Beauty in the Darkness

Chapter XVII - The Sketch

I sat down on the couch, feeling Fallacy sit down very close to me. He said he just wanted to be by me as I did my usual stuff. So I decided to draw, indoors today, as I didn't want him to get burned in the garden.

"Actually, Fallacy," I piped up, a little nervous with him breathing down my neck and just watching me. "Maybe it's a better idea for me to draw you! That sounds fun, doesn't it?"

"O-oh! Okay!" Fallacy quickly agreed.

"Um, so you have to scoot back a little so I can draw you."

Fallacy nodded, scooting away. He sat there, awkwardly smiling at me.

I started to sketch a loose figure, scooting back a little. I sketched out his position, sitting with his legs closed, but turned to face me. His hands resting on his thighs. All the lines and circles and curves to find where to place everything.

I started to shape out his facial features. His sharp eyebrows, his broad nose, his hollow cheeks, his soft lips, his gentle eyes. I erased some of the base shading I put down, lightening up his eyes, careful with every little line that made up his iris. I was careful to include the two little scars he had on his bottom lip, from his fangs. I felt my face heat up as I stared at his mouth, feeling the temptation to kiss him creep in the back of my mind.

I quickly looked back down when I realized I was staring, moving on to something else. I started to shade his cheeks, adding the little flicks of stubble that found its way onto his handsome face. I doodled his blue makeup monochromatically.

"How's it going? Can I see it?" Fallacy asked, leaning toward to catch a peak of the drawing.

"Not yet." I giggled. "Sit back. It's not finished."

Fallacy sat back into his original pose, just staring at my face. I could feel my cheeks get hot.

"D-don't look at me like that." I raised my sketchbook up to cover my red cheeks.

"I'm sorry. You're just so handsome when you're drawing." Fallacy smiled, showing some of his teeth, just barely enough to make them look like regular teeth of a regular person. "I'll look down so I don't embarrass you."

With his head tilted slightly downwards, he only looked more elegant. He really was a beautiful man.

I started to draw his hair, slick back and wavy. He almost looked unreal, like he came straight out of one of my romance novels. But he was much to gentle to fit in any of them. He would never hold me down and take what he wants from me, even as I beg for it to stop whilst secretly enjoying it. Or would he?

I bit my lip, reminding myself that this was no time to think of such naughty things. I went down from his face and hair to his neck, shading and gently coloring it to match the shades of greys I'd used on his face. I laid out the loose outline of his outfit, giving myself clues for when I added details in the second sketch.

His frilly jabot, his vest, his puffed sleeves, his collared cape, it all. I started to layer on the pencil, darkening each piece into their base shade, to be lightened or darkened with lighting and shading.

"King Fallacy," an unfamiliar voice called out. "We have things to do, my king."

I looked, to see a little boy, around Fibi's age, with orange hair, pale skin, red eyes, and a little red locket. He stopped, looking me up and down, judging me.

Oh, if I hadn't had that done to me before.

"Of course." Fallacy stood up. "Encre, you've met Carlos, haven't you?"

I tilted my head, squinting at him, trying to see if I recognized him. "I think I've seen him talking to Fibi. They're awfully good friends!"

Carlos's pink cheeks turned red really fast. "I-I never talk to the maids! Let alone her!"

"Carlos is my apprentice. And don't mind him. He's just a loud boy," Fallacy said lovingly, as if he was his own child. "I'll see you later, mon cherí."

"W-wait!" I grabbed his arm. "You haven't even eaten yet!"

"Oh, you're right."

"He can eat afterwards! It's very important that we stay on schedule!" Carlos crossed his arms.

"But you can't start your day without eating something!" I exclaimed. "It just isn't good for you!"

"I'll feed afterwards, Encre." Fallacy smiled. "Vampires are a lot less... fragile than humans. I can skip one meal."

"Sir, at least eat something!" I pulled my shirt collar away from my neck. "Just a little. It won't hurt to be a few minutes late."

Fallacy drooled a little as he stared at my neck. He cleared his throat. "I'll be okay, mon chéri. Don't worry so much, you'll stress your hair grey at this rate,"

"Fallacy, please." I stared up at him. "Let's stop wasting time. Just feed a little."

He blushed and nodded. "Open your mouth."

I did as he instructed. He grabbed my shoulders, turning me away from Carlos, hiding me as he leaned in, biting my tongue gently. He sucked the blood, kissing me roughly in the process. I couldn't help but moan quietly as he fed.

Fallacy pulled away, licking his lips as he let go of me, letting me fall back on the couch. "I'll get a full meal once we're done."

I nodded, catching my breath. I watched him turn around and walk up to Carlos, the two of them starting to leave.

"That was so gross," Carlos complained.

"One day, you'll be with a feeder of your own. And you're gonna feed from them like that," Fallacy responded with a wise tone.

"Eww! Never ever!"

I giggled softly as I sat up. I felt my lips, remembering how his felt against them. I'd forgotten how it felt when he kissed me. He was always so rough and passionate, drinking up my blood and saliva as I helplessly stand there. It felt so good. I loved it when he was feeding from me. When he was completely dominant and I had no power to stop him.

I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling my racing heart, beating so fast just for him. I muttered to myself, "Tus êtes un pervers"