#runningwithknives

Especially since the earlier events were still fresh in your mind. Gripping onto the ripped fabric, you couldn't help but dig finger and nail into the couch. A couch that didn't belong to you, or anybody. In all honesty you had no idea what room you'd been shut in, but its not like that mattered. Even if you were in the most public of areas, He would still find a way to conceal you; to hurt you.

One would think that vampires, stuck alone for thousands of years would grow accustomed to the silence. The short flicker of a fire, possibly the occasional companionship of an animal, but nothing more. How wrong those legends would be seen to be. Just wait until they find your rotting corpse under his floorboards, releasing the idea that no, vampires didn't enjoy as much alone time as they were perceived to.

At least he had the courtesy to leave you alone for a bit of time, a luxury his past loves never received. That much was accounted for; whether it was Donna, August or Ambrose hidden in the garden underneath the flowerbeds, or Clyde and Mary decorating the walls, (clearly favorites) you noticed that they each were of all a similar death. One you had narrowly avoided by hiding in your bedroom. A vampires' temper was never noted in any of your history books unfortunately; which was likely what caused the deceased lovers' lives to end, considering the similar hole in all of their heads.

But alas, despite following each precaution that young Mary had left behind for future victims, including you, you were still stuck in this situation; one that would undeniably lead to your death. Her diary proved to be as helpful as knives were to combat a vampire.  

The flickering fire was beginning to die down now, its flames no longer dancing on the wall. Embers cracked and crinkled, needing more wood to sustain the blazing yellow. No doubt this would bring his attention, drawing him within the room, a distance that was far too close for comfort.

Softly groaning, you moved further into the couch, trying to look as weak as possible. Though, that wasn't a very hard thing for you to do in this state.

His footsteps changed your blurred eyes into scrutinizing ones.

"Awake, I see?"

You didn't respond, instead staring at the polished shoes in front of you. He grasped your chin lightly, but firm enough to move it towards his face. Your eyes glazed over, not daring to stare directly at him.

Clearly he noticed this, snapping two fingers in front of your line of vision, forcing you to make uncomfortable eye contact. His scowl left immediately after seeing your newfound attention.

"Much better." He announced.

Looking down at the tube connected to a needle, the man tapped it.

"It appears the flow of blood has decreased today? That's new."

You rested your head back down onto the sofa, not having enough will to fight him back on his arrogance.

"yesterday you lost about.. two liters?" He questioned out loud, obviously not looking for an answer.

You stared at the needle connected to your arm, dark red blood flowing through it slowly. The man next to you steadily took it out, relishing in the wince you made due to its pain. No matter how many times he shoved it into your skin, you'd never get used to it.

"Unfortunately today we have no where near that amount," He sighed, not taking his eyes off of your limp form. His cold, soft hand held your cheek, caressing it lightly.

Silence followed you both, your attention digging into the packets of blood resting on the table.

He spoke once more, grey eyes deceivingly tired. They almost looked as worn as your own, but you knew better than to fall for that trick.  

"Precious, we've done this time and time again. Don't you think its time for a rest?" He whined, letting his hand grow limp onto your equally cold cheek.

You glared at him, hoping to convey some sort of pain and hate without words. He smiled wickedly, applauding your continued defiance.

"So we aren't finished? You want to continue?" He suggests, knowing it was never your choice in the first place.

"My my, no one else has ever shown such resolve, you really wish to feed me this badly?" He grew closer, dark shoulder length hair falling forward.

Delicate red rubies twinkled against the dying light of the fireplace onto his skin. You always admired humble wealth, those earrings catching your attention, but now you hated them. You wished they'd only ever see the light of the fire you desired to burn this man- this creature- in.

"Get away..." You said, hardly forming a coherent sentence.

"Hm? What was that?" The man mockingly put a hand to his ear, begging you to speak your pain.

"Get away from me."

You spoke louder this time, lifting your body slightly off the couch. The newfound resistance caused the vampire to raise his eyebrows in amusement. You soon regretted the action, noting his interest, and your own dizziness. Before hitting the couch cushion harshly, the man grabbed your form, lightly resting it back down onto the sofa.

"I have an idea," He spoke calmly.

"Adan, get away.." You mumbled, looking towards the opposite side of the room, knowing this "idea" was rooting in evil intentions that would no doubt hurt you.

Adan got up from his crouched position, prepared to handle your defiance. You were clearly not fond of him now, but you soon would be. The others were always temporary; never filling the void he needed, complying too quickly. But now, he'd found the one who would fit the role necessary.

"Just listen, alright? I know you're tired." He looked down with pity, an expression you almost believed, if it wasn't for the fact that he quickly swung his leg over your waist, propping himself up on top of you. Adrenaline rushed through your veins, though with little effect. You were scared, but ready for the death that had so willingly graced the others. You'd gladly be another victim if it meant this would be over.

"Your blood has been wonderful to absorb this way, the medical field sure has come through wonders compared to back in my day," Adan said with a nostalgic sigh.

"Just get to the point." You hoarsely spoke, following a coughing fit. It was clear the lack of blood in your system could outrun Adan's planned death for you. It was a wonderful thought; foiling his plans due to his own mistakes? You would love to see that.

But Adan had other ideas.

"Alright alright. I know you've.. visited the others. and I'm not ashamed to say they filled their roles when needed; being put in a similar situation you find yourself in now."

