Hey everyone! :P Happy new year!!! Okay so I know some of you have already heard this but here we go....the voting part of the watty awards is offically on, so I beg all of you to vote for my stories! Bound At Heart under thriller and A Wish Filled Romance under Fantasy, thank you so much, :* muwah! love you all lots!
Pic on the side is Vincent...meh, the picture in my head is different, but hey at least this guy is hot! lol
Letting his fangs elongate, his tongue pushed past his lips to taste the pulse beating erratically on the slender slope of her neck. He felt his Firefly shiver before finally letting his teeth sink into the flesh. Both groaned lowly for different reasons. Vincent knew she groaned from the blissful feeling she was getting, but the taste of her always took him by surprise. He didn’t think it was possible but her blood tastes better every time. His large hands came around her to hold her to him. “Vincent.” She panted and gripped his shirt, holding him there as close as possible.
It heated him up to hear such a tone coming from her lips. Her blood was sweet, but not overly so. It distantly reminded him of freesia with a hint of brown sugar. Every drop that splashed his taste buds gave him almost instantaneous energy and warmth. He knew he needed to stop since Wendy’s whimpers were increasingly becoming louder. Any more in volume and her dad would come in hear to see an interesting show. Taking one last lingering draw of her addicting blood he retracted his fangs and moved away enough to give her breathing room. They were both panting, and her eyes were closed. “My life is so screwed up right now.” She muttered out of breath.
“How so?” He questioned, of course he could guess but he loved hearing her voice. She peeked an eye open before snorting not so delicately. It was amusing to the older vampire but he kept that tidbit to himself. “Let’s see…I found out I get sick if I don’t have this really old vampire bite me, then I nearly get shot today, then I get yelled at by said vampire, oh and don’t forget someone got killed right in front of me, which I will never be able to get over, and then I get this blinding rage out of no where and almost grabbed a cops gun because of it….and that’s just today.” Putting it into that perspective, Vincent could see why she was so exhausted. He wished he could make this all easier for her, but it’s what happens when humans get involved with vampires. It’s why it almost never works; with it being so dangerous.
He would protect her with everything he had though. Even if it killed him, he would make sure she was safe. Which is why he wants to turn her so quickly. Once she becomes like him, he won’t have to worry quite so much. She’ll be more durable for his world. “It’ll get better…I promise.” She sighed in response and slowly sat up so they could talk. “I’m guessing the rage I felt earlier was due to this…bond?” He nodded slowly and stood up needing some sort of breathing room if he was going to think clearly. It was a hard feat with her large eyes staring back at him so closely.
“Yes. I was…taking care of the men you didn’t see who were hired to kill you. These two men were the getaway route-” He was cut off by Wendy. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you mean ‘take care of’? Did you…did you kill them?” She asked hesitantly. He knew it might put her off even more but he vowed to tell her the truth unless it endangered her life. “I was going to…I was so angry….
“Looks like our guests have arrived.” Vincent muttered hearing the faint sound of feet walking downwards towards them. He cracked his knuckles and sent a malicious smirk to Darcy who looked just as ready. He used his hearing to listen to their conversation. “Play it cool. He’ll never know if she’s alive or dead. We’ll get our pay and go.” One whispered in a pathetic attempt to not be heard. Vincent nodded towards his friend and they both waited. “What the hell? Looks like he killed another two guards.”They didn’t say anything more before a knock sounded at the door.
When it opened the two men stepped inside but froze when they saw Vincent standing there. “We’re looking for Ramiro.” The taller one with blonde hair said. Vincent cocked his head silently. He turned to the side and gestured to the pile of ash. “As you can see he’s indisposed right now. Have a seat, this won’t take too long.” The underlining threat was clearly heard as the two started to back up, but they bumped into Darcy who just smirked at the two. “Leaving so soon?” He chuckled darkly and took a step towards them. The two men fumbled as they walked back inside where Vincent still stood standing. “W-What is it that you want?” The blonde asked. Clearly he was the ‘leader’ amongst the two, a poor excuse of one, but one nonetheless.
