Demon Island

[RedHairedandFriendly]

~ Demon Island ~
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Carmon O’Neil parents were struck down hundreds of years ago by a group of hunters that had roamed the country side of Scotland, where Carmon was born. Through time the young woman grew in knowledge and power, eventually she abandoned her native lands and traveled by ship to the New World. She lived for one hundred years in the City of New York and then left when word of a new breed of vampires was moving in. She was not yet skilled enough to take on a battle for territory, so she quietly bowed out and perfected her skills as time moved on.

She traveled in different circles and lived in different cities. In time Carmon eventually settled in Florida, where she is currently living. She is a warm-blooded vampiress. Her father was a full-blooded vampire; her mother was changed while she was pregnant with Carmon. She lives on one of the many islands of the keys that are not inhabitanted. She lives alone and her wealth if ever brought into question is easily explained with documented researching, showing “old” money. This is in fact true, since Carmon’s parent were exceptionally wealthy individuals and Carmon has continued investing her funds wisely.

During her travels Carmon met other vampires, some like her, some not. Those that wished to flocked to her once she established herself, did. Those that chose not to remain left. Carmon hunts the Florida Keys, ruling over the vampires in her territory. She can come out during the day, but does so rarely, in fear only that one of the locals will memorize her face and years later see that she has not aged. Her skin will burn faster if she absorbs to much of the sunlight so staying inside her home is where she normally will be found.

The locals have legends of her, that started 150 years ago that talk of a haunted island and so as time goes on and legends continue Carmon O’Neil’s home became a cursed island, where all the locals feared and no tourist vessel dared troll its waters. Few fisherman are brave enough to venture out to Demon Island, as it became called, and eventually it was written off as uninhabitantable. A small home rests there deeply hidden from land, sea and air. In it Carmon sits quietly feasting on her supper. She dines on the food of mortals, though she knows in just a few nights she will need to seek her weekly meal, a fresh course of liquid crimson.



Carmon O’Neil
Warm-blooded Vampiress
Age: 563 appears 33 to mortals
6'0
Dark Black Hair
Black/Brown Eyes
Ivory/Pale Peach Complexion
Well formed body, muscular, and feminine all in one package

 

[lonelyboy2006]

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[nightray]

I look over the rail of my yacht as it sails past one of the small islands off of the Florida Keys. My eyes looking off in to the distance as my mind feels the mortals around. There are so many to feed from. The modern day has been a rich feast for me and my kind. More people populating the world then ever. More then I could have imagined, even four hundred years ago. They are so tightly packeted in some areas; odd deaths go unnoticed as long as its not someone well known.

I smile faintly to myself as I see Seven Mile Bridge. The lights of cars moving over it, shining in the dark. It’s summer break, there will be many out of state kids in this area. Many to feed on that won’t be missed for a few weeks. It is long enough for it to be safe to feed from them, as long as I dispose of the bodies properly.

I’ve passed threw this part of the world a few times, never staying for more then a day or two to feed before wondering off again. I haven’t stayed in one place for more then a week in hundreds of years. I’ve yet to find a place that holds my attention or interest for long. I’ve been all over the world stalked the jungles of South America, making the natives fear the shadows. Stayed with the upper-crust of Europe, mingling with the rich and powerful. In all of it I loose interest and move on.

I don’t know why I’m still alive most of my kind grows wary of living by the time they get near my age. Many simply can’t adjust to how the world is evolving, can’t deal with the changes or the loss of there culture. Some simply grow weary of living. Me though, I never stay in one spot for long I find the changes in the world fascinating sometimes exiting. It never stops to amaze me how the pathetic mortals keep evolving gaining new technology, making their lives and mine easier.

“It is good that the cattle flourish.” I say to myself in the cool ocean breeze.

My eyes move as I see a small island just off the main coast I remember the roomer I heard last time I came through. Her people called it a cursed island even starting to call it Demon Island. I study its dark shores not sensing any mortal on it. I smile as I think it’s a perfect place for my kind to live isolated from the mortals as it is.

“I’ll have to cheek it out soon...” I say softly letting my words be carried away in the breeze.

