#vampire!billy

He didn’t need to strain, no, to their human ears they had to yell. His pale hands gripped the metal pole tighter as he sniffed into the heavy air. Filled with so many different fragrances. Perfumes, sweat, the stench of sex even emanated from a few of the private vip booths.

A lilting soft scent wafted over his nostrils. It was airy, sweet but not overpowering. Whatever it was had his mouth watering. It was blood. But not just any. 

He let his sixth sense drift outwards, hoping to pinpoint exactly where the smell was coming from. Ignoring the ache in his stomach, hungering for whatever delicious morsel was unknowingly going to become his next meal.

The next song started and the strobe lights flickered over the packed interior. He could feel the pulse from the DJ booth, the whole floor felt like it was moving as people jumped up and down.

In his earlier days this place would’ve drove him mad. The bursting colors, unconfined smells, the droning music. And the thirst for blood. He would’ve gone mad.

Now it was the only place he could zone out. Far removed from reality. The one place he could fade into the background and pretend. Pretend he wasn’t what he was.

You could feel the buzz start to wear off as you downed your next glass of water, the sweat streaking across your forehead. You brushed at the strands stuck to your face in a futile attempt to cool down.

You could see some of your girl friends still out on the dance floor, the vodka had in fact, helped them dance better. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous penis headbands two of the them wore.

Then Cassie in her short white dress with a ridiculously large sash starting “Same Dick Forever.” The micro veil now very askew on her head. 

“…and three waters please.” You smiled at the bartender. You were doing your best to be the mom friend by drinking less but you knew there was no way to get the group back to their respective apartments if you had to drag them.

Another surge of that intoxicating scent rose up from beneath him, this time a little stronger. It had Billy, craning his neck this way and that searching for its source. 

Outlined in his enhanced periphery he could see another two or so vamps sniffing into the air as well. Red eyes threading through the crowd greedily. 

I don’t think so.

This catch was his. If only he could find them.

“Awwww is this for me?!” Izzy slurred taking the water from your hand. You watched half of it spill onto the dance floor as she regained her balance from holding the cup.

“Yes. Waters all around! Drink up!” Passing the other cups out to your friends and watching them sip something non-alcoholic. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, smacking a palm to your forehead as Cassie took a long swig then made a face, realizing it was actually just water. 

“What gives?!” 

“It’s 3 am, and I promised your fiancé I’d have you home. In one piece.” You emphasized the last part, knowing that would get Cassie to relent. 

“Ughhhhh fine.” But she was smiling, her eyes still significantly glazed. 

“Alright, bathroom break then one more dance until our Uber is here.” You corralled them off to the side as you whipped out your phone, scanning the latest price increase from Uber and Lyft.

It was more than you wanted to pay but you needed to go home, and there were so many people leaving the clubs right now. 

After hitting confirm you could feel it. A cold pin prick crawling up your spine. A quick glance around and you realized no one was touching you, but it felt like it.

All you could see were groups of people dancing as magenta light poured over the establishment in waves. No one. 

Izzy said something to Meg and Cassie chuckled but it was all muffled to you. A loud pounding in your ears, your heart rate kicking up a notch. 

What the-?

Then you looked up to the balcony where the vip booths and other dancing patrons occupied. A man was staring down at you.

Black eyes and raven hair. Pale skin that absorbed whatever new flash of color the strobe lights were sending out. He didn’t blink as you continued to stare at him.

He was handsome. Not the usual handsome you liked, but a cold almost threatening kind. Jaw set on edge and slicked back hair, almost too uniform to be in a club.

The discomfort in your chest growing with each second neither of you looked away. You swallowed thickly, pushing your sweat drenched hair aside, praying a cool wind from one of the fans would wipe away the cold sweat gathering on your skin.

His nostrils flared and you stumbled backwards, knocking into Izzy and the rest of her untouched water toppled to the floor.

“Hey! What gives?” 

“We need to leave now.” 

“Why?” Cassie asked, sobering slightly at the hint of panic in your voice.

“There’s a man up there watching us.” You turned to point but he was gone. You brows drew together. “What the fuck?”

“Oooooookay. How many shots did you do while getting us waters?” Cassie giggled, nudging you with her shoulder.

“None I swear, I just-“ a small beep from your phone rang out, “driver is now arriving. Ok guys, we gotta get out of here.”

It was no small task getting the rest of the bachelorette party out, more like herding cats, but you did it as quickly as possible sparing a few extra glances over your shoulder in the process. 

Billy had pushed away from the railing and was descending the curved stairs down to the first floor. The second he’d spied the girl below he knew it had been her he’d smelled.

Was he planning to kill her? Suck the blood from her body like he originally intended? Why did he feel like that was no longer an option?

Her wide eyes had pinned him to the spot, and an arousal grew within him, the feeling he got when a hot meal was within reach and something else. Something that brought him pause.

The other vamps hadn’t located the exact scent yet so he needed to move before they noticed him gone. There was something delectable about whatever blood ran through that girls veins.

