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It starts with a paper cut. A bright spark of pain where finger meets knuckle. Small enough for her to forget about, curse under her breath and move on. You, however, can't forget. Shallow cuts bleed and they bleed and they 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥.
Something about first kills and sated hunger drifts into your mind, quickly clouded by carnal desire. Wouldn't it feel so good to give in? To sink your aching fangs into her pulsing veins and drink and drink and drink until there was nothing left but the stains on your lips? You screw your eyes closed, take a shuddering breath and lick your lips.
Nothing helps. The Image of her whimpering under your grip as you drain her dry is seared behind the black of your eyelids. She makes you dangerous. She makes you weak. A paper cut on supple flesh, the simplest thing - yet here you are, at the mercy of violent lust. She doesn't even know your name. You want the word to form on her lips, tumble out of her mouth with a moan as you tease around her vein with your tongue. 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦, she'll scream as you hungrily pierce her skin. God, you've never felt want so intense.
You flee the room before your drive yourself to ruin.
A bathroom down the hallway serves as salvation. Your fangs fight their way out of your gums as you grip the sink so hard your knuckles turn white.
"Fuck", you gasp.
The sight of your fangs and the feeling of them pressing up against your lip doesn't help. You want them inside her throat, ripping her rich black skin. You want her warm blood to flood your mouth, you want to drown in it.
You crave release, and find friction in the base of the sink. With every frenzied thrust you see her. Your hands curled tightly around her throat, her eyes blazing with pure pleasure. She wants it too. She needs you inside of her, your bodies indistinguishable from one another. You whisper 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘦 as you fall to your knees and soak in her trembling body. Her thighs twitch as your fangs unfurl, ready to relish the richness of her femoral artery. Licking up her thigh you hold her tight against the wall and finally sink -
The door opens.
"Shit", tumbles out of your mouth, shortly followed by a shocked, "𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘦?"
"Sorry, you seemed upset when you literally sprinted out of the classroom. I thought I'd come and check up on you. You're Juliette from English right?"
All you can do is nod and pretend as if you hadn't just been getting off to the thought of her blood trickling down your throat.
"Wait, are those fangs?" She says, more awe than fear in her voice.
You gulp and say nothing for fear of betraying of your desires.
"I knew it!" She starts pacing out of excitement, something you'd never thought you would see.
"I 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 you were a vampire. You're a legacy right? I thought there was something special about you, that I was drawn to you for a reason."
"W-What?" You stumble out.
Slowly walking toward you Calliope continues, her voice sultry. "I've had my eye on you since I landed here. I love the thrill of claiming someone I shouldn't. Just the thought of you... makes me wet."
A dangerous warmth washes over you, your mouth dry and agape, breath spilling out uneven. Your tongue races over your fangs.
"A vampire and a hunter. Doesn't the idea drive you insane? Imagine how good it would feel," she pauses an inch from you, mouth hovering over your ear, "to break the rules".
And then, just like that, it all becomes too much.
You grab her by the neck and shove her up against the wall. You crush your lips together with wild desire. Your fangs drag across her lips as you kiss and the addictive copper taste of blood hits your taste buds. Pleasure like you've never known before crashes over you, almost blinding. You have to pull back, catch your breath.
"Jules..." Calliope moans, her eyes hazy with the same reckless lust.
Your name on her lips tips you over the edge and you dive toward her pulsing neck. A violent moans escapes from your throat as the first waves of blood fill your mouth. God, you're thirsty for her. You could almost cum from the taste of it washing over you.
She tears at your hair as she writhes with pleasure underneath you, grinding against you with wicked hunger.
"More", she whines, and it takes every ounce of control within you to drag your dripping fangs from her delicate skin.
"Please...more."
And of course you oblige.
You kneel before her gorgeous form.
Her lust for you is obvious as you rip her jeans from her quaking thighs, underwear stained with glorious wetness. That's not the fluid you're here for though. You try and seek her affirming gaze but her eyes remain firmly shut as her hips buck with frenzied desire.
You've never seen anything as breath taking as her pulsing femoral artery. It calls to you, hypnotic. And who are you to resist such a call? You plunge your throbbing fangs deep into her and drink you fill, gulping with reckless want - dripping.
That's all it takes for you both, hands pushing and pulling with eager lust, tumbling towards mutual ruin. You come undone with a crazed smile, gasping and moaning, her blood staining your skin. She, too, crumbles against you, shy smile as she takes you in.
"I'll need a snack after that", she laughs, and you can't help but release a wild laugh in return.