Nine hounded and eighty years has done little to dampen my curiosity.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmon

I pushed the plate away, the graham cracker crust and cheesecake topped with cherries long gone, only fingertip trails could be found on my plate. I sighed and slid myself away from the table. The boredom was pulling me down, the summer had been hot so far, and I had remained indoors for most of it. Summer was the worst for me. The heat was not a problem, but the sun was. The chemicals they created these days helped, but even then I sometimes returned home with my skin red and raw from exposure. I love the winters though, walking the beach, taking in the ocean air and only needing creams on my hands and face. The sweaters help to keep the light off my skin and I do not draw attention to myself like I do when wearing long-sleeve blouses and pants in the summer.

With a heavy sigh I give in to the desire, the need for company. My body craves the blood of mortals, but it is not a pulling hunger, that will come in two days, right now my soul craves someone to talk to, just a few hours of conversation. With a few long steps I glide outside and look toward the horizon. Yachts litter the view and I wonder what it would be like to sail the seas. That is one luxury I’ve not yet given myself, instead choosing to travel by air whether by my own means or those by mans.

Closing my eyes I breath deep and concentrate on the shape I desire. Soon the air lifts me and I soar into the sky. My unique gift gives me many advantages. To change from one that walks on two legs to one that leaps into flight. I can not shift into creatures that swim the seas. I have mastered the technique of shifting into different forms of birds and even small insects, however that is all, so it is with great fun I pick different creatures to fly into the sky as. This day the wings of the white egret lift me higher.

I circle many yachts pretending to swoop and scare some tourists, eventually though I land to rest on one of the Marathon Island beaches. The long legs of the egret carry me into the thick foliage and I continue walking until I emerge as Carmon O’Neil a 33 year old woman that is single and just looking to enjoy stimulating conversation... nothing more... nothing less.

Sandals of pink hue grace my feet, the nails of my toes and my hands matching the flirty color. My hair is branded and hangs down the center of my back, a sting of pink ribbon wove through it. The pink bikini top is covered by a mesh shirt that hangs loose over my pale skin. Denim shorts cover up the matching bottoms and I grin as the sun begins its final drop, thankful that there is no need for the greasy sun-screens of man.

The Island Bar and Restaurant is not foreign to me. I visit several times, one hundred and four times to be exact. It is here where I dine when boredom wins. I laugh with the owners over their comments about my age, saying I don't seem to, offer silly jokes and begin to list all my aches and pains though there are none. I dine occasionally on the tourists in the Keys, but usually go to the mainland... Miami. There I can find almost anyone that will not be missed and only then do I drain the most vile of mortals. I know that next year a new restaurant will become my refuge, there is always a new business sprouting itself and I will visit its owners when they open.

I am not hungry, just want to talk, so when the young man with the long blonde ponytail offers to buy me a frozen drink and share chips with him, I agree and soon I am enjoying the evening and the sound of my own voice, which I do not hear that often, finding no need to talk outloud to myself.

 

[nightray]

I watch the main island of the Keys, wondering if I want to hunt there or go to the mainland. My fingers thrum a slow rhythm on the railing. I know I don’t need to feed or hunt, but I enjoy it. The thrill of the hunt, the sent of fear in the mortal, the sweet ecstasy of feeding. A shiver runs through me at just the thought of feeding. No. I don’t need to hunt; I want to, for that is what the mortals are there for, to be feed on. We are the top of the food chain, not them.

My eyes lift from the lights flickering on the island to the sky. I see a white egret flying, diving at other yachts. Just before I look away something about the bird makes me focus on it more. A small smile appears on my lips as I recognize it for what it truly is. My curiosity peaked I decide to follow the bird and see where it brings me. I want to find out if it is a he or a she, hoping it’s a she.

My mind sends silent commands to the small crew that pilot my boat, all of them enslaved to my will. They are little more then puppets to serve or be fed on, if I’m not in the mood to hunt. I look over my shoulder as I hear whining. My eyes meet those of one of my body guards. She watches me intently knowing I’m about to leave the boat. She and her sister have been stuck on the yacht for weeks. It’s not good to keep a Lycun cupid locked away to much.

