Chapter 25: .•9.2•.

She quickly grabbed that folded napkin from the side of her plate, angrily passing it over her mouth. Oh, she was definitely about to...

That mild sting on the middle of her lower lip was the first thing she had felt. Followed by that air forcefully leaving her lungs. Her blood freezing in her veins. Her heart stopping.

They were...red...a dark shade of burgundy red...his eyes...they were bloody red. Literally. And there were two sharp and pearly-white fangs protruding from between his lips. Fangs. Long and frightening fangs.

"Damn it."

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The scream that tore through her throat reverberated through the whole bloody manor, its incredibly high pitch and intensity even managing to grate on the vampire's sensitive hearing.

Damn it. Damn those fucking paper napkins. And damn that way too sensible skin of hers.

He heard that chair screech right before noticing her stumbling out of that dining room like a frightened little animal, her kitten heels producing loud clicking sounds as she ran down the hallway. Yep. That was definitely not the best of choices for a desperate flee from your soon-to-be executioner.

"Darn it," he tsked, lowering his chin with mock defeat.

"I was really starting to like her," he lightly shook his head. And after a simple sigh, he rose himself to his feet. Getting to stand right in front of her as used his vampiric speed. Effectively blocking her way in less than a second.

"I guess sex is off the table now?" He playfully tilted his head to the side, observing the thoroughly horrified look on her face.

She let out a blood-curdling scream in reply, stumbling right past him.

"Right. I guess that counts as a "yes"."

He simply turned around, watching her climb those steps into a funny and terribly uncoordinated way, her limbs flying and slipping all over the place in her desperate and rather too dramatic attempt to escape.

Humans... He lightly shook his head with disapproval.

He listened to the sounds of her frightened little mewls and whimpers whilst performing that unceremonious and totally unattractive crawl over the stairs, the salty taste of her tears so tangible in the air.

"Oh yes, I know, I know," he sweetly said with a mock-soothing tone, continuing to simply watch her struggle. Arms crossing over his chest as he did so.

"You don't understand what's happening to you, you are scared, you just want to go home..." he droned on, keeping that overly-dramatic and mocking tone.

"Believe me, darling. We all do," he suddenly added, his tone becoming dark and grave.

The girl let out another frightened scream at the sound of that, finally managing to climb all those stairs. She swiftly disappeared from his line of sight.

Fuck. Why did it have to happen now, of all times? Couldn't it have happened later on? Prefferably after he'd had his fun with her body?

"And she also happened to be a virgin. What a fucking waste," he grumpily mumbled under his breath as he started trudging his way up the stairs. He'd rarely had one of those. Which was exactly why they were his favorites. They tended to bleed more. And moan louder.

Oh well...

He blew out a breath, shoving his hands into his dress pants' pockets as he proceeded to wander down the corridor. Guiding himself after her potent scent of fear.

"Come on out now, sweetheart. I will not hurt you, I promise," he called out after her, using that mockingly innocent tone of his.

"Not too much anyway..." he added with a smirk in a lower voice.

He paused to listen and find out which room she had hidden in, immediately hearing that pounding heartbeat coming straight from her bedroom.

Really? How predictable. He was already starting to grow bored. So he barged right in with a kick of his foot against the door, hearing that muffled little squeal.

He grinned with delight.

"Come on out, come on out, sweetie. Daddy wants to play," he taunted, listening to the sounds of her increasing heartbeats. Damn. Just a few pumps faster and it was going to fucking explode.

He tsked. Not before I have my taste first.

He veered to the left and then pried the doors of a large armoire open, as if opening up a present. He grinned almost devilishly at the sight of her nestled in there, hands pressed against her mouth to muffle the sounds as she softly cried.

"Gotcha. Play time's over, darling," She audibly whimpered in reply, her large eyes rimmed with redness and glassy with tears.

"P-please..." He grabbed a firm hold of her arm, forcefully pulling her out of there. She stumbled forwards and immediately let out a scream in return, starting to futilely struggle and squirm in his hold.

"No! Let me go! No!" She screeched and gave him a few feeble shoves, desperately trying to rip herself free from his iron grip.

"Only if you ask me nicely," he mockingly taunted, grabbing both her arms before pulling her impossibly close to his chest. She mewled out so despondently, the sound momentarily doing strange things to him. He forced himself to brush it aside. And with a brief boost of his supernatural speed he had her pressed against the nearest wall, the girl's back smacking against it with a dull sound. She let out a pained moan.

"I was planning to woo you, you know, the old-fashioned way," he softly said, grabbing both her arms and pining them above her head. She couldn't help but whimper.

"Have you start trusting me, maybe even fall in love with me..." he smirked, using only one hand to shackle her wrists whilst the other gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. At his deceivingly handsome face.

"Ah...," he sighed, expressing a wicked smirk. "We would've had so much fun together, you and I..." he peered into her tear-filled eyes, the girl letting out another small and despondent whimper. He let his gaze roam over her delicate features, his blood-red eyes zeroing in on that small droplet hanging over her lower lip. He immediately leaned over and licked it with a slow stroke, making the girl softly whimper again. He could feel her trembling so violently beneath his powerful body, her breath hitching with audible sobs. And as soon as that small droplet of blood reached his tastebuds he almost moaned with delight, his bloodshot pupils dilating. Fuck. It was exquisite. It made his body thrum with energy. Even his dick was painfully hard right now.