Underworld: General Series
Title: Kraven's Hunger
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: The Regent himself
Prompt: 59: Food
Word Count: 240
Rating: PG13(?)
Author's Notes: He may appear to be a ninney in the movies, but he's still a vampire.
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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Kraven always loved the thrill of the hunt; to stalk, to lure and flatter his chosen victim into a false sense of trust. Then the over whelming sense of pleasure of the chase, the inevitable take down, followed by the scent of fear from the mortal. He required the touch and feel of human skin, flushed with warm thick blood just begging for him to sink his teeth into and drink until he was high with the flavor alone.
He loved the look on their faces; that look of something between awe, lust and outright terror; he could almost read their minds 'Vampires Don't Exist!'.
He would hold their gaze, that small knowing smirk flowing across his lips as immortal eyes shifted from dark drowning brown to cool predatory blue; the vampire would become high on the sounds his quarry made when it finally dawned upon them, they were doomed and all because of their own choice.
It would be then that he'd take them into his arms, hold them close, inhale the tantalizing scent of fright mixed with desire; nails turned talons would whisper along heated fragile skin creating thin red trails of hunger making his mouth to water; caress them almost like a lover would; murmur dark tantalizing and seductive words against such mortal flesh becoming intoxicated by their trembling. The vampire would tease them until they surrender to him utterly only then would he savor his feast.
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Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: The Regent himself
Prompt: 59: Food
Word Count: 240
Rating: PG13(?)
Author's Notes: He may appear to be a ninney in the movies, but he's still a vampire.
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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Kraven always loved the thrill of the hunt; to stalk, to lure and flatter his chosen victim into a false sense of trust. Then the over whelming sense of pleasure of the chase, the inevitable take down, followed by the scent of fear from the mortal. He required the touch and feel of human skin, flushed with warm thick blood just begging for him to sink his teeth into and drink until he was high with the flavor alone.
He loved the look on their faces; that look of something between awe, lust and outright terror; he could almost read their minds 'Vampires Don't Exist!'.
He would hold their gaze, that small knowing smirk flowing across his lips as immortal eyes shifted from dark drowning brown to cool predatory blue; the vampire would become high on the sounds his quarry made when it finally dawned upon them, they were doomed and all because of their own choice.
It would be then that he'd take them into his arms, hold them close, inhale the tantalizing scent of fright mixed with desire; nails turned talons would whisper along heated fragile skin creating thin red trails of hunger making his mouth to water; caress them almost like a lover would; murmur dark tantalizing and seductive words against such mortal flesh becoming intoxicated by their trembling. The vampire would tease them until they surrender to him utterly only then would he savor his feast.
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