Untainted, pure. Not pure in the traditional sense of white dresses and sacrifices to volcanos, but something deeper. Bloodlines dating back centuries could give off smells unlike anything else.

Reaching out Billy could practically hear her thrumming pulse calling to him through the darkened club. He licked his lips imagining sinking his fangs into that soft skin, her scent overwhelming him.

Drinking deep, that lifeblood coating his tongue. There were so many vital arteries he could choose from. He ached to bite into her thigh, tasting the sweat on her skin in the process.

A roiling in his stomach set him on edge, only this time it wasn’t from hunger.

Some bouncer pushed past him, shouldering Billy to the side and for the first time since he was turned, Billy stumbled. 

Catching the wall only at the last moment. Placing a steadying hand on the bricks to his side, leaning against the cool stone.

A hand shot to his forehead as he felt a shooting pain streak across his vision.

What in hells name?

The Uber pulled up as best it could to the crowded sidewalk. A Prius, way smaller than the picture had looked on the screen of your phone. 

Izzy tripped on the curb sliding into the backseat followed closely by a hiccuping Meg. Cassie grabbed the passenger’s side door before stopping.

“Wait, there’s not enough room.” She squinted into the vehicle. You licked your lips, begging your brain to think of another plan. 

“Sorry ladies, my cup holder doesn’t go up in the back. Damn things stuck, supposed to get it looked at next week.”

The man gestured to  the back seat where sure enough the cup holder had dropped into where a middle seat should be.

“We can wait for another one.” Cassie suggested, hand beginning to loosen on the door handle. 

It was late and if you waited any longer it’d be $300 for any type of transport and be over an hour wait.

“You guys go. I’ll get the next one.” You didn’t want to, but you were the only one sober enough to use the app and the streets were busy enough while you waited for your ride.

“Are you sure?” She looked hesitant, Izzy was already passed out asleep in the backseat. 

“Yes, go. Tell Dan he’s welcome.” You tried to smile reassuringly but it felt forced.

Cassie noted the struggle in your voice but before she could push back, you opened the door and gently nudged her inside. 

“Text me when you get home!” She shouted through the lowered window as the car pulled away.

Shit.

Your fingers felt stiff as you tried desperately to find another rideshare, hell you’d pay through the nose for a cab at this point.

Then you felt it again. That icy sensation tingling along your spine and up your neck.

Whirling around all you could see was throngs of people rushing past into cabs, or onto the next bar that was open. 

A swirling mass of coats, hats, vibrant clothes in the hustle and bustle and then a flash of white. A pale face. A familiar face.

The man who’d been looking down at you from the club. People moved in and out, obscuring your vision of him but there he stood. 

You willed your feet to move, but your body betrayed you in every sense of the word. Run. Move. Anything. 

He was moving towards you now, each movement fluid and calculated. Why hadn’t you just shoved yourself into that damn car with your friends?

What had possessed you to just…not get in?

Somehow the neurons in your body started firing again and you were able to turn tail and run. Bolting as fast as you could down the sidewalk. Weaving in and out of groups of people.

Where the hell were you going? It didn’t matter, you just needed to move. To get out of there as fast as possible. Your sneakers splashing through a puddle as you rounded a corner. 

A small convenience stores lights called to you from just a little ways away. You could get in there and call for help. Call the police. 

Your arm began reaching out even before you could realistically grab the door handle. Fingers stretching, so close!

Then a hand shot out, grasping your wrist and tugging you into the dark alley to the side. You tripped over your own feet, tumbling to the ground, skirt catching on the rusted edge of a dumpster.

The vice remained on  your arm, but now laughter accompanied it.

“Well aren’t you a sweet little thing?” A large hulking man hovered over you, bald, with a stained shirt, beady eyes that seemed to glint red in the moonlight. He smelled sour, a thumping in your chest increased.

As if he could hear the uptick in your heart rate he chuckled to himself. Sniffing the air, bear paw of a hand holding you tightly.

“You smell delicious.” You shuddered understanding the implications, tugging your wrist even though it was futile. 

“Let me go!” You screamed even though you were sure no one could hear you. 

“Not a chance precious.” He grinned, an evil look danced across his face, mouth parting and then you could see two glimmering white fangs. Elongating before your very eyes.

Then you knew this was it. It was over. You wouldn’t get to see Cassie get married, see Izzy get her graduate degree, you’d never buy your own house or settle down yourself.

Your eyes squeezed shut waiting for the end. But then you heard a shout and suddenly your wrist was freed and the man before you was rolling across the pavement. 

His own attacker on top of him, the sounds of a scuffle and tearing flesh.

You crawled off to the side, your fingers felt numb against the cold pavement. You could hear the brawl happening to the side of you but you tried to ignore it.

Instead attempting to lift your body up, willing your knees to stop shaking so you could stand. So you could run.

A shout rang out, bouncing off the enclosed space and the bald man stumbled back a few paces. A huge hand grasping the side of his neck where blood was shooting out in spurts.

That ice water chill shot through your veins once more, the dark haired man stood back facing you, panting. His shoulders rising and falling underneath his stained hoodie.

The other man, no- vampire, pulled back eyes darting to yours.

