#vampire geto

Most vampires prefer fresh blood to the point where they wouldn't even touch something like that. It didn't occur to you that his infrequent feeding was due to the fact that he drank it cold.

"You know why I'm here." You hissed, fingers grazing a wooden stake in your holster. You had no choice. You wanted to sneak up for a clean kill, but you'd have to fight for it now. You just hoped that the lack of fresh blood in his system would be enough to give you an opening.

"You don't know what you're up against, darling." Geto smiled as he stood.

You brandished a stake, one of four you had on your person. Then you leapt at the vampire, hoping to catch him by surprise. He was too quick, nearly vanishing into thin air and smacking you onto the floor from behind. You quickly pulled yourself onto your feet, stabbing at him as he dodged your attacks. His strength and speed made it easy for him to relieve the stake from your grasp, throwing it out the window.

You watched the stake slip out of your view, the cold air wafting in. The momentary distraction allowed him the opening to grab you by the neck with one hand and rip the holster with the other three stakes off your body, tearing your clothes along with it. He threw the bundle of stakes out the window to join their companion, soon to be buried in the snow.

"Is that it? After all that hard work you did to get here..." Geto looked at you sadistically, eyes wandering your exposed skin as his fingers tightened around your neck.

"Nnh..." Though you struggled to breathe, you choked out a few words. "I'm not... dead yet..."

The vampire admired your tenacity. "Alright, I'll humor you." He dropped you. "Kill me."

Your head pounded as you caught your breath. Your eyes flitted around the room for something wooden to break. The table that sat next to his chair looked delicate. You barely took a step towards it before his claws dragged across your chest. Your already torn shirt was now completely in tatters, your chest now exposed as drips of blood trailed down your torso.

"Don't even think about breaking my things, darling." A light shove was all it took to have you on the ground. He quickly pinned you down, your strength no match for his, though you wiggled in his grasp anyway.

"Gonna... kill you..." You snarled, kicking and squirming.

"What's stopping you?" He chuckled, knowing full well he hadn't even given you the chance to fight back. Why would he? It was adorable how hard you were trying, though.

"Let me go." Your squirming weakened, pain catching up with you.

"I don't think so." Geto eyed your reaction as he dragged his tongue along one of the bloody gashes he left on your chest, trailing over your collarbone as he savored the taste, humming in satisfaction.

The most dangerous thing about hunting vampires was the consequences for failure. If they bit you, their saliva was a powerful aphrodisiac that went straight into your bloodstream. And a vampire as powerful as Geto would undoubtedly have you flooded with desire in no time. Not only that, but it made your body and will weaker.

This was how they controlled their victims.

Even so, as a vampire hunter, you'd had some training on this. They build your tolerance so that weaker vampire bites had no effect. Still, all it took was a more powerful vampire or a higher dose, and you'd be on your knees. It was really only a matter of time.

You could already feel your body reacting to him, though you kept defying him as long as you could. "You think a little spit can stop me?" You chuckled, a bit of a bluff, but it motivated you to attempt to wiggle out of his grasp again.

You were much weaker than before, his tight grasp not budging an inch. In fact, he was able to bring both your wrists over your head and pin them down with one hand.

"Call me naïve, but I do." He smirked, "I know how you hunters love to claim immunity, but I don't think you really understand the gulf between me and the average vampire." He dragged his tongue up another gash, lapping up your spilled blood. As more saliva entered your bloodstream, your squirming became less about escaping his grasp and more about keeping your mind clear.

Your thoughts became foggy anyway, back arching and eyes fluttering before you barked out, "Get off me." Lust still dripped from your words, making Geto chuckle. A last desperate attempt to resist when your body had already succumbed to him.

"Darling," you felt his teeth graze your neck, his tongue pressing your jugular. "There's no way in hell I'd let my prey run free."

Pleasure coursed through you. You ached with desire. He still had your wrists pinned above your head with one hand, the other holding the side of your neck that he wasn't about to pierce. You stopped moving, feeling weak and limp and if you were being honest, really fucking good.

Your will to fight was fading fast. It didn't help that he was so hot and he smelled incredible. You squeezed your thighs together when you heard him chuckle in your ear, teeth dancing lightly on your sensitive skin while he waited for the aphrodisiac to fully kick in. Watching a defiant little hunter like you give in was his favorite part or reeling you in.

"You want this, don't you?" He didn't need to ask, the scent of your arousal was heavy in the room.

"I..." in your brain fog, your head tilted briefly to give his mouth easier access to your neck. "Nn... No..." As if acting on instinct alone, you made a languid attempt to close the space he was occupying, but you were far too weak to hinder him. And you weren't sure you really wanted to defy him anymore...

"I'm getting mixed signals, darling." He grinned, teeth still dragging along your skin. "Answer me one more time." The aphrodisiac had set in like a thick blanket smothering your desire for freedom.

"Answer you..." What was the question? You felt so good, you just wanted more. You wanted him. No, he was a vampire, you had to... why were you here again? Fuck, there was something in your mind you just couldn't grasp... right? Was there? You couldn't think of anything other than him. But it felt so incredible to think about him...

"You want this, yes?" He rephrased a little to guide you to the answer he wanted to hear.

"Yes." Your weak voice echoed without thought. His scent was so decadent. The warmth of his body was so soothing. And the way his teeth punctured your neck was like pure ecstasy. You moaned as he drank your blood, your body limp and pliable in his arms. God this felt so good. Why did you deny yourself this pleasure for so long?

You could feel the fog take over, your mind only a jumble of thoughts now. God, this was so fucking hot. You wanted to fuck him a million times and that still wouldn't be enough. Your eyes drooped and you vision faded, the world around you a hazy memory except for him. And even then, his voice, his touch, it all faded into nothing. The darkness washed over you, replacing your entire being with emptiness.

Geto pulled away from your limp body with a smirk, his lips stained with your blood. "Almost a shame how easy that was, darling."