Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
"Who the fuck are you?" I stared at the shadowy figure standing the middle of my living room, more than a little scared. I had just returned home from a show and was definitely not expecting a total stranger to have broken into my house. I make enough jokes about that kind of stuff, but when it really happened I am ready to piss my pants."Someone who really enjoyed what you had to say tonight," the silhouette said. Did I detect a French accent? And why the hell couldn't I lift my hand to even flip the light switch? He took a step toward me. "What's wrong? Are you afraid of the dark?""No, I'm afraid of potential rapists. And male ones, especially." Great. Just put the idea in his head. My hand finally found the wall and I slowly slid it upward until I found the switch. When the lights came on, I squinted for just a second, but...he was gone. Mystery Man was nowhere to be seen. Someone had to have been smoking a joint in the club tonight, because I am hallucinating. A strong arm wrapped around my waist and a cold hand was clamped down over my mouth. There he is. I didn't make a sound. I didn't struggle. Who knew what that might make him do?"You can't rape the willing," he whispered in my ear. I involuntarily shivered as I felt his lips, light as a feather, against my skin. "I know what you're thinking. I'm not willing. This psychopath just wants to fuck me, kill me, and then steal my stereo." I inhaled sharply through my nose. That's exactly what I was thinking. He pulled me closer to him, my body crushed against his. "You may not be willing now, but you will be soon enough. No one can resist my charms." I bet by charms he meant illegal drugs. He suddenly spun me around and immediately I was met with a pair of the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I shivered again. Note to self: wear more clothes. I couldn't tear my gaze away from those eyes. From my periph, I could tell he had blonde hair and was wearing a dark blue suit...and from the feel of it, it was a dark blue velvet suit. Super."Who are you?" I whispered, my fingertips brushing against the bottom of his jacket. So soft."I've had many names. I prefer my first the most." He leaned down a bit--as he was a bit taller than me--and with his lips pressed to my neck, he said softly, "Lestat de Lioncourt." I knew that name. But from where? When I felt his tongue against my skin, when I felt him start to suck softly on my neck, I bit my lip and all but forgot his name. My hands were on his hips. How'd they get there? And why were they pulling him closer? No time for thought now. He released his iron grip on my waist and laid his icy cold hands on my bare shoulders. "Has anyone ever told you how amazing you look in black?" he asked, his thumb lightly brushing against the hollow of my throat. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts...Even Barney Gumble in a polka-dotted bikini humming the theme song to "I Dream of Jeannie" wasn't enough to keep my body calm.Again, his lips were to my neck as his hands slid down my arms and to my hips. He knew what was up. Literally. His sharp fingernails scraped my skin as his hands found their way under the hem of my black tank top. Goosebumps, all over my body. Why the fuck do they call them goosebumps? They don't quack...or honk...or whatever the hell noise it is a goose makes. The goosebumps were silent. I, however, was not. The smallest little moan, deep in my throat, as he wiggled his tongue against my neck and his fingers glided over my nipples. If I were a chick, I would be so wet right now. Oh, wait, I am wet right now. Jesus. That was fast. Rather than try to remove my shirt, he just used his fingernails to slice it open and it dropped off my body and to the floor. That velvet was so damn soft."You keep sucking on my neck like that, I'm gonna get quite the hickey." Wow, way to be romantic, jackass. He stopped and pulled away and I immediately regretted opening my mouth. I tried to say something to the effect of, "That doesn't mean stop," but by the time I had opened my mouth again I found his tongue inside it. Quick one, this one. And he was a wicked kisser. He tasted of something I couldn't quite place. Much like his eyes and his suit, his kiss was deep, dark, and devastating. It made me feel like I was floating. Maybe I really was high. I opened my eyes--when had I closed them?--when I felt the icicles that were his fingers toying with the button of my jeans. "How the fuck did we get in my bedroom?""Sh, not so loud." He pressed a finger to my lips and stared off into the distance for a moment. I wondered what he was looking at when I heard it too. A piano playing a soft melody, inviting me to sleep. He led me to my bed and I eagerly fell onto it, my loose jeans just sliding down off my hips. He stepped back to the doorway and held onto the frame, leaning toward me. I laughed a little when I thought about telling everyone how I had loosened it so girls would fall into my bedroom. I wish I really had done it, though Lestat doesn't seem like the type to just fall anywhere. Not like me, I fall all the time. Most of the time on purpose. He was the exact opposite of me, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, graceful, French...though I'm not quite sure what the opposite of French is.I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to find him sitting on the edge of my bed, slowly removing some of his clothing. I didn't want him to just drop it on the floor. God knows the last time I cleaned that. The jacket and the white, ruffly shirt were folded and placed on top of the dresser. Good move. Not as much dust up there, but I'm sure he found my Boba Fett action figure quite amusing. He was muscular but oh so pale. Oh, God. Maybe he's French-Canadian. Don't do it! He may know Simple Plan! He ran a hand up my leg (clothes...gone! But how? When?) and by the time his hand had found my thigh I was plenty excited once again. I saw him bite his lip as he looked at Jorge. Yes, I named it Jorge. He licked his lips. I did too. God, I'm such a poseur."You've never been with another man before, have you?" he asked, and again, that French accent made me go all microwaved-butter inside. I shook my head, hoping he couldn't sense my nervousness. He probably could. I bet the bastard knew everything about me. "I know everything you're thinking. I wonder what you'll have to say when I..." He didn't finish his thought aloud. Lestat straddled me, pushing his body to mine, and I gasped, once, as he began to shift his hips in just the right way so that I was rubbing against him. As he began to nuzzle my neck once again I knew he knew what I was thinking. That I was such a little bitch and that I wanted him to take advantage of me. Why can I never shut my brain off?Ow. He bit my neck. Kinky.His hand was on my hip and his thumb was following the bone inward. I made that really quiet moan noise again. No, damn it, I'm the man, I'm supposed to make him moan. I felt him lick my neck before his lips were at my shoulder, then my collarbone. I knew where this was going. Familiar territory for me. I wrapped my fingers in his thick, blonde hair as his head traveled further down my body. If only I knew where my scrunchies and banana clips were... I opened my mouth wide but didn't make a sound as I felt his cold tongue against a lava-hot Jorge. (South of the border, yo.) Oh, fuck, he was better than any girl I'd ever been with...even better than your mom. The way his tongue moved, the way he raked those fingernails down my chest and across my stomach, the way his teeth grazed me just enough to feel that pleasure/pain. As Steve Irwin would say, "Gorgeous."Lestat managed to keep me on the brink of explosion for at least an hour. I thought I was going to die. I sure as hell felt like it. Finally, finally, he finished me off and I'll admit, I screamed like a little bitch. I was covered in sweat, but his pure alabaster body was still fucking perfect...except for that little bit of pink in his lips and his cheeks. His shockingly blue eyes had seemed to grow just a shade lighter. It hit me, just then. Lestat. As in the vampire Lestat. If I had had the energy or the will power to run away right then, I would have, but I was still ensared in his little sensual net. Damn him. "You're going to kill me, aren't you?" There was blood on his lips. Oh, Jesus. What a perverted preternatural being. Sucking blood from that? You were only supposed to suck one bodily fluid from that!"Maybe. We'll see how the rest of the night goes." He licked his lips as I fought to keep my eyes open. I couldn't fall asleep now, not when...not when...The last thing I remember seeing was that evil fucking grin on his lips.
