ImASadBoi

Leon makes his way to the kitchen, making it his first task to withdraw a good amount of blood to enact his plan. Luckily for him, the book he has also lists out how to properly store blood to keep it from coagulating and going bad. It was easy enough to grab a knife and slit his palm, deep enough, to get a stream of blood flowing. What he had not kept in mind was the quick healing his body went through ever since his transformation.

He was no stranger to pain, or even to getting a flesh wound, but it frustrated him to have to continue reopening his wound. All he could think was pushing through it. In the end, you were his prize, and this moment paled to the future he’d have with you once he finally made you his. It takes a couple more palm slashes to fill the glass bottle, but he managed. He’d probably have to find food tonight to replenish the blood he lost. He takes a quick look at the book to ensure he's properly storing the blood before doing so.

Restless footsteps can be heard as Leon paces in the throne room. It’s then when it strikes him, his blood. He'd read how vampire blood had effects on people but he can't exactly recall what the book said. He quickly makes his way to the ornate library in the castle. 

He remembers coming across the book when he decided to explore this large building, trying to memorize its layout and getting accustomed to it. Upon discovering the library, he couldn't help but be astounded by the decor and grandeur of how large it was. Over the years, he'd read every book in it, after making it a goal he wanted to achieve to avoid losing his mind.

He couldn't be more grateful for having taken the time to read the knowledge kept safe in this library. He found himself getting lost in some of the writings about fantasy and adventures. He doesn't know how far he would've gotten from his grasp on his humanity had it not been for them.

He feels a sense of determination when he finally arrives at the large doors that lead into the room. He quickly walks to the area where the books start with "T." His hands gently skim across the spines of the books he passed to get to the one book he needed.

He feels satisfaction wash over him when his hand finally meets the spine of the book he is looking for. "The Properties of Vampire Blood and More," written by an unknown author. Unlike most of the books in the library, this one was binded with string and had a leather cover. Easily, it stood out from the rest of the books that surrounded it. The name of the author was nowhere in sight, having been scratched out from the cover and never mentioned in the writing itself.

Leon could care less, if he was honest. He only needed what was written inside. He was also glad the author had created an index towards the contents that were contained in the book. A large grin took over his face, rereading what he had yet to confirm;

"As I've found, vampire blood has positive effects on humans when given in low doses. In low doses, we've found out that the blood can revive youth in older people as well as heal ailments here and there. More of its positive effects can be found in previous chapters. But through continued research, I've found that when given in high doses, the human given it becomes addicted to it. It creates an almost drug-like hold on whoever consumes it at great amounts. While difficult, one can still help a human’s addiction through aid. But once that person’s eyes have turned red, they’ve become completely subservient to whoever’s blood they’ve obtained.”

That night still rings in his mind like discordant notes—the night he was turned. His gums ache and his hands clench into tight fists as the memory threatens to replay in detail. All it took for his family to be lost to the hands of Death was a rogue vampire, a spawn of the Devil. By the cruel hands of fate, he was spared and awoke to the grim sight of his mother’s throat torn to shreds and bloodied. His father had his head torn from his body, the bone sticking out from the gaping wound. His younger sister’s body was nowhere to be found—at first. It wasn’t even a short walk down the road until he saw the way that beast had torn his beloved sister’s dress apart before doing the same to her mortal flesh. He cried out in agony at what had befallen his poor family.

Worst of all, the scent of iron hung cloyingly in the air. His new hunger was made known to him in brutal fashion. His mind was befuddled, as both human and beastly instincts fought to dominate his actions. As his new instincts took over, his nails elongated almost painfully from the roots. His canines grew longer causing his gums to chafe from the rapid growth. Senses heightened and everything became too much at once; The thought to give in crossed his mind at that moment.

But the one thing that held him true despite his entire being changing; rage. Pure, unadulterated rage. Whether God had decided to show him mercy that night or not, it was due to this feeling that kept him tethered to his humanity. Even through unabating hunger and lines of drool slipping down his chin, he steadily buried each family member. As he sought to repair the wreckage of his family home, he noticed the silver chain that lay on the floor, its only pendant, a dainty cross. His fingers burned upon contact, before he ripped a piece of cloth from his already torn shirt and picked it up. He held it close to him for a moment before pocketing it. He wouldn’t rest until that vampire had paid for what he’d done.

