lmdTheDefiantOne

Poisoned.


I could sense the moonlight. i could feel it shining, sending longcasted shadows across the gravestones above ground, rousing me from my slumber. my throat ached with a hunger that felt like it had not been sated for a millenia, but a thought has begun reverberating in my hazed mind. 'what has awoken me'.
I push the heavy ornamental marble slab to the side, the thundering crash echoes through the labyrinth of catacombs. I sit up and stretch 'my word, this place has gone to ruin in my absence' there is dust and long abandoned cobwebs everywhere. there is no natural light down here in the catacombs, but my...let's call them enhancements, allow me to see as if it were day time.
the thought reverberates again 'what has awoken me'. I lift myself out of my marble casket and glide onto the floor. my leather clad feet touch the dust and the room comes to life, balls of flame ignite themselves on the columns of my sanctum. 'I liked it better when i couldn't see the ruins'
I crack my neck, the sound of bubble wrap being popped greets the walls. I stretch out, for the first time in over a millenia I allow my wings to unfurl, they are stiff from being flattened against my back for so long, I can feel the joints strain as each section of leathery membrane expands. wingtip to wingtip I measure at least twenty feet, if I wasn't myself I'd be impressed. A slight flutter agitates the dust on the floor 'an asthmatics worst nightmare'.
I allow my blood to circulate through the thin veins that spider their way through my wings' before relaxing them against my body. It has never been a good idea to walk the catacombs with my wings out, so many things they can get snared on. the hunger is clawing at my throat and the moon on the surface is calling me. I make my way through the labyrinth as if it was a straight forward journey until I reach the door of my tomb. I can sense the moonlight bathing apon it, I raise my hand and the marble shifts, lowering itself into the ground. the floor of the tomb rumbles and shudders. overgrown vines and twigs snap from their fastenings and the smell of grass and night air hit me 'oh I've missed this smell'. there isn't a mortal for miles, my hunger claws more harshly at my throat as I step out into the moonlight. there are gravestones as far as the eye can see and considering my eyesight that's pretty damn far, but such isolation is necessary for a creature with my habits. i bath in the moonlight, as my heart begins to beat a little faster, my wings twitch in anticipation as if they have mind of their own, urging me to take flight and claim the sky as i used to but for now my other limbs need to warm up. I walk along a path long forgotten, mortals rarely venture this far into the cemetery. and why would they? I hazard to guess they even know the existence of this part of the cemetery, it is so far out of the way. I approach the tree line, the night air caresses strands of my flowing ebony hair. my senses pick up the scent of many creatures, owls, rodents, bats, deer, foxes, rabbits and the like. the hunger scrapes at my throat again but the remaining thought slams its way into my conscious mind again 'what has awoken me'. i walk through the woods, my pale skin reflecting the light of the moon through the trees. I make it through the woods undisturbed and come to the main part of the cemetery. the smell of freshly turned earth floods my nose 'a recent burial has taken place' and by recent I mean any time between three days and three months ago.
the angst of my wings is beyond ignoring now and I spread them and take to the sky. the sound of the air rushing over my ears blocks out all other sound except the beating of my leathery wings. I hover, and look around. there has been much development during my slumber, I see the lights of modern houses and machines moving on their own along man made trails, I look up at the moon, closing my eyes as its rays warm my blood. it is time to hunt. instinct tells me to land just outside the cemetery gates, mortals wouldn't be used to creatures like me, and why would they? I could guess that if they saw me they'd call me a vampire or a demon, silly humans. vampires and demons are fairies compared to what I am.
The scent of a mortal attracts my attentions as my leather boots touch the ground. I take in the scent, definitely a male, a strong one by the smell. it takes a few minutes before I see him walking along the path. 'oh what luck, he's wearing a long leather coat, and in just my style too'
He sees me and I sense his blood coarse faster through his system. 'oh yes he's definitely interested' I think as i turn to face the road, allowing the shadows the moon has created to hide the sight of my wings
my throat is on fire as my venom whispers to me, begging me to release it into him. without a word I allow him to approach me. he comments in appreciation of my attire 'my gods mortals are so basic' i think idly
"that's a very nice necklace your wearing' I hear him say. I give him a smile 'very smooth, mortal'
"why are you out on a night like this, don't you know its not safe to be out on the streets alone? there are some really mean monsters around here" he says and offers me his leather coat which I accept. my eyes turn auburn as I look into his brown eyes, my venom screaming to be released.
"you have no idea" I smile as I gently pull him against me. his hands find my waist and travel up and down my back, barely missing the joints that connect my wings, I hear him moan in appreciation, i can hear the sound of his heart hammering away in his chest and feel his blood circulating through his growing organ.
his begins to talk again, moaning about how nice I feel and how he wishes he could taste me.
