Form: Vampire
Age: 27
Word Count: 1195

Season 7

(You almost immediately fall for Crowley's charm. Even more so when he offers you what you need most.)

Crowley rarely left hell since becoming King. He had far too much to take care of down below to worry much about what happened on the surface. But whenever he did get a chance to flee, he did. He'd walk the Earth silently, alone, just to enjoy the bliss of a little freedom again.

But on this particular night, he wasn't as alone as he'd first thought.

The breeze blew gently, cool and sweet. But it carried a scent that Crowley knew far too well. "I know you're here," he spoke, not budging from where he stood, "just going to watch me from the shadows?"

For a moment, there was nothing. Then, the king heard a voice reply, "you're a demon, aren't you."

Crowley turned to see you, a beautiful young woman standing a good distance from him. Your hands were clasped loosely hanging in front of your body, legs together and stiffly straight. It was obvious that you were scared of him.

His mood changed completely when he realized he wasn't in a dangerous situation. He felt an odd need to assure you that he wouldn't hurt you, that he only wanted to talk. Crowley gestured for you to approach with his head, "come over here; I won't bite."

Hesitantly, you walked toward him until you stood just a few feet away. Crowley squinted his eyes and asked curiously, "you're young..how old are you? What's your name?"

"I'm 27, my name's (y/n)," you replied nervously, adverting your eyes.

"Ah," Crowley breathed, staring at you in curious wonder, reading into your thoughts, "and just recently turned, I'm guessing?"

You looked up at Crowley in start, "how did you..?"

"Only new vampires don't know how to hide properly," he explained with a witty smirk. After a moment of silence, he asked, "where's the rest of your nest?"

You laughed nervously as you responded in embarrassment, "actually, I killed them."

Crowley's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh my, a timid little girl like you?" He spoke with a sly grin.

Another giggle escaped your lips before you explained, "I didn't want to be this; when I was turned I just felt so, angry."

"You'll adjust," Crowley assured you, "in time." He looked back up at the starry sky.

You followed his gaze and got up the courage to ask a question of your own, "I always expected demons to be more..murdurous..?"

The demon king couldn't hold back his small chuckle. "Most are," he agreed, "I like to think I'm more civilized."

The two of you chatted on for quite a while that night. And when it came time for Crowley to return to Hell, he felt a pang in his heart that he'd not felt since he was human.

• • •

Every night after that, you returned the the same spot in hopes of running into the charming king again. Weeks went by, but eventually he showed. And many nights after that, as well. It became a weekly thing, meeting you in that same desolate spot. And eventually, it was every other night. You became closer, telling stories and even making each other laugh.

Sometime around three in the morning one night, you were unable to hide the growing pain in your stomach; you were hungry.

Crowley must've noticed that something was wrong. He looked over to you, sitting next to him on a bench. "Are you, alright..?" He asked awkwardly, not sure exactly why he worried, just knowing that he did.

"Um," you hesitated, looking nervously over at Crowley, then turning away just as fast, "I, uh, think I'm hungry."

Crowley made an understanding 'ah' noise before casually removing his black suit jacket. You watched in both horror and desire as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. He also loosened his tie and undid the first two buttons of his white dress shirt. He then looked to you with a small grin and asked cheekily, "Where do you prefer?"

"I don't-what-I think--," you stuttered viciously as your eyes travelled across his showing skin. It wasn't just your hunger for blood that attracted you to him, and you knew that for sure now. His thick forearms lined with slightly bulging veins, the top of his chest peeking out of that pure white shirt, the smug look on his handsome face.

"Don't worry about it, I'm offering. I can't die from blood loss anyway, I'm a demon," Crowley insisted, enjoying the way you were looking at him. "Come now, love; arm, neck, shoulder, you name it."

You stayed frozen for a moment longer, watching his chest rise and fall rhythmically, listening to his heart pumping underneath his skin. Then you slowly moved your face toward his neck. Crowley braced himself for the pinch, almost excited for it, but was surprised when he felt something much softer graze his skin. The tiny popping sound of a kiss echoed into his ear, sending waves of ecstasy through his body. He felt his eyes roll back lazily as he enjoyed the sweet neck kisses.

He felt your cold hands brush his chest as you undid two more buttons and slid his shirt down one shoulder, his tie almost completely undone now. Then, almost as small as the kisses, a tiny sting pulsed from the top of his shoulder. And from that, he felt you gently suck on his flesh, so quietly that his light gasp was clear and audible to both of you. After not too long, you pull your head away, only a bit if blood remained on your lips.

Crowley looked down at his shoulder to see nothing but a small, clear cut. He looked back at you and teased, "my, she even eats delicately."

You grinned and blushed, eyes still wondering the demon's body. His shirt undone all the way to the bottom of his chest. The black tie he wore was off of his shirt collar completely now, resting lazily on his bare skin.

Crowley asked cunningly, interrupting her thoughts, "what was all that foreplay about?"

No longer high on hunger, you felt shy again. "That was just, enjoying the meal," you tried to brush it off your shoulder, looking down at your lap, "and I must say: demon blood is..very enjoyable."

"Oh really?" Crowley said, his voice holding a softer tone that you'd never heard before. He gently took your chin in his hand and had you look up at him. Seeing your face so close for the first time, admiring your gorgeous eyes. He could deny himself any longer; the love that he felt for this vampire was tremendous and strong.

Slowly, Crowley pushed his lips onto yours. He felt the wetness of his blood, the sweet coppery taste seeping into his mouth as the kiss deepened. A hand rested over the small cut where you had fed. And when the kiss broke, you continued to stare at each other. Because the night was only so nice when you were together now.