AN: I had to break down my chapters cause they were so damn long! Hope they are easier to read now. POV=point of view. Note the character who is being followed and the location in the header below so you don't get confused!
AN: Another note, this entire series isn't for the faint at heart! Like, seriously! It's gory, there's a lot of swearing (from one guy in particular lol), and some vivid adult scenes. REAL GRAPHIC. So turn back now if that's not your style. Otherwise, enjoy the show!
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POV: Unknown Male
Location: Daan Lausfad (Industrial Dyonegar Nightclub)
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Lonesome, this night of early autumn bloom. He sought companionship, however short their wanton union would fester…
THE YOUNG KEPT TO THEIR REBELLIOUS LIFESTYLE, where he would find his prey between sweat and sin. His height trailed a path down the dance floor, snaking through the heated crowd with his head high, and his fangs tucked low. The cult in him continued to bite at his hunger, but he refused to rouse the herd of sheep among a pack of disguised wolves—after all, he wasn't the only one hunting this evening.
The chants and chatter intertwined with vibrant dancing lights and booming electric tunes, enough to detour his objective. But his nose burned at her scent, and he followed her call down a stream of warm, bouncing bodies.
Such a boundless selection, enough to break his carnal craving into revelation. Yet, his senses surrendered to one sheep in particular. And there she was, graceful and slender, a true show of entertainment from behind the haze. The vixen would seduce him too, with dance, leaving his hanging lips parched. It hadn't taken much to lure her from the huddle of hungry men. After all, he dressed the profile of an Adonis quite flawlessly—long black framing hair, pointed nose, gentle eyes, muscular undertones—there had yet been a woman to resist his appeal, and she wouldn't be the first.
He escorted her thereafter, his noble charm a devil man's ordnance.
His loft was no stranger to his nightly guests, catering to young and old women alike. He had no bias, except for a particular taste for the elfin race. He mounted her like a centerpiece to his chamber, his prize continuing to thrash around from a reversed suspension, persistent in her hopes of escape. With her wrists chafed from writhing, and her ceaseless screams behind taped lips, she did nothing more but entertain her eager host.
Her elfin skin, dressed in a veil of red flesh, glistened under the peeping moonlight. He would drink in her desperation, aroused by her frail teenage innocence. He bent at his knees, looking down at her dangling upturned head with intimidation. The demon's eyes penetrated her skin, absorbing every pore, every bead of sweat, every slither of blood…
"Why do you fight?" His mocking words quelled her screams as he stared at her wet, blood-shot eyes, her torn naked body tied against the metal shaft. The demon leaned in, her breaths turning shallow at the sight of his blood-tinted fangs.
Instantly, she jerked, the silence between them shattering with a gargling plea for mercy.
There was no better feeling to cater to.
Such an appetite, one like no other. He left her with a cynical smirk before fixing himself straight, facing the innards of the bedroom. "At this rate, my dear, you should be begging for death," he taunted, stripping off his long-vested jacket and unbuttoning his cufflinks. "Well, we all have our weaknesses, don't we? You, the lust of a teenage girl, and I, a vital need to feed on flesh. Well, a weakness much welcomed," he snickered.
"Victimized by ill-bred vengeance... You see, she birthed me, and, just as quickly, killed me. I want to return the favor. Because of her, I am what you see before you—damned, a mere shadow of a soul. Don't get me wrong, there is pleasure to be had in this lifestyle. My only sorrow is that this wasn't my decision..."
The drab chamber had a pungent odor, and the taste of near decay. He bent over her once more, his now sanguine eyes staring down at her flailing head. "Such a feeble child. So fragile in the face of death. Why don't I give you the choice I was never given?"