Mea Culpa

 

Title: Mea Culpa

Author: Batwingedgirl

Summary: Human girl awakes to find herself the prisoner of the evil vampire CEO! (Was he a ceo? idk)

Feedback: BRING IT

Characters: Sam Neil’s character Charles Bromley and a OC (aka hot lips lol)

Betas: No one! D:

Author’s notes: Yes, gasp, a DAYBREAKERS fanfic. Wow… this movie… is terrible. It had so many cool concepts but they went the route more traveled by having be a vampire shoot-em-up (original! At least it’s not a vampire-werewolf love triangle… ugh…) So i have a bit of a complex relationship with this movie… either way I decided to jot down bits of this idea on a notebook one day and now I am putting it to paper, or, rather, processor. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this movie, so forgive anything that is glaringly non-canon! I frankly don’t give a damn, but just in case you do… it’s just smut… sit back and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Also, I have nothing wrong with conspiracy theorists, crazy survivalists, and gun freaks! I'm a little bit of all three, but you need more hobbies! Like writing smut fiction for movies no one likes or remembers! :D

Also, light mind-control themes, but not enough to mark it in that category, I think... also... do vampires = necrophilia? Haha....

Also, also: If you just want to skip to the smut, it started about halfway down.

Reviews welcome and appreciated!

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The human girl awoke to find herself locked away in a dark room not unlike the cell of a prison. Of course, it was more comfortable than any prison cell she could conjure in her mind. Vampires are experts at comfort, after all, as a way to make up for the things which they lack. The walls were lined in a finely-patterned wallpaper and silk drapery and furnished nicely with expensive imported -looking furniture. She lay in a small bed tucked into the corner of the room, the Egyptian cotton firmly hugging her warm flesh. For all it's niceties it was a cell never the less and she was a prisoner.

How long had she been kept there? Her mind raced.

She was disoriented. For all she knew, they had been keeping her drugged for weeks. She felt at the gauze wrapped tightly around her wrists. Holding them up and straining her eyes trying to clear her blurred vision she could make out the dark stains that corrupted the otherwise snow-whiteness of the wrappings.

The ordeals of the past weeks began to flash in her mind and behind her eyelids.

Being drained.

Fed through a tube.

Dark figures with glowing eyes standing over her.

All whispers.

Something hot flashed within her.

Anger? Hatred? Somehow she couldn't muster any emotion at all at the surface, but could still feel the basic tenants of them deep within her.

'Shall I run to the door and shout “Release me, you bastards!” through the slot?' She wondered.

Something inside her compelled her thusly, but it was as though the rest of her was indifferent to her plight.

'What have they done to me...?'

The door of her chamber slid open suddenly, letting in a sliver of dim florescent light from the hallway outside. She lay there awaiting whomever it was who thought it so necessary to interrupt her unconcerned pondering.

A man in a sleek suit entered without much ado, sliding the door firmly shut behind him.

“Finally awake, I see.” He said, crossing the gap between the door and where she lay.

“What do you want?” She asked in an attempt at defiance, raising herself to a sitting position, not wanting to be so prone.

“I think you know why I'm here. I would think you'd be more passive by now... you remaining humans are rather hard to manipulate, I suppose.”

She stared up at him, mouth pinched shut.

“It's not so bad in here, is it?” He moved closer and sat beside her on the bed. “No more running about, never certain if you're really safe. No worries about where your next meal will be found, or of being hunted. Most vampires, if they found you, would rip you to shreds. Especially these days and you being just a little thing such sweet blood. But here... this is polite society.”

He leaned closer to her. From her vantage point, she could see the subtle fangs of his slightly parted mouth. “I won't hurt you...” he said and paused.

“But?”

“But...” He continued. “I need to feed. Not on artificial stuff, but on real, fresh, human blood.”

He could feel her recoil in fear, he cursed himself for being so blunt.

“I can make it beneficial for you. You let me feed from you, and I provide you with shelter, food, safety, comfort. All these things and more I can give to you. Anything you ask.”

“I don't want to be kept prisoner.” She replied bluntly.

“You can have free range of this floor. All the floors above it as well. Unfortunately, under the executive suites, I have no control over the actions of my fellow vampires. I think it would be in your best interest to not to venture far. Anyway, I wouldn't call being stuck indoors being a prisoner... how do you think I feel? Hardly ever able to venture outdoors... I'm just as much a prisoner as you are.”

