Remove the Shackles *Edward*

[ameliana]

Autumn sat still as stone in the small car Drake provide her for the purposes of moving about as needed with the walls of New Vegas; her eyes fixed on the scenery passing by as she made her way to her ultimate destination for the night; her home located within the walls of the Valhalla.

How things had drastically changed since she was a little girl growing up in 13th Century England. Electricity was a thing no one had even fathomed of, much less cars, phones, indoor plumbing. All of that was far beyond the limited mental capacity of the people of that time. Back then if one was royalty or higher class all they thought about was pleasing the king unless the very royalty being considered was the king himself. There were also only concerns for eating, parties, and rutting. For the lower classes it was work, put just enough food on the table, keeping warm and alive and rutting to make children who one day, should they survive their childhood, will care for them when they’re old. It was very tragic really.

As time continued on and human intelligence grew Humanity began taking steps in positive directions. The creation of steam energy, electricity, better hygiene practices, Medicine, and so forth allowed the human race to prosper and actually begin to enjoy the fruits of their labors. With this knowledge at hand humanity had a deeper desire for more, until they were to the point that their lives were consumed by video games, cell phones, the need to constantly stay connected to the internet. Women were taught that to be beautiful one must be rail thin with huge artificial breast and tanned skinned. That to be intelligent was a turn off. If one had imperfections then they were not worth the time of day. Men with massively built bodies thanks to the effects of steroids; arrogant men who flaunted themselves with these stick thin women who couldn’t help but make Autumn wonder at that time how could they even copulate seeing the massive differences. Surely the men would hurt the women with their oversized bodies; possibly crush her and her implants at the same time. The world had become nothing more than artificiality, and it had disgusted her.
All of that changed with the Apocalypse of 2012. The world was destroyed for the most part and over 70 percent of the human race along with it. It was truly survival of the fittest, and those bimbos and roid enraged men were the first to go. Those not fortunate enough to survive or die became the plague known as zombies. They are an abomination and a constant threat to the current society at large. Autumn never had to fear for anything. The leader of the vampires, Drake, had seen to it. He protected her when the apocalypse came, and ensured she safely made it civilization when the time came.

Most vampires knew nothing of their King, the one who was the oldest of them all; however Autumn was not most vampires. She knew far more of their leader, though it was still not enough. Always one to protect himself above all others, he would not let in her completely, even after over 400 years of being his lover. He knew she would never betray him; however he never wanted to place her in the situation where she would have knowledge of him that someone would deem vital to his destruction. For that alone he could never risk her, not when she had become his most trusted and beloved child, after his son that is. It was that loyalty to him alone that kept her secured in the position that she was in. She wanted for nothing and was always at his beck and call; which is as he prefers it.

It was nice that she was allowed the freedom that she had, and it was not easily obtained. Centuries had passed and many lessons had passed before it had actually become a reality, but that didn’t mean she had to like the isolation it brought her. Sometimes she thought that it was just another way for Drake to make sure that she remained untouched by anyone but him, whenever that was he chose to do so. Autumn was his child, his lover when he wanted her, and most importantly his possession. There had been a time, when she had become enamored with a tall, dark, and curly haired human. She had desired him for so long that she was willing to petition Drake to have him for herself. When she asked in earnest to allow her to take a lover other than himself he agreed so swiftly that she had failed to see consequences behind it. She had always been watched over by Drake or someone close to him when it came to feedings to make sure she never killed them in the process; never before asking for a lover had she controlled her feeding desires on her own. When she took the human male as a lover no one was there to watch over her to make sure she pulled back, and as a result she killed him in the throes of passion. Misery ate at her afterwards. How could she kill someone she had desired so much? And why had Drake not allowed her to be monitored as he always had before? She ran to him crying, so many emotions ate at her; anger, sadness, disappointment, and guilt were just a few of them. She slammed her fist against his chest and she cried out in agony. She pleaded to know why he allowed this happen when he claimed that she was his beloved child. It was all too simple really. He told her that she was his and to ask for another lover when he had been the only one to claim her was a slap in that face. She belonged to him and him only and she had to see it for herself to realize it.

