Savior

Heath4

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Her lips part as her chest heaves heavily after I assaulted her lips. I know I was an asshole, but it’s her fault for constantly playing hard to get. She’s avoiding eye contact as she looks at my throat. I place my finger under her chin and pull up, bringing her heated gaze to my face; what I see causes me to jerk my fingers away. Dark violet swirls around her iris as her pupils inconsistently dilate. A sweet floral scent fills the room as the space between us grows smaller, her control is beginning to falter, and we both sense it. I study her face as her nostrils flare and her body tenses underneath me. She’s drop dead gorgeous but the contour and look on her face has grown dark. Interrupting my thought, I find myself abruptly slammed against the lockers she was just backed into. Her nose runs along my clavicle bone towards my now racing heart. What the f**k just happened? Suddenly, I feel her tongue reach out as she licks the base of my neck up to the spot just under my ear. I swear to the god above she lets out the softest of moans. Something has filled up the air surrounding me, and I just can’t get enough of her, I need her closer. My hand instinctively finds itself intertwined in the base of her hair pulling her closer. My heart hums as she moans, sucking on the base of my throat.

A sharp sting wracks through my skin causing me to gasp out as she sucks the burning area. “Eve.” I moan out, not thinking clearly as my senses begin to scream at me to push her away. My mind is fogged like I threw back a shot of GHB. She moans as she leans up and captures my lips, her hands making their way up under my shirt rubbing my six pack softly. Slipping my tongue into hers I taste the strangest hint of something I can’t put my finger on, my brain seems to be slipping in and out of focus. “Eve, fuck.” I moan out into her mouth. I’ve never been one to be a b***h and turn to puddy under someone’s touch, ever. I have always been the dominant one in the scenario.

As if reading my thoughts, she abruptly pulls away, leaving my gasping like a teenage boy in heat. “I have to go, I’m sorry.” She bites out, as if struggling to breath herself. She snatches her s**t off the counter and beelines out the door, leaving me standing there wondering what the f**k just happened. I was in charge; I was the one who cornered her. How did she manage to get me this way? As her absence becomes more pronounced, I begin to notice the brain fog slowly slipping away leaving a need in its wake. A need for her, only her. My legs slide out from under me as I try to catch my quivering breath. Glancing over in the mirror, I realize I’m bleeding down into my shirt. f**k! I quickly reach up and grab the tissue box off the shelf slightly above me and hold pressure. She never bit me, I’m positive not enough to draw such blood. Is that why she ran? I smirk, my angel is scared of a little blood, isn’t that ironic. I lean my head back against the lockers and close my eyes wondering where my little bunny ran this time.

Evelyn

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I slam the front door, gasping for my breath as my lungs burn out for needed oxygen. My hands shake like an addict that needs her next hit of heroin. My mouth burns as I throw my kitchen cabinet doors open before finding the one thing I desperately need. I down the solution, without even thinking to mix it first. The liquid sears down my waiting throat as I go into a severe coughing fit falling to my kitchen floor. I lie there, feeling as if I’m going to die right here. The taste of his rich blood is like a sweet jolly rancher candy for a child on Halloween. It’s decadent like a dark chocolate treat a lover gives his wife. I feel the elixir slide down into my stomach and cry out as it feels like a match with gasoline. Thud, thud, thud…my heartbeat begins to return with loud, fast beats reminding me of what I’ve done. I’m a monster, I already knew that. In the past couple of months, I’ve been running from a reality that will soon become my doom. You can’t change the past; I know that I have known that long before. I prop myself up against my dishwasher and look at myself in the reflection of my oven. I look like hell, but what else could you expect from someone who is pretending to be anything else but what they are? Exactly, nothing at all.

My heartbeat has steadied as I regain my composure and look around my kitchen. This place has been my solace for a while, I hate to leave. I know there’s no way for me to go back to work at the club, not after that performance. I slam my head back into the cabinet and let the waiting tears fall down my face. I’m never going to get away from him. You can’t run from me, sweetheart.” He’d whisper, “You can’t run from who you are and what I have made you. You will forever be this. MINE.” I slide to the floor and sob as the waiting memories assault my open mind. I can’t become something different, it’s time I live with that. Slowly, I drift off into a dreamless sleep. Heath’s blood sating the demon within for only a moment.

