Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

[Candy_demon21]

"Get back here!" the disembodied voice of a man bellowed from somewhere behind her, "Come on girly, we just wanna talk, don't you trust us?" Wild shouts and yelps followed, bouncing off the walls and filled the young girl's ears.
Beneath her ribs, her heart hammered in frantic time with her breathing. God how long had she been running? Perhaps it had been for several hours. The tight burning sensation she felt in her chest told her it was several minutes, without rest.

Alleyways had begun to blur together, all stone and filled with filthy trash. A soft yelp escaped her chapped lips when one of her worn shoes slipped on some of the melting snow, there was not a cloud in the sky, but the snow had again begun to freeze. With a hard thud, she fell to the ground, a surprised yelp escaping her mouth. Laying flat on her belly, she looked back over her shoulder, feeling the icy water seep through her dirty clothes and begin to chill her completely through. Scrambling to her feet, she winced and looked down at the torn denim. Crimson blood soaked through the dingy fabric and gradually began to drip down her leg; it was warm, but it slowly began to cool, making her shiver. 'Keep running!' Her mind screamed in angry protest as the hooting and hollers grew louder followed by elongated shadows.

With a soft whimper, the raven hair girl pulled herself up to her feet. She wanted to run, but felt she had no energy left. Her body ached, god she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten, she was spent. Painfully, she began to hobbled away, in a desperate act to get away.
"There she is!" Thoe familiar male voice bounced off the walls, this time louder. "No-"She whimpered, hobbling faster towards, where she didn't know yet, anywhere but where she was.

The padding of sneakers cause her heart to leap into her throat. A scream was halted the moment strong arms wrapped around her torso and lock her in an iron grip, the young woman screamed. "Let me go!"She bellowed, kicking her legs frantically to get away, her knee screaming out in painful protest. "Ah look lads, she's trying to get away.The man holding her captive teased, "We just want to get to know you a little bit better is all. Don't you want to know us?"
The question was quickly merited by an ear shattering scream, "Someone help me! Please!" She cried, twisting her torso in an attempt to free herself.
But the iron grip held her firm against the hard form of a body, "Now that's no way to meet someone. Is it? You're being very rude."

One of the men reached out and gripped her face with one of his callused hands, painfully squeezing her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. He was a dark haired man, his thick stubble implied he hadn't shaved in several days. His clothes weren't tattered or filthy like hers, they were clean, even expensive. The local rich kids she reasoned as she looked into limitless hazel eyes, "I think we should teach her a lesson, teach her some manners. You'd like that wouldn't you?" The raven haired girl growled low. With as much strength as she could muster, the girl formed a large wad of saliva and mucus in her throat. Pulling her face free of her attackers hand, she leaned forward and spat the large glob into his face.

A silence stretched between the four, and for a long while the young girl believed she would be released, but the color of her attackers face changed. There was a crimson color blooming through his pale skin, his eyes grew wild with rage. "You little bitch!" he growled, raising a balled fist bringing it down square against her lips. Bone collided with bone, the the young woman believed she heard something crack and give way. In an instant, she tasted the strong coppery taste of blood in her mouth. "We aren't done with you yet! Wake up." One of them growled, his own hand colliding with her face. This made the girl moan and pull herself up, "Please let me go," she whimpered "what did I do to you to provoke your anger?" The three men laughed, "You didn't do anything, we were just bored."

 

[Deviant Desires]

There was a barely perceived whisper of "So was I..." before the violence started.

The speaking man leered in towards the woman. "So, howabout we have a little...!"

And then there was a sudden movement and he stopped talking. His hand clutched at his throat, a gout of blood spilling down his chest. Behind his hand there was nothing but a bloody hole where his throat used to be. Choking on his own blood and gasping for air, he collapsed, his face a mask of death.

The second man whirled around to look for their unknown assailant only to find himself unable to see anymore. His decapitated head bounced with a sickening thud onto the ground, his falling body spraying out blood from his neck like a fountain.

