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La petite mort
When you first came to, you didn’t recognise where you were. The only thing you knew was that you were in a dark room, laying on top of a bed that wasn’t yours. This bed was softer than the one you had at home. The mattress was so soft that it felt like you were sleeping on top of a cloud. Its silk sheets caressed you like a lover’s embrace, lulling you into a sense of comfort and security. Your sleep-addled brain figured that you had been drinking too much again, that one of your friends had offered to lend you a room while you slept the alcohol off. Content with the rationalisation in your mind, you decided to go back to sleep. You turned your body languidly to sleep on your side, only to find that something was holding your left hand back. Frowning, you tugged and tugged and tugged—but your hand refused to move from where it was sitting.
Suddenly, fear spiked in your heart. Something wrapped around your wrists. Despite the sinking feeling in your gut, you hoped that your hand was just caught up in… something. But what would your hand be caught up in, when you’re lying in bed? Wordlessly, panic set in. You began thrashing your arms wildly, trying to free yourself from your restraints, uncaring of the burn you started to feel on your wrists. It was futile. You bit your lips and slumped against the headboard. From the way it felt, the fibre-like texture and braids, you knew that it had to be rope. Your eyes began to water. You blinked a couple of times and refused to let the tears fall. You refused to give up. There must be something that can help you out of these ropes!
With a new sense of determination, you diligently scanned the room you were in. The room was completely void of light, save for a small, flickering candle on the nightstand. The burning candlelight breathed life into the room, casting shadows that danced along the walls. The dark, misshapen shapes seemed to move closer and closer, like beasts ready to pounce. Your heart pounded. Paranoia wouldn’t help you now, but you couldn’t help the thoughts that consumed your mind.
You didn’t want to think about it, but you were most likely trapped. Trapped in this unknown room, by an unknown assailant with unknown intentions—
You heard footsteps approach. They were purposeful and steady, reminiscent of a predator stalking its prey. In a last-ditch attempt to escape, you shook your hands frantically. You tried moving your hands from side to side, up and down, and even contorting them as small as you could to see if they can slip through the knot. When all those methods didn’t work, you tried again and again and again. You didn’t care how fruitless these actions seemed. All you can feel is the adrenaline that coursed through your veins like poison, like fire, like the knowledge that you will die if you didn’t escape now.
And then, the footsteps stopped.
You froze.
The door handle began to turn.
You wanted to shut your eyes, to cover your ears, anything to deny the situation you were in, but the feeling of danger kept you frozen. You couldn’t look away. You couldn’t look away even when you heard the door creak open, even when a large shadow stood silently in the doorway. You blinked, whether it was to focus your eyes or to stop the tears, you didn’t know, but you saw the silhouette of a man. When your eyes had adjusted to the light, your mouth opened in shock. Your heart leapt with joy. You could recognise that man anywhere. You recognised those handsome features and those violet eyes… it was undoubtedly Lucien! The kind man you met at church.
After your father’s passing, you routinely came to a church on the outskirts of town. Every Sunday, without fail, you would listen to the Father’s sermons. Every Sunday, you left the church with a gaping hole in your chest, a feeling of emptiness that could not be filled by prayers. There, you met Lucien. He was a strange, sort of fellow. He felt as if he didn’t belong there, among the crowd of believers. It wasn’t as if no one liked him; his kind manners and handsome face attracted many admirers and friends alike, but there was something in him that set him apart from the others. While others prayed earnestly, he would do so with empty words, as if he was going through the motions. Even though you had never spoken to him yet, you felt a sense of kinship. Of being the black sheep in the herd of white.
Once, he caught you staring at him. Before you could turn your head away in embarrassment, he had smiled at you and waved, beckoning you to come closer. When you first spoke to him, it was as if you had met an old friend. When he confessed to you that his parents had also died, it felt like fate. Lucien gave you the comfort that the church was unable to give, and it seemed like Lucien felt the same. A bond stronger than friendship blossomed, tainted with the indelible temptation of sin. Little by little, you spent more of your Sundays in his bed rather than in the pews of the church.
Before you could call out to him, you realised that something was wrong. His usually gentle eyes were instead cold, indifferent. You didn’t recognise the man before you.
