Post by Gamov on Sept 16, 2009 21:38:10 GMT -5
Stumbling from her accidental collision with the chair, Sasha was thrown slightly off balance as a blurry figure materialized through the door in her right peripheral, its actions quick as an arm shot out towards her, the moonlight catching on the blade of a knife and glinting in the darkness as the creature loosed the blade from its grasp, hurling it towards her at incredible speed.
Reacting on a momentary impulse, she spun to her left, allowing the knife to pass her by, or so she had thought. As she stepped out of the way of the oncoming projectile, she felt its razor sharp edge draw across her left forearm, slicing through her coat, shirt and skin alike with ease. The sudden and unexpected production of the cut shot tendrils of pain through her arm and elicited an acute grunt of displeasure from her as she instinctively gripped the wound with her right hand and cradled the injured arm into her stomach.
Gritting her teeth, Sasha winced at the pain before slowly removing her hand to see a small trail of blood seeping from her arm where the knife had cut its path across her skin. She stared blankly at her arm for a moment, its effects on her noninvasive at first. But soon, she caught the scent, the scent of fresh blood.
As she paused, staring ever longer into the open slit on her arm, the blood trickling out in a thin stream of crimson red to stain her pale skin, the sight came to fascinate her, transfixing her attention to it. The blood trailed out on to her sleeve, permeating the fibers of her jacket and slowly dripping to the floor of the warehouse. It had been so long since she had felt that craving deep in the pit of her stomach, she almost forgot what it felt like to thirst for blood, what it felt like to battle the hunger for control of her thoughts as it threatened to consume her whole. She felt her bottom lip begin to quiver slightly as the thought of herself capitulating to the drive began to dance through her mind. The image of sinking her fangs into her own flesh and drawing the blood from her veins was vivid and horrifying, yet satisfying at the same time.
She bit her bottom lip gently as she applied gradual pressure to the wound, slowly squeezing more blood from beneath the surface. The mere sight of the sanguine liquid coursing from the cut began to effect her like an aphrodisiac, its presence fueling her thirst and giving rise to an immense feeling of pleasure in her that dulled any pain and tranquilized her mind, releasing her apprehensions to the wiles of a primal lust. Slowly, she brought her right hand to the laceration, tracing it with the tip of her index finger and collecting a small drop from the surface of her skin.
She swallowed roughly as she brought the hand in front of her face, a small bead of blood wetting the tip of her finger. It had been ages, it seemed, since she had feasted on blood, she had forgotten how it tasted. Her hand trembling, her breathing somewhat rapid and broken, she began to move her finger closer to her lips, her mouth hanging open slightly, ready to receive the taste of fresh blood for the first time in a long while.
Suddenly, a voice spoke to her, breaking through the fog in her mind with its acerbic demand.
Turning to face the creature, her breathing slowed and returned to normal as she eyed the man standing before her. Taking a brief glance back at the blood on her finger, she managed to suppress the urge, smearing the speck between her thumb and forefinger before wiping it off on the hem of her jacket.
"I was just.... Lost." She said rather absently, her mind still somewhat ill at ease with the conflict she had been thrust into once more. "I could hear people talking, so I got curious." She concluded, her rather weak defense for her being there the result of a mind wracked with indifference and turmoil.
Reacting on a momentary impulse, she spun to her left, allowing the knife to pass her by, or so she had thought. As she stepped out of the way of the oncoming projectile, she felt its razor sharp edge draw across her left forearm, slicing through her coat, shirt and skin alike with ease. The sudden and unexpected production of the cut shot tendrils of pain through her arm and elicited an acute grunt of displeasure from her as she instinctively gripped the wound with her right hand and cradled the injured arm into her stomach.
Gritting her teeth, Sasha winced at the pain before slowly removing her hand to see a small trail of blood seeping from her arm where the knife had cut its path across her skin. She stared blankly at her arm for a moment, its effects on her noninvasive at first. But soon, she caught the scent, the scent of fresh blood.
As she paused, staring ever longer into the open slit on her arm, the blood trickling out in a thin stream of crimson red to stain her pale skin, the sight came to fascinate her, transfixing her attention to it. The blood trailed out on to her sleeve, permeating the fibers of her jacket and slowly dripping to the floor of the warehouse. It had been so long since she had felt that craving deep in the pit of her stomach, she almost forgot what it felt like to thirst for blood, what it felt like to battle the hunger for control of her thoughts as it threatened to consume her whole. She felt her bottom lip begin to quiver slightly as the thought of herself capitulating to the drive began to dance through her mind. The image of sinking her fangs into her own flesh and drawing the blood from her veins was vivid and horrifying, yet satisfying at the same time.
She bit her bottom lip gently as she applied gradual pressure to the wound, slowly squeezing more blood from beneath the surface. The mere sight of the sanguine liquid coursing from the cut began to effect her like an aphrodisiac, its presence fueling her thirst and giving rise to an immense feeling of pleasure in her that dulled any pain and tranquilized her mind, releasing her apprehensions to the wiles of a primal lust. Slowly, she brought her right hand to the laceration, tracing it with the tip of her index finger and collecting a small drop from the surface of her skin.
She swallowed roughly as she brought the hand in front of her face, a small bead of blood wetting the tip of her finger. It had been ages, it seemed, since she had feasted on blood, she had forgotten how it tasted. Her hand trembling, her breathing somewhat rapid and broken, she began to move her finger closer to her lips, her mouth hanging open slightly, ready to receive the taste of fresh blood for the first time in a long while.
Suddenly, a voice spoke to her, breaking through the fog in her mind with its acerbic demand.
Turning to face the creature, her breathing slowed and returned to normal as she eyed the man standing before her. Taking a brief glance back at the blood on her finger, she managed to suppress the urge, smearing the speck between her thumb and forefinger before wiping it off on the hem of her jacket.
"I was just.... Lost." She said rather absently, her mind still somewhat ill at ease with the conflict she had been thrust into once more. "I could hear people talking, so I got curious." She concluded, her rather weak defense for her being there the result of a mind wracked with indifference and turmoil.