Leon regains his bearings as he’s finally released from the memories of his past. From his palms, rivulets of blood flow freely. He quickly rids himself of his tight grip, nails no longer digging into soft flesh. He grimaces at how he’s let 100 years slip by without any progress. Sure, he’s hunted down other vampires yet the one he looks for never seems to be around. He shakes his head in frustration, his obsession beginning to crawl back into his mind like a decrepit parasite when a wave of nausea washes over him. Hunger. How long ago did he feed? He can’t recall. Time no longer ties him to this plane of existence. What would be the point in keeping track of the seasons, of the sun rising and falling when he can no longer feel its rays on his skin—skin that’s become paler with each passing day.

He grimaces how foreign his thoughts have become, how less human he’s become. But now’s not the time to be thinking of his ever fading humanity. He needs to eat. All he really needs is himself, so he gets up from the throne he’s sat on. He dusts off imaginary dirt from his lap and sets off to find yet another poor animal to claim as his victim. If there was one thing he’d swore never to do was feed on a human. 

Can’t really uphold that promise if I keep starving myself, he thinks. I wonder if it’ll be wolves or unsuspecting deer on the menu tonight. 

Finally out of the castle—one that was so graciously empty—his eyes linger onto the forest that lies ahead. Just as he’s about to take a step, he hears hushed voices. Part of him feels annoyed that someone’s decided trespassing was a suitable nighttime activity but his curiosity also gets the best of him. He makes his way towards the voices, keeping to the shadows. 

“We really shouldn’t be out here,” a voice says quietly, yet with the night so hushed, they might as well have been yelling. 

“We’ll be fine, you know you don’t have to be scared with me around, right?”

Leon hears the hesitance in the other’s voice just before they speak, “I know but there’s been more animal attacks as of lately. I don’t want anything bad to happen.”

“You have such an imagination, but that’s what I’ve always liked about you. I didn’t want us to miss this chance to be together with all the wedding planning that’s been going on. I’ve missed you. Missed us being alone together.”

Leon feels a pang of jealousy as his confliction has yet again robbed him of something so precious. Something he as a vampire will never get to have again. He moves to get a closer look at the couple before him when he carelessly steps on a layward branch. He holds his breath, more  out of habit than anything, as he quickly moves to obscure himself.

“Did you hear that?” The first voice asks.

“Hear what?” Leon hopes the second person might convince the both of them to continue with their walk but the first voice pipes in again.

“Is anybody there?” Leon decides to keep quiet, hoping they both lose interest.

“See, it was nothing, let’s just keep walking. We only have so much time before we have to head back.”

Leon listens to the pair of footsteps walk away but that ache in his chest doesn’t seem to go away.

Would it really be so bad to keep an eye on them? Leon deliberates as his feet follow after them, I just have to make sure they stay safe. He doesn’t know what he’s trying to convince himself of, the morality of stalking after a couple or if he’s really doing this with their best interest at heart. 

He follows them for some time, keeping a good few paces behind so as to not arouse suspicion. It’s only when they stop to settle down in the grass does he catch sight of them both. The first he sees is a man, dark-haired and brown-eyed. He’s got a smile on his face as he talks to his partner, you. 

The moon hangs high in the sky and perfectly illuminates your being to Leon. His eyes widen a fraction as he takes in your appearance. The smile you reflect back at your partner tugs at his heart. He can’t help but want it for himself. He’d do anything to have it all for himself. A feeling cements itself in his brain, he had everything he loved taken away from him in an instant. But you, he could have you, right? It doesn’t matter that you’re engaged to be married.

You would be his, no matter what it took. But acting too hastily is ill-advised, he knows capturing you had to be done with care and planning. And most of all, he had to make sure nothing and no one would get in his way, that included your so-called fiancé.

When he’d first laid eyes on you, it felt like he was looking at the sun head on. Your smile captivated him and he knew he couldn’t let you slip from his grasp. Couldn’t turn down this opportunity. Subconsciously, you would be the thing that would force him onto the right path. You’d fix him.

