Dead Bite

Violent Delights

Hello my Mortals, 

Now here's a trigger warning for those not fond of dead things, gore and blood, this is your chance to look away and keep going on or stop reading from here on out. You have been warned. Carry on my lovelies and I hope you enjoy <3

XOXO

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Luna stepped out into the blazing air, the suffocating heat wrapping around her like a strong handed grip on her throat. 

This was a new type of heat. She had always been placed close to the city but the damp humid air was almost nauseating . The feeling of trying to breath in the term density itself.

"Woo, It's defiantly a hot one today in'nit?" Mr. Graves bellowed out. She didn't know how the man did it. Still dressed in almost the same black attire, his long thick curly strands of hair never wavering from his shoulders. She felt hotter just by looking at him, happy to be in the flowing gown she was adorn with. Still breaking a slight sweat, she pulled her raven locks into the highest form of strands on top of her head she could. 

"Alright children, Lets get a move on." Mr. Graves spoke as he made way towards the tree line. His figure fully disappearing only a few steps farther. Watching him, she was spooked by the feeling of something touching her hand. It wasn't until she looked over she had realized it was Elijah trying to place something in her limp palm.

"You're gonna want this princess. Just incase." His word making slightly worried as she realized the sheathed dagger he had placed in her palm. 

Fear and anxiety fled through her body, wondering just what they were getting into...

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Thick... Feverish...Delectable...

His lips lain static against the ever beating pulse, lazily nipping at the skin. Oh how he loved to tease.  He could almost taste the fear, licking over the bruised and damaged flesh. This is how he liked them. The fear always made them more enjoyable. Feeling them squirm under his touch as they begged for a mercy, but he was no merciful god that they prayed to. He was quite the opposite...

"Please, I promise I won't tell anyone... Please let me go.. You don't have to do this." The man hanging from the ropes tied high above screamed his pained plea, earning a cynical chuckle. Bringing his gloved hand up to the mans head, he yanked his head back with enough force that he could have snapped every vertebrae, but he knew better.  He pulled up harshly, hair breaking from the root causing blood to drip down his pained creased forehead, now even more disoriented the before...God was he a slave to the primal struggle.

"Oh darling, I know you won't and I promise you, Yes, I do." coming closer, lapping the drops of blood that trickled down the poor mans forehead, sending his veins a blaze with sheer hunger. Holding the mans head still even as he trashed, praying to his useless gods for a way out. There was never a way out from here...

Retracting his lips from the serrated enamel that pressed from his gums, an ache only time seemed to mask. There was nowhere to run. Sinking his serrated jaws deep in to the mans coraded, staining his own perfectly pale fleash. Seeping, the tantalizing shade of scarlet that enticed him day in and day, he devoured the poor soul in front of him. Ending his merciful cries like he's done so many times before. 

He was a monster...but you could never run from who you were meant to be.

A knock came from behind him, anger boiling as he had wished to not be disturbed at these particular moment. Taking his perfectly pearly white glove to his mouth, wiping away the ruminates of the poor bastard still strung up like a lamb to slaughter.