This Is What Happens When Love Meets Destruction_Chris Motionless (Discontinued)

The Sound Of Screaming Is Like Music To My Ears

"Hey you..."

I watch him stop and turn, quickly. The boy seems nervous. When he doesn't hear anything else, he keeps walking.

"Come here..."

He stops again and breathes heavily. Poor guy. I'm scaring him.

"Yeah you, come here..."

He panics when he can't seem to find me. I'm everywhere but nowhere at the same time.

"Who's there?!" He pants.

I giggle and jump in front of him, frightening the poor boy. He screams and falls back, holding himself up by his palms.

"What do you want?!" He asked, scared.

I crouched down and wiped the blood that covered my mouth, licking the rest off.

He gasped and looked up at me in pure horror.

"I want you." I said, grabbing his collar and yanking him up.

I did a little of my seducing by stepping all up in his personal space and tangling my fingers in his messy, long beautiful black hair.

Mmh, just how I like them. Pale, long black haired, and terrified.

"What's your name, young one?" I asked, brushing my blood red lips over his pink cheek.

He panted, heavily and heaved.

"L-Luke!" He replied.

"Well, Luke, let me ask you this," He nodded, quickly so I continued. "do you like sex?" His eyes widened and jaw dropped in shock.

"S-sex? Y-yeah, but why?!" He panicked once again.

I caressed his face and laughed, softly. "Follow me." I grabbed his shaking hand and dragged him all the way to a more secluded place.

My home.

I have no neighbors, nobody lives around this part of Scranton. I built this place for me and my victims.

No one can hear their blood curling screams and cries for help.

I pull Luke into my bedroom and push him down onto my bed.

He lets out a grunt as he fell back.

"Are you like...gonna rape me?" He asked, smirking a little.

"Something like that." I smirked back.

He has no idea what I have in store for him. So innocent, so young, so ignorant.

The weaker, the better.

I crawl my way over to him and growl, lowly. He bites his pierced lip and smirks.

"I could get use to this, baby." He said, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me down on him.

I leaned down to kiss his lips. He forced his tongue in there and it began fighting with mine.

I'm always the dominant one. No one takes control over me without getting hurt by trying.

He slides his hands up my shirt and unhooks my bra. I slip off my shirt and toss both it and the bra to the floor.

His shirt is next, I then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. He was now naked and I was in the process of taking off my panties.

He moaned as I began rubbing him, arousing him by the second.

"Fuck!" He groaned, gripping the bedsheets beneath his trembling body.

I positioned myself on top of him and let him go in. His hips bucked up and he went deeper. I rode him until I had him begging for more.

"Faster!" He moaned, moving me by my hips. I jumped on him and rubbed on his pale, tattooe abdomen. He then dug his fingers into my thighs.

"Yes! Like that!" He gasped, moving his hands up to each one of my breasts.

"You like that, sweety?" I asked, smirking.

He moaned and nodded. "More!" He begged and I had to obey.

I leaned down and began kissing his jaw line, leading to his neck. He looked up so I'd have easier access and I did.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and tilted his head to the side, kissing it, roughly.

He thrusts up and causes me to moan, loudly. He chuckles and does it again, hitting my spot just right. I move my hips on him, pleasing him more.

Once i have him begging for more, I sink my teeth into his pale flesh and drink every drop of blood that flows through his weak body. His fingers dig into my hips as he screams bloody murder. I give him one final feel of pleasure before I fully suck the life out of him.

Listening to his screams and cries made me smile.

I picked up his cold, hard, lifeless body in my arms and walked him out through the back doors. I dropped him into one of the graves I've dug for every boy I've murdered because of my thirst and sex drive. I throw piles of dirt in there then go back inside.

I love who I am, what I am and who I've become.

This is who I was destined to be.

Victoria Haunting