Page 24 of All Your Bloody Lies

When she is about to pass a lone alleyway, she disappears quickly into it. My eyes widen, and I hurry to see where she went.

“Oh, what a treat I’ve found,” a male’s voice takes me by surprise, and as I peek, I see he has a knife pressed against her throat. His eyes are soaking in her chest, and I swear I see drool. “Don’t move and I won’t cut this pretty little—”

“Please, don’t hurt me…” She can act better than that, I’ve seen it, but as she puts her hands up as though a defenseless damsel, I smirk. “I’ll do anything, just don’t cut me.” The feigned fear in her eyes is… cute, I must admit.

Her assailant, if I’d even classify him as that, is taller than she is, but not by much. A man with little muscle, I’d say she could take him, even in her state, but she doesn’t want that.

She wants to feed.

Unfortunately for her, I can’t allow that to happen. Not only because I’ve been denying her for weeks now, but because I refuse to allow him to touch her in any way beyond how he is now.

The moment he begins tearing at her clothes and drawing his lips to hers, I’m at their side.

Her eyes widen, and she lets out a whimper, “No, please…” Oh, what I wouldn’t give to have her beg for me right now.

“Take your hands off the lady.” There is no hiding what I am, my kind’s eyes are a telltale sign of our nature. He, being Mundane, knows that the puny knife he is wielding won’t do jack-shit to me.

He takes a step back, and I watch as she leans in toward him, “Wait—don’t leave me…” He doesn’t give her a second glance and brushes past me, into the safety of the street.

My gaze returns to her, her back presses against the wall as she repeatedly bangs her head against it. “No, no, no!” I can’t help but laugh, and I’m expecting a punch in the face. Instead, I feel her shoulder brushing against my arm as she swiftly attempts to exit the alleyway.

“Hold on there.” I reach out and grab hold of her forearm, stopping her from leaving. “No ‘thank you’ for saving your life? That’s a bit rude, don’t you think?”

Oh, I know I’m far beyond pissing her off, and I’m thriving over the anger that is rising from her. Her shoulders are twitching as she drops her head. I wonder what she’s thinking right now, probably craving for the means to end my life.

With a rough jerk, I bring her in front of me, my back to the street, shielding her from anyone that passes by. “I’m not really the savior type so it’s fine, you don’t need to thank me. How’re you feeling, little demon?”

She doesn’t lift her head, instead she just stares up through her lashes at me. “Like shit, thanks for asking, prick.”

Slowly, I begin walking her backward, passing doors that are barred. Their motion sensor lights flicker on, illuminating us briefly. The smell of trash and sewage is unappealing, but as long as I only focus on her scent, it’s manageable. Though it is much more subdued than it has been these past few weeks, which is slightly upsetting.

Just a few more days of this, and I think she’ll be ready for me to take her in, but if I’m honest, I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

“Tell me,” I lean down toward her lips, my own so close I can taste her fruity aroma, “do you need to fuck to feed?” Her heart rate is beginning to pick up. I’m sure it’s because she can smell my desire pouring out of me. There is no hiding my contemplation to fuck her until she’s passed out in the garbage that is littering this pathway.

There is no way her pride will allow me to do that. However, I don’t need her words to approve of me bending her over. I can equally smell her excitement drenching her panties.

“No,” she finally says breathlessly.

The end of our journey comes, and the lights that had flickered on slowly begin, one by one, to turn off. Soon, the only light comes from the hazy glow of the streetlights. Pressed against the cold concrete wall, her back aligns with my free arm while I hold her close with the other.

“I’m enjoying this,” I whisper.

“Your cock already told me that,” she snaps. “I’ll scream, and you know someone will come running.”

Smirking, I lean into her ear, my lips brushing against it, “You would’ve already done so if you weren’t so desperate.”

I can feel her body fighting with her, along with her senses going on the fritz. She’s calculating, as though finding the best solution to her predicament.

Suddenly, a soft laugh filters through her lips, “Do you want me to get down on my knees for you?” My entire body goes numb, and I momentarily lose the power I have over her. “You want to feel this slide across your cock.” She leans her head up and when I feel her tongue draw a line straight across the vein in my neck, I groan. That was confirmation enough that she has two piercings, and the thought of them massaging the bottom of my shaft and trailing across my balls, nearly makes me force her down to her knees.

Her arms snake up my sides and reach my neck, while my knee pushes between her legs, pressing against her groin. The sensation of her warmth renders my body submissive, confusing me, as I thought I was the one pinning her to the wall.

“I don’t need to fuck you…”

Then, I feel a prick at my neck, followed by the sensation of her lips wrapping around my skin. It’s been three hundred years since I’ve been fed on, yet I recognize the feeling instantly.

My hands instinctively grip her shoulders, and I push away before she can draw more blood into her mouth. Looking down at her, I’m slightly taken aback by her smile, blood trickling from her lips.

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