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Kronid is shorter than Georg, for all his presence...so it's through his eyelashes that he looks up as he draws just a little closer, his voice a low, alluring purr.
"...I assure you, the pleasure is all mine."
He wets his lips a little, expression shifting to something...dark, mysterious.
And then, as quickly as he started, he pulls back, sliding his hand just past Georg's waist to the doorknob, pushing the door open.
"...I assure you, the pleasure is all mine."
He wets his lips a little, expression shifting to something...dark, mysterious.
And then, as quickly as he started, he pulls back, sliding his hand just past Georg's waist to the doorknob, pushing the door open.
Georg lets out a low, breathless noise. Like he's been punched, instead of simply having Kronid's hand against his waist briefly.
He rests his hand against Kronid's chest, lingering for a moment before he tries to move past him. "I'll... leave you to your rest. Have a good evening."
He rests his hand against Kronid's chest, lingering for a moment before he tries to move past him. "I'll... leave you to your rest. Have a good evening."
When Georg's hand lands against his chest, he lets out a low, rumbling hum - purposefully, so that the vibration buzzes against the man's palm. His hands move to slide the borrowed robe from his shoulders, giving it back, smelling of him, of soil, of something coppery, of tobacco and woods.
"...Good evening, Georg," he nearly whispers...and then pushes into the room, walking over towards the bed. Without even waiting for the door to shut, he starts to pull his shirt off...and he sings. Softly, in very old Romanian, but clearly, pushing his voice out, out to his prey.
"...Follow me...trust the night...."
"...Good evening, Georg," he nearly whispers...and then pushes into the room, walking over towards the bed. Without even waiting for the door to shut, he starts to pull his shirt off...and he sings. Softly, in very old Romanian, but clearly, pushing his voice out, out to his prey.
"...Follow me...trust the night...."
That feeling again. That... light headedness. A sort of separation from himself. He closes his eyes and tries to take a breath to steady himself, but everything is wrapped up in Kronid's scent. His soft, melodious singing.
He steps back into the room and sets the candelabra down, closing the door behind him. "Let me..." he starts to say, but the thought gets lost somewhere.
He steps back into the room and sets the candelabra down, closing the door behind him. "Let me..." he starts to say, but the thought gets lost somewhere.
Kronid turns towards Georg as he enters, raising his voice a little when the door shuts. His body is lean, even scrawny - but there's something almost snakelike in the way he moves, taking a step forward, unblinking.
"...Only the night can save your soul...."
Pulling him in, relentlessly now. The hammer of his heart is ringing in Kronid's ears, unbearable. He's salivating, fighting the slow drop of his fangs back as long as he can.
"...Only the night can save your soul...."
Pulling him in, relentlessly now. The hammer of his heart is ringing in Kronid's ears, unbearable. He's salivating, fighting the slow drop of his fangs back as long as he can.
The firelight flickers off of Kronid's pale skin and Georg lets out a small noise at the sight of him. Pained and pitifuly, even as he moves forward towards him, fists clenching at his sides. He reaches out to trail his fingers over Kronid's chest, lips parted slightly.
"I can't," he whispers, stepping into Kronid's space. Gaze falling to his lips. "I shouldn't."
"I can't," he whispers, stepping into Kronid's space. Gaze falling to his lips. "I shouldn't."
"...Curse the day and its power...."
Well-practiced hands move out and up to the other man's shoulders as a warm hand meets his cold chest...preparing just in case Georg notices there is no heartbeat beneath that cold skin. One hand slithers across his collarbone to the collar of his nightshirt, long nails nimbly unfastening one button, then another.
Not long now. The protestations fall uselessly on the vampire. He knows Georg is already lost.
"...Free the longing...from all its chains...."
He closes more distance between them, leaving his lips only an inch or two away from Georg's. Tempting him, beguiling him. INVITING him.
Well-practiced hands move out and up to the other man's shoulders as a warm hand meets his cold chest...preparing just in case Georg notices there is no heartbeat beneath that cold skin. One hand slithers across his collarbone to the collar of his nightshirt, long nails nimbly unfastening one button, then another.
Not long now. The protestations fall uselessly on the vampire. He knows Georg is already lost.
"...Free the longing...from all its chains...."
He closes more distance between them, leaving his lips only an inch or two away from Georg's. Tempting him, beguiling him. INVITING him.
He hates himself for this... this weakness. For giving in to his baser side like this. He cups his hand over Kronid's jaw, exhaling a shuddering breath as he crushes their mouths together. He wraps his arm around the other man's waist to haul him close, sighing in relief at the feeling of their bodies so close together.