I look at her for a time and simply nod, telling the crew to bring the yacht to dock and let my pets off for a run. I smile as she drops to her knees kissing and licking my boot with gratitude. I reach down and softly pet her hair in a fond way. They are good daytime guards, stronger then they look almost as old as I, and they are quite good in bed for when I need release even if they are just bitches.

I push her away from my foot gathering the darkness around me, shrouding my form. With a sudden movement, a black form burst from the darker spot in the night and I fly up high as a black falcon. My keen hunter’s eyes pick out the white egret easily. It finally heads to land. I follow high above easily masking my presents from it. I can see it is younger then me not a whelp, but not old either by my standards anyway.

I watch as the bird lands and walks into the bushes. In my mind I smile broadly as she comes out the other end. I circle her slowly laggardly taking her in. I wonder if she could be the one to keep me company. I have yet to find one that I could stand having around me for more then a month. I always end up either killing them or running them off. Finally I stopped trying a hundred years or so ago, choosing instead to satisfying myself with my two pets. They are no match for one of my kind in bed, yet they do heal quickly and take the edge off the itch. That is enough for me to live with it.

I circle the restaurant she walked into debating how I wished to approach her. I finally land in the shadows between a near by building, shifting back into my normal shape. I stand looking over my clothes, black jeans and black hiking boots, a black t-shirt and a red china dragon on the back. I stretch laggardly feeling my muscles loosen after the transformation, the spin popping from tail bone to neck.

I walk out of the darkness, moving with a grace only one of our kind can manage, a fluidity that speaks of a hunter to any that pay close enough attention. I stop briefly in front of a store my reflection coming off the front window as a street light illuminates me. My eyes flicker over my dark black hair, my face thin, but not to thin; there is enough meat to soften my cheek bones. I stand an easy six feet, perhaps a bit more. I never bothered to measure myself. My skin is dark, purposely having burned myself in the sun, not enough to make me red, but enough to put some color to my skin. I nod in satisfaction at my reflection before moving on.

I silently slip into the restaurant. Looking around, I see her. My eyes drink her in, feeling something pull me to her. I refuse to let that happen yet. I watch as she talks to the mortals as if they were her equal. I shake my head. She must not have any of our kind to talk to. I find this odd, normally when they get be as powerful as she is they gather weaker ones around to rule over. I thought I was the only odd one that didn’t like having the whelps fawning over me.

I find a seat that lets me easily watch over her. My eyes never leave her though it may look that way. I order a Bloody Mary, wishing I could get some real blood in it, but I don’t know how this one will react to another her territory. Not that I really care one way or another she could not touch me. She is strong very strong, but not as strong as me she could put up a nice fight though. A faint smile touches my lips at the thought.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmon

If I had noticed the scent earlier during flight, I had dismissed it, now however as the young waitress refilled my drink and the young blonde-haired gentleman continued to converse with me, I could not ignore his scent. It was there mixing with the smoke of the cigarettes, the aroma of the grilled foods, even the heavy colognes and perfumes the mortals wore were not enough to drown out his smell. My eyes glanced briefly around the room, so as not to disturb the flow of conversation that the young pup and I were engaged in. It was the second sweep, one hidden to the mortal while I sipped at the cool liquid in my martini glass, that my eyes caught his.

I felt my curiosity peak and I angled my head. He was new, not one of the returning followers, so I wondered how long he would be staying. He stood out. Though he may have thought he didn’t, he had managed to perk the interest of a small group of women that were enjoying a night out on the town. My acute hearing picked up their giggles and the erotic whispers they were engaged in as the small silver-white blonde stood up to approach the newcomer. I lifted my brow as the busty female slowly made her advance toward her unsuspecting prey.

My lips lifted in a smirk as the woman placed herself beside him and purposely flaunted her tightly clad breasts. I watched from the corner of my eye, waiting for his reaction. Was he here to feed on locals? Was he looking for someone particular? I found my eyes wavering from the young man at the bar with me and he too sensed it. The mortal turned to see what had caught my attention. He commented about the trollop that was attempting to woo the man with her words and her body.

