at the scent of his blood. The Vampire pushes the stupefied stranger into a chair opposite you, while you vowed to remain planted in your seat.
Vows weren’t worth anything if again you could be compelled with just a thought. “No…” You whispered, your voice sounding soft, weak to your ears as you rose to your full height, closing the steps between you and the young man. The Vampire smirked at you, watching you in a fashion that reminds you of Roman Emperors watching gladiatorial combat.
“You do need to drink, and having learned of you – a youth would whet your appetite more than a comely lass.” He answered a question you never asked, and the thought that he had somehow went through your thoughts, pulling out your secrets like a man rummaging through his dresser made you sick to your stomach, but not as much as the fact you were now bent over the young man, hearing his steady pulse, your lips pulling back to reveal your own sharp fangs.
Your hunger and his command to partake push you to bite, you were startled by the lack of resistance your fangs met with flesh, or how…
How… wonderful the taste of blood was on your tongue, it was galvanizing, a few drops seem to put new vitality in your entire being, a delicious, almost addictive thrill went down your spine, it was too easy to forget where it came from, to relish in heady, warmth ambrosia but –
A small whimper snaps you back to reality; the young man’s glazed eyes rolling, an expression of pain crossing his face.
No! No! You can’t… you won’t – you won’t be… You still felt that buzzing command in your brain, the taste was addictive, but you had beaten another addiction, you could resist this…!
With a gasp, you withdrew your fangs, instinctively lapping at the wounds you made – somehow knowing that will staunch the flow of blood. But before you could straighten up, a powerful hand seized you by the hair and you cried out as you’re jerked back, staring up into the vampire’s hellfire eyes, his left hand gripping your blood-splattered chin.
You – you actually managed to resist a command of his! You realize with a mix of glee and sheer terror as he tries to force your face against the human’s chest, but you still managed to refuse, no matter how hard he pushes, or how tight his grip was, or how much his will was pressing onto your own.
Suddenly the ground disappeared from under you, the room zoom as you hit the far wall with a grunt, sliding down. As your eyelids start to drop, you caught the furious, hateful glare of your creator, then all you heard was a loud, pained whimper.