noticing the way those delicate female eyes would pour over him as though he were a book, waiting to be cracked open && explored. but he wasn’t a handsome prince waiting to snatch up a princess like this exquisite creature seemed to believe. no. / he was a monster, with harrowing fangs, && a blackened soul. he’d lost count of the lives he’d shed in blood, && the crimson liquid he’d spilled from veins at will. -- centuries he’d already lived, walking among the living as though he were one of them. blending in with the crowds, his skin glowing with sheen perfection that inspired the ladies to turn their heads. but this one in particular seemed resolved in her appeal towards him. refusing him the solitude, && concealment he desired. instead she followed him, && propositioned him. / if only she knew the danger that he posed to her. -- to everyone. but she found out. && not quite the easy way, either.
heiresses were not used to being turned away, nor rejected. that became apparent from the way she pursued him. from the elegant ballroom, designed with the latest fashion, && expenses well beyond riches of average folks; straight out into the corridor. clicking heels fast upon him. / with an aggravated turn, his piercing orbs found their way into hers. delicate curls hung down her neck, about her shoulders. no good girl would ever let her tresses hang freely. not even on the eve of a gallant ball. but she dared, && seemed to have no qualms about having them loose. he could have snapped her pretty little neck, && fled. drank her life force, brutalized her, but instead he succumbed to her temptress manners. leaning in he stole a kiss from those gleaming petals. drawing back only after he’d had his fill. arousal hung in his orbs, heat flooding his cheeks, veins poking from underneath his eyes, as his fangs prodded through his gums. letting her bear witness to the beast within. -- the hybrid original bastard.