I chuckled over the words I could hear her speak to him. Words of sweaty nights, endless hours of fun with her and her two friends, long rides that she swore to him would exhaust him yet leave him hungry for more. Something told me that this being was not here for that, he’d come for a reason, or at least he thought he had once he picked up my scent, but I was content in my life on my island. He would be allowed to stay for a while, as long as he did not make his kills on my lands, otherwise he would have to leave.

 

[nightray]

I look up at the blond that has taken a seat by my side watching her while not losing track of my true interest. I let a soft smile come to my lips as I listen to her try to convince me to come with her and her friends. My eyebrow lifts as she makes it clear that all three of them wish to have me. They must be drunk. It’s not often I run into such a situation. My eyes flicker to her friends, taking them in, seeing them pet each other as they watch their friend try to pick me up.

I look into their minds, see where they are from, wondering if they are from out of state or live here. I smile inwardly as I see they are all from California, even better. Other of their friends are known for disappearing, for days as they go out partying . They won’t be missed for a long while and when they are no one will come looking for a long time.

I nod to one of her advances, watching as her smile widens. She waves her two friends over. My eyes move to them as they walk toward me. I glance over their bodies as they move a bit unsteadily from their drinks. I only give them part of my attention as her friends sit on either side of me. Their hands move over my chest and legs cooing over the hardness of my muscles. Their mouths move to my ears, whispering how they were going to show me the best time of my life. I sense under their drunken thoughts that they hope I’ve got some money and will pay for their vacation. I shrug it off knowing that they would not have to worry about paying for anything at all after tonight.

My eyes move back to my true interest watching her, still not openly, not wanting her to know I’m interested in her yet. I see that she has noticed me however. I know she can’t sense my power so it must be my scent or the way I move as I did nothing to conceal either. I just smile as if one of the comments made by the girls caught my interest, though my mind reaches out to the mortals around me. I blur their memories of me making it impossible for them to recognize me if they were to see me again. They will not even be able to describe me to anyone that may come looking for these three girls.

I ask them then if they wish to go back to my yacht for a midnight sail. Their eyes seem to brighten at the mention of my boat. I can almost see the dollar signs in their eyes as they gush all the more starting to compete for my attention. I see in their minds that they think they hit the jackpot and perhaps one of them could get me to fall in love or lust. Only wanting to get me to loosen my hold on my wallet for them.

I stand. Two of the girls quickly cling to either arm. The other moves behind me. Her hand on my ass. She presses into me, pushing her full breasts into my back. I throw two hundred dollars on the table to cover my tab and tip. I note the way the girls look at the money that I so casually threw down for a drink that was only ten bucks at the most. They seem to press even tighter to me. The scent of their excitement drifts up to my nose the arousal coming from deep between their legs.

I take one more casual look at the one that drew me from my boat. I watch her as she resumes her talk with the mortal man. I smile once more as I turn to the door and walk out. I note the looks I’m getting from the jealous men that where hoping to get one of the three. They are jealous that one man was leaving with all three. I make sheer that none of them will remember what I look like before slipping out. I wrap a shroud of darkness around us as we walk. The girls notice nothing as the concealing veil settles around us. It makes us seemingly disappear. No one sees us leave the restaurant.

As I walk along the sidewalk in the direction of my boat I hear a howl come out from the night. One of my pets, obviously out running the streets is stretching their legs. I tilt my head as I hear the second howl not too far from the first. From the tone of their voices their playing chase with a hint of wanting to hunt. I can tell their having too much fun chasing each other right now then in want of a hunt.

My mind latches on to my puppets on the boat. I lead them to me as I walk with my meal. The bleached blonde, the most forward one of the three, already has her shirt unbuttoned and is taking my hand, pressing it to her full breasts. Her mouth sucks on my earlobe. Her teeth scrapes over it, sending chills down my spine. I feel a shiver run through me at the feel of her warm skin. The hard nub of her nipple press into my cool palm. A scent fills my nose. The scent of blood, her blood, hidden just below the surface of the other scents that awaken my hunger. I fight to keep my fangs retracted, not wanting to start the fun until we’re on the boat where they can’t get away, not that they will want to.

