Hunter and Hunted, Which is Which?

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC: At Angelus's request I'll make the first post for his Unnamed thread Casting call and put a link there.
More are welcome I suspect, but check with Angelus first of course to be sure. *s
PP

IC:

The sun was just setting as the plane landed. It had been an uneventful flight and since his seating companions were far from interesting or entertaining he napped most of the flight.

Once they'd all disembarked and were in the terminal he smiled at the faint stirring of hunger, of need that began as he looked at several highly attractive women.

'Perhaps just a snack to whet my appetite for later on,' he thought to himself as he singled out a tall Eurasian woman walking toward him in the direction of the escalators to the baggage claim area.
Her long glossy black hair hung down her back to her buttocks and were held from her face by two ivory and jade combs on either side of her head.
Her face was that incredible mixture of oriential and occidental that give many Eurasians such incredible beauty. Her dress hugged her hinting and promising at what was under it. High and apparently firm breasts, a flat tummy, long and toned legs whose thighs pressed against the fabric with each step. A walk like a model, or hooker, one foot slightly cross the other making her hips sway side to side enticingly.

He stepped in front of her causing her to pause and look up at his 6'+ height and into his eyes with surprise.
He exerted his 'influence' as naturally as he breathed, "Hello my dear. You look lovely and are so pleased to see me that you will hug me and smile, won't you?"
Her eyes glazed momentarily as the words sunk in and took hold of her mind. She shivered slightly, and deliciously, then smiled at him. It was a pleased and happy smile as her arms went around him and she pressed herself to him as she hugged him tightly.

"Is anyone meeting you or expecting you right away?" he asked quietly as he hugged her back.

"No, I'm not being met and no one expects me until I have to be at the agency for a modelling shoot in the morning dear," she replies with a faint British accent.

"Then I know when we've retrieved our luggage you'd love to accompany me and be my guest for the night wouldn't you?
"You may call me Alfred for now my lovely and what's your name?"

"Thank you Alfred, I would truly love to be your guest and my name's Suzi, Suzi Wong."

He offers his arm, which she takes, and baggage is retrieved and a skycap puts it into a taxi for them. Once in the cab Alfred asks for them to be taken to one of the cities five star hotels.
During the ride they speak quietly in the back seat so as not to be heard over the taxi's radio, and he begins her seduction now that he has her under his sway and control. He prefers active participants to mindless zombies.

"You are a very sensual, exotic and erotic woman Suzi," isn't that correct?

"Yes Alfred I am and always have been. I enjoy sex immensely, but am selective in my partners."

"Would you select me as a sex partner Suzi?"

"Oh yes Alfred I would indeed. You appear to be a man of experience and one who would know how to please a woman."

"How kind of you Suzi. I will do my best to pleasure you as you've never been given pleasure before in your life," he says as his hand slides along her thigh raising her skirt as it does. Once her thigh is bared half way his hand moves to the warm stocking clad thigh to stroke and knead. "Would you like to touch me Suzie? If so you may, and as intimately as you'd like."

Her hand immediately moves to his thigh and her nails scratch their way up his pant leg until she's cupping and kneading his crotch.
"Mmmm, Alfred I can't wait if what I'm feeling growing lives up to its promise," Suzi purrs as her other hand leads the hand on her thigh under her skirt to her bare and hairless pussy and she purrs again as his fingertips stroke the lips.

The mutual petting and arousal continues until the cab reaches the hotel and stops. The doorman opens the door and a bellman takes care of their luggage. In a few minutes Alfred Nobel has registered for a penthouse suite.
The bellman escorts them to the penthouse, deposits the luggage and accepts a generous tip and takes an order for champagne and an array of light snacks and departs with a smile looking forward to another gratuity when he's returned.

Alfred turns to Suzi and softly says, "Come to me Suzi and show me how passionate you can be to a chosen sex partner."

