Title: Forever Waiting
Part 3
Author: Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Content: Violence, Vampirism
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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Blankly I spun around, my back facing the tall blond that stopped me. My mind was wild with fear, my blue eyes glazed fighting t see, desperately, blindly I ran forward, the desperation screaming though my body.
I ploughed head on into something, I thought it was a tree, yet trees don't clasp, holding onto you. I blinked wildly fighting to see what held me.
His eyes, crystal blue wide staring into me, as though searching my soul, trying to find something. Lips, full, red, passionate, I watched, staring intently as they drew in the same air I needed to live. Like the other man, he possessed long golden locks that cascaded down his back and chest. I felt his strong form grip my small body, his hand firm, powerful gripping my upper arms, yet he wasn't hurting me, it was as though he was fascinated with me.
I knew I was with him, I gazed upon his form, he was taller them me, golden hair lighting up his face, maybe he was an angel. Only until he began to speak did I appear back into my reality that was quickly turning into a fell. Once more I saw the fangs that dwelled in his mouth.
I lurched back in an overwhelming fear, escaping his grip yet falling prey to his brothers. He was taller, probably older, his grip more stronger, holding me, pulling me against his body, making sure I couldn't escape. With his grip me fate was sealed.
I parted my lips to scream, but his voice, the man holding me, it was so deep, mighty, astoundingly manly.
"Shhh child, we wont hurt you."
"Please...Please who are you?" I choked though tears.
"I'm Edge and this is my younger brother Christian."
The blond before me stood staring, our eyes locked, searching each other, his eyes filled with sorrow, regret, mine pleading with his, begging, screaming silently, desperately pleading for mercy.
I screamed, my pain escaping my blood drained lips. I left Edge brush my chestnut brown hair away from my pale neck. His lips, powerful, warmth, the warmth seeping though my skin. He kissed my neck tenderly, running his tongue along my shivering skin, sending it alive with a flurry of tiny bumps. The scream, surging from my mouth as he bit, plunged deep into my river of ever flowing red.
My eyes full of tears caught the pain of the brother Christian. His body tensing, his heart lurching into his throat, as my torched scream filled his strong body.
"Shhh, don't fret, you will be my brothers first prey. Just relax little one, it will all be over soon." This Edge spoke, his deep voice whispering into my ear, seeping into my soul.
I could not struggle, his grip to tight around my body, muscley arms wrapped around my chest, holding me unrelentingly. No use struggling, there was no hope of escaping now. Instead I focused my dying mind on the one thing before me.
His brother drank thirstily, drawing from me, little pain I felt, just an overpowering sinking feeling, as though I was fading from existence. His hair falling down my chest.
End Part 3