Victor's mysterious Fangs

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Victor

The way she kicked me out after I had just spoiled her was so like her. "You won't even let me explain princess," I said from outside the door. She became unresponsive so I left and went home, expecting her to get over it.

But she didn't. How could she shut me out like that? Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and Aria still refused to speak to me. Aria was so stubborn. She avoided me the entire winter.

Every evening I'd stand on my porch and watch her walk past my house as fast as she could avoiding eye contact with me to the best of her ability, or if it snowed, I watched every passing car trying to see if she made it home.

My craving for her was growing more intense by the day and I just wanted to, smell her, hear her heartbeat, be in her presence.

I even purchased her a stunning diamond necklace for her birthday and I planned on it giving it to her and apologize.

Apologize. The way she gets me to, the way she is changing me, makes me want a cold hard drink. I glanced at the time on my phone. I stood from the couch and went to my porch. I stalked over, taking in the environment as my heart pounded.

The few cars in the driveway and the blasting music told me she was having a birthday party. I knocked on the door, hoping she would accept my gift and my apology.

The door swung open after I knocked again.
"Okay, okay, coming!"

"What are you doing here?" Aria began. "Just go away."

"You don't want your gift?" I asked.
"No! I don't want anything from you. I don't want to see you," Aria said.

The words sent a whirl of turmoil in my heart.
"Let me apologize, princess," I pleaded.

"No it's fine. I forgive you. Just stay away," she slammed the door.

"Cut the music up louder," I heard Aria say from behind the door.

I ditched the present in my nightstand for my keys and buried my feelings in a stiff one at the bar.

"Keep 'em coming," I said to the bartender.
After a few rounds, he asked me "are you okay? Have you had enough? That's two bottles, sir."

"Make it three," I said.
"Sure," he kept pouring my shots.

A smooth voice interrupted me drowning my sorrows in the long-forgotten, bitter taste of the alcohol. My throat was numb and I think I was on my sixth bottle when my vision was beginning to cloud.

"Long night?" A sexy voice whispered into my ear.
I didn't answer and instead finished the last shot of my round. "I can make the night better baby." She whispered as she leaned in, spreading her hands over my body.

I didn't care. I wasn't thinking. This was probably what I needed. Then again, it probably wasn't.

"Why the hell not?" I said.
She smirked and pulled me by the hand. She led me somewhere, someplace in the building so secluded and dark. "They'll never hear us."

"Whatever, on your knees," I commanded.
"Oooh, yes. Whatever you say," she happily submitted and got down on her knees. She hurriedly unbuckled my pants, and my member sprang from my underwear, slapping her in the face. "Fuck," she said before her hot lips opened for me. 

After a few minutes, I finished in her mouth. I zipped my pants as she licked her lips.

"Thanks," I said as I lit a cigarette.
"That's it?" She asked.
"That's it. You can go now."
"But I thought we were going to have fun," she pouted.
"I never said that."
"Wait maybe I can convince you otherwise," she said as she pulled out a wad of cash from her bag. She threw it at me before I stormed out.

I felt disgusted with myself. Not because I just had a one-night stand, but because I used someone else to fill a void that was created by my own actions.

I stumbled out of the building, my vision still clouded, but my mind was slowly clearing. The clacks of heels and the tug at my shoulder. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you." She batted her eyelashes. My fierce rejection was nothing to her and she followed me home.

I didn't even know her name.

At some point throughout the winter, this became a lifestyle for me.

Seeing her, wanting to talk to her, and having her avoid me, just to finally put that energy into hard sex with some stranger I met from a bar.

I rarely saw Aria and the growing sensation in my bones was only overshadowed when I was drunk and horny, and the only thing I wanted was to be balls deep in a chick who I knew couldn't take my size in the cunt.

Well that was until I started seeing Camille every night. We would bump into each other at the bar every night and I would end up taking her home with me.She'd sneak off early in the morning, thinking she was quiet, and I appreciated the humorous gesture. She wanted nothing more than pleasure from me and I wanted nothing more than to stop to craving. It was the perfect arrangement.

The spring was rolling in and the only reason I hadn't succumbed to my ferocious apprentice for Aria was because of Camille and her generous feeding every night.

On a bright, spring morning, our adventurous affair had met its end when Gorja was found murdered. The entire neighborhood was shocked and after the police questioned everyone, the police were on active patrol throughout the nights. Our movements were restricted and I cursed at Camille for abandoning me. But deep down, I knew.

I groaned when the rumbles from my stomach sounded; I was hungry when night fell so I forced myself to go to sleep. The loud bangs on my porch and window awoke me from my slumber and I pushed the door open to find a inebriated, half-conscious Aria.