#vampire blade

the familiar landscape of your bedroom seems staged, despite nothing being out of place. you hold your breath, the air carrying a subtle current—faint dried leaves—a scent that does not belong here among your laundry and clothes. a shadow by the closet is too deep. you stare at it, and it seems to stare back, a pool of absolute darkness that drinks the light around it. your own pulse becomes a frantic drum in your ears, a loud, vulnerable rhythm you are suddenly desperate to hide.

then, you feel it. pressure. the attention of a focused gaze on the beating vein in your throat. it feels like a cold fingertip resting gently against your brain. there’s no malice in the touch, not yet. you want to move, to scream, to reach for the light, but your body is leaden, caught in the slow and thick syrup of dread. the only thing you can do is lie there, listening to the deafening thunder of your own heart.

“do not be afraid.” the darkness speaks, low and gentle. there’s a sense of calm in the way it articulates each word, so your body betrays your judgment. you recognize this feeling, this voice, you recognize the shadow that engulfs all light from your sight. you embrace it, alas.

his hands around you, cold and lifeless. moving in familiarity like they knew every inch of your skin, his breath hovers over the most sensitive parts of your neck, exposing your vulnerability to a hunger so vast it feels like stillness.

“it’s just me” he says, golden eyes finally meeting yours. his soft hair tickles against the palm of your hands, a provoking urge to run them through it, and you listen.

“is it?” the dread doesn’t fade, and your instincts aren’t all soothed just yet. jingyuan sighs and shakes his head slightly, his body tenses up a second too long for you to notice. his presence shifts into a ripple of cold that is almost… protective. the weight receding a fraction, like a guardian turning to face a new threat.

and then he arrives.

corruption at its finest. the scent grows thick and metallic, tasting of wet pennies and old blood at the back of your throat. it carries the cloying sweetness of decay beneath perfume, the rot of roses in a sealed coffin. the shadow he casts bleeds; it's a stain that seeps from the corner by your door, spreading like a bruise across your walls, and he pressures too. he slithers across your cheeks, your neck, the back of your hands, a sensation of being slowly smeared with something foul. you feel seen in the worst way, assessed, inventoried, portioned out. it’s messier than usual, wrong.

jingyuan perks up beside you the moment blade’s physical form manifests on top of you, ready to lunge at your throat. he raises his forearm up to blade’s mouth, letting him bite and take from his own blood instead. the dark-haired growls in frustration but doesn't stop. you adjust your position to a sitting one once a few droplets of blood start falling on your face. you wipe them off with your fingers and stare.

“there you go. easy now.” jingyuan encourages blade, the latter tries to growl in annoyance but it ends up turning into a low whimper. his breathing slows, and he settles more comfortably half-straddling you, he starts licking up his mess from jingyuan’s forearm when he notices the drops on your hand, and brings it up to his lips to kiss it away.

he’s definitely calmer now, the mara-driven bloodlust resting to a foggy thought, and you can tell he's satiated, albeit not so happy that his meal wasn't you instead. he looks at your flushed face and eyes that shy away from his, characteristically unimpressed. he leans in then, pressing his forehead against yours.

“you missed me, right?” it comes off less than a question and more as a matter of fact. you barely miss the way he holds his breath for your answer nonetheless. you nod gently.

“admit it out loud then.” his voice comes out as a hushed annoyed grumble that triggers a small giggle out of the white-haired by your side, jingyuan moves to sit more comfortably beside you, grabbing your hand on his own and bringing it up close to his face. he starts placing soft, gentle kisses up your arm. he feels the rushing of your blood flowing through his entire body just by the mere contact of your skin.