Once at the dock I point out my large luxury boat to them. I see and smell their excitement grow as they see the size of it realizing how much I must be worth to have something this luxurious. I lead the way down the dock the sound of water lapping at the hulls of the other boats fill the air the cool salty air. I breath deep, filling my lungs. The scent familiar and comforting. I stop by the plank to my boat, holding out my arm for them to go ahead of me.

My eyes on each ones’ ass, as they walk. I watch them sway as they purposely swing their hips knowing I’m watching. Smiling as they start stripping even before their off the plank. The blond and redhead kiss lustfully as they move to a long chair. I cloud there minds so they don’t notice that I and their friend aren’t joining them. I increase their lust watching for a moment as they practically rip each other clothes off moving into a sixty-nine possession.

I take the brunette by the hand, lead her below deck. The other two are left to their play while the crew launches the boat. They steer it smoothly away from land and any escape for the girls is now gone. I continue down a hall to the bedroom in the back of the boat. I open the door letting her move in before me. I watch as she stops looks around I can smell her excitement and anticipation of what is to come. I move up behind her moving her hair away from her neck kissing it softly. I feel her pulse as she gasps with the tingly of power I send into her from my lips, knowing the sensation is going straight to her cunt.

I push the girl down to the bed. My hand takes the top of her blouse and rips it off, exposing her large breasts to my hungry gaze. I frown as I see they are not real, but augmented to be bigger then nature gave her. I sneer in disgust my interest in her body gone. I see the confused look on her face as she see’s my change in expression. I don’t give her time to react or say anything. I reach down my fingers tangling in her hair lifting her up roughly. Before she can scream with pain I sink my teeth into her throat puncturing her juggler as my lips create a tight seal so as not to loose a drop. My mind clouds her’s to keep her quite. I stimulate her pleasure centers, sending her into a euphoric state. She gasps as her cunt floods with her juices.

I feel her arms go from trying to push me away to wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer as I suck harder. Her hot blood fills my mouth and runs thickly down my throat. The metallic taste galvanizing my cock, causing it to throb painfully in my pants.

I listen to her heart beat slow down, fading and growing weak. Her arms fall limply from around my neck. Her hips stop pressing rhythmically into me as if she were fucking me. I slowly pull my fangs free of her, lick my lips clean of her blood and let her fall in a heap on the floor.

I stand there shivers running threw my body as her blood flows through my veins. My own heart starts to beat once more, helping to spread her blood throughout my system. I open my eyes, look into the mirror and see them fill with blood for a few moments before it settles in my system. I look down at the corpse before me. Dismissing it I turn my back, sending a message to one of my puppets to come take care of it. They will tie cinder blocks to her feet and some raw meat to her in order to attract sharks. I know there are a few sharks that follow my boat having associated my it with food.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

My eyes follow the small group out and I find myself becoming worried as I sense he has clouded the minds of the mortals around him. I know this is not a good sign, something tells me that this individual will be doing more then staying for a short visit. Smiling with a genuine look of sadness, I depart from my companions side and move quietly from the bar and weave my way through the customers.

I step outside and follow the group, their aura being all I can sense. I change once I am hidden into the darkness. The flight of the raven carries me higher into the sky as I continue to watch the females and the male vampire. My eyes never leave them until I hear a sound in the night. My thoughts shift and I breath deep the air, my feathers ruffle in flight, and I quickly bring my attention back to the group.

He takes them to a yacht and I feel the air become charged with energy. I am not as skilled as him. He manages to communicate so well with out words, his telepathy far beyond my skills. I know that he is older then myself, or at least more practiced. I watch the girls walk on board and I see the boat move out into the ocean. I could follow him, but I don’t I instead fly back to my home. My thoughts now on resting.

I will deal with this intruder in time. If he becomes a pest, then we will have to meet. Right now, I will treat him as a visitor to the Keys, just like the ones that will come in a month. I descend to the thick foliage of my island home and change back. My feet bring me to my doorstep and I enter. There are no sounds to welcome me, save the ticking of the clock. I take the steps up to the second floor and then to my bedroom.

