All I Ever Wanted
In the end she gave me everything I’d ever wanted.
She gave me her body, which I worshipped with lips, teeth, and tongue.
She gave me her heart, filled with both the love and the hatred I craved. Her soul cried out for mine, and her misery when those calls when unanswered made me smile. But she couldn’t deny the passion between us. Her cries of ecstasy echoing through the halls of the mansion were a testament to it, making something inside me sing with delight. Her core, tight and wet and warm, clenching possessively around me, betraying her when her words did not. But what she gave me next was more precious than all of that combined.
She gave me her blood.
As my fangs sank deeply into her pulsing vein, she cried out, and her voice calling out my name was surely the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. But even that paled in comparison to the power. The first drop of blood on my tongue slammed through my body and I shuddered from the force. Instinctively, I thrust deeper inside her, the sounds of her pleasure combined with the power of her blood overwhelming me. Mindlessly, I fed from her, the mixture of emotions in her blood, the rage, hate, love, and fear, blending together to create the most powerful drug. Like an addict, I craved it, and I knew I would never find its equal.
It was only when her body lay lax beneath me mine, the pounding of her heart slowing to a faint beat, that I reluctantly pulled away. She lay naked on the cold stone floor, my seed damp on her thighs, wisps of golden hair clinging to her face, her lips parted slightly as she took in shallow breaths. My mark showed clearly on her neck, a sign of both our victory and our defeat. For a moment I was tempted to leave her there, to let her die there on that floor, showing man, demon, and God that only I had bested this Slayer, who was feared by so many and had destroyed demons more powerful than I. Most of all, I wanted her Watcher and her friends to see just how much their Slayer was willing to give up for me, the demon who took pleasure in every ounce of their pain.
Then I remembered her blood, sweet and potent, heady and intoxicating.
I grabbed a dagger from the mantle above the fireplace, returning quickly to her side. Kneeling beside her, I took her head in my hands, resting it gently on my lap. Holding the blade to my wrist, I sliced open the skin, watching as the blood, her blood, ran down my arm. Placing my wrist at her lips, I coaxed her to drink. As the blood slid down her throat, her eyes blinked open and she moaned, sucking eagerly at the wound.
She walked in that night willing to do anything to save the ones she loved. And she gave me everything I asked for, her body, her soul, her life. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted her.
Forever.
The End