First Hunger
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S through Z › Van Helsing
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,957
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Van Helsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
First Hunger
First Hunger Chapter 1: First Feeding
It is far after midnight, so it seems to me, when he enters my chamber to make me rise from my deep slumber. All dressed in black he moves like a shadow, almost non-existent and cowering in the dark, waiting to strike.
He gently advances me, very careful with his moves as not to break the silence, that weighs so heavily in this room. He wants to make this a special moment, a moment just for me, finally awake and so dependant on his presence.
While he watches me with a sly and triumphant smile on his face, I try to recollect the remainders of my memory, which only gives me a headache.
"Ts, Ts.", his mocking sounds remark my attempts to clear my head. "Oh, do not even try to do such thing. Your life has now become a faint memory. Nothing more."
Just when I open my mouth to demand an explanation how the hell he knows about what I was trying to do, he lowers down in front of me.
"Let’s go hunting.“ his heavy accent reaches my ears like a purred invitation.
"Wha...?!“ my voice doesn’t sound like my own and I am taken aback by its rasped tones.
I am almost thankful that he interrupts me.
"Do not tell me that you don’t feel it.“, he addresses me once more, using the voice of a parent, talking to a child that doesn’t understand a thing. "In your chest. In your head. In your voice."
When I narrow my eyes to demand a clear explanation, his ever-present grin gets even wider.
He loves this!
"Your Hunger. Your Craving. It becomes worse with each second, consuming you, demanding to be freed.“ his harsh whisper echoes in my ears, as the truth of the words sinks in.
My mouth becomes watery at his words, and I do not know, why. I hate this man with a passion, why does he manage to make my body react so strangely?
"Give into it, be free...“ his breathy voice tingles at my neck. I am paralyzed; I do not want to move with him being so near. I fear his reactions, should I make the slightest move.
Absolutely being still, I listen to my heartbeat. My breathing becomes quicker and I realize then, that it is not my own heartbeat I am listening to.
My Host slowly rises to give me space again and I see the source of the heartbeat, now quickening with fear. A young girl stares at us, her expression filled with hatred, disgust and fear.
Hot tears are running down her cheeks and make a promise of what awaits me. I am touched by her great fear, yet drawn to her by the smell of it. It overwhelms me and without even noticing it, I take a few steps towards her, absorbing her feelings towards me.
My Host does not say a word. He doesn’t need to. Watching from a corner of the chamber, he keeps silent and observant.
The gnawing feeling in my chest has gotten worse, since she is here. I am struggling to control my breathing that has gotten louder and quicker now.
The girl stands before me, paralyzed and wide-eyed, not being able to turn her eyes away from me. My face has changed, I can tell from her horrified look.
I hear myself release a soft moan, before sinking my teeth into the flesh of her neck. Holding her face in a tight grip, I drink deeply, greedy, trying to get access to more, when her body slowly withdraws from my hands. I am filled with pure bliss and energy, when my Host approaches me again.
Smiling with pride, he brings his right forefinger to the corner of my mouth, where a drop of blood has managed to escape my tongue, and tastes it.
Fascinated by this scene, I submit to Dracula’s cold hands, which take my face into an icy embrace and I hear his whispered words, making the hairs on my neck stand up:
"Welcome... Gabriel."
To be continued…
It is far after midnight, so it seems to me, when he enters my chamber to make me rise from my deep slumber. All dressed in black he moves like a shadow, almost non-existent and cowering in the dark, waiting to strike.
He gently advances me, very careful with his moves as not to break the silence, that weighs so heavily in this room. He wants to make this a special moment, a moment just for me, finally awake and so dependant on his presence.
While he watches me with a sly and triumphant smile on his face, I try to recollect the remainders of my memory, which only gives me a headache.
"Ts, Ts.", his mocking sounds remark my attempts to clear my head. "Oh, do not even try to do such thing. Your life has now become a faint memory. Nothing more."
Just when I open my mouth to demand an explanation how the hell he knows about what I was trying to do, he lowers down in front of me.
"Let’s go hunting.“ his heavy accent reaches my ears like a purred invitation.
"Wha...?!“ my voice doesn’t sound like my own and I am taken aback by its rasped tones.
I am almost thankful that he interrupts me.
"Do not tell me that you don’t feel it.“, he addresses me once more, using the voice of a parent, talking to a child that doesn’t understand a thing. "In your chest. In your head. In your voice."
When I narrow my eyes to demand a clear explanation, his ever-present grin gets even wider.
He loves this!
"Your Hunger. Your Craving. It becomes worse with each second, consuming you, demanding to be freed.“ his harsh whisper echoes in my ears, as the truth of the words sinks in.
My mouth becomes watery at his words, and I do not know, why. I hate this man with a passion, why does he manage to make my body react so strangely?
"Give into it, be free...“ his breathy voice tingles at my neck. I am paralyzed; I do not want to move with him being so near. I fear his reactions, should I make the slightest move.
Absolutely being still, I listen to my heartbeat. My breathing becomes quicker and I realize then, that it is not my own heartbeat I am listening to.
My Host slowly rises to give me space again and I see the source of the heartbeat, now quickening with fear. A young girl stares at us, her expression filled with hatred, disgust and fear.
Hot tears are running down her cheeks and make a promise of what awaits me. I am touched by her great fear, yet drawn to her by the smell of it. It overwhelms me and without even noticing it, I take a few steps towards her, absorbing her feelings towards me.
My Host does not say a word. He doesn’t need to. Watching from a corner of the chamber, he keeps silent and observant.
The gnawing feeling in my chest has gotten worse, since she is here. I am struggling to control my breathing that has gotten louder and quicker now.
The girl stands before me, paralyzed and wide-eyed, not being able to turn her eyes away from me. My face has changed, I can tell from her horrified look.
I hear myself release a soft moan, before sinking my teeth into the flesh of her neck. Holding her face in a tight grip, I drink deeply, greedy, trying to get access to more, when her body slowly withdraws from my hands. I am filled with pure bliss and energy, when my Host approaches me again.
Smiling with pride, he brings his right forefinger to the corner of my mouth, where a drop of blood has managed to escape my tongue, and tastes it.
Fascinated by this scene, I submit to Dracula’s cold hands, which take my face into an icy embrace and I hear his whispered words, making the hairs on my neck stand up:
"Welcome... Gabriel."
To be continued…