The third man still held onto the woman, his panicked face scanning the alley as if he could spot the whirlwind of death that had taken his colleagues in such a short time. For now, no death came for him and he gripped the woman's clothes as if holding her would give him some safety. It was then that he saw two eyes in the shadows of the opposite side of the alley. He couldn't see the body they were attached to but their malevolent gaze was enough for him to piss himself in fear. A glint in the eyes seemed to indicate pleasure at watching the man quake in fear.

Suddenly the eyes were in front of him. In the blink of an eye, the shape had shot forward, grasped the man by his throat and thrust him back against the wall. In his terrified state, he had let go of the woman as he found himself pinned against the wall, his legs dangling uselessly below him as their attacker held him there with one hand. The woman's mysterious saviour was about six feet in height and wearing a three quarter length leather coat. His hair was dark and swept back over his head, his stubbly face contorted in a mask of rage. His victim dangled helplessly, desperate hands trying to remove the man's hand from his throat.

"Please...." gasped the last attacker, "...don't kill me...!!"

If anything this seemed to anger the woman's saviour more.

"You who would not grant clemency now beg for it!?" he snarled. "REQUEST DENIED!"

With one movement he pulled the man away from the wall and slammed him into the floor. There was the sound of shattering concrete and shattering bone and then the stranger was on him again, biting into his neck. Blood flowed and the man drank deeply from his victim until no life remained, the woman ignored behind them.

 

[Candy_demon21]

The attacker who, only moments ago was speaking, fell silent. Nighten's eyes went wide in horror as she looked at the man's throat, or where it once had been. A blood, gaping hole was all that remained, the young woman did not scream, but rather, watching him in horror as he sank to his knees and then fell lifelessly at her feet.
Her second attacker had spun around in an effort to see who had killed his friend, but he took met a quick demise. As if the air had become razor sharp, the second man's head rolled off from his shoulders and bounced to the ground, a sickly 'thud' filling the air.

The young woman still locked in her attacker's arms wanted to scream, wanted to beg this entity for her life, but she stayed silent, her eyes displaying her fear. Her attacker's grip grew tighter, perhaps he believed that she was keeping him safe. As they whirled around, looking for the entity, Nighten had seen them first. A pair of disembodied eyes, leering in the shadows.
Just as she had seen it, her attacker had as well. The woman stared in fear at first but quickly snapped her eyes shut, fearing that seeing the creature would bring about her own death.

'Don't look, don't look, don't look,' she repeated, over and over again in her head, until the iron grip left her and she fell to her knees, covering her head, praying she would not be next. She could feel warm tears springing to her eyes, but she could not cry, in fear as well that the creature would grow angry with her fear.

Nighten saw nothing, "Please," she heard the man who had held her only moments ago beg, his voice choked by what she assumed was the creature, '-don't kill me." Nighten wanted to laugh, wasn't it only moments ago that she had been begging for the same thing, none of her attackers wishing to do the same for her?

And then it responded, the voice was like velvet but yet as it snarled the denial, it struck fear into her as well. What followed next was a loud bang and the sound of snapping bones. Nighten winced and squinted her eyes shut tighter, but then heard a sickening noise. It was the sound of someone slurping. Slowly the woman peeked through the curtain of black hair to spy her savior. He was huddled over one of her attackers. He looked as if he were crying, but the sounded suggested otherwise.

Slowly, Nighten rose to her feet and watched the man. Her mind could not comprehend what was happened, but deep down she knew. For a long while, she stayed there, watching him. When he had finished though, she stayed silent, fear grasping her voice.

"T-thank you," she murmured out, her own body shaking with fright, "I-I don't know who you are but...t-thank you."

 

[Deviant Desires]

There was a voice behind him, the girl. He had no time for her, she was lucky to be alive. As he drank the villain's blood the rage subsided at last. The constant tornado of anger and thirst that had run through his veins for many years, sated at last by taking the life of this wretch. Eventually the body stopped twitching and he stood, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. The night was still and for a moment he felt almost human. It was then that he remembered the woman.

