Vampire Captive (Closed for Poohlive and Myself)

[EdenNight]

She had once been beautiful, stunning, some would say gorgeous. Men had taken notice of her. Had fought for her attention. She had been gifted with flowers, and baubles, invited to dinner and parties. She had come from noble blood, not royal, but quite noble. Her Father had been high Captain of the King's troops. Her mother, a beautiful lady, daughter of the King and Queen's personal Healer.

Hayli Simone Blackwood

Now 20 summers old. She having entered adulthood, and enjoyed the perks of being beautiful, of being noble, of being wanted.

That was the recent past. The recent past where He had come to her. He had romanced her. His words had been enchanting, haunting, spellbinding, hypnotic, and she had allowed those words, and His charm, to slither around her like the serpent in the garden of Eden. To coil tightly around her, capturing her.

She had once been beautiful. And, in reality, she still was, even without the trappings of money. Her beauty went far beyond the makeups she was now lacking, the garments that were now torn, the perfumed oils that no longer lingered on her skin. There in that dark room, alone, she was still beautiful. With her raven black hair and crystal blue eyes. Oh yes, she was still quite beautiful, as beautiful as the flowers He had left her there in the dark.

How long had she been there? At least a night, if not more. Yes, it was more, perhaps several nights. Alone, no light, no fresh air. Was it day or night? She didn't know. Food was provided, once a day, always when she was sleeping. Bathing and the like provided at the barest minimum.

She knew who held her. He did. He had taken her in the mid of the night. Taken her and imprisoned her here.

She had begged, pleaded Him to allow her free. He had said nothing.

She was His prisoner. And Hayli still did not know what He was, not yet at least.

 

[poohlive]

The first smell was fear, ripe and powerful even in the doorway. It rippled from her, the aroma taking in its surroundings and bouncing off the walls. Then sex, that musk underneath, almost as an aftethought. Her entire scent lovable, lickable.

He walked towards her, emerging from the shadows. Nothing else announced his presence, no footsteps, no smell, only when he was close enough for her to see.

First, he walked around her. His eyes sharp on her body. They traced each outline, rounded every curve. His hands ran up to her clothing, the last remnants of it, and tore them from her body. Nothing left inhidden now, especially her eyes.

When he stopped in front of her, weak, cowering, shivering from either fear or cold, he could see deep into her eyes. He touched her soul, before moving in close.

His tongue came out to taste the sweat from her body. Good and clean, it aroused his hungers.

"You are so beautiful... so rare to find one like you. I want you to be mine," He said this as he bent her head to the side. His strong hand grabbing her black velvet hair, and exposing her neck to him.

The soft skin thrummed with hot blood underneath. His lips went down to purse it, lick it. Insatiable hungry caused a single shudder to run down his spine.

"Do you know what I am?" His razor sharp teeth trailed along her skin, causing small drops of blood to reach the surface. His tongue ran rough against her, licking it up.

"Come now... Hayli. Tell me, tell me what you know," His eyes searched hers, playful and warm were they now. Almost friendly. The eyes of a good friend, someone who wanted to share a secret.

 

[EdenNight]

She did not hear Him approach. How could she not hear Him? How could she not hear the opening, the closing, of the door, the bootsteps of His feet, His breathing? How could she not hear that? But He was utterly silent. A silent Predator, stalking His quivering, nearly terrified prey. The shadows of the room, her cell, yes, this was her cell, her prison, curling around Him, and then parting, parting to allow Him past.

He circled her, slowly, deliberately. Hayli did not move, she did not even want to look up at her. Desperately she tried to keep her fear in check, to keep her body from quivering, trembling, shivering.

His hand entangled in her hair, He pulling back, she gasping. He was cold. So cold. Why didn't she remember Him being this cold?

"You are so beautiful... so rare to find one like you. I want you to be mine,"

"I was, I will be, just let me go, please" the soft begging slipping from her lips. It was as if He heard nothing.

"Do you know what I am?"

She tensed at those words. What did He mean? What was He talking about? She felt His lips, tongue, along the tender, vunerable skin of her throat, pausing at the soft pulse of her heartbeat, just under the skin, the flow of blood, of life, so close, so very close. The glide of sharpness, razored sharpness along her oh so sensative skin.

