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Feed the Hunger - Part 1 (*Slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see prologue.
Thanks for the encouragement on this story! I was a little worried about writing another vampire story.
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~TRISH'S POV~
I smile as I hungrily gaze down upon the handsome young man that moans and squirms underneath me in pleasure.
I feel his seed trickling from me as his hard member still slowly thrusts up into me.
His body is still trembling from his orgasm and my subsequent drinking of his blood. I can hear his heart beat
slowly returning to normal. Even though I drink from him nightly, I've never take enough to hurt him. Just enough
to satisfy my craving. He's a strong, healthy male and his body quickly replaces the small amount that I take.
I can safely say that I have never killed an innocent. And Chris Jericho is about as innocent as they come. He had
been so shy when I first met him. He was still hurt and heartbroken over his ex-boyfriend that had dumped him. I
had promised that I could make him forget about other men in one night. He had laughed at me and didn't take me
serious, but that night we had mind-blowing sex and I bonded him to me. After feeding from him, I bit my wrist
and let a small amount trickle into his open mouth. No matter where he goes, what he does, I know.
I lick my lips as I look at the two small puncture wounds on his exposed neck. I gently brush the stray lockets of
hair away. My vampire eyes follow the small trickle of blood that slowly seeps from the two small wounds. Before
the blood can drip onto the sheets below, I lean down and lap at the spilled blood, savoring it. He moans
helplessly under me. I lick at the wounds and smile as they instantly heal, hiding my secret from my lover and from
prying eyes of others.
I growl slightly as I wiggle on his cock. I'm enjoying sitting astride of his firm, compact, muscular body. I'm
reluctant to move as I look down at him. He's such a beautiful specimen of male beauty. He's perfect. I reach out
and caress his long, flowing mane of blond hair that cascades perfectly around his shoulders. I smile as I look into
his piercing blue eyes that seem to look into the depths of my very soul.
"Wake up, Chris," I whisper, releasing him from the trance that I placed him in while I fed.
His eyes flutter in confusion. "Trish," he moans as he stretches. "Did I pass out again?"
I smile wickedly and nod.
"You're going to be the death of me," he whispers as he raises up and kisses me tenderly.
"Maybe," I whisper, winking at him. I wrap my arms around him and he does the same.
We hold each other like that for several more minutes, rocking back and forth and just enjoying the feeling of
being one.
I want desperately to bring him across to the darkness and make him my mate, but I can't right now. Doing it
would risk everything that I've worked so hard for. It's been 200 years since that horrible night that the slayers
came and destroyed everything that I loved. I alone had survived. Why? I not sure, but there had to be a reason.
It took me years to track down the slayers responsible for killing my brothers and sisters of the night, but I killed
them one by one. Yes, I made the murders look like accidents. I may be blonde and female, but I'm not stupid.
But alas, the descendants of the slayers lived on. I should have killed their entire families, but I couldn't bring
myself to kill innocent women and children. The slayers are still out there. Waiting. There's not as many as there
was then, but they are deadly and have the unfair advantage of hiding behind masks of normal humans.
My hand slides up Chris' back and he shivers as he buries his face between my voluptuous breasts. "Stay the night,"
he whispers in an almost pleading voice as he clutches me to him tighter, clinging to me.
I smile as I pull away, slowly allowing him to slip from me. It's funny how a woman always feels empty and
incomplete without her lover buried deep inside of her. I turn my back to him as I dress. His sad expression
always makes me want to crawl back into bed with him, but I can't. I wish desperately that I could explain it all to
him.
"I can't," I whisper in regret and sincere honesty as I turn and face him.
"Why not? It's not like you're going to turn into a pumpkin at dawn or anything is it?" He asks with a slight smirk
as he crawls toward me, his cock swaying heavily between his legs.
I can't stop the giggle that escapes my throat. "No. More like a pile of ashes."
He frowns in confusion. "You're so silly, Trish," he whispers as he crawls closer. He suddenly reminds me of a lion
on the prowl with that blond mane of his.
His sweaty body glistens in the pale lighting of the room, and I long to lick every drop of moisture away, but
there's not time. I place my index finger to his pouty lip, silencing further protests. "Tomorrow night, my love.
Sleep, my Chris Jericho," I whisper.
He smiles and nods as he crawls back upon the bed and lays down. I watch until his eyelids flutter shut and then I
leave. I always hate controlling him like that, but I can't risk him following me.
As I close the door behind me, I realize that I don't deserve him. All that I can offer him is the dark gift of eternal
life. What good is eternal life if you're unhappy?
I betray him nightly with my sinful visits to his room. I whisper my lies and make love to him, fulfilling my desires as
I drink from him.
As I walk to my lair, I pause at the monastery where my master lies in wait. I stare at it, silently cursing it's
occupants. I stare at the huge equipment that has been brought in, and a smile slides across my face.
Unaware of how close I am, the tip of my shoe touches part of the holy ground and starts to smolder. I immediately
step back and glance around to make sure that no one saw.
I sigh in relief that no one is around this time of morning.
My master calls out to me as if reading my heart.
"He will be yours soon, my child," Lord Marcus whispers to me from the confines of his tomb. "The night will be
ours once again."
I smile as the words comfort me.
"Tomorrow the demolition of the monastery starts and I shall once again walk the land," he whispers.
"The sacred earth will be desecrated," I whisper happily.
"Yes, my child. Then Rhyno and I will be free. Tomorrow night, we will reclaim what is rightly ours. You have
located the brothers?" He asks anxiously.
"Yes, master. In this life, Edge and Christian are not brothers, but best friends. Their names are Adam and Jason."
I hear a deep, lustful growl issue from his throat. "Adam and Jason," he whispers as if savoring the names.
"Yes, master. I plan to make contact tomorrow and prepare them for your.....claiming."
He chuckles at my choice of words. "Very good, my child."
I hear the werewolf growl. "What about my descendants from the pack?"
I smile. "You have two male descendants. Brothers. Matthew and Jeff Hardy."
"Brothers," he growls. I can hear him licking his lips in anticipation.
"Go my child, the sun is approaching," my master whispers.
I smile as I walk away quickly. Remembering back 200 years ago when I had to claw a shallow grave for myself
and the small werewolf pup. I remembered the fear that surged throughout my body.
Soon it will be the slayers turn to look for a place to hide as my master tracks them down. I will enjoy hearing
them scream and beg for mercy as my brothers and sisters did 200 years ago. Their pitiful cries will echo into the
night until Lord Marcus has had enough and decides to rip their throats out and tear them to shreds for the
werewolves to devour.
~TBC~