Lucien smiled when he noticed you were awake. A slight, curl of the lips that was more cruel than comforting.
“My silly girl,” his voice was soft and chiding. His eyes glowed crimson in the dark. “Didn’t I say that you should’ve run from me when you had the chance?”
With that, he strode over to you. His casual gait left no room for argument as to who was the cause of your current predicament. But… you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t believe it, even as his tall figure loomed imposingly above you.
You flinched when his hand cupped your cheek. His gentle, yet cold, touch used to be a comfort. But now, all you felt was fear. You were trembling, but you refused to look away from him. Amused, he parted your lips with one of his fingers and plunged the digit into your mouth.
Almost on instinct, you sucked his finger and rolled your tongue around it, coating it with saliva. He then added another finger in, and you continued doing the same. Whether you continued out of fear or out of instinct, you didn’t know. You were puzzled at your own actions, but it seemed that Lucien saw through you, better than you, yourself, ever could. He never took off his eyes from yours. When he was satisfied, he pulled out his fingers. A string of saliva stretched out between the two of you. You could see Lucien’s red eyes turn into slits at the sight. His smile grew smug, as if he had won a great victory.
Your breath hitched when you felt that same hand reach under your nightgown. Before you could even react, he pried your legs open with ease. His saliva-coated fingers slipped underneath your panties and leisurely stroked your folds. He let out a satisfied hum when he found that you were already wet. Without so much as a warning, he eased a finger inside you and you gasped at the intrusion. A moment later, he eased the other finger in. You were so, so wet that his fingers went in effortlessly. Involuntarily, your hips bucked in rhythm with his fingers, pleading for more pleasure. This didn’t escape Lucien’s notice. Without ceasing his fingers, he put one knee on the bed and one hand on the headboard. Cutting your ways of escape. Trapping you.
His face was suddenly close. He leaned in, as if to kiss you, but swerved his head at the last second to mouth along your neck instead. He sucked at your neck sweetly, until a beautiful shade of red bloomed on your skin like roses.
“To be aroused in this kind of situation… to think that my little kitten is in reality a vixen,” he murmured close to your ear. His voice was low and husky, dripping with danger. His breath tickled your neck. You shivered.
You feel your thighs begin to tremble. Lucien’s fingers mercilessly teased the bundle of nerves inside you, alternating between pressing hard and going in slow circles. He had started to use his thumb to rub your clit. When he felt that you were on the precipice of climaxing, he would stop. After a few minutes, when the heat has somewhat cooled down, he continued to torment you with his fingers. No matter how much you thrust your hips, wordlessly begging for more, Lucien would not heed your calls. His fingers remained infuriatingly steady.
After your third time of almost climaxing, all your fear was completely replaced with lust. You were sobbing now, leaning into his touch, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.
“Lu.. cien…ah, please…” Somehow, you had finally found your voice. But in the midst of pleasure, you could hardly recognise yourself. Who was this wanton woman, barely able to form a sentence, begging to be thoroughly ravished?
“What is it, love?” Lucien questioned in his usual, soft monotone. He asked as if he didn’t know what you wanted, but the smugness in his tone betrayed him. “Tell me. What is it that you want?”
“Lucien… please.” You whined, again thrusting your hips to meet his sinful fingers.
“I won’t understand if you don’t say it.”
“Lucien! I—don’t…” Heat rose to your face. He couldn’t possibly… be asking you to say it out loud?
“You don’t know what you want? Don’t worry. We have all the time in the world.”
“N-no… I…” It was then that you understood. Lucien wanted you to say it, for you to fall into the depths of vulgarity with him. He’d be more than happy to wait for you, no matter how long it took. All this time, you felt his hardness on your thigh, apparent yet unmoving. Lucien had made no attempt to relieve himself.
“Say it,” He said softly, recognising the understanding that washed over your features.
“Put… it… in.”
“Put what in?” Lucien crooned. His fingers, if only his fingers would go deeper, faster—
“Y-your… c-cock” you whispered, tongue stumbling over the words.
“I can’t hear you,” Lucien said tersely. Finally, Lucien showed a flicker of impatience. He began rubbing the bulge of his trousers against your inner thighs, spurring you on.
