“Appalling garment aside... “ I begin, and he gasps as if deeply wounded. I roll my eyes before continuing. “You said you would teach me more about my powers tonight. I fully expect you to hold to your word.” I say with a quirk of my lips. He seems to regain some of his seriousness, and considers me as if I am not wearing what is perhaps the ugliest dress in the world.
“I fully intend to teach you about your powers. I’m of the opinion that the best option is to fully immerse yourself in the way of things. As such, tonight we will be going on your first hunt.” He announces grandly. I gaze uncertainly at him, all too aware that his idea of a hunt is rather unorthodox. There will be no guns and animal carcasses, and the prey will be arguably more difficult to pin down than your average buck. I’ve never cared for the idea of hunting, not even for food, but it seems I am now presented with little choice.
“My first hunt.” I repeat after a long moment, and if he senses my hesitation, he says nothing about it.
“It’s all rather easy, really. A matter of blending in when you must, and striking when the opportunity is presented.” He says cheerfully, and he takes me by the arm before leading me towards the door. I find myself pulling against him without really meaning to, but he seems nonplussed, all but dragging me along.
“Will you be there the whole time?” I find myself asking nervously, cursing myself for how childish I must seem. He smiles warmly, patting me on the arm with a confident smile.
“You’ll feel my presence the entire time. As your sire, I have ways of communicating my location to you.” He murmurs. I don’t quite know what he means, but I take his word for it as I step into the night. The moon is full in the sky, and I hesitate a moment before tugging on his sleeve. He tilts his head, and I gesture towards the moon with a curious expression.
“So, vampires are real. What about werewolves?” I inquire with wide eyes, attempting to steer the conversation to a more innocuous direction..
“Oh, please. You’ve seen too many horror movies. Werewolves. Honestly…” He scoffs, continuing to drag me forward. I have no time to express my indignity, simply falling somewhat sullenly into step beside him. It takes some time, but eventually I begin to recognize the streets we’re traversing. My body jolts with excitement as I hear a distant thrum, and I grasp him by the hand, tugging him forward. “Where are we…” He begins, but cuts himself off as The Ivory Fang comes into view. He resists my pull for a moment, pulling me to a brief stop. “Are you sure that is wise?” He murmurs, and though I can somewhat see his point, I can’t ignore the pull of the music.
“Please?” I implore. He bites his lip, notably more careful with his fangs than myself.
“Alright. It’s as good a place as any.” He says uncertainly, trailing after me as I dart towards the Ivory. As I step into the club, the beat seems to resonate within me unlike ever before. Though I had always felt at one with the music, the steady bassline almost seems to fill a void that my heartbeat had once occupied. True to his word, though I can not see him, I can feel Edmund’s presence lingering towards the back of the club. Though I know I have purpose for being here, I resolve to allow myself some time to lose myself in the music. As I step amongst the bumping and grinding bodies, it’s almost as if I can pretend everything is normal again. It’s almost as if I have never met Edmund. However, that feeling does not last as I can feel his burning gaze upon me. I glance in the direction I feel his presence resonating from, and feeling somewhat bold, I begin to move my body in a more sensuous manner. It makes little sense, even to me, but in this moment, I feel more alive than I ever have before. More alive than when my heart was truly beating. Perhaps it’s the fact that I do not have to retreat to my lonely dorm tonight. Perhaps it is the fact that this man who initially disgusted me has grown on me like a fungus. It’s not a romantic comparison, but it is one rooted in truth. I can feel his eyes upon my form, I can feel an increasingly familiar desire rolling in my gut. He steps out of the darkness in the back of the club, and his eyes beckon to me. It is a call I dare not ignore, and I find myself pushing away from the crowded dancers and falling against him. His lips meet mine, seeming to beseech me into joining him outside. I push him towards the door, and as we stumble out into the alleyway, I can feel his stiffening member through his pants. I swallow a gasp at the obvious size of it, palming it through his clothes. He gasps out my name, and I am all too relieved to have shared that part of myself with him.