It was as if his words had unleashed her pent up passions and the need built up in the taxi. She came to him and put her hands behind his head to pull him down to a deep and lusty kiss soft lips meeting his and a skilled and wet tongue entering his mouth unbidden to explore and dance passion's dance with his.
One at a time her hands leave his head to take his hands and move it to her pert and firm behind and squeeze to show him what she wishes him to do. Then a hand returns to his head and her other one moves to his bottom to do what she's urged him to do to and with her as she grinds her pelvis against his.

They remain like that fueling each others wants and needs until there's a knock at the door again. It didn't take very long for the efficient bellman to return again.

Alfred breaks the embrace and says, "Why don't you freshen your makeup while I take care of this Suzi and we'll share champange as we continue when he's gone."

With a smile she picks up her purse and a suitcase and carries them into the bedroom and closes the door.

Alfred lets the bellman in and when he's finished setting up the food and has opened the champagne tips him once again.
"Thank you very much sir. I'll be working until 3AM sir. If you require anything else just ask for Bruce please and I'll do my best to fulfill your needs," he says as he leaves and closes the door behind him.

Alfred pours two flutes of champagne and sits on the balcony to wait for Suzi to join him as he sips and looks out over the city, his new hunting ground for awhile, and the home of one of "his".

Suzi returns, but sans the long sleek dress. Now she's wearing a silk robe and, from the flashes of her under it as she slinks over to join him, nothing else other than her heels and stockings.

He rises, hands her her champagne and toasts, "To us and a night of incredible passion and experiences guranteed to drive you wild Suzi."

She takes the flute and says, "To your fulfilling those promises Alfred."

Crystal chimes as glass taps glass and they empty them both in a single drink.

"You choose Suzi. Will you reveal yourself to me first or would you prefer to undress me first."

"Me first I think Alfred. That way I can feel your skin with mine as I undress you," she says seductively as her hands move to the robe's sash.

She watches his eyes as she unties it and lets the robe fall open. Her cleavage is revealed and still covered hard nipples poke out at the silk. Her flat tummy with a slight feminine swell just above her hairless mons, her denuded pussy lips and half of her thighs are revealed to him.

(OOC: Suzi Wong.... http://www.adulttoychest.com/erotic_gallery/images/bdsm/fetish1/moit124.jpg )

Inhaling deeply his heightened sense of smell can detect her arousal as he drinks in her physical beauty noting her breasts seem a bit large and full for a fashion model.

"What type modelling do you do Suzi?"

"Lingere, swimsuits and the like. Do you think I have the body for it Alfred?" she asks with a wicked little smile.

"Well so far I do my dear why not allow me to see the rest of you, model your nudity for me so I can make a fair assessment," he replies with a smile.

Her shoulders shrug and the silk slithers off to fall in a colorful pool at her high heel clad feet. Her hands move to the back of her neck to raise and highlight her breasts and the quarter size areola and short but thick dusky and hard nipples pointing right at him.
Her legs part and she begins to sway in time to some internal music as she moves from practiced pose to pose all designed to show off her body to its best and most erotic advantage.

"Ohhh my yes Suzi, you definitely have the body for what you model, as you well know," he smiles. "Now come and see if I fulfill your expectations as well as you have mine. Undress me Suzi."

She begins her task with a hungry smile and look in her eyes and an increased scent of arousal.

When she has his jacket and shirt off her breasts and nipples are rubbed all over his naked chest, her nipples press and rub on his then she moves side to side as she slowly lowers into an open legged squat in front of him giving him a clear look at her open sex in the light coming from inside.
Her hands make quick work of his shoes and socks then move to open his belt, trouser button and zipper. Her full, soft and wet lips begin to kiss his stomach slowly moving lower as his pants and silk boxer shorts are pulled down.
When his erect cock springs free she kisses just above it's base as she inhales his scent deeply and purrs once again, as she's done several times along with low moans.

Looking up at him, "May I Alfred? May I show you how pleased I am with what I see after you've seated yourself so I can remove your pants?"

"Of course you may Suzi," he says as he sits on the edge of the chair behind him, "and afterward tell me what sexual fantasizes drive you wild as you think about or live them."

