Blood Red (version 2)

AU, Serena/Darien pairing. Serena's out for the night and she meets Darien. Problem is he's a vampire and he's decided that she's his prey for the night.

12 midnight. High pitched giggles could be heard from as a woman staggered drunkenly along with her handsome companion. She looked dazedly into his midnight blue eyes as he pushed her against a brick wall, the cold shocking her system as it seeped through her clothing. A silvered ray of moonlight caressed her skin as his hand traced the smooth planes of her face. Upon reaching her chin he applied more pressure, gently encouraging her to tip her head back and expose her slender neck as an offering, her pulse fluttering rapidly as he blew directly over it, his cool breath skimming over the flushed surface. A soft sign escaped her parted lips, breaths coming in hollow pants as he placed a feather like kiss on her neck while his hands roamed until one framed the curves of her waist and the other tangled itself within her fiery red curls. He placed another open mouthed kiss on her throat that was like ice: chilling upon her skin, but burning as her blood flowed faster, heating her body till the ice quickly doused the heat again. She felt him grin against her neck and her hands moved to anchor themselves within his silk, raven locks, pressing his lips harder against her the nape of her neck. A scream left her lips, eyes widened in shock and her body jerked backwards, only for her to find herself trapped within a steel embrace as fangs penetrated her skin. His velvet lips created a seal, a fine tremble travelling through her body as more and more blood was suctioned into his eager mouth. As her body suddenly gave way, he tightened his grip until her lax body was braced against his hard one. Her eyes fluttered closed and she took be last shaky inhale before she succumbed to the ever enclosing darkness.

Letting her body collapse to the rat infested pathway he tipped his head back, eyes closed and fangs glistening red in the light as he basked in the moonlight and the afterglow her death had provided. It was the ultimate high; experiencing the rush of death coming to embrace her body. Alive, he felt so alive as his heart gave out a slow pulse for time that night. Blood coursed through his veins, coating their sides with the sticky liquid. Taking a deep breath he released it in a cloud of crystallised smoke, a tingling sensation spreading throughout his body, blanketing him in delicious warmth. His lips were swollen as he ran his tongue over them, the sweet, metallic taste of fresh blood combined with its thick texture reminded him of warm blackberries encased in a thick crust and dusted with icing sugar. A pale finger rose to trace the trail of cooling blood on the woman hollowed neck as he crouched over the bloodless corpse, her lips already tinting blue round the edges. His cobalt blue eyes stared emotionlessly at her figure, his face contorting into a look of disgust as he considered the pathetic sight she made sprawled on the ground. Standing back up he flashed dimpled smile as the sound of drunken humans registered in the dark crevices of his mind, along with four little words: The hunt was on.

House Parties amused him. They were always the same: drunken bodies littered in doorways, their incessant rambles adding to the laughter and off key music provided by the over paid and lyrically challenged DJ, the "dance floor" swamped by bodies grinding up against the nearest warm presence, people backed up against walls, desperately trying to find comfort to chase away the harsh realities of life, rooms occupied by bodies already passed out due to their excess alcohol intake or occupied by couples who had given into their temptations and needed instant release, someone dry heaving into the toilet, their bodies limply hanging over the toilet rim, eyes burning, mouth thick and cottony, throat burning as the sickly, sweet smell of vomit perfumes the air. Shaking his head he delved deeper into the house's interior, flashing dimpled smiles here and there at the scantily glad females that were all vying for his attention, while his telescopic eyes zoomed in on their many flaws, none of them meeting his standards, and entered up in front of an understated door.

He sensed a lone female presence inside the room and creaked open the door, allowing some light to slither in behind him and shadows to flitter across his face. The presence he'd sensed was lying prone on a bed in the middle of the room. Her body was framed by golden tresses that hung down to the backs of her knees. His gaze travelled up her small feet clad in black heels, along her toned and slender legs, over her khaki shorts that hung low on her hips, up past her toned stomach that was exposed to his eyes, across her breasts that were gently brushing against the silk of her beige camisole with every inhale. His eyes trained in on her satin pink lips, over her dainty nose and finally into her wide almond shaped eyes, black in the shadows caused by the light streaming in behind him and staring directly into his. Amusement crossed his features as her eyes flickered over his body in an exact replica of the way he'd looked over hers. The silence between them was comforting as he moved to lean enticingly against the door frame, watching as she pushed herself into a sitting position, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. He could see that her hair was pulled back from the front leaving her porcelain skin to be admired by seeking eyes. She stood in a fluent movement, facing him across the room; she truly was an angel and he flashed her a dimpled smile, which widened as he heard her heart beat faster and faster, forcing more blood to be pumped round her body until a delicate rose blush stained her cheeks. He took in a sweet scent of apples, pears and peaches with every inhale and it was slowly beginning to overwhelm his senses until the point that he knew he'd found his prey for the night, after all she was only a little kitten, probably waiting for the right kind of guy to "pet" her. Her hands moved over her body as she self-consciously tried to smoothen out her clothes and hair. A sudden burst of laughter burst the foundations of the oasis the two seemed to be caught up in and watched as she took confident steps towards him, past him and out into the bright hallway. Glancing back at him one last time she became lost in the crowd.

Left in the shadows he felt his fangs lengthened at the thought of a hunt. His prey? The petite blond that had just sashayed past him. He felt a small tremble rake down his spine, each of his vertebrates locking into place at the thought of being able to plunge into her body in more ways than one. Shaking his head, he reigned in the beast that was prowling inside him, coaxing him to find the girl and take her, whether she was willing or not, but his more… humane side knew that he'd have to take a more subtle approach than that if he wanted to feed tonight.