He wrapped Autumn’s neck gently in wide gold bangle type necklace. No longer would she bare her neck nor share her body with anyone other than him unless he allowed it. It stayed that way until right before the apocalypse. They were at a point that he rarely visited her bed; he removed the necklace on her 675th birthday, signaling that he was allowing her the option to live her life how she saw fit. She remained an ever dutiful child to him, becoming as close of confidants as he could manage. She still kept her neck covered out of respect to him, especially since she had yet to find someone she desired above all else, even above Drake. Until that time came she would allow her neck to remain only his.

So now Drake keeps her housed in the Casino of the Magistrate, under the watchful eye of Thor Ericsson. Her residency here was the very reason she felt she could not move forward. She wanted to take the chance to love again, or at least look for love again, but being under the magistrate made her feel that she had watchful eyes trained on her, ready to report to Drake at a moment’s notice.

She finally arrived and was ushered out of her car and into the casino. She rubbed the whalebone necklace that Drake gifted her 400 years ago. She wasn’t sure if she should proceed spend some time in the socializing area of the Valhalla or call in a night and try again tomorrow. It had been a rather long evening at Drake’s and she was rather tired, but it would be rather nice to not have to go to bed alone. It was in the entryway of the casino that she looked deeply lost in thought, her delicate appearing hands softly caressing the necklace she adorned as she thought of what to do next.

[Edward Dalton]

Edward was late. Despite the fact that he was late, he should have still had plenty of time to get back to the lab before he transformed back into a vampire. He moved at a fast clip, struggling to keep his stack of papers from spilling from his arms. He had thousands of notes he took while testing his humanity, his strength, his appetite, his speed, his glamour, you name it, he was testing it. It seemed the serum he had created did, in fact, get weaker each time he took it. It was by all means, far from being complete and he was frustrated. He went over figures in his mind as he walked. Twice he stumbled and shuffled his papers again. He could feel the odd, fiery tingle begin to spread under his skin as he picked up his pace. Not enough time, there was not enough time. He should have had another hour…

Edward has been operating in the secret lab under the city with a team of vampire scientists who did nothing but research all day. Their job was to find ways to improve life, strengthen the humans, enhance their blood, and whatever else they saw fit to do with the humans. But one of Edwards solutions to the problem was to find a cure for vampirism. Since he was one of the most brilliant men on earth, Drake had give him “Legendary” status, meaning he was free to do as he pleased, anywhere, to anyone, without question. That made it easy to hide some of his more brilliant experiments.

Sweat broke out over his body and his skin became hot and flushed. “No, no, no, no.” he mumbled, “Not yet.” He quickly stepped up the marble stairs that lead to the door of the Valhalla, where he lived, and was gripped by a wave of searing pain, half way up. He doubled over, spilling many of his notes which nearly blew away before he could recover. Thankfully, the doorman and bellhop retrieved them along with a few passers by. “Thank you….thank you…” he panted. The door man looked at him with concern, “Are you alright, Sir? Shall I get a medic?” he asked. Almost before he could finish the sentence, he waved the man away and pulled out a gold badge. “Dr. Edward Dalton. I have Legendary status. Leave me alone.” He stammered, “I just need to get to my room.” He added as he stood up and began walking again. He looked up to see a beautiful woman on the steps and paused a moment to study her. “Whale bone…” he stated softly, “Quite a lovely piece.” He doubled over again, “No, not yet.” He grimaced and ran into the casino and made a beeline for the elevator. He weaved and wove his way through the crowd of people and into the long hallway where the bay of lifts stood ready to carry people to their rooms. He jammed his finger into the up button then fell into the wall, barely able to stay standing on his own two feet.

