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She whimpered softly as she peered into the surrounding woods, squinted in a vain attempt to see through the underbrush. A droplet made its way down her face, slowed by the dirt and grime that made its home there. Presca was torn from her thoughts by a sharp pain in her side. She looked down to see her pants ripped at the thigh from a particularly nasty rose bush, it took all her willpower to suppress even a gasp. The blood flowed freely with the rain as she forced herself free of the bush. She swore quietly to herself and covered her bloody thigh with a scrap she tore from her shirt.
A pair of green eyes that did more than pierce the darkness, they seemed able to wither the very ground they gazed upon. She turned her head a near inhuman degree to the left, focusing on some unseen sign that only her senses could perceive. The woman grinned coyly and took a deep breath, closing her eyes to enhance the sanguine scent that filled her nostrils. Her smile only grew wider in anticipation as she quietly adjusted herself in the tree above her prey. This was her second favorite part of the chase, waiting out her victim and playing with them.
Presca cursed as she held her thigh and limped onward, trying to put as much distance between herself and that… monster as she could. Her hands trembled at the thought of those terrible seas of poison. It had been hours since she had begun running, a simple miscalculation and a faulty gas meter on her car had left her stranded in the woods. Before long she felt eyes on her, that haunting gaze that had left a lump in her throat and a knot in her stomach. She had only glimpsed her stalker, a flash of lightning illuminating the imposing figure. A chill ran down her spine, her eyes grew huge and terror filled her heart. All she could think about afterwards was running away from those terrible eyes. Despite her sure footing, she couldn't help but stumble from the constant looking over her shoulder. Their eyes met briefly and she swore she felt a hand grip her heart. The root caught her shoe, tripping her and taking off the shoe.
The smile she wore was gleeful, almost as though a child had given her flowers or she had just lay with a lover. If one could read her thoughts they would find her smile to be less than innocent. She took a deep breath and waited for the lightning to strike. Her senses could detect the flash of lightning just before it happened, mere moments before the bolt could be seen she leapt from the branch, a terrifying avatar of death and terror. A shriek echoed through the woods, a result of her fear inducing feat. The cry of fear caused her malicious grin to spread to her eyes, a certain twinkle showing itself in her emerald orbs. She shuddered with excitement, incredibly pleased by her own dramatic display. There was even a dull throbbing in her nethers that had begun to turn into a passionate burning.
Presca tumbled to the ground, yelping as she met the dirt. A sharp rock left a gash in her calf, shallow but already bleeding. She whimpered and clutched at her injured leg, looking around frantically for a sign of the beast pursuing her. After waiting for several long moments and hearing only the gentle rain, she allowed herself a sigh of relief. With a deep breath and grit teeth she managed to stumble to her feet, heavily favoring the uninjured leg. Her pace had slowed considerably but she was still staggering along, driven by the instincts of the hunted. She was motivated only by an animalistic desire to live and that alone warmed her cold limbs and dulled the ache in her very bones.
The creature of the night allowed herself a smile that radiated admiration for her prey, a genuine sense of pride that she had kept up the chase for so long. Oftentimes her poor victim would have given up long before now, usually resulting in bargaining. It was nice to see a creature so pitiful that it would give up so soon at the slightest prospect of easy salvation. However, that's not what she was after tonight. Tonight she desired a hunt. The unfortunate girl has provided just that and she was split between ending the chase or seeing how long this mortal could manage to last. A thud was heard and to her disappointment she saw the crumpled heap that radiated fear and desperation. She took a moment to express what could've been anger or annoyance before approaching, she did so casually, assuming that her meal had truly surrendered by now. Her spine tingled faintly and she smiled, bemused by the tiniest spark of violence she senses from the girl.
She trembled like a leaf, clutching a pocket knife she had carefully opened and intended to use in a last ditch effort to defend herself. The woman did what she could to steady her breathing before jumping to her feet and swinging the knife in front of her. Presca whimpered, seeing that the pursuer was not in range, she swore that the blade should've connected but it was as though her eyes played tricks on her. She raised the knife at her attacker, gritting her teeth and shaking with fear that ebbed at her soul. "S-Stay back!" Her voice carried the same uncertainty as her body, worn by rain and exhaustion, it was little more than a raspy question. A grin spread across the woman's face, cruel and somehow soft, she shook before opening her mouth to guffaw at the sight before her. It was not often that her prey was so bold nor that they even had the fighting spirit. That was to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Presca had tears streaming down her face as the woman grew closer, little more than amused by the knife she was being threatened with. She shook even as she muttered those useless words once more. "Stay back!" Even the rage and hatred that flowed through them was dulled now, a rock in a stream, smoothed by the gentle yet persistent current that wears all stone to dust in time.
