Becoming the Spoils, part of the Dreamspinner Midsummer's Nightmare Daily Dose
I wonder if I should introduce myself but seeing as he’s going to be eating me in a second it’s probably not worth the bother.
He looks like hell, and in any other situation I’d feel sorry for him. I think he’d be good-looking, if he wasn’t such a mess, but it’s hard to tell, the state he’s in right now. Skin like paper, stretched over bones that gleam whitely in the thin light trickling in through the bottle-glass skylight. Long dark hair. Overlong, in fact. No stubble. Do vampires need to shave? Do they wake up every morning—sorry, night—in the exact same physical state they died in? Does that mean if you died in the eighties you’d be stuck with a mullet hairdo for all eternity? Stake me now.
There’s something cold at my back and I realise I’ve backed into the wall. No luck in getting through it, however. Victor’s still moving towards me, eerily slow and silent, like an early horror movie playing at the wrong speed. His mouth’s open but no sound comes out. There’s nothing human in those pale eyes that are getting darker by the second. Nothing alive in there at all. I can’t move.
He can.
There’s a sudden blur of speed, or maybe I black out for a moment from sheer terror, as one minute he’s still a foot away from me and the next, those teeth – those fangs – are sheathing themselves in my neck. Slowly. So I can feel every millimetre as they slice through my flesh.
It burns.
And then he starts to suck, and I explode.
I’d thought it was a myth, the feeding ecstasy. I’d thought it was something the Goth girls made up, right up there with sparkly eyes and a truly noble nature. I’d scoffed at them. I mean, Hell, I told them, having your life’s blood sucked out through a couple of tiny holes has got to hurt like buggery and be a damn sight less fun, and what’s so bloody noble about eating people anyway?
I was wrong.
There’s just enough of me left inside to wonder how in hell, if all my blood is presently turning out the lights, saying goodnight and leaving the building, I manage to get the hardest erection I’ve had in months. And then…
Back to paranormal m/m
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He looks like hell, and in any other situation I’d feel sorry for him. I think he’d be good-looking, if he wasn’t such a mess, but it’s hard to tell, the state he’s in right now. Skin like paper, stretched over bones that gleam whitely in the thin light trickling in through the bottle-glass skylight. Long dark hair. Overlong, in fact. No stubble. Do vampires need to shave? Do they wake up every morning—sorry, night—in the exact same physical state they died in? Does that mean if you died in the eighties you’d be stuck with a mullet hairdo for all eternity? Stake me now.
There’s something cold at my back and I realise I’ve backed into the wall. No luck in getting through it, however. Victor’s still moving towards me, eerily slow and silent, like an early horror movie playing at the wrong speed. His mouth’s open but no sound comes out. There’s nothing human in those pale eyes that are getting darker by the second. Nothing alive in there at all. I can’t move.
He can.
There’s a sudden blur of speed, or maybe I black out for a moment from sheer terror, as one minute he’s still a foot away from me and the next, those teeth – those fangs – are sheathing themselves in my neck. Slowly. So I can feel every millimetre as they slice through my flesh.
It burns.
And then he starts to suck, and I explode.
I’d thought it was a myth, the feeding ecstasy. I’d thought it was something the Goth girls made up, right up there with sparkly eyes and a truly noble nature. I’d scoffed at them. I mean, Hell, I told them, having your life’s blood sucked out through a couple of tiny holes has got to hurt like buggery and be a damn sight less fun, and what’s so bloody noble about eating people anyway?
I was wrong.
There’s just enough of me left inside to wonder how in hell, if all my blood is presently turning out the lights, saying goodnight and leaving the building, I manage to get the hardest erection I’ve had in months. And then…
Back to paranormal m/m
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