Hell sent and hunted

[Spike D. Crow]

"It has been a long time since I last came upon A vampire who had lived through the age before we were hunted. The age where we walked freely among the humans and ruled over both night and day." I say as I look at the vampire who, by the smell of it, would seem to be almost half my age, "I simply thought we might ... reminis."

"So are you interested?" I say as I pull a cigerette out of a secret pocket in my ninja gei, "Hey, either of you got a light?"

 

[Parliament]

After my last hard swing to the window- there wasn't an answer. It was horribly tempting as I deperately am curious to find out whatever that was behind the massive frames of darkly tinted glass that would probably give one a good view from the outside, but not the one on the other side.
"Are you lost? Perhaps I can be of asistance."
The voiced popped behind me as a low snarl, surprising me a bit for I saw no other presence in this street, which would probably serve as the reason why I was pounding at the mansion's glass witht he impolite throwing of stones to its surface. So I turn- only to behold a curiously queer man, dressed in the most unusal and amusing way that I could ever imagine. I recognize the voice- it was the entertainer from the park.
I had to cough, I had another stone garsped with my left hand. Cocking a brow, I turn to him- taking a step back, giving away a shake of my head, "Oh... no. Not at all. I know my way around here-." I lied. I perfectly knew this man is a killer- the same kind as I am. But why must he announce it- it makes me think he wants to raise awareness- that can never be succesful.

"Lovely night isn't it."
he breaks my stammering- only making me answer nothing back, remaining silent in my stance, my gaze shifting from him to the window- anticipating, hurrying up time and the sound waves that might deliver my unspoken message of curiousity to the one behind the window of the old grand house.
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Then a figure emerged from the window- a build so grand yet at the same time- weightless. It came to my attention that he was male from the tone of his voice once he landed on the ground with a light tap his feet, and the rustling of the fabric of his clothes. He spoke, and once he did- questions came running to my mind upon the confimation that he was one of my race. Yet- he was none of what I have seen before. Perhaps it was the seclusion I had- and the ignorance she was gifted with upon her birth to the world of the undead.
And the man adresses us- me being the last. With a heavy swallow- I have managed to answer his question, "You- you are the one living up there. I... I have not seen you before."

Maybe it was the shadows or it was just my eyes against the heavy mist of the damp and cold night. Every ugly vein beneath my skin had begun thumping for there was a powerful pull from the man's gaze, a hard stare coming from his gently tilted and frowning chiselled face.
"The stones... I was being polite."

 

[nightray]

Ramon

I smile slightly looking at the man his words of wishing to remines seeming to be funny for some reason. I shrug as if to say if you wish to I have no objection to it. I then smirk at his request for a light. I hold out my hand palm out and a small flame appears just over it a nice little trick I learned from my maker. She told me that some can do it and some can’t and the older you are the stronger what you can do becomes. I hold out my hand and the small flame flowets threw the air and stops at the cigarette lighting it before flickering out.

I shrug at the look he gives me “I’m not very good at doing that my maker showed me she was able to make a man burst in to flames with a mere thought.” I shrug agene. “I have more sudil strong points.” I say in my soft almost unodibls voic. I smile secretively.

I chuckle softly at the girls wards she is obviously intimidated by me. I look her in the eyes taking her messier agene something about her attracting me to her. “Yes I’m the one who lives up there. As for not seeing me before I’m hardly surprised I don’t mingle very often I prefer solitude for the most part.” I raze an eyebrow then looking them both over. “But I think I will make an emption tonight…” I shrug then as if I didn’t know why.

“Would you two like to come in or would you rather go and speak some where ells?” I watch them both carefully waiting for there answers wondering how they would answer.

“OO wher are my maners.” I bow slightly. “I’m cerently known as Raomon.” I straten a slighte smile cerving the corners of my lips as my eyes watch them both.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

"I prefer to dwell in my castle. You are both certanly welcome to join me there. I like to consider my home as a safe haven for any creature of myth and legond. A place where where one can come to hide from the light of day and man alike." I say with a smile as I jesture towords my castle, "It's the big one that shrowds the town in shadows during the day."