Hot lips kiss the tip of his prodigious manhood, a gift from his father's side of the family, he's learned as all the men are very well endowed.
Her wet tongue gives the head a languid lick then swirls around the entire head before doing the same behind the wide flare, making it twitch and throb in response.
Between licks and kisses on all of his hard and veined cock she whispers as if sharing secrets, "Being in control and then surrendering that control to my partner.
"Giving my partner as much pleasure or more than I'm given turns me on.
"Being controlled and commanded is a major turn on to me.... Sir," she says looking up at him and smiling another wicked smile.

"Then mount me Suzi and be in control during our first time tonight. You set the pace and direct the actions... this time," Alfred smiles down at her, "and be my wanton slut for the night. Be my uninhibited lover for the rest of tonight Suzi.

She leans forward and presses her breasts to his thighs and slowly slides them toward his crotch. Once there she pressed them to his balls and the shaft of his cock as she again kissed and licked it's tip before sliding her breasts and nipples slowly up his body until she's standing straddling his legs and lap.. and his cock.
Her hands circle his cock and stand it straight up so it points right at the wet opening above it's tip then, looking into his eyes, her strong legs slowly lowered her body until the tip touched her. She relaxed her legs and dropped onto him stretching her pussy to accomodate him, letting the wide head force her tight inner walls apart until the head is stretching her cervix as she rotates her hips on it and her clit rubs side to side on him while she moans, she purrs and her eyes close.

Her hands take his up to her breasts as she begins to move up and down on the hardness filling her and she moans, "Play with them. Squeeze them, knead them, pull and twist them and play with my nipples too Alfred while I ride your big and fat cock, while I fuck myself on it with my hot, juicy and tight pussy Alfred."

He does as she asked and enjoys playing with her breasts, her nipples giving her pleasure and, when she leans back as he's tugging on them, adding just a bit of erotic pain of her own doing too.

"Damn, soooo good Alfred. You're cock feels sooo fucking good in my pussy. You're hands are soo good on my boobs.
"Don't cum yet Alfred. Wait, I'm nearly there. I've never had such a big prick in me before and it's about to make me pop and cum all over your lap," she pants as she begins rising faster and dropping harder onto him.
A light sheen of persperation makes her light golden skin glow in the lights from inside and in the lights of the city. The aroma of her sex fills the air around them and the wet sucking and squishing sound of her fucking herself on his cock adds its own sounds to those she's making as she begins to mutter and babble.

"Ohhh dammmn soooo goood. Sooo big and thick. Fillls me, stretches me. Fucking it and loving every inch of it in my pussy."

Suzi leans back and puts one hand on his thickly muscled thigh for balance as she continues giving them both pleasure. She looks down her body, past the hands on her breasts and nipples to watch his cock as it emerges before she engulfs it once again.

A long night of unbridled lust and sex follow with Suzi getting all she wishes and more, for she's required so little ‘convincing' and goes along with any and every suggestion Alfred makes, including giving her far more pain than just a spanking as he takes her while she's tied to the bed, that he turns her and makes her one of his.

By morning all of her willingly accepted "marks" have healed and she's ready for the shoot and the rest of her existence as his and as a vampyre.

He's relaxing in the suite waiting her return from another photo shoot when the phone rings and he's given a warning by another of his in another city that there's a hunter tracking him who uses the name Rhys.

All that's known about Rhys is that he lives in the city were VP is right now.

Extensive and careful searching and contacts within the wide spread, but small, vampyre community finally leads him to Rhys home. The hunter is away, but his lovely wife isn't. Alfred takes her to a hideaway known only to him and there subjects her to torture and repeated sexual use and abuse.
He keeps Rhys' wife for several weeks adding to her pain and giving her mind blowing pleasure until she finally breaks and willingly gives herself to him and begs for the pain and more of it too.
Then he lets her heal naturally so the scars of her tortures will remain with her as long as she lives as reminders to her and to Rhys of what happens to Hunters who come after him.
Vladimir's final message to Rhys is to turn his wife and make her in his image. Now she's one of them and always will be. Something for Rhys to contempate as he decides what to do with or to her since now, she too, is vampyre.
Rhys' masochist, sex slut, vampryic wife is then returned to their home with a verbal message.
"Tell your husband what I return I can always take again and I can also take any other family, friends or associates and will if he chooses to continue to hunt for me or mine."

