#sinners vampire

Every night, he would come to your bedroom window and speak sweet temptations into your ear. His clawed hand would tap and scratch at the glass, waking you, and then he would promise to fulfill your every desire. All you had to do was invite him inside. Those things you yearned to have for so long…connection, community, intimacy, acceptance, implicit love… he would utter them as tender consolations like a prayer before bed. At first, you’d ignored the man. There was something uncanny about him, those eyes appearing to glow inhumanly silver in the dark. The slipperiness of his tongue, so disarming and pretty, speaking aloud everything you’ve ever wanted to hear. You thought perhaps he was a nightmare come alive, or a dark angel sent to test your virtuosity and resolve. But over time, you found yourself falling into the routine, his otherworldliness becoming more familiar to you, his pretty promises of grandeur and loveliness giving way to more modest topics, chaste and provincial. Idle talk of your neighbors, the weather, the current gossip in town. You started to indulge him more, cracking the window open to listen, and sometimes gave your thoughts in response. He never made a move to forcibly enter, only leaning against the window sill, never crossing the threshold. Each time he’d ask for an invitation inside, you would politely decline. But he kept coming back, and you kept cracking the window. Eventually, he stopped asking all together, and your conversations grew more personal and intrinsically pleasing. He told you about his family, whom he missed dearly. You told him about your dreams of escaping all this farmland and empty sky…of heading to the city, and making use of your potential. You both grew closer, and you began to eagerly anticipate his nightly visits. You would often times sit by the window and wait even before those little taps would announce his arrival, greeting him as he approached from the tree line. You never dared to ask where he came from, or where he went when he left before the dawn. Only, you enjoyed his company during those few hours you had it. You suspected he might’ve begun to enjoy yours as well. One night you swore you caught the glint of sharp fangs in his mouth, and the next morning you decided to do some digging at the local library. You poured over books detailing myths and legends, folklore and monsters all around the globe. Most of the content you skimmed, not recognizing any of details. Lots of the books were more than likely fabricated, scary tales of caution to frighten children into behaving. You were nearly about to give up your search when you stumbled upon what seemed to be collection of interviews—people who claimed to have encountered the mythical “vampyre.” You read through the chapters, drinking in every recorded anecdote. Most of the stories depicted creatures that failed to catch your notice, nothing appearing at all familiar. However, near the end of the book in one of the later chapters, one description of the monstrosity made you pause: disarming and well-mannered to beguile their victims, the rigidity of their laws, their weaknesses—garlic, wooden stakes, sunlight—their affinity for music, their supernatural coordination, suggesting a hive mentality… the oppressive need to covet.

And, most notably—their silver, glowing eyes. That night, you were in a state of anxious anticipation as you waited for your nightly visitor. When he finally arrived at his typical time, you rose from the edge of the bed to stand near the open window. His eyes, silvery and luminous, watched you carefully, his sharp smile fading slightly as he seemed to sniff out the scent of your apprehension. “Evenin’,” he spoke calmly enough, but raised an eyebrow at you questioningly.

You dipped your head in greeting, your hands playing with the white curtains hanging off to the side of the window frame. “Good evening, Remmick,” you replied, your posture slightly stiff.

Remmick stepped closer, leaning an arm against the wall as he looked down at you with those piercing eyes. A shiver rolled up your spine, and again, an almost concerned look stretched across his face as if he could read your thoughts. “Somethin’ gnawin’ at you?” he asked lowly.

You took a breath, shaking your head. You still weren’t even sure if you should confront him. Over the past few months, you’d formed an unlikely…connection? Friendship?

“No, why do you ask?” you hummed, the lie sounding feeble even to your own ears. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Don’t lie to me, darlin’,” he grumbled. “You’re quieter than a church mouse tonight.” Suddenly, something flashed in his eyes, a dangerous look that made your blood chill. “Somebody botherin’ you? Cause you just point ‘em out and I’ll handle the rest…”

You shook your head again, slightly startled. “No, no, nothing like that—” you quickly amended. “It’s just…Remmick you wouldn’t…you wouldn’t ever…hurt me, would you?”

His expression turned crestfallen at the question, and you almost regretted asking it. He pressed a hand to his chest emphatically, leaning in as close as he could without passing the threshold of the open window. “Never on my life,” he vowed gravely. He could be lying…and yet, something in you thought he sounded sincere.

“And…you’ve never lied to me, have you?” you pressed onward, your voice a little unsure.

