Attli (1D fanfic)

Age Old Dreams

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"W-who are you?" I managed to choke out.

"Your worst nightmare" His deep voice whispered into my ear. I could feel a cool blade sliding against my neck. It shot shivers down my spine.

I knew he couldn't exactly kill me by just slitting my throat, but it scared me of how easily it could have killed me if I was still human. I could start to feel a slight pain in my neck and a warm liquid flow down my skin. I would yell out for my servant to get help but I was going to enjoy where this was going. A smile slowly played at my lips and a soft chuckle could be pin pointed from me.

"You know that you have to do more then that to kill me," I sneer. He couldn't possibly think he could. Or does he not want to kill me? My thoughts were quickly interrupted,

"Yes, I know this can't kill you but to answer your question, no I do not wish to kill you. This is only part for my entertainment and then I will bring you back to my employer," He snickered as his free hand slowly roamed down my side and clutched onto my hip.

Shit, he can read minds! I still have yet to perfect that craft. My plan of course can't be coordinated by generating it in my mind obviously so I just have to wait for the right time and just wing it. He's quick to suspect something, supposing that's the reason his grip on my left hip got bone crushingly tight.

"Don't try anything. I won't hesitate to end you here and now." He whispered in my ear as he slowly licked a stripe down from my ear lobe to my right collar bone. The feathers and rhinestones from his mask scratching against my skin.  The feeling made me want to rip this disgusting man's head off this second and add it to my collection.

No, I do not know this man. You see, i was having my annual coronation ball for the new vampires in my region. Someone let him in without my consent, which infuriates me with a burning passion. I thought nothing of it until I found out of his intentions or his actions. I was told that he requested me to a conversation in my study consisting of the fauna I have on my property. I thought nothing of these possible circumstances, so I forgot to have a servant at my call just outside the door. How foolish of me...

The grip on my hip loosened and roamed to the small of my back as he ran it up my along the ties of my gown. I could still feel his breath fan against my neck and chest, as i feel the top of the string unravel. I can easily see where this is going. His fingers fumble with the next few loops and he lets out a frustrated groan. He mumble an incoherent, 'Fuck' and he switches his arms.

Now he has the knife behind my back and is swiftly cutting at each loop. With his other arm tightly secured around my torso with my arms pressed against my sides. My breath is getting rigged as the last bit was severed and the top part of the corset literally popped of my chest. Proving the fact that my dress maid tied it a little to tight on her part.

My thoughts were interrupted when the skirt of my dress was lifted and ripped off my hips, leaving me in just my under garments. This will not end well for him... Because he just crossed the line.

"Feisty are we?" He whispered as he grazed the blade a crossed my lower stomach, below my navel, where the blade punctured my flesh. I could yet again feel the warmth of my blood slowly flow out of the laceration and down my creamy white skin.

"That's enough blood loss for one day..," I strangled out of my throat as a ripped his arms from around my torso. But yet being me, and considering how i had to wisp that plan out of the blue, I ended up with the knife buried deep in my side. Which should have sent a sharp feeling straight to my nerves.

This is one of the many feelings that i no longer feel.

Pain

Oddly, I wish I could still feel it.

The stranger just stands there stunned as i reach down to the hilt of the blade and slowly unsheith it from inside me. The wound was minor in my case,  Concentration is clear on my face, my arms are stiff, as i see the blood covered blade. I slowly let my grip loosen and let it clamber to the wood laden floor with a loud clang, but not enough to attract attention.

I slowly look up to see him slowly making his way toward me, trying to be as cautious as possible to be certain of his own safety. Not like it would matter. I could partially see the structure of his face due to that mask that everyone seems to wear lately. His face wasn't chiseled but it still had an attractive structure to it. Protruding cheek bones that lifted the the mask ever so slightly. He had darker colored skin, probably from being outdoors or he could be of a Hispanic race. He had piercing green eyes, a rare trait among many.

I will not forget his face.

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The rest of that dreadful day was just a blur.

All i remember is snippets of the time.

They re-play over and over.

These are,

My Age Old Dreams...

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Auburn here!

So this is one of my few fanfics that I'm writing at the moment... this chapter was supposed to be longer but I was unsure how I was taking it so I shortened it. :3

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