And for a while, everything was fine. It was working. He’d been able to sweep all the darkest parts of himself under the rug. But then you kept pushing, squeezing into every orifice in his heart. He couldn’t pry you out no matter how hard he tried—though he wasn’t really trying. And for once, you saw every “ugly” part of him; the nightmares, the drinking, the self-guilt, and the constant paranoia. You saw through everything. And you stayed.

Leon noticed you when he first arrived but when he went around asking more about you, you were a sort of enigma. Co-workers only saw you clock in and clock out, even when asking you to come join them for drinks. It left him dumbfounded how someone like you could be so distant. He began to notice the way you’d hover in the room, as if trying to interact with others around you before you eventually gave up and left to your desk. You were pretty to him, he wanted to know more but he didn’t know how to ask without intruding on your personal space. So he watched you from afar. It just so happened that the day he was running late to work, he managed to bump into you, quite literally. Your papers scattering all over the floor. Embarrassment drowned him as he hastily helped you pick up your work, oh god how soft your voice was to him. He felt he had wronged you as you kept your eyes away from his. He could only watch as you walked away from him, like sand slipping from his fingers. Was this his only chance to approach you?

In his desperation, he followed after you, noticing the way your cheeks were tinted with red and how you smiled to yourself. He walked up to you slowly, voice quiet, yet he still seemed to have startled you from your thoughts.

“Sorry for earlier, could I take you out for a coffee to make up for it?” He said awkwardly.

You’d first seen him when you were on the way to the archives room. He was casually talking to the lieutenant, the sun catching on his hair in the way you’d only ever seen in movies. He looked just like an angel, especially with the way his blue eyes sparkled. In comparison, you were a blotch in the shadows, a stain of a person. Yet a part of you still wanted to partake in finding out whether the beauty and light in him could touch you, change you.

You wanted to know more about him, but you were a bit of a recluse in your department at the R.P.D. You felt nervous just thinking about approaching him. So you did what you could to know more about him; Your eyes always remained on him whenever he walked into the room, reading his body language and overhearing private conversations—anything to know just a little more.

Over time, you’d subconsciously changed your daily routine to match him; taking more time in the morning getting ready in case you talked to each other, carrying gum in your purse at all times as well as lipstick. You’d looked at yourself in the mirror, rehearsing what you might say to him. There was a fat chance in hell you’d approach him, but you always daydreamed about it.

But then, it happened. One day, you’d been walking with some paperwork unaware of your surroundings, when you’d abruptly bumped into him. He gave you the sweetest apology and your dead heart fluttered. Maybe it was wrong to put him on a pedestal but up-close, you could see just how beautiful he was. The way his skin was dotted with moles and the way baby fat still lingered in his cheeks. He was so beautiful, it felt wrong to look at him.

You first came into existence for him when he’d spotted you lounging on a rock, the sunlight making your skin glisten and your hair glow. His eyes trailed further down your body to notice your pert nipples, as a gentle sea breeze washed over your body. 

But what caught his eye the most, was your tail—virescent and refracting the sun’s light in a way that made it glimmer so beautifully. He had never seen something so captivating in his life. Obsession blossomed in his chest then, the need to have you flowing into his veins at a burning rate. At this moment, his only goal in life was to capture you and make you his.

Leon finds himself smiling as he sees his harpoon shoot right through your tail, the way your blood fills the grooves of your scales and melds flawlessly with the ocean water;

“Don’t struggle darling, you’ll only make it worse for yourself!” 

Your eyes involuntarily well up with tears, pain racking your body as you struggle to take in breaths. You flail in the water as your body is lifted, a loud cry escapes your throat as the unknown pirate hauls your body onto his ship—each pull causes the harpoon to jolt in your injury.

With a thud, your injured body lands on the deck; Leon has a rope in hand, roughly grabbing your arms and tying your wrists together.

“God, you look so much more beautiful up close, love.” Leon’s eyes trail across your body, lingering on your chest for a moment before eyeing the damage he just caused with his weapon. ‘I had to,’ he thinks, eyebrows furrowing with affliction, ‘She would have swam away.’

