AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Het (yes, you read that right) Hints of rape and bloodletting (this is a vampire story,
after all), if this bothers you, don't read.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, they own themselves or Vince does. *pouts* The song
"Haunted" does not belong to me, it's Type O Negative's.
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket and Darkflame, if they want it.
SUMMARY: AU--vampire. A demon claims her eternal mate.
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"Haunted"
A swollen sun melting at the horizon
Between the sheets I wait for her to come
A living flame, impossible to resist
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick
I'm haunted I'm haunted by her
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon
I hate the morning
I hate the morning
From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection
This apparition in moon beams bathed
A voice like the wind through trees beckons
Cool rain on hot summer stone
The odor fills my presence
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are her essence
Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste
My goddess of the violet twilight
You are lust incarnate
In the sweat of my bed
The eastern sky hints of dawning
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
Oh how I hate the morning
I hate the morning light.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Try as I may, I can't get that stupid song out of my head. It haunts me day and night, just like the
dream that I've been having.
Fuck. Much more of this and they'll lock me up and throw away the keys. I can't eat. I can't sleep.
Can you say p-a-r-a-n-o-i-d?
I sigh as I enter my meager apartment, pausing to make sure the door is locked securely. I
massage my neck with my right hand as I drop my keys onto the kitchen counter.
Damn, my life really sucks.
I head off to the bedroom, stripping off my clothes as I go along. It's not as if anyone is going to
see the mess I leave behind. I have no one. No family. No friends to mention, just Jason, and he's
too busy to listen to my paranoid illusions.
As I push down my black boxers, I stare at the window. As if drawn to it, I walk over and look
outside. It's almost dark. Something about the dark has always given me the creeps, but lately,
I've been terrified of it. I'm not just scared of the dark, but who it brings with it.
HER.
A demon that haunts my dreams. Logic tells me that she isn't real. She can't be. However, my
survival instincts tell me differently.
I can feel her. Smell her.
I walk into the bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Dark circles are under my eyes
and my complexion is getting paler each day.
"Adam Copeland get a grip," I whisper to myself.
I splash some cold water on my face, and run my fingers through my hair. I glance at the bed.
It looks so inviting.
No!
If I sleep, she comes to me.
I have to stay awake.
I walk to the window and glance out again. It will be a good twenty to thirty minutes before it's
completely dark, maybe just a quick nap.
I leave the light on, somehow I feel safer with it on. It's like a warm, glowing security blanket.
I moan as my head touches the pillow, it's so soft. My mind struggles to stay alert, but sleep's
warm embrace soon claims me.
I awake slowly, shivering as a cold breeze drifts over my naked, exposed body.
My eyes open and I glance at the window, gasping as I realize that it's open.
I immediately jump from the bed and close it. I stop and shiver as I realize that I'm no longer
alone in the room.
Someone is standing directly behind me.
It's her.
I can smell her, for she wears the scent of death.
"Adam," she whispers in that all too familiar voice, causing me to shiver again.
I slowly turn and face my demon.
"I have come for you, my love," she whispers as she stalks toward me.
"No," I whimper, moving away from her and slowly backing up.
"It's time."
"Time?" I asked confused as she continues to stalk me.
"It's time for me to embrace you. To bring you across to the darkside," she whispers, her voice
soft and seductive.
"Never!" I gasp, backing away more, only to stumble and fall flat on my back on the bed. I realize
in horror that my legs are spread wide open and that my cock is jutting upwards from my body.
She giggles as she suddenly springs forward quicker than my eyes could detect, pinning my wrists
effortlessly to the bed.
"No!" I scream, trying to push her away, but it's useless, just like always.
"Look into my eyes, Adam," she whispers seductively.
I turn my head in an attempt to resist her. God knows I trying, but I can't. She's in my head.
I'm too weak and quickly succumb to her command. I'm lost as I look up at her. She's beautiful
with long, straight blond hair. My eyes travel lower to her large voluptuous breasts.
She smiles as she watches me, revealing small sharp fangs.
I'm too entranced to fight as she leans down and licks my neck.
"Mine," she growls possessively.
~TBC~