Slipping beneath the covers, my clothes now lying on the floor I think back to the stranger and I wonder why the feeling of uneasiness is wafting over me. It is hours before I find sleep and even then the stranger visits me there.

 

[nightray]

I step up to the deck not noticing the two mortals that dart downstairs after I clear the door. My eyes move to the two remaining girls. The scent of sex mixing with the smell of salt water. Their lustful moans and cries of pleasure mingle with the sound of water lapping at the side of the boat along with the wind. My eyes focus on the light blonde woman as she buries her face between the legs of the other. I watch her tongue move over the wet slit of the other girl’s pussy, obviously savoring the taste of her partner.

I slowly walk to them and stand. They attack each others sexes with a lust they have never felt before. My mind keeps them on the edge of coming, not letting them fall of that edge, not yet. My smile grows as the sounds of their frustrated cries. They mutter, telling me how close they are. I slowly begin to slip my shirt off as I hear the first hint of pain in their moans. Their ecstasy builds up painfully, demanding release, a release that I’m not ready to give either of them. As my hands undo my pants I see their fingers sinking deeper into their partners cunts. Their movements becoming more savage and demanding. My smile widens as the blonde rips the other’s cunt. She rams her fist deep inside. The scent of blood excites me. My hunger stated from the first, now it’s just for my own pleasure that I feed.

My hand reaches down to the back of the blondes head. My fingers tangle in her hair and forcefully yank her off of her friend. I sit down on the lounge chair next to them. I push her face down between my legs forcing her mouth over my cock. I feel her gagging over the head as it is pressed to her throat. A deep grown escapes my lips as my cock spasms in her throat.

I look up as the other walks over to me on unsteady legs. Her eyes are filled with nothing but a primal lust. I take her hand and pull her up to me her feet on ether side of my hips as her friends head bobs up and down on my throbbing cock. Her hand rests on her cunt furiously fucking herself. I pull the redhead forward, by her hips, my tongue moves to her bleeding cunt. I taste her sex and her blood. I growl as my tongue rams into her slit, lapping her up, and savoring the taste of her as I feed. My teeth find the ripped flesh. I tear it further. Her blood flows freely now, dripping down her thighs and onto my chest.

I look up at her, watch her head. It is thrown back. She is to far gone in her pleasure to feel the pain of my ripping. I watch as her hand attacks her breast. She squeezes it hard. She twists and pulls at her nipples, lost in her lust. Her pain mingles with the pleasure, enhancing it. I finally let her release her come. I feel her body become rigid as her muscles spasm. She lets out a loud streaking cry of lust as her back arches to its limits. Her fingers twisting her nipples savagely. My teeth sink into her sex harder, drawing more blood as they sever her artery. Her blood flows into my mouth, even as fresh spurts of her juices erupt from her cunt.

As all of this is going on her blonde friend keeps sucking on my cock oblivious to what is happening above her. She doesn’t even note the trickles of blood running down my stomach and into my pubic hair. Her mouth keeps moving up and down on my shaft. Her tongue flicks over the tip as she pulls it out. She probes the little slit, looking for pre cum. Her right hand softly kneads my balls as her left hand works furiously at her cunt. I feel her jerk as she hears her friend’s release. Her hand works even harder.

I let the redhead fall to the deck beside me, what’s left of her life seeps onto the deck. I don’t pay her a second thought as I tangle my hand in the blonde’s hair, once more shoving her mouth down on my cock, forcing it deep into her throat. I arch my back. My seed erupts from my cock, flowing into the blonde’s throat and down her stomach. I feel her struggling to pull up. To breath. I hold her down for a few more moments, letting her know who is in charge. What she gets is because I give it, not because she wants it.

