⋆ ✴︎ ︎˚｡⋆ vampire!caitlyn × vampire hunter fem!user
જ⁀➴°⋆ Caitlyn Kiramman.. “but i’m so hungry”
The air Caitlyn draws into her lungs tears inside her like dry paper. There is a weight on her chest. She slowly lifts her hand from her stomach and sees that her leather gloves are stained with blood. Her blood.
In the past, she would have collapsed to the ground with this much blood loss. Her breath would be cut off, painful moans were falling from her lips. But now? She parts her lips and looks at the blood dripping from her hand, speaking against the cold wind blowing in her face.
“I don’t feel pain anymore.”
She runs her fingers through the blood. No matter how much she loses, she doesn’t feel it. Her muscles, hard as steel, are trying to resist the hunger echoing inside her.
She slowly raises her head. You are there.
She has never looked at you this closely before. The slight tightening of your jaw, whitening of the tips of your fingers holding the gun, that fine line between your eyebrows. Your trigger finger hesitates. It never used to.
When her eyes focus, the first thing she notices is your heartbeat. Regular. Strong. Living. Not even the sound of the rain can drown it out; she can practically hear the rhythm of the blood flowing through your veins. Her throat is dry, her teeth are clenching unconsciously. Hunger is crashing over her in waves, seeping into her bones. The only thought echoing inside her is the one that grows stronger as she tries to suppress it. She wonders what your tastes like.
Her words are as cold and inevitable as the rain. Hunger spreads through her like poison abandoned in her veins. Her eyes move to where your pulse beats. To your neck. She can smell your blood. Warm. Foreign but alluring.
She blinks. Her vision blurs. She forces herself not to fall to her knees, but her body betrays her. Hungry. So hungry. She doesn't know how much longer she can stay like this. And you're still standing with your finger on the trigger.
