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I hadn’t known him that long. I wasn’t even sure if I should trust him. I didn’t have anybody right now though and I was too weak and vulnerable to continue on on my own. So I tagged along. I didn’t have a weapon of any sorts and I could only assume he did. He had an air about him… an air of independency and mystery. I admired the former. I didn’t want to depend on anyone; I didn’t want to tag along. I’d rather be out on my own, utterly alone, then to depend on someone. However, at the moment, I did. I was unfamiliar with a gun let alone able with one. Who knew what would happen to a lone woman on these undictated roads?



It was evening and I was cold. I eyed his trench coat with envy, but I didn’t dare ask for it. In fact, I hardly dared speak. I still didn’t know why he’d helped me and it was true that it was under quite suspicious circumstances that we had met.



In short, I didn’t trust him. He didn’t trust me either, but he knew I could do him no harm. Sadly, I couldn’t say the same.



He led me to a building in which I could hear laughter and shouting and people probably full on alcohol. He turned to me then, for perhaps the first time he turned to look at me. He didn’t seem surprised that I was still there despite the fact I’d made little noise as I’d followed him and he hadn’t checked to see if I had remained. He just waited for me to reach his side, then pushed the door open.



I was greatful for the warmth of the tavern, but it made me feel tired. I wished to sit down and rest but he merely continued on through the tavern, saying softly, “Stay close.” So I did, and rightfully so. Most of the people in the tavern were gruff, built people. The women, I noticed, were few and large. Not ugly, but not someone to mess with either. I, on the other hand, was much smaller. I wasn’t frail, but compared to the people in here, myself and my escort must have looked like china dolls. Not to say he was scrawny, in fact, he was quite muscular and broad, but in comparison to these men, and some of these women as well… he wasn’t so big.



Eyes swept over us, sinisterly toward me, then warily toward him. I shivered then, though from fear or relieve I’m not so sure. These people were wary of him so that meant I should too, but at least no one would approach me while I was with him.



My legs suddenly didn’t feel so tired and I followed him all the way across the dimly lit tavern to a door on the opposite side. He opened the door and held it open. I stopped and he motioned for me to go in. I did, but reluctantly. He came in next and closed the door. It was darker in here then it had been in the tavern, and colder.



“Stay here.” He said simply, before fading into the darkness. I obeyed. What else could I do? I sat down on the floor and pulled my knees to my chest and hugged myself in an attempt to warm myself.



After a while, I got bored. I began playing with several strands of auburn hair that had come free of my braid. I looked around the room again. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the lighting I had hoped to see more details. I couldn’t. There was still the dirt floor and dark wooden walls. And of course, there was that door that I had entered through. Coincidently, at that moment, it began to open. I flung my arms away from my legs and jumped to my feet. I would refrain from displaying any form of weakness as long as I could.



Waiting for the perpetrator of the opening door, I expected it to be him, however, as the door opened, the light of the tavern slipped into the room, biting at the shadows and revealing one of the large men in the doorway. His eyes landed almost instantly on me, then flitted around the room. I felt myself become nervous. Without my escort, would this man hurt me?



“Where’s Savir?” He asked me, his voice as gruff as his appearance.



“Who’s asking?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from wavering. I just had to make it sound like I knew what I was doing… at least, that’s the best I could think of.



“Don’t be smart with me girlie, just answer the question.” He barked, taking a step in the room. I figured then I should abandone the sherade. Obviously that hadn’t worked. Idiotic of me to think I might intimidate him.



I sighed. “I don’t know.”



“Liar! Where is he?”



“He went that way.” I replied, pointing into the shadows. Afterall, he’d never told me to remain silent.



The man was silent as he stared where I had pointed. His eyes then returned to me and his lips curved up. I felt my body tense.



“It’s cold in here and you have very little protection against it, won’t you come back into the tavern and warm up?”