"By the way. Your maker, she wouldn't happen to be Akasha, the Queen of the Damned. You see, she is an old friend of mine and she too had the ability to make a man into a pile of ash with a mere glance."

 

[poohlive]

"Moldavia," Dale repeated, wincing as she pulled the bandage tight across his wound. He looked at her, so many emotions running across him at the same time. Scared, curious, wonder and even a little anger. He didn't know what to do, but it had to start with her.
"You are a vampire, right? I didn't know they existed... I mean, before tonight. I don't know what to believe after this night."
Dale touched the back of his neck, where the vampire had bit him. Where he felt his soul pour out of him. It stung, but not a physical pain, more like something inside that would never really heal.
"What about me? Am I going to... I got bit. I don't know how this works. Who was it that did this to me? Why me? What did I do? I just wanted to go home..."
Dale began to just talk his thoughts aloud, unable to stop himself once he began. He cut his tongue short, looking at her with wide eyed curiousity. At this point, not matter how scary and beautiful she looked, she was his teacher, and he her eager student.

 

[katalynn]

Moldavia ~

"He bit you? You have no marks on the sides of your neck though? Where did he bite you?"

Shocked, staring right at you waiting for you to show me. Angered look crossed my eyes when you pointed to the back of your neck.

"Well, you've had one hell of a night. Two deaths and neither one were good enough to kill you fully. Tell me, did he share his blood with you? Or just bite you?"

The shock was wearing down, I know he did not die. But now he has to, has to take my blood as well as I his. This was surely something I had not intended. How could I have missed the mark on the back of his neck..... Course I hadn't expected to find them on the back.

"Hmmm how this works... well ummm. first off you hadn't died fully.. and assuming he did not share his blood, you will.... need to take mine... I would take yours..."

Waited for his reaction to this, it wasn't pleasant.

"And... you will need to ... die properly... Sadly you still have drugs in your system. And seeing how you have had some pretty unsuccessful incounters tonight. We will have to do somthing tonight, to make at the least everything proper."

Thought about it for a moment, lost distant look in my eyes. It has been so long since I've done something like this. Never thought I would do it again. Past few times I've changed a mortal like that they betrayed me and send the hunters after me. Or just try and kill me themselves.

"Though, it normally takes three days, normally. I have the knowledge to make it quickly in one night. It would be better to properly finish tonight, and make all this pain of yours to disappear. But since you did not die completely, and share his blood.
"You were close enough to death that you would feel some of the changes, but will not be pure. ... ummm that may have been confusing.. lets here.. it's been while and I never had to explain such things."

Taking a deep breath trying to think of a better way. There really wasn't a better way to explain such things.

"This vampire that bit you obviously did not know what he was doing. Basically what it comes down to is, your still mortal. Your body needs food and whatever mortals needs. But since you were close enough to death you will feel the urges that I do. You need vampire blood to make you pure."

Sat in silence for a moment looking away from him, still felt his eyes tearing throught me.

"I do not do anything like this less I have .. well at this point.. your consent to do so. It is entirely up to you... Just to warn you, you will not be happy like this. Like you are now, you would be much better off being pure vampire. The choice is yours."

With all tha said I had left the room to let him think about it, I didn't go far. Went downstairs to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of wine. If he decides to do this, the wine will help thin his blood making the drugs less distastful for me. I hated druged blood, but this needed to be done tonight. And I knew just how to do it.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

"Well, what do you say?" I ask waiting for their reply.