Narrowed as if second thinking his retreat but the snarl that came from your protector-reassured the idea that leaving was the best idea.

The words froze in your mouth, was thank you enough? Could you even form a coherent thought right now? Heart still racing.

The dark haired man looked back at you and the shudder that ran through your body nearly knocked you back to the ground.

Blood soaked the front of his sweatshirt and smeared along his mouth. A mouth that held two sharp canines, equally covered in red.

His eyes looked wild, scratches marred his clothing from the fight. A lump in your throat tightened watching the drop of blood drip from his mouth into a puddle at his feet.

You felt along the wall to your side, desperate to stabilize yourself and begin running again.

You weren't sure how, maybe he could read thoughts, you'd never met a vampire before. But he was on you in less than a blink.

His hands gripped your biceps, pushing your back into the wall behind you. His eyes were so black you couldn’t see the pupil, but when the light caught on them from a passing cars headlights you swore they were red.

Your body was frozen to the spot, limp in his grasp.

“Why do you smell so goddamn good?” He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, snarling against the heated skin. 

His scruff scraping against you, his tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up the column of your throat.

The noise that escaped your mouth must have pleased him, because you could feel him muffle a sound of amusement against you.

Billy had been a vampire for so long now, years of practice controlling his hunger and urges but this girl seemed to unravel all that. 

If he’d been newly turned he would’ve torn into her throat without a second thought. Allowing the hot blood to flow unencumbered into his mouth. 

It took almost all his control to not just bite and drink all that he could. Pulling back, his once slicked back hair now falling into his face. 

Framing his pale skin and dark blood red eyes, fangs protruding as he huffed a laugh at her expression. He must’ve been quite a sight. Torn from the pages of horror comics.

Her heart was thundering in her chest, those gorgeous eyes wide and beautiful full lips parted in fear but, hell, what would they look like parted in ecstasy?

Billy could feel his pants becoming tighter just at the thought. No. He needed a taste. Something to whet his appetite, nothing lethal. 

His thumbs rubbed at the exposed skin on her arms where he held her firmly in place. 

“Please let me go.” She stammered, it was soft, pleading. It tugged at a long forgotten part of him that remained from his time as a human.

It almost worked.

“No I can’t do that. Not yet.” 

Leaning in Billy kissed the side of your neck. Sucking a long slow spot where your shoulder met in a delicate crease. Another delicately placed kiss to the clavicle, working his way up to nip at your ear.

Your treasonous body relaxed into his grasp, turning to soft putty under those strong hands that still held you in place. 

His eyes fell shut, smothering a groan against your skin as he could smell your own arousal dampening between your legs.

Why was this girl making things so much harder for him?

Some vampires chased their prey, claiming the fear and adrenaline pumping through their victims bodies was the closest they could get to a high they had experienced as humans.

Billy disagreed. Pleasure tasted so much sweeter than fear. That metallic tang was pleasant when you were a newbie. A fresh kill that had you feeling dangerous and all powerful.

But desire? Lust? There was no comparison. It trumped all other emotions flooding the system when he fed. It made him feel truly alive and lulled his generous donors into a blissful relaxed state.

In a swift movement, he had your hands pinned overhead. Holding them tight against the brick wall. He was so close to you now, his breath scattered the few stray strands of hair that had fallen over your shoulder.

A strong muscled leg inched between your own, spreading them apart millimeter by millimeter. You bit your bottom lip so hard it drew blood. 

Dark eyes immediately darted to your face, sniffing the air once. All while keeping both your hands pinned with his inhuman strength, the other hand drifting to capture your chin.

Holding it in place before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You cursed yourself as shockwaves of pleasure soared through your bloodstream. Both of you moaning at the sudden sensations.

“Are you going to kill me?”

The man before you pulled back at that. Eyes that had been fixed on your lips now lazily drifting over the rest of your face before making contact with your own. 

His thumb grazed your lip that was now swollen from where he’d sucked the rivulet of blood free. 

“No.” He paused, as if to say something else but then thought better of it. At that you felt your body relax, sinking against his raised leg. 

His knee rose further up, pressing into you firmly enough you gasped at the contact. He bounced it higher, your sneakers scraping desperate for purchase onto the ground, but they no longer made contact . 

To be fair, it would take a trained eye to notice he was following you, he did an excellent job of hiding in plain sight. However an expert eye like yours, could sight him from far enough away. It was easy, but you knew it was only easy because he wanted it to be easy. You didn't even see his face, just hints of his broad shoulders and leather jacket, paired with a gait you would not easily forget, and you knew it was him.

Then, there were the roses.

A single red rose, left beside your head each morning when you woke up. Letting you know he'd been in your place, watching you sleep. No matter how many times you'd moved, how many locks you put, he could get past them all- and leave them all with the appearance of being untouched in the morning.

You knew he hadn't put a finger on you, being a light sleeper meant that the barest hint of a touch, the gentle breath of a whisper could wake you.

Which means that he had to be ridiculously quiet, but that was a given, with the fact that he knew what sound feathers made when they hit the floor.