Perhaps, just for one night, he can allow himself this.
Perhaps, just for one night, he can allow himself this.
And just like that, Georg is beyond escape.
Kronid hums low in his throat as he is kissed, nearly purring at the feeling of his cold body pressed against such warmth. He reciprocates the kiss, hungrily, pulling at Georg's shirt now, tugging it clear of his neck, his shoulders.
He pushes his body up against the larger man's, thigh firmly between his legs, pushing him steadily towards the bed.
If Georg finds even a moment of lucidity, he might notice something strange about the kiss...the coppery taste from what had been in the teacup on the stranger's tongue, the point of fangs hidden behind those tight-lipped smiles.
It's too late, even if he does notice.
Kronid hums low in his throat as he is kissed, nearly purring at the feeling of his cold body pressed against such warmth. He reciprocates the kiss, hungrily, pulling at Georg's shirt now, tugging it clear of his neck, his shoulders.
He pushes his body up against the larger man's, thigh firmly between his legs, pushing him steadily towards the bed.
If Georg finds even a moment of lucidity, he might notice something strange about the kiss...the coppery taste from what had been in the teacup on the stranger's tongue, the point of fangs hidden behind those tight-lipped smiles.
It's too late, even if he does notice.
It's all he can do not to work himself against Kronid's thigh as they kiss. Instead, he moves back towards the bed, pulling Kronid with him. He breaks the kiss long enough to sit on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to smear a messy kiss across the man's hip before he tugs at him, encouraging him to come down and sit in his lap.
There are flashes, here and there, of lucidity. Realizing how -- frankly stupid this is, sleeping with a strange man just down the hall from where his wife and child are sleeping. He thinks of pulling away but the scent and taste of him is intoxicating.
There are flashes, here and there, of lucidity. Realizing how -- frankly stupid this is, sleeping with a strange man just down the hall from where his wife and child are sleeping. He thinks of pulling away but the scent and taste of him is intoxicating.
It's a shame, really, that Kronid is so hungry right now. That sloppy kiss against his hip, the pulling - this man would probably be a pretty fun partner, and Kronid hadn't gotten properly laid in...oh, a couple of nights.
But he's on task right now, and he growls a little as he straddles the other man's lap, long, grimy nails tracing down Georg's back - and then, after a moment, digging in for a sharp, deep scratch. He bears his hips down, moaning low, but it's not from the friction.
It's from the scent of blood, from the short gouge he had just made between the man's shoulderblades. Playing with his food a little before going in for the kill.
But he's on task right now, and he growls a little as he straddles the other man's lap, long, grimy nails tracing down Georg's back - and then, after a moment, digging in for a sharp, deep scratch. He bears his hips down, moaning low, but it's not from the friction.
It's from the scent of blood, from the short gouge he had just made between the man's shoulderblades. Playing with his food a little before going in for the kill.
He gasps and shudders at the feeling of nails against his back. His hands gripping Kronid's ass to encourage him to press down, rocking up against him in return. He hasn't done something like this in many, many years. Not since university, really, but the feeling is as familiar as it is new.
Distantly, he smells something metallic, but his lips are against Kronid's chest, his collarbone, and Georg can't be bothered with anything outside of the feeling of the other man's body.
Distantly, he smells something metallic, but his lips are against Kronid's chest, his collarbone, and Georg can't be bothered with anything outside of the feeling of the other man's body.
Press down he does - he can feel the other man hardening under him, and, well. This is all easier if he's distracted, isn't it?
Firmly, he grabs a fistful of Georg's hair to pull him away from kissing at his chest - and then he flattens it against one of his pecs, pushing him back, down against the bed. He brings the fingers that had been against the other man's back to his lips, licking the blood from them with a little hum...and he looks down at his prey, moving his hips in a relentless grind.
Something is clearly...not quite right with this man. His gray blue eyes look sort of glassy, almost glowing in the dim light...and as he drops down, still grinding, to try to pin Georg's wrists above his head, he finally allows himself a full grin.
Showing off all six wicked fangs, all his canines and upper incisors long, wicked points.
Firmly, he grabs a fistful of Georg's hair to pull him away from kissing at his chest - and then he flattens it against one of his pecs, pushing him back, down against the bed. He brings the fingers that had been against the other man's back to his lips, licking the blood from them with a little hum...and he looks down at his prey, moving his hips in a relentless grind.
Something is clearly...not quite right with this man. His gray blue eyes look sort of glassy, almost glowing in the dim light...and as he drops down, still grinding, to try to pin Georg's wrists above his head, he finally allows himself a full grin.
