For Lucanis Week Day 5, I opted to go with blood - because I'm writing a vampire Lucanis fic. So here is a sneak peek at the start of my fic.
Dreams of Blood
He was hunting her.
Victoria held her breath and scrunched into a ball as footsteps slowly crossed the room in a measured unhurried tread. He didn't try to muffle the sounds he made, didn't try to hide his presence, though she knew he could have; had he been inclined, he could have moved with the grace and silence of a stalking cat. No, he wanted her to hear him. Wanted her to know he was coming for her.
She closed her eyes tightly, her breath burning in her lungs as the door to the old wooden wardrobe creaked open, deafeningly loud in the frigid night air. Her heart thundered in her chest, beating as loud and fast as a drum as the clothing was pushed to the side and the cool air brushed her skin. He chuckled - a cocky sound - and lightly brushed his fingertips against her hair.
"Victoria..."
He had found her.
He always did.
Victoria opened her eyes and gasped as she gazed up into the handsome face of a stranger who was as familiar to her now as that of Viago or Teia. Night after night he found her in her dreams. Stalking her. Hunting her. Sometimes as violent and terrifying as a demon, and other times as gentle and soft as a lover. His wild black hair gleamed like the wings of a crow, and his eyes, as dark and fathomless as the night sky, burned into hers as he captured her gaze.
She didn't know his name as he knew hers, but she knew his touch, his smell, and the feel of his skin against hers intimately. Craved it. As much as she feared and ran from him, it was impossible to resist the hold he had over her, or to break away from him once he found her.
It was terrifying. Exhilarating. His touch made her blood sing every bit as much as a drug, and she craved him just as strongly.
When he found her, he became her world.
He extended a hand to her in an elegant gesture, his lips lifting in a smirk as she took his hand and allowed him to pull her from the wardrobe and into his waiting arms. Powerless to resist. Unsure now if she even wanted to resist - had ever truly wanted to resist - as he gathered her close and brushed his lips against her throat.
A soft touch.
A gentle kiss.
A lover's embrace.
He drew back and now his eyes glowed with inhuman red-violet light, his pupils dancing hungrily as he pinned her with that gaze. She caught a gleam of sharp fangs as he smiled and he lowered his face back to her throat…
Thanks to @datvcompanionweeks for hosting, and to @beemot for the art - though this is only a sneak peek of the art too!
They look so happy, my blorbos disserve to be happy after what im going to put them through mwahaha.
Been doing some more plotting for Scarlet Kiss, and needed to draw them happy to counter the angst XD