Still, as you sat in the thundering nightclub, nursing your strawberry daiquiri, you come to the slow realisation that you had no idea how powerful he really was. If he was capable of moving as quickly as he had that night, and being quiet enough to not wake you, you simmer with fear over what he would truly do with the right motivation. You'd heard a rumour that some of the more powerful ones had more powers, and you hoped that Billy wasn't one of them.

The fear changes to butterflies very quickly, when you remember the carve of his muscle and the rock of his hips- and then you're internally yelling at yourself for thinking about it.

God, you didn't actually like him did you?

The stalking was creepy right? It had started a couple of weeks after you'd met him, and it had been two weeks since the roses began appearing. You should be repulsed by the fact that he knew your every move- could hear your every breath- and yet somewhere in the back of your head, you knew you'd be doing the same thing to him if the roles were reversed.

Like two sides of the same coin.

Your blood was delicious to vampires, you knew that, it's what made you a good hunter, but maybe there was an addictive component to it as well, you could only speculate what he was going through each night when he stood over you, watching you sleep.

You definitely weren't going to make it easy for him, already had a game plan in mind that would put him into a deep grave.

You didn't fuck evil creatures of the night.

You killed them.

~

Case in point, you were eyeing your target right now. A beautiful raven haired girl, dancing in the midst of writhing bodies with her next victim in her arms.

He was a gorgeous boy, someone fitting for a pretty girl like her, smiling and carefree but it was all a trap. Every move was designed to allure, and she did that perfectly with the toss of her head and the sway of her hips.

You slip off your bar stool, only needing to pass close enough to show off your delectable scent. Your peripherals catch the way her head swivels in your direction when you move past, and she abandons her boy toy for you.

You hear his offended scoff, as if you didn't just save his life.

She follows you, and she isn't tactile about it, probably young then, too enraptured by the way you smell to focus on being covert.

You take your time, slipping into one of the storage rooms upstairs, pretending to be searching for something among the boxes of supplies. She doesn't make a sound, but you know she's there, you can feel her like a touch, and in seconds, she attacks.

~

You step out of the room,  adjusting your hair and straightening your dress. In the dark light of the club, any specks of blood on your body will be overlooked easily.

You hadn't expected her to have such sharp nails, and they'd done a significant number on your shoulders. But like every other time, a single drop of blood, and she was dazed by the taste. Easy to grab the stake concealed in your shoe and finish her in seconds. You know the cleanup team has eyes on you, waiting for you to leave the area so that they can go in an get rid of any evidence left behind. Unfortunately, vampires didn't turn to ash like they did in the movies, so someone had to go in and get the corpse out.

Your heel wobbles on the sidewalk for a second before it settles and the stake clicks properly into place. You walk to the curb and don't hesitate to hop straight into the grey panel van waiting for you.

You slump into one of the seats, letting the exhaustion finally sink in as you relax.

The pain, which was a dull throbbing before, becomes more and more insistent as the adrenaline drops from your system.

"Scale of one to ten." Ethan asks, coming to sit beside you.

You peek an eye open, frowning at how close he was to you.

"Five." You say, referencing the difficulty scale you'd come up with a while ago.

He grins, and you catch a peek at why vampires would be drawn to him. He was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and he moved with an ease similar to them.

He just wasn't your type.

His hand is on your shoulder and you hiss in pain.

"Her nails were sharp." You explain and he looks down at your wounds, reaching for some salve and bandages to begin patching you up.

His fingers are nimble and precise, and he asks permission to unzip your dress to get better access to the slashes on your shoulder.

You stay quiet, only hissing occasionally when it stings a little too much.

He works quietly on you, and when he's done, he gives you a firm pat that makes you grunt in pain and look back at him in displeasure.

His smile is cheeky, and he raises his hand to push some of your hair away from your face.

The van slows to a stop and your body presses against his for a moment before you're standing and stepping out without a word.

~

The old brownstone building echoes as the door closes behind you, and you find Ethan waiting on the front porch with a cigarette in hand.

"How was it?" He asks.

"Fine." You sigh, "Hoping they'll stop this soon."

"Well, they're just trying to make sure you don't fuck up like last time."

You grunt out a sigh.

"Look, I just took on more than I could handle, okay? It wasn't a big deal."

Ethan narrows his eyes at you, following as you walk to your car that's parked two blocks away to preserve secrecy.

"Don't be naive, Y/N. You faced down a vampire stronger than we've ever seen before and the most you came back with was a couple of bruises and bites." His hand reaches out to stop you mid stride and you look up with a frown.

"Does that not seem weird to you? I've seen fledglings go feral at the scent of your blood, and you expect me to believe, you expect everyone to believe that you got the upper hand just long enough to get away?"

You study him for a long moment, thoughts flying through your brain.

"Wow, Ethan, it kind of sounds like no one trusts me."

He doesn't meet your eyes.

"Wait a minute. Then why?" You ask, throwing your hands into the air and walking away from him.

"Why protect me, why send me out on jobs and keep me safe if you think I'm the enemy now?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He says, and you stop, spinning around to face him. He pulls up short when you swivel on him.