This time, Remmick hesitated, not as quick to answer. “Not for a while,” he admitted, glancing away.

A tense silence fell over the both of you as you both seemed to sense something drastic was about to change within your dynamic. Remmick was a bit unsettled, playing with the straps of his suspenders and rocking on his heels a little.

Finally, you garnered the courage to speak again, though your voice sounded meek. “You’re not…human, are you?” you voiced, quietly.

Remmick didn’t respond, didn’t look at you.

“Why do you keep coming back to my window each night?” you prodded further, imploringly.

Again, Remmick didn’t respond right away, but when you didn’t fill the silence, he sighed and gave in. “Suppose I…enjoy your company is all… Though, I can’t say I planned on likin’ this so much… sittin’ with you each night…”

His evident discomfort with the admission eased a bit of the anxiety in your chest. You chewed on your bottom lip, debating your next move. Finally, with a deep breath, you took the leap. “If I invited you in…you’ll be good? And courteous?”  

His neck snapped so fast to look at you that you nearly jumped a little. His eyes, now sharp, bored into you with a dark intensity. “Pardon?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You swallowed thickly, and spoke the words of some dark, ancient magic. “Remmick…would you like to come in?”

The air between you stilled, each of you frozen in place as the world seemed to hold its breath for just a moment. All was quiet—even the crickets in the night had halted their orchestral symphony.

And then chaos cleaved through the moment of stillness as Remmick vaulted through the open window, a wild look in his eyes. You gasped and stumbled back, falling onto your bed as the backs of your thighs bumped into it.

You moved to scramble back up, frightened, but he was already upon you. You cried out as your head hit the pillow, his form crawling over you as his arms pinned you against the mattress. There was a manic look in his eyes, something animal and desperate. You watched in horror as he bent his head low to your neck…and inhaled deep, breathing in your scent. The groan that escaped him nearly made you blush.

“You temptin’ me, darlin’?” he asked lowly, his voice like gravel crunching under tires. “Tonight, of all nights…” He shook his head and lifted it to peer down at you with those luminescent silver eyes. You saw it clear as day now…sharp, bone-colored fangs nestled behind his lips.

“Vampire…” you breathed out, eyes wide. It wasn’t a question, or an accusation. Simply, it was the confirmation of the fact you’d long begun to suspect.

His eyes shined with a sort of delight, and he grinned at you with a toothy, pointed smile. “Now why would ‘ya go and do a fool thing like this when you knew well what I was?”

Adrenaline pounded in your veins, the feeling hot and jittery. You didn’t move, didn’t try to fight or scramble away. You only laid there, gazing up at him with wide eyes, and swallowed.

He tracked the movement of your throat bobbing, and hissed through his teeth, practically salivating. “The door’s open now. No takin’ it back…” he murmured, clawlike fingernails tearing into the fabric of the bed as his hands clenched with restraint. “Once I’m inside, I don’t leave easy…” he warned.

You felt your pulse thrumming in your neck, your warm-blooded heart pounding away against your ribs. Despite your slight apprehension, you forced yourself to look him in the eyes. You responded with as strong a voice as you could manage, “I don’t want you to leave.”

This small, sincere admission had an instant effect—his entire body going rigid. He stared down at you, eyes intense and imploring. Something vulnerable flickered in those silver pools, and his breath hitched.

“S’that so?” he quietly replied with a ragged breath.

“Yes,” you exhaled, your eyes fluttering shut. “…I trust you.”

You didn’t dare let yourself see his expression, keeping your eyes firmly closed as you waited for what would either be acceptance or the tearing of teeth into the flesh around your carotid. You felt his weight shift slightly over you, dipping down low into you…

And then the ghost of a touch graced your lips. He tasted like copper mixed with something earthy, and you felt your body relax into the kiss.

More confidently, you raised a hand up to cradle his cheek, pulling him deeper into you. He hummed low in his throat, and nipped gently at your bottom lip. You felt the sharpness of his teeth, but they didn’t break the sensitive, pink flesh. The thrill of something so lethal in the palm of your hand, kissing you with such reverent and hungry passion, made your body come alight.

Heat flooded your system, something slick beginning to wet the insides of your thighs. Remmick pulled away from your mouth, inhaling deeply as he sniffed the air, and his pupils dilated to the size of two large, black coins. “Now ain’t you just the most perfect little thing?” he drawled, trailing kisses and nips down your body.

