Creature of the night (flutterbat, gfd, stare, biteplay) P1

>She's shy, meek, timid and gentle
>But the more she hungers, the more aggressive she becomes
>She has to feed at least once every two days, lest she wants everyone to see her reddening irises and she starts snapping back at people and saying things she would never even think
>Of course she doesn't want to do it, she hates even the idea of hurting and inflicting pain to someone
>But if she doesn't feed, bad things happen
>Really bad things happen
>Or bad things that become really good things, like your meeting

>You'll never forget it
>It was completely dark out, save for some of the moon's light piercing through the clouds
>You were running
>Your heart was beating faster than ever
>You were scared
>You didn't know who, or what was chasing you
>You weren't even sure if something did
>A part of you was screaming at you that you should just turn around and fight like a man, but you simply couldn't
>Fear took over, you had to get away as fast and as far away as possible from whatever was lurking in the shadows
>And you made it
>You got home before it got you, instantly turning back to lock the door and look through the peeper to check if whatever it is that was following you would still try and get in
>And your heart nearly stopped when you saw it
>There it was, standing not five feet away from your door
>You could barely see it, you could only perceive some light shining off of its eyes
>I-it can't get in, right?
>There's no way it could--
>You gasped when it started moving
>One step after the other, it moved
>Again, parts of you fought over deciding what to do
>To run away? To find a weapon?
>To simply watch, terrorized and paralyzed by fear?
>Or was there something else
>Something in its eyes
>Something telling you to stop running
>Ordering you to stop running
>Closer and closer it came, and finally, you could see it
>You could see her
>Fluttershy was her name wasn't it?

>You jolted when you heard the knock
>You saw her hand coming up, but you didn't realize...
>You simply couldn't pry your eyes away from hers
>It's as if it was swallowing your every thoughts
>As if it was sucking your very consciousness out of your head
>"Anon?"
>Her voice did the trick
>You blinked, and finally got out of the hold her gaze had on you
>What's happening?!
>What the fuck is happening?!
>Is this a dream?
>Are you awake?
>Why is she there
>Why is she looking for you at this hour
>Why did she followed you all the way here?
>"Open the door Anon, I know you're in there,"
>Her voice was as soft and sweet and gentle as ever, but the tone was all wrong
>This assertiveness was all wrong
>You never talked to her, but you knew as much, her and her friends were kind of celebrities at this point
>"Come on sweetie, there's nothing to be afraid of,"
>There were many things to be afraid of
"W-why are you there? What do you want?"
>Maybe you should've kept quiet
>Maybe she would've went away if you did
>But what if she needs help and all of this is some kind of misunderstanding?
>"I just want to talk to you, come on, open the door,"
"I-I don't know if I should--"
>"It's kind of cold out here, you don't want me to catch a cold, do you?"
>That wasn't enough
>There's no fucking way you're opening that door unless she gives you a real, valid reason
>And your silence was enough for her to decide to press on
>"It's just me, I wouldn't hurt you, you know that, right?"
>No, actually, you don't know that
>"Look at me Anon,"
>You don't know why you did it
>You still don't understand why you leaned back up and looked through the peeper
>But you know that you lost the second you did
>It was her eyes
>And even through the door, she somehow noticed you were looking at her
>Her widening smirk was proof enough of that
>"Open the door, right now,"
>You didn't realize your hand was moving until the distinct 'click' of the knob could be heard
>"Good boy~,"

>But you had to look away for a few split seconds to open the door
>That was your way out
>The only one chance you'd get
>You realized that the second your eyes left hers as your hand was already turning the doorknob
>And so you tried to take it, your brain working on automatic and fingers instantly reaching back for the keys--
>But she somehow knew you would do that, too
>The door creaked open as your fingers fumbled for the key
>You slammed your left hand against the door to try and force it back, to shut it down
>But it wouldn't budge, not even an inch
>She's strong, you thought
>She was so strong you couldn't even do anything anymore but watch as she slowly opened it
>And your heart skyrocketed anew as you saw her
>She was grinning
>Her eyes looked at you as if you were a piece of meat
>And once again, you found out you couldn't move
>You couldn't run
>You couldn't scream
>All you could do was watch as she took the two steps separating you
>You could only watch as her small hand came up, slowly, and feel it as it crawled its way up your chest, up your neck and end its course against your cheek
>All you could do was feel its warmth radiating against your skin and melt into her touch
>All you could do was feel every ounces of strength and resistance leaving your body as her thumb traced a circle on your skin
>All you could do was step back and follow her every wordless commands as she shut the door behind her
>A small voice in your head told you it meant you wouldn't ever cross that door ever again
>You didn't really care
>You couldn't really care

>There were no more words coming from her or from you that night
>She didn't need to voice her commands after all, and you couldn't think of anything to say
>But there were words coming out of her mouth the next morning
>A lot of words
>A lot of sorry
>A lot of blushing
>And a lot of confusion coming from you
>You were still unsure if that really happened or not
>And you weren't sure why you kind of liked it