“Janine… please…” He manages, and I pull him towards me, allowing him to press me against the brick wall of the alleyway. My wanton cries surprise even myself as he hitches up my dress, dipping his fingers between my thighs. The situation seems exceedingly familiar, and my body shudders as he explores me, as if testing my limits. His touch is heavenly, and I rock against his fingers, gasping with each accidental graze of his claw. It hurts, but the ache is so nice, and I can’t help pushing myself harder against him. He seems to get the idea, tracing my bud with the tips of his claw before gently, very gently, ghosting against it. My body shudders, and it’s all I can do not to scream his name. His touch is cold, but I’ve never felt so warm, I’ve never felt so fulfilled. The drunken haze from our first night together is absent, and the increased sensitivity from the change I’ve undergone sends bone shaking quakes throughout my body. I feel myself nearing my peak, but I draw away from him, mouth hanging agape as I gasp for breath. He quirks a curious brow at me, and I force our lips together in a bruising embrace. As satisfying as his fingers were, fingers alone are not enough to fulfill me entirely. They’re not what I want. I feel him tense as I reach out to unbutton his pants, sliding them down his hips. I shift to free him from his underwear, and he springs to eager attention. “Are you sure?” He murmurs, and I grasp him in my hand, feeling him twitch against my palm. I meet his gaze, the desire reflected in his gaze sending shivers through my body.
“Just take me.” I say boldly, and if possible he seems to grow harder, straining against my hand. I release my hold on his manhood, shifting my hands and allowing him to take control. He hesitates for a moment, searching my face for any traces of hesitation. I do all I can to express just how much I want this-- just how much I want him. He smiles, pressing me against the brick wall. He teases my entrance, rubbing the head of his manhood up and down along my most private area. He just barely dips inside me, and I mewl out his name. Teasingly, he withdraws, and I level a scathing glare in his direction. He smiles an outright devious smile, and I’m indignantly curious as to what he finds so humorous.
“Even when I breathed your scent all over my room, I did not expect how much you would want this.” He grins, and I would grow red should I have blood to flush my cheeks. “Show me how much you want me.” He implores teasingly, and I consider him for a long moment before nudging him away from me slightly. He tilts his head curiously, and I offer him a coy smile before dropping to my knees. He looks as if he will take back his challenge, eyes wide and uncomprehending. I offer him a teasing quirk of my lips, gripping him in the palm of my hand. He utters a guttural groan, leaning forward to brace himself on the wall behind me. I run my hand along his length, keeping my motions slow and steady. He strains against my hand, and I can tell he is struggling to restrain himself. Taking a page out of his book, I lean forward, flicking my tongue against him. He bites back a cry, and his body quakes as he struggles not to fight against my touch. It’s as if he had not expected such intimate touches, it’s as if he has not been touched this way in some time. I exhale a cooling breath against the tip of his length, and it throbs in my hand. I smile deviously, looking up to meet his gaze before taking the tip of him between my lips. His mouth falls agape, forming the shape of a perfect o. I hum a laugh while keeping him settled just between my lips. The vibrations seem to weaken his knees, and it all he can do to keep from collapsing against the wall. I take him deeper in my mouth, flattening my tongue against the button of his shaft. I am especially careful of my fangs, positioning my mouth until each fang is pos
itioned on either side of him. As I take him deeper into my mouth, the blunt sides of my teeth rub against the sides of his manhood. He gasps repeatedly, though I know he does not need the breath. It’s almost flattering just how much my every motion seems to resonate within him. Deciding to test my own limits, I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth until his lower head presses to the back of my throat. Then, I swallow. He groans, a deep and wild sound as I feel precum dripping steadily down the back of my throat. I draw away, bobbing my head up and down along his length until it seems he can nearly take no more. He pushes me back with more force than he likely intended, pulling me to my feet and pressing our lips together in a furious kiss. Our fangs clack together, and I laugh against him, tangling a hand in his hair and kissing along the length of his jawline. He rumbles in what I can only hope is pleasure, and his hands are on me once more, forcefully pushing me to face the wall. He hesitates a long moment, as if he is trying to stave off his orgasm. I teasingly press my rear against him, and he gives my rear a sharp warning smack. I cry out his name, torn between indignity and outright amusement. It’s obvious that he’s struggling to keep his composure, and not spill his load on the dirty ground of the alleyway beneath us. He positions himself against me, and I brace myself for his entrance, bracing myself this time as he grasps my shoulders. Then, all at once, he is inside me. He rocks steadily against me for a moment, and I rest my forehead against the brick of the building, musing at just how familiar this position is. However, after a few swift thrusts, he seems unsatisfied with the position, drawing away from me. I glance over my shoulder to inquire as to what’s bothering him, but he grabs me once more, more gently this time. He turns me to face him, examining my face with nothing short of tender adoration. He kisses me, once, twice, peppering gentle little kisses along my face. I giggle, but the fire in my gut still rages, and I want him inside me now.