You blink at him for a few seconds.

"I'm bait?"

A nod of his head.

"You're bait." He confirms.

"Why would I be bait?"

"Because we think he's marked you."

You didn't know what that meant.

"It's something older ones can do, pick a human to keep as a slave, prolong their lives and keep them like pets."

You jerk at the information, and you were kind of scared at how much sense it made.

You turn away from him and keep on walking.

"That makes no sense. Why didn't he take me when he had the chance? Why wait?"

A grunt from behind you.

"Because he's a sick fuck that likes a hunt, probably. Filthy bloodsucker."

You turn the corner and see your car nearby.

You tug the driver's door open and Ethan's hand pops out from behind you to press it shut.

"I trust you, I really do. I'm the reason you got back into jobs so quickly."

You turn to face him, he steps in closer to cage your body against his.

"Really?" You ask.

His fingers on your chin and you know that he's going to try to kiss you next. You also know that he's going to struggle to take 'no' as an answer.

You wonder briefly if Billy is watching, from a building nearby or from the street corner a few metres away.

"Really," Ethan's voice dips to a seductive timbre, "I only want to keep you safe."

He doesn't allow you to respond, before his lips descends onto yours.

The passion is one-sided, but you doubt he even notices. You give him a gentle push, a groan of protest but he's insistent.

"Relax for me." He breathes against your lips, as you continue to try and push him away.

"Stop." You sigh, but you know you need to put more effort into your denial to get him to relent.

When his hands begin to drift over you, you finally decide to put a stop to this.

You give him a hard push, and he pulls back slowly. Your breathing is laboured as you look at each other, his head tilts in confusion.

"Sorry, E, not tonight." Is all you say, giving him a smile before you've slipped into your car and driven away.

There's a voice in the back of your head, stating a fact, that you may have just condemned him to death.

~

You shut your apartment door closed behind you, and freeze.

You can taste the charge of power on your tongue, feel it on your skin as if its a physical presence. There's also the metallic smell of blood permeating the air. You know it's him, sitting somewhere in your apartment, giving you an idea of the power he holds.

You take a look at the door, debating whether you should get out while you still can, run as far away as possible.

He'd just find me again, you think.

You turn away from the door decidedly. There would be a showdown tonight, one way or another. You drop your keys and your bag, kicking off your shoes.

You make him wait, grabbing a drink of water from your fridge to chase the dehydration from your body. Your shoulders still sting from your earlier confrontation tonight.

The sound of your footsteps echo through your tiny place, and you wonder which one of you is going to make it out of this apartment alive.

You push your bedroom door open. He's right where you expected him to be- sitting against your headboard, one leg extended and the other bent to put him in a comfortable position.

He's as beautiful as always, the scars on his face give him that dangerous and alluring edge and you can feel your lower regions tingle with excitement.

His mouth is slick with blood, an amused smile on his face as he takes another bite of the human heart in his left hand.

His right hand holds another red rose, twirling it around his fingers.

Of all the things there are to unpack about his appearance, you focus on the most irritating thing first.

"You're wearing your dirty boots in my bed." You say in annoyance.

The corner of his mouth lifts in amusement, and he takes another bite into the heart, as easily as he bites into an apple, chewing slowly. You give a little shudder internally at what you imagine the texture to be like on your tongue.

"How did you find me?" You ask in a quieter tone.

"Oh please." He finally says when he swallows, "I could find that wet little cunt anywhere."

Your heart beats in your chest. He was right, you were wet.

You want to ask him so many things, but instead you let your anger take control of you.

You attack just as he swallows his last bit of heart.

You grab a stake concealed on your dresser, taking a few steps toward him until you've got the pointed end pressed to his chest. To get enough leverage, you have to climb onto the bed and hover your body over his.

He gives you a bloody grin in response, fangs protruding before your eyes.

"Does that make you feel more comfortable?" He asks.

You don't respond, opting instead to press the point deeper into his chest over his blue t-shirt.

He lets out a low grunt, and suddenly he's leaning up, the stake piercing his skin as you feel his hands grip at your bare thighs, maneuvering you into his lap with one careful tug.

His shirt blooms with his blood, but he doesn't look concerned about it. Your lips part when you feel the stiffness of his erection against the inside of your thigh. You fight the urge you have to grind your body against his, knowing that you'd never be able to live that down.

"Gonna kill me now?" He asks measuredly.

"Of course." You murmur, focused on the point pressed precariously to his heart.

The slick blood on his hands is transferred easily to your thighs, wiped in streaks along the base of your dress.

"Will you give me a little goodbye gift then? A last meal?"

You roll your eyes.

"There's no way I'm ever letting you bite me again."

A look of amusement slowly grows on his face and before you know it, he's giving you a toothy grin.

He grabs the stake, forcing it away from his chest and ripping it from your grip. A flick of his wrist and it's tossed to the other end of the room.

You lose control fast.

He pushes you to your back and with inhuman strength and speed, he grabs your wrist, winding the metal of the headboard around it. While he's distracted, you manage to slide your foot up between your pressed bodies so that you're able to kick him away.