“Lucien...!” you yelped, feeling overstimulated. You were crying, begging, now. “Please! Put your cock inside me! I’ll… I’ll do anything!”
Lucien’s eyes flashed with an emotion you didn’t recognise.
“Anything? Will you promise to stay by my side? For all eternity?”
Although nearly insensate, your managed to process his words.
“Yes…! Yes!” You screamed, jerking your hips faster and faster. “I promise! I’ve… ah… promised you before,”
Suddenly, he pulled out his fingers from inside you. You whined from the loss of contact, but he simply put his fingers near his lips and tasted the slick of your arousal. That one action re-ignited a fire in your belly, and you began to mewl his name, over and over again. You whined and rubbed your thighs together in utter desperation.
You could see the adoration in his eyes, and the hunger—oh, the hunger. Lucien was going to devour you. And you were going to let him.
Lucien loosened his tie and began undoing the buttons of his shirt before he decided to forgo all patience entirely. He ripped off his shirt with inhuman strength, leaving it in tatters. You eyed his collarbones, muscled arms, and chiselled abs, feeling the slick drip out from your core. Finally, your eyes went to his face. For some reason, neither this display of strength nor his red, snake-like eyes discouraged you.
At your reaction, he simply smirked and ripped off your clothes, exposing your naked body to cold air.
Your heartbeat quickened when you saw him slowly unzip his trousers, your mouth falling open at the sheer size of his bulge. His precum caused a large, wet stain on his boxers. When his erection sprang free, you could see how much he needed you. His tip was angry, red, leaking. No matter how unaffected Lucien pretended to be, there was no denying that he wanted you.
You spread your legs and swayed your hips enticingly: a clear invitation. At your shameless display, Lucien lost all reason, quickly sheathing himself inside you in one smooth movement. You moaned loudly, hips jerking forward and toes curling in pleasure. You sobbed in relief. Finally, you felt... full.
Fortunately, the night had only just begun, and the both of you began to rut against each other like animals. Moans filled the room, undulating in time with the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. Lucien thrust into you, hard and fast, and you pushed against him with an equal amount of fervour. The ropes that had caused you so much anxiety in the beginning instead grounded you, turning into your lifeline as you and Lucien consummated your passions.
Feeling your walls clenching around his manhood, Lucien began rubbing your clit. Since you were already so close, it didn’t take long for you to cum at all. You let out a cry as your muscles spasmed, electricity coursing through your body like wildfire. When the high of your orgasm had worn off, you felt yourself go slack. Your legs, which was previously wrapped around Lucien’s waist, fell to the mattress. Despite how sensitive you felt post-orgasm, Lucien continued to pound into you, albeit more slowly. The passionate night had suddenly turned tender. He kissed you, and you opened your mouth to let his tongue in. He devoured your moans, your pleasure, your everything.
Gently, he began to palm your breasts with his hands, feeling your nipples harden to stiff, rosy peaks. He broke the kiss, turning his attention to one of your breasts, and started licking it. You arched your back, trembling at the sensation. He sucked on your nipple, rolling his tongue in a circular motion, and continued to knead your breasts. You let out a high-pitched moan when you felt your nipple in-between his teeth, painful yet pleasant at the same time. You felt his mouth curl up into a smile against your breast.
He stopped his teasing and looked up at you with lust clouding his eyes. He kissed your breast, your collarbone, and slowly made his way up to your neck. Once there, instead of kissing it, he lapped at it with a strange fascination. He licked your neck slowly, as if savouring the taste. You startled when you felt sharp canines on your neck, biting, but not hard enough to draw blood. A warning, or perhaps reminder, that he was indeed a cold-blooded vampire.
You knew he was a vampire. He had told you, after a session of your nightly trysts. You planned to laugh it off, because vampires? Surely, he must be joking, but the look in his eyes caused your remarks to die in your throat. His eyes showed no ounce of jest. With uncertainty, you put your hand on top of his and leaned your head on his shoulder. You told him you didn’t care, that you loved him, human or not. It was the first time you saw his expression morph to one of complete shock. Realising this, he looked away and schooled his expression. After a moment, he squeezed your hand and looked into your eyes with a fragility you never knew he possessed. His lips, although smiling, couldn’t hide the sorrow in his eyes.