 

[poohlive]

It was an entire minute before he moved. The door swung close, and he just stared at it, as if it were the door to his own life. Closing on him, as it always did.
"I just wanted to hang out with my friends," He said, as if that excuse would justify anything. The empty echo in the room gave him all the sympathy he deserved. Nothing had been right, not since he went to that party.
Now, he sat here, at a vampire's lair, with an ultimatum that he will either die, or become one of them.
One of them? Who in the hell are vampires? Just a night after knowing they existed, and now he has to become one of them? He has to live in the night, and feed off off...
At the very thought of this, a strong urge swept through him, like a pain, starting at the back of his neck. It rode through his bones like electricity through a wire, shocking him to the very core.
He was so thirsty. He didn't even know it until now. Dale licked his lips, but it didn't help.
Dale got up, walking outside the door. He met Moldovia in the hallway, as she carried back a bottle of wine.
"Just..." He said this, looking at her with both fear and pain, "Just don't hurt me."
He almost laughed, but felt more like crying. No, she wouldn't hurt him. She would just kill him.
Welcome to hell.

 

[katalynn]

Moldavia ~

He was like a child all the sudden, such a shame something like had to happen to him. This shouldn't be forced on anyone. I don't who the vampire is, he is on my hit list right now. Killing a room full of drug addicts, and poorly I might add. I must find this lost soul, if it's possible.

"I can't promise it won't hurt. But I will make it as painless as possible for as long as possible. When you fully change though there will be some pain as the rest of you mortality dies. Though that will not last long."

Handing him the bottle, it was only half full. It was some pretty powerful stuff, With a slight taste of blood, make any human so cloud minded they won't know what was real or not. Better than any drug he could have. It also cleansed the blood of any poisons, an old recipe I had found long ago. I did not tell him this, he will soon feel it after the first two or so drinks. Once he drank it I immediatly brought him into a tender kiss, making his head spin. He almost dropped the bottle in response to the kiss, traced my hand down his arm taking the bottle from him.

Guiding him with kisses towards the couch, setting the bottle onto the table, never breaking from his embrace. We fall onto the huge, black leather couch. Me on top, I can tell from his reactions that the drink was already taking affect, or he was just plain aroused and wanted more. His hands roaming all over my body as I purred into his ear. Licking and tasting at his neck, fangs slightly touching the skin, making it as arousing as possible.

"Tell me.. m'pet.. what is your name? Tell me how you are feeling right now.."

Whispered into his ear lightly. Moving his leg between mine dry humping his leg against my sex. Relentless licking and kissing at his neck, ear and lips. Feeding off the warmth of his masculine body.

 

[poohlive]

"Dale," He almost hummed as she began to nuzzle his neck. A series of tender nerves exploded as Moldavia dragged her fangs across his skin. He put his hands up to stop her, but instead drew her closer to him. It felt wonderful. An erotic sensation he had never experienced before. As she nipped and kissed his neck, he gave himself away to her, and the pleasure she brang.
"I need you," His cock straining in his pants to get free, urged on by her movements, her touch, her kiss, the very movement of the room around them.
The wine must have gotten to him. At the moment, he could not remember thinking so clear or feeling soo good. She had opened something inside him.
Or maybe it was the wine.
Or the new vampire urges rising up inside him.
He didn't know, maybe a combination, but at this point he only wanted more. The thirst inside him quenched for far more than just blood.
Groaning, Dale exposed his neck as far as he could for her, anticipated to feel her next move.

 

[katalynn]

I felt the change in him, in his tone. It wasn't just lust, that was most of it yes, but there was more to it. In the way he pulled me closer exposing his neck, taunting me to bite him right then. I wanted to, it still was a bit to early. For as much as the hunger was rising deep in me, I had waited a few moments. Nipping at the tender skin, broke the skin just enough to taste the blood. It still had a hit of the drugs in it, least no where as strong as before.

Took my wrist and sliced with my nail, making the blood swell from the wound. Placing it at his lips, the second he started feeding off my blood, being distracted. I began to feed off his, biting into his neck. Blood rushed through my veins like never before. I was taking the rest of his mortal blood, as he took mine. Both for life, binding us together.