He falls back but recovers quickly, standing beside the bed and looking down at you as you realise how securely he'd bound you to the bed.

You tug, and then tug again, feeling your wrist ache as you try to pull it free.

He chuckles.

"Don't move, gonna wash this swill from my mouth to get a good taste of you."

"Fuck you." You hiss when he's at the door.

He pauses, looking back.

"If you want."

And then he's gone for the moment.

Oh shit, oh shit, is all you can repeat to yourself as you try to tug your arm free from the twisted frame.

What did you get yourself into? Why didn't you kill him when you had the chance?

And the heart? Was it Ethan's? Did he really kill Ethan that fast and beat you to your house?

Fuck

Fuck

You were so dead or worse...

The door shutting draws your attention and you turn back to look at him.

He's lost his shirt, and he toes off his boots, never breaking eye contact with you.

Your eyes skim his bare chest, with its raised scars and small patches of hair. It reminds you of the last time- when he'd taken you against your will and left you empty and aching for more.

Was he going to do that now? Take you like he'd done before? Or worse, turn you into a pet like Ethan had said?

He takes a deep breath and smiles, you cross your legs trying to mask the scent of your arousal.

"Think that's going to stop me?" He asks slowly. Pressing his palms to the bed and crawling his way toward you like a predator hunting prey.

"Every night, I stand over you, and I think about the way you tasted." He hovers over you now. His fingers trail over your thigh and you flinch at the touch. He runs his tongue over his teeth and you absently notice that all hints of blood are gone from his lips.

"My sweet little morsel, dripping for me and only me."

He siezes your jaw suddenly and you grunt in pain and surprise, a twitch of your mouth as you eye him angrily. Your free hand presses against his shoulder to try and push him away to no avail.

"And no one, touches you. Do you understand me?"

Your stomach flutters.

"Go to hell." You grit out.

He looks amused.

"You think you're so much fucking better than me?" He asks carefully, releasing your jaw and tracing his hands lower, his fingers clawing into the tops of your dress, stretching the seams and letting it rip slowly as he tears it to shreds.

"What? Because you don't drink blood you think you're so superior? Think you deserve to keep this cunt for yourself?"

He leans down, having fully wrenched every scrap of your dress from your skin, leaving you in your underwear, exposed, for this being, who is more monster than man, to touch.

"Newsflash baby," his breath in your ear, "You're a murderer just like me."

"Fuck you." You hiss.

His hands smooth over your skin, and you wriggle in protest, trying to pull away from his exploring hands. They grip your shoulders and paw at your breasts over your bra before sliding down your thighs.

"Pretty little huntress, spitting fire with her mouth while her cunt drips with need."

You shiver as his hands slide down to the edges of your underwear, you try to stop him with your free hand.

When pushing him doesn't work, you slap him, across the face making your your nails leave red welts behind that heal as quickly at they're made.

"Fiery little thing, aren't you?" He murmurs, reaching up to remove your bra, your free hand is no match for his iron grip.

"How many of us have you killed?" He asks, making casual conversation as his hands smooth over your bare thighs and hook under the silky fabric of your underwear.

When you don't answer immediately, he looks up at you with angry eyes, gripping your thighs almost painfully in warning.

"One a month since I was twenty-two." You gasp, not seeing the need to hide something so irrelevant.

He does the math in his head.

"Minus you." You add in quickly and he smiles.

"Minus me." He mocks, finally pulling your underwear free from your body.

He stares at your lower half for a long time, before dropping his head to your mound and taking in a deep breath.

You try to pull away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but he grabs your legs and spreads you open so easily, you barely stand a chance.

You try to push him away again with your free hand, which leads him to give you a wicked smile, pulling his belt free to restrain your hand, but not before tapping the cool leather to your cheek.

He gives a toothy grin when you try to pull your hands free, and you realise that he enjoys your helplessness.

"Good," he murmurs, spreading your legs open and pushing your thighs up toward your stomach.

"Now I can eat this little pussy for as long as I want."

"Fuck you," you grit out.

He gives you a grin when he sees you clench around nothing.

He keeps his eyes locked to yours as he drops his head.

The first swipe of his tongue makes you groan, your muscles relaxing against your will, easily taken by the pleasure.

God, his tongue is good, lapping at your clit, licking into your entrance, your bliss is involuntary and you shiver, with the desperation of your resistance.

The worst part is that he moans loudly when his tongue pushes into you, and you think he must be the best actor in the world- to pretend that he loves the taste of you so much.

You resist making a sound as much as you can, settling for panting and small whines when he uses just the right pressure on your clit. His tongue circles your aching bud, and you sigh when you remember how amazing he is at this. You can't focus on anything else, too hooked on the way his tongue moves in just the right way every time.

Your body tingles, your eyes squeeze shut and you come hard in the next moment, thighs shaking where he presses them open.

He doesn't stop, fucking his tongue into you, you can barely feel it, the appendage too soft and pliable to elicit any real pleasure, but he lets out another passionate moan and you can't help clenching around his tongue.

