Abie and Lestat
I should have known when to call it quits, but I suppose that it's never been one of my strong suits. And there I was, pinned against the rough gritty brick wall in the dark corner of the nightclub, with a pair of fangs thrust deep inside my neck and my blood pouring out in twisted offering. I still had the strength to open my eyes, to look about the hazy atmosphere that surrounded me, desperately seeking the attention of anyone who may turn around and catch a glimpse of what was transpiring. My hands were clawing at the silk black collar of the tall dark handsome man that only moments before could have easily coerced me into crawling into bed with him.
How did this happen?
I came here with a friend...where did she go? She left to get a drink and left me alone. She had been gone for more than a few moments when I was approached by this gentleman that drained me of blood now. He immediately caught my attention with his deep voice and dark eyes. He wore a fine black silk shirt that any woman would love to slide her nails down and his pants were made of a soft warm black leather that screamed old school rock and roll. His skin was preternaturally pale but it didn't seem strange here in the nightclub where the beat from the electronic music kept pounding in my eardrums. He spoke to me with every bit of polite grace that I dreamt about from an early age. He was unreal. Even his name, Lestat, seemed unreal to me.
He led me away from the swaying wave of the crowd of people that swarmed the nightclub. Pulling me to a dark desolate corner that only lovers inhabited he seduced me further. Further away from the unrelenting rhythm of the music, where it was merely a background presence and not the driving force, he purred in my ear flirtations and other pretty words that seemed a blur to me now. I remember how his lips moved when he spoke, how careful and precise all of his movements seemed. It was like interacting with a large cat that you could not predict. Gorgeous and affectionate and yet there was this distinct danger that at any given moment with a great swipe I would feel the sting of claws upon me.
It took no time at all for him to have me practically drooling and dripping for him, my hands reaching out to pull him closer to me, to feel his hands on me. Getting closer to him I could smell his fine cologne that heightened my dazed lustful state and yet when I felt how cold and hard his skin felt, I recoiled from him for a moment. But it was nothing more than a few more playful words that led me astray once more.
"Perhaps you could warm my cold skin", he had purred to me, his voice tinged with a strange accent I couldn't quite place.
Our lips had collided then, melding together in a moment of passion. My eyes were closed, so focused on the taste of his lips I barely noticed how he turned me so that my back was against the wall. I teased him with my tongue along his lip and I became aware of cold hands under my shirt. They asked for no permission before grasping my breasts and toying with my hardened nipples. In that moment though, I couldn't have cared less. I moaned against his lips as though I were a creature in heat.
Every second passed by me in a strange blur. He went from playing with my breasts to snaking a hand up my thigh to tease my aching core. I was too far gone then. Grinding against his hand and seeking every once of pleasure he was willing to give to me, I didn't even notice how I was trapped in the corner. I heard him chuckle then, a deep rumble that I felt against my body. I looked into his eyes with my own glazed over hazy vision. He looked calculated and even...mischievous. Not like a normal man giving a woman great pleasure, but rather like a scientist that studied a test subject.
I wanted to say something then...ask him if something was wrong but his lips were upon me once more. They trailed down from my lips down my jawline to my neck. My body was shivering against his and I was grinding against his leg and moaning quietly. My head was thrown to the side for him, I suppose some part of me knew it was offering itself to him. As if this whole time he were weaving a spider's web around me and I didn't even know what was going on until I tried to fly away.
I tried to pull away from the wall...to give myself some room to catch my breath, but found that my body wouldn't budge. My eyes frantically looked around. My body still writhed against the tall Lestat, his lips placing small light kisses along my collar. But I could not even will myself to lift my hand now.
But the spider knows when to take it's victim.
When I felt teeth penetrate my neck I knew for sure that I was a victim. And there I was, trapped and using all of my will to pry the vampire Lestat off my body...but he was far too strong for me. No one was turning to see what was happening and I could feel myself grow weaker by the second. Eventually I grew limp against his strong grip, my eyes only open now through sheer willpower. But even that was fading quickly. But just when I began to lose hope I felt him withdraw from me, holding me upright in a firm grip. His hand, now warmer than before, gently gripped my chin, forced me to look into his dark eyes once more. He seemed to take a moment to admire me before he pulled away from me, my body sliding down the wall to sit on the floor weakly. I was quickly losing consciousness...in the distance I could hear my friend calling my name, but before she could come to my side I heard one Lestat one last time before my eyes closed.
"That's a good girl, Abie. Come back to me soon".