He turned slowly, eyes burning into the shred of humanity still stood there, probably feeling lucky to be alive. In the dark of the alley it was hard to make out his shape but there was a purple vest underneath the leather jacket, the glint of a belt buckle and black jeans.

"Do not hesitate here woman," he spoke in soft but firm tones, like a dagger sliding back into its sheath. "The night is full of people like these. Leave."

His piece said, he turned back to the bodies strewn across the alley and began to move them, lifting them into the large dumpsters further down in the darkness.

 

[Candy_demon21]

The way her savior has risen to his feet was like watching a corpse rise from the grave, slow, almost painfully so. The lighting was terrible, the street light would flick on and off with a horrific electric buzzing, it would cast her savior into a cone of brilliant white light and throw him back into all consuming shadows.

What she had glimpsed, he stood at least two heads taller than she, and was dressed much like an old world vampire. A long leather coat, black pants, in this case fitted denim jeans, and what she thought was a violet vest. A silence hung in the air until it was broken by the stranger's voice. It was as smooth as silk, but it held a sharp edge, a tone that one did not question.

The comment has caused her skin to prickle with irritation, but she withholds her comment and huffs, listening to him. When he does finally finish, she takes a cautious step towards him. "Look, I-I thank you for what you've done. Can I at least know your name, or...or who you are, better yet, what you are? I would assume something out of the Grimm brother's fairytales." Her conversation was likely to agitate him, but she had to know who he was!

 

[Deviant Desires]

He moved fast, faster than it was possible to think. Suddenly he was in front of her, pinning her to the wall, almost touching her. She was warm and this close he could feel her heart thumping madly. It made the hunger rise again even though he had eaten just moments before. This was not regular appetite, no it was the desire for a rare treat and it made him shudder in anticipation the way a gourmand would before a plate of fine cuisine.

Up close, it was possible to make out more detail. The purple under his coat was fine velvet inlaid with black stones and there was a strong chain around his neck, worn with age but still beautiful. His eyes were brown but strong and piercing with an almost imperceptible tinge of red around the iris. His skin was pale and he smelt of some kind of spice. As strong as his scent was though, it was hers that he was fixated on and he breathed deeply as if to sample it all the better. It was almost enough to make him lose control. He watched the blood on her lip from where she had bitten it and it took all he had not to bite it himself and consume it.

"I don't need or want your thanks," he hissed. "Tonight you would have died and you may still if you do not tarry home forthwith. You have just had your life delivered back into your hands. Do not waste it in pointless simpering to violent strangers."

He turned away from her, mainly to get away from the intoxicating smell of her blood and the maddening effect it had on him. He slowly walked away, heading towards the dark end of the alley. A tinge of humanity struck him and he felt something give in his usually hardened countenance.

"You may call me Ammon," he said over his shoulder. "We will not meet again."

 

[Candy_demon21]

He had been several feet away from her, but in a matter of seconds, he was upon her. So close that she could smell him, earthy, masculine, tempting. Even pinned against the cool brick, Nighten had no desire to move, or to breathe. He shuttered in front of her, something in his eyes told her that he was dangerous, that she should have run when he had told her too, but she couldn't. Her feet refused to listen to reason, her body was stuck to him like a magnet, she couldn't move if she even tried.

The stranger was dressed in fine clothes, a man that had come from money. Looking into those limitless chocolate eyes, she thought she had spied flecks of crimson dotting them, glowing with hunger. When he finally did speak, she could hardly think of anything to say in return, "I-I have no home." She admitted, lost in his hypnotic gaze, but then he turned from her, and the spell had ended. Nighten had hardy realized she had stopped breathing until he had turned from her and she gasped.

Even as he walked away from her, Nighten could still not move, her mind clouded and hazy, but when he spoke again, she listened with bated breath, "A-Ammon," it was like a forbidden spell no one should utter, she sighed heavily, "N-Nighten." She murmured even unable to give a full sentence, "and I pray fate is kind to me and we do meet again."