“I feel awful for this darling, but bear with me,” You follow his line of sight landing on the harpoon. You quickly realize what’s about to happen. 

“Wait, wait, wait, please don’t—,” a loud and agonizing shriek is heard, reverberating in Leon’s ears causing him to wince.

Sobs and whimpers pour from your mouth as Leon tosses the item aside, “Shh dear, you did so well. I’ll make you feel better in no time. I promise darling.” He cups your face, wiping heavy tears from your face with a gentle thumb—it should be his tongue instead.

Your tail sluggishly bleeds onto the wooden floor, your body working to heal itself in a timely manner. You look into those blue eyes, contrasting the warmth of your home;

“Why are you doing this?”

Leon stops the gentle strokes on your face, his face falling into blissful tranquility, “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine darling.” 

It’s the last thing you hear as you succumb to darkness, the events taking a toll on your body. Leon feels his heart swell at the sight of you falling limp in his arms. He manages to slide an arm under your shoulders and your tail—struggling a bit with how slippery it is—and carries you into his quarters. 

He lays you down on his bed where he wraps a bandage over your gash, noticing the way it’s beginning to close on its own. He knew of some stories and tales of merfolk abilities but now, seeing it for himself, he finds himself in awe. Had he been someone else, someone who only found interest in obtaining their weight in gold, you would have been ripped apart. Killed. All for what could be exploited for man's benefit. Anger clouds his mind for a second, “Nobody can ever hurt you now, love.”

Leon runs a hand over your cheek, pushing your hair behind your ear, “Nobody can ever hurt you now, love.”

He wants to leave you to rest but your prone body tempts that part of him he’s never felt so strongly before; desire. He can feel himself begin to harden at the thought of giving in. How dare you seduce him even while unconscious.

His hand slightly trembles as his fingertips make contact with the soft flesh of your stomach, feeling it rise with every pull of breath you take in and release. God, you look so beautiful. Those fingers make their way to the underside of your tit, before gliding onto your nipple. It perks at his touch and his excitement ramps up. How sensitive. His fingers grasp your nipple lightly, rolling it and pushing it into the supple flesh of your breast. He watches your face with rapport as he does so, your face gives no indication that you’re aware of his actions. 

The left hand trailing your body finally lands onto your tail, the scales under his touch feel moist yet smooth. There’s a gathering of scales that stand out among the others, his throat feels dry upon approaching it. With one finger, he gently moves the largest scale.

Now his mouth is practically salivating as his finger slowly reveals a seemingly normal looking pussy, only different in color—it matches the colors of your tail and he’s never found anything more beautiful. He takes a quick glance at your face and sees you’re still deep asleep.

He knows he shouldn’t, would rather see your live reactions to his touches, but he’s been dreaming about this for too long. Leon gingerly presses his pointer finger inside, taking note of how warm and wet you are. Your pussy seems to clench on the intrusion before relaxing. He slides it in and out, wanting to gather more of your wetness; It’s more viscous than other women he’s been with, creating a stupidly easy slip and slide for his finger.

Without hesitation, he dips two more fingers in, in awe as your pussy easily accepts them, like it was made for him. The other hand he had by your face moves to push his pants down, his dick already weeping with pre. He has enough restraint to keep from fucking you right then and there, instead removing his fingers from your hole and slathering the slick he accumulated from you onto his cock. He returns his fingers in you, this time with four. He begins to pump himself with the other, imagining he’s inside you instead.

There’s a slight strain to fingering you as he curls his fingers into the spongy part of your walls—which earns him a twitch of your tail and a cut-off whimper from you—while teasing the head of his dick. The arousal burns right through him, and Leon is unable to hold back from releasing deep moans and whimpers as he moves his hand faster. He sees your body start to squirm the more insistent he is with his digits, the urgency and deep need to make you cum with him hanging obsessively over his head.

You wake up with a feeling like something in your abdomen has snapped, and a loud moan shakily leaves your throat. Your pussy feels full and pulsates around the intruding object. On the other hand, Leon finally gives in and shoots load after load onto his shirt, hand, and thighs—the look of your face, pure bliss, tipping him over the edge. He awaits a tongue-lashing from you only to find you’ve gone back to sleep.