“I don’t mind the cold.” I lied, not showing any signs of moving from my place. The man, however, stepped further into the room then. “Would you prefer me to warm you then?”



“I’m not cold.” I said, quickly and firmly. I was scared though.



“What’s you’re name dear?” He asked me as he approached.



“Aura.” I replied, taking a step back.



“Aura huh? Pretty.” He said, and reached a hand out and put it on my shoulder. He gripped tighter then I would have liked.



“You know, it is kind of cold.” I said suddenly, ducking under his arm. “I should find Savir.”



“You don’t want to go back there.” The man barked suddenly. “Unless you want to get killed.”



I stopped. I didn’t feel like being killed… or raped.



“Anyway, I said I’d warm you up.” The man said, making his way toward the door. I knew that he was going to shut it, shut it so no one would see what was going on.



Luckily, with size didn’t come speed. I beat him to the door and slipped out as he was shutting it. I didn’t bother to look back, just continued on into the warm tavern and felt my fingers tingle as feeling slowly began to return to them.



As I was halfway across the tavern, I suddenly wondered which would have been worse… remaining in that room with him, or this? There was a man walking toward me, a look in his eyes I didn’t enjoy. Looking back toward the other door, I saw the previous one, an expression of annoyance on his face.



Whirling on my heel, I turned to face the bar and I sat down on a stool. “A mug of beer please.” I said to the bartender. He looked me over.



“Got money?”



I stuck a hand into my pocket searching for what he’d requested. Before I could though, a coin landed on the bar before me. “I got it Iren.”



The bar tender snorted and sulked off to get me my drink. I looked over to see the man that had been approaching me.



“So, you with Savir?”



“He brought me here.” I replied vaguely.



“What’s he doing here anyway?”



I shrugged. I didn’t like this. Where was he anyway? I didn’t want to be alone out here, with this guy talking to me. I discretely glanced in the direction of my previous persuer; I couldn’t find him though.



“Thanks by the way.” I said, turning back to the man. I figured being polite would get me better places then rudeness would.



The man nodded his head. “Anything for a beautiful woman like yourself.”



That made me uncomfortable and I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded slightly. Iren returned with my drink and I gulped it greedily. As I set the mug back down I realized that hadn’t been a smart thing to do. I was a lightweight and that was hard liquer. I decided not to drink anymore.



“You staying over night?” The man next to me asked after a prolonged silence.



“I don’t know.” I replied honestly.



“You should, this tavern has some good rooms upstairs.”



“It really depends upon-“



“Here, why don’t I show you.” He offered, getting to his feet.



“That’s really okay.” I replied quickly, feeling nervous again.



“Come, I bought you a drink, you can at least come see the rooms. I helped design them.”



“I should really wait for Savir-“



“He won’t mind. It won’t take long.”



“Yeah, the rooms upstairs are nice and cozy.” The new voice made me jump. It was my previous persuer. My heart really started pounding then.



“No, I-“



He grabbed my arm and pulled me up off my stool. “The guy bought you a drink, be polite.”



“No!” I yelled. Some of the laughing in the room stopped suddenly.



“I don’t want to go with you.” I said, firmly and loudly, hoping that, having so many people’s attention, would discourage them from continuing.



Several of the onlookers laughed and shook their heads, amused, before continuing what they were doing. They didn’t care. I bit my lip and tried to wrench my arm from the man’s grasp but it was no use. He pulled from somewhere a pistol. “Refuse us again.”



I stopped struggling at once. I was so worried; I didn’t notice the silence. It was only there for a breif moment, then I heard a gunshot. I jumped, terrified, then realized the man grasping my arm had released his grip and had fallen down beside me. My eyes shot in the direction he must have been attacked from and saw Savir.



The man who had bought me the drink stepped aside, seeing Savir’s gaze on him. The others stared. The bartender, Iren, was glaring at Savir.



“That’s the sixth customer of mine you’ve killed Savir.” He growled.