"Come now... Hayli. Tell me, tell me what you know,"


Her eyes, crytal clear, meeting His. She had looked into them so many times in the last weeks, while He romanced her, charmed her, lured her, stalked her, hunted her. Never before had she seen the flicker of fire, of evil, of death. Not until now.

Her mind was racing. What was He? What did He mean? She thought He was nothing more than handsome, so darkly handsome. She had noticed how the other girls had nearly swooned on seeing Him, His smile was magnetic. Yet, always, in the back of her mind, there were questions. Thoughts and questions.

The talk of vampires had always been rampant in her world. Vampires were an evil that most of the King's men were trying, even now, to deal with. They were animals, murderers, killers, who preyed on the weak and beautiful.

Vampires

Her mind went back to His kiss, the tinge of pain, as if He had bitten her lip. The trail only just a moment ago, or razored sharpness along her throat, her blood even now lacing her skin.

"Oh God, no" she whispered as her eyes went wide. "Please no"

If she were the captive of a vampire, that would mean death. A slow, lingering death.

 

[poohlive]

"Yes..." The word slow and penetrating on his cold lips. The wonder that filled her now. He didn't think it would be so beautiful. That fear, that absolute terror. He kissed her lips, wanting just a piece of it. He could take a small sliver of taste for himself, to with as he will.

"I have been waiting for you," He slid back to her open neck, soft, seductive, feminine. The curves surrounding her, as his body pressed up against him. He could feel himself hard against her, the confine of her body fitting him. There was no denying the strength behind him, absolute strength against her, unable to move, helpless.

"Do not worry, death is not for you."

And he bit. The soft eruption of her skin, breaking through, exploding as life erupted out of her. Warm copper blood filled his mouth, fresh and hot upon his tongue. He drank, deep, from her soul he drank. Every mouthful better than the last, every swallow like pure nectar.

He felt her fear, her rising terror, and then her weakness. The body struggling against him fading, losing, and then submitting to his grasp. He held her up to him, poised in drink, until he had his way with her.

When he had his fill, he bit his lower lip, and two drops of his own blood formed on the wound. It healed, in a matter of seconds, the torn flesh becoming whole once more.

"My pet, you are so weak now," He felt the pulse beneath her only flutter. She could barely stand. He lay her down on the ground, his hands gently caressing.

"Rest now, my pet. Get strong. There will be food for you, and drink. Do not worry, I have you now. I own you, I will make sure nothing happens to you?"

One lingering kiss against her soft lips, one touch of strength before he left her, once again lost in the shadows.

 

[EdenNight]

Had she expected Him to release her, just because she begged Him to? Had she? A small part of her had. She had thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a shred of compassion buried in that facade somewhere.

"Oh God, no" she whispered as her eyes went wide. "Please no"

Her own words echoed back into her ears, her mind. Followed by His. "Yes"

Yes?

Yes, yes He was. He was merely confirming what her nearly panicked mind was screaming at her. He was a Vampire. He was, He always had been.

"I have been waiting for you,"

He held her close, Hayli's trembling body pressed to His, molded, shaking, quivering, her heart pounding, thudding hard, loud in her chest. A tear formed in the corner of one eye, gently gliding down her cheek.

But He did not see that tear. His eyes had closed, His mouth once more nuzzled along that exposed curve of throat. He held her in an iron grasp. He was strong, she was terrified. Terrified and helpless, vunerable. His prey at His mercy.

"Do not worry, death is not for you."

"please, don't" was all she could beg, before His fangs found their mark, peircing, the pain sharp. Hayli gasping, her breath catching, the scream rippling in her throat caught there as He sank those razored fangs deeper into the soft, supple, tender flesh, her life's blood flowing, sweetened with her fear.

Hayli fought, well, it was more like struggled, with what strength she had. Her own nails digging into His back as He held her close, raking, doing no damage, she was not nearly strong enough to fight Him. She felt His low groan as He fed, a burning pain over coming her, yet again, she could not scream. Her mouth open in a silent cry.

Breathing became difficult. She felt her body becoming tired, her mind racing, twisting, confused, and hazed. Still He fed, her blood flowing freely. Her throat felt hot as the blood rushed to where He drank, she becoming almost numb to the pain. Fear, terror, overroad the pain for now.

