call me the end of your world
simon king
call me your genocide
A high pitched, feminine scream resonated in the night, clearly audible miles away, as the petite woman twisted and turned in the apparently weak, yet actually insanely strong grip of a tall, lean male. Her body glued to his as the male would slowly approach the woman's exposed neck, his lips softly caressing the female's smooth, silky skin. From afar, it would seem as if they were a couple which had gotten bored from the simple kissing and holding hands, and had decided to move onto some rather... inappropriate things in a rather public place, although not many people would consider going to a snowy, freezing mountain. And mostly not at this hours of the night. Nobody, except the dirty blond-haired male, who was intelligent enough to know nobody that was sane enough would set foot at a chilly mountain at midnight. The stupid female that had accompanied him because he had promised to her that he'd love her forever, that she was his one and only... as if.
Oh darling, oh you pretty, pretty thing~! I am so sorry I have to do this, but, you know, a Vampire has his needs. Simon King whispered softly in the woman's ear, nibbling on her ear with his naturally elongated canines. Jeanine, the woman that had accompanied him, sobbed, her entire small body shaking, for she was crying. She was a clever woman, so she possibly realized her end was near. Passing his canines through her soft skin, without piercing it or cutting her, Simon stopped as he felt the arteria at the neck of the woman, feeling the blood flow through it. Oh, the desire, the desire~ His hunger, his thirst increasing as he could almost see the scarlet liquid, his vampiric instinct pushing him, making him want to pierce the female's skin already, rip her apart and drink every drop of blood she had in her body.
But he was no animal.
The blood chilling scream ripped the night as Simon quickly introduced his fangs into the woman's neck, a faint blush spreading on his face as he felt the warm blood make contact with his lips, his already red eyes gaining an eerie, creepy glow. Soon enough, the female's grip, her resistance, slowly faded, until her arms fell to the sides lifelessly, soon followed by her body, which was left to fall on the ground, tainting the snow red with the little blood that was left in her. Sorry, sorry, baby~! Look at it this way: you just donated your blood to keep an Original Vampire alive~ You should be proud... If you weren't dead.
Putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans, Simon turned on his heels, leaving the body behind, only to head towards a massive building in front of him. The chilling wind pushed his sweater backwards, yet it did not bother Simon, despite the fact he only wore a simple T-shirt under his sweater. Vampires did not get affected by cold so easily. Advantages of being a son of the night. Whoever saw him walking through the snow, shrugging of the cold, would consider him a god, a hero. But it was just a very convenient natural resistance to this temperatures in particular. Shame he was weaker to heat, though.
Basilisk Fang.
Simon was reluctant. Very. Was he willing to join a human mage organisation? Yes. Curiosity was killing him, and what better way to understand humans than joining their ranks? But was this the right guild? Simon did not know. He was not sure how they'd react to him, to his attitude. And if they reacted poorly, would he have to pull his other persona out? Would he have to act like Abel would have? He did not want to act like Abel now. Not in front of the audience. But would he have to do it? If he would, he'd have to turn around and walk away.
Without putting much effort in it, the blonde man pushed open the doors, letting the chilly wind invade the Guildhall, making all laughter cease immediately, some members shivering. Oh, humans. They pretty much reside here, and yet they are so weak to cold.... Shaking his head, Simon smiled, putting up his best smile for the audience. An audience that would determine if he stayed or not, an audience that would mark one way or another one for the vampire, depending on its choice. Oh, how intriguing this all was~!
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. May I have the honor to speak to your leader?
@open || 817 words || ultraviolence