“I’ve never met a human like you,” Lucien murmured, voice soft. “It makes me want to never let you go.”
“Then don’t,” you said, determination in your eyes. Lucien had done so much for you. He pulled you out of that hole of despair and comforted you when the church could not. Even when you could stand on your own, you couldn’t imagine a life without him.
Lucien looked away.
“You don’t know what you’re agreeing to,” Lucien said. His eyes were vacant, as if he was seeing a reality that was far from the present.
“Then tell me,” you persisted, eyes searching Lucien for a sign, anything. Seeing your earnest expression, Lucien sighed helplessly.
“Would you still agree,” he began, “even if you must be turned into a monster like me?”
“You’re not—”
He cut you off.
“Even if your physicality remains unchanged, while the people around you, those who you love, wither in old age and leave you alone?”
You stayed silent, attempting to process his words. He’d essentially asked you to become a vampire. This was… too much, much more than what you could handle all at once. The fact that Lucien was a vampire, that he was most likely decades or centuries older than you, but mostly... the fact that he had suffered in loneliness all this time.
Without preamble, he continued speaking.
“My parents and I, we were hit by a car,” he stated simply, devoid of emotion. “But only I survived. The car’s driver was a vampire. When he noticed that I was still alive, he turned me, and then fled. Perhaps he turned me just so he would be absolved of some of his guilt.”
Lucien chuckled bitterly.
“Would you dare subject yourself to this kind of life? To this... curse?”
“I won’t be alone,” you said firmly, eyes filled with adoration. “Because you are with me.”
At your answer, Lucien laughed, a breathy, sort of sound. It almost sounded like a sob. He blinked a couple of times, then looked to the ground. If Lucien was capable of crying, perhaps he’d be in tears.
“I will take this as your consent, then?” He asked, still unable to look at you. “You… you are not allowed to take back this decision, this promise.”
“I won’t,” you vowed.
“Even if you wish to change your mind later, I will not let you go.”
You traced his knuckles with your thumb, trying to soothe him.
“I know,” you said softly.
As if a dam had broken loose, Lucien kissed you fiercely. He kissed you like he was afraid that you would leave him at this very moment. Emotions soaring inside of you, you kissed him back just as hard. The two of you held each other like a lifeline. That night, he was rougher than he’d ever been. But still, you prodded him, harder, harder, you screamed, clawing at his back.
After the both of you were spent, he kissed the top of your head and whispered into your ear.
“You should’ve run from me when you had the chance.”
Shaking your head in disagreement, you kissed him languidly. You were sure that you wanted to be with him in the future, no matter the trials you both faced ahead.
The next morning, he was back to the Lucien you knew. Kind and gentle, with just a hint of mystery. This memory hung over you like a cloud, but as the days passed, you grew complacent. Unbeknownst to you, the gears of fate had never stopped turning in Lucien’s mind. Waiting. Waiting, for the right moment.
Oh.
Suddenly, you knew what this was all about.
You felt the way Lucien nibbled your neck, the way he was careful not to break your skin despite his earlier warnings.
You smiled, tilting your head to the side to bare your neck to him. You could feel his entire body tense at your action.
“Go ahead,” you said gently, “you can bite me.”
Violently, he tore himself away from your neck. You could see fangs poking out from under his lips. His red eyes shone bright, brighter than you’ve ever seen them. They were beautiful. A second later, Lucien was back at your throat, holding your wrists even though the ropes had already kept you in place.
“There’s no going back now. I won’t let you go.” Lucien voice was low, almost at a growl. You should be scared of how unhinged he was right now. Really, you should. But all you could focus on were the emotions underneath his crazed state, that spark of despair mingled with desperation.
“I won’t go,” you said, shocking him to stillness. With your hands bound, you couldn’t do much to comfort him, but you were still able to kiss him: a sign of your devotion. Of your acceptance.
“Why?” he asked, voice quiet.
In your heart, you had always known the answer.
“Because I love you.”
He kissed you instead of responding, his mouth moving against yours with unbridled passion. Like the fateful night of his confession, you responded just as eagerly. Unlike that night, though, you could feel Lucien’s elongated fangs. Experimentally, you ran your tongue over his canines. You felt their chilling sharpness. Even with a modicum of pressure, it’d be easy for those fangs to pierce your skin. Even so, you didn’t shy away from the kiss. You trusted Lucien.