 

[Deviant Desires]

The strange sensation ran through Ammon's body, it was one he had not felt for a while. He remembered it as amusement tinged with curiosity, the woman's strange words giving him a reason to pause as he departed. Stopping, he glanced over his shoulder. She had moved away from the wall and not for the first time he had wondered just who this woman was and why he had decided to intervene.

He had chosen to interfere in the natural order of things, the prey attacked by the hunter and that was unusual for him. Like a human taking a struggling bird from the mouth of a house cat, he enjoyed the feeling of godhood but berated himself for stopping something he had long ago promised to keep clear of. His kind existed outside of the mundane world, to expose himself, to save her was to betray accords with his brethren. So why had he done it he wondered.

"What know you of fate?" he asked. "Given your world of computers and post-modern delinquency, when did you start believing in such tired and misbegotten beliefs?"

 

[Candy_demon21]

Her last words hung in the air between them, and he stopped, looking back over his shoulder. Even from that distance, she could see him gazing at her, those animal eyes of his. There was so many feeling stirring in her head, what was this man, where had he come from, better yet, why had he saved her? There was something in the back of her mind that told her one of the answer to her question, but the answer seemed too outlandish to consider as truth.

When he spoke, Nighten blushed. She had always believed in fate, and always would; there things in this world that could not be explained, this being one of them. "I know that it intervenes when he least expect her to. It is an ever present force that we humans often don't take notice of, we call it coincidence, but I know that things happen for a reason." She was a little surprised at his question, why shouldn't be believe in fate, it happened every day. "Destines are written before the being is even conceived. We had no control, as I stated before Ammon, things happen for a reason. I was destined for this life, destined to be chased, and you were destined to save me. We are all mere players in this grand play."

There was a wisdom behind her voice, one that just sounded like the mad ramblings of a near starved mortal, "Why do you ask?"Surly sir, there is a reason why you inquire. I-I feel as if....I've known you for years, and yet I've never seen you in my life. Do you believe in fate?" It was an honest question, his answer would be thrilling to hear.

 

[Deviant Desires]

The man was silent for a moment, allowing her to speak, his departure momentarily arrested. And then he tipped back his head and laughed. It felt good, he had not laughed in a number of years now but his laughter was cruel and mocking, as if the voice of experience was even now pouring scorn on the woman's words.

"Fate?" he smiled. "What a quaint little notion. Listen to me, woman. When you have seen as much of life as I have, lived the years that I have endured and witnessed the inhumanity of man versus man, you would not dare to entertain such a foolish idea as fate. That people's lives are strung together and pulled in an unrelenting direction by some unknown hand... poppycock!"

He was close to her again, not quite intimate but close enough to be intimidating. Her scent ran through his nostrils and he tried hard not to give in to his hunger that even now screamed at him to take the girl before she could run.

"There is no such thing, child. Should you choose to live a long life, I would persuade you to remove such vain conceits from your psyche before they poison your very being. That is the last kindness I will offer you this night."

He turned on his heel and walked off, a snort of derision escaping from his nose as he did so. He hated that blind faith in fate that some humans spouted but he had never stopped to sneer at it as he had this evening. Why, he wondered.

 

[Candy_demon21]

He seemed at first generally interested in what she had to say, but the moment that a laugh as cold as the winter just before dawn made her skin prickle; the feeling that mixed within her blood she'd never felt. Perhaps it was anger, sadness, or perhaps a mix of both. Looking over the stranger, even from the distance was at, she shook her head unknowingly to herself, hoping he would at least understand.

"Yes fate." She snapped, her courage suddenly surprising even herself, in that same instant she regretted it, but he didn't stop even at her outburst so she listened quietly. When he finished, she scoffed, her arms tightly folded over her chest, fire burning brilliant beneath her caramel gaze, "So you're saying that everything just happens because what? By accident? Explain this then, how the ancient could predict, knew, that things were going to come to pass before they were ever written, tell me this Ammon." Speaking his name with such a sharp tongue made her inwardly cringe, where had this courage come from/ By the Gods it was bound to get he killed.