Adan slid off your waist, falling onto the couch. Taking your legs, he bent them, spreading them in place, his hands grasping each of your thighs.

Your eyes widened in fear, panic taking over much faster than compared to earlier. Adan smiled devilishly, seemingly knowing your automatic fright.

"But, I've made a recent discovery, I find myself in a much more different position with you, than I did with the others. Despite your weak humanly demeanor, I sense strength within you. A type of strength I've been looking for."

With the little bit of energy you had left, you tried to kick Adan away, shoving him out of your line of sight. But, you were no match for a recently fed vampire, especially one hellbent on taking your own blood. He easily pinned you down, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand, forcing them against your stomach. he held one of your knees tightly, pushing your leg farther away. Pressing his cold cheek against your inner thigh, Adan smiled, looking up at your shaking form. He closed his eyes and kissed your feeble thigh.

"Get. Off of me." You commanded, clenching your teeth.

"But you haven't even heard my idea yet." He whined mockingly. Adan's fingers dug into your skin, holding you harshly without remorse. His teeth lightly grazed the sensitive skin of your thigh, appreciating the shiver you gave him afterward.

"I've decided you are worthy of my training and presence, a feat that none of my other.. subjects could handle." He chuckled to himself, remembering their past weak lives. None had lived up to the high standards he put, until you came along. The resilience you held, still lasting on your death bed, proved to him that you were more than you looked: a simple human, full of silly lust and desire for wealth.

"What are you.. talking about?" Your voice rasped, cracking at each word.

Adan bit into your thigh, whispering vague words.

"All in due time, precious."

You bit your lip to prevent from screaming, knowing that was exactly what Adan wanted; he wanted more than anything to see your pain. To see you fold.

You felt him suck at the bite, lapping up every inch of blood available. Your mind went hazy from the pain, still in a state of weakness. Adan groaned delightfully, grateful for a taste of blood from the source. His tongue circled around the bite, allowing you to see the mess he produced. You whined unintentionally, cringing at the wound. Adan gripped your wrists harder, bloodlust taking over him. His eyes glittered a dark red from below you, his smile graced with your blood.  

Moving upward, Adan's grip on your thigh loosened, instead bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist, pulling himself to eye level to you. He leered down at your pitiful state, tucking hair behind your ear, and out of the way of your neck. You refused to break eye contact with him, challenging the so-called power he held over you. You were too drained of necessary fluids to hurt him, but were more than willing to put up any kind of fight you could.

"You can stare angrily all you want, but that won't change my plans. " He laughed into your chest.

You were still confused on his "plans," but had hardly enough energy to focus on the situation at hand. Your eyes blurred in and out, blinking slowly. The blood loss was beginning to take more of an effect this time, as well as the pain from Adan's bite.

"Oh dear, it appears you're going down faster than I assumed. Then I suppose we must do this quickly." Adan spoke assuredly, wasting no time to make his way to your neck. He teased lightly, taking a long lick at your neck, sucking at more sensitive areas. Your hands were still stuck underneath his own body, his grip on your wrists once again tightening, as well as his clutch on your thigh. You tried desperately to wiggle away, but it proved futile as Adan feverishly dug his fangs into your skin. Your cries were grating, throat dry and cracked.

The vampire noisily drank the wet liquid dripping down your neck. Again, Adan ran his tongue up your neck, taking every bit of blood he could. You could hear his huffs of breath, and feel them against your mangled skin. Your nails dug into his shoulder, angrily trying to find some way to harm the man above you.

Adan regained his posture, loosening his grip on your leg and arms, instead bringing them above your head. Your teeth grated against one another, bent on surviving this pain.

Adan looked down at you, pleased with his work on your new wounds. He didn't say a word as he pierced his fangs into his own dead skin, bringing the dark blood to his mouth. Blood dripped from his lips, drawing closer to your own.

You moved your head away, pursing your lips tightly together: you knew what this entailed. No way in hell would you let him turn you into something like him. You'd rather deal with this death a thousand times over than be stuck with this bastard.

But with ease, Adan grabbed your jaw, turning it towards him. His thumb dug into the punctures of your inner thigh, drawing more blood and pain. Your eyes widened, as did your mouth in pain. Adan took this chance quickly to shove his mouth onto your own, bringing the dark blood onto your tongue. You bit his lip, shaking your head.

Adan pressed the wound again, causing you to stop, and cry in pain. The blood easily went down your throat, hardly with your notice. The iron taste was disgusting; not foreign, but revolting nonetheless. swiftly, he clamped a hand over your mouth, not allowing you to spit it back up.

"Make sure you swallow all of it." He commanded with a glare.

You looked up at him with a repulsed glare.

After a few seconds of his hand suffocating you, Adan finally removed it. A coughing fit hit you hard, not allowing you a decent breath of air.

You hardly registered the knife stuck in your abdomen, until Adan caressed you lightly. His light gesture caught you off guard, and seeing the silver blade stick out, showed the reason why he was so gentle. He had gotten the ultimate upper hand.

Your face cringed, blood making its way out of your mouth.

Adan gripped your shoulders, forcing you against the couch. Your eyes went hazy once more, the fire embers completely gone at this point. The room was dark, and you could faintly make out Adan's figure as he slit your throat quickly.