Final Moments

by Chaotic Symphony

A/N: This is a quick fiction done from the victim's perspective in the vampiric exchange. The role of the victim is left ungendered, and, yes, I realize that, it was deliberate. R/R please. ^^

A face streaked with blood, eyes reflected an unimaginable anger, mysteriously laced with lust, peer through the darkened halls, glowing emerald orbs tearing into me with some insatiable hunger.... Clothing, soaked with the very life he seeks from me, scream of the pain of others, of the lives the bodies strewn about my feet once held. I feel their pain, thier loss, their torment as the realization comes that I will soon join them.

Stumbling through the steam rising inexplicably from the floorboards, I feel I've finally found my way, perhaps, to escape, to reclaim my life outside these blood-spattered walls, if only I can outrun him. The penetrating fear within my breast is enough to spur me on, grant me the resolve to run as fast as my weakened body would allow, out of death's chilling clutches. The dim flicker of the candelabrum by the front entrance is my only resolve....

A harsh and sudden pain in my scalp tears me backward, sending me hurtling to the cool stonework decking the front hall. My eyes flick open, ignoring the sharp throbbing at the back of my skull, and settle on the one leaning over my sprawled-out form. So beautiful, he is... hair like waves of sun-drenched cornsilk falling to his shoulders in a comely cascade, sparkling emerald eyes set in an ashen and benign countenance,glinting in the candlelight.

Slowly, he lowers himself, his right knee readily bearing his weight as his left hand strokes ever-so-gently through my own auburn curls. Fear grips my heart, but I cannot bring myself to move, limbs seemingly nailed to the floor, nerves deadened by the other's touch.

"Frightened, my pet?" He asks, his voice as musical as a violin, the baritone, oddly enough, calming the erratic pounding beneath my ribcage.

My only response is a weak grunt followed by a groan as a strong arm slips beneath my shoulders. He is pulling me closer, cradling me in his arms, against the red satin draped across the chiselled musculature of his chest. I am at a loss.... What can I do to save myself? My vision is blurred and my movements unsteady as I provide a weak struggle, whimpering and panting with each useless motion.... It occurs to me now, that I will die here... that any notion of a life is naught but a memory beyond the darkened hall in which we sit, and I've no choice but to accept it.

"Calm yourself, pretty one." The beautiful one says, stroking my face through the struggle, obviously finding no problem in supressing my mindless flailing....

Tired, I drop my resistance, take a deep breath as my muscles relax and whisper: "Take me...."

I see the grin forming on his lips, a surprisingly gentle grin, hiding the malice beneath, as he lowers himself, lips trailing over my throat, moistening the tender flesh with delicate kisses. Such a soothing touch... such a sensual manner.... My heart nearly stops beating with mild handling, slowing to a dull and rhythmic thud as it should....

"Take a deep breath, my love." The flaxen-haired paragon whispers, running his fingernail down my collarbone.

Before I can follow his order, his teeth are bearing into my neck, inciting whimpers I knew I'd never be able to surpress.... A sickening pop sounds, as a gasp leaps from my throat, shivers wracking my slight figure... but only for a moment. A gentle pleasure seems to take up where the pain leaves off, causing my slender frame to fall limp in his arms.... My gaze, unsteady and indistinct, sweeps across his face as he retracts the evil little fangs, regarding him dreamily, studying the crimson staining his lips. His smile is hardly reassuring.... My breath is coming shorter now, straining my lungs with each weakened beat of my heart. I watch dazedly as his face nears mine, lips sealing over my own as his tongue slides slowly between them, leaving the coppery taste of my own blood behind.

As we seperate, I see him smile once more through my tunnelling vision, beholding his unnatural beauty breathlessly. And, as the dark tunnels close about the pupils of my eyes, I hear one last phrase fall from the other's lips...

"Sleep well, my love...."

~fin~