Her eyes, those cyrstal clear eyes, dulled and closed. She took a staggering breath, trying to beg, to beg for her life. Her voice had abandoned her.

She went limp in His arms, her body giving in to His. She clung to Him, He was all that was keeping her from collasping to the floor at His feet.

When He pulled back, Hayli could not lift her head, nor her eyes. She was limp, weak, vunerable in His arms. Somehow she managed to open her still dull eyes as He lowered her to the floor. She was panting, her skin deathly pale. The wound was healed, yet the pain still throbbed.

"My pet, you are so weak now,"

"Rest now, my pet. Get strong. There will be food for you, and drink. Do not worry, I have you now. I own you, I will make sure nothing happens to you"

Her mind did not quite register what He said, not at that moment. She felt His kiss, gentle, tender, Hayli wanted to scream even more. The darkness seemed to flow around Him as He stepped back from where she lay, licking His lips of the last trace of her blood, HER BLOOD!!!

Hayli was not even sure how long she lay there. It felt like forever before she had enough strength to lift her head. She could smell something, and indeed it was food. Food? Her mind struggled to remember what He has said. Yes, He had promised her food, and water.

She stared up into the darkness, and it was then that she SCREAMED.

It was hours, many hours later, before she was strong enough to get to her feet, using the wall for support. She had eaten some, drank the water. She had fallen asleep shortly after, curled up naked on the bare floor. But now she was cold, so cold. Pale and cold. Making her way slowly along the perimeter of the wall, she found the sparse blankets in the corner. Wrapping one around her, she let herself slowly sink back to the floor. She was shaking, shivering, trembling.

"get ahold of yourself Hayli" she whispered to herself, reaching up to touch her throat. Tears flowed once more, but they were silent, quiet tears. She was not sure she would survive this, but she would try.

 

[poohlive]

He came once more, from the shadows. A form reaching out from the black. Fingers caressing her shoulder first, those cold dead fingers. He ripped the blanket from her, leaving her exposed once more.

"Up," He spoke, standing before her, his eyes on her fallen figure. He only waited a moment, seeing she did not move. Then he bent down, his grip iron, pushing her up.

"When I tell you to do something, you will do it, understand me?" He slapped her, hard across the face. Hard enough to draw blood. Already the sparkle in his eyes grew as he saw the blood running from her soft lips. He bent down, pulling her chin up to him, his tongue coming out to snake the drop from her.

"You taste so wonderful," He whispered, savoring the small drop in his mouth. The fresh taste of pain and fear swam through it. He lost himself in that moment, before coming back to her.

"You will obey me, do you understand?" He let her go, let her fall to the ground if she so wished. She could curl up into her little weak fucking ball. He stood before her, his voice commanding.

"Up."

 

[EdenNight]

Again, He came out of the shadows, as if He were one of them, not just moving thru them.

"Up"

Up? He was commanding her to stand, her hazed mind told her. But a small voice somewhere deep inside spit back, not to Him, not yet, only to herself.

"Fuck You" the words sounding so good to her, even if they were silent.

"When I tell you to do something, you will do it, understand me?"

She was grabbed, forced to her feet, the smack of His hand stinging, but moreso catching her off guard. It was the shock that made her yelp, not the stinging pain, That pain was nothing compared to the pain she had felt when He fed from her. She didn't want to feel that again. No, she didn't.

One thing, that smack forced the haze from her mind. Her eyes met His, crystal blue to midnight darkness, that evil flicker of fire within.

He had slapped her hard enough that she had bitten into her lip, a lacing of blood coming forth, sweet, warm, fresh, blood. Hand in her hair once more, holding her head steady, He leaning in to taste. The sensation was foul, evil, obscene, as His tongue slowly glides along her lip, tasting, savouring.

"You taste so wonderful,"

Hayli's hands pushed at His chest, trying to push Him back, trying to defend herself. The words were sickening to her.

"You will obey me, do you understand?"

He pushing her back, she falling to the floor. Hayli was still quite weak from her ordeal, but she made the conscious decision at that moment that she was NOT going to lay at His feet like a sniveling baby.

