Moon and Sun

Everything was dark and silent. The only thing that was heard was the sound of my bare feet and those of others in the cold corridor leading us to our doom. Like the other girls walking alongside me, I was stupid enough to step out at night, wanting to have some fun under the stars in a world where we humans were now ruled by creatures of the night. Now we were facing our fate. Heavy doors opened in front of us, and we were pushed in one by one and placed in line. Awaiting us in a dark but richly decorated room were six men, six of those cursed creatures. The dark smile that grew on their face made me shudder. I was praying to not be chosen, but there were six of us and six of them; all of us will be taken tonight and never see the light of the sun ever again. 

They were detailing us like we were mere cattle at a fair, and in a sense that’s what we were to them—only a food source, animals they used and could replace at will to feed themselves. If only I didn’t take the curfew so lightly. I guess I should blame the stupid tendency of my age range to defy authority. Looking at the other unfortunate ones, they all seem to be around the same age as me, confirming that we were indeed not so smart.

Step got my attention in front of me. The youngest one of the men there—well, “young” was a supposition; who knows how old they were really? Physically he looks like us, in his late teens or early twenties. I would lie if I didn’t admit that he was good-looking. He was also strange; unlike the others of his race, who had dark black hair, he had shiny silver hair. It was beautiful, like the moon in the sky. His red eyes weren’t at rest; they were hypnotizing and giving the feeling of seeing deep into one soul. He took a look at us, starting with the girl at the end of my right. I was the last one on the left, and egoistically, I was praying for one of the others to be chosen, not that it will change my fate anyway.

The wait was agonizing; the only thing heard was his feet on the hard floor. I could swear I could hear my heartbeat, and if I could, the monsters could even more. My eyes closed, my hand clenched on my heart, praying in my head, I had hope.

“I’ll take this one.” I heard.

I open my eyes to see who was the unfortunate one, only to realize it was me.

“Clean her and take her to my chamber. Do what you want with the others.”

At that he left the room. The five other men chose a girl and dragged her away, ignoring her screaming plea and her tears. As for me, I was too distraught to emit a sound. I was taken, dragged to a room, a bathroom, modern despite the ancientness of the castle we were in. Maids thoroughly washed me; I could see some of them gave me a sorry look. They were probably human too, former prisoners, but I couldn’t care less about them; I was going to be turned into a meal for one of them. While they were drying me, I came back to my senses and looked around, deciding to run to try my luck, but when I opened the door and ran into the corridor, I was found by what seemed to be guards, who threw me back into the bathroom. There I got washed all over again.

Heavily crying and scared, I was dressed in a light, short-looking dress like one of those dresses the vestals were wearing in ancient Rome. That suited the sacrifice that I was going to become. A collar was tied to my neck, holding a red stone. In a normal setting I would have found the stone beautiful, but right now it was only the heavy reminder that I was now a pet at best, or at worst, cattle.

I was taken to a bedroom and locked in it. The second I heard the distinctive noise of the key locking the door, I went to look around for an escape route. I was stupid enough to get caught, but I was not going to wait to be slaughtered. I run to the windows, trying them; they were locked, of course they were. Why would they be otherwise? I was trapped, but I wasn’t going to go down without a fight! I took one of those metal poles used in the chimney, and I waited as far away from the door as possible.

My head was spinning, trying to find a good plan: hit first and take the opportunity to run, or run, then hit. I was breathing fast, my heart wanting to escape my chest, my hand clenching the metal bar so hard it was hurting. Then the door opened; it was the moment. I didn’t give him the time to react; I ran screaming, and I hit him in the head as hard as I could with my eyes closed, not wanting to see his head split open, but all I felt was resistance. I glanced; he had stopped my hit so effortlessly. From up close, he was even more charming. His face is so handsome, his eyes so captivating. I shake my head. What was I thinking? It was not the time to marvel at the beauty of the monster that was going to suck all my blood out of me.

I try to pull the metal bar from him, but he rips it from my hands and looks at it with a bored look. He locked the door before calmly walking to put my weapon in his rack by the chimney. I went to the door, trying to unlock it, but whatever I did, it didn’t open even after I turned the key.

“Don’t tire yourself; you have a long night ahead of you.”

I turn around to see him throwing his vest on a chair and slowly untying his tie. His eyes found me, and I froze.

“Come here.” He ordered.

I shook my head; I didn’t want to get close to him, and I didn’t want to die.

“Either we do this the easy way or the hard way. And let me tell you, you won’t like the hard way.”

