#ThursThreads o5.11.17

thursthreads_5Prompt: “Don’t say much, do you?”

My flash fiction this week was a continuation of other flash fictions that involved a vampire character named Lord Kian. He had kidnapped a woman to be his mate during a hunt with other vampires. 

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I set her down in the corner of the room and watched her. She sat there staring at me, slowly working the rope that binds her hands. She was making good progress. Most human women would be scared out of their wits, but not her, which is why I chose her. She was strong, brave, a fighter, survivor, and to top it all off,  absolutely beautiful. I didn’t need to read her thoughts to know she had been through some shit in her day. And she definitely wasn’t going to put up with mine.

“I’m Kian, but I think you already know that.” I said removing my hooded cowl, so she could finally see my full face. She stopped working the rope to stare at me for a second and then looked away. I didn’t know if she was staring in awe of my bright blue eyes or my fangs.

“And you are?” I said. She looked back at me. Silent.

I grinned, “You don’t say much, do you?”

I laughed as she rolled her eyes and shook her head. I knew fully well the mind control I placed on her to not speak when I captured her, was still in effect.

I knelt down in front of her and forced her to look into my eyes. I searched her thoughts.

“Do you feel me in your head…Emma?”

She closed her eyes, trying to pull away, my grip far too strong.

“You’re mine, Emma. I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just going to make you immortal.”

 

#ThursThreads o5.o4.17

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Prompt: “It’s actually working.”

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I shook the lifeless, naked body in my arms, hoping by some miracle she would wake up. Nothing. No breath. No faint heartbeat. Just dead. I took too much. I drained her. I drank her so dry in the heat of passion, that there wasn’t even any blood left in the puncture wounds on her neck. Her skin becoming cold like mine.

She couldn’t be dead….I didn’t want her dead.

I held her slightly up in one arm, using my teeth to tear the flesh on my wrist. I pressed it to her mouth, covering her lips with my blood.

I waited… 

I waited what seemed like forever, but nothing was happening. She wasn’t turning. I never did this before, I only knew how it was done. Maybe I didn’t have it in my blood.

I hung my head in defeat. My love was gone, this life wouldn’t be worth living without her… 

I felt movement. Her lips latched onto my wrist and she drank. It was sexy. 

“It’s actually working.” I said aloud.

The sensation of her drinking so urgently was overpowering and I lost myself in it, until she let go, screaming in pain. 

Her body died a second time in my arms. I waited another eternity for her to awaken. She gasped for air, wrapping her arms around my neck, her naked body clinging to my naked body. It took her a minute to stop breathing, realizing that she didn’t need to breathe. 

“Am I dead?”

“Welcome to forever, my love.” I replied.

Bleeding Hearts & Stars,
~Siren X

Two Weeks of #ThursThreads Flash Fiction

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I totally forgot to post these. Although, I have started a compilation of Flash Fiction on Wattpad. I have a feeling a lot of these are going to end up as longer short stories that I will publish in a book.

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Prompt: “She’s comin’ with me.”

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Sabine heard the heavy footsteps of three men walk through the door of the tiny, gritty, Amsterdam bar, its few human patrons had been drunk and passed out for hours. She glared at Jonathan beside her and back at her drink in front of her. She sensed one man directly behind her and the other two flanked him on each side.

Jonathan stood up, facing them. “Can I help you?”

“She’s comin’ with me.” Augustus sternly boomed.

With lightening speed, Sabine busted the wooden napkin holder in front of her into pieces, scooping up the pointed wooden dowels that held the top piece to the base. With such force, she launched one into the heart of the guy on her left, as she spun around and nailed the guy in the heart on her right. Both fell immediately to the floor, their bodies becoming stiff. It left her facing Augustus directly in front of her.

“Draven would like a word.” He spoke, smirking.

“You can tell him I’m not interested.” Sabine replied.

“You can tell him, yourself.”

Sabine growled as plunged another dowel deep into Augustus.

