Title: Silk

Rating: R

Genre: General

Warnings: Violence, blood, implied bad things

Word Count: 521

Author: EmeraldDragon

Silk

He had silk sheets, somehow she wasn’t surprised. He thought so highly of himself, it suited him.

He was cold, like he had been soaking in ice water. That did surprise her, though she had never really considered it before. She simply assumed he would be warm like all others.

She willed herself to move, at least far enough so they weren’t touching. But his poison was deep in her veins now, paralyzing, like a butterfly in a web. Not even her heart had the energy to race as his fangs sank into her breast and hot blood oozed forth. She could not even scream from pain.

How long had she been here? It seemed like days, as he ripped open wounds and let them close, only to reopen them. He tore her and broke her, like an old toy. Long clawed fingers dug into virgin flesh, laughed at the tears she was unable to shed.

“He’s not coming, you know,” he cooed as he sliced into the tender flesh just below her ear. “He’s with the other. But you saw them too, didn’t you? You saw how he held her.” Another cut, this one directly across her collarbone. “How he kissed her.” His fangs opened a new wound on her lips before forcing on her a bloody kiss. “What do you think they are doing now? Perhaps entwined as we are?” She wept as he tore through flesh that would never heal.

When he finished, he stepped back and peered down at her, licking blood from his lips. His black hair was wet from it. Smiling, he leaned close to her ear, gliding his tongue up her throat. “She was mine once, and he took her away. How fitting that you hoped so desperately to belong to him, yet he chose the one with no future.”

He left her then, laid out like a broken doll on the torn white silk. Blood soaked the sheets around her, glistening in the morning light as it came through the window. The poison kept it running slow, so she would not bleed out too fast.

Time rolled by as if on cat’s paws, creeping silently, steadily, stealthily onward. She watched the window as morning turned to midday to evening as the poison held her in its grasp.

Finally, just as the moon was rising, she heard it. His angry roar brought her a mixture of hope and trepidation. He had come for her and nothing would stand in his path – not even hell itself. Yet, he would find her as she had been left, perfectly arranged on a bed of blood and silk, a new doll for him to mourn.

The door opened with a bang and they saw each other. His beautiful golden eyes widening in horror, her gentle blue wishing they could look anywhere but at him. He spoke her name as a reverent whisper as he moved to her side. She wanted to cry, as much for him as for herself.

He climbed in next to her, not minding the blood as he gathered her to his chest.

“Not again...”

A/N: This one took 3rd this month.