Savir fished out a handful of gold coins from his pocket and threw it on the counter. Without looking toward Iren, he stalked toward me, clearly angry.



“Next time money’s not going to do the trick!” Iren called after him angrily. Savir seemed not to have heard, he just walked up to me and grabbed me by my upper arm in a painfully tight hold. He then urged me forward and I followed him awkwardly. It was difficult to walk right because of the grip he had on my arm and seemed unwilling to release. He seemed to think I wouldn’t have followed him, but there was no way I would have returned to that crowd without him.



He led me up stairs and down a hall. We were silent the whole way there, but I didn’t like the way this was going. My arm was hurting and there was still nothing to say that he wouldn’t hurt me.



“Savir?” I questioned quietly, but as I whispered his name, he came upon a door. He opened it and literraly threw me into the room. I stumbled and hit a wall. “Hey! What the-“ I was forced to stop as his hand clamped suddenly around my neck and held me against the wall. Instinctively, my hands reached up and wrapped around his wrists. I felt muscles in my body tighten and an unwanted rush of excitement rush through my body. I ignored this and luckily I could still breathe, but barely.



“What… the hell… are you doing?” I managed to choke out. Afterall, this wasn’t my fault, what had happened. “Savir?!” I demanded, just barely able to raise my voice. He wasn’t answering me, his hand just tightened and my air was kept from me. I struggled against his hold now but it was pointless. Desperate, I kicked out at him. I couldn’t really see where I was kicking, but I’d hoped to get his knee, however, I hit nothing. He’d moved, but I couldn’t see in which way. I could hardly look down.



As I prepared to kick at him again, he moved in closer, pressing his body against mine and restricting any movement. The arm he had extended to grasp my neck had bent at the elbow and his forarm was pressed against my left arm, pinning it to my chest.



I clenched my eyes shut as contradicting thoughts rushed through my head. The heat and pressure of his body against mine was seductive and exciting, and even the thought that beneath him I was vulnerable and that he had claimed his dominancy, but at the same time, I didn’t know him and I didn’t want to be here. I even enjoyed the hand clamped around my neck, the pressure and intensity of it, the feeling of helplessness as I failed even to do the simpliest of things… take in air. I was unaware of his intentions though and that I didn’t like. And even if his intentions were in response to the reaction of my body, I didn’t want that. I still didn’t know him and this…



I opened my eyes and removed my right hand from his wrist. I could still move that. As my lips gasped and gaped, trying to take in air, my hand shot out at his face, digging my nails into it and trying to push him away. Finally an expression broke his stoic face. His lips curled up slightly as my fingers dug into his flesh. He didn’t respond to my scratching otherwise though, despite the fact he had a free hand yet.



By now, my body was tingling, my skin hot, and my face no doubt blue. My hand dropped to my side and I bit my lip hard. My eyes flitted helplessly across the room. I was going to pass out soon and who knew what he planned to do with me. I didn’t even know why he’d done this in the first place.



Looking up, I met his eyes. They were dark, and I could see in them a joy… a sadistic joy. He was enjoying watching me struggle, in watching me fade away and become weak, and most of all, in watching me have to submit. A flood of heat raked my body as I suddenly realized that I found joy in his… that all this, in a very twisted way, had become very sexual to me. I clenched my eyes shut as I heard him chuckle. Could he read my thoughts?



That was my last thought, too, as darkness pressed in on me and it became too much for my body. I went limp, and the room went dark.





© Copyright 2005 Sadistic Love

I stood there unmoving. Rain was beating down on me in a frenzy. I felt it, felt it hit my dead skin with all the fires of hell. I don't mean the drops were hot, I mean I felt it hit my skin with such intensity that it was... amazing. I had never felt, never. At least, that's how it seemed. I certainly hadn't been ready for the change and I wasn't certain I wanted it. Part of me hated it, hated it so passionatly I was ready to stand there, outside, in the rain, till dawn. What a disaster that would be.



