Hoyt Fortenberry could feel the heart rate of yet another young woman, the fifth woman of the night, and yet there was another one left to go. A young blonde woman who lay subdued on a motel sofa, tears prickling from her eyes as she squirmed in her seat unable to move, unable to scream, unable to do anything but watch as her friend lay in his arms after being subjected to a traumatic beating. Hoyt found the thrill in holding this dominance over them, with being able to feed and not have to worry about the chase, he had already done that and succeeded with such animalistic grace that it would hold even the youngest or older vampires in awe. Watching as they exited a local bar, giddy with laughter as she stumbled from the strong influence that alcohol had on their small bodies, Hoyt's sense of smell had increased over his many years as a vampire, being able to sense out what kind of blood flowed through their veins - both virgin blood.
It had been quite a while since Hoyt had enjoyed a banquet of virgin blood, a particular favorite of his, one he openly indulged in when he could, it almost drove him to a point of pure ecstasy, a piece of blissful heaven, one that could not be found easily. As her battered body, broken and frail lay in his arms as he continued to lap up the blood that flowed freely from a large torn open wound on her neck, blistered with blood her muffled screams had become less frequent as she no longer had the strength to fight against him. Her skin pale and dusted with beads of sweat as Hoyt had dragged out the pain he had been inflicting, he enjoyed the thrill, just as much as loved sex. But these two girl he would not taint with his forcefulness, he would drain them dry to the peak of his own pleasure that he was inflicting.
One last mouthful of her blood and he was dead, no a single drop left in her body, it filled him in more ways he could not explain, the thrill of the kill, his body coursing with fresh 'virgin' blood that brought him to his own pleasurable heightened climax as he withdrew his fangs, letting his tongue caress across his soft wet lips as he lapped up any remaining blood that had escaped his mouth, savoring it as a fine wine, his eyes fluttering as he was brought down from his bliss. Her eyes glazed as a single tear trickled down her cheek, her once ruby lips had now become dull and lifeless, his bloodied fingers traced delicately across her frozen cold face, his eyes hazed with no life. Hoyt smirked as the blood on his fingers left a trail across her cheek, admiring his own work, he grinned at the pleasure that she had brought him.
Dropping the lifeless girl to the bed as it rolled to drop onto the floor, Hoyt stood and stretched, the muscles in his arms flexing with the surge of new strength that he believed 'virgin' blood brought him, sending a warmth through his veins that he had not felt since he was human. A tint of his former life flooded him, something that he did not revel in, only angered him to his fiery core, his eyes glinting against the dim light that illuminated from the dull lamp by the front door. His pupils dilated black, the white's of his eyes were consumed by the desire of his own blood lust that would never leave, he hungered for more.
"Your turn" he whispered.
Stalking across the motel room, the young blood woman who sat alone on the sofa, her eyes puffed and red from her tears that had fallen freely through the episode of watching her friend being subjected to a horrendous torture that he had subjected her to. Hoyt knelt down to her eye level, blood smearing his mouth and his hands as he played coyly with a stray lock of her golden blonde hair. Her breathing becoming erratic, her heart pumping away, sounding of a large tribal drum.
"P-please....don't kill me" she whimpered.
"Don't kill you...Now why would I want to kill you?" he smirked sadistically at her.
She reverted her eyes from his and glanced across to her friend who laid dead on the motel room floor, her legs being the only thing that she could see. The once white crisp bed sheets that were now soaked freshly with blood, the heavy scent of innocent blood swirled around Hoyt in thick waves of temptation.
"No...I am not going to kill you. What's your name?" he asked in a much softer tone.
"M-Melissa. My name is Melissa" she choked out.
Hoyt wiped his blooded hand on his dark pants, and offered the girl his faded blood stained hand.
"Melissa...Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl" Hoyt smiled softly and ran his hand down her cheek and across her plump lips.
"Your lips are so soft when you cry" he whispered and smirked with a glint in his eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked hesitantly.
"Nothing...Absolutely nothing...Your free to go" he indicated to the door behind him.
She looked on hesitantly and frightened as she twiddled her thumbs in her lap as she bit down on her lip as she stood up from the seat, she took a small step towards the door as Hoyt watched on smirking.
"Go!" Hoyt said more forcefully as Melissa ran the short distance to the door, as soon as her hand reached the handle she was forced against the door as Hoyt pressed her against the door with his large frame.
"Please....please let me go" she whimpered as cries echoed quietly.
"All I want is a taste" Hoyt smirked as he sunk his fangs into her exposed neck as his hands locked in around her waist, feeling his hardened length press against her hip as his tongue lapped at the blood that flowed freely from her neck.
Feeling her writhe against his growing erection trying to escape his arms which only tightened around her as her blood flowed into his mouth, her erratic heart beat increased further with each painful pull he made.
"S-stop" she whimpered again, her voice becoming faint as her eyes flickered as she took her last breath as her body slumped against his as her took his last mouthful of her blood and let her body fall to the floor in a heap.
