Thread: Once Bitten, Twice Removed [Viktoff x Sketchyequine]

As the skin-meltingly hot water cascaded over his silver hair, a sort of relief swelled beneath his skin. Before switching on the water, Rick was tired and hungry. Sadly, the red glow in his eyes had been the further signs of his body's protest against his more humble desires. His lips would slowly part, the fangs extended to the perverse scenes that played within his head. Naked bodies, blood running over pale lips, the reflection of his own messy red grin after ripping into a rnadom woman's throat, he couldn't shake them. Shutting his eyes tight, he pressed his forehead to the shower wall before him. The blistering white water eased down his defined and lean back as wished he was still sensitive to the heat. Self-inflicted pain would do well to chase off these overwhelming fantasies of biting into a faceless woman's neck. Naturally, a new vampire would make the mistake to go one step further and really cut into their own flesh. However, forcing the healing process and losing blood would only make that process even worse. After the initial, mostly sexually-driven, wave of hunger slips over a monster like Rick, a new wave would meet him. This wave involved pain and the victims that flashed into his mind would be members of either sex. People he knew, men he'd wish to beat down before turning their necks into fleshy pulp, all the pain that'd be inflicted upon himself in a fight with a worthy foe, it blended into a promise of pleasure that he knew all too well. A tricky road of punching and biting long before thinking and regreting, and traversing that road would let him invite a familiar numbness into his head. This numbness was soft and inviting like the perfect bed and a night of silence to an insomniac. He needed that sensation now. Letting go and basking in the blood of countless human and vampire victims had been as romantic as a fantasy as lonely humans who wish to really be reunited with deceased loved ones and long lost friends. The image of the tar of a city long in Rick's past would slowly return to his mind's eye. The sounds of a young boy's breaths and coughs could faintly be heard as a blury image of a blonde woman's face had focused until it looked all too real. Rick saw her wide, unblinking, green eyes as if he killed her only moments ago. The pair of small pale hands on her cheeks had been frozen in place with literal ice crystals that had formed between their skin. A nagging idea had introduced itself to the mental image as blood dripped onto her face from four distinct points above her. A distant part of Rick wanted to twist the view he had in this image to see the small boy's face. He wanted to believe that it wasn't him, that he wouldn't see his crazed platinum blue gaze and messy red face. Before he could venture any deeper, the sound of clothing dropping to the floor had awakened him. He could smell Kayla before she entered the shower and pinched his rear. With a few blinks and the relaxing aura she brought to him, his eyes were normal before she'd get a chance to be skeptical. Well, as normal as his eyes really could be granted how unusual his eye color really was. Somehow, his beautiful lover had been capable of looking into his frosty eyes without seeing the freak that ached to be revealed. With the pinch to his ass, he chucked and looked back to her through his soaked silver bangs. Her step backwards and comments about the heat of the water had been unsurprising, but he was concerned as the heat of the dorm water was known to be exceedingly dangerous to human skin with immediate exposure. But, given a lack of complaint, he had hoped that she avoided damaging exposure thanks to his natural body temperature diluting the water. Wasting no time at all, Rick cut the water back to a more appropriate level. Finding his soft smile, Rick swiveled about and planted his palms against the wall behind Kayla. He could recall every wonderful detail of her body with his eyes closed, but that didn't dull the lightning he felt between their skin. He guided her up to the shower wall with his bare chest and flat abdomen. She was already completely against the wall, but he wanted to feel her breasts against him anyway. With a body like her own, her presence chased away his hunger. The immediate relief of that torture had only left pure elation in his chest. How could he ignore this? Of course he'd do anything to feel her and taste her lips. Jumping each other's bones this frequently has spoiled him, sure. In his mind, they really weren't at fault. They were perfect together. This was beyond simple mammal passion, it was the natural pairing of two complementary items that any creature of will and mind would create. With a little effort, he kept his hair from getting between their faces as he stole any attempt at a remark with a deep kiss. His hands slipped across the dew-ed shower wall until they took to her cheeks as he pressed his tongue between her lips to find her own. With a quick poke to her own, his tongue would proceed to circle her's slowly while his upper lip kept her lips seperated. A jolt shot up his spine as the shower water dropped in it's heat a bit too suddenly, causing him to pull back as his eyes openned. It was a struggle to keep his boyish charms from holding a silly look, and it showed for a just a moment before he slipped into his steamy romance novel look before scanning over her eyes. I missed you. He whispered over the sounds of the shower water pelting at his back and the floor of the shower. His head tilted to the side as his smile peeled up a bit more in delight. Why don't we just pool our funds together and run away from this damned city? He asked as though the question was more like 'Why do we not just fly to the moon?'. He really wanted it, but he knew that they didn't have the money to really pull it off. He'd work minimum wage, any shity normal job, if she'd be by his side forever. Then again, the haunting guilt of the truth beneath his skin chased away the floating notion that fantasy summoned in his gut. He creaped forward to kiss her neck, down to her collar bone and then over to the center of her chest above her breasts. Usually, butterfly kisses wasn't his style. Gnawing away at a soft neck until the victim's bones are exposed had used to be his favorite, but Kayla brought out a totaly different Rick to the surface. Fuck. I love you. He let out a strained groan as he lifted his head to smile down to her, his lips close to her own again as his hands smoothed down her cheeks and neck to her arms to hold her.