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I suppose I should have felt bad, isolating myself with my mates threatening to knock the door down. But I couldn’t help myself this time, I couldn’t let them in, because my time had come. That ritual I had become a victim to, offing myself to help deliver a lost soul to their permanent destination.
I wasn’t entirely fond of the three vampire Kings, they were too egotistical and far too powerful for me to even consider returning back to my cocky ways, so I refused to let them see what I really was.
Black eyes once so grey, so lifeless, and skin so pale was now lit aflame with darkness. I had become something worth dying over and yet here I was with a knife at my throat as I stand before the mirror in the bathroom.
My usual prayer (Almighty, please save me as I suffer with saving myself) seemed to fall on deaf ears. My words were coming out but yet there was no.. sound.
I hated using a knife but I dislike pushing myself off the balcony— my breath hitches as I slice the dead skin apart. Ear to ear. Smile to smile. Mouth to mouth. I don’t cringe anymore as I hear Aro’s voice scream at me— I don’t flinch as Marcus’ callused grip tightens on my cold skin.
They had broken the chair I pushed against the door, they had undone the curse I had placed to keep them in their place for ten minutes. Or perhaps i’d been to much of a slacker, perhaps my usual ways of getting it done quick and easy had suddenly been undone by.. love.
God, what a cruel world.
Farmhouse, late 90’s.
I wasn’t entirely sure what i’d done wrong but somehow the farmer’s daughter next door was dead. And yet I was to blame— I didn’t even know how. From the early hours I was occupied with my usual, record players and a book.
I screamed at my parents for them to understand and for them to listen but even that wasn’t heard throughout our empty house. My voice still echoes against the walls, even now.
She had died by hanging, curtains no doubt from her own room, were wrapped around her head as a noose— she swung from the tree like a fruit. Begging to be plucked, cleaned off with water and then eaten.
She looked like an animal as all the blood seemed to of rushed to her face, eyes wide and scared as if she saw what bumped in the night. Her hands clenched together as her nails must’ve dug into her skin, those marks she left reminded us all of the moon.
It was a sick coincidence that I happened to be there the morning she hung herself. Truly, it was nothing but a coincidence, what good would I make with a human girl?
I didn’t feed off humans, not at the time, I didn’t enjoy the way they grab at my hair and plead for something better. A nicer way to go.
It was only three weeks after that fatal morning did I admit my truth— I mean c’mon, if the fruit hangs low enough, who wouldn’t want to pluck it off when it’s ripe?
I wince a little as I tilt my head up from the silk pillows, i’d been gone for three hours and no doubt Aro, Caius and even Marcus had gone mad. The room was ripped to shreds as if they had thought I was hiding somewhere.
So much for small delights. I wince yet again as I feel Caius suddenly pinning my arms back against the duvet covers.
“Where the hell have you been?” He spat, canines on a vampire were so delicate— they reminded me of a bat in some way, as he lowered his face closer to mine.
“My duties called.” I chime, I always hated confrontation. Especially from a man, such angry things they were - even in death.
”Your duties called? So you lock yourself in a room by using God knows what type of magic! Just to what, say that!” His breath, which we all knew he didn’t need, became heavier as he gripped into my skin tighter.
My eyes lock onto his own, the darkness which had bloomed began to retreat back to its usual pattern. I feel a sudden burst of anger, who the fuck did he think he was?
I’m not sure who was expecting it the least, me or him, but in a mere moment I pin his hands into my own and I drag him onto his back against the bed - which shakes with the sudden movement.
“Beloved,” I snark, my nails grip further into his wrists as I watch him with a low gaze. “Don’t you ever put your hands on me again.”
I feel him, I see it, become aroused. Frightened but aroused, the cruel king enjoyed this kind of play.
But I was no player to a wicked tongue.
I let go of one of his wrists before moving to grip his blonde locks beneath my fingers— they grip and they pull as if to warn him. He pushes his hips up against my long dress, desperate to feel something other than the confrontation.
I hear the door open, Marcus and Aro by the scent, and I hear the footsteps. I can feel the surprise of the current scene they’ve walked into.
In a flash i’m pushing my hands against the small table at the back of the bedroom, a room I hadn’t known all that well before I agreed to stay, and my gaze sets on the cold wood beneath my palms.
Caius no doubt lets out a disappointed moan or a growl, I can’t tell, at the sudden change of the situation. But I pay it no mind, I was beginning to get hungrier and hungrier as the seconds past.
When Marcus pats his hand on my shoulder to gently get me to look up at him, I’m certain that he can tell.
My teeth graze against his dead veins on his hand, and my tongue trails against that familiar path of his wrist. Caius whines, Aro watches— forever intrigued.
But I don’t pounce on Marcus as he so wishes, instead I turn my gaze onto Caius. And I don’t feel myself begin to unbutton the dress, I don’t seem to pay it any mind as it hits against the floor.
My mouth finds his neck and he welcomes it, forever so eager to please even with his twisted desires. He welcomes my anger, my pain, my trauma that etches itself into my soul and kills itself with my truth.
I begin to lap at the venom leaking from his neck and I begin to moan against his cold skin. The growls admitting from the room make me shiver, but they make me eager.
And I beckon them.
We spend the night full of lust, teeth against each other’s skin, mouths against my body as I pant and I don’t plead.
I don’t beg. They let me take and take until i’m coming undone, until i’m getting dizzy and high off the smell of sex and the joy of venom filling my throat.
God, what a wonderful world.