Pretty sure I wouldn’t like the easy way either.

“Come!”

His voice was louder and more commanding. I felt like if I played with his patience, my death would be painful. And if I had to die, I certainly didn’t want it to be painful. I walk over to him trembling, looking at the ground, trying to get my mind ready for what was going to happen. I closed my eyes when he came closer and shivered when he smelled me.

“You smell really good.”

I ignored him; that was not a compliment coming from a monster like him.

Goosebumps formed all over my body when he licked my neck. I shove him away, scared shitless.

“You also taste good.” He smiled.

I run to the windows. I couldn’t handle this; I had to get out of here! I was tugging, turning, and trying everything to open this window in vain. I froze when I felt a warmth behind me, my mind focused on how nice it felt. I didn’t even know they were warm like us. He pinned me on the cold glass, his hand near my head; only his hard body was pinning me. My heart sank when I felt something hard against my butt. Was he... aroused?!

“For the last time, let’s do this the easy way, not the hard one.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I whispered, knowing the answer. I just wanted to push back the inevitable.

“You know what I’m going to do. But I don’t mind explaining.” One of his hands left the glass and grabbed my chest, leaving me speechless. “I’m going to feed from you, but not only.”

His hand massaged my poor breast ruthlessly; I let out a whimper, and the other one came to find my lonely breast. I didn’t want to get a kick out of this, but he was so gentle, it was so nice, I couldn’t help it.

“Your scent is driving me crazy.” He whispered in my ears, licking my neck, not once stopping his massage.

“Please don’t make me suffer.” I was able to let out a trembling voice.

“It’s not my intention.” He held my breast tightly, pulling me towards him, and bit my neck. But it was a gentle nibble that didn’t even break my skin. “Are you a virgin?”

I wanted to scream that it was none of his business, but what could that have brought me?

“I am.” I answered meekly.

“I’ll be gentle with you then, if you don’t fight me.”

I was confused, but his resuming the massage made me lose focus. I’ve been touched before; I had a boyfriend who enjoyed playing with my teats, but he, the way he was doing it, was making me go crazy, creating a weird feeling in my belly, like butterflies flying around. He was still nibbling at my neck. Was it usual for them to play with their food like this, or was he just a masochist?

He pushed his groin against my butt. I was surprised, and I was mortified when a moan escaped me. He clearly got the wrong idea and let one of his hands slide down my body until it cupped my mount.

“No! Please! That’s not what you think!” I quickly try to justify, but he was grabbing me tightly, making me shiver and expect more. I was probably sick in the head to hope to have more, but yet again, I didn’t want to die even less as a virgin. He gently caressed me; a shiver was all over my body, and my core was fluttering, hoping and asking for more. All the while his remaining hand was massaging and pinching my nipple while he was still nibbling. I was getting aroused slowly but surely.

I tried to shift away from the pressing hardness against my backside, but it resulted in me opening my legs slightly. Once again, he took it the wrong way. His finger started to run up and down my slit; another shiver ran through my body.

“You are intoxicating me, you know.” He whispered sweetly.

He pinched my nipple, extirpating a whimper from me. I was ashamed to feel dampness between my legs and scared he realized I was getting turned on by his caress. He presses against my slit, parting my fold slightly. I was on the verge of begging him to touch me when a knock on the door broke the silence of the room.

“I’m going to feed, leave me alone!” He yelled, startling me.

“It’s important, your highness. A report from a scout.”

He sighed and let me go. “Wait for me; I’ll try to be quick.” He whispered after a last kiss in my neck.

I saw him leave, and my legs gave in. Sitting on the floor, my arms wrapped around me, I was trying to make sense of what had come into me. I let my hand slide inside my panty; indeed, I was drenched and aroused. Tears were my only reaction to me liking his touch. I tried to convince myself that it didn’t matter, that he was going to kill me anyways, but I didn’t want to lose my virginity like this after. I wanted to do it with someone special that I love from the bottom of my heart, but it will never happen now that I was his dinner.

I lost track of time; I don’t know how long I cried, but it was long enough for him to come back. I barely register him entering and closing the door, too busy crying curled up against the windows.

“Is it so bad to be in my company?” I heard him ask.

And like something broke, I lash out at him. “What do you think?! You are going to drink my blood, kill me, and rape me before this! Why should I enjoy being here when all I am is food and I will be dead by dawn!”

It wasn’t my best idea, but it seems that tonight I wasn’t full of good ideas. I was crying so hard, my nose running; I was a mess, and yet his next action took me totally off guard, as well as his words.

