“Let go of me you creep!” you yelled, trying to stomp his feet, yanking your arms away from him, but his grip was impossibly strong. How the hell can a guy as thin as him be so strong?! No matter how much you struggled he seemed undisturbed. In fact, it was easy for him to bring your wrists together to hold in one hand-

You yelped when his other hand grabbed the side of your face and tilted your head to the side.

“W-what are you-!” your voice squeaked higher than you expected it to be, but you only had a second of embarrassment before you went stock still.

... He had pressed his face into your exposed neck and shoulder. He sighed, his warm breath flowing over your skin like a soft waterfall, making goosebumps break all over your skin.

“You know very well what I’m trying to do, angel.” he murmurs, every word felt on your sensitive neck, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from yelping. It was like you could feel his fangs lengthening against your skin. They grew past his lower lip and grazed you a little.

... You could feel how sharp they were...

“What do you think a vampire’s doing when he’s pressing his face to your neck like this?”

You’re shivering. You don’t say a thing to him, only a whimper escaping your throat, wiggling in his hold.

Victor hums when he hears your whimper, nuzzling into your neck. “Shhh... it’s alright darling. You have to understand I don’t want to hurt you.”

You gasp when he inhales a long, greedy, hungry breath on your skin.

“I love you. I would never put you in danger.”

A chill runs up your spine when he starts placing soft, gentle kisses, trailing from your neck near your hairline to your shoulder.

“... But...”

You can’t stop your squeak when his kisses turn less innocent- open-mouthed and wet. They’re loud, almost sloppy, and you don’t think they’re strictly ‘kisses’ when you feel him sucking on your skin a little; the fingers on your face digging a little into your cheek and his other hand squeezing your wrists.

“I-I can’t help it...” his voice wavers, his breath heavy. “Your blood... I can s-smell it... just under your skin...”

He groans. “I-it smells... so good...”

Your mouth opens but no sound comes out- horror on your face when you feel a tongue- a long tongue. Warm and wet and noisy, sliding from your shoulder to your clavicle, the pointed tip squirming its way under your jaw. Your whole body shudders in disgust as it flicks away from under you, and Victor lets out a long, breathy sigh.

“P-please Victor...” your whole body’s still shaking, you can’t stop shaking- “d-don’t d... don’t hurt me...”

Your stomach drops when you feel him smile against your now-slick skin, the air making it feel cold and making you shudder even more.

“Darling, I told you I won’t hurt you. Not on purpose.”

“Then don’t b-!!”

“It won’t hurt for long.” he suddenly whispers in your ear, lips still wet with his saliva. “I’ve tried so very hard to resist you, but you’re just too much...”

He turned his attention back to your wet shoulder.

“I promise- you won’t feel much.”

A strangled sound comes out your neck when he pulls your head further to the side, like he’s trying to give himself more access to your veins and arteries.

“... Heh,” he sniggers, and you can feel those grown fangs gently drag over your shoulder. “You might even like it.”