The hunter's smile seemed to shift in the dark, her pale visage shown briefly with every lightning strike, a calmness to her pale face and smug grin that was common in the face of someone who had won a game of chess. An almost gloating expression that spoke of a certain victory, a confidence that spoke of assured triumph from the very beginning. "So it's true what they say, even a worm… " Her voice was deep and sultry, a satisfied tone that made Presca's stomach do somersaults. She took her time approaching, enjoying the way her prey's eyes were glued to her swaying form as though it mattered. Truthfully, she could've killed the poor girl a hundred times over, this was for her own gratification. The hunt was over, this song and dance only served to humiliate the exhausted prey, her victim had given up. Wordlessly, the vampire had reached Presca, her arm clutching Presca's wrist until she dropped the blade with a yelp. "Come now, little deer, is there no more fight left in you? You seemed so determined to escape me.." The back of her hand glided up Presca's cheek, a warm act done with a frigid hand. She emphasized the second sentence in a mocking tone, taking great pleasure in the whimper of defeat that escaped her latest meal. The smile seemed to warm for a moment, the reason made clear as she pulled back her hand, a smear of blood coated her knuckles. Her icy gaze fixed on the eyes of her victim, almost playfully in the sea of green that chilled her to the bone.
Presca shuddered as the night stalker tenderly licked at her bloodstained hand, maintaining that cold stare that pierced her very soul. Some small part of her wanted to run but she found herself unable to move, transfixed on the bloodsucker and what she had planned. She blinked herself out of the stupor those hypnotic eyes had put her in, the vampire seemed almost satisfied by her disorientation, her senses slowly returning to her as the adrenaline of the chase wore off. Her cuts had begun to sting painfully and the cold was finally getting to her. The mortal tried to remain defiant, glaring fiercely at her capturer even as she helplessly sank to her knees. This seemed to amuse the creature of the night, prompting a chortle to escape from between her bloodless garnet lips. She merely looked to the ground, her eyes growing distant as she awaited the final blow. A blow she would soon crave but never receive.
"Now now, little deer, don't look at me like that! After all…" The woman squatted down just above eye level, she was taller than Presca by at least 6 inches, an imposing figure that managed to be both lean and intimidating in physical form alone. "It is by my grace that you still breathe." She put a finger beneath her fodder's chin and tilted upwards to make their eyes meet, a sadistic twinkle in her eye. "Would you like to earn your freedom, little deer?"
Presca let out a low whimper, the clammy digit seemed to dig into her skin with the slightest bit of pressure. She hardened her gaze as they looked into each other's eyes. There was nothing but piercing green wells of malice boring into her own pools of gray, a sort of ageless grace that spoke of refined intellect and regality. The pit in her stomach only deepened, the many sources of pain she receives from the chase having faded to pinpricks of annoyance dotting her chilled skin. She opened her mouth to respond and found that her voice caught in her throat, her eyes widened in shock, the emerald orbs twinkling with fresh amusement. Presca managed to stutter out a few words "I w-want my fr-freedom" this earned a bemused smirk to appear on the vampire's face, matching her eyes so perfectly that her exhausted body welled up with a warmth from deep inside her. The feeling was accompanied almost immediately by a guilty blush, one that did not go unnoticed by the bloodless entity.
Her tongue darted from her mouth, wetting her pale lips before she spoke. "Defiant to the end, hmm? That false projection of dignity really does make you look all the more pathetic. It's a good look on you." The vampire's voice became almost a soft coo for the final teasing words, a seeming infatuation with her prey having formed. She released her prey's delicate chin, her gaze softening as she admired the various wounds that adorned tonight's prize. "So, convince me that you deserve to live. Quickly now, I'm feeling a bit peckish." A cruel smirk returned to her face as quickly as it left, a clear indicator of how nonchalant the huntress of hemoglobin was when it came to her bloodsucking nature.