"Just one last taste" he smirked.
Placing each of his bloodied fingers and savoring the blood as he licked them clean, he had quenched his first for the time being, glancing back at the two lifeless bodies on the floor he opened the motel door and sped out into the night in search of another to meet his fill for the remaining night ahead, all sorts of plans he had in mind, he needed to find one to meet his tastes. He may even let them live...or maybe not.
It had been quite a while since Hoyt had enjoyed a banquet of virgin blood, a particular favorite of his, one he openly indulged in when he could, it almost drove him to a point of pure ecstasy, a piece of blissful heaven, one that could not be found easily. As her battered body, broken and frail lay in his arms as he continued to lap up the blood that flowed freely from a large torn open wound on her neck, blistered with blood her muffled screams had become less frequent as she no longer had the strength to fight against him. Her skin pale and dusted with beads of sweat as Hoyt had dragged out the pain he had been inflicting, he enjoyed the thrill, just as much as loved sex. But these two girl he would not taint with his forcefulness, he would drain them dry to the peak of his own pleasure that he was inflicting.
One last mouthful of her blood and he was dead, no a single drop left in her body, it filled him in more ways he could not explain, the thrill of the kill, his body coursing with fresh 'virgin' blood that brought him to his own pleasurable heightened climax as he withdrew his fangs, letting his tongue caress across his soft wet lips as he lapped up any remaining blood that had escaped his mouth, savoring it as a fine wine, his eyes fluttering as he was brought down from his bliss. Her eyes glazed as a single tear trickled down her cheek, her once ruby lips had now become dull and lifeless, his bloodied fingers traced delicately across her frozen cold face, his eyes hazed with no life. Hoyt smirked as the blood on his fingers left a trail across her cheek, admiring his own work, he grinned at the pleasure that she had brought him.
Dropping the lifeless girl to the bed as it rolled to drop onto the floor, Hoyt stood and stretched, the muscles in his arms flexing with the surge of new strength that he believed 'virgin' blood brought him, sending a warmth through his veins that he had not felt since he was human. A tint of his former life flooded him, something that he did not revel in, only angered him to his fiery core, his eyes glinting against the dim light that illuminated from the dull lamp by the front door. His pupils dilated black, the white's of his eyes were consumed by the desire of his own blood lust that would never leave, he hungered for more.
"Your turn" he whispered.
Stalking across the motel room, the young blood woman who sat alone on the sofa, her eyes puffed and red from her tears that had fallen freely through the episode of watching her friend being subjected to a horrendous torture that he had subjected her to. Hoyt knelt down to her eye level, blood smearing his mouth and his hands as he played coyly with a stray lock of her golden blonde hair. Her breathing becoming erratic, her heart pumping away, sounding of a large tribal drum.
"P-please....don't kill me" she whimpered.
"Don't kill you...Now why would I want to kill you?" he smirked sadistically at her.
She reverted her eyes from his and glanced across to her friend who laid dead on the motel room floor, her legs being the only thing that she could see. The once white crisp bed sheets that were now soaked freshly with blood, the heavy scent of innocent blood swirled around Hoyt in thick waves of temptation.
"No...I am not going to kill you. What's your name?" he asked in a much softer tone.
"M-Melissa. My name is Melissa" she choked out.
Hoyt wiped his blooded hand on his dark pants, and offered the girl his faded blood stained hand.
"Melissa...Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl" Hoyt smiled softly and ran his hand down her cheek and across her plump lips.
"Your lips are so soft when you cry" he whispered and smirked with a glint in his eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked hesitantly.
"Nothing...Absolutely nothing...Your free to go" he indicated to the door behind him.
She looked on hesitantly and frightened as she twiddled her thumbs in her lap as she bit down on her lip as she stood up from the seat, she took a small step towards the door as Hoyt watched on smirking.
"Go!" Hoyt said more forcefully as Melissa ran the short distance to the door, as soon as her hand reached the handle she was forced against the door as Hoyt pressed her against the door with his large frame.
"Please....please let me go" she whimpered as cries echoed quietly.
"All I want is a taste" Hoyt smirked as he sunk his fangs into her exposed neck as his hands locked in around her waist, feeling his hardened length press against her hip as his tongue lapped at the blood that flowed freely from her neck.
Feeling her writhe against his growing erection trying to escape his arms which only tightened around her as her blood flowed into his mouth, her erratic heart beat increased further with each painful pull he made.
"S-stop" she whimpered again, her voice becoming faint as her eyes flickered as she took her last breath as her body slumped against his as her took his last mouthful of her blood and let her body fall to the floor in a heap.
"Just one last taste" he smirked.
Placing each of his bloodied fingers and savoring the blood as he licked them clean, he had quenched his first for the time being, glancing back at the two lifeless bodies on the floor he opened the motel door and sped out into the night in search of another to meet his fill for the remaining night ahead, all sorts of plans he had in mind, he needed to find one to meet his tastes. He may even let them live...or maybe not.