Then, his lips are back on your clit, licking, and kissing, and making the most obscene sounds possible while he takes what he wants.

He doesn't stop when you come a second time, or the third.

It takes your fifth orgasm for him to raise his head.

By now, your eyes are wet with tears, the pleasure and overstimulation beginning to set in.

"No more, please." You plead, but his only response is a gentle kiss to your lips, the wetness on his face smearing onto your chin as he reaches up to remove your bindings.

You can hardly move, your body is unable to support itself when you finally get free.

"Sit on my face, huntress." He says, before settling his body on the bed.

You sniffle.

"C-can't."

He's not listening to you, maneuvering your body anyway, and you can't resist his guidance.

"Of course you can, silly, I don't need to breathe and I want your thighs glued to my ears."

You sniffle, and huff, reaching out to grip the headboard, pressing your cheek to the cool metal surface, begging it to support you while he takes what he wants.

You look down between your thighs, seeing the top of his face, looking up at you for a moment, eyes flashing red before his tongue is on you again.

You whine, gripping the headboard tighter as his tongue licks over your clit.

The euphoria is blinding, you simultaneously want to pass out and rock your dripping cunt on his face in hopes that it teaches him a lesson.

You can't stop yourself from saying his name, unsure of what you're asking for.

He groans, hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer to his face.

He eats you like a man starved, like you are the last fruit on earth and he's been hungry for days. You try to focus on anything else beside the movement of his tongue but you fail at that.

You let out a choked sob as you cum, your spine stiffens and your body trembles, but he just keeps going.

Each time you come, his tongue gets gentler and gentler on your clit, to avoid the sharp pain of overstimulation. He keeps you on his mouth for what feels like hours, until you're sure you're going to pass out from the pleasure.

At one point, you decide to rock your hips on his face, hearing him groan, feeling his hands encourage the motion. You sigh, grinding your pussy onto his tongue, a sound of surprise when he pushes two fingers into you easily.

The mixed motions of him licking at your clit while his fingers fuck you slowly has you almost slumped over.

"Pleaseeee," you groan, "More."

He takes this as an invitation, pumping his fingers into you faster and you sob, knowing another orgasm is imminent. He hits the right spots, every time, and at this point you're just going through the motions.

You shiver when you come, your hips make involuntary movements, and his tongue is there, lapping at your clit through the orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head, you feel his fingers slip out of you easily. You feel boneless, scrambling to grab the headboard once again, but pretty sure you're going to pass out if he keeps this up.

How long have you been sitting on his face? You don't have any grasp of time. He grips your ass this time, pulling your hips back to his face, you can feel the slick wetness of the fingers that were just inside you, leaving trails of your come on your skin.

You try to resist this time, making an attempt to dismount his face, to stop his lips from meeting your clit, but you're just not strong enough. He grips your hip painfully in warning, before pressing your heated pussy to his tongue once more.

You let out a soft cry, trying to extract your body, wiggling your hips, but it does nothing.

Billy holds you in place, fucking you with his tongue, over and over again.

Finally, when you're too blissed and shaking to hold yourself up, your vision goes dark. You're vaguely aware of your head thumping against your soft pillow as you pass out.

Everything is blurry when you come to, moaning in surprise when you feel him push into you for the first time. Any resistance your body has, is gone, washed away by his tongue, and you gasp when you feel the delicious stretch as his cock fills you.

He takes his time, making a place inside you for himself with each little move of his hips.

"My favourite place." He murmurs, and you're not even sure that he's talking to you.

You whine, clenching around him, sharing the sentiment of his groan.

It feels like you're burning from the inside, the pleasure consuming every thought you have with each press of his cock.

You can barely move a limb, gripping the sheets tightly as he fucks you.

His fingers reach up to grip your throat, and your eyelids flutter.

"How's it feel to have a filthy bloodsucker like me deep inside you?"

Truthfully, it was the greatest sex in the fucking world, and the idea of that alarmed you into sensible thought.

"Fuck.... you..." you gasp out, feeling his fingers tighten around your neck for a brief moment, before releasing.

You shouldn't want this so bad, you shouldn't feel distraught with the thought of him stopping... but you are.

His naked body against yours and all you want to do is hold him close and beg him not to stop.

The emotion chokes you, the power of his thrusts disorient you, and the next thing you know is that you're coming with a hoarse cry around his cock.

"Good girl." He whispers in your ear, and you sob, hands leaving the wrinkled sheets to press into his cool skin. One hand on the back of his neck, keeping his face pressed to your body, the other hand grips his hip, encouraging his harsh thrusts.

You feel him kiss your neck and shoulders so gently, and you think he may bite you but you don't think you care as much.

Your ankles lock together around his hips, his name is a prayer on your lips and his body is the centerpoint of your world.

You make small gasps every time his hips meet yours. Your legs tremble and you let out another broken cry when you come.

He finally pulls back for a second, dark eyes meeting yours to study your fucked out form.

"Are you-" you gasp, struggling to say the words as your body continues to tremble with waves of burning pleasure.

"Are you going to kill me now?" You ask, looking up at him through watery eyes.

