One-shots | by Momo

Blut

Y/n was walking down the street. It was a cold winter night and snow was falling on the city of Berlin.
She passed in front of shops, restaurants and pubs filled with people who wanted to warm up a little bit. Christmas trees and lights decorated the city, along with the Christmas markets. A perfect picture for a postcard.
Couples and families were there to try typical foods or to buy last-minute presents. Music filled the air, some kids were throwing snowballs at each other and laughing. It reminded her of those family Christmas films that she watched sometimes on the TV. It was a pleasant view.
Y/n, however, was tired and cold. Her plan was to arrive at home soon in order to enjoy a hot tea - or a hot chocolate - and relax in front of the TV.
Then she would've gone to sleep under her warm and cozy blankets, the perfect ending for a long and busy day at work.
Her gaze was fixed ahead of her, until a pair of blue eyes caught her attention. Something clicked in her brain. She had seen them before.
Time seemed to slow down while she was walking past the man with those eyes, which was coming from the opposite direction. He was staring back to her with a confused expression on his face, like her. Did he recognize her?
Y/n stopped and turned around to take a better look at the man. He was very tall and muscular. She could see his huge arms and his wide torso under his dark winter clothes. He could've lifted her with one arm easily. He was majestic. His hair was short, black and well combed. And those eyes...
She had seen him - he was famous, perhaps? - but at the same time, she had a feeling that she knew him personally. He stopped too.
- Guten Abend - he said, with a deep voice that made her bones shake. It was a baritone voice, and she had heard it before... But where? And when?
- Good evening - she replied, with an uncertain tone. She was still studying him, and he was doing the same with her. His eyes, though, were piercing hers, almost penetrating her soul and hypnotizing her.
- Y/n...? - the man asked.
The way he pronounced her name made her heart skip a beat. It was like listening to a song.
A memory flashed in her brain. She knew that man, they were friends in high school, he was one of her classmates, he was...
- Till? - y/n asked, surprised, blinking repeatedly. - Is that you?
The man's face lit up, his lips were slightly parted. He nodded and a small smile appeared on his face. - Yes, that's me.
Her eyes widened and she exclaimed: - Oh my goodness, Till! It's been so long! How are you?
She approached him to take a better look at him. Since he was taller than her, she had to look up to stare at his face. There were three piercings on his left eyebrow.
- I'm fine, thank you - he replied with a gentle voice. - What about you? I haven't seen you here in Berlin after high school, where have you been?
He took a step forward too, looking down at her. His gaze was analyzing her features, from her face to her hair and then down. He was studying her in an odd way, but y/n thought it was because they hadn't seen each other for more than ten years.
- Oh, I had to move to Italy for university. I studied in Florence for five years - she explained. Snowflakes were falling on both of them, her cheeks were red because of the freezing wind.
Till was staring at her without blinking, as if he was admiring every little detail of her face. He remained silent for a few seconds, until he said: - Florence, huh? I've heard that it's a wonderful city.
Y/n nodded, with a smile. - Yes, it is!
Another memory flashed in her head. She was sitting on her sofa, zapping, until she saw news about a German band called Rammstein. She recognized Till on the screen, that day. She couldn't believe that one of her classmates was the one and only Till Lindemann, lead singer of a metal group.
- And you became famous in the metal scene, didn't you? - she asked, raising her eyebrows in a playful way. - I saw you on the TV, you're Rammstein's singer.
A deep laugh came out of him. His voice was melodious, it allured a part of her. Till raised his hands and replied: - You got me, y/n.
He smiled, showing his white teeth. He always had a pair of slightly pointy canines that made him look like a vampire, even during their high school years. She used to say it countless times, and it made him blush and laugh every time.
- So, how does it feel to be worldwide famous? - she asked, genuinely curious.
He looked away for a couple of seconds, with a shy expression on his face. She felt her heart melting, since he used to be a shy and reserved boy at school as well.
- Come on, y/n, I'm not that famous - he replied, with a chuckle.
She smiled brightly. - You're just one of the most famous metal singers in the world, but you know what they say, "a good artist is humble about his work"...
They laughed together. For a moment, they looked like the two classmates they were in the past, sharing a nice conversation like two normal friends before a class.
