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Masquerade Ball

Original story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/125880210?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=tuesdaydusk&wp_originator=biHpMpOrGUIUNUW%2Fri9kqXj%2FI2Yk8OVuACs8sHLhUsA%2FXbWXPGD0G9PR67%2BsR6ZTalYHLZWHVqB9WuysS%2FX18iSVPm8yiXjtqBRTT0okVDFYAokDa6%2Bkd5dUuxZWKUQb

Author's note:

Hello! Masquerade Ball is a story I originally wrote in 2017 when I was 11-12. Below you'll find my heavily rewritten edited version of this story - but with a vampiric twist. I suppose this is a way to show my writing improvements and you would be right, but I just thought I'd share how far I've come as a writer over the years. In this version I have changed a few names. Hangfire is now Astaroth, Mackenzie Ophelia. Lenore and Ophelia sounds tragically poetic doesn't it?

Characters: (of which I no longer use lmao)

Major:
Lenore
Astaroth

Minor:
Ophelia
"Mom" (Raven)
"Dad"
Janet

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trigger warnings: this story contains sexual content (my first time writing a sex scene be nice), violence, and graphic gory descriptions of murder

Chapter I

"If only you knew how much I love you, it's enough to kill me and by extension, you my lovely marigold." Astaroth whispered seductively. How I loved the way words formed on his lips, so full and sensual. It was everything I could ever want and so much more.

"Oh darling, just shut up and kiss me." I huffed moodily.

"With pleasure."

His kiss was full of such intense passion I could feel our tongues dancing. It radiated heat from every part of my body. Soon he began to kiss me on my neck and what could only be described as a sharp stinging sensation. It hurt like hell, but damn if it wasn't arousing. Astaroth, or whatever the hell his name really was, was a real passionate lover. As he did this, his long, slender fingers fiddled with the buttons on my blouse. My blouse fell to the ground in a heap. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath and he knew it. He began to kiss my neck rougher and rougher. I started to get a little breathless so he slowed down and came to a halt, blood trickling from his lips as he did so. He was so hot, even with blood covering his mouth.

His gun straddled his side, I could see the bulge of his leather jeans. God I'd be so fucked if it went off and accidently shot me in the face or something, but I wasn't exactly playing it safe dating a vampire contract killer was I? He reached for my breasts, stroking his long fingers over them. Fuck. I loved it when he did that. He had the perfect fingers for it. Astaroth is a musician. He plays the piano and the harp. His long, slender fingers, aside from pleasing me, are in excellent shape for plucking strings. He's a talented man. I caressed his hair as he touched my breasts. He has such lovely long and thick black hair. It has just a touch of silver in it. I love a man with long hair.

I unbuttoned his shirt, a frilly, ruffled pirate top we had gotten rummaging at yard sales. It was technically a women's shirt, but he looked good in it. He usually left the top laces undone so I could see the hair on his chest sticking out. He undid his belt and took off his snakeskin leather jeans while I removed everything else, but my stockings and heels. He romantically carried me onto the bed, setting me against a lavender embroidered pillow. We began to kiss again and I could feel my heart beating so rapidly in my chest. (unlike that of my lover's which didn't beat at all) His fingers, pale and elegant, went inside of me. He rubbed my clit so hard, I let out a soft moan. I could do this all night long.

His kisses trailed down to my stomach before reaching my thighs. Before I could let out another sound, I felt that sharp sting again. He had bitten my thigh, left a little "love bite" there. "You can do that anytime you like." I said affirmatively. I was his love slave. Anything he wanted I would do no questions asked.