You gasp when he flips you over, grabbing a pillow to tuck under your hips before he's inside you once again, the squelching sound of your wet cunt readily accepting him.

"I should, shouldn't I? You've killed so much of my people." His hands ghost over the bandaged scratches on your back.

"I should have killed you weeks ago." He murmurs, and you sigh, defeated.

His hand sinks into your hair, pulling your head up and you moan at the sting, he forces your pliant body to arch for him.

"Wanna know a little secret, huntress?" He says, lips pressed to your ear, his cock rocking little by little inside you.

"I don't want to kill you. From the moment I saw you, I knew that you were mine."

The words send a wave of bliss down your stomach, scattering like sparks down your body.

His.

It shouldn't feel so right.

He's your enemy. He has to be.

Why are you pushing your hips back on his cock?

He grunts.

"That's it baby, fuck back on me... you're not going to be able to walk after this."

You didn't think you could walk right now.

His hips slap against yours, as he suddenly sets a brutal pace, finally seeing what sort of pleasure vampires were truly capable of giving.

His pace is harsh, fast, your eyes roll back in your head as you're pretty sure his cock is going to kill you.

You can't make a sound, can't move a muscle, all you can do is take and take and take and take and take and take-

You feel a strong wave of pleasure when you finally come, somewhere in the back of your mind, you're aware that he comes too, a loud roar of bliss as his hips stutter. Your body quivers violently, and you can do nothing except allow it to overwhelm you in the best way. You're vaguely aware of the feeling of him filling you, you can feel his come, as it's pumped into you, a little cooler than your internal body temperature.

He slips out, falling into bed beside you and pulling your body to his so that you're wrapped in each other still.

"You didn't bite me." You murmur, in realisation, meeting his eyes.

He smiles, the scars on his face crinkling adorably.

"I didn't need to." He whispers back, a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek.

But you promised you would, you think, unable to formulate another sound, falling asleep, pressed against him.

~

Sore.

It's what you first feel when you come to.

Aching.

Everything fucking aches.

The only thing that doesn't hurt is breathing, taking slow breaths, humming in discomfort as you move, finding a more comfortable spot in bed before relaxing again.

You don't remember your bed being this comfortable, you feel like a gooey puddle, sinking into the soft sheets, feeling like you've become one with the bed.

A satisfied sigh, followed by more sleep.

~

A hand in your hair, his fingers massaging into your scalp. You sigh, loving the comfort.

"You've been asleep for a while. You should eat."

You give a groan of complaint and you hear him laugh.

You peek an eye open at him, and you gasp, forcing your body to sit up and look around.

This wasn't your room.

"Where am I?" You ask, turning to look at him accusingly. You climb out of bed, your knees buckle momentarily, but you're able to recover.

"My place." He answers simply, and you look down, finding yourself in an oversized shirt, probably his.

"You kidnapped me." You say accusingly.

"Yup." He confirms, as if you're talking about the weather.

You give a shake of your head.

How could you be so stupid?

You're out the bedroom door in seconds.

His place is a penthouse apartment somewhere in upstate New York, by the quick glance you take out of the windows.

"Where are you going?" He calls from behind you, and you pause to look back at him.

"I have to go back. They'll be looking for me."

Especially if they realise Ethan is probably dead. You were technically the last person to see him alive.

You get the front door open an inch before his hand is pressing it shut.

"You really think they're going to let you live if you go back to them? They were using you as bait. They'll kill you on sight if they suspect you've been compromised."

"They're my family. They'll understand."

"They make a living out of killing innocent people."

"No one we kill is innocent." You argue.

"Oh please," he says, pushing away from the door, you turn to look at him as he walks away from you.

"They train you to hunt and kill the first vampire you find. They don't care if the vampire doesn't kill humans. Once they have fangs and red eyes, they're the enemy."

"Vampires kill people." You say, taking a step toward him and he laughs.

"Do you really think it's that black and white? Of course you do, all vampires are bad just like all humans are good, right?"

You give a little shake of your head, too disoriented for an ethics lesson from a murderer.

"And you didn't kidnap me from my home to make me your little human pet? Don't act like you're the better person here because we both know that's bullshit." You retaliate.

Another shake of his head. He doesn't face you, looking out at the window instead.

"More lies from an organisation that wants to control you. We don't enslave people... we choose..." his voice trails off, but you step toward him angrily, eager to hear what he has to say.

"What? You choose what? Prey?" You ask.

He doesn't meet your eyes.

"Mates."

You step back.

No way. This wasn't happening.

Your heart squeezes in your chest, you glance at the door.

"Why don't you hear what I have to say, before you try to leave? Maybe eat something too while you listen."

You hesitate.

"You're not going to just let me leave, are you?" You ask cautiously.

He grins at you.

"Definitely not, huntress, but maybe hearing me out means you stay willingly."

"And if I don't want to hear you out?" You ask.

"I can find other ways to use my mouth that I know you'd like."

You press your thighs together at the thought and he gives you a smug smile.

"Fine," you murmur in defeat, "Lead the way."

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