Feed the Hunger - 5/? (*Slash*)
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~CHRIS' POV~
I stare at Trish's small, delicate, elongated fangs in disbelief. "What are you?" I finally manage to whisper.
She smiles at me, possibly one of the sweetest smiles that she has ever given me. "Chris, I am a vampire," she
whispers as she leans in to caress my cheek, but I flinch away from her touch causing her to frown.
She stands and reaches behind her, unzipping the zipper to her dress. I watch mesmerized as she lets it fall to the
floor in a soft thud.
"You're here to kill me, aren't you?" I ask as my body starts to tremble.
"Does it look like I'm here to kill you, Chris?" She asks sarcastically, "I'm here to offer you a gift."
"Gift?" I ask in disbelief, but my eyes linger on the seductive curves of her firm, voluptuous body. A body that I
know so well, but find fascinating no matter how many times I touch or caress it.
She grins as she leans closer. "Eternal life.....eternal beauty," she whispers.
"But I will have to kill others," I gasp, "No thanks!" I try to scoot away from Trish, but her hand grabs mine and
holds me in place as she straddles my waist, pinning me to the bed.
"There are other ways to feed, Chris," she coos as she easily holds both of my hands above my head. "You don't
have to always kill your victims. I fed from you, but yet you live."
My eyes widen in disbelief.
"You fed from me?" I growl as I try to push her away, but I quickly find her strength to be superior to that of mine.
"Each night since the first night that we were together," she admits with almost a faint sign of guilt.
I tremble underneath her. I haven't felt so helpless since I was a small child.
"Embrace the darkness, Chris," she whispers as she leans down and crushes her lips to mine. "Join me."
I want to resist, but the feel of her body, her scent, all of it driving me crazy with desire for her. I don't think that I
could live without her. "Yes," I whisper in surrender.
She smiles as she raises up and starts to suck and nibble at my neck. I jump and tense as her fangs pierce the
tender flesh, but relax as her fingers caress my body.
As she drinks from me, I feel my life force leaving me. Abandoning me. Forsaking me.
When she pulls away, I am too weak to move.
She raises up, her lips a brighter shade of red than before, as if my blood had given them their brightness. I watch
as she seductively cups her breasts and then proceeds to slice a small gap above the right one.
"Drink, my beloved," she coos as she raises my head from the pillow, gently brushing the stray damp hair from
around my face as she presses my lips to the open wound on her breast.
I lap at the crimson fluid hungrily before finally sucking at it like a small child nursing from it's mother. Her fingers
entangle in my hair, pressing my face closer against her ample bosom.
After several moments, I pull away as I fill full and nauseous of her blood. My body aches and feels different.
"Sleep," she whispers as she lays me back down onto the bed.
I watch as she walks over to the window and pulls the drapes closed, and I even manage a faint smile as she joins
me back on the bed. Her hands slide down into my boxers. "Tomorrow, I will take care of that," she whispers in
promise.
I smile as I close my eyes and embrace the darkness.
~TRISH'S POV~
I've brought him across, but can I make him feed?
The first kill will be the hardest on him, but he must do it. After that one, he can be more selective and only take
enough to satisfy his thirst.
I ponder on Chris' first kill, and then I remember the lady across the hall who had flirted with him during the day.
I smile as I slip my dress back on. I had to secure Chris' first meal.
~MARCUS' POV~
I smile as I sense that Trish has claimed her mate. Chris will be a wonderful and beautiful addition to our clan.
I stop as I see the perfect meal for my lovers.....a slayer.
I can smell the scent on him that I have hated for two hundred years........McMahon.
I slowly stalk towards the man careful not to spook him. His blood will not erase what has happened, but it will
make me feel so much better to watch as my young ones feed upon him. I smirk as I think of how ravenous they
will be when they awaken. The first kill is always the most brutal. The most savage.
I'm upon the man before he has time to scream. My hand wraps around his throat and squeezes.
I smile as I watch the little human struggle in my grasp as he gasps desperately for air.
I throw him to the ground as I move to loom over him.
"What is your name slayer?" I growl.
He looks at me shocked that I know he's a slayer. "William Regal," he growls back in defiance. "And your name,
blood sucker?"
"Lord Marcus," I say with a slight chuckle, enjoying the shocked expression on his face. "And you Mr. Regal will
be my lover's first meal."
"NO!" He screamed, but I quickly grabbed him by the neck, stifling his screams as I hauled him up to his feet and
carried him into the dark blanket of night.
~RHYNO'S POV~
I search for the perfect meal. It must be young and tender for my pups developing taste buds.
I slip through the city undetected in my wolf form. I see many promising prospects, but my eyes fall upon the
perfect one.
A red-haired harlot seductively slides from the distinguished auto machine that is parked in a deserted parking lot.
I sniff the air and smell the blood of the man inside. My eyes narrow and I can see the man leaning back with his
throat slashed.
I grin as I slowly start to stalk her. I learn from others that this predator is called Lita.
She's perfect. Young and tender, but tainted with the smell of death that follows her.
As she enters a long, dark alley, I see my opportunity and quickly grab her.
She kicks and screams but I silence her with one swift punch to the face before scooping her small unconscious
body up into my arms and heading back to the dwelling that belongs to my pups. They should be awakening soon.
~SHANNON'S POV~
"HELLO!" I scream at the top of my voice, praying that someone would hear my cries for help. "ANYONE!
SOMEONE! HELP ME!"
I smile as the door slowly creaks open and I see Matt and Jeff standing there, staring at me.
Only is it really Matt and Jeff?
I swear that their eyes look yellow in the darkness.
"Matt? Jeff?" I whisper, trying to control the trembling of my body.
They inched towards me, separating as if flanking me. I knew that I was in trouble when Jeff issued a low
menacing growl.
~TBC~