When I felt his mortal life leaving him, I left him to feed off me just a little bit longer till I couldn't give him anymore. I could tell he was in some kind of pain as the rest of his mortal soul was dieing. I kept going, trying to make as pleasing as possible. Kissing down his chest tenderly, my hands are now working at getting his pants off. It was clear that he couldn't decide if he should be in sheer pain, or in pleasure.

 

[poohlive]

It felt like he had been beside himself. A part of him, something more than just physical, moved as she drank. It tugged once more, as it had when the vampire drank his blood. It was't the blood that left his body, but his soul.
He laid there, weak, fighting a sickness that now wrapped its cold tendrils around what was left of his heart. He came out in a cold chill, pain shooting up and down his body from various places.
As this happened though, he was aware of warmth, something that snapped him back to this land of mortality like a shot in the dark.
Her touch.
Soft, and caressing on his skin. He could feel her pulling his pants off. For a moment he helped her, unsure if he really did or not, but wanting her touch over him again. It brought soothing to this madness, both fighting for whatever there was left to fight.
"Yes, oh God, yes."
Dale rand his hands through her hair, keeping her close to him, so she could touch him, so he could feel her. He wanted her so bad, all of the sicknesses in the world couldn't stop that now. As he laid there, dying, his only thoughts were of her.

 

[katalynn]

There was a few moments where he layed there unmoving. He has finally died, died happy here in my arms. I had stopped doing what I was doing, layed there next to him awaiting for him to wake up as an immortal. His new life of which he will either hate, or learn love.

As I waited, sat there really looking at him. Tracing his torso with my nails, watching the wound on his shoulder heal. He was still unmoving, but his body was changing and I could do was wait. Wait to see if he would betray me like all the others, or possibly be a mate. Watched how his hair became shinier with life, growing longer to shoulder lengther. Suddenly he gasps for his first breath, as a newborn would when entering the real world for the first time. He gripped the couch hard as his body grows accustom to the new changes. Still, I layed by his side knowing he's going to need me there for him. For now anyway.

 

[poohlive]

The first breath came in short and choppy, and almost made him choke to death. He breathed in, coughed most of it out, and then struggled long enough to get another one in. Despite that, the breath came in longer, deeper, and stronger than any breath he had ever taken. It was like he had come out of some coma, and woke up ten times stronger.
As he opened his eyes, everything just looked different. Things seemed timeless now, and not just objects. They had a will and a movement all their own, which he hadn't known until just know. A clock somewhere began ticking off seconds, but the seconds dragged on and on.
He was immortal.
His first breath as something more than more.
It hurt.
He doubled over in pain once more, part of him still rejecting it. A part of him didn't even accept the night's actions as real, just a bad movie he had seen after he got stoned, that's all. A movie, a bad movie.
His arms went around Molavia, instinctively. He held her, close to him, just trying to get everything settled. She felt so good near him, so comforting. The only thing he had now that made any sense.
"What?" The words came out heavy and drawn, as if his voice too had been altered by the blood, "What do I do now?"

 

[katalynn]

I was pretty much without emotion at this moment. Letting him get a grasp on reality and things that just happened. He held onto me tightly, not out of fear, don't know, he seemed to be thanking me in a way I supose. This did not matter, he had a ton to learn and an eternity to do it in.

"Well first of all, we are going to need to get you some clothes, I might have a few things left from a previous..........."

Fell silent a moment thinking about him, he was my last lover of which decided to hunt me down because he found out a few things of which I had. Sadly enough, I brought him into this life as well and ..... well.. I took him out it.

"A previous male I once knew, you look a bit bigger than him but the few things I have should fit you.... umm other than that, what would you like to do? Consider this your night, whatever your heart desires we shall do it. If you wish to explore the world with your new senses we will, if you wish find out what of *taste* you might like. Anything you wish."

