The Bites of Lust
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
"Spiiiike!" Drusilla called out with a drawling voice. "I'm bored to death!..."
Drusilla, her jet-black hair scattered negligently about a chaise longue in the French Empire style, gave a loud yawn to better emphasize her words.
Spike was fascinated by the sight. In this modern world she looked unreal, the only reminiscence of his original epoch when she had made him hers, a child of darkness, and had bound him forever, through the gift of blood. She had not changed; her mind had stopped forever in that time, refusing to wear today's practical clothes. As for him, entirely dressed in expensive and brand new leather, he was grateful to her for maintaining this fixed image of his past.
He approached her slowly and leaned over, turning the black curls of her hair with his fingers, plunging his look into the mad eyes of the woman of his life, studying her enigmatic and worrying smile.
"My love... For your birthday, I planned a big surprise! I promise you that you won't be bored any longer..."
"A surprise?! Oh, Spiiiike!... I adore you... You're gonna bring me two small babies, chubby and rosy, with their skin so tender?..."
Spike smiled seeing Drusilla close her eyes at the evocation of the anticipated pleasure, her hands clasped like a child discovering her gift with wonder.
"You'll see... If I tell you, it won't be a surprise any longer, Dru."
The blond vampire gave a kiss on her companion's cold lips, then straightened up before adding:
"In the meantime, I brought you an aperitif..."
He went away for a while in the background, then came back holding a terrorized young man by his neck and threw him at Drusilla's feet. He tried to rise, but Spike pressed down his boot on his back to keep him on the ground. Dru gazed at the boy as if he was extraordinary. She sat up on the chaise longue and took his face between her hands tipped by such sharp nails than they looked like claws.
"He's so young... so frail..."
She caressed his cheek gently and put her face close to his, inhaling his smell while closing her eyes.
"I feel the fear... He's so scared..."
Spike was watching with delight the childish joy and the predatory strength that mixed in his lover's eyes. A carnivorous smile grew on his lips and he lit a cigarette to resist the pressing desire tor ofr off the young man's head, and then feed with Dru on his arterial spring before making love to her in the middle of this blood bath.
Drusilla looked crazily into the boy's wide open eyes once again, who began sobbing. The woman had just changed; he had in front of him a monster more frightening than in his worst child nightmares, with a face distorted by hatred, eyes almost yellow, sparkling and sharp fangs. He tried to free himself from the vampire's embrace, but her supernatural strength prevented all attempted movement. Drusilla began laughing dementedly and threw herself at the victim's neck, sinking her teeth deeply in the tender flesh, draining his blood in a few suctions. And when the young man died, his incredulous consciousness still refusing the reality, his mind was still resounding with her lethal and hysterical laughter.
*****
To be continued in Chapter 4
"Spiiiike!" Drusilla called out with a drawling voice. "I'm bored to death!..."
Drusilla, her jet-black hair scattered negligently about a chaise longue in the French Empire style, gave a loud yawn to better emphasize her words.
Spike was fascinated by the sight. In this modern world she looked unreal, the only reminiscence of his original epoch when she had made him hers, a child of darkness, and had bound him forever, through the gift of blood. She had not changed; her mind had stopped forever in that time, refusing to wear today's practical clothes. As for him, entirely dressed in expensive and brand new leather, he was grateful to her for maintaining this fixed image of his past.
He approached her slowly and leaned over, turning the black curls of her hair with his fingers, plunging his look into the mad eyes of the woman of his life, studying her enigmatic and worrying smile.
"My love... For your birthday, I planned a big surprise! I promise you that you won't be bored any longer..."
"A surprise?! Oh, Spiiiike!... I adore you... You're gonna bring me two small babies, chubby and rosy, with their skin so tender?..."
Spike smiled seeing Drusilla close her eyes at the evocation of the anticipated pleasure, her hands clasped like a child discovering her gift with wonder.
"You'll see... If I tell you, it won't be a surprise any longer, Dru."
The blond vampire gave a kiss on her companion's cold lips, then straightened up before adding:
"In the meantime, I brought you an aperitif..."
He went away for a while in the background, then came back holding a terrorized young man by his neck and threw him at Drusilla's feet. He tried to rise, but Spike pressed down his boot on his back to keep him on the ground. Dru gazed at the boy as if he was extraordinary. She sat up on the chaise longue and took his face between her hands tipped by such sharp nails than they looked like claws.
"He's so young... so frail..."
She caressed his cheek gently and put her face close to his, inhaling his smell while closing her eyes.
"I feel the fear... He's so scared..."
Spike was watching with delight the childish joy and the predatory strength that mixed in his lover's eyes. A carnivorous smile grew on his lips and he lit a cigarette to resist the pressing desire tor ofr off the young man's head, and then feed with Dru on his arterial spring before making love to her in the middle of this blood bath.
Drusilla looked crazily into the boy's wide open eyes once again, who began sobbing. The woman had just changed; he had in front of him a monster more frightening than in his worst child nightmares, with a face distorted by hatred, eyes almost yellow, sparkling and sharp fangs. He tried to free himself from the vampire's embrace, but her supernatural strength prevented all attempted movement. Drusilla began laughing dementedly and threw herself at the victim's neck, sinking her teeth deeply in the tender flesh, draining his blood in a few suctions. And when the young man died, his incredulous consciousness still refusing the reality, his mind was still resounding with her lethal and hysterical laughter.
*****
To be continued in Chapter 4