He never thought he'd find love, the kind that lasts a life-time. Not until she came crashing into his life anyway. . .
**~Night Walker~**
Three days into filming his new short-film Smooth Criminal Michael Jackson recieves the shock of his life as gorgeous red-head Sherrie comes crashing onto the set. With skin the color of cream, mysterious golden eyes and secretive personality it soon becomes apparent to Michael that she isn't all she seems.
This girl is dangerous.
But not for the most obvious reasons. Sent to protect the international super-star from an entire clan of fellow vampires who've been serching for him since he was a boy. Sherrie must battle not only with her desire for Michael's blood and growing feelings for him, but her nemesis a creature who all other vamps fear.
Introduction (and a long one too)
Allowing her smarting, petite frame to slink slowly down the once pristine red brick wall of the long abandoned warehouse now splattered with the metallic shimmer of spilt blood which never failed to trigger that animalistic instinct she harboured she glared up through a vision mostly distorted by a good chunk of her bangs at the awfully deformed figure who remained stood in the shadows the crates hanging from just a thread above them created simply watching her with mild curiosity.
All she could pick out in the inky blackness was his slightly un-nerving blood-red eyes gleaming out at her across the murky room for the longest time, not once wavering. He didn't blink, in fact he didn't so much as breathe or even bat an eyelid. Raising a creamy hand illuminated by the moonlight, swilling in through the circular window high above her on the opposite wall she pushed the stubborn tresses out of her face.
"Why? Why is it you alway get in my bloody way?"
His voice was nothing other than a cold, slightly creepy hiss against the velvet silence which filled the seemingly never ending space of absolutely nothing that lingered between them. Defiantly she raised her head, simply refusing to open her mouth. Apparently he was impatient, seeing as he was already hobbling forward on elongated, clawed feet into the thin sliver of misty blue light the majority of his hunched over figure was still concealed in the shadows, it was only after she’d taken a closer look at the parts of his face which the moonlight had so kindly highlighted did she wish like hell she hadn’t.
"Hmm, I see the silent treatment again, eh?"
He stiffled an impressed titter at her stubborness, the soft beating of his thin fleshy wings which echoed around them every now and again intensified by a thousand thanks to her super-sensitive hearing. Reaching out he slowly slipped the sharp point of one of his long spindally fingers down the exposed skin of her neck lingering slightly on the pale pink scar which heavily resembled the points of jagged teeth she normally left hidden under her long hair, not applying enough pressure to slice her rock hard skin, but more than enough to leave a long scratch on her otherwise perfect complexion. Her gaze slitted even more as he took yet another step closer to her. Dispite the fact she was slightly bugging him with her blatant refusal to co-operate he was enjoying this. And oh boy, didn't she know it!
"... so stubborn, I like that..."
Trailing her speckled golden eyes across the skin of his face which should have been perfect but was now flawed by the many bulging veins that stuck out from the dull gray skin which was so thin she could see straight through it. Sherrie swallowed thickly, this was an awful reminder of what would happen if one fed on their own blood.
"So, the question is now that I have you here, what am I gonna do with you?"
She shifted against the wall mindful of the claws he had splayed out across her icy cold skin.
".. F*ck you!"
"Oh, now THAT sound like fun..."
Making a point to hungrily stare over her body, he trailed the slimy skin of his wide palm across her taught stomach.
"... It's been so long since I had a good f*ck!"
Somewhat sensing that he was about to grab her Sherrie yanked herself up on to wobbly legs, more than ready to toss him right across to the other side of the warehouse if need be. She moved quicker than lightning, so quick that her body blurred when she moved but apparently he was quicker because before she'd had the chance to brace herself he'd managed to clasp on to her arms and with one hard tug she found her nose colliding against the slick, bumpy flesh of his chest.
"... Still not speaking?"
An irritated huff escaped her as she tilted her head up an inch glaring at him through gold eyes, not once voicing the thoughts swimming through her head. After showing her a confident smirk, he snapped his head to his left watching with a smile as two vampires appeared from no where dragging something along behind them. Sherrie re-adjusted herself, peering over the creatures one slightly torn wing in order to get a closer look at the man who'd been tossed onto the cool concrete floor.
Oh, no!
The mouth watering aroma of the blood oozing from a wound she guessed was situated between his strong shoulder blades did not fail to set her teeth on edge, she knew the mesmerising golden tone of her eyes had morphed into ebony black thanks to her new found thirst and yet in an incredible act of strength she remained exactly where she was, returning her attention back to the demonic creature towering over her in a bid to distract herself from the blood she was very much aware of.
"You're a strong one ain't ya!"
"What did you do to him?!"
Her low growl reverberated through the warehouse, bouncing off the wall and rebounding back at her in the form of an ear splitting echo.
"I did nothing to him, trust me Sherrie I'm having just as hard time as you keeping myself here so how would I be able to spill his blood..."
He paused for a minute glancing over a freakishly deformed shoulder at the dark skinned man who was on the verge of stirring.
"he's very mouth-watering isn't he?"
"Don't . . . even . . . think . . . about . . . it!"
Digging his claws into the milky white flesh of her arms he whipped her up off her feet, his vice like grip on her never once faltered as he flared his wings and before she could register what had happened she felt the ground being torn away from her feet for a few seconds as he flew halfway across the room, not bothering to land before he dropped her next to the victim he'd finally managed to capture after 17 years of searching.
"You can't tell me the scent of his blood doesn't affect you Sherrie-Anne. Doesn't make you wanna rip him to shreds, or drink him dry?"
She picked herself up with a slight whimper, finding herself nose deep in a pool of sweet smelling crimson coloured fluid. With a hiss she abruptly pulled her trembling form back, baring her fangs at the creature as he hovered a few feet off the ground in-front of her.
"Oh it does doen't it?"
"What does it matter to you?! Being around him is not without difficulty for me but at least I can control my urges!"
His smile rapidly vanished, within seconds he'd swooped down and forced his face so close to her's the sharp point of his nose brushed against the ice cold tip of hers.
"I was a newborn when I bit you Sherrie-Anne, I never wanted to bring you harm."
"No, but you did... not physical harm, no. But mental harm... you stole my life from me! I had everything going for me Roman... I had a husband, a daughter and a career that was headed somewhere and because of your selfish need for blood I had no other choice but to abandon my family out of fear I'd kill them for the very thing I now live off and it's all because of you!"
She was fuming, her entire body trembling from a rage she was barely managing to control.
"You un-grateful blood-sucker... I gave you a gift, a chance to be re-born, a chance to out live the universe, Imagine it Sherrie. An entire world populated by nothing other than us."
Old Mr. know it all had obviously not stepped back and taken a good look at his plan.
"And what exactly would we feed on? each other? No thanks I'd rather starve than end up with nails that long!"
He chose to ignore her insulting comment and chose to focus on her bond with the human now wide awake below them instead.
"Why do you protect him so, Sherrie?"
"... Because it was my job to protect him, I was sent to protect him!"
S*it, fool you hesitated!
Forcing herself to hold Roman's questioning gaze Sherrie clamped her eyes tightly shut as roman's glance flitted between the female vampire and the male human who'd rose to stand next to her, his chest heaving as he inhaled deeply.
"Oh. I thought you knew better than to fall in love with a human?"
So did I...
Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:03 am
