Purgatory : Vampire au
The world seemed to blur around her, Cavens words ringing in her ears even as disappeared into the rafters. Vendetta watched with eager eyes as the door knob turned, waited with an impatience that didn't play a single note over her expression.
He made it that way, his accent caressing her, making something altogether different stir in her. Her tongue touched her upper lip. Her breath caught in her lungs. She had to fight the pull of his voice. Though his words barely grazed her, her focus purely on the sound. The way his voice moved over her body, stroking like a caress, rasping like a tongue, yet still commanded, sent a chill down her spine. More than anything she wanted to obey her own body, to move towards him. Not because she was afraid of dying, but because the note of command in his voice was affecting her in ways she didn’t understand. He walked into the room and demanded the attention that he knew full well he was going to get without a seconds hesitation. “Focus,” she whispered, her heart pounding. She had the feeling that if she allowed it he would be on the move and that he was going to be moving faster than she could ever truly anticipate. “Let's just say I wouldn't count on seeing them again." His voice was even softer. More persuasive. Sliding into her mind so she felt warmth where there was darkness and cold. Where there was rage. Where she had to keep a hold of that rage and not allow whatever was in his voice to warm that cold. “I-I . . .” She found herself stammering. All she had to do was press the button, but she couldn’t. Her fingers were locked around it. She had no idea what language he spoke, only that he spoke it with the most intimate accent possible. She didn’t dare look away from the window or she would have closed her eyes. To hold his voice to her. Wishing she had known him before she was a stone inside. Before her smoldering fire had grown into a wildfire burning out of control, for vengeance. "I don't count on seeing too much more of you." She pressed her free hand hard to her heart. It was beating far too fast. Pounding. Her mouth had gone dry. Even her head hurt, as if by defying him, her physical bodyprotested. It didn’t make sense to her. She’d always been her own person, able to stand up to anyone. She didn’t want to talk to him anymore, but she couldn’t pry her fingers loose from the trigger in the hand, her thumb hovering over the button. One simple press and the whole room was gone but She just stood there, one hip to the bar because it was holding her up. Her body trembled when she hadn’t been trembling faced with certain death. Red eyes flickered to the rafters, away from the man that soothed a fire that she needed the flames to stay alit to get through this. Though her eyes switched right back to him. Vendetta closed her eyes and forced her numb fingers to work. She pulled up the small detonator. The moment she did, she felt sick. More, her head hurt. Not a little bit, but pounding, as if by standing up against him, something inside her got left behind and set off little jackhammers tripping in her skull. She pressed a hand to her knotted belly before moving to pick up one of the guns lying on the bar next to her. Her hand shook and that shocked her. She had absolute resolve when it came to bringing justice to her father’s murderers. Of course she was afraid. No one wanted to die. But she was confident. And utterly committed to her cause. Still, her hand shook when it never had before. That was how much his voice had shaken her. "Where are the rest of you?"
There was a small tick to his lips, pulling lightly on the corner as he made his way into the room, following in suit to Saho. There was a moment of pure rush as he inhaled, allowing his own personal version of heaven to invade him. He could feel his heart pick up even as he scanned the room, as if he didn't already know where she was. Playing into the little game of cat and mouse that "his" had decided to start, unbeknownst to her his abilities or just how far they ran. Try as best he could the smile reigned over his lips, though Saho was speaking, his words an oddity to say the least, Alta could say that his focus was solely on the small girl crawling through the rafters. Waiting for an opportunity that he would surely give her, if just to get her down. And it only took seconds to get his way, Saho was moving already, pulling forward to the other being in the room. And Alta followed suit once more, his fingers flexing in his pockets as he began to walk through the space underneath her. And there it was, her feet slamming down full force from the swing into the side of his face. Something that if he had wanted wouldn't have happened, but he didn't stop. Instead he took the time to take her in completely. Simply wiping a thumb over the abrasion that ghosted over his cheek now. But he moved, pushing forward after her, his body basically gliding over the sleeked floors to find its place behind hers. "Aren't you things supposed to get permission on entering, or does old age give you a waver on manners?" Even as she softly made the insult, confidence muddled in every word, her foot came down hard on his, and her open palm rushed toward his nose. At least that was her intent. Alta shifted before she could complete the maneuver. Her foot came down where his had been and her hand shot out hard and fast, but he moved, faster than her eyes could