Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Aug 26, 2009 4:43:39 GMT -5
The car pulled up to the house an hour after leaving the theatre, the house seemed settled. Quiet. The girls were no doubt laying about discussing things that girls discussed. Emi tucked away nicely with a meal sevanni had delivered prior to his arrival. An arrangement was made, all that was needed for him to calm himself for the night and hide away from the others that were in the house. Gabriel had been his new replacement. Hyde had chosen to walk a different path. Desert his mission because his own faulty need to be complete had sunk in at an all time low.
"She's ready for you Mr. Black." Sevanni nodded in acknowledgement, thanking him in silence as he walked from the car to the door and into the house. "I don't want any interruptions understand?" Gabriel nodded his head, a yes sir following and he was off to enjoy his own show.
Through the house, back into the garden and pushing past the hedges that stood tall with billowing posies and baby's breath. There was a low hum. A woman's hum. Feet seemed to slow with the tune, the motion moving at a normal pace but in that moment as he moved ahead toward the hum everything seemed to have slowed down.
She was beautiful. Familiar. Auburn hair just past the shoulders, pale skin nearing olive tone. Hands moved over portions of her body as the water flowed freely over her delicate form. She was a sight to behold, but she was too similar to his liking. However, she had been spotted and given instructions.
Sevanni moved to remove the vest he wore, letting it drape over the back of the realxing chair before he took a seat in it. Letting himself get comfortable as the humming continued and the water poured over her naked flesh.
His eyes lowered. Soaking in the night's air, letting his thoughts of her drift into his mind. The woman before him was a vampire. She had hues that glew like honey, supressing those orbs as they remained behind lids, head tilted back and letting the water splash against her neck, chest. Fingertips slithered across the front of her neck and then down over her shoulders to hug herself shortly after.
By mistake she had turned her head to view him. Pausing in her actions. Sevanni could feel her catch her breath. The pause urging him to lift a chin in warning. She lowered her eyes and turned so her round bottom could be visible to him. Ignoring the fact that he was there, or trying to. That's what he wanted.
Her arm reached out for a single hand to turn one of the knobs connected to the pole, letting a new form of water crash against her like a waterfall. It was strange for there to be a shower out in the garden. Sevanni loved the garden. It was one place he could maintain a calm composure from everything else, nestle in the riches of God's green earth. If there was such a being.
The humming continued, a few moans were thrown in, that much was evident as the warm liquid hit her like a shower no one but her could bare. It was a lie. He could bare it. She had perfect mounds that matched one another. Her tummy small and tight to match the remaining parts of that bodice. Goddess like features that could have spawned a thousand children. Wandering hands slid over those parts as her skin was tainted red with delightful nectar of that which vampires like them craved. Occasionally he caught her parting lips to welcome the crimson liquid into her mouth, a swallow noted as her throat was exposed, showing him that she did in fact swallow.
Sevanni's hands grew tight over the arms of the chair, his feet well planted against the grass while he strained to fight against moving from the chair and making strides over to her. Still, since before, her eyes remained off of him as if he wasn't there.
Palms pressed against the glass behind the pole and showerhead, letting her head tilt back and hair, sopping wet and covered in black red, resting down the spinal passage of her back. A glorious sight that one would have to appreciate.
Her arm lifted, grabbing just below the shower head and turning around like a graceful ballerina. His eyes widened slightly, moving his body forward from the chair ever so slightly to her actions. She knew how to move. She was a replica of perfection that he caught himself admiring and missing all the same.
She was facing him now. moving off to the side some as the blood followed her actions. Softly biting down on her lower lip as eyes remained closed and the other hand slid down her bod until it reached the fold between slender legs.
She wasn't tall enough to overpower the thought of her. They were nearly the same size. The same build. Everything was similar, even those lips, but she had a beauty mark just below her left nipple. Calling out to his mouth to try just one taste. Just one. That's all he could do. And it was a lie to himself. It was like eating Pringles or Lays. You just couldn't have one.
Finally he moved to stand, sneakers removed without hassle before he moved over toward her. Just out of reach of getting splattered with blood. Not that it mattered much. What had been failed to mention was the complete barier between the two. He couldn't touch her. Not at all.