Your breasts pressed against his muscular chest as he ground into you ruthlessly. Your oversensitive body tingled, sending shocks of pleasure towards your lower belly. You felt yourself tighten around him. Tears fell down your cheeks. Your moans grew hoarse. When your legs lost their place around his waist, he suddenly broke the kiss and hiked your legs over his shoulders. He plunged into you, deeper than you thought possible, and mercilessly hit the spot that made you scream. Over and over again. His grip on your hips would leave bruises in the morning, but you didn’t care.
The pressure in your belly threatened to burst. And by the way Lucien’s own groans grew, the way he rutted against you faster and faster, you knew that he was also close. In the midst of heavenly euphoria, you tried to catch his attention.
“Ah… ah—Lucien! Don’t.. ah… pull out…”
Lucien’s hips stuttered a bit, but he didn’t answer.
The next thing you knew, you saw his eyes flash with hunger before you found your back shoved against the headboard. Lucien pushed into you, deeper still, and you let out a soundless scream as your body convulsed around him. At that exact moment, you felt fangs pierce your neck, felt his seed spill inside you, and you saw stars. Insurmountable pleasure hit you in two places at once. The pleasure of his mouth on your neck, his cum warming your insides—it was death and rebirth at the same time. Pain and euphoria. Your entire body burned. You couldn’t breathe. Your heart had stopped beating.
A moment later, life breathed back into you.
Lucien let go of your neck and smiled, his lips bloody. The tantalising liquid ran down his neck. The red stood starkly against his pale skin, like blood splatters on freshly fallen snow. You tried to smile back at him, but you could only manage a slight tilt of your lips before your spent body sagged against the headboard. You simply stared at him for a moment, panting heavily.
Carefully, Lucien put your head on the crook of his neck and ran his fingers through your hair. You simply blinked a few times, bewildered, until suddenly, you felt an overwhelming hunger. A craving for blood.
Saliva pooled in your mouth. You could feel your canines elongate to fangs. Impulsively, you bit Lucien’s neck and sweetness filled your mouth. It tasted better than all the desserts you’ve tried, better than any food you’ve ever eaten, so you gulped it down greedily. Your hands sought to free themselves from their restraints, and you let out a pitiful whine that sounded foreign to your own ears. You wanted to sink your claws into him, to stop him from ever leaving. You wanted to have all of Lucien. He’s yours, you’re his, and you won’t let anyone else have him—
“Shhh,” Lucien cooed consolingly. He patted your head the way he always did. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I will never leave you.”
The result was instantaneous. You stopped trying to break free and your body relaxed. Slowly, you lapped up any blood remaining on Lucien’s neck.
“Good girl,” he praised, and you felt your heart soar with pride.
Finally, he freed your hands from their restraints. As soon as the ropes fell to the floor, you hugged him fiercely. Lucien laughed. His laugh was as light as a butterfly’s wings. It sounded like red leaves falling in autumn, like promises that withstood the test of time.
“I love you, too.” He smiled in that helpless way of his, the way he does with anything that involves you. He took your left hand and kissed your ring finger. His eyes were earnest and full of love.
You felt your eyes water, so you blinked to stop the tears. You hugged him even more tightly.
“What a crybaby,” he teased, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips. It was as if you two were back to when it all first started. When you still met up at church and barely knew each other. He would tease you shamelessly, causing your face to flush pink: a game of push and pull that you were never able to win. It seemed like there were some things that never changed.
You pouted at him, lightly hitting his chest with your fist.
All of a sudden, you were hit by an ingenious idea. You smiled impishly at him, wrapping your hands around his neck. The amusement never left his eyes, but you could tell that he was observing you. Calculatingly, like a predator waiting for its prey’s next move.
Boldly, you licked the corner of his mouth, tasting your own blood. It tasted sweet, not as sweet as Lucien’s, but sweeter than you expected. Before you could laugh at his puzzled expression, you felt him begin to harden inside of you.
Lucien pushed you down to the bed, lust returning to his eyes. He licked his lips.
“The night is still young, you know?”