OOC: Phew. *grin and chuckles*

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Deliah/Rys wife

I looked around the house. Home. It had once been that to me. But no more. I shuddered at the domestic things I saw all around me. Sewing in one room, still laid out and ready for my needle. The pillows I had embroidered by hand. Homey touches to make Rys feel at home when he got back from his hunts. Many of them done late at night as I sat worring.

I walked through the house as if in a dream. It was if I was there remembering something from another time. Dishes stacked neatly. Rooms still neat, as if I had never been gone.

Who had he gotten in here to clean? The thought crossed my mind almost like a habit I could not shake. My lips curled and my newly sharpened incisors gleamed. What did I care? It was part of a life that was best forgotten.

I walked into our bedroom and started tearing clothes from the closet, throwing what I couldn't use on the floor. Taking what I could use, I began to tear them at the seams and resew them. I knew that Rys would be gone for quite some time. Days, maybe. He was on the hunt and that was all that mattered. To him.

I hadn't even mattered enough for him to come and rescue me. I gave a sharp, high-pitched laugh at that thought. At the first I had held out hope that he would. I had screamed to my tormentor that my beloved would come and take me from him and kill him for what he had done to me.

Later, days, weeks maybe, I had cried constantly for him. I had sobbed out his name over and over again. And he had never come. In the end, I knew that he probably had never tried. Just assumed I was dead, or not even noticed I had gone. When he got into the hunt it was impossible to tell when he would be home.

I shrugged the memories of my capture off. In the end I had seen the truth. Felt the power. Tasted my Master's blood. And known that that was where I belonged. Not staying home waiting for a man who came in only when he was too exhausted to stay out anymore.

Hours later, I was done and I donned my new clothes. A dress of silk made of an old dress that Rys had loved to see me in. It was different now. No longer the charming, modest dress that his wife would wear, it was daring and clung to me, showing my womanly curves. The front of the dress now dipped down to do more than hint at the firm breasts that he had loved to touch. The sleeves flaired out and the long skirt was cut to just above my knees on each side so I could move more freely.

There were no more underthings to bind and hide. No, now I gloried in my womanhood. In the power that my Master would show me how to use to it's fullest once I delivered his message.

Yes, that was why I was here. I had a message to deliver to the man who, at one time, was my world. Ignoring the mess I had made, I sailed through the house and sat on the couch, waiting his entrance.

I smiled as I envisioned it. What had he told everyone about my disappearance? Would he even have guessed the truth? No matter, he would find out soon enough. A frown creased my brow. But I would have to be careful. He was cunning, my husband. And very, very good at what he did. If I wanted to get out alive I would have to be just as cunning and quick. I would have the advantage of surprise on my side and I intended to use it to the fullest.

The minute he walked through that door.

 

[Angelus]

As Rhys drove his car down the street he looked out into the city as it almost flew past and knew that although it looked peaceful it was anything but. The vampire that he had dusted less than an hour ago proved that, especially when he had found it standing over the body of the dead woman. He smiled as soon as the bolt from his crossbow had hit the vampire and killed it with a scream. As soon as it had fallen to the ground Rhys had turned and walked away, not even caring to pick the bolt up off the floor- his only wish and hope was that this was one of his brood, the one being he wanted to kill more than anyone in the world.

He pushed down harder on the accelerator and felt the car practically fly down the street. He loved the feeling of the rumble of his car as it moved down the street and he hoped that this hunt would not be over for him, he hoped that he would find more vampires out there to kill- that was the only thing that he wanted, the only thing that would bring him peace, to kill as many of the fiends as possible.

But there was one thing that he had to do first and he drove to the left and want straight to his favorite haunt, his coffee shop. As soon as he came to the place he stopped the car, locked it up and walked straight into the shop. He looked at the woman who was standing behind the counter with a smile and she smiled back as he moved to his usual table. As soon as he sat back down the woman walked over to his table, a cup in her hand.

