posted May 08, 2014 06:04 PM
Aww. Poor Scorpio. I've always wanted a stalker bf who locks my heart in a dungeon and drinks my blood out of a straw! Stuff of my fantasies. Haha not!Fwiw, I have never read a vampire story. But! Here's some custom written vampire smut by me for y'all!
Sag_stellium punched him in the nuts. He swore loudly. His long arms reached out to grab her. She ran for the door in the dark. Her heartbeat shot to 180 bpm. "No," she thought, "I will not give in to the Lord of Darkness." The door was locked. She was trapped. She had to break it open. "Concentrate," she told herself. "Your life depends on it." She ran and hid behind next to the charcoal gray desk.
The silence was overwhelming. Was he knocked out? Did the god of nutjobs fall that easily? Why wasn't he moving? One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, she counted... 71,000 one thousand. She took a deep breath. This was it. It was finally safe now.
She stepped towards the door. Left foot, right foot, left foot. She could do this. Two more steps. There was the door. Trembling, her left arm reached for the pickpocket kit in her backpocket.
Freedom was close. Any moment now, she could use her talents to escape this dungeon of misery. A little more confidently, she grasped the doorknob.
One strong masculine hand closed over her mouth tightly to stop her from screaming like a malfunctioning squeaky toy, while the other grabbed her hands and put them up high against the door. No, no this was not right.
"Sweetheart," he said. "No one is allowed to live so happily. You really think I'd allow you to get away with it? " he laughed, full of evil. His fingers splayed out over her neck and tightened over her delicate throat. When he bit her neck, she felt herself get faint. "Is death close?" She wondered. "is this what they call a petite morte?" Then her mind blanked and darkness descended forever.
The end.