Part of me wanted to get up, other part claimed that this felt really good. Being held like this, it has been far to long since I had been in the arms of another.
Still, I couldn't, wouldn't get attached to this one.
Reluctantly I broke free from his arms to go get the clothes I had told him about. Came back with a decent size duffle bag full of various clothes and I let Dale choose whatever he wanted, taking my seat back on the couch next to him.

 

[poohlive]

Dale watched as she left, unsure of himself at just that moment. He had thought something... something special had come between them. A little spark, more than just blood or life, but... something.
She pushed him away though. He sat there, alone, sounds coming to him which he had never heard before. His own heart thrummed in his chest, pumping slow and deliberate. Blood that circulated through him, so strong now, and yet... so weak.
A thirst gripped him, one that seemed never to end, no matter how long he drank. It tugged at his teeth, grinding between his eyes in a way even he didn't know was possibly. This is what a true junkie felt. He remembered this. A few years ago, he had tried some speed balls. After a week, he got off them, but he felt just like this for over a month afterwards.
A junkie.
That's what he still was, only now his drug lived in the hearts of others.
As she came back, clothes laid out for him, Dale arose, undressing what little he had, and putting on somethign that suited him. He looked at her, naked, wondering if shame still entered into his vocabulary.
Not anymore.
He gave her a smile, putting on the clothing that seemed loose, but felt good over him all the same.
"I want to drink," He said, his ears echoing the choice throughout his body, and it shook with excitement, " I need to hunt. Show me."

 

[nightray]

Ramon

I look at the man standing behind the woman who had been throwing rocks at my window. I tilt my head slightly at his words a smile appearing on my lips. I shrug then “Why not it may be amusing.” It’s been so long sins I talked to one of my kind it may be a good thing to catch up to what is going on in the shadows of the world.

I tilt my head at his question of who my maker was. “No it wasn’t the Queen thou she may have been as old as her.” I pos thoughtfully trying to think if my maker mentioned the women this one speaks of. “She’s been dead for a long time now human slavers killed her among are subjects.” I frown at the remembered pain.

I look up then my eyes meeting his for a moment before I look at the girl to see what her answer would be. I lesson to the knight as I wait forcing the bad memories down not wanting to think of that day.

 

[katalynn]

Licked my lips as he got dressed, even when he was fully dressed he looked tasty. Tongue lightly crossed over my fangs, tasting slight faint of his blood still on my lips.
His words brought me back;

"mmmm yes, hunting.. What would your taste be? some helpless lost girl? Party treat that's wasted on sweet wine? The rich teens that sneak out? What type of sweet innocent woman pleases your appatite?"

Just the mere thought of him ravishing some girl, either forcefully or seductivly was slightly arousing. Tonight chances are its going to be some force in it, depending how he is with the lady's.

"You pick the place and we shall go. I wouldn't mind seeing how much of a lady's man you really are."

Stood up throwing on my long leather duster, taking his hand indicating that he follows. Within mere seconds we were in the heart of town, that shadow step rules. Stood there a few moments letting him get used to things around him.

"What do you here? Smell? See? Use all your senses, your senses will pick out the perfect one for tonight... Get used to them, follow them. Feel everything, hear, taste, smell... Everything..."

Stepped into the shadows for a moment, and just watched him. Not letting him see where I went, or see me. Wanted to see how much if his senses were alive. See how well he would use them.

 

[poohlive]

