Humanity failed
Vincent POV
Her scent lived in my brain as I kissed her into submission. The idea that her heat would soon be mine drove me mad. As soon as her juices hit my nose, I was hooked—driven by a lust I couldn't control. Even the demon part of me saw fit to manifest. The need took me over.
I tried to force the air out of my lungs; anything to pull myself back together. She laid there, pressed hard under me, her wetness dripping down me as it pressed hard to me, causing me to lose all sense. It felt like fire as it left my lips. "I need you." It poured out involuntarily.
She looked up at me with those hazel eyes and whispered, "I'm yours."
There was no turning back as the monster drove my cock deep inside her;, it took my whole strength to stop it from ramming her ruthlessly. She had never had a man in her before, and I needed her to enjoy it.
She moaned a guttural sound as I lay there, buried deep in her. I took her mouth into mine, hoping to find a bit of control. Slowly I moved, just barely trying to get her used to me.
Within a few moments, she shuddered hard, as her wetness clasped around me, vibrating hard as she orgasmed again. Her lips pulling from mine, she moaned, "Vincent..."
That was it, that was the thing that drove me over the edge.
It ramped up quickly, my pounding of her. Unable to stop myself, I continued to berate her hot cunt. She responded with squeals and moans, mixes of pain and pleasure wrapped into one, pressing back against me.
Her legs shook hard, ands I felt a hot squirt of her juices covered me as she enjoyed another climax, my body out of control. I buried my face in her hot neck, wanting to feel the beating of her heart as I made love to her... As I tore her innocence from her womb.
The demon rose up again, lusting for the taste of her blood. M, my face shifted and I buried it further into her, scared she would see my shame again... My body was on the verge of exploding., I bared down, trying to control myself, makinge sure we couldn't hurt her.
But I was very wrong.
I didn't have control — it did.
As I felt my body tense, the pull from deep inside sent a huge shockwave through me. M, my release fed into her like a shotgun, as my teeth buried into her neck involuntarily. The wave of blood poured into my mouth, and I swallowed hard; the connection was instant, feeling her love pour into me as I gave mine to her...
She didn't scream or cry out; she was lost in the connection, and her climax rippling through her. All she could feel was our moment of happiness.
She was lucky, because I was left to feel her death pour into my veins.
It startled me to reality as her heart stopped suddenly. I pulled out of her shivering cunt, panicked. Her blood coursed through me, electricity on my skin. I started pumping her chest, begging her to breathe, listening for her heart to beat. I looked down; the wound on her neck was closed, the magick I used still working.
After a few minutes, I knew it was useless. S, she had died, at my hands.
I felt every ounce of the grief at once; the remorse causing me to wretch and fall to the floor. All of this pain and I could still feel it, her love pulsing through me. Trying to pull myself together, I crawled up the edge of the bed, touching her body. Almost cool now.
My hands shook as I touched her, instinctually I cradled her body against me, stroking her dark hair away from her face. My beautiful lover...
As I embraced her, I chanted, begging the gods to bring her back. Give her another chance, to live, to love. Why did she love me? Anyone else and she would have been safe. I don't understand, I've never seen this girl before, yet that was the purest emotion I have ever felt through the connection...
I laid her back down, wrapping her body in the blankets, knowing she would soon go through the throws of death as her brain signaled the end. I messily dressed, checking out of the blinds, happy to see that it was dark now. I needed to get rid of the body, and make sure no one saw me. I didn't want to be witness to the changes that would happen to her body soon enough, so I had to be quick.
This wasn't the first time I had killed, but it never got easier. The more the humans evolved, the harder it became. I knew I had no fingerprints or DNA to deal with, so it would be another unsolved murder that would be forgotten with time.
Part of me wanted to be punished for what I did, sent to prison, left to rot for eternity, but I knew that humanity wasn't ready to know my kind existed and I, selfishly, wasn't ready to die.
I carried her out of the balcony, back the way we came. Most people were off the streets, the back alleys empty now. It was easy enough to take her just a few blocks from the motel I found her. I laid her down, unwrapping the blankets from her, peering at her body, still limp.
Her skin was pale, but still a little warm. H, her brain didn't realize she was dead yet, so I made it just in time. I kissed her lips one last time, positioning her against the wall of the building, covering her nakedness with a piece of cardboard.
My humanity failed me that night.
I once thought I was human enough to love.
That night proved me wrong.