[ameliana]

Autumn remained lost in thought, not knowing exactly where she should go next or what she should do. She didn’t really want to return to her room for all she would have done there is stare at the wall or read yet another three to four books before it became daylight and she succumb to the coma-like sleep the light brought forth. Her thoughts reeled as they searched the recesses of her mind for ideas to keep her entertained; no distracted was more like it. Something to keep her distracted from the fact that Drake rarely called upon her, and when he did it wasn’t for a lover’s embrace yet to check up on her. She had a fairly good feeling that he called upon her sometimes just to see if she still voluntarily kept herself reserved; a willing trophy.

A deliciously intoxicating scent slammed her back into reality. The smell was human, no doubt about it. No other scent of blood would create this fire of desire throughout her body. Her legs hummed with anticipation of attack. It rather startled her to feel this way as well. Nothing had provoked her as well as this scent did since the human lover she killed. That alone made her fearful. She did not want a repeat of all the years ago. She knew she was older, and perhaps more adept to handle this desire than she was last time, yet how far did she want to test herself?

“Whale bone…quite a lovely piece”

His voice was feather soft; barely brushed against her conscious, yet its impact was far more powerful than being hit by a five ton block of cement. It tore through her, causing a slight jerk in response to it., not a jerk of terror, fear, panic, or surprise. It was a jerk of pleasure, one that would indicate to continue in the path being taken to ensure mind blowing enjoyment. Autumn turned her head in the direction of the sound and gasped as her eyes were rewarded with the sight of an incredibly handsome man. One with chiseled features; strong square jaw, well defined cheek bones, slightly thin yet enticing lips, and most importantly his eyes. His eyes stood out to her the most. She had never seen eyes so pale on a human before. They reminded her of that of a vampire’s but he clearly was human. She could smell it in his blood. No vampire would be able fake a human scent, not in their blood. It was impossible. Yet his eyes were a pale blue; comparable to a powder blue in color. They were a stark contrast to the naturally tanned looking skin he appeared to have. Autumn felt herself gawking but she couldn’t help herself. This man attracted her on so many levels.

It became prevalent as she studied him that something was wrong. Right after he had spoke he doubled over in pain and she clearly heard with her fine tuned hearing that he had said “no, not yet.” What was happening again? Concern for him propelled her forward unconsciously as he ran into the casino. She rushed but she didn’t need to bolt after him. She was attuned to the scent of his blood. She used that to trail him. She didn’t want him to fear her and act reckless as a result of that fear. She caught up to him at a distance as he forcefully pressed the up elevator button and almost appeared to collapse into the wall beside it. She walked up to him slowly. “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but notice you at the Casino entrance. Are you ok? You seem to be in pain. Is there anything I could do to help you?”

[Edward Dalton]

Edward was startled by the woman approaching him. She was a vampire, that was certain. Why was she bothering with him? Vampires didn’t really care about the humans, that was just a ruse to keep their food supply going. At least in his experience, but then, he didn’t get out much. He looked at her quizzically. She was so beautiful but he was in so much pain it didn’t matter if she was the most beautiful woman in the world. “I…” he stammered then grunted with pain again, “I have legendary status…” he said weakly and tried to pull out his badge but dropped it to the floor. “I….have legendary status…” he panted and reached for the badge, nearly falling. He leaned back against the wall to wait for the pain to pass. His face contorted in pain and his mouth dropped open as his canines suddenly became elongated and the color drained not only from his face but from everywhere his skin was visible. “No, not yet.” He whined softly, “I…just need to get to my suite…”

The lift doors opened and Edward staggered in, grabbing the badge off the floor and stumbling onto the floor of the lift. He scooted to the side and leaned on the wall. His heart began to falter, stopping and starting. Feeling the heart attack, Edward gripped his chest and whimpered in pain. He forced his eyes up at the woman. “You…you come with me…” he commanded, “By…by auth…oh god…by authority of Drake Legends…if I…pass…out…take me…to ph102…top…floor…” he stammered out the order. He knew he needed help with the transformation in full swing. But his very nature would not let him be a tyrant, even with the authority he possessed. “Please…” he whimpered, “help me…”

[ameliana]