He stood and began to pace. “I'm sure you'll like it here...”

She didn't feel like fighting. After all, he made a reasonable argument for it. This place, his demeanor, reminded her of the time before everyone had changed. She was so used to living in filth and running from abandoned countryside cottages to eerie industrial mills and squatting in humid, hay-strewn barns hungry and parched from thirst but too frightened to stray into the darkness in search of water. Here it was dark and cool. She pictured warm meals and hot showers. 'Oh God, a shower!' her mind exalted as her body went limp with defeat, resting her head gently against the wall.

“Now, if you don't mind...” He said, producing a crystal goblet.

Obediently, and almost trance-like, she removed the bandage from one of her wrists. The wound immediately pooled up at the surface with blood which slowly trickled down, dripping into the goblet until it was more than halfway full.

“That will do.” The man said, setting aside the goblet and producing a fresh bandage from his pocket. He tenderly took the gauze and wrapped it tightly around her wrist. She noticed he was careful not to touch her skin, only the bandage. He forced himself to pause here to allow them both reflect on how careful and kind he was being to his prey before taking the goblet in both hands and greedily lapping up her life essence.

The mania that quickly overtook him reminded her of an animal and caused something inside of her to toss disturbingly.

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The routine went on each day much the same. She was provided with delicious gourmet meals that had the added bonus of heightening her blood production so she would never fall ill. She and the man talked much. He was much more intelligent and witty than the company she was used to keeping with the other survivors, most of which consisted of conspiracy theorists, crazy survivalists, and gun freaks. Call it Stockholm syndrome if you will, but despite herself she started to develop feelings for this man. His was a sad story, and she truthfully felt herself sympathetic to his plight. Still, she regarded her life with detached bemusement.

After another day of wandering the halls in the lap of captive luxury, she decided it was time to do something. Even if it meant begin torn to shreds by her only confidant, she needed something to change.

That night when he came to her for dinner, she did something she had never done. Usually she was the perfect little blood donor, wrist prone and to the point of dripping when he was due to arrive. This time the wrist was still wrapped, though she still sit there politely. His smile drooped quickly to a frown as he walked though the passageway of her room and then to a look of questioning. “What's wrong?”

She reached out for him and softly touched his hand. He pulled away as though he'd been scalded.

“Please don't...” He said, moving away.

“Why not?” She asked, grabbing a hold of his wrist.

He groaned from the touch, trying to pull away.

“I can't handle it!” He said, wrestling out of her grip.

“Tell me what it feels like.”

“It's hot... almost too hot.” He looked at her expectant face and continued, “It feels familiar... like something I lost long ago... a fading memory.”

“Not far from the truth.”

“Well, besides that... it's.. exhilarating. When I touch one of your, it almost feels like I have a pulse again.”

“And you don't like it?”

“No... it's just... I don't think I can control myself.”

“Is that so?” She said coyly and defiantly ran her index finger up the length of his forearm.

His face took on an ugliness she'd yet to witness from him. “Don't toy with me, girl.” He growled at her and recoiled.

Maybe the programming to make her suppress herself was fading, but she took this as a cue to taunt him even farther.

“I think you have the power to control yourself.” She moved closer to him and he inhaled her scent, moaning as his nostrils filled. They were very close now. He did not attempt to move away farther.

His anger weakened. “Please, I don't want to turn you... or kill you...”

“Control your hunger...” she whispered into his ear, her hot breath cascading down his neck. His arms where raised in order to deflect her advances, but her body fell right in-between them, pressing against his own which had become rigid as though he was afraid to move.

His breath heightened and he let out an animal-like cry as she looped her arms around his neck. When she pressed her hot lips into his cold ones he quickly withdrew his mouth from hers. “I can't control it. Never mind that I'm starved as it is.”

With her arms still around him, she gingerly began to unwrap the bindings from one of her wrists, and then offered it to him.

“Here you are, my love.” He looked as though he had a fever, with mixture of desire, restraint, and animalistic fury, beads of sweat collecting on his brow. His gray tongue hungerly crossed the parameters of his lips and flicked across his fangs.

“... no biting.” She said as a plea to his fleeting sanity. “Suck me...” He hid his fangs from view and gently wrapped his mouth around her wrist. What began as a vampire gently licking and suckling the blood from the girls wrist turned into a fervor in which he violently sucked the blood from her as he groaned with passion. She rest her head on his shoulder, her other arm wrapped around his back, her eyes heavy lidded.