In the span of a couple seconds, he was upon her again, close to her again, close enough let her take his scent in, "You can ask all you want," she countered, "But I-I still believe in fate, not god, fate." And then he was gone again, stalking off to the dark corner of someone's sweetest nightmare where he had come from. This man, that being, whatever he was, no nothing to be trifled with, just Nighten continues to do so, with little regard for her own life.

 

[Deviant Desires]

Ammon stalked off into the night, still seething. He had no idea why such a small thing could have gotten under his skin but it irritated him. Perhaps it was seeing a life almost snuffed out chalking up his intervention to a higher power or maybe it was her simple faith in something she could not see.

Either way, he had had enough for one night. Promising himself not to get involved in the lives of mortals again he disappeared into the shadows from where he had first appeared.

 

[Candy_demon21]

The young girl assumed, as the man left her standing there, her breath hanging in the air, she would never see him again. That night she had learned that there were creatures in this world that could not just be explained, namely one being Ammon.
With a sad little sigh, Nighten turned from the alley and stalked towards her "home", the subway beneath the city and an old beat up piece of cardboard. Her 'roommate' would be pleased to see that the young girl didn't end up on the street somewhere in a pool of her own crimson blood. Ironically, if the stranger had not arrived when he had, she would have been, or worse...

As she descended the stairs and the familiar smell of piss and sweat challenger nose, the young woman knew that she was at least safe for one more day. "Well children! I'm glad to see you ain't got yourself be killed or nothing like that! One these day girl your gonna g wrt yourself hurt." Jamie's familiar voice made the brunette smile happily. "Have little faith in me jamie, I'm stronger than that! Hell!" The woman smiled a toothless grin and gestured for the young woman to take a seat next to her on the cardboard mat.

The night was spent like any other night, trying to catch some sleep, either because of other wanders like themselves or their minds being plagued by horrific nightmares.But for Nighten, there was sweet dreams of Ammon filled her mind. The little virgin dreamed of pleasure surely a creature like him could possess.

Months passed by and their had been no sign of Ammon, not even a whisper in the chilly night air. To say that it wasn't a little disheartening would have been a understatement. But Nighten returned faithfully to that same spot during three-month in the homes that she would see her savior again. That night she knew that she would see him, even if that meant doing something foolish in order to get his attention.

 

[Deviant Desires]

Stupid, stupid, just plain stupid.

The statuesque man staggered through the dark alleys, clutching the wound beneath his ribs. It hurt enormously and he cursed himself for being so foolish. He should have heard the Screamers coming, their distinctive howling before their attack an audible precursor to their assault.

Instead he had been lost in thought as he had passed through the passageway he had come through a few months ago, the foolish mortal who he had met there. They had been fast and even though he was faster, there had been three of them and they had been hard to fight off. He had torn into them, left them broken and beaten but not before he had been stabbed a number of times by their thorned fists. The wounds were not deep but the poison from them was burning its way through his body. He had to get home and fast but he was beginning to wonder if his strength would hold out against their undead poision.

 

[Candy_demon21]

The sharp smell of copper had been the first thing to rouse the young woman from her resting, she had apparently dozed off, waiting for her savior to arrive. Tonight, fate deemed it worthy that she see him again. Rubbing her eyes slowly, attempting to lodge the sleep from them, she gasped softly when she saw him, but the excitement that glittered behind her beautiful cyan eyes faded like a candle. The stark crimson color that dripped from between his fingers made her realize something quite obvious.

He was gravely injured.

Just as Nighten opened her mouth, she snapped it shut quickly. She knew if she engaged him, he may tell her go away and disappear again like he had done before when they had first met; she was hell bent to know who he was, besides his name. Shuffling out of the alley as quietly as she could, the young woman trailed behind the Ammon. What had happened to him? When they had first met, he seemed almost invincible. But there he was, staggering in front of her, hurt.