The poor man was in pain. That much was prevalent by just looking at him. But even in the pain he was trying to push Autumn away with his statement of legendary status. How did this human have a legendary status badge when she herself didn’t? Drake was the only person to hand them out. And he wasn’t giving with them either. She had been with him over half a millennia and she had yet to deserve a badge. This frustrated her a bit but she let it slide. This human must be extraordinary to warrant one. But as she watched him with concern she began to see just a little bit of why he may have received his badge. As she reached to prevent him from falling and retrieve his badge she saw his mouth open. She was halted in her steps as she couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed as she saw his canines lengthen and the color seep from his face. This wasn’t a turning. No vampire could be turned like this yet here he was changing before her very eyes. His blood even smelled different; no longer the rich fragrant scent of human, but now vampire. It was even more intoxicating to her now than before.

Autumn continued to watch him wide-eyed as he staggered into the elevator after grabbing his badge when it opened. He clutched at his heart and she heard his whimper of pain. Every fiber of her being wanted to help him. He was agony and she knew it. Even with being unsure of how exactly he was changing from human to vampire she knew that after seeing him clutch at his chest that with the change from human to vampire nis heart must be faltering. How incredibly painful that must be. He would literally be having a heart attack, or similar sensation from the change. With what seemed to be great strength he look her in the eyes. “You…you come with me…” he tried to command though it came out more a desperate plea in her opinion, “By…by auth…oh god…by authority of Drake Legends…if I…pass…out…take me…to ph102…top…floor…” it would seem he wanted to be commanding and demanding yet he didn’t seem to possess the ferocity needed to pass it off as such. “Please…help me” he whimpered.

That was all it took. Autumn was in the elevator in the blink of an eye. She scooped the man up gently and cradled him to her bosom. With the severity of pain she saw him in there was no way she could leave him to walk to his penthouse suite. He could barely stand as it was. It was a short ride to the Penthouse floor. She knew the floor well. Autumn had a suite on this floor as well, only hers was on the opposite end. That could be a good reason as to why she had never seen him before. Once out of the elevator she rushed them to his room as gently as she could. “Hold on to me, I need one of my hands for a moment.” She cooed to him. She searched his pocket for his key she opened the door and took him straight to his bed. She lowered his body, still in extreme pain down to the velvety soft down bed. She stroked his hair back with one hand and held his hand with the other as she sat on the bed beside him. “What can I do? Tell me what you need. Is there anything you need or anything that I can do to help you through this?” she asked softly.

She had questions for him. Of this there was no doubt. How could she not? She was one of Drake’s beloveds and she just witnessed a human start to turn in to a vampire in front of her very eyes, one who was given legendary status by the very vampire who made her and kept her under him for so long. Does Drake know about this? Is this why the man was given legendary status? Does this make the man a threat to Drake? Her brain was teeming with questions that would have to wait until the man was at a point that she could ask him, that is if he even survived whatever type of change this was.

[Edward Dalton]

Edward had a good sense about people and he had a good feeling about this woman. She would help him so he relaxed into her arms. It just reminded him of how fragile humans are. In that moment, he wondered did he really want to go back to being a human. They had so many needs, so many hang ups, they were injured so easily, they were slow and clumsy, they saw the world through dimmed eyes and dulled senses. Did he really want that?

Pain racked his body as he was laid on the bed. He could hear the worman asking did he need anything, could she help in any way. There really wasn’t much she could do so he shook his head. But then he was gripped with the realization that she may leave if he didn’t need her. Whilst he was the type that liked to be alone, his pain made him feel as if he didn’t want to be left alone in this room by himself while he changed, painfully, back into his natural state. His hand moved with lightning speed and gripped her hand with more strength than a human should have. He knew he could not hold on too tight because she too, was a vampire.

His heart faltered again and while he was gripped with pain, he took comfort in the long delicate fingers he held in his grip. “I’m…going to die…now…” he gasped and licked his lips, “Don’t call….anyone…I’ll be…ok.” He panted just before he gripped his chest again. He could hear the steady beat of his heart, thundering in his ears, suddenly began to skip wildly, sped up as a hummingbird then stopped. Edwards body became limp and his hand lost its grip and fell to the mattress. His eyes stared open at the ceiling or at something completely beyond that, way out deep in the universe. For all intents and purposes, he was dead.

