Title: My Hunger
Part 4
Author: Sarah
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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I sat, bare skin pressed, pushing against my body, a feeling, so longed for. My legs one each side, of his naked waist, his strong arms, holding me, wrapped securely, even if I had wanted to, no escape, a grip, so firm, yet some way loving. I sat listening, hearing every movement of his body, that sent, finally, God finally I would taste it, feet it. I felt his every muscle, relaxed, at east, as though strangely he had experienced, left the experience before.
How different my body felt, his relaxed, restful, mine aching, tense, the fear rising, gripping at my throat.
Could I stop? I could not kill my angel, take from him until death took him, I couldn't let death take him from me. My angel, Christian, his voice speaking his name, engulfing me, filling me whole. I prayed, my mind begging to anyone, any power that would listen, praying I would not take him, pleading to help me stop.
We sat, I on him, together on the softness of the bed, I clothed, he in silk boxers. One trembling hand I grasped, brushing golden locks, removing them from their place of rest, upon a neck of perfect skin. The other hand so shaking, I gripped, tightly holding a shoulder of muscle.
My deep red lips kissing caressing the skin before me, as they touched, a gasp filling my body setting it on fire, escaping his lips. Slowly ever so slowly, I plunged, digging though skin of silk, until they reached, bursting into an ever flowing ocean of red.
The sent, calling me, whispering though my body, urging me here, finally answered. Finally ceasing it's plea. Liquid like silk flowed down, gliding down my throat, quenching my pain, soothing me.
Once more that voice, like electric fire, though fair stronger, more powerful splitting the night, piercing my ears with power.
"Sarah!"
I drank, drawing from his, feeling a liquid, liquid gold flowing though me. As if the devil heard my angel's cry, bursting though, a door of thick wood. His voice, words I knew instantly, flooding though me, I knew, I felt it, cutting at me, tearing my heart, ripping me away, taking my angel.
Falling hard, flying backwards, my body landing on the floor, startled shocked, my heart racing in the darkness, my eyes wide with fear, they started, piercing the night, staring at the vampire, his body standing before me.
"Christian....are you...."
Words cut short, his eyes falling, landing upon the creature on the floor, I that creature. No words needed, our minds speaking, sensing what the other wad. His eyes casting from the red gold that spilled down my Christian's skin, back to me, eyes widening in anger, as they saw the crimson droplets that lay on my lips.
"get out, leave before I kill you. Christian is my companion!"
His voice so manly, powerful, so much vampire, his yelling flooding the night of the room, stabbing at my throbbing heart.
Instantly, requiring no thinking I new, realizing why Christian had not flinched, not screamed, or tried to fight when he saw, viewed the daggers of my mouth. Teeth I used to pierce his flesh. This vampire standing before me, had already taken, drinking from my angel, making him a companion, for all eternity.
"Gangrel wait...no Sarah stay.." That voice still affecting me, shaking my soul, sending my body, into bumps, shivers flooding though me.