“i missed you.” you whisper. blade huffs and buried his face in your neck and licks, you freeze. “stop teasing,” jingyuan scolds half-mindedly. “‘m not.” blade responds before taking a deep inhale, he’s too full to actually bite, but you won't ever stop being so tempting. you bring your free hand up his back and bury your fingers into his hair, relinquishing in the way he utterly melts against you.

on the other hand, jingyuan keeps kissing your arm. slowly, as if the adoration he harbors would be enough to break you if he ever were to release it all at once. “why is it you that always gets to bite?” blade asks, nose deep in your neck, hands possessively around your waist. jingyuan lets out a deep hum of faux contemplation, seemingly uninterested to bring his attention to anything other than you, his eyes are closed, focusing on your pulse throbbing inside his head.

he can’t help but lick the inside of your wrist too, and he gives an open-mouthed gasp as he opens his eyes to silently plead for your mercy. you give him a single nod, and you see the physical restraint he had been practicing this entire time fade away in an instant.

he leans in, face dangerously close to yours. he studies your expression with a small grin, from the way your eyes widen at the sudden proximity, to the sight of his lips becoming too tempting to tear your gaze away. he’s amused, and he is but a breath away from kissing you before deciding to lower his head down to the unoccupied side of your neck. you close your eyes once he starts kissing you there, and blade doesn’t stay behind.

you know better than to squirm around at the sensation, in fear of deepening the wounds inflicted. so you remain as still as possible, letting your body drift away from this realm, and drown in the waves of pleasure shooting from the tip of your toes to your head. jingyuan’s tongue making sure not a single drop goes to waste, while blade takes it upon himself to distract you from the slight sting of fangs with kisses on your temple, always a bit harsher than intended.

some would refer to you as a bloodbag,—if anyone were to find out, that is—but you’re more than happy to be in this position, that’s why they chose you. you wouldn’t mind dying doing what you love, would you?

When nobody answered you after your third call out, you kept walking.

You heard another loud noise, as if a bolder dropped straight into a big pile of leaves, trembling the ground you stood on.

Frozen in fear, like a deer, you stand in the middle of a plot of dirt surrounded by the thick trees and shrub.

Your eyes open wide and your hands balled up in fists, you survey the area until you find the source of the sound.

A tree, wounded with a big chunk missing from the side.

It still stood tall, but reckoned to snap if it had been torn just a few more inches towards the unbent side.

You wondered who could have caused such destruction, or rather what.

You would find out soon enough, when you examine the tree to find streaks of blood scattered over earthen hide.

Following the trail you discovered the remains of some animal.

Well that’s what you think it was, it had been mangled and torn in such a brutal manner there was no way to identify exactly what it could have been.

As you tried your best to figure it out, a black shadow stalked you from afar.

Red orbs visible with stillness behind a tree, slowly growing larger in your view as it approached. The dimness of the atmosphere cloaked it well.

You stepped back, shoes muddied and heavy as you ran. You ran until you saw the nearest source of light, not bothered to look behind you to whatever was chasing.

Your labored breath became cold and dryed out your throat.

You ran and ran until you found a rather tall and lucrative looking building, somewhat of a mansion or moreso fitting of a castle.

Where the hell did that come from? You’ve never seen anything like it before in all the times you’d hiked in these woods.

You didn’t have much time to question it, but ran right to the door.

It was slightly crept open, so you figured it must have been some kind of open house or exhibit.

You rushed in, shutting the grand door.

As you caught your breath, you almost screamed when you heard a man’s voice right behind you. Who you somehow didn’t see when first stepping in, as if he’d appeared from thin air.

“Good evening.” The man said, burning candle in his hand.

You turned before he could even finish his greeting, a look of utter terror in your eyes.

“Are you well dear? You’re bleeding”

You didn’t even notice, but your knees had been scrapped and dripping blood halfway down your shins.

His eyes lit a shade of red barely able to be detected, or maybe it was just the reflection of the flame? You were quite scared and paranoid after all.

“Oh- I’m so sorry, The door was open and I didn’t know anyone was here- Someone was chasing me.”

“Oh my, are you alright? Come, let me offer you safety tonight.” He beckoned you to follow him, the rays of the small flame from the wax stick guiding you as he most graciously offered you a safe heaven in his home.

You looked around at the torchlit walls, it felt dark and cold throughout the entire place.

He walked you up 2 flight of stairs, his pace was quite constant throughout, almost like he was floating on each step.

You soon arrived into a hallway full of paintings adorning the walls, hand painted it seemed. So beautiful you had to point it out.

“You have a lovely home- is this artwork all yours?” You ask.

“Yes. I have quite a bit of spare time on my hands, so I much enjoy art.” He answered. The man’s voice was deep and mellow.