The process takes about 5 minutes before the single beat thumped in his chest. The single beat that would not occur again for at least 30 minutes which was normal for a vampire. His eyes closed and he took a soft breath and sighed in relief before opening his eyes. He lifted his hands to rub at his face before looking at the woman who had brought him in. “Thank you.” He murmured, “But you can’t tell anyone about this.” His body was 100% transformed into his natural vampiric state. His skin was pale, his teeth pronounced, his heart beating only 2-3 times per minute, his hunger…overwhelming. Hunger carried and ominous scent in a vampire. Vampires who smelled it knew their comrade was hungry, humans only smelled a sweet, musky or spicy, intoxicating scent that drew them to the predator. He moved to sit up and hung his head, “It was too soon…I should have had another hour…” he mourned.

[ameliana]

The man that Autumn helped into his room shook his head back and forth in response to her question indicating he didn’t need further help. She wasn’t sure if he would want her to stick around during this painful process. She wanted to be respectful and afford him opportunity to change without the presence of a stranger, which is what she was to him. She turned to leave, letting his hand slip from hers when it was just as quickly snatched up.

Autumn looked into his eyes as a reaction to having her hand snatched up. Without saying a word this act alone indicated to her that she was needed. It was a wonderful feeling to have a sense of not necessary belonging, but being needed byt someone. This felt right as well; his hand in hers and her watching over him.

“I’m…going to die…now” Autumn heard him gasp and it ripped at her heart. “Don’t call…anyone…I’ll be…ok.” A strangled gasp escaped her throat. She felt she was losing him after having only met him. It seemed crazy but that was how she felt. And in a way it was true. The man she met was a human male. He was hot blooded and he had a temperature. The man lying on the bed was in the process, for a reason known to her as to how, of being turned into a vampire. It was beyond anything she knew of in regards to a vampire’s turning. She watched him as he became still; body going limp and his hand dropped to the bed. She fumbled for it, having a hard time seeing it well only to realize that she could see for the bloody tears that clouded her eyes. “Shoot…” she muttered. Tears on a vampire were messy and a pain in the ass. They weren’t the normal tears like that of a human; since vampires only carry blood in their system their tears were composed of the very substance. They stained everything they came in contact with; rather bothersome really. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. She took the man’s hand back in hers. She watched him as he laid there dead. There was no doubt about it he died. But her hearing was attuned enough to hear the faint heart beat. It was immensely slower compared to a human’s. She breathed a sigh of relief and wiped at her eyes to clean away any blood from them as she watched him lie there. That heart beat was followed by the closing of eyes and a soft inhale. She wiped at her eyes fiercely with the one available hand. She could not bring herself to let go of his hand. He would let her know when he wanted her to let go. She hoped her face was cleared up by the time he opened his eyes. She let go of his hand as he lifted it to his face.

“Thank you.” He replied softly “But you cannot tell anyone about this” She eyes narrowed slightly as his comment. So he was hiding something from Drake. She wondered if Drake knew to the extent of this man’s work. Maybe he should be made aware of the state she found this man in the next time she saw him. As she was deep in thought when her olfactory system was assaulted by the scent of his hunger. “Oh!” She exclaimed “you’re hungry. Of course you’d be after the transformation. That was silly of me to say. If you’re hungry you can take from…” she paused as she realized she was reaching for the jewelry that adorned her neck. What in the hell possessed her to do that. She hadn’t bared her neck for anyone other than Drake in centuries. She told herself that only someone worthy would have her removing the covering on her neck. Only someone fitting to take Drake’s place would remove her voluntary bond. She knew nothing of this man other than he was human and now he’s not. Yet she was ready t go throw the necklace to the curb. She moved her hand away from her neck “Would you like me to call a blood slave up so you can slake your thirst?” As she spoke she heard him speak morosely of something being too soon. What was too soon? What should he have had another hour for? Hell, what exactly is it he does? She had to know more. All of this seemed odd to her and something within needed to figure out just what in the world was he doing or had done? She waited by his side for his answer.

