Title: The Forest
Author: alix_bekins
Genre: Original Fiction
Word Count: 592
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
Author's Notes: I found this short bit of heterosexual vampire fiction on my hard-drive recently and thought I'd share it...


The Forest

I walk through the forest, timid and jumpy, knowing it's not where I belong. That it isn't safe. So little is safe these days, in the dark. The urban streets are cold and lonely, and the pavement cries out in thirst for violence. Brutish thugs lurk in every shadowed corner and a well-dressed stranger may snatch you away to his house for sadistic tortures beyond your imagining. And the forest, well... It's not safe, even in the daylight.

I'm not just being paranoid; bodies are found here all the time, pale and lifeless, clothes torn, hair in disarray, expressions of obscene pleasure on the corpses' faces. They look, in point of fact, disturbingly as if they were in the middle of a fantastic fuck when suddenly they just dropped dead and their partner fled.

A partner who seems to have a penchant for dark purple hickeys all over the upper body.

So why am I here? That's what I'm wondering as I creep along the footpath, trying not to make any noise, step on leaves, rustle my coat, breathe too loudly. Why am I here? The only reply is the blood thrumming in my ears.

The forest is old; the trees are twisted oaks who probably have had unspeakable ancient rites conducted under their spreading arms. The floor is soft and damp from the recent rain, and the air is thick and heavy with the scent of decaying green. Even in spring, with new life thrusting forth in abandon, death never relinquishes its hold here in the deep forest.

I've been walking for a while now, following a trail. I have no idea where its end is nor do I truly expect to find out. It's not relevant; it's a trail and it's better than forging a new path through the undergrowth. I have no intention of reaching the end.

Finally, ahead of me: blond hair shining silver in the moonlight. A casual figure leans against a laurel sapling.

"I wondered how long until you came back to me."

I shrug noncommittally.

"I see you've dressed up for this. You look lovely."

Nothing nearly as devastatingly beautiful as he does, of course.

"It's not safe in the forest, you know. You did not walk unnoticed. Others saw you. But they know better than to covet what is mine."

I scowl at the idea of being owned by him.

But perhaps I am.

"You don"t know why you"re here, do you? You want to fight it."

Cool, luminous hands push my hair past my shoulder. Off my neck.

"I do enjoy a challenge. But I didn't think you were the type. I thought rather..."

Warm breath on my cheek.

"...that you were willing. Desirous."

Lips hovering a breath above mine. Eyes that won't let me look away. Trapped.

My slight nod in answer is met by his slightest smile. Demanding lips seek mine. Firm and surprisingly warm hands explore the curves of my waist, hips, ass. A gentle mouth tastes from my lips to my throat to my cleavage. One dark sucking mark already decorates a pale breast.

"I knew that you wanted this," he murmurs, just under my ear.

"Yes. We will be great together."

I nod and close my eyes as I feel my flesh part under sharp teeth. It doesn't matter if he lies and leaves me at the edge of the forest, another disheveled corpse. This feeling, him at my neck, is better than any drug, any lover, any orgasm. I can't resist.

Not again.

I'm only human.

~end~