Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

His golden eyes began to widen as he watched the girl shift in his hands. It was amazing... Beautiful even. He hadn't seen one of her kind in centuries. What luck! What great luck. He...of all the other vampires in the city she fell into his lap. This was karma at her best. For the first time in his cold undead life he felt like crying out of happiness.. However, that would be impossible. Such meaningless actions such as crying were gone from him now. He'd been living his life as a cold ruthless bastard for so many centuries there was no time to cry. He had to be strong to survive....tears were for the weak. I can't believe my eyes.... he admitted with a sick smile as he gripped her hair tighter to insure she wouldn't somehow find her way out of his clutches. I really am astounded girl... I thought all of your kind were extinct...destroyed in the massacre decades ago.... Elliot sighed to himself looking away from her. How did she survive alone so many years alone? he thought. She looked so young. The vampire wondered how she lived without the comfort of her mother, the security of her father in such a fucked civilization. Then again how did he survive so many centuries without the companionship of the ones he used to love and care for? I am... he paused to drop the dagger onto the floor. This is just a really weird moment for me. he said with a chuckle. How the hell did you survive the massacre? he asked still holding the girl by her silken locks as he carried her over to the turned over bed. With one hand he flipped the mattress and bed frame over. Taking a seat on the edge he placed her upon his lap, a firm grip upon her hips now. Out of all my kind, it is extremely amazing that you managed to fall into my hands.... It must have been hard for you...Did you see the massacres? he asked oblivious of her feelings toward the topic...or rather nonchalant about them. All that mattered at the moment that she satiate his curiosity for her past. The being before him was simply enigmatic in all her beauty. He simply needed to know, before he made her pay for her mistakes, how the hell she managed to escape what happened to the rest of her kind. I doubt there are more of you...you are probably the last...that sucks doesn't it...knowing that you are the last of something... he said to her as he took his left hand and snaked it up her back to snatch up her hair. He tilted her head to the side, sniffing the dried up blood around the nape of her neck, feeling the blood surge through her unique veins. He took a long whiff of her, deciding right then and there that he wasn't letting her go. She was, in fact, too fucking rare to let just wander... She was too precious. Her blood was exquisite....her shifting abilities unmatched. She would be the perfect tool.... The perfect tool to manipulate into doing whatever he wanted. Unable to contain his hunger for her abilities and blood he bit into her neck. Her soft skin was warm beneath his ice cold lips. He moaned as her warm blood gushed into his eager mouth, flowing down his quivering throat rushing through his black veins. Tell me your story my dear... he telepathically spoke to her as he indulged himself in her divine blood. She would become physically weak from the blood lost, and succumb to his melodic voice, telling him everything, answering all his questions. He doubted she would have the nerve to speak up under his intense gaze, so he thought why not help? She was unlike any other....striking such excitement and curiosity in the vampire like so. He hadn't been so eager to hear someone's history in quite some time. He tore his mouth away from her neck, licking his blood stained lips, rubies beading the bite marks at the absence of his fangs. She was now under his temporary spell to do a small portion of what he wished as he didn't drink too much to make her completely his....mindless zombies weren't his thing. Tell me shapeshifter, how'd you survive?