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Need You Tonight
A Michael Hutchence Fan Fiction
By Delilah Pachlhofer
(Sneak Peek - more to come)
He stood in the corner, surveying the evenings delights. The room was dimly lit and smoke filled. His form, almost undetectable in the shadows. His piercing brown eyes, able to cut through the gloom to reveal the vast array of warm flesh before him. The beating of hearts pounding a rhythm in his mind as the need for blood grew stronger within him. His gaze, dark and mysterious, but irresistible.
He sauntered out of the shadows toward the mass of writhing heat; mortal flesh beckoning him. A vampires senses are finely tuned to detect weakness, both in mind and body. Easy prey was before him. Usually he preferred a more challenging hunt. He enjoyed seducing his prey into wanting him. But tonight the need to feed far outweighed the need for sport; it had been too long since he had last fed. Night clubs are not the best places for sport hunting. They are more like the fast food restaurants of the vampire world; fast and cheap.
He stood at the bar and ordered a drink. Merely a prop in the trap he was about to set. He did rather enjoy wine,when he too was once mortal, but now it served no purpose other than show. His tall, slender frame leaned seductively on the bar rail as he pretended to drink his glass of red wine. His shoulders square and broad. His back tapering down to a slender waist and then down to a toned and tight backside that drove women wild. His dark brown eyes were hypnotic as they gleamed almost, otherworldly from behind long, brown, soft ringlets of curls that framed his face and cascaded to his shoulders. He was the perfect lure; irresistible to any human, male or female.
He could feel eyes upon him. He could feel wanting and lust as it approached him. The smell of desire filled his senses as a hand softly touched his back. Flesh calling out to him in need, it felt like tiny daggers ripping at him. He closed his eyes to restrain the urge to strike. 'Wait... Wait... Be patient' he told himself. As the hand slowly glided down his back, the warmth of it was almost too painful to bear. "Hello" a soft female voice came gently to his ear. Her sweet breath... He could feel it against his cheek. His trap was set and now it was time to reap the rewards.
Turning toward the warmth next to him he surveyed his catch. 'Not bad' he thought with a smile. "Well.. Hello there. Aren't you a bold one?" He replied in his strange accent which was slightly English and mostly Australian as the female proceeded to move her hand down to his backside. Inside, he laughed 'this is too easy' he thought; 'let's see just how easy she is'. Locking eyes with her, and without even a transfer of thought or suggestion to her mind on his part, he simply said "Wanna get outta here?" Her immediate reply was and excited and seductive "YES".
The two of them, hanging onto each other, exited the club onto the street outside. It was getting so easy for him now that he was slightly disappointed as he walked his tiny brunette 'meal in heels' to his nearby hotel. The cold night air and the busy Saturday night traffic were a perfect back drop to the scene and he was already looking forward to the things he would do to her before feasting on her blood. It was harder for him to contain his excitement than it was for him to find a willing victim.
The tiny brunette prattled on and on in excitement as they entered the hotel lobby. He pushed the elevator call button and stood motionless as she talked about meaningless things. Slightly bored by her conversation he tried to tune her out and focus on her body. It really was delicious looking. He supposed he looked very much like someone standing in line at the buffet counter, waiting to fill his plate. On the way up to the penthouse suite, the tiny brunette caught his complete attention when she threw herself on him in the elevator. It was all he could do to resist the urge to feed on her before they were in the seclusion of his room. In fact, now his need to feed was so strong he doubted she would last longer than a few steps in once the door was closed.
Exiting the elevator as they slowly walked to the door of the suite she asked "Whats your name anyway? Mine is Amanda" He thought a moment before replying and supposed there was no harm in telling her the truth. She would be dead soon after all. He smiled slyly from beneath his curls and said "Michael, my name is Michael Hutchence" as he opened the hotel room door. As he held the door open for her, like the gentleman that he was, she passed by him on her way in, seductively smiling as she went past him. When she passed before him he breathed in her scent and the wonderful aroma of her sweet flesh caused a reaction in him. He instantly felt the instruments of her destruction descend within his mouth; His fangs. For now they would remain hidden behind his soft full lips, only unsheathing then at just the right moment.
He was right about how long she would last. He closed the door and she had only gone 3 steps into the room when he could wait no longer. The beast within him was unleashed as he flashed instantly to her location faster than the human eye could detect. Grabbing her by the arms she held at her sides, he lifted her up so that her face was level with his. Unable to move, her arms pinned at her sides by his inhuman strength. Her mouth hung open as if she would scream but no sound came. It was too late. Her mind was already under his control. He could feel her fear as her heart began to race. 'Good' he thought to himself. The more scared they are the faster the life giving blood courses into me. He supposed he was being a bit cruel and he was angry at himself for going so long between feedings. He had really wanted to "play with his food" and enjoy the hunt, but he was far beyond that now. She was defenseless against him as she was completely disabled by his mind controlling power. He smiled revealing the weapons of her demise and a single tear rolled down her cheek. He gently brushed his lips across hers and softly caressed her cheek with his as he slowly moved his mouth to her neck. He paused there a moment relishing the feel of the blood just beneath her skin, as it coursed through her jugular. The rhythm of her heart beat droning in his head as he slowly and passionately let his fangs slip into her neck. The taste of warm metal filled his mouth as the sweet fluid warmed his cold, undead body. She would feel no pain as he was intoxicated by her life giving force. She went limp in his arms as she completely surrendered to him now. He cradled her, draining the last of her and releasing just as her heart beat it's last. He could feel the beast within him retreat, satisfied for the moment by life he had drained from Amanda. Holding her close, and looking down I into her lifeless glassy eyes, he almost felt pity for her. He reached up and closed her eyes with a gentle brush of his fingertips. Kissing her forehead he whispered "Thank you, beautiful girl." He exhaled in satisfaction, and he supposed that he felt a bit like one does after having an American Thanksgiving Meal. He felt a little lethargic and slightly sleepy.
He carried her, lifeless and limp body, as if it were a child, out in to the hall to dispose her body down the laundry chute. By the time anyone would find her, he would be long gone and since his figure was undetectable by video recording devices, no one would suspect who had done the deed. He watched her slide down and waited for the echo of the thump her body would make as it landed in the basket below before closing the chute door.
The night was still young and so he wondered what other tasteful delights awaited him beyond the hotel walls. He wasn't quite sure where to start so he paused on the sidewalk and let his senses guide him. There was something drawing him back to the night club. He was curious as the pull of it was very strong and it called to him on a level he had not experienced in this form before...