'from smooth like marble to as coarse as sandpaper' i think.
"I'd think I'd like to taste you too" i whisper into his ear, I hear him moan in acceptance.
I grip his biceps tightly and plunge my fangs into his neck, he stands, rooted on the spot as a gargled groan escapes his mouth, my venom paralyses him as one of my hands moves under his shirt and over his chest. "let's see how good you really taste". I dig my nails into the muscles around his heart as my palm opens up and teeth like a venus flytrap rip into his heart and begin draining him of everything he has to offer me, his blood, his energy, his soul and his life force.
I release my teeth from his neck and chest and allow him to fall back onto the pavement, he's completely drained, nothing but a bag of bones wrapped in skin, I step carelessly over his body and continue walking, "you should've eaten more meat" I say as the venus flytrap in my hand returns to its resting place and the skin of my palm seals over it. I wipe the blood from chin and neck with the sleeve of the jacket. 'good thing I acquired this' I think as I adjust the sleeves. feeding always has a habit of making the veins on my wings glow red, its not very subtle.
I keep walking, as i digest my meal, now content and sated, the thought which appeared when I had first woken stirs again. "what has awoken me" I walk through the city, passing its inhabitants, these people were merely lowly basic villagers in my last outing, not much has changed, still dumb, naive and senseless although now they have become more crude as several comments licked at me prove. 'oh i could just gorge myself but alas, mortals are fattening and I don't have the hunger to eradicate an entire city right now'
then something catches my senses, despite all the new smells the humans have created, this one i know, i know it to be ancient, and deadly. a male of my species. instinctively my wings flex and it takes all of my control to stop them from bursting through and ruining my new jacket, but i must hide, as powerful as I am, the male of my species is and always has been the Alpha, and I am in this ones territory. I could run back to my sanctum, but that would lead him right to me and face it, nobody wants to be desecrated in their own home. ' he must of moved in during my slumber' i deduce as i begin to sense his scent, its all over this city. Alpha Males have the ability to rejuvenate without the need for slumber, they have the ability to blend in to their environments and remain almost unnoticed by mortals, but their hunger is rich and females are their favorite delicacy, for we do not die, one female can feed a male for his entire life cycle, some females end up living as nothing more than sex slaves, willingly but slaves non the less. once injected with the venom of male we are bound to him until he ends us or severes the bond.
I have heard tales of my kind, where females have had their wings torn off, grounded for the rest of their life cycle, refused to be allowed to slumber to rejuvenate, and eventually murdered, sometimes on a whim. bound to an alpha is like falling in love with a serial killer, who injects you with a drug that makes you entirely compliant and dependent on them. it is worst than unbearable hunger, the word 'no' is deleted from the females vocabulary, its like being a puppet on a string. there is only one cure, and only the injector can give it, death.
'prevention is better than a cure and personally I'd rather not have my wings torn off and oh how i do enjoy slumber'
I reach the outer city, the mortals lights are few and far between now, it is now safe to take flight. I remove my acquired attire and take flight. I follow the moon, back tracking over and over again, layering my scent before doing one big circle and head back to my sanctum in the catacombs.
I now know what has awoken me. I could try and drive out the Alpha male but rarely has that ever been successful for a female. I realize that most of my kind isn't around anymore, all have vanished. not that my species was abundant to start with but still, i had expected to sense more of my kind than just this one intrusive Alpha Male. maybe they've just been pushed out of the area because of the mortals and their development, that wouldn't be so bad. just means that this Alpha is stronger than most. to survive in a mortal city takes cunning and intellect, combine that with the fact that a male has to eat at least every week means his is well versed and skilled in both to not of been caught yet.
"i can sense you"
I whirl around. 'he's found me"
"almost, you are doing well to cover your tracks, female, but i can almost taste you. come join me, come live the dream"
'nope, nope, nope, nope' I bolt for the cemetery, the smell of the dead and decaying will hide my scent.
I am almost there, my wings frantic in their need to find safety. I look behind me, then collide with something and begin to fall before getting my bearings and stabilizing myself.
"you almost made it, but I am ancient and know the ways of our kind"
"I want nothing to do with you"
"but you are in my territory, what's in my territory is mine"
"I was here before you marked this place"
"you were in slumber when I found this place, your energy was faint but i knew you were here and now I've found you. be mine"
"I'd rather keep my wings"
"I wouldn't take your wings from you, i like how the shine"
'okay this alpha has been alone wayyyyy too long'
He is huge and definitely well fed, my wingspan is only half the length of his, his eyes are red with yearning and need, i get caught in his gaze, I try to pull away but I can feel myself falling deeper into his trance.