"Here you go, your usual."
"Thanks, I think I am going to need it tonight," Rhys said as he handed her a twenty.

As soon as she was gone he turned and looked out the window, wondering why this city could not be as good and peaceful as it promised to be and wondered why these damn vampires were taking over. He wondered if it had something to do with him. He couldn't even stand to think that he was in this city, his city but he knew that he was here- the amount of vampires proved it. He had been far too busy lately and it did not look as if it was slowing down in any way.

Just then he heard a noise from his left and turned his head in that direction to see a customer get up onto his feet, screaming about how the coffee was rubbish and too expensive. Rhys sighed and knew that this was rubbish, he didn't need this in his night and he didn't want to interfere but when he saw the man grab the owner of the shop he knew that he had to stop this and got to his feet. He walked over to where the man stood and tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to turn around.

"I suggest that you leave the woman alone, pay the money for the coffee, say sorry to her and leave the shop now."

The man laughed at Rhys, "And what makes you think that I am going to do that?"

Before the man knew what was happening Rhys moved quickly and smashed his fist into the side of the man's jaw, causing him to fall to the floor with a thud. Rhys moved over to where the man lay and looked down at him then turned and walked back to his table.

 

[appleapps]

Alicia walked into The Order, not sure what to expect. She was told to go to Zane Sinclair’s office and he would fill her in on what was happening. She had worked for The Order for just over a year and this was the first time she was nervous. She killed vampires and had never gotten nervous but for some reason meetings with Zane always did this to her. There was something about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it so she didn’t say anything and just did her job.

Zane was her supervisor; he was the one she went to see if she had a problem with a job or another hunter. So far, she had neither and accepted her assignments, completing every one of them. She didn’t have a partner so didn’t have those kinds of problems. Alicia liked working on her own, preferred it. She would get her assignment, find her target and then destroy it. Of course, they didn’t give her very difficult targets. She felt that they didn’t have the faith in her yet to give her more difficult jobs. She hoped this would all change soon.

She could see Zane’s door as she walked down the hall. She swallowed hard and knocked on the door. From the other side of the door she heard him tell her to enter. She walked into the office and saw him standing there behind his desk looking out the window.

“You wanted to see me sir?” she asked.

 

[starspurr]

This town is pretty strange thought Fallon as she sauntered her way down the street. Tons of people.. and laughter.. but it all seems so fake.. She hadn't been here long, and she didn't quite know how she got here. She'd been back home, getting ready for a hot date when she'd put her best red dress on the clothesline to dry. Running late she'd decided to do a little cheating, so she stepped outside in her towel and beckoned a wind strong enough to dry her dress. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite in control of it all yet, and she'd somehow called a wind strong enough to lift her off the ground and blow her several miles away.

The towel had been lost somewhere in the clouds, and when she'd hit a too-tall oak tree, she'd had only leaves to hide her. Luckily, she had been able to find some clothing hanging out to dry, which was what she donned now. A crimson tank top that looked like it belonged to someone who still wore a training-bra, hardly able to contain Fallon's well-developed breasts, and she'd also been able to fit into a small skirt, small enough that she had no room to lean over without revealing anything. She'd gone without shoes long enough to be comfortable walking barefoot, but it was apparent that wasn't so normal judging by the looks she was given.

With no idea what exactly to do until she could return home, she wandered down the city streets. Approaching a dim coffee shop she stepped in, taking an immediate seat in a dim corner. She'd resisted the desire to order anything, having no money, and was sorry to turn the owner away, feeling almost guilty for taking up space.

She looked up as Rhys entered, intrest peaking in the man. He seemed to command respect, and for some reason she felt like she'd been destined to meet him. Destiny worked in odd ways sometimes.

As the incident with the unruly customer escalated, she'd had the intention of interfering herself, but thought better of it. It was the better idea, she decided, as she watched the man have his lights knocked out.. and she couldn't help but snicker.

"Nice one." she stated, giving a slight nod toward Rhys.

