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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

The elven prince was defiant to the end, and he wouldn't put Giselle in danger by saying anything more about her. Not now that he knew just what this creature was. "I will tell you nothing, foul demon." The words couldn't be said with more defiance, more hatred, if he tried. She might pull the information from his head, but he wouldn't give it to her voluntarily.

And then, it was too late for him to say anything at all. Her fangs pierced his skin, and his entire body stiffened. His hands clenched around the fabric of her shirt, trying to haul her off of him, but it was pointless. She couldn't be moved. Then the pleasure started, and he found that he didn't want to move her anymore. His hands fell limply to his side, and he just stood there and allowed her to drink for as long as she wanted.

It wasn't long, but he didn't know that. It could have been an hour or a week, and he wouldn't have known the difference. After she disengaged, for a long time he just stood there, blinking violet eyes, breathing rapidly. His head rested momentarily against the tree, but he soon gathered himself and raised it once more to look into her eyes.

For a moment, looking was all he did. Finally, though, he spoke. "Kill me. I would rather die than live so defiled by the touch of a vampire." The worst part was that part of him had liked it. Being forced to do it was bad enough, but liking it? Intolerable.