Showing off all six wicked fangs, all his canines and upper incisors long, wicked points.
He doesn't resist, doesn't want to resist as Kronid pushes him back against the bed. He can feel himself hardening under the other man's grinding, his own hips twitching, pushing up to try and seek out more and more.
Georg raises his arms above his head to let Kronid hold him there, barely noticing the sting at his back from the scratches.
But then --
-- then Kronid smiles at him like that, and Georg's eyes go wide with shock. With horror. "What -- are you?"
Georg raises his arms above his head to let Kronid hold him there, barely noticing the sting at his back from the scratches.
But then --
-- then Kronid smiles at him like that, and Georg's eyes go wide with shock. With horror. "What -- are you?"
There it goes. The penny has dropped. There's a part of him that still feels just a little bad about this.
But most of him thinks this part is terribly, TERRIBLY FUN.
"Oh, Georg," he purrs, his tone dark, as sharp as his fangs. "I could be a lot of things. I'm a lost traveler in the night. I'm a novelty. Maybe I'm even a test from whatever God you pray to...one that it seems like you've failed." His hands grip Georg's wrists tight, tight, tighter.
"Mostly, though...I'm starving. And I do feel a bit badly about this. You seem like such a good, honest man."
But most of him thinks this part is terribly, TERRIBLY FUN.
"Oh, Georg," he purrs, his tone dark, as sharp as his fangs. "I could be a lot of things. I'm a lost traveler in the night. I'm a novelty. Maybe I'm even a test from whatever God you pray to...one that it seems like you've failed." His hands grip Georg's wrists tight, tight, tighter.
"Mostly, though...I'm starving. And I do feel a bit badly about this. You seem like such a good, honest man."
"No -- no." He pushes against Kronid's grip, but he seems to have an irontight hold on him. He tries, in vain, to get a leg between them perhaps. To kick him off, but Kronid seems immovable.
"Please don't do this. I have a family, you know this. Think of my son -- " he begs, uselessly.
"Please don't do this. I have a family, you know this. Think of my son -- " he begs, uselessly.
There is no escape now for Georg. The man on top of him holds tight, the struggles only coaxing a little laugh
"Well, now, you should be thankful you got to say good night to him one last time, then. And maybe, just maybe, he'll grow up knowing better than to let just anyone in." Repositioning the man's wrists so that they are close enough together he can hold both of them with one hand. Once he's done this, he traces his hands around Georg's throat, brushing his long, dark hair clear of his neck. Making very, very clear his intent.
"If I wait for a clap of thunder, do you think he'll still hear you screaming?"
"Well, now, you should be thankful you got to say good night to him one last time, then. And maybe, just maybe, he'll grow up knowing better than to let just anyone in." Repositioning the man's wrists so that they are close enough together he can hold both of them with one hand. Once he's done this, he traces his hands around Georg's throat, brushing his long, dark hair clear of his neck. Making very, very clear his intent.
"If I wait for a clap of thunder, do you think he'll still hear you screaming?"
"I will kill you if you touch my son," he snarls even as his head is being pushed to the side. It's more or less an empty threat, given how strong Kronid has shown himself to be, but it's out before he can quite realize how ridiculous he sounds.
He's panting, straining against Kronid's grip, baring his teeth in a growl as Kronid pushes his hair out of his way to bare his neck.
He's panting, straining against Kronid's grip, baring his teeth in a growl as Kronid pushes his hair out of his way to bare his neck.
Another cruel laugh tumbles from the vampire's lips at that comment. "That would be very impressive if you could, Georg. Many have tried. No one has succeeded, clearly. I could get off of you, let you go, let you RUN and HIDE, and you'd be dead in moments anyway. I can hear eeeeeverything."
Bending down, he runs his tongue in a long swipe up Georg's neck. Teasing him, even rutting their hips together a couple more times.
He's twisting the proverbial knife, he knows, but he's gotta have his fun somewhere.
"Any last words? I could pass them on, you know."
Bending down, he runs his tongue in a long swipe up Georg's neck. Teasing him, even rutting their hips together a couple more times.
He's twisting the proverbial knife, he knows, but he's gotta have his fun somewhere.
"Any last words? I could pass them on, you know."
He'd heard tales on these sorts of creatures, of course. Fairy stories, he'd though, to keep children from going out too late at night.
Oh, how wrong he had been.
"You're a monster," he hisses. "Kill me, then. Kill me and leave this house for good. Let me satiate your need for blood."
Oh, how wrong he had been.
"You're a monster," he hisses. "Kill me, then. Kill me and leave this house for good. Let me satiate your need for blood."