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I sit on the edge of my bed staring into nothing. My gums and stomachache as I taste the acid that came with the vomit from this morning’s attempted breakfast. I know how this f**k up works, I’ve done it before when I was a “youngling”. I massacred an entire cult that was hid out in the middle of the woods one night. Men and women who I know probably deserved it, but the amount of gore involved was chaotic. I can remember the pleading and screams that followed the rich essence of blood. I fed on the fear just as much as I did the life that drained out of them like the nearby river. Thankfully, no children were involved. I thank God for that every day because I know what happens when I can’t stop myself. My owner just laughed about the mess I made and had his henchmen clean it up, burning the bodies. They’re no one important, sweetheart. He’d say, you chose wisely, I am proud, no one will come looking for these idiots or miss them. Well done. It makes me sick to think the lives they could’ve chosen if given the choice.

Now that I’m back on a blood spree, I may not be able to control myself as easily as before. It’s been four days that I’ve spent couped up in this tiny apartment going through withdrawals. Most would consider it starving yourself, I consider it as punishment for my f**k up. I know I need to go back to work. I don’t have enough money to run to another state or country. I glance to the corner where my dancing bag sits waiting on me. I called three nights ago and said I had the flu. I’m one of the big money winners at the club, I don’t have to worry about my job. All they said is they hoped I feel better and to return as soon as possible. I lean back and grab my phone off the nightstand, it reads eight o’clock in the afternoon. If I’m going to go, then I need to get going soon. I stand up, knowing what my mind has been made up to do before needing to announce it. I make my way to the shower praying to God I don’t regret this.

Feeling better after practically melting in my shower, I fix my hair and stare in the mirror at the train wreck before me. One glance at me and you would truly believe I’m just some sexy b***h that’s looking for a good time. No one could guess the truth within, though I have begun to realize I love the chase. My demon loves the mind games that it takes to have these people willingly give themselves over to the monster in the dark. It’s the thrill that chases its way through my veins as they realize they’re f****d. I love the taste of the fear that simmers off their bodies as I begin the experience. I of course could make their experience an enjoyable, even pleasurable, one if I truly wished to. I can make them beg for me to drink from them just as he did me countless time.

I sit in my night gown on the silk sheets that make up our king-sized bed. My long blonde hair flows over my right shoulder as I try to block out the thoughts circling my mind, slowly driving me insane. I hear him walking down the hall, his footsteps pound the ground as I try to control my rapid breathing. He loves that I fear him, he has told my countless times and fear him I do. He enters the room with a towel wrapped around his narrow hips. My mouth waters as I take in the fresh blood that has splattered on his shoulders, its smell envelopes my nasal passageway as he makes his way over to me. I look down, not wanting to make eye contact, embarrassed of what my thoughts say. He stops in front of me, “No need to be ashamed of yourself sweetheart.” He speaks softly, lifting my chin up forcing me to meet his eyes. They are the color of a lavender plant with a black circle to match in the middle. I used to think they were gorgeous but now I know the meaning behind them. “Do you need to feed, my Evelyn?”

My mouth begins to water at his invitation and unable to stop myself I lean into him. “Please.” His hand wraps around my throat and he tugs me forward on the bed. His aura begins to explode out surrounding us as his mouth finds mine. I moan out as his fingers run over my breast and down my slim stomach to my hips. He hums into my mouth as I bite his lip, devouring the taste of his kiss. I feel my body begin to tense with need, need for him and something else.

“You must earn it, Evelyn. Do you deserve this?” He speaks, knowing what he’s doing to me. He knows what I need right now, but he never cares. He is always only out for himself and that means anything he does is going to benefit him in some way, not the other way around. It’s for his pleasure or his reward, never mine.

“I want you, please, I just want you. I need…” I plead, not wanting to say what I so desperately despise about myself. With one sharp movement, my night gown is in shreds around me as he takes in my naked body. I know any attempt to cover myself is futile and would likely set him off. He gets off seeing the bruises and marks on my body, the marks he has caused. He likes when I hold myself high as if I ever had a chance against him, he loves to shatter my confidence into nothing but shambles on the ground. It gets him off to watch me try to piece myself back together again.

“I know what you need sweetheart and I’m going to give it to you.” He mutters as he slams me back on the bed beneath him. I whimper as his hands rub against my skin roughly. He reaches up to his shoulder, running his thumbnail along his skin above his clavicle. Blood the color of velvet streams down his bare chest as he breaths heavily. “Take it, sweetheart, let’s explore together.” Unable to stop myself, my tongue runs along the line that trails down under his peck. The sweet taste explodes on my tongue, and I moan out loud. “All mine…”

Even as a memory, I can still feel the love I thought we made that night, and the taste of our blood combined on our lips. A taste that turned bitter with the pungent aftermath of betrayal. I never want to love again, to need another man again for anything. Sighing, I take one last look and sling my bag over my shoulder. Either way in the end I’ll have to face what I’ve done, why suffer?