She opened her mouth to speak, her voice a low whisper. "P-please let me go! I-I promise I'll tell no one about tonight! N-no one will know! M-maybe I could get you blood from… from a clinic! Or or a blood bank!" Presca choked back a sob, trying to remain composed before the capillary consumer. It has become evident fast that her attacker was only encouraged by pitiable acts and delighted by cruelty.
This was proven true when Presca felt sharp and inhumanely hard nails press into the gash in her leg, eliciting a scream from the tormented girl. "Ha… I knew you could be more convincing than that!" The taller woman had practically body slammed her victim into the ground, pinning her with one hand on her right shoulder and the other digging into her plump thigh as though she were reaching for the bone. Her victim writhed beneath her, only serving to amuse the vampire and induce further torment. "There… that's much better! You're not any closer to convincing me that you should leave here but you did convince me of one thing." She leans down, getting in close to Presca's ear, temporarily steadying her fingers in the wound. "You convinced me that no one will ever know."
The blood drained from Presca's face, a distraught whimper forced from her lips by the dizzying terror she felt in her stomach. There was a moment of stunned silence before realization dawned on her and she froze beneath the cause of her damnation. A cold hand trailed up her thigh, slowly and almost tenderly. The tenderness was nearly a comfort of it weren't for the lack of respect it seemed to possess. She was gently pinched and prodded like a prize animal rather than a human, delicate merchandise instead of a woman worthy of respect. Her wounds were aching, still trickling her life blood in a dozen places. The wound in her thigh was nearly gushing, something the other woman would soon take advantage of.
"Aww… my little deer is injured.. I can't have you bleeding everywhere! That blood is mine, and you're carelessly spilling it in the dirt… tsk. " Her disapproval almost seemed genuine were it not for the malicious twinkle in her eye that never seemed to fade. She shoved the girl into the dirt, her arm pinning her roughly with strength that didn't seem possible from such a wiry frame. Verusa grinned in a way that made her fangs flash in time with the lightning, eliciting a shriek from Presca and a dry chuckle from herself. With an almost delicate motion she was pressed to her prey's thigh, lapping at the bloody wound tenderly. Once the blood had slowed from a gush to a trickle she fully pressed her lips to the wound, creating suction to suck the blood that poured freely from the victim's thigh. Her lips were oddly warm, whether it was from the fresh coat of blood or normal she couldn't say. Presca let out a sultry moan, the warm lips so close to her nethers being a genuine shock. The blood rushed back to her face in a wave, forcing her to look away in shame. A boney finger traced patterns on her pants, inching further between her legs. It took all of her willpower not to pant, something that she could normally control fairly well.
She could feel her will eroding with every second the vampire spent suckling at her thigh. With a loud gasp she felt herself relaxing and tensing in time with the almost pleasurable sensation that radiated from her would be murderer. Presca couldn't help but whimper, a desperate and pitiful noise that betrayed her true feelings. It had been building slowly since she first felt that terrifying presence, a complex mixture of emotions and feelings. While it had started as pure abject terror there were several other strong feelings of desperation, rage, and for some inexplicable reason an excitement that could better be described as desire. That was the feeling that had bubbled over after mixing with the other things she was feeling. A powerful desire that she had been unable to identify until the moment that the nearly tender predator had wrapped her lips around the wound. A desire that she would be unable to conceal, one that escaped her in a lurid gasp that rose from her loins to her chest and out of her mouth.
The vampire seemed to twitch upon hearing that, not letting go of her prey but raising her head from the gash with a bloodstained grin. "No wonder you were so fierce… with that kind of fire coursing through you." She licked her lips, fresh blood still adorning them as they shone in the moonlit night. Her eyes roamed her captive's tense body, paying special attention to each wound. With a mischievous grin she leaned down and began to lap at the still drying blood that seeped from the various injuries that peppered her body. "My little deer, so sweet and full of fear~" She smirked again, licking at the wounds and planting small kisses on each one. Her prize couldn't help but shudder and choke back whines as she pecked at her gently, tantalizingly slowly. The vampire was relishing in her game, finishing with a wet brush of the tongue up her cheek, ending at the shallow cut across her face. "Now that you're all cleaned up… I think it's time for the main event."