You walked down the red carpet hallway to the room all the way to the end, it seemed to be one of the many dozens.

There was a large canopy bed lined with dark lace and wooden upholstery.

“Please, spend the night here until morning. I wouldn’t want you to endanger yourself.”

Before you could even agree to his much eager assistance, he walked over to a box near the fireplace side table and pulled out several glass vials and bandages.

You walked toward him, and sat down per his instruction.

“Thank you- You’ve been so kind to me. Why?”

He chuckled, kneeling down to your level and applying an ointment to the cloth.

“Why? How ever could I turn away such a frightening young lady at my door. There are dangerous things in those woods.”

His tone sounded very concerned, but horrifyingly casual.

“What is your name Sir? If it’s okay to ask.”

“It’s perfectly okay. You can call me Blade.”

“Blade…Nice to meet you” What a strange name.

“Likewise. Now please, allow me.”

You nod, before he dabs a stinging oil to your knee. One by one.

He handles you well, gently.

His cold hands held your calves as he bandaged up your wounds.

He gets up from his knelt position, seeming even taller than he is when he stands from this view.

His long black hair was so dark it seemed blue, ends dipped in a color that resembled the shade of holly berries.

He sat down on the chair opposite of you, his face framed by the fireplaces glow behind him now.

“So tell me dear, what exactly happened?” His voice dripping in concern.

“I…really don’t know. I got lost hiking with my group and I tried to find them, but then I kept hearing weird noise in the forest and I thought it could be them looking for me. But-“

You stopped, reliving the sequence you just ran from.

He waited patiently for you to continue, his sculpture like face and rich eyes giving you their utmost attention.

“I saw blood, and a dead animal, I think a wolf or something could have done it. But there was a man- in the woods. It kept staring at me and getting close. So I ran for a while until I found your- castle?” You chuckle a little, the term house seemed beneath such a grand sanctuary.

“Maybe a werewolf?” The man said, giving you an amused chuckle. He waves his hand, “But anyways…That all sounds very frightening, I’m glad you found me.”

You nod, “As am I” you assure.

Whatever it was you are safe now y/n, very safe.” He took your hands into his own, giving them a positive squeeze with smiling eyes.

You nodded, but soon a hitch in your throat appeared and you felt like your stomach got kicked.

“I never told you my name.”

A smile appeared on his face, “Smart girl.”

His eyes glowed the same shade of sanguine you saw in the forest, chasing you. You could see two sharp teeth sticking past his upper lip, his smirk revealing to you his true identity.

You quickly get up, startled enough to drop the chair behind you and fall back onto the bed.

“Who are you-“ You scream, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he stood slowly and walked toward you.

“I already told you that, didn’t I?.”

He cupped your face, making you look straight up at him.

“Please- don’t hurt me.” You plead, tears now falling from your eyes and staining your cheeks.

“Hurt you? I just tended to your wounds, why do you think I’ll harm you dear?” His voice sounds even lower at this point, and his eyes fiery.

You kick back your leg and retreat further back into the bed, almost yelling, “You’re a vampire-!”

“And your blood smells so deliciously decadent…I almost couldn’t resist tasting you a moment ago.” He crawls toward your frame, his large hands making deep prints into the mattress.

His eyes seemed to glow in a pattern, the color deepening snd glowing slowly as he got toward you.

Your body felt weak, as if magnetic to him. Almost willing to amuse him.

“What are- what are you doing to me-“

“I haven’t done a thing. I’m just increasing the magnitude of your emotions dear. Whatever you feel at this moment is your utmost desire spilling out every orafice in your body.”

You felt your mind whirl, your body get hotter with every inch he grew closer to you.

He soon wrapped his palms behind your back, seating you in his lap.

You felt an animalistic urge settle upon you, breathing even heavier than when you ran away from him earlier.

He grazed his hand up and down your legs, taking off your shoes and socks, rubbing the sore soles of your feet.

“You must get more comfortable my dear, you seem less tense, good.” He says, slowly pressing his lips to yours as you hold his shoulder.

His tongue found yours, warm in contrast to the rest of him; tangling itself in a waltz.

He nipped at your bottom lip and pricked it, tugging at it and licking the blood that drew from it with his tongue. “Virgin blood…You are truly magnificent.”