The smell opened his eyes more than anything else. Humans could smell for shit. Their noses were more for display than of use in the world. As Dale leaned to the ground, his nose inches from the pavement, he just inhaled the deep aroma around him.
Smells seeped from everywhere. He knew just what kind of pizza the parlor down the street was making, how scared the kid who was about to steal a can of popo was, the aroma's that he never knew existed.
As they came into him, he knew what they were though, and just what he wanted. Smells stimulated his hunger. He smelled the blood of humans that coarsed through the veins of everyone. He knew which was tainted, and which would be sweet to the taste.
Dale whimpered, smelling the blood he craved so badly now.
A woman.
His whole body lurched, without realizing it, to a club not two blocks away, where a young blonde was standing outside a night club, waiting to get in. She was pure, untouched by a man's hands, and even better, she was in heat. Human female heat.
Dale whimpered. He began to walk, sniffing it in again and again. Her sexuality, now pouring off of her, drove him more than the pure blood. It was female, and it was young and fresh, and it wanted him.
The blood would taste so much more sweeter coming from her. He didn't know how he knew that, but his nose told him. He believed it.
He came up to her, his eyes closed. She stepped back, but intrigue wore on her face. Dale held her close to him, still in the nightclub line, his nose against the fragile skin of her neck, breathing in the fresh tasty blood just inches away.
"Oh god," She purred against him. He knew she tried to resist, and some part of her did, but it was weak, as weak as he was now to the hunger. He didn't know if he could stop at this point. He wanted to kill this woman, but the hunger craved her flesh, and his manhood craved her sex.
Dale could do little to stop either.
"The alley," He said betwen heated breaths. She tried to follow, if he hadn't already been dragging her along.
There. Alone, just out of sight of the crowd, Dale ravished her with senses. He eased himself inside her in less than a minute, and she did little to stop him.
"Oh god, yes... yes..." She cried, holding him close to her. Dale bit into her, taking the sweet sweet blood that would quench his hunger. He drank more and more.
She screamed as they both came. The loss of blood and new found erotic experience sent her over the edge, and his new fill and erotic experience did the same for him.
She had died.
Dale dropped away from her, blood all over his mouth, running down his neck, along his hands. With his hunger filled, the guilt seeped in on what he had just done.
"Oh God," Dale leaned down against the back of a brick wall, looking at her dead body, still warm. What had he done?
It tasted so sweet on his lips.

 

[katalynn]

Moldavia ~


I had watched his every move, granted it was a bit ... hmmm.. straight forward. This was his first and he did extremly well. Girls were always easier to get, my first wasn't so easy. That was when I learned fear made the blood even sweeter.

She didn't resist him in the least, to intranced by his touch and how he aroused her without doing much. The best power of all, and he will learn how to use it. Watched how he took her into the alley, how he fucked her as he took her life. This was a new arousment for me, I liked what I saw. Now the guilt.

Came out of the shadows as he leaned against the wall, her body layed on the ground, skirt above her hips baring all she had to the world. Dales' pants were still undone, his relaxed sex was still out. I walked up to him running my hand along his manhood, slowly putting the beast back as I zipped and buttoned his pants back up.

"Aye m'pet.. The guilt of the first kill is always one to never forget. You were wonderful though, still needs some work, but for now it was very good."

Pressed my body up against his, I was so aroused with what I saw that I ended up kissing Dale, licking the sweet blood fron his neck and mouth, kept my hand down between his legs. Wanted him right there, then something caught my attention, heard some teens walking this way in the distant. Pulled back from him,

" m-m-m-m-m she was a sweet one.... someday you will learn to make the sweet ones last.... but for now we must rid the body, if she is found like this and people saw you, it'll make a scene we can not afford to have."

There was still blood pouring from her delicate throat, leaned above her, sitting her so I can get a better taste of the warm sweetness, at the same time closing the wound. I don't like to leave my mark, also need to carry her somehow and i'm wearing my good leather. Picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, taking his hand and stepping into the shadows just as the teens turned the corner.
Within two steps we were in the blackness of the gravyard. Where no mortal would be able to see past their noses, but we were able to read each head stone, smell the dead that flooded the air, feel the pain of souls that still haunt the land. I brought her to the main door of the mortician and let him take care of her.

"She will have a proper grave m'love.."

Looked into his eyes, the guilt layed heavily in them. I wanted to comfort that guilt, but I knew what it was like. What it is sometimes still like. Ran my hand lightly down his chest, back up to trace his neck and jawline;

"It'll soon pass, within a week it'll be so much easier and you'll be thinking of ways to make the hunt entertaining."

