The Hunt
His mouth was on my neck, sucking, tearing, pulling. Blood of his victim was dripping down my skin, cold with the touch of death. Heat was erupting down my body, twisting my stomach into tangled knots and pulling my heart from my body, offering it to him with desperate hands. His teeth pricked my skin, his warm breath utterly enticing as it caressed my bare skin. Clouds covered my mind and all I could do was breathe and blink, and hope that he would never go away.
"You love me, don't you Charlie?" he breathed, his fangs digging into my neck. Numbly, I nodded and he grinned darkly against my skin, brushing my hair away to place a burning kiss on the nape of my neck and then curling his tongue out to lick my skin. His dark and desolate eyes looked towards where the girl was lying, her desperate eyes staring up at us, fear drenching every plain of her face. "Then kill her," he whispered.
Stalking prey is my confession
Captive blood enslavement
Pain and hunger drives your madness
Drink flesh life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years
For: this, this and this.
Do you love me? Then kill her.
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