"Up"

Her head lifted, she staring up at Him. Her eyes boring into His, as if seeking His non-existant heart to tear it out of His chest. Her mane of black veiled her in shadow as she slowly lifted to her feet. She stepped back away from Him.

"What, what do You want from me. Why are You doing this?" She managed to keep her voice from quivering, from trembling. She stepped back again, until her own back was against the wall.

 

[poohlive]

One hand went to her, raising it against her bruised cheek. It caressed, softly, the flow of her ebony hair running down her body as it shook. Such a simple light touch, but the quake it sent out let him drink in everything from her.

"I want you," He said, stepping closer, between her and the wall. His hand went out to keep her there, not to hurt, but just guide her, as his cheek brushed up against her own.

"I want your submission. I own you now. You are my property. I will fuck you when I want, feed from you when I please, and turn you into my own personal slave. That is all I want."

His lips found hers, quivering. He pressed them against her. One soft light kiss trailing on her skin. The brush of her lips sweet fire in his belly. His hand trailed down her skin, past her belly, to the curve between her legs. He found it, touched it, his fingers soft, exploring.

 

[EdenNight]

His touch was cold, chilling, dead. But not nearly as much as His words.

"I want you,"

"I want your submission. I own you now. You are my property. I will fuck you when I want, feed from you when I please, and turn you into my own personal slave. That is all I want."

She wanted to speak, to protest, to tell Him to fuck off and die. But her words were silenced by His kiss. Lips pressing to her own, surprisingly soft, but still as ice cold as His touch, His words. She had never kissed Him before, when He was romancing her, stalking her, hunting her. She had kissed others, oh yes, she had kissed many. Many men wanted her hand in marriage. Many men had sought her. Perhaps that was what made Him so intriguing. He had been so different from all the others. Both in looks, demeanor, attitude, and now, now she knew why.

For a moment, all her sensations were locked into that kiss, aware only of His lips and her own, the softness, the moistened surface, lips parting, the teasing touch of His tongue, seeking her own. For a long, long, moment, that was all she felt. She did not feel her nakedness, her vunerability, or the slithering of His hand down, down along the sweet, supple curve of her body.

Not until the chill invaded her most intimate of places.

Hayli gasped, breaking the kiss, trying to pull away.

"No, NO, Don't" grabbing at His hand, wanting to still His stroking, His caressing, His touch. Her breath was sooo warm, quivering so close to His lips, lips moist from her own, still lightly tasting of her blood.

She tried to back away, to get away, her body going tense, pushing at Him, scratching with one hand, up, across His face, nearly taking His eye.

"No, NO, LEAVE ME ALONE"

 

[poohlive]

His strike hit her once more. Another blow across her cheek. It cut open the soft tender flesh. Blood running down to her lips, making them crimson. The softest of sighs escaped him when he saw that blood.

He grabbed her, pushing her against the wall, kissing her. His lips sharp and strong on hers, sucking away the blood as it fell down. The embrace both taking and giving, both hard and soft.

He bent away, letting his tongue lick the last of her wound. A single drop of his own blood dripped down his tongue, touching it. At once the flesh closed up, only a tendril of pain remained.

"It is mine to take," He whispered, as he sucked the lobe of her ear. A deep growl emerged from his throat, harsh and dirty as it vibrated off her skin.

His hand ran down her leg, taking it, pulling it up. Her sex opening as he pressed against it. She could feel him now, how hard he was. The only place on his body that was warm, it felt heated against her.

His clothing coming off, the cloak pooling down below him. Perfect, flawless body appeared. Those hard muscles holding her, keeping her pinned to the wall. His cock pointing right at her, hard, full, eager to take her.

"You will accept me..."

 

[EdenNight]

She had to keep control of her terror. Screaming, begging, thrashing would not help her. Altho Hayli's heart, wildly pounding in her chest, demanded that she do just that, scream, beg, thrash, fight, struggle. But her mind, wiser at the moment, knew that would not help her. That would never help her. There was no one to scream to, no one, except Him.

Her breath caught as she sought to gain some control, desperately.

"You will accept me..."