Grinned up at him, we were here all alone back out in the trees of the graveyard. I wanted to hunt yes, wanted to show him how I did things. Part of me was somewhat pained that she had to die, but if that was to be his taste, then it shall. I didn't show the pain for her, all he saw was the lust that ran deep in my eyes. Right now it was passion for him.

"Shall I show you how I hunt? Or would you rather explore your new world some more?"

It seemed the more I tried to avoid not getting close to him, the closer I wanted to be. More and more it was getting harder to keep my hands off him, to not kiss his sweet lips, to feel his body pressed against mine. Still, I held back, forcing myself to *behave* trying to remind myself of what may happen if I did get close. Pulled my hand back reluctantly, leaned back up against a tree;

"What do you say m'pet... This is your night... your wish is my command for anywhere you wish to go.. to see.. to do... I will make it possible.."

I fell silent after that, realizing how that may have sounded, but it was to late, however he took it depened on him. Lowered my gaze down from him, waiting for his response. Dale could see it that I wanted more, for some reason I was fighting it, reasons he obviously did not know.

 

[poohlive]

As Dale walked, a new feeling came over him that he had never even begun to grasp before. A feeling of power and immortality. A pride that came with knowledge that no one or nothing could ever fuck with him again. It ran through his veings, along with the new blood.
The guilt tore his heart fresh, but the power seemed to renew it a thousand times again.
Dale knew he wanted more. The taste of his lips craved something that he could never quite satisfy again.
"Show me," Dale spoke to her, looking at her stance against him, with wide wishful eyes of a young one willing to bear it all. He trusted her, a lot more than he should, but at this point he had no choice.
With all his power, he was still just a pup compared to her.
"Show me all you know. I want to see you hunt. I want to see your skills in action."
He smiled, and his eyes stole into her.

 

[katalynn]

He was looking more and more like a vampire. I knew then he would make a perfect pet. Least until the possible time I would have to kill him. Hopeful that time would never come.
Lustful look in my eyes became wild at his wish. He wished to see me hunt, wished to learn how to put the fear into a mortal, making their blood ever so sweet.

There wasn't much for me personally to choose from, it was a decently calm night. So sadly I would have to take a possible innocent soul. Though I would try to find one more deserving of death. Though the night would be fading within hours, I hadn't realized how late it had gotten.

"First lesson... Let's see how well you can keep up."

Within a moment I was gone, smelling out some arousment of a woman in the park, followed by a mans lust for her. I drew near the couple, the trick was find a way to seperate them. For Dale, this would take time. Sensing Dale close by, he kept up surprising well for his first time. My smile grew like a wild cat after its prey, I should let him get the female, and if he did go after her, all the better for his lesson. If he chooses to watch me then even better;

Focused on the female for they are easier to scare, putting vivid images into her head, making her feel insects crawling all over her delicate skin. I faded into a light black mist, she was on the edge of an orgasm soon she was screaming. It was hard to tell at first whether it was from my visions, or from the orgasm. Though, after a few moments it wasn't so hard. She broke free from the man, frantically swiping away invisible bugs that she saw crawling on her. He was frightened at not knowing what was wrong with her.

I surrounded him in the mist, as she took off naked through the park. Felt his heart pounding hard within his chest, wasn't good enough though. The mist was slowly turning into a black panther behind the male that was now standing up. Licked his skin as if tasting it, when he looked down and I looked up, pulling my ears back, baring my teeth, growling at him as if I was going to attack him right there..... Now his fear was good enough.. and the chase begins.

He backed up slowly, I reached a paw out to him in an attack swipe, not touching him, it was enough to send him off running. Sadly in the direction of the town and not the woods. I cut him off in motion, forcing him to turn the other way. Staying within the shadows of the trees, zig zagging to keep the male on the right path. Only to come up to a dead end. His fear was so intense, It drove my hunger to no end, I was aching for his soul.
So focused on the male before I hadn't thought about m'pet till I sensed his presence near by, glad that he decided to follow me instead of the female. I hid in the shadows a bit longer, watching the male try his hardest to find his way out. Stepped out into the mans veiw, pouncing on him hard forcing him to land on his back. Slowly the cat form changed into my human form, straddling him, baring my fangs brightly to him, keeping his fear alive. Oh god I needed his blood so bad, my earlier meal did not compare to this.