“Well it just so happens the target you were sent to kill…was My Beloved, so now you’re going to die. Much like that pathetic waste of space on the floor there.” The two began to try and explain themselves, but the longer they were in Vincent’s presence the more angry he became. “Please! We didn’t know! We didn’t even kill her! She’s still alive, we swear! W-We promise not to go after her, just please let us go!” His voice was grating on Vincent’s nerves making his fangs flash downward for them to see. The smell of their blood was repulsive. The cowering mice cringed back when they saw his sneer at them.
Vincent listened in on their thoughts for a moment. ‘Shit, we’re going to die over some stupid blonde! I knew I should’ve done the job, at least that way I could’ve taken the bitch down with me!’ Vincent roared with anger and lunged. The men screamed as he picked up the blonde and tossed him across the room like he weighed nothing at all. Next, he picked up the red head and flung him upwards to the ceiling and let him fall back onto the hard, unforgiving floor. His anger surged through him at lightening speeds as he flitted to the blonde and lifted him up by the scruff of his shirt.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it for a disgrace like you!” He roared before punching his face making him drop to the floor. Both men groaned and coughed up whatever air they were tying to get. Darcy came up to the red head and picked him up easily. His fangs protruded from his lower lip as he smirked up at him. “I’m suddenly very thirsty…” The red head screamed in terror, “No! No, please, n-AH!” He cut himself off by screaming loudly when Darcy bit into his neck.
Darcy purposefully bit into the artery so the guy would bleed out. Taking his fill, the red head eventually stopped screaming with only a gurgle before he died. Throwing the body down, he grinned maliciously at Vincent. “That was fun.” He said simply and gave Vincent more room to deal with the blonde. Said victim was starring wide eyed and completely terrified. His eyes switched to Vincent. “P-Please!” He begged, but Vincent saw his mind. How many people he’s killed and tormented over the years, and how he enjoyed every one of their screams.
“How does it feel to beg like all your other victims?” Vincent asked bending down to the scum’s level. He cowered back against the wall with blood trickling down his lower lip. Vincent could see his reflection in the man’s eyes and saw how his eyes were completely back and his fangs were long with the anger he felt. Just when it felt like he couldn’t get any angrier he heard a soft, sweet voice. ‘Calm down, calm down, calm down.’ Instantly it was like someone poured cool water over him to calm him down. He knew it was the necklace as he backed away. ‘Why? Why did she have to figure it out now?’ He thought with an aggravated sigh and looked towards Darcy.
“The necklace…she’s figured it out. You take care of him…I’ll watch.” Darcy chuckled at that, knowing Vincent wanted this idiot for himself. He cracked his neck and walked up to them both. The blonde’s gaze was now on Darcy, “Please! I promise I won’t kill ever again!” He was shaking looking into the merciless eyes of the pale vampire. Darcy crouched next to him and grabbed him by the neck, “No, you won’t because you’re not going to walk out of here alive.” The cowering man tried in vain to get away from him but it was no use. “Oh and Darcy?” Vincent interrupted just before he bit into the neck. Darcy quirked an eyebrow, “Yes?” He answered with a smirk.
“Make it hurt.” Was his only words before Darcy nodded and bit into the man’s neck. The guy screamed out in pain and agony, getting a taste of all the pain he’s inflicted on past victims. Darcy pulled back with blood dripping down his mouth and down his neck. The man bled out and his last sight was two smirking vampires before he finally died.
“I don’t know what you want me to say…” Wendy said after a moment of silence. Vincent stood up and paced the length of her room, “I don’t want to fear me, but know this…” He trailed off and suddenly got close to her face taking her breath away. “I will get rid of anyone who stands to harm you in any way.” His breath fanned over her face making loose tendrils sway. “You can’t just kill anyone who doesn’t like me Vincent.” She whispered half in fear half still reeling from the bite and wanted to be closer.
