Why, precisely, the bat so deeply craved something warmed with blood to press against cold bones as he slept was a mystery. It veered very near to being a character flaw, this thirst; but, as in most of his predilections, it tasted of domination and hinted blackly at deep, dark depths of awful desire.
Perhaps he relished the instinctual tightness of sleep-stained fear, greedily drank in the soft twitches and moans that were the symptoms of dreams he would never again experience. Maybe he was drawn inexorably to the rhythmic flutter of a living heart dutifully counting out each second. Perchance the heat that bled from their veins and warmed his cool flesh eased him sweetly into the black water of his preternatural sleep. Whatever the case, when the mood struck, he held his wretched victim close to his chest the way a wolf worried a bloodied bone, his deathlike slumber undisturbed by the troubled tension in the tendons of his prey pulled near.
The omen had doubtless become accustomed to the dreaded ritual. It was impossible to predict, but the nights were inevitable that the bat would slip silent from his roost and pad, cat-like, to whatever miserable patch of shadow the boy had claimed for a bed. Entombed beneath the death-shroud of his heavy wings, he was helpless to do much more than recoil from the tepid heat of his master’s body and wait for sleep or morning to release him.
Tonight, long after the sun had dipped beneath the horizon and the shadow of dark wings had claimed their prey, the bat shifted in his sleep. His claws flexed, inadvertently deadly, and the muscles of his legs shivered. Entangled as he was under his master’s attentions and attentive to every movement, the omen was likely to be jerked from his restless dreaming by the sudden, gut-wrenching sensation of fangs at his throat.
The bat had not awakened. The move was instinctual, the compulsion to sever arteries running deeper than genetics or disease could account for, but no less horrifying to feel the cool curve of teeth against skin. He sighed softly. His breath was uncannily chill. The hoarfrost of white eyebrows shivered, as though he trembled along the thin edge of waking, before stilling once more. He settled into sleep, folded back against the omen’s body with his lips still pressed into the slender arch of his throat.
The gesture, although wholly unconscious, carried with it a keenly predatory affection. There was something intimate in the touch of his lips, the caress of his body. However, thrumming just below the surface, the movement was one of utter possession that whispered darkly,
“I live in you, in your bones, the delicate coils of your mind. I made you. I formed the thoughts you find, the moods you carry. Your blood whispers my name. Even in rebellion, you are mine.”
And this, more than anything, was apt to curl the boy’s fingers into a fist and set his teeth against each other in a silent snarl that would never be voiced. The certainty of its truth pounded against him with every cool breath from the vampire’s lips, it lived in the shadow of sleeping jaws that nestled at the hollow of his purple-scarred throat.
“Even in rebellion, you are mine. Mine.”
Perhaps he relished the instinctual tightness of sleep-stained fear, greedily drank in the soft twitches and moans that were the symptoms of dreams he would never again experience. Maybe he was drawn inexorably to the rhythmic flutter of a living heart dutifully counting out each second. Perchance the heat that bled from their veins and warmed his cool flesh eased him sweetly into the black water of his preternatural sleep. Whatever the case, when the mood struck, he held his wretched victim close to his chest the way a wolf worried a bloodied bone, his deathlike slumber undisturbed by the troubled tension in the tendons of his prey pulled near.
The omen had doubtless become accustomed to the dreaded ritual. It was impossible to predict, but the nights were inevitable that the bat would slip silent from his roost and pad, cat-like, to whatever miserable patch of shadow the boy had claimed for a bed. Entombed beneath the death-shroud of his heavy wings, he was helpless to do much more than recoil from the tepid heat of his master’s body and wait for sleep or morning to release him.
Tonight, long after the sun had dipped beneath the horizon and the shadow of dark wings had claimed their prey, the bat shifted in his sleep. His claws flexed, inadvertently deadly, and the muscles of his legs shivered. Entangled as he was under his master’s attentions and attentive to every movement, the omen was likely to be jerked from his restless dreaming by the sudden, gut-wrenching sensation of fangs at his throat.
The bat had not awakened. The move was instinctual, the compulsion to sever arteries running deeper than genetics or disease could account for, but no less horrifying to feel the cool curve of teeth against skin. He sighed softly. His breath was uncannily chill. The hoarfrost of white eyebrows shivered, as though he trembled along the thin edge of waking, before stilling once more. He settled into sleep, folded back against the omen’s body with his lips still pressed into the slender arch of his throat.
The gesture, although wholly unconscious, carried with it a keenly predatory affection. There was something intimate in the touch of his lips, the caress of his body. However, thrumming just below the surface, the movement was one of utter possession that whispered darkly,
“I live in you, in your bones, the delicate coils of your mind. I made you. I formed the thoughts you find, the moods you carry. Your blood whispers my name. Even in rebellion, you are mine.”
And this, more than anything, was apt to curl the boy’s fingers into a fist and set his teeth against each other in a silent snarl that would never be voiced. The certainty of its truth pounded against him with every cool breath from the vampire’s lips, it lived in the shadow of sleeping jaws that nestled at the hollow of his purple-scarred throat.
“Even in rebellion, you are mine. Mine.”
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