Presca shuddered at the warm tongue that glided across her face, unable to contain a quiet whimper that sounded as though it was drawn directly from her heart. She was breathing heavily when the vampire leered down at her from above, poised at neck height and eyeing her with a hunger that was more intense than before. There was a certain pressure building in her heart, a direct result of all that tender buildup that she could contain no longer. With a jittery breath she begged "B-bite me already! Get it over with! P-please!" She dramatically pulled back her collar to allow for easier access to her neck even as her hand trembled and her lip quivered. Her cheeks flushed red with shame and lust.
The vampire smirked down at her, happy to see the shameless exclamation. She leaned in close to her prey, grinning mirthfully as she observed the discomfort of her meal. Her fangs glittered in the moonlight, mere inches from Presca's blushing cheeks, an amused twinkle in her green eyes. "Begging suits you well, little deer, I almost feel compelled to oblige your request." The pale plasma seeker chuckled dryly, content to watch her chattel squirm. "No final act of defiance? Where's that feisty prey that I enjoyed tormenting?"
Presca growled, having been debased enough for one day. She tried to get up from under the sanguine seductress and was roughly shoved back to the ground. A whimper was forced out of her by the impact, causing her to look up in confusion. "Y-you bitch… I… I can't fight you, get it!" She looks away, dejectedly, having admitted her weakness. Presca's pride has been torn to shreds, her body brutalized and toyed with for hours. Finally, she broke down and began to sob beneath her own personal sword of Damocles. Her captor's grin widened, she began to caress the crying girl's cheek gently.
"I'm almost proud of you, little deer. You finally realized the truth!" She watched her cry, taking great pleasure in the broken and defeated tears. "Well, I've tortured you for long enough, now… I deserve my meal".
Presca shut her eyes, sobs becoming soft whimpers while she waited for the end. "Just finish me off…" This display of despair was not met with the disappointment she expected, instead giggling like a maniac. She frowned in confusion, the joyous display of her cruel captor filling her with terrible dread, enough to cause her stomach to do flips. "W-what's so funny? Y-you're going to kill me aren't you?!".
It was hard to read the bloodthirsty woman but her amusement was clear when she leaned down to whisper in Presca's ear. "I'm not going to kill you, little deer, I'm going to drink my fill of your blood then I'm going to nurse you right back to health. After that, I'll do it all over again, until I'm satisfied. Eventually, I'll grow bored of your used up body. Only then will I consider granting you death". She looked truly happy in that moment, attentive to her bloodbag's reaction and potential meltdown. Her fangs extended in her open mouth as she leaned in to claim her prize.
Presca gasped at the revelation, struggling against her captor even more vigorously. "W-what? N-no! You can't!". She muttered to herself, terrified of her own future. Her eyes started to water again and she thrashed madly. Helpless against her fate, she resigns herself to it and resorts to quiet begging in the vague hope that the vampire has any humanity remaining.
"Ah ah ah! Hold still, my sweet! I wouldn't want to hurt you more than I need to, I'm not a monster after all!". She giggled again, a malicious and unsettling sound that chilled Presca's very soul. The time has come for her to relish in her victory, she leaned in with her fangs out and ready to savor the warm lifeblood of her prey. Veronica hasn't been this excited in decades, her excitement was genuine as she sank her fangs into her unwilling meal.
Presca thrashed about and yelped loudly as her neck was pierced harshly, the pain replaced almost immediately with a warm throbbing that radiated outward from the point of entry. She felt warmth spread across her entire body, a blissful heat that permeated her every cell. Her body flailed weakly, a halfhearted attempt at escape as well as a way to release some of the pent up lust that the feeding had induced. A sultry moan was drawn from her lips, a whimper following directly after in an act of desperate need. Presca began to pant as each gulp from the vampire filled her with that warm neediness, a craving offset by the odd sensation that came with her blood being drawn out of her. She twitched, her vision swimming as her strength left her, the fight had been mostly sucked out of her. There was no way to tell how much time had passed but she became aware of the sluggish state of her brain, like someone had filled the empty space with cotton. The last thing she saw before passing out was the gleeful expression on her captor's bloody face, green eyes piercing hers until they stared into the essence of her being. In that moment she knew that the vampire knew exactly how she felt about the feeding and the feedings that had yet to happen.