Pure Blood

Chapter 9 - Darkness Consumes

Chapter 9

Darkness Consumes

I continued to fruitlessly struggle against the skeletal creature, now unable to ignore the ache of my wrist or the intense dizziness that threatened to overcome me once more. Though I was uncertain of the cause of my light-headedness, I worried briefly if it was due to the seriousness of my wound that continued to seep away my precious blood or whether it was merely caused by the heat of the flames and the stress of being captured. But I decided the cause mattered not, all that mattered was that I did not allow the faintness to overwhelm me, to allow myself to be weakened any more than I already was.

For I knew I must continue to fight, though I was fully aware that I was fighting an opponent that was much too strong to overpower. Nevertheless I fought with as much determination as panic; thrashing and withering with all my strength, trying desperately to break free from the beast’s bony paws. Thoroughly annoyed I once again assessed the creature’s hollow features, this time feeling less afraid and finally finding my voice.

“LET GO OF ME” I shrieked defiantly, surprised at how high pitched yet clear my vocal plea sounded.

Peculiarly a smug voice carried down from above “You heard the girl,” I looked up towards the noise, my surprise instantly turning to shock at the sight of a smartly dressed figure hanging from the ornate chandelier by one hand.

I noticed the beast’s momentary distraction as it craned its neck up to the ceiling, also assessing the dangling figure with what appeared to be merely curiosity. I took its lapse of concentration as an opportunity to forcefully attempt to break free, yet again unsuccessfully; my failed attempt causing the beast to tighten its clutch and to once again throw its gaunt head back and roar with laughter.

The beast’s laughter was however short lived for the suited figure plunged from the chandelier, landing purposefully upon its spindly shoulders; before it even had the chance to react the tailored man placed his large hands either side of the creature’s bare skull and with one swift flick snapped the beasts neck with a loud crack. I watched the action in awe, cringing at the sickening sound of crunching bones, but almost instantaneously after the dreadful noise my wrist was released from its vice like pinchers and skeletal creature’s bones buckled underneath the man, landing in a heap beneath his now proud stance.

Wide eyed I gazed in astonishment as the figure lolled his head forward concealing his facial features behind a messy pitch black fringe, while sickly twisting the creature’s hollow skull in circular rotations over and over in his quick moving hands. He then suddenly began to twirl the skull on one single finger like a basketball with the air of confidence of a professional player. I watched in wonder, my eyes glued to the spinning skull that was soon absently launched to left and made to soar through the hall like a hideous windless bird. Though all thoughts of flying skulls were soon forgotten when I felt cold fingers stroke tenderly down my clammy cheeks and I came face to face with two dark midnight eyes framed by a gothic leather mask.

“I’ve always wanted to do that” he cooed cockily wearing a dangerous smirk that almost made his onyx eyes sparkle like fresh tarmac in the sun.

He cupped my face in one cold palm while glaring at his other hand, where my crimson blood was now painted along his finger; bringing my blood tinged finger slowly towards his soft sculptured lips, he slipped it into his moist mouth. A throaty groan escaped his lips as he gently sucked my finger dry, leaning his head back in pleasure as two deadly fangs ruptured from his gums extending into two perfectly sharp points.  The irony of my sudden fear of such a sight, considering the fact I’m a vampire myself wasn’t enough to prevent me from yanking away my finger and stepping back slowly.

Sadly my attempt at retreating was pointless because the dark eyed stranger struck quicker than a cobra, burying his fangs deeply into my neck. I had never thought it possible for a vampire to bite another vampire, yet the excruciating pain I felt when his fangs initially pierced my skin was proof just how wrong I was. Thankfully the pain of him greedily drinking my blood soon eased and was replaced by a blissful sensation of intoxicating dizziness which was too powerful to resist and the darkness I had been fighting all evening finally consumed me.

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