"Yes. Yes I am."
The gentle hand that had been brushing hair from Georg's neck suddenly grips his jaw, driving his head down and to one side. Kronid stoops down, whispering right into his ear -
"I'm never satiated, Georg. It never ends. But you'll do for now.
Sie bereit."
With a flash of fangs and an animal hiss, he plunges his fangs into the man's neck, moaning with relief as blood washes over his tongue. He starts to drink with no sign of stopping, an animal finally getting to feed.
The gentle hand that had been brushing hair from Georg's neck suddenly grips his jaw, driving his head down and to one side. Kronid stoops down, whispering right into his ear -
"I'm never satiated, Georg. It never ends. But you'll do for now.
Sie bereit."
With a flash of fangs and an animal hiss, he plunges his fangs into the man's neck, moaning with relief as blood washes over his tongue. He starts to drink with no sign of stopping, an animal finally getting to feed.
He doesn't scream. For the sake of his family, he doesn't scream. He grits his teeth against a pained noise, exhaling in a hiss. The world starts to swim in front of his eyes, going grey around the edges.
Distantly, he hears the door open. "Papa?" he hears, and shuts his eyes tightly against tears. Not Herbert. Please, not Herbert.
"Papa, I heard the thunder again, and -- Papa?"
"Herbert -- " he manages to get out. "Herbert, run."
Distantly, he hears the door open. "Papa?" he hears, and shuts his eyes tightly against tears. Not Herbert. Please, not Herbert.
"Papa, I heard the thunder again, and -- Papa?"
"Herbert -- " he manages to get out. "Herbert, run."
For a moment, Kronid is lost in it - he had been subsisting on animal blood for a couple of weeks now, and with his power, at his age...oh, he was just unbearably thirsty. Greed, gutteral noises come from him as his body shudders over Georg's -
And then he hears that he has company.
Pulling back, face smeared all over with blood, he grins at the child, paying no mind to the dying man underneath him.
"Hello, Herbert," he purrs, voice sickeningly sweet. "Your Papa is right. You'd better run. In fact...how are you at Hide and Seek?" He climbs off of the bed, walking slowly towards the little one, covered in his father's blood.
"Because I'd love to play with you. And if you don't play...I'm going to eat your Mama, too.
I'll even give you a head start.
GO."
And then he hears that he has company.
Pulling back, face smeared all over with blood, he grins at the child, paying no mind to the dying man underneath him.
"Hello, Herbert," he purrs, voice sickeningly sweet. "Your Papa is right. You'd better run. In fact...how are you at Hide and Seek?" He climbs off of the bed, walking slowly towards the little one, covered in his father's blood.
"Because I'd love to play with you. And if you don't play...I'm going to eat your Mama, too.
I'll even give you a head start.
GO."
Herbert is frightened. Terrified. His Papa is lying on the bed, bleeding. And this man with his face covered in blood is telling him to play hide and seek. He doesn't want to, not with this man.
But the man says if he doesn't, he'll eat Mama, too. And so, Herbert bares his teeth in a snarl at the man before running off to try and find a safe spot to hide.
But the man says if he doesn't, he'll eat Mama, too. And so, Herbert bares his teeth in a snarl at the man before running off to try and find a safe spot to hide.
Hah. Cute.
Twisting where he stands, he looks to Georg, lazily wiping his lips with the back of his hand and licking it clean. "He's just a little one," he chuckles, moving to stand over his prey. "So I'll give him a healthy head start. And you...you don't have long left, anyhow. Not a thing you could do to stop me."
Strolling to the side of the bed, he leans down, licking at the wound on Georg's throat before resting his chin on his hand. Casual. Playful, even.
"You just stay right here. I'll come finish you off after I finish playing with your little boy. After all...you said it yourself. That he would just adore my little trick."
Kissing his victim on the forehead, he turns, moving towards the door, rolling his tongue in a steady click.
Tch tch tch.
Tch. Tch. Tch.
Twisting where he stands, he looks to Georg, lazily wiping his lips with the back of his hand and licking it clean. "He's just a little one," he chuckles, moving to stand over his prey. "So I'll give him a healthy head start. And you...you don't have long left, anyhow. Not a thing you could do to stop me."
Strolling to the side of the bed, he leans down, licking at the wound on Georg's throat before resting his chin on his hand. Casual. Playful, even.
"You just stay right here. I'll come finish you off after I finish playing with your little boy. After all...you said it yourself. That he would just adore my little trick."
Kissing his victim on the forehead, he turns, moving towards the door, rolling his tongue in a steady click.
Tch tch tch.
Tch. Tch. Tch.
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