Under the Moon - A SCANDAL Vampire Fanfiction.

Chapter 12

Hey guys sorry for taking eons to update this fanfiction... heres chapter 12 but beware there maybe some confronting material in this chapter so I advise you to stay clear if you're not confortable with sex or gore or darker themes.

Warning: Explicit sexual and violent material, reader's discretion advised.

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Chapter 12

"Are you ready honey?" A voice called from the bedroom.

"Coming."

"Don't keep me waiting James." The female voice giggled naughtily.

"I said I'm coming."

There heavy down the corridor towards the unlit bedroom.

In midst of the grainy darkness, he slowly took off his shirt. The dim moonlight highlighted features of his skinny build- the concaving of his ribs, the painted paleness.

The smell of her was irresistible. He could feel his urges rising uncontrollably; almost impossible to suppress. He pounced her, feeling down her lusciously smooth skin as he begun kissing her neck. His partner giggled; he knew he was starting it right.

He was surprised that was getting aroused but his partner didn't respond.

"Did you just come?"

He grumbled and continued messing around. She playfully responded.

"Does this feel good?" He asked lustfully mischievous manner, now tracing his tongue along the tender side of her neck.

She giggled in response and begun wrapping arms around his smooth back, smoothly inspecting the feel of his back, slowly she snaked down and slapped his ass. He gave an unsatisfying yelp.

"You're a wimp."

"Well let me show you the man I am."

His body collapsed and he dived in with his hands feeling around her tit. He felt down slowly hardened from his touch. She yelped as he groped them with his solid grip. She moved further down, slowly tracing her finger down the centre of chest, following the thin hair line to his belly. She wet her palm with her tongue and reached for his limp rod. He inhaled as her hands played around it, the sensation heightened from coldness of her hand. One tug final on his sacks sealed the deal. The 'feel good' sensation rushed through his body as penetrated into her. She groaned in satisfaction allowing him to ride her like a wave. The steamy action became uncomfortable under the thick winter sheets. Suddenly another urge appeared one that permeated his eyes with blue cruelty and controlled his brain with full sovereignty.

He grabbed her by neck; she inhaled sharply and attempted to scream. His inhuman grip crushed her windpipe. Adrenaline rushed through his body- this ecstasy, this high he had been anticipating for so long. He dragged the unconscious body out of his bedroom, down the corridor and stopped at his kitchen. He looked at the limp body, transfixed. "Her beauty is when she isn't a noisy bitch." He thought. The beast within was clawing through threatening to rip her to pieces before he could admire the beauty in faltering life. He ran his hand along the contours of her ample bosoms, allowing the dying warmth to filter into his own cold hands. He wanted more and delicately traced his finger down the centre of her body, dipping at the navel and continued into her secret garden. He inserted his fingers into her vaginal opening and felt around the moist walls of the vaginal tract.

His fingers glistened with the sticky clean vaginal discharge which he wiped on her thigh. The call for blood was too strong to ignore. He ran his tongue over his sharp canines and leaned in. He licked the spot on her neck that he preferred. He began sucking in attempts to satisfy his demanding desires. But like a fish is drawn to the bait, his teeth penetrated through and he begun sucking the luscious crimson liquid which he had acquired a liking for. The metallic taste rippled through his mouth and his after breath. The blood trickled down her neck, its scent sent invigorating tingles down his spine. He went in for more, sucking at the wound. James once believed the taste of blood would satisfy his craving but with each feast, it grew. In the pitch black darkness it was just him and the body. The veil of ecstasy and fantasy had worn off and reality had returned.