I pull her off of my cock then yank her by her hair. I stand up and bend her over the rail of the boat. With one hard thrust I slam my cock into her dripping cunt, the slapping of our flesh together fills the night air. My eyes move to the island where I know the one I want is on. My eyes pierce the night as I watch the island. I continue to ram my throbbing cock into the blonde slut’s cunt hard and primal. Low growling comes from the pit of my chest. I vaguely hear her screams of pain and ecstasy as I slam into her with bruising speed and strength. I finally release the block on her release and feel her cunt spasms uncontrollably around my thrusting cock. Her screams of sheer pleasure out do that of her now dead friend. I let my seed come forth once more and flood her cunt.

I pull out of her, letting our combined fluids flow out over her inner thighs as she falls to her knees and hugs the railing for support. Her head drops and racking sobs of relief and shear joy shake her body. I ignore her as I turn back to the now dead girl and watch my puppets quickly and efficiently clean the seat where she bleed all over. They then carry her off, out of sight. I walk slowly back to my cabin, to the shower. I turn it on, as hot as it will go and wash off the drying blood. I stare at it watching it swirl down the drain.

Once clean I step out of the shower and hear the blonde stumble downstairs looking for me and her friends. I step out of the shower, still naked, my eyes move to her and I note the dazed, confused look on her face. I smile an, almost gentle smile; I take her hand and lay her down on the bed. I get a wash cloth and begin to clean her up slowly and gently. Preparing the gift for the one that has caught my interest. Once she is all clean I put her in to a deep dreamless sleep.

I pull some fresh cloths out of my closet putting them on swiftly. I then scoop up the naked girl in my arms and walk up to the deck. I wrap the night around me and slip into the place between dark and light traveling in a heart beat to the shores of the island. I stand on the beach tilting my head and listen carefully. My mind goes out, probing gently so as not to alert her. I then walk easily toward her home.

I stop at her front door, thinking of bringing the present to her and laying it down next to her to find when she wakes. But I decide not to, not yet. I don’t want her to realize how strong I am. It is never good to show your hand to early in the game. By bringing the girl this far without detection will show that I’m not a push over without giving any real show of power on my part.

I lay the girl down on the front step, my mind going into hers, pushing her deeper into sleep so she won’t wake before it is time. I then silently turn my back on the house and walk back to the thick underbrush surrounding her yard. Slipping deeper into the shadows and appearing back on the deck of my boat. I watch as the two bodies are dumped overboard. I look down at the water as it swirls violently for a moment a dorsal fin appearing briefly before it sinks back under the water after its meal.

Without speaking a word out-loud, I turn back to my cabin, giving the crew instructions to go back to dock so my pets can get back on board when there down with their play.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The morning light caressed the air around me and I sighed. The darkness was now gone and the morning emerged to greet me. I rose up and slipped on the long white robe, tied it loosely and moved to the lower floor of my home. I smelled her as soon as I stepped on the bottom landing. I would have smelled her earlier, but the deep sleep she’d been placed in kept most of her scent concealed. I closed my eyes and saw him in my mind. He had been on my land and that was something one did not do unless they were invited... not without good reason.

I see his boat, my memory recalling it. He is there on it, I can tell. I walk outside and view the sleeping female. She’s been washed, though there are the telling signs of her recently used sex being used for his pleasure. Anger rolls through me. He dares to come on my lands and present me with a used gift. I snarl at the disgusting woman on my step.

My fury runs through my veins and I kick the woman. “Get up,” I tell her. She still sleeps. “Damn, him,” I mutter. “Get up!” I shout, this time pushing her harder with my foot.

She stirs and stretches, then looks at me. I am not strange looking, just a stranger. She scrambles to her feet and stands before me. Her eyes grow wide in surprise as well as embarrassment for her naked state. “Come inside,” I tell her. My eyes raking over her used flesh. “Damn fool,” I hiss.

The girl jumps to do my bidding, her mind not yet clear as to what she is doing here. “My friends?” she asked.

“Gone. . . I guess,” I tell her. They are gone, he took them. He came here dropped of this poor excuse of a woman. . .a woman he dared to give me after he violated her. Again anger poured through my veins. I will wait till he comes to me, for he had already trespassed, what would stop him from doing it again. This woman was now bait. I had no use for her. “Spoiled goods,” I grumbled.

