This thing wont leave me alone

Lust

Annebeth took her first bite from the teen's long slender arms which held no muscle and looked like a noodle to be honest. She leaned closer and started her ritual, smelling the calmness of his body as if he wished her to take the bite and run him through with her mouth. She never understood why they weren't excited by the prospect of death. It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience and was truly magnificent. Wherever she smiled at these helpless humans she saw a change in them, as they became calm from their previous hour of constant sweating and sobbing and pleading. Well at least they weren't doing any of those things anymore she supposed.

She leaned closer and closer and closer till she could smell his body, she was attacked by the smell of the sea and a harsh scent as if this homeless teen hadn't washed in some time. She didn't mind though as her lips made contact with the arm and gave it a kiss, she sensed a sudden shudder from him as she bit down with her jaws. He stiffened at the bite in pain and then suddenly.

She stepped back and looked at him.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as the blood leapt into her mouth covering every inch of the red juicy sticky feeling of blood. She felt elated as the first drop reached her throat and entered into her body. She had tried drugs before as a young Vampire trying to deal with the way she had to drink blood rather than eat human food like apples and oranges. It was a rather hard time as she battled with emotion about killing people. This seemed as if she was back on her Cocaine addiction as if she couldn't live without this scrawny unassuming non-threatening boy.

The boy had his eyes closed waiting for the next bite which she knew would never come, he had a content smile spread wide on his face as if this was his purpose in life. She battled with emotion for thirty seconds when he finally opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his face streaked with fear once again as he looked at her face which no longer had her dazzling smile.

"Nothing," she said dreamily

"What are you? What is this place?" He once again asked fear and a hint of curiosity in his trembling voice.

"I'm a vampire." She said, "And this is my menagerie of monsters."

"Are you gonna finish me?" He asked with a glimmer of hope.

"No." She said, "I want you to be my husband!" She said rather dramatically as she crouched onto one knee and raised his hand to her lips. He cringed away from her as her lips sent a spasm of fear down his spine. He must've thought of her as a monster, no better than the one she had shown him. However, she stayed there kneeling with the feeling of ecstasy from his blood spewing from her. She put on her most fetching smile.

"You can't be serious?" He said.

She was rather taken aback by this comment as nobody had ever been able to resist her in the past. She usually killed them if they said no but with this boy... no she couldn't kill him. His blood was divine. As she looked at him new things started to sprout into her mind. The shape of his lips, the simple brown eyes, and the short brown hair. The smell of his unwashed skin suddenly became the most important thing in her life.

"I don't even know your name and you just tried to eat me, now you want to marry me after turning my world upside down by telling me vampires and monsters exist in this world?" He exclaimed rather dramatically which she swooned over. She gathered herself after her short flickering love-struck, heart attack.

"Where are my manners? My name is Annebeth!" She said beaming with pride.

"Do you mean Annabeth?" he asked.

"No Annebeth." she replied. "With an E, not an A and what may your name be my future king?" She asked.

"I wouldn't say King." My name is Leon.

"Aw, don't be too certain my love, you will be caught up in my body soon enough!"

"I highly doubt that." He said a little embarrassed.

"So you're not going to kill me?" He asked.

"How am I going to make you fall for me if you're dead?" She replied. He weighed the options and she came round behind him and cut the ropes that held him to what Annebeth thought was a rather cosy chair. She realized that he was eyeing the knife wondering what she planned to do with it if he tried to run.

"I won't hurt you." She said as calmly as she could. To take the point home she dropped the knife and kicked it to the left. She saw that he thought she could quickly and effortlessly pick up the knife within seconds and run him through.

She pointed at the door as if wanting him to run. Seconds later he was at the bloodied door and was screaming down the corridors to the entrance of Annebeth's Lair. Annebeth slowly walked to him in the same direction hoping with all hope that he would choose to stay, choose to be with her, and to love her as she loved him in mind, body and everything else as vampires didn't have a spirit. As he ran in panic she couldn't help but feel as if Leon had just jammed the knife she had kicked in the other room right between her heart.

How could he not share her love, how was he running? His sweet scent of the ocean lingered in the corridors as she breathed in every little bit of it. She was following him not to try to capture him (Even though she did not think of it as capturing!) but because she was suddenly worrying about all the creatures and monsters in her lair that would love to jump out and eat him. She knew the cages would hold them but either way she was still mourning every second without him and would kill herself if any harm came to him.

He ran and ran and ran as if his life depended on it. A number of monsters battered at their cage doors trying to get at him. Fear and panic plastered his face as he looked round and saw her still striding comfortably towards him. Leon was clearly in shock, from what she couldn't imagine, maybe it was the bloodthirsty monsters around them, or maybe... It was her. She looked down as if ashamed, Annebeth didn't wish to scare Leon, by all the gods she would protect him even if it meant she would die. However horrible the torture or the death or the punishment she would gladly take it to see him safe.

From both sides of the corridor were hundreds of metal and black doors leading to cages. Of bright white rooms which she knew that the monsters were very uncomfortable in. The entire stretch was crowded with the baring teeth and whispers and any other communication known to the vampire kind. Leon was still running, incredibly fast for a human. She stayed, as if escorting her new king to the palace doors as they suddenly swung open as he battered his way out of the building. He made a straight line towards where she had taken him which Annebeth assumed would be his cozy and perfect lodgings of his pier. She ran to the door to see him as he ran faster and faster and faster in the opposite direction to her.

"Don't be a stranger," she called after him with an intense blush on her face. Did this mean she had to wear makeup now? She would do anything for Leon. He was everything to her, and his blood! Damn, his blood was gorgeous and brilliant and something she would never defile again.

"Leon."

She thought. For such an amazing individual he had such a bland name. A beautifully bland name, she added as he heard his sweet screams of what she thought was nothing but joy with a scent of fear. Why would Leon fear her? Well, she guessed he did have a near-death experience just now which she guessed was kind of her fault. But that shouldn't have mattered, everyone needed a good life and death situation every now and again. Hell Pouique had them all the time. She did suppose he was a god of monsters and demons though. What a strange world.