LOL someone dared me to make Manik a vampire. So here is my attempt. I don't usually like vampire stories. I did at one point but not so much now. Any way enjoy.
It's a little naughty.
TWO SHOT because a lot of you hate my one shots
BLOOD SLAVE
Summary: Manik grows bored of killing humans and decides to raise his own personal blood slave.
Devine.
Delicious.
Scrumptious.
She ran on. She tripped over some rocks, logs of wood and thick bushes. She bled. She bled for him.
Sweet.
Luscious.
Intoxicating.
She had left traces of her scent all over the forest. He walked slowly not even using his super speed.
"Nandani", he called out "I am coming for you"
It never made sense why she ran away so much.
He always came for her.
She stopped and waited. She was not an idiot. She knew I would eventually catch up to her. Running was useless a waste of energy. Honestly.
She simply sat there down on the dirt ground. Waiting for me to retrieve her.
Her heart thundering.
He took his time following her trail. Inhaling the intoxicating scent she had left for him.
"Nandani, you are hurt must you always run away from me like this?"
"Because you run away from me. I have only ever wanted you. It hurts too much to live this way. I don't think I can take this nothingness anymore."
She was right. He had given her nothing. He simply took from her again and again. He would continue to do so.
He had found her as a child. She had been with her neglectful mother. A mother who was more interested in money and doing anything she could to obtain that money. Her mother had been looking for a man to take care of her and her daughter or at the very least just her alone. Someone who would be willing to take her daughter would have been a welcomed unexpected bonus.
She found him. He took care of her permanently. She would have willingly sold her body to a man and allowed him to abuse her daughter. She had an addiction to expensive things. She would have been also willing to sell her young daughters body to get her next fix.
The smell of her blood even at just the tender age of twelve was beyond any description. So powerful. The mother's blood could have smelled just as good at one time but her evil nature and use of alcohol had soured it unbelievably. She had some disease she had contracted from selling her body as well. He could smell it off her. Besides all of that it still had a tenth of the sweetness.
She offered her daughter. For a fix. He took her daughter, and gave her a fix. A release. He released her soul from her body.
No longer would her addiction torment her, he gave her peace.
He took Nandani. The siren, the temptress.
He took her to the cabin, where his maker had given him life in the dense forest in a desolate town.
The place he had been reborn with this curse of immortality and bloodlust.
She had been beautiful as a child. After five years she had grown into a beautiful women. He knew one day if he lost control he could kill her but he continued preying on the minds of demented sick and twisted human creatures in hopes to keep her safe.
He would come to her with a full belly and take a sip of her blood. It was so exquisite like a rare expensive wine.
It hurt her every time. She cried.
She would moan, groan and writhe but it never stopped him. She was his.
He never took enough to kill her or damage her organs and still it never felt like it was enough.
If he ever satisfied himself she would be dead and no longer would there be any more sweet ambrosia.
She had after a time felt that she had loved him.
She was clearly delusional to him.
A clear case of Stockholm syndrome.
She was a late bloomer and at the age of fifteen started getting her first period.
It was a glorious time for the both of them.
He was able to feed without causing her pain. In fact she seemed for the first time greatly satisfied when he fed.
Her iron levels had been low for him to feed like he normally did. He took the blood freely as it expelled from her body. It had not been as fresh as it was from the vein but it was none the less satisfying.
He remembered the first time he fed from that spot.
She was huddled in a corner of the cabin as far from the door as possible.
She was covering her lady parts with as much clothing as possible. Without looking suspicious. She had been wearing every layer of underwear. He had ever bought for her. She had covered this up with a loose oversized skirt and blouse.
She didn't understand his keen sense of smell.
He could smell her blood from the time he had entered the grounds pathway to the cabin.
He could hear her heat beat thumping wildly against her chest. The blood he smelled almost smelt old. Like she had a scab over a cut.
Scabs were tasty. Crunchy little treats.
He had just come back from buying some food for his sweet delectable little Nandani.
"Manik, please!" She cried.
