FALLON
Many movies choose to promote vampires in a more or less romantic light, adding more humanity to them than they carry under their ghostly skin for real. There is nothing lovey-dovey about these monsters.
They are evil creatures, and that's it. I know them..., I lived among them, with them.
I even had one feast on me, and it included feeding on my blood and sexually abusing me regularly, multiple times every damn day for the past year and a half.
And Sean isn't the worst you can meet if you get to be that unlucky to meet them as I have been. There are much, much worse vampires than him, my Sean. Yes, I call him mine, call me stupid, call me an idiot, but I do. I guess that's that famous Stockholm syndrome.
Yet even the least evil one of that undead kind is only a bloodthirsty animal still, no matter male or female.
Vampires don't fly exactly, but they move so fast that it seems like they do to the human eye. They, though, can levitate, jump and climb high, being very agile and swift creatures. Their speed is untraceable, uncatchable to our sight. Their strength is enormous. But nothing beats their persuasion skills as those are beyond limits.
They will let you see what they want you only to see. And vamps can make you forget or force you into believing what they choose for your mind to imagine. They are that powerful.
These creatures are ferocious, arrogant, and cunning, regarding us, people, as less worthy, inferior species.
Forget the myths about vampires feeding on animals, or using blood banks, taking care not to harm humans. They prefer drinking blood from the living, breathing, the real, heart beating thing, us humans.
Every one of them, without exception, doesn't give a fuck about us or our feelings. And that includes someone as kind as Sean's friend Romilly, the one who tried to protect me from him but never reached that goal. She still couldn't resist the temptation of tasting me, my blood, and disobeying her inhuman nature.
And they will tell you it's all about survival of the toughest and them being on the top of every chain there is.
My eyes couldn't track the route he was taking as we moved places, and since I knew that, I never tried to look around, keeping my eyes shut, clinging to him so helplessly. I stopped trying ages ago with him about anything, beginning on the second day of my captivity. I accepted his ownership over me, letting myself go. If I wanted to live, I had to. And I wanted to survive.
All I did was follow his orders and wishes, accepting the role of his pet slave, doing whatever he wanted me to do.
If he was hungry, I stretched out my arm. If he was horny, I spread my legs wide. And he enjoyed every second of my submission. Fuck, so did I.
In the end, it was the best I could do for my survival, awakening possessiveness in him.
I did my best not to faint as he carried me around. His speed always made me dizzy.
When he finally stopped moving, I dared to think and look at him and our surroundings.
We were in something like a cellar, with no windows at all. Furnished to the high end with luxury bits and pieces, but not allowing any sunlight inside.
Crystal chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling, brightening the extravagance of this basement condo. Luckily, the air has had enough oxygen because of the ventilation system, spreading all over the walls.
This place had it all as all vampires, no difference, were rich, using their mind-compelling skills over us to accumulate their wealth. They could walk inside any bank, just asking for a million or two in cash, walking out like that was nothing.
The monster brought me into the spacious living room, landing me on the leather, red sofa. The slick, industrial-style club table already waited for me with a plate filled with food, plus the glass and a bottle of my favorite apple juice.
Sean or Sandor stood in front of me, motioning me to eat and drink, with his feet slightly apart, scanning over me with his already lustful eyes.
Vamps are always so horny.
He exerted his famous arrogant pose of the bloodsucker, crossing his arms over the chest while still not showing his fangs out to me. I did nothing to provoke him yet. But I probably will. Not that he needed the reason in the first place.
"Your new place? Nice as always." I looked sarcastically up at his, now aqua blue eyes, the ones he had when not irritated, making him look a lot more human. I smirked on purpose at him, and he returned the favor. If someone has seen us now, he might think of us as the perfect couple.
When our eyes locked, I felt those familiar shivers all over my skin, frightening and arousing me at the same time. I lowered my sight right after, squeezing my thighs.
I am still so pathetic in this creature's domineering presence because nothing changed.
Sean, the vampire, my slavemaster, still has me, looking as handsome and young as ever. He is pretty from the outside as much as he is a freak from the inside. And he keeps his distance from me, on purpose. I know why very well.
His attention was elsewhere with him in action, running around while holding me than standing still.
Now, his whole focus is on me, and he has problems keeping his fangs within his mouth when next to me. And his dick inside his pants.
Feeding on me or engaging in sexual activities were his favorite activities, usually nicely joined. Vampires and abstinence don't go along.
"Yes, I moved here after you. To keep an eye on you." His smooth cold voice gives me goosebumps like it always did.
No matter what Sean did to me or how his actions made me feel, I was so drawn to him, always wanting more. I tasted the curse of the vampire seduction and the variety of his sexual skills from the first moment he laid his hands on me, claiming me as his. There was no going back from there for me. It didn't make any difference that it wasn't a consensual act at first.
His charms of the supernatural being hooked me at once, twisting my will and my body to his likings.
"You were the one following me. And you arranged all of this. But why? Why did you let me go?" I ask, not daring to look at his eyes again.
So, he came from Rome to New York after me. He still didn't reveal to me why he let me go three months ago. Or why he made the illusion of a new life for me when he did, sending me to another continent, making me rich, granting my wish of becoming a painter. He even changed my accent from British to American for things to appear more credible.
Everything about him is an illusion, confusion, and trick for trapping me.
"So, you won't even look at me, I see... Yes, I organized everything, but I did it in a hurry. That's why you felt out of place. I let you go because I have a conscience. And feelings for you." Hearing my vampire master's answer, I bitterly chuckle. He even got me into the college, the fucking Parsons.
That memory of the beast between the sheets wasn't Nick, but him. And those bruises all over my body, he left. Chaining me up while having his way with me was giving him an extra kick of pleasure. It was him that I missed having sex with all this time. No man looked at me because Sean didn't allow them near me.
He still wants me, with the same intensity as before. And Sean never shares what is his.