Just one bite?
Part 1 ~a surprise guest~
Warning: [intruding, mentions of blood, small graphic detail, ¿suggestive?, minor hints of stalking]
Enjoy bloodbites~
You woke up in a cold sweat after hearing a sudden loud noise outside the door to your room. Your heart practically out of your chest as you heard foot steps make their way over.
You bolted out of bed, tumbling on your blanket, which was wrapped around your feet. You heard the booming steps come to a stop at near the entrance of your room. Quickly you rummaged through the drawers of your night stand to get two items that were in need of this type of crisis.
Your phone, which was at the verge of breaking due to the many times you dropped it.
And a weapon, the weapon you chose to defend your very life was a switch blade. {you weren’t very good at using this tool, but it was the most sharpest thing you could find in your rotting nightstand}.
You hid at the side of you bed, holding your weapon to your chest as you peaked your head over the bed, just enough to where you could see the door. A hand was softly placed on the rim of the door as a creak followed after. A red silhouette emerged as the door would fully open, lightly hitting the wall behind it.
You watched them slowly make their way in your bedroom. They walked into some light which helped you to see a them a bit better.They were huge, which was the most noticeable thing about them, with or without light. They were wearing a scarlet-red turtle neck sweater, a bit cutesy for a possible-murder. They had a red mask as well, and to top it off they had red horns to match. ‘Guess I’m being visited by the devil’ you thought, it wasn’t the exact time to joke to yourself.
You wanted to see what he was wearing for bottoms when you were suddenly in the devil-mans gaze. Your eyes widen when you saw his smile. It seemed to stuck out more than anything else, including his massive structure. His eyes followed yours until you ducked under the bed, which was your first mistake. . He was out of your sight. You belly crawled under the bed, just to see where he was in the room and to see how far the door was. When suddenly you were pulled from under by your foot. You yelped as he brought your face leveled with his. His breathing was intense, so was his grip on your ankle. Reminding yourself you had a weapon, then swishing the blade at him with all the force you could put into your hand. Suddenly you were let go, back being first to hit the ground. following with you and the killer hissing in pain as he held his face.
You took this to advantage and bolted at the opened door, nearly tripping on yourself. You ran to the knife rack, nearly tumbling in yourself once more, then grabbing a knife in a panic. It was dull as hell, but it was all you had. You made your way to a door when suddenly you were shoved to the ground.
He towered himself over you, then you scurried through the opening of his legs, nearly making him fall on himself. You ran back to the same room he found you in, backing yourself in a corner. Tears would fall down your chin, praying to yourself that you would find a way out of this. . The man entered the room, admiring the way you were curled to a ball in the corner across from him.
He made his way towards. His manner resembled a average person taking a stroll through a park. The blade he held in his hand reflected your teared up face of horror, then the knife was picked up to his chin.
“Did you know. .~”
he said in a low, soft southern accent, which caught you a bit off guard. He straightened himself dragging the blade up his chin to his cheek, the point of the blade poking at his face. He was thinking.
“. . That the human liver roughly has more than 2000 calories?”
He finished his spine chilling fact with a smile. You froze in fear as the blade made its way to point to you. He tilted his head a bit when seeing you pointed your blade at him. A laugh erupted, a dark chilling laugh that made your skin crawl and your grip tightened in the handle of your knife.
“How cute. ~” he said his voice a bit lower than it was.
drool snuck it’s way past the corner of his lips. His smile was now a snarl. And his glare was threatening more than ever. It didn’t help how you backed up Into what space was left in the corner you were crippled in. It made his smile widen, itching to bite at the curve of your neck.
“Look at you. . You look so sweet and tender. ~”
He shuffled a bit closer, causing you to whimper, your tears increasing, frighted to death of his hideous snarl.
“So. .” He continued.
“Meek and submissive.~” he snarled. His teeth rubbed together, his face hurting a bit from smiling, not the he could control it. .
You glanced at the door, which would possibly be your last mistake you made. He pounced onto you, putting all his weight on you so you couldn’t knock him over and attempt to escape his grasp again. You grab the arm that held the blade, having to drop your very own. With his free hand he pulled on your hair, tossing your head back, to where your neck was exposed. A sudden sting, became horrid agony. He teeth tearing into your prefect skin. The flavor alone drove him crazy. Your taste was one in a million. He drove his teeth deeper only for your blood to spill out your neck.
You screeched at the horrid feeling, attempting to kick him away. He. didn’t. budge. You clawed at his back, the grip on his arm becoming a strangle, cutting his circulation. He still didn’t move. Focused at the sensation of your taste, the way your blood ran down his throat, just like honey, and your vulnerable, submissive self. Seeing his dove in such a state made the sadistic part of him go crazy in love. Though seeing you in pain wasn’t exactly a win for him. Your grip was loosening, thinking all was lost until. .
You both were interrupted with a bang at the front door, blue and red lights leaked through the blinds, decorating the room.
His teeth soon escaping from your tender skin
“Fuck. . Right when I was havin’ fun too.” the intruder huffed under their breath
“I’ll see you soon. .~” he said as he grabbed your chin, his grip was light, you could pull away.
“It’ll be sooner than ya think”
He chuckled letting go of you, then walking off. You were losing vision, the whole room would become a blur, and all noise washed away. Only thing you saw before passing out was two blue silhouettes knocking the door of your room down, and making their way towards your limp body.
You woke up in a small, uncomfortable bed, your dried blood stained the prefect white sheets.
You were asked questions
You described the man
And finally they let you go informing you, you’d probably have to go and spend the night somewhere for a while, till they find the intruder. You asked one of the cops to escort you out of the building and if they could give you a ride to your buddy’s house, in which they obliged. You didn’t like asking for stuff, it made you feel as if you were a burden, but you were to worried and scared to go out alone, plus you didn’t have a car, meaning you would have to walk to your friends house!
You first stopped at your home, which was covered head to toe in police tape-
“Jack! What did I say about going easy on the tape!” The mustached-cop huffed in annoyance, making his way towards his partner. You got the stuff you needed, mostly clothes, since you were gonna stay a while at your friends.
‘Ima ring them up before anything else’ you thought to yourself, sliding your hand into your pocket grabbing a hold of your phone. You placed it to your ear as you waited for your buddy to answer.
“Hello~ Bob speakin’” he said in a tune, hearing 80’s music playing in the background.
“Hi bob. I was wondering if I could spend the night?” You question which was followed by him giggling a bit.
“Not a Problem! Did somethin’ happen?” His tone of voice changing a bit
“Well- well yeah, I can tell you once I get there.” You hung up. You kinda rushed through your sentence, quickly packing up your things. A wave of emotions rushing over you, flashes of that night running through your head, you were at the verge of tears, when you were interrupted by one of the cops asking if you were ready. You answered with a shaky ‘yes’ and rushed outside into their car.
The thought of what would’ve happened if the cops never came.
{HELP ITS 1:20 AND I STARTED WRITING AT 10:00, YOU COULD TELL I STARTED RUSHING AT THE END *CRY* I don’t write often ergo it may be shitty :’) anyways thank you for reading!}
