Purposely kept this back because I was/am planning to write an original fic with the further plot I envisioned. BUT- imma give it to y'all and if I do write this fic I'll let you know. I need to stop procrastinating.
Lmfao I started reading through this hoping to continue but I'm laughing my fucking face off because this is soooooo satirical. Like shit started okay but when this nigga gets to taking- It's a freaking parody now and I suggest y'all read it as such it's so much better this way- a bitch is crying over here. Moral of the story- Erik Stevens is a fucking clown. (Rereading it doesn't sound as parodyish but just like beware)
You gazed up at the man before you and stood paralysed with fear, he looked barely anything like Erik. He was a monster- with blood red eyes and large fangs. There was no way you weren't imagining things.
You broke eye contact to glance over at Ben to who was clearly attempting to get to his feet. You shook your head at him, hoping Erik would just leave him alone once he'd taken what he’d wanted from you.
Erik took notice of this and hauled Ben to his feet, giving you a devilish smile he sunk his fangs into Ben’s neck.
You decided to make a run for it while he was distracted, the quiet night disturbed by the heavy clanking of your heels on the pavement. You were a few metres away from the club when a hand seized you from behind, covering your mouth and pulling you into a dark alley.
You were pinned against a wall and Erik smirked down at you.
“Sup?” He asked smugly causing you to scream and yell but his palm muffled the sound. “Sorry- I didn't catch that,” he teased. “Now, I’m gonna move my hand but if you scream- I'm gonna need to shut you up. Got it?”
“Aiite, there. Now, did you think your little act back in the club was cute?”
“I don't even know what you're talking about!”
“Grinding on that nigga and flirting with him.”
“Why have you been following me all this time?”
“I like to look at you.” He shrugged.
"You fucking creep. I knew I should have called the cops."
"Yea ma, you should have. I love pigs' blood on a Tuesday night."
"You want me to give it to you straight or quote some skinny white nigga out of a teen fiction book?"
"Just answer the question," you scoffed.
"Vampire," he grinned flaunting his fangs.
"Now I know I'm tripping," you groaned. "White boy probably roofied me and now I'm at his place stoned out of my damn mind."
"Nah he ain't roofie you. He's actually a nice guy, does volunteer work and gives to charity all that shit. Shame I had to do that but better him than you I guess."
"You bastard," you scoffed.
"Yea yea," he scoffed rolling his eyes. "So, you look real fine tonight."
"You just murdered someone and you're flirting with me?"
"Just giving you compliment is all. And come on- a man's gotta eat, especially to keep up with you."
"Why are you following me? Why me?"
Erik shrugged, "I don't know, I just like you."
"I want you," he hummed, breathing in the scent of your neck. "I wanna taste every inch of you and make you scream my name and beg for mercy."
You cursed yourself for thinking this moment was hot but come on, pinned against an alley wall with by hot albeit homicidal guy sounded like something out of a romance novel. Though you could tell what Erik had in store for you was nothing romantic.
"Fuck you," you gritted out bitterly.
"Yea I plan to. Real good too." Erik teased pulling you to his side. "How bout we take this little party back to my place huh?"
Yea like you had a choice in the matter. Erik had sped off with you and you were both standing in the middle of his apartment when he'd stopped. His apartment which by the way was swankier than the dank and dark hole in the wall you'd always imagined vampires inhabited.
"So, can I get you something to drink?"
Oh hell no- this nigga had just killed a man in front of you kidnapped you and was acting as if it was all good. The ghetto.
"You can't be serious," you scoffed in disbelief.
"Listen, I'm just tryna make this easier for you."
"Maybe you should have started by not killing my hook up or not kidnapping me just for starters."
"I did you a favour, you're gonna have much more fun with me than you ever could with him."
"Easy for you to say, you took out the competition before I had a chance to try for myself."
"I'm pretty confident," Erik grinned pinning you against the wall and giving you a deep kiss.
You could taste the blood on his tongue but still didn't stop but you did make eye contact with the large portrait of Malcolm X on the wall across from you; both he and your conscience were judging you. Erik began kissing down your neck and slowly sliding the slim straps of your dress down your shoulder; exposing your breasts to him.
"Damn," he marvelled giving your nipples a twist before reinitiating. "Turn around and lemme help you out of this," Erik commanded.
You complied with his orders and shivered a bit as he unzipped you, exposing your back to the cold air of the room.
"Wow," he whistled lowly. "Your fine ass was really naked under this the whole time huh?" His statement was punctuated by a smack on your ass.
"Panty lines aren't sexy," you scoffed.
"Yea but this ass is," he grinned kissing down your spine as he dropped to his knees. "Wonder if it tastes as good as it looks," he mused spreading your cheeks.
In no time you felt his tongue circling your asshole; the action sent you jolting forward and bracing on the wall for balance. Erik seemed to like this reaction as he spread you further and began licking more enthusiastically.
"Oh fuck," you gasped, hornier than you'd ever been in your entire life. If he didn't pay some attention to your clit soon you were sure you'd die. "Erik, please-"
"Please what baby girl? You want me to fuck you now?"
"No," you gasped out. "Your tongue."
"I see," he smirked lying between your legs and pulling you to sit on his face. "You want me to devour that pussy of yours huh? Well you're in luck, I've been dying to," he chuckled licking a flat stripe up your clit.
"No teasing, please," you whined tangling your fingers into his dreads.
"I got you shorty," he grinned pulling your clit into his mouth causing you to lurch forward and rest your forehead on the hardwood floors.
Erik only took that opportunity to tease you more, gathering the wetness from your pussy and using it to tease your asshole. He was definitely going to kill you, but damn what a way to go huh?
Ugh sorry that's all I got. Short and messy. Like moi. I felt a surge of inspo last night and just went for it.
