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My Bright Diamond (50 Sentences: Original Character/Original Work)
Character: Original Character
Fandom: Original Work
Theme set: Delta
Rating: R
Warnings: Disturbing concepts; non-con elements; brief violence
Notes: Crossposted towhatif_au
#01 - Blend: When I first see him, he's blending into the shadows of my night-hued bedroom, watching me silently.
#02 - Stain: As my eyes adjust in panic, I see that his clothes are stained with something rusty in hue; "Blood; an occupational hazard of being what I am," he tells me before I can remark.
#03 - Island: "No man is an island," he continues, approaching me; "the same is true of vampires, you know."
#04 - Apple: His eyes are on my throat, and he looks like a starving man staring down a fresh, ripe apple, just ready to bite down and feast.
#05 - Paper: He comes closer to me, and I can see how pale his skin is, almost as pale as a sheet of paper.
#06 - Relax: There's no time to move, before his arms are wrapping around me; "Relax," he murmurs, the word sliding hypnotically into my mind like water into cheesecloth; "tonight, you're coming with me, and I'm not to be resisted."
#07 - Leaves: As he leads me, mesmerized and powerless, toward wherever our destination is, I feel slick fallen leaves beneath my feet, rustling with every footstep we each take.
#08 - Proof: He pauses, leaning me against a tree; "Stay there," he warns, "and see the proof that I'm what I told you I am, if you still doubt."
#09 - Ugly: His proof is an ugly thing to witness, as he lures a sleeping fox out of its den, and proceeds to drain it of every drop of blood.
#10 - Book: Though hypnotized into cooperation, I want to flee in terror; this is worse than any book on the subject that I've ever read.
#11 - Brood: "There's no point in brooding in fear," he tells me, guiding me again; "what I am, you'll soon be, yourself, so accept it as your fate."
#12 - Mesh: He keeps me enmeshed in my helpless trance, guiding me until we reach his hideaway, a cabin tucked far away into the woods, where no one is likely to hear or see a thing.
#13 - Soft: Leading me in, he guides me to rest on an old sofa; it's far softer than it looks, and cleaner than I'd expect, for being so far removed from society.
#14 - Shelf: "You're lovely enough to be preserved, and kept up on a shelf," he murmurs thoughtfully, regarding me as I recline there.
#15 - Alone: Leaning over me, he gazes closer; "I'm tired of being here alone," he adds, "which is why I searched for you tonight; for anyone, to share eternity with."
#16 - Fall: It sounds like some ridiculous pickup line that only a fool of a woman would fall for; nevertheless, I see a strange sincerity in the vampire's eyes, so that it's difficult for me to doubt him.
#17 - Knot: But now I feel the loosening of the mesmeric knots around my mind; his control of me is beginning to slip, though whether it's intentional or not, I can't begin to guess.
#18 - Crowd: Fearful thoughts crowd their way into my brain, sending me almost into a state of panic.
#19 - Denial: First comes denial: He can't possibly be a vampire; but I see his fangs glinting every time he speaks, and I remember with revulsion his demonstration feed.
#20 - Train: Then, the shock of realizing: It's his plan to turn me into something like him, and to train me in that darkest form of existence, whether I'm willing or not.
#21 - Fur: The goose bumps form on my skin, feeling almost like fur trying to force its way through every follicle.
#22 - Chrome: His eyes gleam like chrome as he watches me try to sit up and break away.
#23 - Heart: "I don't expect your heart to be in this endeavor," he whispers, "and it doesn't matter to me whether it is, or not."
#24 - Intention: The vampire's voice is thick with intention as he continues: "You can't escape me; I've chosen you for this fate, and I'll only come and find you again, if you get away."
#25 - Push: His hands grip my shoulders, and he pushes me back down onto the couch, pinning me there irresistibly.
#26 - Look: "Look at me," he mutters, eyes boring like lasers into my own; I can feel his will reasserting itself, drowning out my desire to get away from this place, away from his clutches.
#27 - Weight: The weight of him presses down, keeping me there, keeping me still.
#28 - Spider: One hand spiders its way from my shoulder, to grip my jaw; he eases it out of his way, baring my throat.
#29 - Robe: Enrobed in his mental control, and trapped within my own fear, I can do nothing but endure as his fangs pierce, and I feel the pull as he drains my blood away.
#30 - Umbrella: Darkness crowds in close, threatening to wrap itself around me like a vast black umbrella, furling around its handle, when he finally pulls away.
#31 - Surface: The vampire chuckles low, looking down at me; "I've seen past the surface of your thoughts," he whispers, stroking my cheek.
#32 - Idea: "You still have an idea that you might actually stand a chance of escaping your destiny," he continues, "but you're as wrong as it's possible for you to be."
#33 - Diamond: His grip forces my gaze back to his again; "My bright diamond," he whispers, smiling, "it seems to me that you need some refining, some conditioning, before I can make any progress with you."
#34 - Blind: Before I can think to stop him--not that I could stop him, if I had the chance--the vampire pulls out two scraps of cloth; one wraps around my mouth, tightly tied, while the other he places on me as a blindfold.
