The Unholy Trio Chapter 15: the gift
Title: The Unholy Trio Chapter 15 - The gift
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoochun x OC
Genre: horror, angst, het
Length: chapter 15 of ?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: three unnatural creatures find solace in each other’s company
A/N: don’t mind me; I sometimes throw in some het in my stories. Here’s a small little interim chapter. Enjoy.
As the village burned around him; an undead creature surveyed the carnage he was responsible for. In one hand he held a saber; blood dripping from the blade; the other gripped a pistol, smoke still billowing from the barrel. The torn bodies of a dozen villagers lay at his feet. His mission was clear; find the gypsy girl who got away and kill her.
He ignored the smoke and the flames which surrounded him; walking with purpose to the last remaining hut which stood intact, he sheathed his sword and returned his pistol to its holster; weapons weren’t needed to take down a girl who was no more than a child.
The door was kicked in; eyes heightened by his unnatural power, he scoured the shadows.
“Come out girl,” he called in a deep, raspy voice. “I can smell you.”
A shadow darted across the walls; he cried out and fell to his knees as a silver blade cut across his hamstring.
“Clever girl,” he chuckled, ignoring the pain. “Shall we play?”
Red eyes glowed in the dark; fangs extended; drops of blood from his victims lingering on the very tips. He licked them and savored every drop.
“Come girl,” he entreated the gypsy child, “come show yourself.”
From the shadows she crept forward; unafraid of the undead creature who threatened to kill her.
“I know who you are. They called you The Lion whilst you lived; but now you are nothing but a filthy dog. I will slay thee, Nosferatu,” she spoke with confidence, her voice surprisingly steady
An evil laugh came from deep within the creature’s throat.
“We shall see…”
The creature charged the girl and easily overtook her but not before another searing pain shot through his body; the silver blade cutting across his neck. He hissed; fangs drawn at the ready to rip out the girl’s throat. He shook her wrist until the silver blade dropped from her grasp.
“I see why they want you dead,” he whispered into her throat; his deadly fangs scraping against her skin.
“You are special and possess a rare gift. Not only are you courageous and swift, but you can’t be glamored.”
The creature licked her skin and shivered. Inhaling her scent, he felt his length harden. It had been ages since he had been inside a human; his clan leaders forbidding him to have relations with an inferior species. But this girl was young and still a virgin. He could smell and taste her innocence and it was driving him wild.
The thought of taking her virginity made his cock twitch. His hands lifted up her skirts; she did not squirm or flinch; spreading her legs willingly, she gave him easy access to the moist flesh between her thighs.
“Fight me,” he entreated her, but the girl encouraged him instead; small fingers entwining in his long, dark hair.
“Like silk,” she moaned into his neck as he pressed her up against the wall; her tongue licking the cut she gave him and he hissed.
“You are dangerous,” he breathed as the girls legs wrapped around his waist.
The gypsy girls pulse raced as she felt the velvety hardness of his sex rub against her mound; she bit down hard on the open wound on the creatures neck as the head of his cock broke through her barrier.
Fingers found their way inside his linen shirt; his skin cool and smooth to the touch. She gasped as she felt life pulse beneath her palm.
“Your heart beats?” she spoke in between gasps for air.
He laughed as he thrust deep inside her.
“And I thought you were a clever girl. How else could I be so stiff inside you and give you so much pleasure?”
“But you are Nosferatu, undead. How is this possible?”
Strong hands grasped her hips; her tiny body shuddered as he speared her hard and fast.
“You talk too much.”
Full lips engulfed her mouth; the creatures tongue forcing its way between her teeth; she responded in kind; ignoring the metallic taste of blood that still lingered upon it.
Her insides quivered and squeezed tightly around his girth; he groaned; body bucking forward as he spilled.
He held her fast until he emptied every last drop of his cum inside her.
“You’re a good fuck girl,” he said while regaining his composure. “Don’t worry. You’re not pregnant. I know you haven’t started to bleed yet.”
The girl stood silent as the Nosferatu dressed himself. He turned and stared at her, a puzzled look on his face.
“I don’t understand. Why didn’t you fight me?”
She watched him diligently as he bent over to pick up the silver knife.
“Perhaps you glamored me after all,” she replied.
He flashed a bright smile at her and she blushed.
“Here. Take your blade. Stay off the road. Don’t talk to anyone. Just keep running.”
She took the knife from him, her hands shaking. He was so close to her now. The thought of plunging the dagger into his heart did not escape her mind, but instead she sheathed it and straightened out her skirts.
“Aren’t you supposed to kill me?” she asked.
She stared into his dark, almond eyes and saw something she didn’t think an undead creature could possess; compassion.
“Don’t question me. Do as I say.”
The gypsy girl sighed deeply.
“They will kill you for letting me go. Why not run away with me?”
The Nosferatu frowned.
“And what will I do with you? You are human. You will grow old and die.”
Slender fingers touched his pale face.
“Turn me; make me a vampire.”
The Nosferatu shot her an angry glance.
“Never. I was taken against my will. I vow never to do the same.”
A delicate thumb swept across his bee-stung lips.
“I will give myself willingly to you.”
He shook his head.
“They will hunt us both. We will never be safe.”
They left the hut, the gypsy girl gasping in horror as she saw the carnage and realized that the blood of the villagers was on her hands
He turned away from her, not daring to look into her eyes.
“You see what kind of a monster I am. Why would you want to go anywhere with me?”
Tears fell from the girls eyes.
“This is all my fault. I don’t deserve to live.”
“Run girl,” he yelled at her. “Run and never stop running.”
His beautiful face distorted; eyes blood red and furious; fangs gnashing and threatening to rip her to shreds.
She ran off into the woods, sobbing and mumbling under her breath.
“You will be free of them one day, I know it.”
He watched as she faded from view; his attention drawn once more to the tiny village and the lives of all those he had taken. A wave of remorse overtook the beautiful Nosferatu; he fell to his knees and wept.
“Forgive me,” he cried in the darkness. “Run girl, run. Be safe.”