[Edward Dalton]

Edward had to admit that he was hungry but the care this vampire was showing was intriguing to him. While it did happen from time to time, it wasn’t very often you met vampires who still carried humanity in them. One of the reasons he wanted to find a cure was so he would never lose his humanity. That was one thought that disturbed him greatly, to end up a heartless bloodsucker with no cares for the creature he fed on. He never wanted to be like that.

“Yes…yes, I am free to take from Thor’s herd, two doors down, I can…I can go select one. Just let me recover from the transformation for a moment.” He felt so weak after the transformation. He was always starved and sometimes it was hours before he felt better if there was not a readily available food source. “I usually have time to get one before it happens.” He explained. “I…I should have had more time…the formula…I think I am building a resistance to it. That’s not good, not good at all.” He reached weakly for the notebook on his side table and fumbled to open it. He took the pen that was stuck in the spiral and began writing figures. “I think…concentrate…yes concentrate the formula more…” he muttered. Suddenly as if he realized she was still in the room he looked up and her and smiled. His stark blue eyes beamed up at her with a wise innocence.

“Thank you for helping me. I can reward you. I have access to anything you may wish to have, furs, makeup, jewelry, art, even music. Just name it.” He offered. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the wave of hunger that swept him. “I wish human food didn’t dissolve during the transformation, I just had a hot dog and ice cream. It was delicious.” The thought of eating it now, however turned him green in the gills. “Oh my, that sounds disgusting…” he added, “What is your name? I am Dr. Edward Dalton.” He reached his hand out in introduction then let the notebook drop to the floor as his other hand went to his gut and another wave of hunger washed over him. It was apparent in his face that he felt absolutely wretched.

[ameliana]

Autumn had to admit that he confounded her. He talked about formulas, and how he should have had more time as if she knew exactly what he was talking about. And though it confounded her it also intrigued her. She wanted to know more about this formula and how did it relate his prior humanity. Could it be possible that he created a formula that could mask vampiric nature, making one seem or give off the essence of being a mortal? It had to be something along those lines for surely no vampire would want to purposely create a potion, if it were even possible, that would turn them human. That would be preposterous. Vampires were top of the food chain here, one would be absolutely off of their rocker to want to intentionally become human.

“Are you sure you will be able to even move anytime soon? It looked rather painful to endure what you just did. Surely I could go pick one out for you. Just tell me what you look for in a food source and I can go pick one out for you.” She replied in response to his going pick out one to feed from. He looked so weak in and pain at this moment. He put on a good show in front of her but she could read the signs. His voice said one thing but the grimacing on his face betrayed another. Autumn remembered when she was first turned. The hunger was unbearable. She didn’t even want to move at first. She had been rather annoyed with her weakness as a vampire when Drake had first turned her. Just thinking of Drake made her feel immensely guilty about even considering baring her neck for the vampire before her. But also at the same time she wondered what would it have felt like to feel his fangs upon her neck, sinking into her skin and pulling gulp after gulp of her life force. Her body falsely flushed at the thought. She would actually have to be living to literally flush from the though she just had but her body felt the sensation nonetheless.

“I don’t need a reward” She smiled kindly at him. “I am well cared for and want for nothing. But thank you for offering. I didn’t help you for payment.” Autumn lowered her gaze slightly as she spoke next “I’m afraid I was enticed by your scent. You smelled and looked completely human…and uh, rather appealing to me. Forgive me.” Her eyes locked on his face and watched him incredulously when he talked of human food dissolving. “So you really were human?” the confusion she held thickly coated her words as she spoke them. The mere thought turned her stomach as she watched the same repulsion in his. “My name is Autumn…Autumn Frost.” She grasped the hand he offered and watched sympathetically as his other dropped what it was holding and clasped his stomach. He was in so much pain from hunger; it was clearly portrayed on his face. One would have to be blind to not see it.

