#seonghwavampire

The night began the same as it always did. The moon glared harshly on the city below and reminded Seonghwa of the world he was no longer a part of. Being a creature of the night mostly left him detached from life, but there was a small part that held the melancholy of what had been before. Eras had come and gone and he remained the same.

He had often contemplated taking a lover, but he also found no one worthy of eternal company and he knew that mortal company would be fleeting.

Sitting on the roof above the mansion he called home these days, he breathed deeply the smells of the city even though breathing wasn't a necessity anymore. Something about the human act grounded him in a strange way. During a deep inhale, something peeked his attention. A new scent carried on the wind which swept through his long raven locks which he could not ignore.

Seonghwa found himself flying from shadow to shadow, inching his way closer to this mysterious craving. The scent of oranges and bergamot grew stronger until he found himself in an alley outside a bar on the outskirts of town.

A woman's face shone so brightly with the sliver of moonlight that snuck through the gap of the bar and the neighboring building. She was like a lighthouse guiding him back to shore. She tilted her head in laughter at something on her phone. Her laughter tickled his still heart in a happily uncomfortable way.

As Seonghwa approached her, he made sure his footprints could be heard as to not startle her. As her eyes lifted from her screen, he could see the look of appreciation reflected in them. He knew he had a beauty to him. That his face drew a certain type of attention. This, however, was the first time it really mattered and he couldn't pin why that was.

All he knew is he had to taste her. Her blood sang to him, each pulse sending a fresh wave of scent to encapsulate him. Offering her a smirk, he stepped closer.

"Must have been really funny. Mind if I see? I could use a smile today."

He knew his deep voice had a hypnotic ability all its own. She smiled and nodded, turning the phone towards him. She had no questions as to his intentions. Good.

As he looked over her shoulder to view the Youtube compilation she had been watching about silly animals, her pulse point at her neck called to him like a siren song. Each beat struck a phantom beat in his own heart. Like her pulse was his own. It was addictive.

After a couple of minutes, he couldn't take it any longer. Taking one delicate finger, he lifted her chin so she looked into his eyes. After an initial gasp of shock, she grew calm. Pliant. Seonghwa used this method to feed often. It kept it quiet.

Once she looked at him with nothing but glass-eyed devotion, he grabbed her and flew her further into the alley and into a darkened corner. Discretion was of the upmost importance in cases like this.

Carding his fingers through her hair, he then gently tugged her head to the side, having her releasing a small moan. This singular sound struck him like a match. A long-doused flame that could now never be extinguished.

Licking her neck to draw the vein to the surface, he then drove his teeth in. The taste was divine, like nothing he could remember experiencing. Pulling her closer, Seonghwa felt like he wanted to melt into her. Be one. Her blood was awakening parts of him that had been long forgotten.

He found himself grinding against her as she released small gasps. It took every once of strength for him to remove himself from her, licking the wound closed.

As he continued to embrace her, she slowly seemed to awaken from the daze he had placed upon her. A sharp gasp of panic erupted from her and she began to flail in his grasp. Then she gazed upon his teeth, still out from the feed, and she stilled. Reaching forward with her own morbid curiosity, she touched one of his sharpened canines, yelping and yanking her finger back as a single bead of blood rose on its surface.

Grabbing her hand, Seonghwa lifted her finger to his lips, seductively licking it clean while looking in her eyes. Her eyes dilated. He knew this time it was not due to being under hypnosis. She may have been out of it. Why wasn't she running away? Why weren't there screams?

In a move that startled him, she grabbed HIS neck and pulled his lips to hers, able to still taste the remnants of her blood on his tongue making her moan deeply.

"Oh god what is wrong with me? You taste so good." her voice, lilting like a canary's song, quivered slightly, but it was hard to decipher if it was due to fear or pleasure. Perhaps both.

Her lips were soft and pliant, and he took her lead to mean that she was his tonight.

Grasping one of her legs, he held it at the cusp of his hip, resuming the earlier grinding against her core. Her groans of pleasure were muffled by his pillowed lips but her enthusiasm showed as her hips reflected his enthusiasm.

The hand not holding her up quickly reached under her leather skirt, taking her underwear beneath and ripping them open with a singular tug.

"Oh fuck..." an octave lower now, her moans were edged with an eager grit that ran a chill down his spine. His long, delicate fingers teased her, lightly scratching her thighs, partially for the thrill, and partially an unspoken request for permission.

"Please..." This one word threw the door open. The possibilities were unlimited with a singular syllable. Her leg wrapped tighter around his hip and as she was supporting herself, he decided to put both hands to work.

His left hand had his fingers braced against her stomach while the thumb began quick work stimulating her clit. His woman threw her head back against the brick wall, gasping and riding his thumb. His right hand now couldn't resist.

He grazed her pussy and found her soaking. Desperate for him. Plunging one finger in, she instantly clung to his digit, begging for him to stay inside her. A symphony of pleasure was being conducted with his two hands. Quickly, she grabbed both of his shoulders, clinging and scratching as she came.

His fingers now soaking, he had to know...did she taste this good everywhere? Slowly withdrawing from her channel, she shivered as he left her. Lifting his hand to his lips, he traced them with her release and tantalizingly licked them while watching for her reaction.

This was the nectar of the gods. If blood wasn't essential for survival, he swore he could survive on this alone. All pretense was done. He needed to feel her around him. Drawing her ever closer, he thrusted in one solid stroke.

She screamed then in ecstacy.

"I know darling. Doesn't this feel so right?" He moved slowly at first, savoring how her warmth embraced him. The gasps whispered in his ear as her head fell onto his shoulder would be his favorite song for all time.

He found himself hypnotized by a singular drop of sweat making its way down her temple. It reminded him swiftly how mortal she was. How precious.

As the thrusts increased in speed, she buried her head in his shoulder and rode it out as they both climbed higher towards the precipice. Her grip tightening around him, he let out a strangled cry as his vision blurred and they fell over the edge together.

In the stillness of the aftermath, the pair gasped as they attempted to settle from the riot of sensations. Once she again became pliant, he pulled back and gazed upon her lovely face. Cupping her cheek with one hand, he found her wonderous. He only had one question remaining on his tongue.