I kissed him hard on his lips, almost like his last kiss before death. His fear turning into arousment, at the same time held onto the fear as I moved towards his neck. The vein beneath the skin was begging for me, taunting me. Unable to contain myself, kissed his neck sinking my teeth into the tender flesh. Sweet hot, blood pouring easily down into my throat. He gripped at the ground, arching his back forcing his naked sex to rub between my legs. Then, nothing... His body stilled as I took it all, his blood running smoothly through me. Awakening every single nerve that hasn't been fully awake in days. My flesh seemed to glow against the darkness, it almost felt like my first kill. Feeling so alive, so wild.

"That is how I hunt m'pet............ you should taste how sweet feared blood is... Its.. m-m-m-m-m ... theres nothing like it.."

Let the blood linger on lips for a few moments, wondering if Dale would be bold enough to kiss the blood from them. Closed my eyes for the moment, just relishing how good I felt.

 

[poohlive]

To run through the forest like it bent to your very will exhiliarated him. It coarsed thoughts and feelings in his brain he had never experienced before. As he ran, his feet barely touched the ground. They seemed to only come down as a ritual of how he used to run. He believed he didn't have to use them at all anymore to follow after Moldavia.
She hunted from fear. He could feel it, in the heart of both the woman and the man. A pulsing at the back of his neck that wouldn't go away. It excited him, and made his hair stand straight up, as if electricity were charged in the air.
He followed after her, wanting to see this, wanting to feel this. She hunted like a pro, but the look on her face made this anything but a ritual. This was her life, this was her excitement. This was her drug.
And it was his drug too.
He stopped, as she bent over him, drinking the life out of the now empty carcass. Dale leaned down as she told him of the sweet blood, and how he should taste it.
Dale snaked a tongue out, taking a drop from her lips. The blood energized him with no fail. It was like tasting pure adrenaline. He kissed her, tentative at first, just getting at the blood, but as she kissed back, he couldn't help but want her more then the blood itself.
"Oh God," He kissed her hard, over the dead body, but he didn't care. The world swept away at this point as his lips met hers, and he kissed with a fervered passion that he knew only vampires could have.

 

[katalynn]

Parted my lips as he traced them with his tongue, slipping my tongue out to meet his own lips. Brining us into a kiss, I knew then that I had him, still straddled on the corpse beneath me, feeling his still hardness pressing between my legs, adding to the lust I already had. Kissed Dale back, letting him take control of how far he wants them to go. Slid off the body, slowly standing and lightly pushing Dale back away from it.

"I can't take it any longer.... I want you... need you!"

Whispered softly into his ear just before taking the tender lobe between my lips, pressing my slender body against his muscular frame.

 

[poohlive]

Dale let his hands move up and down her frame, something he had wanted to do since the moment he saw her. There was so much passion and lust in her throaty whisper, he nearly took her there. He wouldn't mind backing her up against a tree and just fucking her brains out without a second thought.
There was no real thinking with her. She nibbled his ear, and all of the thoughts left him. Dale kissed down her neck, letting his newly razored teeth tickle the fine supple skin down there. It teased him so, and he thought perhaps her as well.
"I... I just can't help myself."
He bent his body in against hers, forcefully wanting to feel every curve next to him. She could be so strong and so feminine at the same time, it drove him wild.
Dale moved her to the ground, on top of her now, as if he were her captor. He had somehow taken her prisoner, but he knew that wasn't possible. If she didn't want him, she could easily have killed him. She did want him.
Another stirring tickled his spine, and he began to undress her under him, wanting to get at the tender flesh beneath.