In actuality, it was a metephorical mind fuck that would enhance his anger and senses all at once. Look but not touch. When it came to Sevanni, he had to touch. There was no other way. Consider this a thereputical session between him and the woman who will remain nameless at the current time. To him, she only had one name, and he wouldn't whisper those words again so much as think about it. Not now. Not so soon anyway.
Her eyes opened, apparently feeling his presence so close by. Her body straightened as strides were taken toward him. He stood stark straight. Stiff went his frame as she moved against the glass. Pressing palms against it. A pout. The lower lip turned up as she gave him the look he was so familiar with. Only now, she seemed as though she was going to cry.
Her head tilted to the side, letting the blood smudge against the glass as her hands drug down sheet between them. Sevanni's hands pulled up to match her actions, following her hands as she traced lines over the glass. Mouth wording out whispers of touch me, I want you, I need you. It killed him inside, and he fought everything against smashing the glass with fists and taking her then and there. She was a tease and she knew it. They both knew it.
Finally, there it was....An outdrawn breath as he stopped in his actions, she turned, head leaning against the glass, moving her blood dyed hair over her left shoulder and exposing the right side of her neck to him. Sliding fingers over skin and leaving white trails through red over her skin. Then that look. Looking over her shoulder and lowering eyes in yearning.
Sevanni's nails scraped along the glass as if Freddy had lent him his gloved claw. She was a demon, but he was Satan, and like Satan he had many things up his sleeve. Tricks of the trade and it wasn't no trick or fucking treat.
The latch was lifted after she stepped away, the breeze that softly flowed stopped as if he had put a pause on mother nature. She was oblivious to the fact that he had opened the door, separating glass from glass and now his socks were covered and stained with blood. She was still enjoying herself on the opposite end. When he pressed his front against her back she paused. He could feel the swallow melt back down in her throat when his slithering hand rose to embrace the front of her neck, tilting her head to the side as she nervously stood there paused in confusion and fear.
He wasn't suppose to touch her. Those were the rules, but Sevanni broke rules that weren't his own. They would find more that looked like her, many many more. "Please." She spoke in the minimal amount of tone needed, but there would be no begging. Not tonight. Not when he was so pent up and pissed off.
Lips trailed over the lobe of her ear, half way lowered lids admiring flesh as he took in the scent of her and the mixture of blood around him. "No begging." It was that old world tone again embracing him. Wherever it was coming from had begun to take it's presence more and more. It had started shortly after releasing Annabella, it had happened around Shaden that night of their intimite encounter, as it had with Rosey in the park and Darien in his apartment. Now it came naturally, as if it were apart of him and never left him.
Then without delay everything stopped. Her breath. His breathing. the movements of her bodies rejection to what he was doing. Everything had managed to billow out of that space. Spreading crimson love over the grass as it spilled out of the barrier. Sevanni doused in the richness and taking in the intoxicating scent.
This was why he wasn't allowed to touch. He would get angrier with each passing second he swallowed that blood of hers, any womans that came to give a show and would be penetrated by those baring fangs. If it wasn't her blood, it was just blood, but because the resemblence was there, he wanted it shed like a bad disease.
He straightened up, letting her body drop at his feet while covered in red. His arm reached out, pushing the button to stop the blood from dispensing from the showerhead and letting the normality of H2O replace it.
Her body laid there lifeless. A dead vampire with a snapped neck, a nice little package for the help to clean up once again. His shirt was removed now. Pulling the wet fabric from his upper frame, letting it slap against the stone cover below his feet. Removing pants and wallowing in the incredible heat that was water. Nude, thinking, imagining. Realizing that this had to stop in order for him to stop. He had to get over the last bit of his ten years and find a way back to his good graces.
It had been his own brother's words that rang in his head. A freedom that rang out to Sevanni because it was what he deserved. As he stood there he realized one thing. It was time for a fucking change.
Let the games begin.
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Notes
I was compelled to write this out of nowhere and am therefore posting it. Take what you will from it. This is where Sevanni will begin his little rant. The original title of this was showered in blood, killed by a god, but i thought it needed something else.