What was she to do? He stated to her he wanted to go pick out a human to feed from but could not move and the hunger would not become any easier. She almost willingly gave him her neck but thought twice on it. What would drake think? She knew he gave her leave to live her life, but she couldn’t help but feel beholden to him; her conscious would not let her let Edward sit here and starve while he couldn’t move. She pondered for a few more moments, fighting against what she felt was her personal unbound duty to Drake and her own newly developing feelings. In the end the developing feelings won out. Slowly and methodically she raised her hands to the clasp on her necklace and released it, allowing the necklace to fall down to her lap. Even though she had removed the neck adornments many times it was always behind closed doors alone. It felt innately intimate to do so now in front of him. She leaned over him, placing one hand on either side of him and lowered her neck to just above his lips. “Here, take from me. I know you need it and it will help you more if it’s from a well aged vampire such as me. Use me Edward, I want to help you.”

[Edward Dalton]

Edward was intrigued by this woman. He had never seen her before yet he felt like he should have. Maybe he had smelled her somewhere before. “Yes, I was human. I developed a serum that I can inject myself with and, for a time, I revert back to my human form.” He smiled smugly as if he had invented the cure for cancer…again.

“Any..any blood would be good.” He stammered shyly. He would even take the bottled blood they sold at the bar, he didn’t care he was just hungry. He wondered how it was that this woman wanted for nothing. Who cared for her? Sure, vampires had the freedom to excavate the ruins of human civilization to get the creature comforts humans could not retrieve, but she didn’t seen the time to go trudging around in ruins. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Autumn.” He whimpered softly. He could heal fast and be whole again if he only had….

His head snapped up and the sight of her neck so close to his lips. She smelled so good. He licked his lips. “No, I mustn’t.” He shook his head but his teeth clicked out and moved closer. He inhaled her scent deeply, his eyes rolled closed and his mouth opened, “I…I really mustn’t.” He stammered, but then, with a whimper, he bit into her neck. He could not help himself. He drew a mouthful and groaned with ecstasy. His manhood immediately filled up his pants as it usually does for any vampire, only he had never been with a woman. He sucked gently, taking small swallows, savoring every taste.

[ameliana]

Autumn’s body hummed with anticipation of what was to come. She could hear him struggle against using her as a blood source but she knew his body would win out. It was starving and needed the nutrition that drinking her blood would provide it. She heard his teeth click out and all every nerve in her body was on edge waiting, yearning, and desiring to feel the sharp prick followed by pure pleasure when once he bit her. It had been so long since her neck was exposed that it had become an erotic zone for her. She knew this from the last few encounters that she had with her maker.

As she felt his breath on her skin her body responded automatically. A moan escaped her lips and she could feel desire running through her. She knew to anticipate this with allowing him to drink from her but she was unable to help herself, it was so pleasurable that her body just automatically indulged itself, as if to say ’look it’s been quite a while now and we’re feeling neglected…so we’re going to take advantage of this and enjoy it’. She leaned in closer, making sure he would not resist that temptation. She realized that she really wanted him to bite her. She wanted to feel his teeth in her. Were she not so bashful she would want and push for more, but for now she was content in this alone.

When his teeth pierced her skin it was absolute heaven. Autumn’s body felt like it had literally exploded into a million pieces; her mind and body both blown. She cried out in the bliss of the moment as she felt every pull of her blood on a molecular level. Instinctively she pressed her body against his, her hand running the length of his chest and stomach. In this manner she couldn’t help but feel how his body responded to hers. It sent delicious thoughts running rampant through her mind. She pulled at his shirt until her hand was able to slide underneath it. She proceeded to run her hand up and down his body on what parts of his body she could obtain as she unconsciously began rubbing herself against him slowly. She didn’t even realize that she was doing so with her mind so preoccupied on the pleasure Edward was giving her with his teeth alone.

“Oh Edward that feels…wonderful” She purred at him as he continued to drink from her.

[Thor Ericsson]

To be continued elsewhere...