“You don’t understand Firefly. Anyone who doesn’t ‘like’ you in my world, won’t hesitate to try and rid you. Vampires are notoriously emotional. It’s who we are, so we don’t just get angry, we get enraged, we don’t get ‘sad’ we get depressed, and we love harder than you will ever know.” His last few words were spoken in just above a whisper. He leaned in and captured her lips with his own. She sucked in a startled breath but clung on to him as if he was the only thing keeping her grounded. To Vincent, her lips were like the richest and sweetest of wines that he could never resist.
Pushing her body down so she lay beneath him, they were both trying to breathe. When he pulled away only slightly he heard her whimper in protest making him growl in approval before swooping back down to kiss her once more. Her small hands wrapped around his neck as his arms ensnared her to him, ensuring she wasn’t going anywhere. The moment was broken however when the turning of a doorknob could be heard. Quick as lightening he flitted to her closet leaving her feeling dazed and confused. “Wendy? Did you want to come down…why are your glasses fogged up?” Her dad asked once he stepped in the room. A lovely blush bloomed across Wendy’s cheek as Vincent looked between the shutters of her closet.
“I-I, uh was reading under the covers again.” She answered and Vincent could hear the ring of the lie in her voice and prayed her father couldn’t. Her dad chuckled and shook his head. “Honey, how many time do your mother and I have to tell you, it’s not good for you to read like that. Did you want to come down for dinner?” he asked his original question. Wendy hastily shook her head and quickly took off her glasses so she could wipe them. “N-No thank you dad, I’m not hungry….goodnight!” She dismissed him making him frown but nod to himself. “Okay, you’re going to have to walk to school, since I’m going back up to the hospital early in the morning. Goodnight kiddo.” Her father shut the door and Wendy quickly looked around the room.
“Vincent?….Vincent!” She hissed in the semi darkness. His dark chuckle reached her ears making her spine straighten. Walking casually out of the closet he stalked closer to her. Her hands reached out behind her to support herself on the bed when he bent over. “Are you afraid of me now Firefly?” He asked her in a quiet voice. He desperately wanted to read her thoughts but held back to give her some form of privacy. With a loud sigh she shook her head, “I know I should be. My brain is telling me I’m an idiot, but…no I’m not afraid of you in that way anymore. I blame the stupid bond…” She muttered at the end.
Vincent laughed but stopped when her words fully registered, “In what way then do you fear me?” He asked and cocked his head to the side when another blush heated her face. She was silent though, obviously hoping she wouldn’t have to answer. Deciding to have some fun, Vincent bent his head lowly to her neck and began to pepper small kisses. He could hear her heart beat erratically and it made him smirk against her skin. “Tell me.” He purred and nipped at her. She shuttered as she shook her head. “N-No.” Vincent realized he quite liked this game as he pushed her down so he could straddle her. Her eyes were wide as he chest heaved as if she had been running for miles.
Looking down at her he caged her in when his arms were on either side of her head. “Please Firefly?” He asked against her lips only having them brush. His eyes were boring into hers. Ice against the ocean as their gaze held and waited. “I-I’m afraid….that you’ll just throw me away when your done with me.” Her small voice pierced the atmosphere breaking whatever spell captured them. He looked down at her shocked before pulling away only enough to help them both think. “I will never be done with you Wendy. Not ever. You are mine as much as I am yours, never forget that or belittle that! I can’t grow tired of you as I can’t grow tired of breathing! You will see and feel what I mean when you’re finally changed.” That last statement brought a fire to her eyes as she pushed him away. Of course she wasn’t physically able to do that, but he got what she was trying to do and moved to stand.
“That’s the thing though! I don’t want to change! I barely know you! I-” He cut her off by bringing her up to stand chest to chest. “Then get to know me!” He more demanded than asked, startling her into silence. “What?” She asked hesitantly. His gaze softened. “Then get to know me. Ask any questions and I will answer them.” he could see her indecision before she finally nodded. “Okay…this is going to be a long night.” She uttered at the end with a sigh.
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My Beloved (sample, getting published Dec. 28th 2014)Romance
She gave me life again. She is the my entire purpose on breathing. Her blood calls out to me like a siren that I cannot ignore. Who is she you ask? Why, she is My Beloved.