He kissed me, not a forceful kiss of someone trying to assert dominance or force me; no, it was sweet, gentle, and almost loving.

“You are so pretty.” He whispered.

I was certain that I was looking far from pretty with all my tears and snot on my face. He kissed me once again; his sweetness made me want to kiss him back, but I was trying to resist with all my might.

He smiled at me, a gentle and sorry smile, while he used the sleeve of his long white shirt to dry my tears and wipe my snot-ridden nose.

“Can I have a tissue?” I dare to ask, not expecting even the basic human decency from him.

To my surprise, he stood up and went to forage in a drawer and came back with a pack he handed me. I took it and used more than one to blow my nose and dry my tears.

“I can make it easier for you if you want.” He said after a moment of silence. “I can turn off your brain and hypnotize you; you’ll be out of it and not feeling anything.”

“Why didn’t you do it then? Instead of having to have me fight? Was it funny to see me struggle?”

“No.” He sighed and had the most painful, sorry look on his face. “I wanted to give you a chance to enjoy this since you’ll be mine until your death.”

“It’s only a night, so it doesn’t matter.”

“A night?”

“I’ll be dead by dawn, I guess.”

“No, you won’t. We don’t kill our food source. That would be wasteful. Sure, some had multiple sources, but only because they like to have variety, you know, like you humans don’t eat the same things every day. But we don’t suck our provider dry in one go; we don’t suck them dry at all, actually. You are not going to die; you are just going to sustain me.”

“How can I believe you? Why no one ever came back?”

“I can explain everything to you and show you that all the women and men captured are still alive and well, but I’m hungry, and I still have some preparation to do before eating.”

“Preparation?”

He kissed me once more, his tongue invading my mouth. I let out a whimper trying to push him away, but he only managed to push me down against the glass. He was forceful this time, his hand sliding under my dress. The realization of what he wanted to reach made me livid. He pushed my panty aside. I was praying I got enough time to dry down there; I didn’t want him to feel how he was able to arouse me.

“You were wet, weren’t you? Too bad I had to walk away from you.”

I hide my face against him, ashamed that he found the remnant of my arousal.

He gently buries his finger between my folds, hitting my clit. I let out a whimper, holding onto him.

“You see, blood tastes better after sex, so I wanted to get you high with pleasure before eating.”

His sweet voice whispering in my ears made me horny. Why was I like this?! He was molesting me and was going to feed on me, and I was getting aroused. Not helping the situation, he was massaging my clitoris, making me let out a moan against my will. I could feel how good it was, his finger circling my sensitive nub, making me desperate for more. At this point I knew he could feel me becoming wetter by the second, and there was nothing I could do to stop this. He nibbles at my neck; my inside quakes, feeling his sharp teeth on my skin. I hold onto him, submerged by an orgasm that I didn’t know was coming. I thought he would bite me now and take my blood, but he didn’t. Instead, he took me in his arms. I found myself melting in his warmth. His strong arms were making me feel safe for some reason. He gently put me on his bed, and I got distracted. I always thought that they all slept in coffins or old crypts; a bed was out of character for vampires.

“I’m not a character in one of your old human fictions.” He laughed, guessing what I was thinking about.

I turn my attention on him; his smile ravished me. Mischievous but tender, if he were a human and not about to rape me, I would have fallen for him.

He let his finger slide on my cheek in a gentle caress and pushed away my long hair from my shoulder.

“It’s going to hurt, but the venom will take effect quickly; don’t worry.”

“The what...?”

I barely had time to ask what he was talking about, that he was biting me. I screamed, trying to push him away, but he held me close to him, sucking my blood. It hurt; tears were running on my face. I wanted him to stop, but soon, all became a blur. His bite, becoming a mere sting, the feeling of my blood being sucked out was not less than a kiss, like the one that gave me a hickey. Everything was tuned down, everything except my arousal. I held onto him, my fingers clawing at his back, my core flooded with desire, while he was emptying me of my most vital fluid. A moan got out of my mouth, and he stopped. He licked my wound until the blood stopped coming, then kissed me. He tasted metallic and a bit salty. Was this the taste of blood? Of my blood? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care; all I wanted was for him to take care of me.

“Sorry, the aftereffect of our venom is extreme arousal. But I didn’t want to impose intercourse on you.”

I didn’t register his words; I kissed him, gluing my body against him, rubbing my sensitive area against the bulge in his pants.

“We are not doing it like this, I’m sorry.”

He put his hand on my forehead, and before I knew it, everything went black.