After Arundel (RP)

It was sharp. Sudden. Cold. His fangs sank into my skin like a trap snapping shut, and for a moment, I didn’t know what was happening. It wasn’t like I’d imagined it. It wasn’t tender, or slow, or... sensual. There was nothing gentle about it. He didn’t care about me, or my beauty, or what he was taking. He just fed—like a spider wrapping its prey in silk, slow and methodical, his hunger unyielding, consuming.
There was no warmth in his eyes.

No lust. No desire. Only... hunger.

A cold, empty hunger. It wasn’t a hunger like the kind I was used to, the kind that lingers in the gaze of men. This was something far darker, something that didn’t even acknowledge the fact that I was human, that I was a woman. It was the hunger of a predator.

I gasped, feeling the pull of his fangs, sharp against my skin. He drank, each pull dragging more of me away. It didn’t hurt, not exactly. But there was something worse—something far worse than pain. I felt... empty. Hollow. My body went heavy, the weight of it dragging me down.

My hands came up, weak, trembling, but they barely touched his arm. "Stop," I whispered, but the sound barely reached my own ears. My voice was so weak, it felt like it didn’t even belong to me anymore.

I wanted to push him away. I tried. But my arms, my hands—they were useless. I felt... so small. So fragile. His grip didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to notice. He just kept drinking, as if he didn’t care, as if I was nothing more than something to feed on.

I could feel my breath becoming shallow, my vision blurring at the edges. The world started to tilt, to fade. I wanted to scream, but no sound came. My body wouldn’t listen to me anymore. My mouth opened, but the only sound that left was a soft, strangled moan that didn’t even feel like my own.

Everything felt so distant. The fear, the panic—it was there, but it wasn’t close enough to hold on to. I felt myself fading, each heartbeat weaker than the last, as though the world was slowly dimming. My hands fell to my sides, and I couldn’t even feel them anymore. My limbs felt like they were made of lead, too heavy to move, too heavy to care.

"Please..." I’m not sure the word ever left my mouth. Maybe it was just a sound, a breath.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t care.

And then... nothing.

The world was gone, swallowed whole by the cold emptiness.