Post by }Fay_D._Fluorite{ on Jan 11, 2009 1:16:20 GMT -5
Midnight. The only illumination present was the looming stars that were widespread across the pitch-black veil of night, an the luminescent, round form of the moon. Deep in the forest, all was silent. A very peaceful night in particular, only the restless sounds of wildlife tainted the solemn atmosphere of the dark woods.
Not at all like the interior of the city. On this night, the bars and pubs were at the height of their businesses, as humans wasted the night away in their woe-less intoxication. For some, though, those very vivid scenarios we're not merely a place of enjoyment, but a popular attraction for prey to feed upon.
A girl with calm, blue irises and auburn hair is lead from her bustling sanctuary, smelling strongly of alcohol and cigarette smoke, and into the eerie silence of the evergreens' domain. She is lead very, very deep into the woods, where her previous path is long lost to her. Her mind and her thoughts have been dimmed by a controlled euphoria. As she embarks further and further into the dark unknown, her and the one leading her come to a definite stop. She does not panic as she is being eased against a robust tree, her eyes glazed over with a sense of false security. They who has led her pressed their arms against the bark, on both sides of her, creating a closed area from which she dare not escape. She doesn't scream. She knows the need is there, but she doesn't feel it. All she feels is peace and serenity - purely blissful.
The intoxicated women's half-closed eyes gazed up at the man who brought her to this place. Her vision centered on him, her mind still at rest, and she stared thoughtlessly. Her wandering mind took in his appearance: The intense warmth of his single-orbed, golden gaze, with the menacing slit that would normally stir discomfort within her. She didn't even blink, her gaze now observing his long, pale tresses that seemed to illuminate with the moon's yellow glow upon them. His eye bore into hers, and he was moving closer. Even so, she did not stir from her frozen stance.
Fay came in on his prey, the woman he had ventured into a nearby bar for, his hands moving around her neck as he searched for the most evident vein. Bringing his face up to her neck, lifting her chin as to give him more room, his tongue gently caressing the area of her skin he wished to break, as if softening to it make the job a little easier. Then, in a simple, diligent movement, his vampyric fangs impaled her vulnerable flesh, piercing a very precise vein; the warm, coppery crimson liquid began flowing steadily into the vampyre's mouth. He heard a slight gasp from the girl -consequently, he began releasing a periodic amount of venom into her bloodstream- and it turned into a pleased sigh.
After he drank his fill, and releasing her neck from his grasp, he took a step away from his seduced prey, licking the remaining blood off his lips and fingertips. The girl stared sightlessly, the euphoric pleasure still etched across her visage, and in a sudden, dizzy spell, she fell forward.
Fay caught her as she collapsed, leaning the exhausted girl against the tree, so she could rest and regain her strength. He knew he had taken a little too much blood from the poor girl, his hunger getting the better of him, and thats why she was thoroughly fatigued.
Fay could have sworn he felt another being in the premises, but who could it be?
Not at all like the interior of the city. On this night, the bars and pubs were at the height of their businesses, as humans wasted the night away in their woe-less intoxication. For some, though, those very vivid scenarios we're not merely a place of enjoyment, but a popular attraction for prey to feed upon.
A girl with calm, blue irises and auburn hair is lead from her bustling sanctuary, smelling strongly of alcohol and cigarette smoke, and into the eerie silence of the evergreens' domain. She is lead very, very deep into the woods, where her previous path is long lost to her. Her mind and her thoughts have been dimmed by a controlled euphoria. As she embarks further and further into the dark unknown, her and the one leading her come to a definite stop. She does not panic as she is being eased against a robust tree, her eyes glazed over with a sense of false security. They who has led her pressed their arms against the bark, on both sides of her, creating a closed area from which she dare not escape. She doesn't scream. She knows the need is there, but she doesn't feel it. All she feels is peace and serenity - purely blissful.
The intoxicated women's half-closed eyes gazed up at the man who brought her to this place. Her vision centered on him, her mind still at rest, and she stared thoughtlessly. Her wandering mind took in his appearance: The intense warmth of his single-orbed, golden gaze, with the menacing slit that would normally stir discomfort within her. She didn't even blink, her gaze now observing his long, pale tresses that seemed to illuminate with the moon's yellow glow upon them. His eye bore into hers, and he was moving closer. Even so, she did not stir from her frozen stance.
Fay came in on his prey, the woman he had ventured into a nearby bar for, his hands moving around her neck as he searched for the most evident vein. Bringing his face up to her neck, lifting her chin as to give him more room, his tongue gently caressing the area of her skin he wished to break, as if softening to it make the job a little easier. Then, in a simple, diligent movement, his vampyric fangs impaled her vulnerable flesh, piercing a very precise vein; the warm, coppery crimson liquid began flowing steadily into the vampyre's mouth. He heard a slight gasp from the girl -consequently, he began releasing a periodic amount of venom into her bloodstream- and it turned into a pleased sigh.
After he drank his fill, and releasing her neck from his grasp, he took a step away from his seduced prey, licking the remaining blood off his lips and fingertips. The girl stared sightlessly, the euphoric pleasure still etched across her visage, and in a sudden, dizzy spell, she fell forward.
Fay caught her as she collapsed, leaning the exhausted girl against the tree, so she could rest and regain her strength. He knew he had taken a little too much blood from the poor girl, his hunger getting the better of him, and thats why she was thoroughly fatigued.
Fay could have sworn he felt another being in the premises, but who could it be?