The passion that rose up inside of him as he devoured her blood seemed to transfer through her bloodstream and into herself, her knees felt weak and she let out a weak moan. Deep down, where she was still a human that lived in a society where devouring blood was the most taboo of taboos, she was disgusted with herself. But in that moment, she felt her panties moisten and her knees give out. He caught her, and sat her on the bed.

“Are you alright?” He came out of his blood-lust for a moment. His pupils were dilated, a steam of blood ran down his chin.

“I need you...” she moaned, crossing both arms around his neck, blood still steadily streaming down her wrist. In a moment of frenzy, she violently bit down upon her tongue. She felt her mouth quickly fill with the acidic taste of her own blood. Pulling him down on top of her, she shoved her tongue into his mouth. His reaction to the new source of food was worth the pain a million times over. They feverishly kissed, blood staining their lips.

On top of her, she could feel his growing erection, which he grinded into her spread legs. She arched her back into him, moaning with every breath. He reached a hand under her blouse and roughly pawed at her breasts.

Having fulfilled his hunger, a new need became his priority, and he withdrew from the kiss.

“You are crazy, you know.” He said to her, his hands working on unbuttoning her blouse and discarding it on the floor.

“You didn't seem to be complaining before...” Her hands teased his erection behind the layer of his pants.

He ripped the bra from her, and began to fondle and lick her breasts, trying his hardest not to bite into the milky white orbs. She arched her back and pulled her hands through his brown and gray hair.

He returned to her blood-soaked lips and was locked again in an intense embrace / feeding frenzy. Her hands made swift work of undoing his belt and trousers, pulling his briefs down as well as she slid the whole situation down his legs. She tugged roughly at his manhood, pleased at the pathetic gasps he made.

He sat at the edge of the bed as she positioned herself between his legs on the floor and wrapped her warm mouth around his cock. His body shivered delightfully as she flicked her tongue up and down his length. He gently tugged at her hair as she sucked and worked her mouth up and down, increasing slowly in speed. Just when his passion was reaching a fever-pitch, she withdrew from him, crawling back up onto the bed and on top of him. She could feel his throbbing cock on her legs as she removed her skirt and slid her panties down her thin legs.

As she did this, he had been admiring her body lines with his strong, cold hands. Moaning in pleasure from the very act to caressing a living being. She teased herself and himself father, by rubbing the head of his cock at her entrance and on her hard clit.

“Oh, please... I want to feel inside of you...” She obliged, moaning as she slid his length inside of her. He felt disturbingly cold and alien, unlike anything she'd ever felt before with other lovers. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her as she grinded atop him. Despite the strangeness, it felt amazing. The release she craved would not be far away now.

He moaned unintelligible words at her in a kind of delirium. She leaned down and kissed him again, his vampiric tongue reopening up wounds that had began to heal and drinking his fill. He withdrew from her briefly to flip her onto the bed an position himself over her. He then entered her even more deeply than before, causing her to moan, blood spilling from her mouth. He leaned down and licked up the trail of stray blood while pounding her relentlessly. He fucked her hard and mercilessly, his claws digging into her fleshy hips, which arched into him. He was close to cumming and his movements became more frantic and robotic. She, too, was close, but enjoying herself too much to give into it just yet.

First she wanted to feel his orgasm inside her, and she knew just what he needed to push him other the edge in ecstasy. She bit down again on her tongue, insuring a flurry of blood, then pulled him down to meet her mouth. He drank fiercely, groaning in rapture. He pulled away from her and finished powerfully into her. Feeling the explosion inside of herself, she, too, came, her legs locked tightly around him, moaning in passion. He withdrew and collapsed beside her.

They lay there silently in the cool of the room for a while, neither sure if the other had fallen asleep or if they themselves had not been falling in and out of sleep. After a while, he rolled over, and gently rested his arm over her stomach, hissing slightly as the warmth. There, they both fell asleep in each others arms unsure of what the future held of either of them.

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Yeah, I didn't know how to end it, if that's not obvious. My natural instinct to flee when the deed is done gets the best of me sometimes.

While writing this I couldn't stop thinking about the sparkly pale dildo that they sell on some sex websites to Twilight fans. lol I hope this doesn't ring too true to any Twilight books or fan fiction... I haven't read any of either, but I feel like this is what they would be like.

Anyway, PLEASE leave feedback if you made it this far! Maybe suggestions for a better ending? Creative criticism encouraged! Thank you!