TheGrind
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Sebastian was on his own. It had been that way for nearly two decades. Friends came and went, they had to lest they figure out his little secret. To dispose a body on a traveling bus, it was never hard. Eventually he grew wise to the idea of taking groupies, letting them disappear into the night rather than leach off the roadies who carried his gear. There were disappearances in big cities everyday, and more often occurred in crowded places. Touring was the best thing to keep his food supply stocked.
It was another night of playing hard music to the deafening listeners. They ate the poison like rats, unbeknownst of his true intentions. But the music did get him off, give him a high he only felt when taking a life or bleeding a body dry. It was an incredible sensation to have entire crowds cheering your name, your lyrics. However the nights couldn’t last forever and after the first encore he called it a night.
Disappearing into the back he found a pair of blue eyed floozies trying to get in. There were others, other girls, but Sebastian couldn’t help his shallow tastes. The guys tried to get backstage too but they never really had a chance. There were just two things wrong with them: not enough tit and too much dick. Passing by an open door he whispered something into one of the girl’s ear. She smiled, running a departing hand down Sebastian’s sleeve, pulling at his fingertips as she left, heading down another hallway. This left Sebastian with just the one. She was a knock out. And she was going to be his.
After briefly looking around he saw no one. Figuring the coast would be clear until he finished feeding, he pushed the girl hard against the wall. A painful gasp escaped her lungs but she managed a smile at the rough play, thinking there would be some pleasure in this for her. But there wouldn’t be. At least not in the long run.
Sebastian leaned forward, kissing her lips gently. The tips of his teeth bit against her lip, pulling at it before his head disappeared against the crook of her neck. In a flash he bared his fangs, digging them deep into her neck. Puncturing the jugular he felt the warm juice flow from her neck and into his mouth. Swallowing mouthful after mouthful he felt the excess liquid coating around his mouth, no doubt a few lines had dribbled down her neck and onto her clothes. The warmth filled him. As he pulled away, taking what he needed, his tongue lapped at her neck where the puncture wounds were. She’d be fine in time but she was going to be out a long while.
Sebastian was on his own. It had been that way for nearly two decades. Friends came and went, they had to lest they figure out his little secret. To dispose a body on a traveling bus, it was never hard. Eventually he grew wise to the idea of taking groupies, letting them disappear into the night rather than leach off the roadies who carried his gear. There were disappearances in big cities everyday, and more often occurred in crowded places. Touring was the best thing to keep his food supply stocked.
It was another night of playing hard music to the deafening listeners. They ate the poison like rats, unbeknownst of his true intentions. But the music did get him off, give him a high he only felt when taking a life or bleeding a body dry. It was an incredible sensation to have entire crowds cheering your name, your lyrics. However the nights couldn’t last forever and after the first encore he called it a night.
Disappearing into the back he found a pair of blue eyed floozies trying to get in. There were others, other girls, but Sebastian couldn’t help his shallow tastes. The guys tried to get backstage too but they never really had a chance. There were just two things wrong with them: not enough tit and too much dick. Passing by an open door he whispered something into one of the girl’s ear. She smiled, running a departing hand down Sebastian’s sleeve, pulling at his fingertips as she left, heading down another hallway. This left Sebastian with just the one. She was a knock out. And she was going to be his.
After briefly looking around he saw no one. Figuring the coast would be clear until he finished feeding, he pushed the girl hard against the wall. A painful gasp escaped her lungs but she managed a smile at the rough play, thinking there would be some pleasure in this for her. But there wouldn’t be. At least not in the long run.
Sebastian leaned forward, kissing her lips gently. The tips of his teeth bit against her lip, pulling at it before his head disappeared against the crook of her neck. In a flash he bared his fangs, digging them deep into her neck. Puncturing the jugular he felt the warm juice flow from her neck and into his mouth. Swallowing mouthful after mouthful he felt the excess liquid coating around his mouth, no doubt a few lines had dribbled down her neck and onto her clothes. The warmth filled him. As he pulled away, taking what he needed, his tongue lapped at her neck where the puncture wounds were. She’d be fine in time but she was going to be out a long while.
