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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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?"
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."
"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.
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?"
"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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
That noise. He can hear it echoing from down the hallway, where he's hidden behind a clock. It's wide enough for him to fit behind, and he hopes that the ticking of the clock can coverup the sound of his heart, how hard he's breathing.
Why would a friend of Papa's do something so cruel? He doesn't understand, only knows that he wants to go to his Papa and he can't. Not if he wants to keep his Mama safe, too.
Kronid isn't being loud - but his voice still seems to carry, echoing, whispering like his lips are inches from the boy's ear. He doesn't run, the sound of his boots adding a downbeat to the rhythmic click click clicking of his tongue against his teeth and palette.
He hasn't found Herbert yet - but truth be told, he's not trying very hard. Sure, he could just drain the child. Hell, he could kill everyone here, easily, and take over the castle. But it just isn't his style, really...and besides, there is a part of him, long distant, that just -
Well, kids aren't worth it.
Tch tch tch. Tch tch tch. The clink of his coins, the tap of his boots.
Herbert covers both hands with his mouth, doing his best to stay quiet. Silent. He must be absolutely silent to win the game. Win the game and live. And hopefully save Mama, too.
He can't get the image of the man's blood soaked mouth out of his head, and he feels tears sliding down his face, over his hands where the cover his mouth.
Herbert sucks in a breath as the clock is pushed closer to the wall. Wishing he could be smaller, somehow. He doesn't want Mama hurt. He has to stay still, stay quiet. He has to win. Maybe the stranger will move on, look elsewhere.
Sharp ears can hear that terrified breath, even over the roll of thunder - his face splits in a wicked grin as he reaches out, placing his nails against the glass front of the clock and driving them forcefully downward. The resulting screeching sound is terrible.
He laughs at it.
"Isn't this fun?" Still singsong, a cat playing with a mouse just to be cruel.
"I know you're back there...how fast are you, I wonder, if you run?"
The nails against the glass make him yelp and cringe back against the wall.
"Do you want me to run, now? I'll run, fast as I can." For Mama, he'll run as fast and far as his feet will take him. All the way through the woods, if he has to.
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Date: 2022-03-05 03:50 am (UTC)Perhaps, just for one night, he can allow himself this.
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Date: 2022-03-05 04:08 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-03-05 04:34 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-03-05 04:41 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-03-05 04:53 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-03-05 05:08 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-03-05 05:17 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2022-03-05 05:27 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2022-03-05 05:33 am (UTC)"Please don't do this. I have a family, you know this. Think of my son -- " he begs, uselessly.
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Date: 2022-03-05 05:44 am (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2022-03-05 06:02 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-03-05 06:15 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2022-03-05 07:10 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2022-03-05 07:20 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-03-05 07:26 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2022-03-05 07:48 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2022-03-06 08:09 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-03-06 08:34 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-03-06 08:51 am (UTC)Why would a friend of Papa's do something so cruel? He doesn't understand, only knows that he wants to go to his Papa and he can't. Not if he wants to keep his Mama safe, too.
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Date: 2022-03-06 08:59 am (UTC)"Ready or not...here I come...."
Kronid isn't being loud - but his voice still seems to carry, echoing, whispering like his lips are inches from the boy's ear. He doesn't run, the sound of his boots adding a downbeat to the rhythmic click click clicking of his tongue against his teeth and palette.
He hasn't found Herbert yet - but truth be told, he's not trying very hard. Sure, he could just drain the child. Hell, he could kill everyone here, easily, and take over the castle. But it just isn't his style, really...and besides, there is a part of him, long distant, that just -
Well, kids aren't worth it.
Tch tch tch. Tch tch tch. The clink of his coins, the tap of his boots.
"Oh Herrrrrrrbert, where aaaaaaaaaare you...?"
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Date: 2022-03-06 09:12 am (UTC)He can't get the image of the man's blood soaked mouth out of his head, and he feels tears sliding down his face, over his hands where the cover his mouth.
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Date: 2022-03-06 09:19 am (UTC)And then he stops.
Right in front of the clock.
"Where, oh where could you be? You know...I could make you come out, if I wanted. But that would be cheating, wouldn't it?"
Turning towards the clock, he sets his toe against the base.
And he scoots it, just half an inch, towards the wall.
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Date: 2022-04-28 02:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-04-28 02:55 am (UTC)He laughs at it.
"Isn't this fun?" Still singsong, a cat playing with a mouse just to be cruel.
"I know you're back there...how fast are you, I wonder, if you run?"
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Date: 2022-04-28 03:02 am (UTC)"Do you want me to run, now? I'll run, fast as I can." For Mama, he'll run as fast and far as his feet will take him. All the way through the woods, if he has to.
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