follow right in front of her eyes. Was gone. And she gasped and took two steps forward, frantically looking around the small room trying to find him. Alta locked one arm around her belly from behind and caught her head in a firm grip with the other. He sank his teeth deep, part in need for her and part to teach her a lesson. The instant he did, he knew it was a mistake. He had fed thousands of times and he had never felt anything when he did, not that he had memory of. This time, everything was different. So different, and he hadn’t counted on that. He was vaguely aware of her gasp, the soft cry of pain when his teeth bit into her soft, exquisite flesh, her body struggling against his tight hold. He was enormously strong, and rather than aggression or fear on her part, he felt each movement of her body as erotic. The smoldering burn he’d felt, from the moment he heard her voice, flared into a bright, hot fire. She was the other half of his soul. He had no time to court her properly. They were in a war and he needed to get her on his side, but more than that, he needed her to know he would protect her from anyone and anything, even herself. He didn’t try to soothe her. He didn’t need to. She felt the strength of the pull between them all on her own, without compulsion. A need that went so deep, that was so strong, Alta couldn’t possibly resist, so how could she? He let himself feel everything. The beat of her heart matching the rhythm of his. The taste of her, bursting in his mouth like a fine wine. It was all there in her blood. So rich. Perfection. He was instantly addicted and knew he’d never get enough of that taste. She began to struggle. Her body was on fire, just as his was. He felt the way her soft sank into his hard. She molded herself to him, but she heard the vows he pushed into her mind, and she felt the tiny unbreakable threads tying them together. He felt them, and joy burst through him. She felt them and panicked. Still, he couldn’t stop, even knowing her just from the exquisite taste of her blood. The knowledge was there on his palate, in his body, soaking into every cell and organ. She was more than wild. She was feral, a woman who went her own way and made her own decisions but could ignite with the right man, turn into a storm of passion that would threaten to consume them both. And she was his. He tightened his hold on her.
She had made a mistake, that much was for certain. She had made a mistake in under estimating her opponent, something she, in her years of experience had warned multiple people against, had seen take the lives of countless slayers and people , people who she had known to be powerful and strong. All it took was one simple miscalculation, one little over confident moment, and the life you had was theirs to play with, theirs to take.
And on your dying breath you could curse no one but yourself, because you were the one who had given it to them.
Caven Gasped, Cried out as she felt his teeth skin into her skin. She had knowledge that Vampire bites were painful, were agonizing and vicious and bloody, and while yes, the feeling of it wasn’t something she could call pleasant , It wasn’t anything like she had feared it would be. It wasn’t anything like that at all…. But it was just as terrifying.
‘What are you doing to me…?’
Caven’s body move, struggled against his hold, and as she twisted and pulled, she could feel his teeth sink deeper into her skin, feel the blood that should have remained in her body slide over tanned skin and drip onto the black cloth of her clothing. Her body squirmed, and she kicked back, trying to find anything she could to hurt him but it wasn’t any use. His hold was too strong, arms like iron bars around her body, holding her in place to a chest that was too broad and too soft for her liking.
It was terrifying, horrifying, because even as she struggled, even as she cried out in fear and pain, There was something there, under the surface and boiling under her skin as it threaded its way through her blood stream. God was this some sort of new Vampire ability they didn’t know yet? Some sort of poison that made her want to give, made her feel a pull and a longing that was so misplaced in her heart that it seemed foreign and tangible and real? Caven spat out a curse, her eyes starting to brim with tears as she realize there was not going to be any escape for her. Whatever he was doing to her, It was like he was becoming a part of her, like he was reaching in to take what he wanted from her very being and just making it his. Caven’s hands moved, lifting one to the arm that held her head to the side, the other finding its way to his hair, tangling in the strands to…..
To what?
Honestly Caven didn’t know if she was trying to pull him away from her neck or if her hold was pressing him farther into the hollow of her neck. She hissed as she closed her eyes, cursing him, the kings, this king in particular…. He would be the death of her.
But she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
“Get OFF ME!”
Caven Snapped, finally pulled her leg up only to slam it back down into the soft flesh of his inner thigh. She already felt weak, everything in her calling to just succumb to the dark flutter on the edges of her vision. Her words were losing their bite as her struggles weakened, Caven now having to fight to keep her eyes open.
“Filthy Fucking MONSTER! VEN! JUST DO IT!”
The first color he ever saw was Red.