“As sweet as you’re being, I think we’re the slightest bit off track.” I tease, and he offers me a reproachful smile.
“I’m just…” He trails off, looking rather uncertain of himself. I’m struck by the sudden desire to know what he’s struggling to say, but he abruptly thrusts me once more. I squeal in shock, feeling my walls clenching around his length. He groans, and I bury my face in his shoulder as he rocks in a steady rhythm against me. I can’t help but mewl helplessly as he hits all the right spots, as if he has known me for the near eternity he has likely been alive. Now that I’m in the right state of mind, it seems as if we were made to fit together, two pieces of the same strange puzzle. My sensitivity is shooting through the roof, and my body quakes fiercely with every swift thrust. The sensations rock me to my core, and if I thought I couldn’t be more aroused, his strained whispers of my name smash that theory to bits. His lips find my neck again, and I’m not initially unsure if it’s simply force of habit. Instead of biting me, however, he very gently flicks his tongue to where I’m marked before exhaling a puff of air against it. I shudder, desperately crying out his name. He continues his assault on my neck, and I writhe against him. I quiver helplessly, gripping his shoulders in shuddering ecstasy. He whispers against my neck and at first I can not make out the words. Then, I can make out one simple statement. “Come for me, baby,” he whispers. All at once, my peak washes over me, and I feel him hilt himself inside of me. He presses his entire body flush to mine, and gently bites my shoulder. I can feel myself milking him for all he is worth, and he spills his essence deep within me. My head lolls back, and we rest in that position for a long moment, locked in a simple embrace. I’m almost ready to ask him for round two when the slamming of the club door jolts me away from him. I fix my dress, eyes wild as I stare at the woman who had intruded on our intimate moment.
“Janine…? Oh my god, Janine! It is you!” Crissy cries out, rushing towards me. I can sense Edmund’s unease, and before I can try to defuse the situation, Crissy is going on some tangent. “Your parents have been worried to death. The college has been handing out missing posters, everyone thought… we thought you were dead! Oh my god…” She trails off, bursting into sobs as she throws her arms around me. Before I can speak, a sudden rush of despair that is not my own washes over me. I stiffen, but before I can stop him, Edmund is bolting away into the night.
“Edmund!” I cry out, prying myself free of Crissy’s grip. He’s moving fast, impossibly fast, and as I move to bolt after him, the sensation of his presence drops away entirely. Where I had felt him lingering on the edge of my senses for what seemed an eternity, there was no longer any hint of him at all. “Edmund!” I scream into the night. Crissy is trying to pursue me, but I ignore her, darting in the direction of his home. Our home. Crissy’s cries of my name fade into the distance as I move at an inhuman speed. I slam through the front door of our home, expecting to feel some semblance of his presence there. There is nothing. Inexplicably, heartbreakingly, I can’t feel him at all. It’s as if… it’s as if he wanted to escape me, but I don’t understand why. Was he afraid I would sell him out to my friend? Did he not understand that I was past being angry at him? Despairing thoughts flood my brain, but I know what I have to do. I have to find him. I simply do not know how.