"Where are you bleeding Nandani? It won't hurt any more than it does. I won't have to bite you again if the blood is free flowing"
At the time he could not understand her hear. He picked her up and bent down to look at her legs. She often had cuts there. He lifted her skirts and laughed as underneath she was wearing a pair of his pants.
"Nandani why are you wearing my pants?" He asked.
He reached up under her skirts to unfasten the belt.
She tried to hold onto his hands from above her skirts.
"Manik...I...It's just...I did not cut myself"
He could smell her blood having her skirt up to her waist. His hunger pangs grew stronger because he knew he was close. Her face was bright red. She was blushing. She was embarrassed and for the love of god he could not understand why.
Without taking the pants down. He sniffed and found the heavenly scent was coming from between her legs. It was different from her normal smell. He found his nose pressed against this girls most intimate parts.
While his hands held her hips in place. There was a tinge of something vanilla there. He wanted a taste of this part of Nandani as well.
She whimpered.
He looked up and saw tears running down her cheeks to her chest.
He slowly withdrew his hands from her hips and smothered her skirts down over her hips.
He stood up and wiped the tears from her cheeks. He kissed her forehead to calm her down.
Now he understood what she had always feared.
He pulled away and started to pace, throughout the length of the room.
The fact that it was his blood that was pooling between her legs. His blood being wasted, soiling her undergarments. It was his. She was his. He may be a monster but he was not that kind of monster. He wanted her blood and would have it. He just had to find a way to have her give it to him freely.
He remembered his maker had once mentioned that females had indulged with the sins of the flesh with human males.
He had said they had been made to be seductors. They had been made to enrapture and stun with their beauty. Their bodies were made to be lusted after by humans who did not know any better.
His body was young only changed at the physical age of eighteen. But he still had all the tools at his disposal. An eighteen year old boy would need to attract a pretty fifteen year old girl.
He had never had a reason to use those vampiric tools.
He turned to her slowly. He looked her in the eye. He advanced on her each step was calculated. And deliberate. He wanted to seduce her and he would.
She would let him take from her body anywhere and anyway he wanted to.
She took a step back and was stuck in a corner of the room.
"Nandani" He whispered.
He took a step towards her. He was close and her breathing became shallow and speeding up. He smiled.
He took the last step toward her bringing his body flush against hers. He bent his head down toward her ear and slid one arm firmly around her waist. Bringing her body tightly against his own.
His other hand slid from her hip p her side brushing the side of her breast. She gasped at that. He chuckled at her reaction. His hand steadily rose drawing a soft line from her collar bone until her fragrant neck.
Just holding her in this position. Had started a hormonal rush through her system. He could smell the something vanilla from the scrumptious apex of her thighs. The smell of blood was coming stronger.
More blood was seeping and being wasted.
"Nandani" He whispered again nuzzling her ear.
He started sucking lightly on the skin beneath her earlobe.
She moaned and for the first time it was not in pain. He smiled.
"Nandani"
"Yes" She whimpered.
If he did not have sensitive hearing he might have not heard her answer that's how soft she replied.
"I know it hurts when I take your blood but if I took it this way it would not hurt. It would feel so good. You will wish I could take your blood this way always"
No gentlemen would ever do what he was about to do to her.
He had seen these depravities in the thoughts of men who loved their wives.
He did not love Nandani.
He slowly slid down her body. He let his hands linger holding her ribs. His thumbs rested on the curves of her breasts.
He looked at her. There was no tears. She was ashamed on wanting his touch. But she did want him to touch her.
He could tell in the way she arched her breasts out slightly. He breathing was coming quick in shallow gasps.
She was looking up at the ceiling avoiding his gaze.
He trailed his hand down her skirts and grabbed the hem tugging it up and opening the belt of his pants.
She never once tried to stop him like she had when he had come into the roonm.
He pulled every underwear off only finding blood on the last one. It was not as much as he thought just a few drops lining her feminine parts.
He used her hips to pull her closer to him and inhaled the heavenly scent.
She had a rag covering her most intimate part. He could have fainted the smell was so divine.
She whimpered again.
To be continued...
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