 

[Deviant Desires]

The poison was still working deeply in him as he walked, the feel of it pulsing within his veins. The wounds would heal, in time but he could feel the hunger calling to him, begging him to hunt, to kill. That lust was always near, always knawing at him to descend into the beast like state that some of his other blood relatives had succumbed to. He refused.

He had lasted all of these years without giving into that call, tonight would not be the night he fell. Pain convulsed through him as he stretched out in pain, his dark eyes staring at the moon. Not tonight!

There was not much further to go. He could rest when he got home, he could finally fall and let the poison do its worst. He would regenerate in time, he knew that but it did not make the anguish any easier to bear. The distance to his home was not far but through the fog of pain it may as well have been the other side of the world. He staggered, clutching hold of a lampost before pulling himself upright. One step in front of another.

 

[Candy_demon21]

Watching the man stagger, his hand clutching his injured side, Nighten felt she HAD to help him. He looked like he was going to die, if she didn't do something, it would be her fault. Her mind rebelled against her, coaxing her to stay hidden in fear he would disappear into sudden fog, but if he didn't, his death would be one her because she did nothing to prevent it. Selflessness won over selfishness.

"Damnit-" she hissed, stepping out, "A-Ammon!"She called, knowing that she was going to regret calling out his name, having seen the horrors her had been able to conjure from their last meeting. The fear that was twisting in her stomach made her step out slowly, her very footstep founding like the rumble of thunder in the dark alley the two of them were standing in. She took another tentative step forward, her hands slowly raising from her filthy pockets, showing she was armed or that she intended him harm.

From the first time they had met, she knew that there was a darkness in him that frightened her, something monstrous lurked beneath that beautiful facade of his, something that could easily kill her: something that would consume her very life blood.

"A-Ammon, I-I just want to help you, i-in whatever w-way I c-can." Meaning her blood, if that was what it took.

Slowly, she shrugged her dirty coat off, while she probably smelled foul, she hoped that her skin tasted at least for a hungry monster, "You saved me, I-I need to save you."

 

[Deviant Desires]

When he laid eyes on the woman again, he almost screamed. As if the temptation to kill and maim was not enough, he was to be tormented by the sight of this girl whom he had almost drunk from. He swore loudly and turned away, spurning her advances.

"Leave me!" he roared. "You don't know what you offer...! You... would not endure...!"

He staggered a little bit further. The door to his abode was before him. It would only take a little more of his strength to get inside, to fall, to sleep, let his body purge the poison from him. The darkness gathere around him, blurring his vision, tormenting him. The sight of her skin, the smell of her flesh... it was enough to drive him crazy, to give into the animal inside.

As he tried to leave, he staggered, the night colours flowing around him and obscuring his sight. He tumbled onto the stone steps outside of his house, not aware of whether the girl was still near. If she dared to come any closer... he clutched the ground with his fingertips and pushed the heavy door open. So close...

"I gave you... your life....!" he gasped. "Do not... spend it... saving a creature... like me...!"

 

[Candy_demon21]

He was beginning to agitate her, her heart was already pounding but seemed to race faster when he told her to leave. From somewhere deep in her chest, she growled, "No!" She growled, carefully coming closer. "You saved my life, but your right , I'm not quite sure what I offer, but I don't intend to leave you and pretend that if something worse happens to you, it isn't my fault." She was so close to him, enough to reach out and touch him.

Swallowing the knot in her throat and forcing herself to take a hold of his arm with surprisingly strong fingers, "Please, you aren't a creature. There must be some sort of humanity in your if you saved one human life." She was doing something stupid, incredibly stupid, but she couldn't refuse to help him. "I'm not going anyway, and if you happen to kill me, then you kill me, but I have faith you won't, monster or otherwise."

 

[Deviant Desires]

She was coming closer and her scent was torture. It called to him, the warm lust of her flesh, the powerful drum of her living heart. He could feel the beast raging inside, wanting to be free, tearing away at the humanity he had spent years trying to cling onto. The poison was deadly and the pain that shot through him was eroding his resolve. To drink... she was so close now and it would be so easy to give in and let her blood regenerate him rather than allow time to heal his wounds...