For the next week, as night washes over the city, I slip out of our shared home to find the man I have realized my feelings for all too late. It’s been days since I’ve seen him, and I’m not certain he is even still alive. As alive as a vampire can be, in any case. I’ve combed the entirety of the town three times over. No matter where I go, his presence remains absent. Though I thought I had known emptiness before meeting Edmund, I realize I had no idea how utterly desolate I could feel.
I see images of my own face on missing person posters as I explore the town by night, and though I realize it’s truly not her fault, I can’t help but curse Crissy. If she hadn’t interrupted our moment, perhaps I could have explained my feelings to Edmund.
As I hopelessly return to our shared home for the night, I slump in the front lawn, burying my face in my hands. The sun will rise in scarce hours, and I can’t afford to lose track of time on my hunt for the man. There are days I have been tempted to simply let the sun take me, but I know that will accomplish nothing. In spite of the rationality of that thought, I can’t help feeling as if everything from this step forward is pointless. How long can I fruitlessly search for Edmund? How can I possibly find him if he does not want to be found? What seems the reality of the situation is slowly beginning to settle on my shoulders, and I wonder if he simply got what he wanted and left. It made no sense, seemed too prolonged a process just to take advantage of me. At any time during my stay in his home, he could have easily overpowered me and gotten what he apparently wanted. I just don’t understand. Sobs shake my body as I realize that there is nothing for me to understand. Edmund captured my heart, had his fill of my body, and now he is gone. Allowing the sun to take me is sounding more appealing by the second.
As tears stream down my face, I feel the slightest tingling in the back of my mind. It’s a feeling that’s only vaguely recognizable, a feeling I’m too desolate to try and place. Suddenly, I’m jolted with a sense of awareness. It’s impossible. After all this time, it couldn’t be… yet, it very much was. I draw my hands away from my face, looking into the distance where my mind is telling me to look. His body quakes where he stands, and he seems to echo my own despair back at me. I blink the bleariness from my eyes, and he steps towards me.
“Janine…” He murmurs, like some soft spoken prayer. All at once, I am on my feet rushing towards him. He hesitates, but obligingly takes me into his arms as I slam into him. It seems he had not expected the sheer force of my embrace, and I nearly knock him off his feet as I bury my face in his chest. He wraps his arms uncertainly around me, and I find myself repeating his name in that same reverent tone he had used. He continues to shake, and our combined despair continues to wash over me in waves. I draw my head back just slightly, tilting my face up to consider his anguished expression. In spite of myself, I can feel th
e despair that clutches me slowly giving way to anger.
“Where the hell have you been!?” I shout angrily, pushing him away from me. He stumbles back, obviously not having expected the shove. I round on him, anger and misery mingling to spill ever bitter tears down my cheeks. “You just take what you want and leave? You just… you just… Edmund, how could you leave me alone after all we’ve been through!? You have to have known I was looking for you. I searched for days.” I blurt angrily. For the first time since I have met him, the sheen of tears glimmer in his dark eyes.
“I ruined your life…” He murmurs softly, and at first I simply can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“You… ruined my life?” I repeat incredulously, and he chokes out a sob, drawing his arms around himself. “You ruined my life!? Are you serious Edmund?” I demand, stepping towards him and grabbing him by the chin.
“Your friends… your family. Everyone who loved you, and who you loved in turn… I stole you away.” He gasps out, and I meet his gaze, understanding lancing me through the heart.
“That’s why you left. You… you…” I trail off, and he braces himself as if I am about to strike him. I brush the tears from his cheeks, drawing him into my arms and burying my face flush against his neck. “You’re an idiot.” I murmur softly. He hesitantly wraps his arms around me, as if afraid to touch me.
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