Bright, bloody, ruby red, vibrant against the expanse of pale freckles skin and long white hair. She was small, smaller then he had expected, her body curved with sin and temptation, the dips pulling at his gaze, demanding that he pay attention to them with his gaze, his hands, his mouth. Every inch of her called him, and it was a sort of muted realization that Saho realized that his girl, his lifemate, was beautiful, beyond so, and that it wasn’t really the connection, this pull he felt talking.
She was gorgeous, even with the oddities in the colors of her hair and eyes, a being of wonder and magic and need given a physical form. She was carved from the gods hands, created as what he could only call the perfect being. He wanted her. The thought hit him harder than he had thought possible. He wanted her, in all the ways eh had ever read about and with every fiber of his being; Saho Dhouti wanted this tine albino slip of a girl. Really Saho had never anticipated ever being this drawn to anyone, and it was clear some things were left out of lore for a reason.
This sort of want… it surpassed it, developed into a need as he took a step closer.
“The Rest?”
Saho tilted his head, allowing a sort of confused expression to cross over his features, a mock twist of contemplation playing on the edges of his features. His graze traveled, but it never left her form for every long.
He wanted to hear her speak again. He wanted to know what her screams would taste like on his tongue.
“Oh…. You mean Our Court. You don’t need to worry about them…”
It was amusing, he mused, to see her expression shift into one of surprise as she moved, all but a blur to her before he was just before her. Her scent was heavenly, something absolutely addicting, and he couldn’t help but to take a deep breath as he leaned over her, a dark grin starting to spread over his lips as his hand lifted from his sides. The wires that she had place… he hadn’t been able to escape them all, and he could feel the little slices of pain bloom along his sides, his legs…. None of them reached higher then his hip, and the dark red spilled onto black with a sluggish haze.
“They’re finding all your little friends. You… You should be more concerned about what I am going to do to you.”
“Maybe you should be a bit more concerned with what I could do to you.”
Her voice… He didn’tHer words confused him, at first. His expression dropped, but it was her eyes, the flick toward the pair he could hear struggling behind him that made him turn. Alta had the blond one in his arms, his fangs already in her flesh and his eyes closed as she struggled against him. He didn’t seem like he as paying any attention to the world around him, and it was only as Saho’s gaze shifted from his best friend to the door just behind him, where he saw the mechanism attached to it for the first time.
Saho’s blood ran cold.
Not him.
“ALTA MOVE!”
He was moving before he could even thing, His body responding to the knee jerk reaction of protecting what was his. All he could remember was Turning, pushing forward and begging his body to move faster than it was, the feeling of Alta under his hands as he forcibly shoved him across the room, into the couch as it flipped over, offering a cover for him and the blond in his arms.
Saho didn’t have time to get out of the way.
He would remember fire, the heat and pain that came as it exploded with sound and light. Saho’s arm came up, trying to cover his face as she rocked back and push off his heels, throwing himself back from the explosion but not able to escape it’s reach. There was pain, fire along his skin as he hit the floor with a thump and a gasp, his eyes closing as a ringing exploded in his head and his mind slipped into the haze of disorientation. Everything was pain. That was all he could feel, all he could see as he gasped and felt the blood well in his throat. He ached, and everything was ringing, his head pounding with every beat his heart gave. His arm stung with every little movement, his sides screaming as he tried to shift.
But he was still alive.
He groaned as he turned, pushing himself off the floor so that he could lift himself to his feet. Pain racked his body, his vision swimming, but even through this haze, he found his gaze moving over the ruins of the apartment that had once rested over the bar.
“You…”
There was pain, heat along his arm and legs and side, pain along his face as he felt blood spill from where skin had been charred way. His eyes locked on her figure, curled on the ground and still. In any other occasion, he might have been worried about her being dead, but he could still hear it, her heart beat, beating weakly but there in her chest. Saho moved, crossing the room to stand before her, sharp teeth gritting as he reached down, uncharred fingers curling around her pretty pale neck, a dark and twisted grin spilling onto his lips.
“You have no idea what you’ve done have you? You’ve used up your trump and… it looks like I’m still here… still the victor. How does it feel to have risked it all, Only to fail?”
He purred against her as he shoved her against the wall, eyes flashing as he pressed his body against hers, uncaring of the pain that hit him. He would make her see… It made him almost giddy with the knowledge that he had nothing left, that now all he had to do was just take what he wanted.
“You’ve given it your all…. But don’t worry…. You’ll see I’m a Fair man…
I’ll give you everything I have to make you realize you have no one left but me.”