Tilting his head, David held Sheila’s chin tightly in his marble hand. “Don’t you see?” He murmured, lovely silver eyes gleaming, “This is who I am. Who I’ve been.” Leaning in closer, a sickly sweet smile slipped onto his handsome face, “I’m a liar, Sheila, and I’m… mmm…. simply /splendid/ at what I do, wouldn’t you agree? I must say, I had you fooled.” David, face a breath away from hers, let his eerily cold grasp move from her chin, all the way down to her waist. Leaning inwards and feeling her lower jaw with his smooth lips, he inhaled deeply. Traveling slowly down her neck, he resumed his soft, s3d^ct!v3 murmur. “You were a fun little toy. But… toys break after so long, now don’t they? Mmmm…” He planted a k!zz upon her lower neck, now, his hands tightening around her waist. “…Every time I’m around you, there’s that scent. That sweet, sweet scent nobody of my kind could resist. Not without motivation.” He frowned briefly, drawing slightly away from her neck, “Your blood is quite the delicacy~ I must give you that. A worthy excuse for an addiction, I’ll say. I had to leave so often, as to not steal it all for myself.” He chuckled lowly, taking a step back, letting go of her waist, and raising her arm slowly before him. Running a pale hand along it, he complimented, “I’ve never noticed how… plentiful it is. Rich in flavor, surely. I would ask for a bite…” David kneeled before her, pressing her hand to his l!p$, now. “…But a poor sinner such as I is… undeserving of such a blessing.” He silenced yet again, taking a moment to taste each finger upon that hand with his marble-like lips. "May I steal myself a taste?" He drew back his lips, looking up at her with predatory eyes- magnificent and shimmering in their silver splendor, though undoubtedly hungry. "It won't kill you," He purred. Without warning, David began to stroke her small hand with his inhumanly muscular one, licking his fangs as he looked back down at it. He found it nearly impossible to keep himself at bay, so close to arguably the sweetest, most pure blood of modern existence. “Sheila,” He began, shifting his inhuman grip on her hand so that a clear patch of skin was left for his face, “Have you read “Dracula”? Ironic, really, how close fate chooses to be with novels as such.” He mused lightly, his lips again mowing slowly towards her hand as he maintained his knelt position. When he picked up no response, he continued, “As everyone knows, it’s about the death of the infamous Count Dracula. But the events in between… they are what make up the novel. The action~ its lovely. A group of common English men teaming up against such a fiend of the night as he. Lovely, but not what makes it such a great reading.” He stopped, resting his cheek against her hand. “…Lucy, I believe was her name. Such a cruel fate she met… yet oh so honest. This Lucy, though it is not depicted in the novel, had begun to crave the company of this fiend. And that was a… very dangerous thing. Nightly, she offered him little by little of her blood. He accepted it, and he cherished it, for it was the sweetest he’d known. But one night, the Count had taken far too much. Poor Lucy’s heart couldn’t stand the strain…” Sighing, he continued to rest his cold, dead cheek against her skin, “I can but wonder if your heart is stronger.” David pressed his nose to her hand now, inhaling for a moment before releasing it and beginning to stand. "/Well/, then." He took a step closer, "...Shall we test our limits, my love?" "No." He seemed amused by the word- one could even say he found it funny by his expression. "Oh, /really/?" He laughed again, waving the matter aside with his hand, "Alright, then. Go on. Amuse me further, Sheila," His tone became suddenly bitter, his charming expression somewhat wicked. He leaned in again- just enough to whisper in her ear, "...and /run/." He wasn't gone- not at all. Only amused at the fact that she seemed to believe he was. After giving her a "dramatic" moment or so, he took a step in the alley with a long and somewhat disappointed sigh, shaking his head. "I thought you were smarter than to run into a one-way alley- /quite literally/, not to mention." Running a finger along the wall as he took a few steps closer, he stopped, raising it and rubbing his fingers together with a somewhat disgusted expression. "It's dirty, too. Not exactly ideal, but it'll do." David chuckled, lowering his hand to his side. "I know you like to tune out my metaphors, but this one may be important." ((WIPPP
Just some random WIP, AU, Evil-David thing :>