Draven – her maker, lover, and husband – entered and walked towards her with fury, as he stepped over the bodies of his former associates.

“You leave me and this is where I find you…in the company of humans and a newly bitten dog!” He yelled, eyeing Jonathan.

Faster and much stronger than she was, Draven had her on her knees with the last dowel pointed at her heart.

o4.27.17

Prompt: “Aren’t you going to ask?”

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I watched her walk into her apartment, walking up the stairs to her loft bedroom, as I stood outside at the doorway, tapping my fingers on the outer frame. She began stripping the ripped sheets off her bed.

“Aren’t you going to ask?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Nope.” She replied, plainly.

“You can always rescind the invitation.” I reminded her.

She dropped the sheets, looking at me with those big doe eyes of hers.

“Well, then…would you like to come in, Damian?” She asked sweetly.

“Yes.”

I entered past the threshold, walking at a normal human speed up the stairs, not going after her with my inhuman speed the way I wanted to.

“I rescind the invitation.” She smirked. She knew fully well what would happen.

I screamed from the loud ringing in my ears, as the walls seemed to shake uncontrollably. My heart and my head felt like they were going to burst. I fell backwards down the stairs, landing at the bottom. I felt like I was suffocating, even though I didn’t need to breathe. I crawled outside. That damn human was going to be the end of me.

“Ask me again.” I tempted, standing back at the doorway.

“Come in, Damian.” She smiled.

I rushed her, pulling her wrists behind her back and forcing her against the wall before she even knew what happened. I pressed my erection against her and my teeth against her neck.”

“Say those words again, if you don’t want this.”

She stayed silent. I began my slow, sensuous assault.

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

#ThursThreads o4.13.17

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A very huge Thank You to #ThursThreads host Siobhan Muir and the judge this week Sandie Grisé ! I won an Honorable Mention for my flash fiction this week 🙂 Pretty good considering I wrote this two hours before entires closed. And after being sick all week and not exactly on the best amount of sleep. I was actually getting really tired last night as I wrote it.
The prompt was: “You can’t be in here.”

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“You can’t be here.” The security guard sternly said as I walked down the hallway to get to the basement studio of the gallery.

Crap, I hadn’t planned for running into security doing his rounds down here.

“It’s okay,” Hunter said appearing from inside the studio. The guard looked at him.

“I asked her to join me, we need a few moments alone.” Hunter spoke slowly looking into the guards eyes.
The guard nodded and as if in a trance walked away. Hunter gestured me towards the studio.

“You know what I am and, yet, you still come down to meet me. You know you’re probably not going back upstairs to the party, right?”

“You intrigue me.” I said as I walked with him behind me, “And then you flashed your fangs and I was even more intrigued.”

We walked into the studio and he shut the door behind him. He was immediately on me, pulling me into his body, his fangs piercing my neck. I grabbed onto the back of his head, holding him there, letting him know I liked it.

What else do you like?” He asked, a bit drunk, after he let go.

“Obviously, I like it rough.” I replied. “Did you like your taste?”

“Your blood is so sweet.”

“Good.” I said as I jabbed the sharp wooden appendage, broken off from a statue upstairs, into his side, crippling him.

“Do everything I say and maybe you’ll get more. I’m tired of being everyone’s submissive. Tonight, I’m playing differently.”

You can read more amazing entries here.

Dominant Female Humans & Fangs,
~Siren X

#ThursThreads for o4.o6.17

thursthreads_5Welcome to my flash fiction for this week’s Thursday Threads challenge.

This week the prompt was: “I saw you come home.”

I try to keep to a theme of vampires because then it fosters creativity a bit better for me to have some parameters or else my mind goes everywhere with the prompt. This week I continued on with a story I started for my very first Thursday Threads challenge. My mind was just too wrapped up in my Camp NaNoWriMo writing that I almost didn’t participate.

“Lord Kian…” Lady Akeldama barked as she stalked after me as I walked through the main hall towards the library.

I ignored her until she she shouted my name more sternly.