"You have to... run!" he gasped but it was too late.

He glanced up at her, his eyes red and his teeth bared. The hunger showed in his face and he could feel the last scraps of his resolve disappearing as he moved towards her...

 

[Candy_demon21]

She knew what was to come, even at his warning she knew. Yet she was not afraid, perhaps it was fate that she was to save him, or pure dumb luck. "I'm not running."She murmured, heart hammering against her ribs louder.
Fear did grasp her though when crimson orbs shot up to her face and sharp teeth were bared in attack. In order to calm that fear, Nighten took deep breath, tilted her head to one side and waited to be consumed, "It's ok, I forgive you. It is just your nature. As I told you Ammon, it is fate."

With her head still tilted to one side, she collected her long ebony hair in one hand and held it so where she offered her neck to him, was no obscured.

 

[Deviant Desires]

Something snapped inside. Whether it was resolve, morality, defiance... he couldn't tell. He was being offered a way out, a resolution to the pain that coursed through him and it was coming from an attractive young woman, one who was willingly giving herself to him. He tried to resist but the beast was loose.

With a roar, he lunged at her, his teeth biting into her supple neck. He intoxicating smell filled his nose and her warm flesh tasted good as he bit down on it, feeling blood squirt into his mouth. He could feel her body tense in his arms, could feel the effects of fear as his sucked on her life force, using it to restore his wounds.

As he held her, feeding on her, his conscious mind tried to pull the beast away, not wanting to let it consume her utterly. He tried desperately to restrain the monster inside of him but it was too strong... it would consume every part of her and leave her for dead.

 

[Candy_demon21]

There was hesitation in his gaze for just a split second, like lightening streaking across the sky, it was gone. The roar that the man had made was not human, but what had she expected, he wasn't. Nighten had jumped at the roar, her body gone rigid and then there was a sharp stabbing pain in her neck.

His teeth, razor sharp needles buried inside of her flesh, tapping into her cardiac vein. She had opened her mouth to gasp in pain, but the pain had sapped her voice and left her gritting her teeth. She had managed to raise her arm on the opposite side from where he was drinking, up to his hair. Her fingers laced in his hair and gripped on tightly, it being the only thing keeping the black spots that clouded her vision from taking her under.

The world around her began to fade, slowly blurring into colors and shapes instead of forms. The world around her grew deathly quiet, the only sound that she could hear was her own heart beat slowly to a dangerous quiet. While her grip had been tight before, perhaps even painful, it was going limp. And then, darkness consumed her.

 

[Deviant Desires]

Ammon bit down into the girl's neck, drinking her life force from her, holding her frail form as his grew in strength, purging the poison from him. It had been so long...! He feasted, drowning in her essence until the beast was raging in its glorious desire...

And then he was standing, the beast contained, his face a picture of concentration. The beast had become foolish, letting its guard down, unaware of his conscious mind, ready to push it back into its cage as it revelled. He sunk to his knees again, feeling for a heartbeat from his victim. He almost panicked, hoping that he had contained the beast fast enough to stop it from killing her.

Lifting her weightless body, he carried her into his home, hoping that he had not been too late. He took her to a bedchamber and laid her there, desperately hoping that her sacrifice had not cost her her life.

 

[Candy_demon21]

If the beast had not been contained within that moment when it was enjoying its meal, there would not have been a heart beat. Thankfully though, Ammon had stopped just before her heart had stopped. She was on the brink, between the light of this world and the dark of the next, dangerous teetering on the edge.

From her haze, she could feel things, but wasn't able to open her eyes or speak. She was far to weak. Damn she had to do something to let him know that she was still alive, but...what? When he had laid her down against the bed, she thought hard about moving her finger. Her mind rebelled against her, telling it was easier to just let go, but she managed, if for a split second, to move one finger before she faded back out into black. Hoping to the gods that he had seen the small movement.