Till took a deep breath and his eyes wandered on her face again, traveling down to her neck and then going back to her eyes. - May I ask where you're going?
- I'm going home - she replied, kindly.
- Would you like some company? I'm not busy at the moment.
- Are you sure?
His blue eyes seemed to glow under the streetlamps, his skin was as white as the snow covering the buildings and the streets around them. He nodded and replied: - I will gladly accompany you. I think we have many things to share about our lives.
- What a gentleman - she said, with a little laugh. - Follow me, then.
The old friends started walking towards y/n's home, which was in an apartment building. They were walking next to each other, sharing happy and funny memories from their past. They were enjoying each other's company after all those years of separation.
She looked at Till from time to time, and she noticed that he was walking gracefully, despite his huge appearance. His movements were almost feline, not human. His skin was peculiar too, it was as smooth and pale as marble, making him look like a living statue sculpted by Michelangelo. Plus, his footsteps were silent.
- What did you study in Florence? - he asked. His voice was so deep that it sent a shiver down her spine.
- I studied art - she replied, looking around and enjoying the view of Berlin covered with snow. - I graduated eight years ago.
- That's impressive, y/n. I remember that you were one of the smartest students in our class.
She giggled. - Oh, Till...
- I'm just telling the truth, Liebling - he laughed softly. - And what do you do for a living?
He sounded interested in her life.
- I'm in charge of the restoration of works of art.
- Is it a hard job?
- Yeah, a little bit - she giggled, moving her hands in her coat's pockets. - But I love bringing paintings and frescoes back to their original beauty, even if they take a lot of time and I come back home really tired.
- That's great, y/n.
The snowfall slowly stopped. The moon and the stars were visible now, the atmosphere was magical.
She turned to look at Till. His features were highlighted by the moonlight, making him look like a Greek god. Her cheeks blushed slightly. He was handsome, but something about him seemed different from the young adult from the high school years. He was more attractive, stronger... but not because he was a full-grown man now, it was something that she couldn't explain. He was different.
She decided to break the silence by asking him: - How is it going with Rammstein?
He looked down to her, with a little smile. - It's going pretty well, actually. We just released a new album and we're going on tour next summer.
- I'm happy to hear that!
- You should come to see one of our performances.
She smiled happily. - That would be a pleasure, I've heard that you always put on a show, with all of that fire.
He smirked and raised his eyebrows. - We like to stand out.
- Well, you manage to do that.
They started walking down a more isolated area, with less streetlamps. Everyone was at home. They looked like the only people existing in Berlin. Even if she wasn't looking directly at him, she could feel Till's eyes staring at her, taking in her appearance. For some reason, her heart started beating faster.
She turned her head again and her gaze met his. There was a sinister light in his blue eyes, even if his face was relaxed. She decided not to think too much about it and, instead, she smiled. She was too happy to have met him again.
He smiled too. - Do you live far from here, y/n?
- Not that much, we'll reach my apartment building in a few minutes.
- That's good, I don't want you to turn into an ice stalagmite.
His last comment made her laugh, her breath formed small white clouds. Till did a small laugh too, then he took a deep breath. The dim light danced on his face, creating beautiful shadows. In her eyes, he was more than human.
- Are you wearing any perfume, by chance? - he asked.
She shook her head. - No, I'm not. Why?
- You smell good, y/n.
The calmness in his voice made her shiver. It sounded like a genuine compliment but, at the same time, a feeling of danger sparked in her mind. Yet, his voice was like music to her ears. She would've listened to him for hours without interrupting him, and she would've gotten lost in his eyes forever, drowning in his blue irises.
She didn't realize that she was staring at him in silence, so she quickly shook her head and looked away to hide the embarrassment on her face. - Thank you - she murmured.
Till chuckled and replied: - You're welcome.
He took another deep breath. As they kept walking, the street became darker and darker, with less streetlamps illuminating the area. Y/n's heart started beating faster again, as a strange feeling creeped in her body. Something was off.
- My home is just a couple of minutes from here - she said, trying to sound calm. Her voice was shaking a little bit.
The singer seemed to notice it, because he asked, worried: - Are you okay?
- Yeah, it's just the cold.
- I bet that winter was warmer in Florence, am I wrong?