And yet, still, I loved it. A blindfold had been taken off of me and I could truly see. My ears had been plugged to the point of being deaf but now... now I could make out the individual splashes of the rain drops hitting the streat at will. I could feel too. The sensations. incredable! Breathtaking really. No man has ever truly felt.



Why though? Some cruel act of fate? Probably. maybe. I'm not sure.



I heard a cough then, from the ally behind me. I had known the figure was there, I had heard her heart beating rythmatically in her chest.



Ever heard of sirens? Those creatures who lure men to them with their voices? Their song? They lure men with their sweet, alluring song, with their harmony. It was the same then. That heart, that beat, that was the siren's song played by a human. That woman called out to me with her heart.



I had followed her, stalked her, smelt her. Blood is all too prominent a scent to me... for creatures like me. I hadn't seen her, hadn't needed to. I had stalked her, followed her here between these two buildings. She had lain down to sleep, while I stood on the sidewalk fighting with myself weather I should take her or not. I had then been lost in my thinking when her cough had awoken me.



I approached, my body moving with inhuman grace. That was me anyway; inhuman.



I bent down beside her and touched the hood conceling her face. It was warm, warm as human flesh was, warm with a warmth that would never again come from me.



I slid the hood back revealing a dirtied face. She was a homeless so she'd be glad of the release. wouldn't she?



I pushed the coat down a bit, trying to get at her neck. She shivered from the cold. She was probably ill from being out.



Slowly I lowered my face toward her neck. Her eyes fluttered open then and she jumped. I took immediate hold of her wrist. I wasn't about to let her go now.



She let out a shriek, a bone ratteling shriek. She tried to pull away, twisted her body away, squrimed, but failed.



Slowly I got to my feet, my lips twisted into a sadistic smirk. I enjoyed it. Sick, but I enjoyed her writhing, her fear that I could almost feel.



"Stop, there is no point." I said, despite this. Although I enjoyed it, it scared me.



She was crying now, silently. I could almost hear her thoughts: 'Oh god, oh god, please let him do anything to me, please don't let him hurt me. Oh, for mercy let go!'



Ignored. I had made my decision. I reached out and grasped her other wrist. She was muttering now as she cried. She could sense the danger.



"God, please." She was muttering as I pulled her against me, as I looked at her, my attention on her neck.



So loud, in my ears, her song, her rythem, it was pulsing through me. I lowered my face toward her and her body shook. This time not only from the cold, but from the fear.



"No, let me go." She whimpered quietly... quietly to human ears.



I let her look at me, see my face, and then I smiled warmly. She seemed puzzled yet still frightened.



It was odd, seeing how weak and fragile a human was; what I had been.



I gave in then, I lowered my lips to that pulsing artery in her neck. She gasped and tried to jerk away. Pitiful mortal.



I didn't think this though. I was too consumed in that smell. Nothing else existed and as my lips carressed her neck. I paid little attention to the arms holding my prey to me. They were tightening. The girl cried out in pain and my teeth wripped into, and through, that portective layer of skin. She gasped again and froze. She couldn't believe this man had just bit her.



The taste... that liquid... oh, it was heaven. Pulling that woman's life into myself. I felt her life drain out of her, flow, flow into me. I felt her in my arms, crumple, go limp. She whimpered but I wouldn't let go. I couldn't, it was more addictive then any drug, any... anything. It was that galleon of water after trudging through a desert for days without anything.



Then I felt it, I felt it begin to leave her, her life. I knew I had to pull back then. When I did she fell but I caught her. She was limp, suddenly lifeless. Her eyes, still open and portraying fright, were blank. Something about the death, the inhumanness of a human, was attractive. It was sickening, but as a vampire, I loved it.



I dropped her, stepped away. I saw the blood on her neck. beautiful. I ignored this though and made my way home. Afterall, who would noticed the absence, of a homeless.



© Copyright 2004 Sadistic Love