If she had been a wanton whore, perhaps accepting Him would have been easier, at least sexually. But that was not what He was asking. He would take her, she was sure, whether she begged Him to or begged Him not to. Hayli could feel the heat of Him, the only heat that seemed to flow off His cold body, the hardness, He pressed against her, strong, powerful, muscular, she trembling against Him, her breathing finally commencing, quivering.

No, His was commanding her submission, not her sex. Her sex was a given.

"You," she fought to keep her voice steady "You can take me, fuck me, rape me, but You can not force me to accept You, to submit to You"

She met His dark gaze with her own crystal eyes. Staring, trying to keep what strength she had, trying to not let the fear take over once more.

 

[poohlive]

"You don't think I can?" He paused, moving close to her. His cheek brushed against hers, those razor fangs playing along her neck once more. Already there, already feeling her knees weaken, her thighs quiver. Was it out of fear, or excitement?

"I can make you fear every moment you are here," He spoke, his fingers cold trailing down her body, slipping in between her thighs, pressing up against her heated insides. The core opening, stretching to fit him.

"Or you can enjoy it. You can find pleasure in my touch. If you give in, accept me... I will be nice, gentle even."

His rough touched turned soft, his nibbling of her neck, drawing blood turned into light hearted kisses, finding the most vulnerable spots. His hard invading finger inside of her lessened, playing with her outer lips now, flicking ever so slightly against her clit as it stood out. The soft touch, the gentle stroke... even his skin, the touch on her became warm, heated.

As if he had turned it off, making it cold on purpose. But not anymore, now he was warm, inviting. Now he could turn this all around for her.

"Would it be so bad, my love?" He teased, kissing her, tasting her sweet pale lips.

 

[EdenNight]

"You don't think I can?"

"I can make you fear every moment you are here,"


His whisper was so close to her, she could feel the chilling caress of His breath. The deadly glide of those razor sharp fangs. His touch, cold fingers, slipping inside her, she gasping with the chill that invaded her. Her body trembling, she trying to fade into the wall that held her prisoner against it, between it's solid surface and Him. Her nails raking that surface, punishing the wall for holding her, trapping her.

"Or you can enjoy it. You can find pleasure in my touch. If you give in, accept me... I will be nice, gentle even."

She felt a tear silently trail down her cheek. The chill inside her, where His finger penetrated, began to warm, His rough caress becoming much more gentle. His finger slipping free, dripping, coated, from her own lubrication. Matching the trail of that tear on her cheek, was a light lacing of blood from His fangs along the supple curve of her throat, not ripping into her flesh, altho easily He could have, the memory flooding her mind suddenly, making her whimper quietly, that light lacing from His soft nibbling, the caress of His tongue tasting her rising arousal, sweet in her blood.

Her body twitched as His finger found her sensative clit, flicking over it, caressing, manipulating. She tried to keep the moan that whispered inside her silent, but could not, the sound slipping past her pale lips. Her heart was pounding, a mingling of fear and desire rising inside her.

"Would it be so bad, my love?" He teased, kissing her, tasting her sweet pale lips.

She didn't want to kiss Him, but the press of His lips was warm, insistent, the snaking of His tongue claiming her own. His finger still moving within those soft folds of her sex, her body responding, a fresh dampness from deep inside dripping from her. She nearly crying out into His mouth as He played, teased her clit once more, those warm droplets wetting His fingers.

 

[poohlive]

His fingers pressed against her length, searching for every soft inch of flesh that would allow him such pleasure. He stopped every time she shivered, every twitch her body claimed.

He lay her down. The soft strength to move her towards the bed. Laying her on her back, him over her, nuzzling against her skin. Those warm lips seeking to claim every inch of her skin.

"It isn't so bad, is it? I can make it feel like this every time," His tongue teased her nipple, feeling it grow hard against his touch. Eyes up on her, seeking, searching. She seemed lost in such touches though, such harsh caresses around her body. She'd felt nothing like this before, and would feel nothing like this ever again. She had gotten lost in the moment.

"Say yes... say you are mine," One finger moved inside of her, soft and gentle unlike the first time. The fingers played along the insides, claiming her sex. Every touch precise and desireable, exactly where she needed to be touched, exactly how hard she needed it.

 

[Touch_Eternity]

 

[Touch_Eternity]