#35 - Flow: "Now that that's taken care of," I hear him mutter, "your thoughts can flow as freely as you want them to; it's only your body that I need to keep in place."
#36 - Movement: To make his point solid, I feel him cinching thick ropes around me, hand, foot, legs, arms, hindering my every movement.
#37 - More: "That's that," he decisively states, satisfied; "now I won't need to exercise mind control over you all of the time; you won't resist as I take more blood, and gradually convert you."
#38 - Honey: If this is a vampire's idea of bedside manner, then it has a lot to be desired; he's sparing no time to try to lure me into complacency with honeyed words, preferring to dive right in.
#39 - Weather: I don't know how I'll be able to weather this; a vampire's captive and plaything, his prey and eventual unwilling companion; it's too much to bear.
#40 - Blue: "You're wishing now that I'd consumed my fill of you," I hear the vampire whispering to me, "that I'd left you dead, cold and blue and bloodless...you think that qualifies as mercy."
#41 - Double: His fingertips brush the double punctures in my neck, and he lets out a low laugh as I shudder in response to the disturbing gentleness behind his touch.
#42 - Braid: Then, his hand finds the hair tie that's keeping my hair in a tight braid, slowly undoing it.
#43 - Thread: Removing the blindfold, he threads his fingers through my hair, unwinding the plait, so that the strands frame my face.
#44 - Angles: He tilts his head, regarding me from different angles, before deciding: "Yes...I think I'll keep your hair down, from now on; I like you better that way."
#45 - Daydream: The vampire settles on the floor beside the couch that I'm lying on, gazing at me; I don't dare to wonder what he's daydreaming about, in his quiet pensiveness.
#46 - Nightmare: Whatever's going on in his mind, I know that it can only be a nightmare for me, an undesired eternity of blood and pain that he'll never permit me to be free of, unless he decides to kill me someday.
#47 - Honor: "You'll learn to accept it, eventually," the vampire whispers, evidently in response to my frightened thoughts, "to honor the bond between us, the fact that I chose you, and not some other woman; you might even come to thank me."
#48 - Palm: Slowly, he raises a hand, the palm gliding across my throat; his fingers tighten, not in a gesture of threat, but one of possession, a claim of ownership.
#49 - Screen: That statement, though unspoken, is as plain as if it were emblazoned across a massive screen: As far as the vampire is concerned, I belong to him, for all time; no questions asked, no quarter given.
#50 - Warmth: An eternity of being denied the warmth of being alive and untouched by this Hell, in exchange for a chill that would be better suited to the grave; that is what I've been consigned to, and I will never be at liberty again.
Fandom: Original Work
Theme set: Delta
Rating: R
Warnings: Disturbing concepts; non-con elements; brief violence
Notes: Crossposted to
whatif_au#01 - Blend: When I first see him, he's blending into the shadows of my night-hued bedroom, watching me silently.
#02 - Stain: As my eyes adjust in panic, I see that his clothes are stained with something rusty in hue; "Blood; an occupational hazard of being what I am," he tells me before I can remark.
#03 - Island: "No man is an island," he continues, approaching me; "the same is true of vampires, you know."
#04 - Apple: His eyes are on my throat, and he looks like a starving man staring down a fresh, ripe apple, just ready to bite down and feast.
#05 - Paper: He comes closer to me, and I can see how pale his skin is, almost as pale as a sheet of paper.
#06 - Relax: There's no time to move, before his arms are wrapping around me; "Relax," he murmurs, the word sliding hypnotically into my mind like water into cheesecloth; "tonight, you're coming with me, and I'm not to be resisted."
#07 - Leaves: As he leads me, mesmerized and powerless, toward wherever our destination is, I feel slick fallen leaves beneath my feet, rustling with every footstep we each take.
#08 - Proof: He pauses, leaning me against a tree; "Stay there," he warns, "and see the proof that I'm what I told you I am, if you still doubt."
#09 - Ugly: His proof is an ugly thing to witness, as he lures a sleeping fox out of its den, and proceeds to drain it of every drop of blood.
#10 - Book: Though hypnotized into cooperation, I want to flee in terror; this is worse than any book on the subject that I've ever read.
#11 - Brood: "There's no point in brooding in fear," he tells me, guiding me again; "what I am, you'll soon be, yourself, so accept it as your fate."
#12 - Mesh: He keeps me enmeshed in my helpless trance, guiding me until we reach his hideaway, a cabin tucked far away into the woods, where no one is likely to hear or see a thing.
#13 - Soft: Leading me in, he guides me to rest on an old sofa; it's far softer than it looks, and cleaner than I'd expect, for being so far removed from society.
#14 - Shelf: "You're lovely enough to be preserved, and kept up on a shelf," he murmurs thoughtfully, regarding me as I recline there.
#15 - Alone: Leaning over me, he gazes closer; "I'm tired of being here alone," he adds, "which is why I searched for you tonight; for anyone, to share eternity with."
#16 - Fall: It sounds like some ridiculous pickup line that only a fool of a woman would fall for; nevertheless, I see a strange sincerity in the vampire's eyes, so that it's difficult for me to doubt him.
