Show Me That Which I Cannot See

Pt XIV: Vessel

"tell me you guessed my future and it mapped onto your fantasy, turn me into your mannequin and I'll turn you into my puppet queen."

I've come to find that there are two thrills that make me feel alive. In control. Every breath and movement fuels a sense of power that is unmatched. 

The thrill of walking on stage, encased in fog as I artfully take control of the crowds emotions while baring a window of my mind to them. When I laugh, they laugh. When I cry, they cry with me.  Control. Aching as they find common ground with my message. Give a piece of myself to them and they give me every piece of theirs in return. Each reaction I draw from them, each time they cheer, I feed on their energy and grow stronger. My followers. My success. Mine. 

But there is another thrill that excites me just as much as performing, or perhaps even more. I enjoy the mystery and the fear it brings out in others. Hunting. The skill of a predator in the embrace of darkness and the ability to let loose as my darker and carnal urges take over feeding into my obsession. Which is were I find myself after she left with IV. Hunting her. I don't want her away from me, not even for one second. I don't give a damn where I need to be, I'll find her. And I sure as hell will not leave this country without her, whether she wants it or not. My prize. My Angel. Mine. 

When they arrive at the restaurant I lurk in the corners waiting for her to catch site of me, wanting her to see me. Fuck if it doesn't make me hard when she inhales sharply and her wide eyes search for me, knowing it's her stalker. I can scent her fear and excitement from here and it makes me want to run and grab her and claim her as mine. Yes, little angel it's me again and you're in trouble. 

I despise the way IV grows closer to her and the way she trustingly confides in him. But she still searches for me, I watch her point at me as he tries to drag her away back to safety. You're damn right I'm dangerous and you better stop touching what's fucking mine.  

After some time circling the perimeter, I finally see IV walk out with a hand on Elaha's waist he makes eye contact with me when she's distracted talking to herself and he sets his things down and approaches me. Fuck him for leaving her alone like that. The second he's in my sight I grab him by the throat and slam him into the tree. Relishing at the sound of pain he makes. "What the fuck man, what's gotten into you." He says between breaths. "You're acting like an animal again, remember when that happened last time and where that took us?" Last time. Memories of flood back and my grip on IV loosens. Lipstick, chemtrails, red flags, pink nails..."This isn't about her." I growl back but IV pushes me off of him and grabs one of my hands. "Oh really? This bullshit that you're doing right now will only make her think you're a monster. She needs a friend and so do we." He points at a Elaha whose frowning at her phone. 

Yanking my hand out of his grip I snarl at him, "I'm the monster? Just because I do things differently and don't emotionally manipulate her like you doesn't mean I'm the monster." He shakes his head taken aback, "manipulate her?" He lets out a mirthless laugh, "just because I like her doesn't mean I'm manipulating her. Which by the way you can't do shit about it, I won't back down." I grab him by his hoodie and I'm about to land a punch when both of our phones start ringing. Our heads turn to Elaha whose comfortably leaning against IV's car and she's speaking to someone. 

I let IV go so he can pick up the phone and her soft voice filters in through the line as she speaks to my brothers talking about her stalker. I let out a smirk as IV rolls his eyes and tries to calm her down. Pulling out my own phone I accept the call, so she doesn't get suspicious. There are so many things I want to tell her but what ends up leaving my mouth only riles her up even more. I just want you to be safe, little angel. I look to IV and motion for him to end the call before she gets more suspicious and watch him take her back to the studio. 

**Later in the Evening**

I quickly shower and change from my costume as Vessel to a simple black hoodie and dark pants. Sick of the show I put up the entire day of acting uninterested as she ignored me, I eagerly awaited hunting her. She's alone at home, with no one to save her. I leave the apartment and drive to her home. 

I fight to keep my excitement at bay as I quietly approach the safety of her home. Through the lights in her home I see her walking around as she prepares a meal in the kitchen. I want to go inside and feel her warm flesh, but all good things come with patience. I groan and palm my hard-on. For now, watching will suffice.  I catch sight of her walking towards the window as she washes a plate in the sink and I realize it's the first time I'm seeing her without her scarf. Her dark hair hangs in loose curls framing her face.

Fuck, now I can't unsee her beauty. I want to wrap her hair around my fist and watch her fall to my knees. Her wide pretty eyes filled with tears as ram my cock into her and force her to choke on my cum. My cock grows uncomfortably in my pants and I groan as I reach down and squeeze myself  to the point of pain. Realizing I've grown distracted with my own lust I catch sight of her staring straight at me through the window.

The moment we make eye contact she opens her mouth in a mute scream and I smile. She knows she has nowhere to run as I lazily approach her . I motion for her to open the window and she shakily reaches forward and pulls it up slightly, letting the cool air rush into her home. "Are you going to run little angel?" I ask her casually. She shakes her head still frozen, "good girl, now go and open the door for me so I can come in." That seems to shake her from her shock and she instantly turns defensive. "No. Get out of my home." 

"Now now, that's not going to work, I asked you nicely go open the damn door or I'll open it myself and if I have to do it myself you won't like the outcome." She freezes up and starts to back away. "Are you going to hurt me?" I let out a small laugh as I walk towards the door, "not unless you beg me."

I hear the door unlock and I barge in before she can change her mind. She comes at me with a kitchen knife and I laugh as I twist it out of her hands and slam her against the door. "Are we really going to do this again, love?" "Who are you?" She hisses at me and I place my knee between her legs as I lean in closer breathing in the scent of her hair. "Tell me you met me in past lives, past life." She shifts against me, "what?" And I can't resist grinding against her, relishing in the way she tenses beneath me. I grab her slightly damp hair with one hand and bring it to my lips. "Fuck, you're intoxicating." and she lets out a whimper, trying to shift away from me but only succeeding in grinding harder against me. I lean in closer, my breath fanning her ears, "tell me you guessed my future and it mapped onto your fantasy, turn me into your mannequin and I'll turn you into my puppet queen."

And I feel her melt against me. That's it little angel, give me all you can give. 

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