#black vampirecore

With each gentle kiss she laid against my warm throat, I felt the life slowly be drained out of me. My mind tried to make sense of the sensation — how could something feel this good? I should have been afraid, and I was to an extent. A prey at the mercy of a predator, but I clung to the hope that she would keep her promise to me. The promise of eternal life, the gift of immortality where no pain, fear, or true harm could follow. Even as my body began to go limp, I still forced it to cling to her, silently begging her to not let go until it was done. Panic had risen in me, my breath hitched as her mouth left my open neck, leaving kisses across my jaw as I felt the warm liquid flow freely, wasted. This was the most cruel she had been to me. Why must she torture me?

"You are so beautiful, even when you're dying" she whispered, Her hair was still perfectly in place, her mouth filthy with my blood, and her large eyes still filled with a hunger only a nosferatu would truly understand. I would have pleaded if my throat had not been so dry, or so exposed, raw. I would have begged to become what would understand, what could take a life so easily with so much grace and beauty. And then she kissed me tenderly, making me forget of my internal pleas to a god I no longer believed in. Forgetting the pain that throbbed at the side of my neck. Forgetting that I had thought her to be cruel meer seconds ago. Her mouth found the other side of my neck and she bit harder this time, as if to prove a silent point. I could taste it in my mouth and wondered if I would remember how I tasted while fighting against my heavy lids and slowing heart. I felt the discomfort of my cracked lips stretching as far as my body could muster till it was what I hoped looked like a smile, and then everything went black...