He made fast work of removing your clothes, and you lifted you hips to assist him as he pulled your pants from your legs. Laid bare before him, he looked absolutely ravenous above you. Your natural predator, and beneath him you were a willing temptation.

Suddenly, the tear of fabric sounded through the air, and soft down feathers began to gently fall through the air. You blinked, stunned as Remmick tore a long strip of fabric from what was once one of your pillows and leaned forward to drape it over your eyes. “Shh,” he cooed. His voice strangely sounded less like a southern drawl, and more akin to something from across seas.

“You said you trust me,” he murmured.

You stilled, craning your neck up slightly to aid him in tying the ends of the crudely made blindfold. Darkness blotted your vision, and now you could only rely on your senses of smell, hearing, taste, and… touch. You felt the bed shift as his weight moved, trailing down lower to the slickened area between your legs.

“Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joesph,” he groaned, his hands gripping tightly into the plump flesh of your thighs. “It’s like your body knows…such a bloody mess for me.” You stiffened at the words, a horrified realization cutting through you like a cleaver. The slick you had felt pooling between your legs hadn’t been your arousal. It’d been your menses. You jolted, humiliated as you moved to sit up and tear off the blind fold, but you were roughly shoved back down against the bed.

“Don’t you dare move, darlin’… I want to taste you,” his voice brokered no argument. You could cry you were so embarrassed, but that mortification soon melted into a perverse buzz of arousal when you felt the first lick drag through your folds. You couldn’t see the wet appendage, but it felt far larger than what was humanly possible.

At the first taste of you, Remmick’s let out a throaty moan, as if it were the most delectable thing to grace his tongue. His hands tightened into your flesh, holding your hips apart to give him unhindered access to his meal. He feasted upon you with abandon, licking and sucking at the bloody mess between your legs. Eagerly he cleaned you with his tongue, until every drop of bloody arousal was replaced by a thin coat of his saliva.

When he’d swallowed the last of it, you felt the tip of his tongue prod at your entrance before thrusting in, desperate to drink as much as he could straight from the source. You let out a loud wail of pleasure as you felt the wriggling, flexing muscle lap at your inner walls, filling you as well as any man might have with their cock.

“Oh god,” you cried, your knuckles bunched into the fabric of the sheets around your head. “Remmick, fuck, y-you—ah, just like that!”

You felt his fangs grazing against your outer folds as he buried his face as deep into your pussy as he could. His nose brushed against your clit with each dip of his head, sucking and thrusting his tongue into you like a man starved.

Your earlier shame long forgotten, you begged and pleaded, whimpering his name desperately as he ravished you with his unearthly monstrosity of a tongue. “Christ—don’t stop, I’m going t-to…” you whined, wanton and unrestrained.  

Spurred on by your sounds of pleasure, he feasted in a frenzy. You felt like you might break apart. Your toes curled and your thighs shook violently even as he held them firmly in place…and then, one weightless moment passed, and you shattered.

You caterwauled so loud that the walls shook, your body spasming violently as you clenched around his tongue. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks, soaking the blindfold—the pleasure was too much. And yet, Remmick did not ease up, continuing you eat you out like a perfect embodiment of gluttony.

Your pussy ached as you were quickly brought to the point of overstimulation. You began to thrash slightly against him, trying to squirm away from the onslaught. He held on fast though, determined to eat his fill until he was satiated.

By the time his enthusiasm ebbed, his tongue dragging lazily up your pussy, your mind was empty and your voice raspy from excess use. He hummed against you, a satisfied sound, before he planted a delicate kiss atop your sex.

Your body was heavy, exhausted and spent, and it was all you could do to simply lay there, panting and twitching. You felt the bed dip again as he crawled back up to you, and gently pulled the blindfold from your eyes.

Your lids were heavy, but you forced yourself to tiredly blink them open. Thankfully the room was still dark, and your eyes didn’t need to adjust much… You turned your neck to look at the lover who’d so thoroughly ruined you, alarmed to see a crime scene of dried blood coating his chin. Despite the vulgar sight, Remmick looked entirely pleased with himself, and leaned in to kiss you tenderly.

You tasted yourself on his lips, and you winced when your sore pussy clenched at the mixed flavor of your blood and cum. “I could spend a lifetime chasing the taste of you and still not have enough,” he hummed reverently, petting your hair as he laid next to you. “Every breath you take from now on is tangled up in mine. Nobody will steal you away from me now.”

You felt a twinge of something in your chest, sensing a dark undertone to his intimate words.