She giggled nervously. - You're right, it was.
Suddenly, he leaned closer to her ear to whisper: - You're not shaking because of the cold weather, y/n.
She stopped walking, puzzled by his statement. He sounded too confident, he knew he was right. The strange feeling became stronger. - What do you mean? - she asked, frowning her eyebrows.
Till stopped too, then he walked in front of her, blocking the way. Their bodies were just a few inches apart. He was towering her in all of his might, his dark clothes almost merging with the night.
He caressed her left cheek. His hand was big and cold, but he was touching her carefully, as if her skin were made of fragile porcelain. His eyes were glued to hers. She never looked away from him, charmed by his gaze and his soft touch.
His eyes wandered down to her neck, staring at it like a piece of art. He leaned his head down slowly. At first glance, it could've looked like an attempt to kiss her lips. The expression on his face, though, wasn't one of a man trying to flirt. It was a wolf looking at the lamb with a watery mouth and hungry eyes, ready to attack and devour it.
His nose was almost touching her exposed skin. She felt him inhaling deeply, then his breath hit her skin. His breath was freezing cold. She was paralyzed, she didn't know how to react.
- Till...? - y/n whispered.
His hand moved her hair behind her left ear and he started touching her neck, making pressure on the jugular area with his fingertips, causing her to shiver. Her heart was pounding like crazy. She was completely under his spell.
- Your heartbeat is like music to my ears. It's so fast and beautiful, like a butterfly's wings... - he said, with a little smile. - Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you.
If his intention was to reassure her, he partially did it. She was allured to his baritone voice, a part of her believed him, but the other was screaming that he wasn't telling the truth. She needed to run away before it was too late, it kept saying.
He was looking at her like a predator would've stared at his prey after a successful hunt. He pulled her towards a darker area of the isolated street. No one could've seen them.
It was too late, she already lost.
He inhaled deeply near her neck to smell her scent once more, then he leaned closer to her ear to murmur: - Dein Blut...
Quick like a snake, he bit into her neck, sinking his teeth deeply into her flesh. She gasped and her eyes opened wide. His teeth were like knives piercing into her skin, the pain was almost unbearable. Yet, she didn't scream.
Till wrapped his huge arms around her body, keeping her in place and pulling her close to him. His left hand was on the small of her back, while the other was on the back of her neck. His grip was strong, but he wasn't hurting her. Due to his dark clothes, it looked like the darkness itself was engulfing her.
Y/n could feel her blood dripping from her neck and leaving her body to sustain his. Some drops fell to the ground, like crimson rose petals on white and pure snow. The pain was quickly replaced by a calm sensation and she started feeling lighter. Her heart rate slowed down, her breathing was deeper. She didn't try to move him away or to free herself, his grasp was too strong and firm and she was too weak.
He was drinking in long and deep swallows, draining her life-force and absorbing it to make it his. She could sense his enjoyment. For him, her blood was delicious, as sweet as honey. His thirst was being quenched by the warm lifeblood that was running into her veins, keeping her alive.
After a few minutes, he pulled his mouth away from her neck. Her head was spinning and she had to blink a few times to focus on him. He was breathing deeply too, his lips were slightly parted and covered with her blood. Red drops were falling from his chin, staining his dark clothes.
His eyes met hers again. The sinister light was even stronger than before, it was a primal spark. He smiled, revealing his sharp canines. He was enjoying her physical state, she was so helpless in his arms, completely at his mercy. He gently caressed her cheek again.
He was a cat playing with the wounded mouse he wanted to eat.
Till wasn't an old and shy classmate of hers anymore. He wasn't the singer that used flamethrowers during his band's phenomenal concerts.
He was a beast, a blood-thirsty creature she believed only existed in horror books, movies and nightmares.
He bit on the same spot on her neck, sinking his fangs even deeper into her flesh. He was sucking her blood with greed, out of control. His strong arms were holding her up, since her legs had turned into jelly and couldn't make her stand anymore. He was squeezing her as if he didn't want to let her go, even if she was too weak to fight back.
Y/n started breathing even more slowly, her vision was blurred. She was feeling tired, she wanted to sleep so badly...
She closed her eyes and she lost consciousness.
The darkness welcomed her.