Vampires don't age.
Vampires don't sparkle.
Vampires are predators.
And a vampire's worst sin would be to fall for his prey.
(Ok, this is my 2nd fanfic. I tried to get together two things that I adore: Sebastian Stan & supernatural creatures. A lot...
(A/N: Warning. References to sex and anxiety episode).
Hope's P.O.V
My head hurts like hell and I can barely open my eyes. Suddenly, I don't recognize this place.
'Where am I?' I turn and my head and try not to make a sound. Sebastian is asleep.
'Oh God... What have I done?'.
I wrap myself with a sheet as I try to look for my clothes. They are scattered all over the floor. The place is huge. I sit down on a sofa, trying to remember what happened last night.
My body aches. I look at my wrists, they have small bruises. I concentrate. Then I remember: Sebastian grabbing me by my thigs and dropping me off in bed. He undressed me and I took off his clothes as well. He kissed me, roughly. He held my hands tightly above my head. By the pain I was feeling, I can tell there had been some spanking. I remember feeling him inside me. The moaning, the groaning. I remember scratching his back with my fingernails. By now, everything is becoming clearer.
I stand up and go to the kitchen. I pour a glass of water from a jar. It has strange taste, but I gulp it anyway as I turn around and look for the bathroom. When I find it, I see there is a large mirror in it. I unwrap myself and take a look at my reflection.
Some little bruises, probably due hardcore sex. 'What on Earth did I even do?'.
And then it hits me. I shake my head and close my eyes. This isn't possible. This isn't right. I'm probably still a bit drunk and I'm seeing things. I open my eyes and horror takes over me.
I have the mark of a bite in my collarbone. I run my fingers through it. It aches. 'God, this doesn't even look human!'. I look at the rest of my body, searching for similar marks and I find myself touching my wrist. Both wounds look exactly the same. I swallow slowly.
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I start to feel anxious. And by anxious I mean, I feel I'm choking. I can't breathe. None of this makes any sense. I breath as I count to 5. I repeat this several times until I can somehow cope with this situation. The bruises and spanking make sense after having sex. And I know some people are into getting bitten but why do both wounds look exactly the same?.
It aches. I look for a first aid kit. There's nothing.
'I need to get out of here'.
I open the bathroom door and look for my clothes as quick as I can. I put them on and tiptoe my way to the main door.
"Do you always leave like that?", I hear Sebastian's voice behind me. He's in his underwear, looking at me.
I try to pull myself together, even though I'm shaking as hell.
"I didn't want to wake you up and couldn't find anything to leave a note on", I lie.
"For a lawyer, you are a terrible liar", he says. His voice is quiet.