"all that you've heard are just lies and tales, the life you can have will be of utmost pleasure, you will have food, slumber and my protection"
"you would let me slumber?"
"but of course, a kingdom prospers better when the queen stands beside her king and the land relishes and blooms when she keeps her strength, for that she must slumber"
I feel my wings begin to falter as i fall deeper into his gaze.
' no.... prevention is better than a cure, he could be lying, i could end up never seeing moonlight again, i could end up without my wings, in perpetual wantingly needy agony"
"you will not suffer"
He begins to approach me, truely dwarfing me and reaches out a hand and strokes my cheek.
"let me show you" A chain extends itself from his sleeve and attaches itself around my neck, he leads me towards the city and lands us on the balcony of a highrise. still entranced I follow him to the doors that lead inside, my wings instinctively folding against my body.
I find myself at the top of his domain in a living room setting, the chain extending from his sleeve disappears, our eyes lock again and I feel myself falling into his gaze, unable to pull away. he approaches.
"release your wings"
my wings unfurl and i begin to hover. he looks over me, without breaking his gaze.
"i've waited for you....for so long"
he pulls me against him and spreads my hand over his chest, allowing me to feel his strong heartbeat, a need for something I've never had before begins stirring inside me.
"yes...you can sense it, its the need to become something more than you are, and I can give it to you, i can give it all to you"
His hand snakes it way up my back, under my wings until he touches the back of my neck and begins to grip it. with his fingers he turns my head to the side. I can feel his breath on my neck, his scent now intoxicating, my body wanting to be molded to his hands. my mind knows what is coming and knows i should fight it, i know i should run, but with his scent in my nose and his gaze still burnt into my mind, at this moment i don't want to be anywhere else.
His lips touch my neck, barely. but it feels as if every synapsis I possess explodes and I feel my body clench as a moan escapes my lips before i can stop it. my hand still on his chest, my heart rate begins to mimick his as we become entwined, the only sound being made is the sound of my wings and our breaths as he traces my neck with is nose and lips, drinking in my scent as my eyes glaze over. I feel his grip tighten on the back of my neck, then suddenly i feel his teeth sink into it, causing my whole body to tighten, but...i can feel him taking, not injecting. my wings faulter as I melt into his hands, if he wasn't holding me up i would've melted onto the floor. his other hand explores the curves of my body until it finds its way to my personal pleasure house.
"not just yours anymore" he says as his fingers begin to slowly tease up and down.
I am lost, lost in the moment, in time and in my mind.
I find myself bent over and being peeled out of my clothing, his hand never leaving the back of my neck. my wings are draped, one over the side of the couch and one on the floor. I feel the pressure on the back of my neck, laying my head down on the cushion, his fingers now rubbing my bare and exposed pleasure. soft moans escape my mouth, my eyes now closed, the vision of his gaze being played in my mind to the tune of his caresses. then the caresses stop and time stands still...and then it happens. I feel him. I feel him sliding himself into me, one of his hands twisting its way into my hair, the other holding and caressing my hip. every fiber in my body clings onto this sensation as my pleasure grows, he slides himself all the way into me and holds himself there. my mind goes onto autopilot as it overloads with sensation.
Then he begins to move, slowly thrusting in and out. my eyes roll back into my head and my nails dig into the side of the couch, moans escape my lips as my toes curl. his pace quickens and my pleasure heightens. both his hands hold my hips as he pulls me back onto him whilst simultaneously pushing himself into me. I lift my head and push myself up, bracing myself with my arms. his thrusting gets more vigorous as one of his hands snakes its way between my wings and into my hair, grabbing in and begins pulling me back by it. the pain registers and is immediately converted into more pleasure. something big is building rapidly inside me and there is no way I can or even want to stop it from erupting.
the pleasure builds at an immense rate as he leans forward, pulling me back onto him, my mind in an overdriven haze and my body responding to each and every thrust, the beast within ready to explode like a volcano. I feel his teeth pierce the skin of my shoulder and my entire being is pushed over the precipice. I am falling and soaring, the light behind my eyes is absolutely blinding and consuming. I can feel his venom rushing through into my body, poisoning me with the need to feel all over this over and over again until time stops, never needing anything else but this sensation to live.
the world flashes white as i find myself waking up from a sleep i didn't know i had fallen into, the sensation of him caressing my neck and back, I wiggle myself closer to him feeling, that all is right within this realm now.
I have been poisoned and now my only regret is that it didn't happened sooner.