“What? What are you talking about?” the girl asked.

“A foolish man that . . . Just sit down and I will feed you. Put this on." I had her a housecoat. "You are stuck here. I do not know where your friends are, nor do I care,” I told her. I left her in the dining room and returned with a variety of cut and prepared fruit.

“You’re here for now. I am Carmon, you are?” I ask the young woman. It doesn’t matter her name. She will not leave my island alive, she will not die by my hand though. She will be my prisoner, my companion until he realizes that she was not a gift. . . but an insult. Then he can come back and finish her.

“Tina,” the girl whispers, before sliding a chunk of mango into her mouth. “Can you take me to the mainland?”

“Later, yes.”

Though she won’t go. The sprinkling of drugs I have placed on the fruit will work into her system and in time she’ll sleep. As the girl consumed her breakfast, I watched her. Why this one? What was the reason for keeping this one alive? Why used? What was he telling me by not coming to me, but leaving his garbage on my step?

The girl yawns and I offer the spare bedroom. She feels bad for being a bother, I reassure her that she isn’t and watch her go into the spare room. I then walk outside and lift myself high into the air. I perch on the branch of a palm and wait for him to appear.

“Come and collect your used goods, fool,” my thoughts float through the air.

 

[nightray]

I stir in my sleep as the sun rises slowly over the horizon. The sun can’t kill me like it does some, but I don’t like it. The sun hurts my eyes and makes me uncomfortable not to mention I get sun burn to easily. The windows are covered by black curtains and shut tight so the ocean breeze can’t blow them open. I settle deeper into the soft bed. A faint smile touches my lips as I know the mortal girl has been fond by now.

I know the one on the island won’t like that I used the girl. I don’t expect anything else from one of my kind. We’re all arrogant and I’m sure she has not had much to do with any as old as I. It’s a sign to her that she is not my equal and I won’t think of her as such. She will be my companion, my lover, my pet more then the twins, but not my equal.

My eyes open slightly as I hear the sound of my two pets coming back on board. I feel the movement of the boat as my puppets take us back out into the water away from prying eyes. I feel the bed move as the twins crawl up onto it, each one curls against my sides. I can smell blood. I wonder faintly if they killed any humans or just animals. It matters not to me. When werewolf’s kill it looks like an animal attack nothing to track back to me.

As I drift off to sleep I see the island in my dreams. I watch as the girl is brought inside and fed. I smile in my dream as she is not killed I see the contempt in my future companion’s eyes as she sends the girl to bed.

“She is going to be a challenge,” I think to myself, as the island fades from my mind. I drift deeper into sleep, the gentle rocking of the boat caused by the ocean is soothing

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The morning passes and my problem still does not show himself. I drop from the palm and walk back into my home. The girl is stirring. I hear her. I wish I could return her to her home, but that is impossible now. I look at her as she comes down the stairs. Blowing the hair from my eyes I wonder what to do with her. She’s used goods, not a fit gift and I am not hungry, nor do I desire something as vile as the creature before me. It will be a waste, but I will prove my point.

“Come with me,” I told her. She had no choice, she was to follow me there was nothing she could do for I controlled her. I didn’t even want to touch her, so disgusted by this gift, this used woman that my stomach lurched in nausea.

“Use her and then give her to me,” I shuddered again. I was once again angry. We went outside, her feet sure and steady, her trust unwavering. I could not control multiple humans, only one, sometimes two if the area was not to populated for me to confuse one mind with another.

“Get in,” I tell her once we reach the small peer that stretches from my island. It is a small boat I have, nothing huge, or fancy. I never go far out on it. It is there just for show. It is easily handled by one person and so my unwanted guest sits and waits quietly while I steer us out to sea.

We are not far when I deposit her. I slice to her jugular and she is done. There is no need for her to ever have felt pain. She’d been used and obviously that was enough. It gave him pleasure. It gave me disgust.

The blood that splattered over my boat was quickly cleaned away and I headed back to my island.

I again changed, this time a pink flamingo rested quietly in the bay of my island. “Are you coming yet foolish one?”