#17 - Knot: But now I feel the loosening of the mesmeric knots around my mind; his control of me is beginning to slip, though whether it's intentional or not, I can't begin to guess.
#18 - Crowd: Fearful thoughts crowd their way into my brain, sending me almost into a state of panic.
#19 - Denial: First comes denial: He can't possibly be a vampire; but I see his fangs glinting every time he speaks, and I remember with revulsion his demonstration feed.
#20 - Train: Then, the shock of realizing: It's his plan to turn me into something like him, and to train me in that darkest form of existence, whether I'm willing or not.
#21 - Fur: The goose bumps form on my skin, feeling almost like fur trying to force its way through every follicle.
#22 - Chrome: His eyes gleam like chrome as he watches me try to sit up and break away.
#23 - Heart: "I don't expect your heart to be in this endeavor," he whispers, "and it doesn't matter to me whether it is, or not."
#24 - Intention: The vampire's voice is thick with intention as he continues: "You can't escape me; I've chosen you for this fate, and I'll only come and find you again, if you get away."
#25 - Push: His hands grip my shoulders, and he pushes me back down onto the couch, pinning me there irresistibly.
#26 - Look: "Look at me," he mutters, eyes boring like lasers into my own; I can feel his will reasserting itself, drowning out my desire to get away from this place, away from his clutches.
#27 - Weight: The weight of him presses down, keeping me there, keeping me still.
#28 - Spider: One hand spiders its way from my shoulder, to grip my jaw; he eases it out of his way, baring my throat.
#29 - Robe: Enrobed in his mental control, and trapped within my own fear, I can do nothing but endure as his fangs pierce, and I feel the pull as he drains my blood away.
#30 - Umbrella: Darkness crowds in close, threatening to wrap itself around me like a vast black umbrella, furling around its handle, when he finally pulls away.
#31 - Surface: The vampire chuckles low, looking down at me; "I've seen past the surface of your thoughts," he whispers, stroking my cheek.
#32 - Idea: "You still have an idea that you might actually stand a chance of escaping your destiny," he continues, "but you're as wrong as it's possible for you to be."
#33 - Diamond: His grip forces my gaze back to his again; "My bright diamond," he whispers, smiling, "it seems to me that you need some refining, some conditioning, before I can make any progress with you."
#34 - Blind: Before I can think to stop him--not that I could stop him, if I had the chance--the vampire pulls out two scraps of cloth; one wraps around my mouth, tightly tied, while the other he places on me as a blindfold.
#35 - Flow: "Now that that's taken care of," I hear him mutter, "your thoughts can flow as freely as you want them to; it's only your body that I need to keep in place."
#36 - Movement: To make his point solid, I feel him cinching thick ropes around me, hand, foot, legs, arms, hindering my every movement.
#37 - More: "That's that," he decisively states, satisfied; "now I won't need to exercise mind control over you all of the time; you won't resist as I take more blood, and gradually convert you."
#38 - Honey: If this is a vampire's idea of bedside manner, then it has a lot to be desired; he's sparing no time to try to lure me into complacency with honeyed words, preferring to dive right in.
#39 - Weather: I don't know how I'll be able to weather this; a vampire's captive and plaything, his prey and eventual unwilling companion; it's too much to bear.
#40 - Blue: "You're wishing now that I'd consumed my fill of you," I hear the vampire whispering to me, "that I'd left you dead, cold and blue and bloodless...you think that qualifies as mercy."
#41 - Double: His fingertips brush the double punctures in my neck, and he lets out a low laugh as I shudder in response to the disturbing gentleness behind his touch.
#42 - Braid: Then, his hand finds the hair tie that's keeping my hair in a tight braid, slowly undoing it.
#43 - Thread: Removing the blindfold, he threads his fingers through my hair, unwinding the plait, so that the strands frame my face.
#44 - Angles: He tilts his head, regarding me from different angles, before deciding: "Yes...I think I'll keep your hair down, from now on; I like you better that way."
#45 - Daydream: The vampire settles on the floor beside the couch that I'm lying on, gazing at me; I don't dare to wonder what he's daydreaming about, in his quiet pensiveness.
#46 - Nightmare: Whatever's going on in his mind, I know that it can only be a nightmare for me, an undesired eternity of blood and pain that he'll never permit me to be free of, unless he decides to kill me someday.
#47 - Honor: "You'll learn to accept it, eventually," the vampire whispers, evidently in response to my frightened thoughts, "to honor the bond between us, the fact that I chose you, and not some other woman; you might even come to thank me."
#48 - Palm: Slowly, he raises a hand, the palm gliding across my throat; his fingers tighten, not in a gesture of threat, but one of possession, a claim of ownership.
#49 - Screen: That statement, though unspoken, is as plain as if it were emblazoned across a massive screen: As far as the vampire is concerned, I belong to him, for all time; no questions asked, no quarter given.
#50 - Warmth: An eternity of being denied the warmth of being alive and untouched by this Hell, in exchange for a chill that would be better suited to the grave; that is what I've been consigned to, and I will never be at liberty again.