You felt your face heat up more than your body, his presence making you feel an insatiable hunger for lust.

“Blade- please…I feel-“

“Concupiscent? I can tell, y/n”, he said, his hand trailing up to your thigh and rubbing your heat through your shorts.

You roll your hips at his touch, a small mewl escaping you.

He picks you up and plops you down further back on the bed, your head hitting the pillow softly as his large frame hovers above your body.

“I can be very thorough in relieving your…lustful desires.”

“Please- yes…” You softly gasp, feeling his lips close to your neck before they kiss you.

Hungrily he rips your top apart, as if it were made of paper.

You quiver at his touch, fear set aside and now unrelentingly yearning for all of him.

“You need not worry…I will take, good, good care of you.”

You nod, watching him soon trail his lips down to your exposed chest.

He circles the tip of his tongue around your nipple, taking it entirely in his mouth to hear you moan out; the other in his hand, his hips grinding to meet your heat as he grinds into you through the fabrics keeping you apart.

“You are a marveling beauty.” He adds, his hands finding the hem of your shorts and pulling them right down, along with your panties.

He pulled back, holding your legs apart and examining every part of you, taking in the view of his next meal.

He watched you shyly try to look away, smirking when he saw how utterly messy your cunt was, glistening and dripping juices down to the sheets.

He didn’t waste much time after that, kissing your inner thigh before planting one on your clit.

He made the most deep, sinful noises as he lapped at your cunt, his eyes not breaking contact with yours as he inserts two long and slender fingers inside you.

He seemed to almost gain more pleasure from sucking on your clit than you did, almost.

You reacted like a beast in heat, legs trembling and hands gripping the sheets as your thighs pressed the sides of his face to pull him deeper into you.

You came faster than ever before. Blade sucked every drop out of you, wiping the corner of his mouth before grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.

He kissed you once more, not biting this time. Yet.

Without giving you time to recoup- he shed his clothing and slapped his cock on your folds, slipping it inbetween them to get it ready for you.

“I need to taste you dear…truly taste you.”

“M-my blood?” You ask, feeling even weaker and more lustful.

“Yes” he whispers close to your lips, “You will let me drink from you, won’t you, my little temptress?”

You nod- pulling him close to you as if you’d wither without him.

“You are such an eager woman. I quite like that.” He says, before pushing his entire length deep, deep inside you. You groan, eyebrows furrowed harshly as you experience such a reveling sensation.

“Fuck-“ He breathes, “You’re so tight…do you ache for me so deep? You’re sucking me in so much…such a naughty whore you are.”

He moved in and out slowly, making you feel every vein and along his shaft.

You could feel his breathe on your chest, and soon his teeth.

He sinked them into the top of your breast, sucking the blood out of you ferociously as he rutted inside you faster now, making you cry out as tears rolled down your face in pleasure.

“Ah- Blade!…”

“It will only hurt for a moment…I’ll fuck you so deeply you won’t dare to forget it.” He spouts, his mouth dripping with your blood before going back in to take more.

You quickly notice a mirror behind Blade, you haven’t noticed it before but he wasn’t in it of course. All your blurry vision could attest was your spread apart pussy, gaping with a thick hole as you watched yourself be torn apart in the most delicious way, blood dripping down to your nipple, soon to be licked up from Blade tongue, as your body moved with the rhythm of the bed; snapping out of your trance once you heard his suckling.

He whimpered and moaned as he drank, gripping your ass harder as he thrusted into you at a pace you could nearly pass out from.

So much of your cum created a ring around his cock, squelching noises filled the room and muffled the crackling of the wood in the fire.

His grasp on the fat of your ass deepened, possessiveness overwhelming him.

“You’re mine now. You don’t belong in those treacherous woods, you will stay right here.” He commanded, imaging all the ways he’d ruin your perfect pussy, wrapped around him so well he was convinced you were destined to take him, to be his and his only to fuck, eat, and fill.

In response to his hold, you clenched your walls around him tighter until you felt warm fluid rush into your womb, nodding to his wishes profusely as you release together in the romantically gothic room, your breath huffing as you came down from an intense high.

Blade on the other hand, well the stamina of a vampire is quite impressive.