“What?!” I growled,as I turned around to face her, not bothering to remove the hood that was covering my eyes. I was in no mood for this.

“We need to talk.” She said.

“About…” I paused, “How did you know I was here?”

“I saw you come home –“

“M’lady always stalking…” I replied, smiling, shaking my head.

“No, not like that, Lord Kian. You haven’t been here for days. Your human pet has done nothing but scream and make all kinds of commotion from her cage. The noises of our lust and feeding drowning her out at night, but during the day when we are supposed to be sleeping, we can’t. You need to shut her up!”

“Don’t worry, she is starving, soon she will have no energy for such things.”

“She should have already been starved to that point. I don’t know how this human has so much resilience. Leave it to you to pick the fighter as your eternal mate.”

“She will make a perfect one.” I grinned trying to ignite Lady Akeldama’s fury for my own entertainment. The whole point of letting this human woman to scream was to drive Lady Akeldama crazy.

“I order you, to take care of her, NOW!”

“Fine, I’ll speed up the process.” I said, baring my fangs, as I stomped towards where I kept her.

There were so many great tales this week from this prompt that I urge everyone to head here to read the rest. I don’t know how the judge this week was able to decide…so many great ones!

Thanks for reading! 

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

#ThursThreads Flash Fiction Challenge Posted on a Saturday

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This week’s prompt was, “Are you okay?”

Here it goes…

Get your confidence together, I told myself as he continued to look at me, stealing glances as patrons continued to talk to him in the foyer of the museum. He had done the same during his artist’s talk in the auditorium, his haunting ice blue eyes looking up, right at me. I tried hard to be lost into his talk and not into his eyes.

Unless I was just crazy, thinking he was staring at me. Why would a renowned artist, like him, be interested in such an outcast like me? I was losing focus on why I was here – to tell him I was interested in being his sex slave…I mean his studio assistant. Great, now I’m thinking dirty submissive thoughts. I can never leave my work at home. Damn my roommates for convincing me this was a good idea.

I walked down the stairs and through the cascade of beautiful water fountains, straightening my tight black pencil dress and trying to be confident. As I walked up the stairs at the opposite end, my foot caught the edge, tripping me, my legs bound in this damn dress, making it impossible to walk like a normal human being. I fell into two strong arms that lifted me back upright.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

I shook my head, unable to speak, mesmerized by his eyes.

“Meet me in the basement studio in five, Hannah.” He whispered.

He smiled as he walked away, showing a hint of fang…

 

Thursday Threads Flash Fiction Post

tt4hm-300x300_37_origJust wanted to post this week’s Thursday Thread’s challenge. It was my first time participating and I had so much fun writing with a prompt. My brain naturally thinks vampires or werewolves for everything. This weeks prompt was: “We didn’t buy them.”

Lady Akeldama walked down the dark alleyway to where we stood. The four women, their hands bound tight with rope, and gagged by a simple mind control, stood with us – three whimpering through their invisible gags. The forth just trying to stare me down, angry, but unable to speak. I stared back at her beneath the hood of my cowl.  They had all seen what Edoardo and I were, but this one had too much of an attitude to be afraid. I was sure if she could speak, she would have some things to say to me. I was curious, but not enough in this alleyway. 

“You better not have spent all the money I gave you, Lord Kian.” Lady Akeldama warned as she walked up to us, looking over the women before her. Her mannerisms giving away to how hungry she was. 

“Oh, we didn’t buy them. We found them. It was a good hunt.” I said smiling, showing my fangs, not breaking my stare at the brave one. 

“Those two are for you.” Edoardo spoke, pointing to the first two women.

“And the other, two?” She asked, as she looked at whom I was staring at and then back at me. She looked at the third woman and then at Edoardo. “Oh lovely, you found yourselves mates. Edoardo, I don’t know about you, all your mates perish quickly. Kian, you’ve been holding out for an eternity, hopefully this will bring you some satisfaction. Grab them and let’s go.”