My Fangs I Regret Taste Blood I Can't Forget

"My Fangs I Regret Taste Blood I Can't Forget"

The night sky hung like black velvet, the stars shrouded in darkness. As I inhaled the sweet toxins of my cigarette, I hummed softly, despite the burning hunger in my throat. I was currently standing in the alleyway behind my tour bus, the guys hated the smoke smell on the bus, and I understood that, but did I really have to smoke in an alleyway? Maybe it was for the best, they were starting to piss me off anyway, and I didn't want to rip one of my band mates to shreds. I love those guys, I do, but sometimes they could be real arseholes.
"Hey faggot!"
I rolled my eyes, taking another drag of my cigarette, ignoring the meaningless words of the random bloke.
"Hey, gay-boy, I'm talking to you!" he growled, getting up in my face.
I took yet another drag and blew smoke in his face.
He growled again. "You fucking cunt!"
I raised my eyebrow and dropped my cigarette. C'mon, I could rip his body to shreds in seconds. "What's the matter? Can't find a whore to fuck?"
My words dripped with venom, a warning sign for this dickhead to back off. He growled again, aiming to punch me in the face, but I grabbed his hand before it connected with my face. I twisted his arm back until I heard the delightful sound of it dislocating.
I'm a sick fuck.
"Ouch! L-let me go!"
Yeah, you better be fucking scared of me, you twat.
"Hmm, no, I'm enjoying myself."
I pressed him against the wall. I could hear the pulse, hear the blood flow and it was driving my crazy. In one swift movement I twisted his neck. I heard the snap and shivered in delight. I bit into the flesh, draining the corpse of blood. I know it makes me seem like a heartless monster, but this is what I need to survive.
I need blood.
If I don't drink it, I die, and I can't die. Not yet, I have too many people depending on me, I couldn't die on them.
So I drank blood.
The crimson liquid filled my veins and the aching burn faded. I dropped the corpse, kicking it into the shadows. It's not like I'll get done for murder, I was wearing gloves for one, and, for some strange reason, my victims turned to dust when I was done with them. Yeah, it confuses me too.
"A-Andy?"
I growled spinning around. Stood there was Ashley, and he seemed scared to say the least. He was shaking madly and I felt tears well up in my eyes. Ashley's one of my best friends, I can't lose him. I knew I must look like a mess. I still had that guy's blood on my lips.
"Andy, what… w-what the fuck, man? Did you, d-did you just kill someone?" Ashley stuttered.
"Ash…" I said, my voice breaking as the tears started to flow. "I… You don't understand, I- I had to… the pain, I couldn't- I needed, I- Fuck!"
I sighed. "Ash… c-come here."
"Andy, I-"
"Ashley, please. I can't explain any other way."
He walked forward, slowly, but determined. When he stood in front of me, I grabbed his hand and pushed him up against the alley wall.
"Andy-"
"Shut it." I growled, baring my fangs. He gulped.
"Andy… What-?"
"I told you to shut it!" I snapped at him.
"I'm a vampire Ashley. I have been for a while, and I need blood. No blood equals death." I whispered. "You don't understand how much it hurts. How much it burns. How scared I am I'm going to hurt someone I care about. How scared I am that I'll end up killing you or the guys or my parents or a fan. It hurts."
I looked at him, and my breath got hitched in my throat. I'd never noticed how beautiful he was until now, but he was. And I was going to make him mine.
"Andy, I… It's okay." Ash smiled sadly. "You're still my best friend, man."
I smirked. No, I'm gonna be so much more. I grabbed his hand, dragging him to the bus. No one else was there; it was just me and him.
Perfect.
"Er, Andy? Dude, you can let go now."
I smirked, pushing him down onto the couch. I pressed my lips against his. His eyes widened as he shoved me off of him.
"Andy, what the fuck?"
I growled, grabbing his hands and holding them above his head, pressing our lips together again, getting my tongue into his mouth, moaning softly. I pulled away, removing my shirt and ripping Ashley's off him.
"Andy, stop!"
"Hmm, I think not, Ashy." I grinned, kissing him softly "Don't try and fight me honey, I'm a lot stronger than you."
I sat up and took off my black skinnies, revealing my naked body, thankful that I'd decided against underwear on our day off. Ashley gulped as I pulled his jeans off. At least he's not fighting it anymore. I chuckled as I ripped his boxers off him, leaving him completely naked. As my eyes trailed his body I moaned softly. He looked away from my piercing stare, swallowing nervously.
Man up, bitch.
I picked up his body and literally ran to my bunk. Dropping him on my bunk, I got on top of him, kissing him and grinding our hips together. His breath quickened, and I moaned as I felt his dick harden underneath my own erect member.
"God, Ash..." I moaned.
I kissed him fiercely, forcing my tongue into his mouth.
He moaned softly. "A-Andy."
"Mm... You want me?" I whispered, trailing my hand down and squeezing his member softly. "You want my dick?"
He whimpered. "A-Andy..."
I smirked and spread his legs. Fuck preparation, I wanted to feel that tightness. I thrusted into him dry, moaning on the sensation. Ashley on the other hand screamed in pain. I felt bad because, even though down inside of me the twistedness of my condition was turned on by his pain, I didn't want my angel to be hurt because of me.
"Shh, Ash." I nuzzled his neck, planting soft kisses, letting him adjust to my size.
I felt him wriggle a little and I had to try and not moan.
"Mm, you okay baby?" I whispered.
He whimpered. "A-Andy... M-move."
I pulled out and pushed back in. Ash was still in pain, I knew. I kissed him softly and rolled over, pulling him on top of me.
"It might be more comfortable for you if we do this." I said, caressing his cheek gently.
Ashley nodded and whimpered softly when I rocked my hips upwards.
"Andy..." He choked out, grabbing my hair.
"Shh, Ash..." I whispered.
I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him softly. Ash whimpered and rocked his hips, which helped me to go deeper.
"Oh god, Andy!" He cried, burying his face in my neck. "Fuck!"
"Mm, I got you baby," I said as I kissed his hair. "Just let go."
He whined, screaming his release against my neck. "A-Andy."
"God, Ash..." I groaned, pulling out as gently as possible.
I rolled Ashley onto his side, snaking my hand down to finish myself off. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the pillow.
Suddenly I felt another hand join mine, open my eyes to see Ashley's hand over mine. He looked at me shyly, biting his lip.
"Ashley!" I moaned as I released, wiping sweat off my brow.
My angel curled up next to me.
"Andy, what did we just do?"
I glanced at him - he looked so fragile.
"We had sex, Ash. Hot, amazing sex."
"Is that all we're going to talk about? You killed someone!"
I stroked his arm gently. "You're beautiful, you know that?"
"Andy, don't-"
"No Ashley, we're going to talk about this. You're beautiful and I want you."
"You have me." He whispered. "But that guy-"
"Was a dickhead." I said. "I'm a vampire Ashley. It's horrible sometimes, I get so scared I'm gonna hurt someone I care about."
"You can't keep killing people." He said, staring at me with those gorgeous eyes. "Find another way."
I bit my lip. "Well there is another way..."
"Which is..?"
"Your blood." I said softly. "I drink yours and you drink mine."
"If that's what it takes then I'll do it." Ashley said.
"Are you sure you want this?" I said, tucking his hair behind his ears. "If you say yes now there is no turning back."
"I trust you, Andy. I won't abandon you."
I smiled softly, cupping his face in my hands, leaning down to kiss him.
Ashley pushed me down, crawling on top of me, our lips never disconnecting. He moaned softly, wrapping his arms around my neck.
My hands slipped to his waist, holding him close.
I promise I'll never let you down.

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