Bleeding Sorrows

Hannah was human, yet she was not. In aspect to emotion it always seemed as though she was inanimate. Vincent had once sworn to never allow himself to delve into the affairs of humans, however she became an exception. When she learned of his dieting habits, she did not fear him, despite the lingering blood on his lips or the stench of death on his clothes. It was then that he began to hold her in higher regard than any other human. 

It had seemed so sudden that she was beautiful to him; her doll-like blue eyes, full rosy lips, and long wavy caramel hair. Her voice was a whispering soprano, and all her words were like music to his ears. He could always find her in a crowded room because of her jasmine scent. That was how he knew she stood right behind him.

"Vincent..." His neck tingled as she called his name. "Are you going to play my favorite song today as well?"

Vincent stood still, his breath caught. Hannah held onto one of his arms squeezing gently as she stared up at him with those wide eyes. He knew what she wanted. He knew she wished to hear that Moonlight Sonata, but as she clung to him he felt he wanted a reaction more so than before. Anything that would break her mono expression in which she never smiled, never cried. 

Something in him snapped. He could no longer resist, whether it was was caused by her innocent act or simply his inner predator that wished to hunt its prey. Her very presence alone was driving him mad. He turned around and in nanoseconds he had her against a wall with her hands held above her. Doll-like blue eyes widened first in shock that soon turned into concern. Vincent breath turned ragged, "I do not know what has overcome me..." 

Hannah played her role to a T. She stood there silently simply staring at him waiting patiently as any doll would. It was the only thing he dislike about her, and yet it did not sway him from his longing. "Why do I feel this urge..." Vincent lifted his other hand and caressed her cheek, and then brushed her long hair over her right shoulder exposing her pale neck. "This blood lust...and yet it is different than before." Vincent's eyes seemed to pierce her. However, she did not flinch as she listened to his words. "I could just burrow my fangs into your skin as I have done to others so many times, and devour every last drop of blood that flows through your body." His thumb rubbed her neck in small circles, and he could feel her heart beat dancing. "I could act the monster that I am, and feed on you killing you slowly. Yet, for some peculiar reason, although my blood boils, I can not bear the thought of you dying. Even less by my own hands." His hand curled around her neck tightening slightly, "Why is that? What is this foreign feeling?" His eyes hardened as anger coursed through him. Hannah's lips parted slightly as though to speak, although that changed rather quickly. "I know I've felt it before, so long ago. However, it died back then. So why has it returned? What have you done to me, Hannah?" Hannah's resolve trembled as Vincent's hold on her tightened. She gasped for air, her fingers attempting to scratch his hand.

Then all at once he let go and she nearly collapsed to her knees, however he was determined to understand. It had been centuries ago that he ever felt this sensation before. It was what those humans call 'love'. Love?  Didn't it die when his dear beau did, murdered because they couldn't bear to see her married to a monster. They couldn't bear to see this monster on the throne next to such a divine angel. Wasn't love the cause of that despair that eventually made him a true beast? Yet, he fell in love again. But, could he love her as he should? Could the doll in turn love this monster? Vincent no longer cared, he wouldn't be denied.

Vincent growled threatening as he pulled her to him, his hand pressing against the small of her back as his other hand gripped the back of her neck so it remained exposed to him. "I do not understand, not with this blackened heart of mine." He leaned towards her until his lips were against her ear, "If only I could bite you..." He kissed her neck, "with these tamed fangs of mine."

Then....the doll fainted.

Reviews

[Jayme]

wow I really enjoyed reading that and felt like I wanted to hear more about the doll. Well done :)

[Evil Duncan]

Nice little 'story bomb'. I found it intriguing and wanted to know more.

Overall I liked the way you write. There is some nice description of your heroin, doll-like eyes and soft caramel hair. And there are some nice touches to your vampire, I liked the way he knew her scent, it made him seem like more of a predator!

I wrote something similar myself a few years ago and have had a go at working it into a longer piece. Are you thinking of building this into something more? Or are you happy with it as a short piece? Just asking out of curiosity.

[wolfie]

Thank you for your kind review.

Actually, I think this particular piece may stay a short piece. I do want to try to write a short novel in the future that might include them as an arc in the story.