Temptation

Temptation 》Prologue

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NIGHTMARE

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He looked around him. He was surrounded by utter blackness until a figure appeared a few metres ahead. He trudged along, it was like he was floating on air, and made his way to what appeared to be a silhouette of a woman.

As he neared closer, he would most definitely describe the female as the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.

She had lovely bronze skin which glowed with life. Her body appeared slim in the black dress she was wearing. Even though there was no wind, her chestnut waves were hovering in the air. Her face was either expressionless or indescribable.

He shortened the distance between them, until he could feel the life radiating from her into him. Without further ado he brought his hand up to touch her jawline softly. At first she was surprised but soon softened to his touch. Then he begun to caress her features as she placed a warm, delicate hand over his large one. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she nuzzled into his palm.

His hand ventured away from her face to the smooth curve of her bare neck. His thumb trailed along her collarbone and she shivered underneath. He rested his hand there as he felt blood pumping through the veins beneath his palm.

He could feel the desire rising within him as he felt her heartbeat quicken. His canines sharpened to point which nestled into his bottom lip. His eyes glinted with a blood red as his other hand came to the other curve of her neck. He tipped her head back which made her hair cascade down her back.

Her breath hitched when his mouth came down onto the side of her neck. He placed a small kiss there. He let his tongue trail across her skin and opened his mouth wide. The incisors touched her neck but not yet had they pierced her luscious skin.

Suddenly, he smelt the hint of delicious blood. Her blood. The scent was a mixture of sweet nectar, cherry blossoms in the springtime, vanilla and the slight spice of hot chilli.

He closed his eyes and let his nose lead him to the place where her irresistible blood seeped. The tip of his nose touched something plump and moist. His eyes shot open to see her pearly white teeth puncturing her bottom lip causing crimson red blood to trickle down her chin.

He inhaled the rich scent, letting it overpower him as if drunk with the aroma. Unconsciously, the tip of his tongue flicked out, scooping a droplet of blood before it fell from her chin. Once the blood hit his tastes buds, they went wild with craving. He took her by her neck forcefully and she bumped into something.

But how could they bump into something when there was nothing to bump into?

He then realised they were standing in the middle of a graveyard, though he couldn't define which exact cemetery.

The air was cold and white mist cloaked the area. There were only the skeleton of the trees left and tombstones stood crooked in their rows. The female human was pinned down against a grey, cracked wall of a mausoleum.

She seemed to be high on lust since she didn't put up a fight. It's as if she was giving herself to him willingly.

He then begun to crave something else, something he could never have. Those plump, pink lips that were parted to show her perfectly straight teeth. His slender fingers brushed across those lips which breathed out heavily. He used all his strength to not just grab her by the shoulders and crush his lips onto hers.

Referring to Adam and Eve, forbidden fruit could be so tempting.

Her crystal blue eyes searched his and it was as if she could read his mind because she placed her soft hands onto his broad shoulders. She rotated them around so now he was against the hard wall. Her mouth opened and finally she spoke.

"Kiss me."

Her voice barely a whisper but he heard it as clearly as if she was saying it through a microphone. Her voice was smooth like caramel and laced with a tone of desperation and need but it also sounded like a demand.

Those two words unraveled him, unleashed the beast within.

He tipped her chin up and brushed a lock of brown hair aside. Just like a slow romantic movie, his lips travelled towards hers at a snail's pace-not wanting to frighten her away.

When their lips touched, it was like a nuclear explosion. It ignited every part of his body and made him feel almost human again. He didn't stop with one peck. Without taking his lips off from hers he deepened the kiss further. He loved the way she practically knew the way around his mouth. At that moment he felt whole. He felt like the black hole that had been in his heart ever since he Turned was completely filled. It was like nothing else mattered in the world.

Just him and her.

He sadly retreated from her lips but there was a faint but genuine smile across her golden complexion. Everything was perfect, everything was right.

That was until, her beautiful blue eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the dirt. His throat constricted when he saw her lifeless body on the ground. He bent down and touched her hand which was ice cold. The life and blood seemed to rush out of her as her body paled.

Emptiness filled him and his stomach went dry. He became extremely parched but only thirsty for the dead woman's blood in front of him. Though, his lips yearned for hers more than the taste of her scrumptious blood.

He felt more lifeless than before. He thought he had finally something to live for but now he was just a empty corpse yearning for someone he could never have. The clash of their lips together had killed her.

He had killed her.

Responsible for the death of the one he possibly loved. He had murdered many in his lifetime but not ever had he felt so guilty than at that time.

For one fleeting moment he had felt belonging and a connection to the Earth once again.

But, was that one short moment worth her life?

He shot up from his bed panting in heavy and short breaths. His midnight black sheets clung to his naked torso and his jet black hair pasted to his sweaty forehead. His amber eyes flicked around in uncertainty of where he was and what was happening. His slender fingers clenched the sheets into a bundle as he snarled viciously.

He just had a dream, or a nightmare.

The same nightmare he had been having for every night, every day, every week, every month for more than two hundred years ever since the curse was bestowed onto him.

And always after that dream made one lingering thought in his mind.

Thirsty.