He watches outside her window as she tosses and turns in her bed. She can't seem to get comfortable; he wonders if she can somehow feel him there or if she's just like this every night. His vantage point is perfect, he has full view of her room. Yes, there it goes, the blanket slipping to the floor. Flash of his bright teeth in the otherwise pervasive darkness. She's not naked, as he'd hoped, but she's not wearing much. He pauses, giving her body attention, paying it the reverence it deserves: only a few scars and it would be perfect. He's tracked her down. Odd for him to have found her despite her precautions, in spite of her careful alias and well guarded anonymity. Little black negligee...
She's fully asleep now, she went to bed over an hour ago. In her deep slumber she won't notice him leaving his post, won't notice him stealthily creeping across her property. Warm night, isn't it? Small knife and her open window is missing its screen. Shhh, a noise. Has she woken? No, he just stepped a little too heavily on the floor. Down the hall, at her bedroom door at last. Well, her bedroom curtain, she has no door. How convenient for him. Sliding inside, his hands itch to touch her, his cock is hard wanting to hurt her. Flash of those teeth again. He appears so innocent when he smiles; he knows this, he uses it-and he's far from innocent. With impossible silence he crosses to the bed; with exquisite skill he relieves her of her scant clothing. Such control! His hands aren't shaking, his breath is even, his heart is pounding, but he suppresses its volume.
She sleeps on. Not for long, he thinks. Not for long. Finally, she's his. He leans down to smell her, take a small part of her into himself. On her neck, a tattoo of what could be a vampyre bite. Next to that a kanji character he doesn't even pause to read. Beautiful art, the ink she's acquired. Soft 'swish' of the knife and the blade finds her throat. Eyes wide open now, filled with fear, of course, but also...is that excitement he sees behind the terror? Lust beneath the surface?
"What will you do now?"
Laters
She's fully asleep now, she went to bed over an hour ago. In her deep slumber she won't notice him leaving his post, won't notice him stealthily creeping across her property. Warm night, isn't it? Small knife and her open window is missing its screen. Shhh, a noise. Has she woken? No, he just stepped a little too heavily on the floor. Down the hall, at her bedroom door at last. Well, her bedroom curtain, she has no door. How convenient for him. Sliding inside, his hands itch to touch her, his cock is hard wanting to hurt her. Flash of those teeth again. He appears so innocent when he smiles; he knows this, he uses it-and he's far from innocent. With impossible silence he crosses to the bed; with exquisite skill he relieves her of her scant clothing. Such control! His hands aren't shaking, his breath is even, his heart is pounding, but he suppresses its volume.
She sleeps on. Not for long, he thinks. Not for long. Finally, she's his. He leans down to smell her, take a small part of her into himself. On her neck, a tattoo of what could be a vampyre bite. Next to that a kanji character he doesn't even pause to read. Beautiful art, the ink she's acquired. Soft 'swish' of the knife and the blade finds her throat. Eyes wide open now, filled with fear, of course, but also...is that excitement he sees behind the terror? Lust beneath the surface?
"What will you do now?"
Laters
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