 

[Jokas_Wild]

Zane Sinclair

Zane nodded softly, nodding towards the chair in front of his desk. His blue-gray eyes followed her every movement, almost as if he was analyzing every muscles that made her move. After 30 plus years in the business of killing things, Zane understood how the body moved better then even some doctors. The clash of bone, muscles and sinew was his music, the simple rhythms of a heart beat and breathing.

"Miss Sanders, I appreciate your promptness in showing up for this meeting. I called you in today for a few reasons. 1, it's your 6 month review on the job. "

With that, he fished about in his desk before plopping a file down on his desk, her name promently on the tab of it. He opened it and flipped through a few of the papers, skimming the majority of it.

"All your field reports place you as both quick and efficent as well as being professional and courteous to your co-workers and the junior watchers that file these field reports. So I'm going to mark you off as above satisfactory and put that to rest."

He glanced up briefly as he put the file away, catching her grinning to herself, obviously quite proud of how her review went. He remembered back when he was young and eager like that, always so quick to please, quick for the good review. Yes, she was on track for a fine career if she played her cards right but unfortunately fate had a twist. The twist sat in front of her, his eyes cool and revealing nothing, the consumate professional with the hint of an edge.

'Miss Sanders, your going to be paired with one of our more senior members, Rhys. He's my protege and one of the most lethal slayers we employ here at the Order, so learn what you can from him. He's not the most friendly guy in the world but he's brutally efficient so try and learn but stay out of his way. Rhy's doesn't need a friend and more then likely won't want a partner, but that's not really my concern. You two are being given a rather important assignment, your to track down a very old friend of mine and reclaim something of his for me. He's been recently going under an assumed name, Nobel, because he gets a kick out of the irony. Read the file and find Rhys, brief him accordingly and kill Noble. Your dismissed..."

He slid a large file across the desk to her and then turned his chair around, to face outwards onto the city below his office. The meeting was over and that's how he let his subordinates know it, by turning his back to them. Zane was not a man to be crossed or disobeyed and he found that such a rude dismissal got that point across. No one would ever mistake that move as an invite for more friendly conversation with him.

 

[missedith]

Katharine couldn't resist eavesdropping. Rumors had been floating around the office that her big brother was getting saddled with a partner, and the best way to squash a rumor, was to eavesdrop on the source. It had been a challenge, catching the comings and goings of everyone meeting with Zane was a full time job. Her filing would have to wait.
It's not like she had this job to boost her career. Rhys had strings pulled because he didn't trust her on her own. The jackass. She almost didn't bother eavesdropping this time, Alicia was due for review, but a mission is a mission, she just wished they'd speak up, pressing an ear to the door was uncomfortable.

 

[appleapps]

Alicia realized that she had been dismissed. She got up from her chair, picked the file off the desk and walked over to the door. She looked back before she left, just to make sure there wasn't anything else that Zane was going to say. He was still looking out the window with his back to her. She turned the knob, pulled open the door and was startled to see Katharine standing there.

"Oh, you startled me! Did you want to see Zane?"

Alicia had seen her around the office a couple times, she was pretty sure she was Rhys sister, but wasn't positive. She wondered why she was standing outside of Zane's door, just what did she need to see Zane about, if that is really what she was doing.

"You are Rhys' sister aren't you? You wouldn't happen to know where I could find him do you?"

She watched Katharine carefully, she was sure there was more to this girl then her just being Rhys sister. She seemed to be hiding something but she didn't know what it could be. She would have to keep her eyes opened around her, maybe she will figure out what she is hiding.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Alfred Nobel:

As he sat on the balcony waiting for Suzi to return, Alfred thought about what do about his troublesome Rhys, a hunter for the Order, and if it was time to remind Zane in someway that no one was untouchable, no one, should he wish to send a rather pointed message.

Then he allowed his thoughts to wander a bit further afield and wondered where he'd take Suzi tonight to hunt and watch her as she claimed her first prey on her own.

He'd assisted and coached her during her previous hunts and feeding, but tonight he'd just play the role of specator, unless she chose a couple in which case they'd both feed as they took their pleasure from their prey.

Afterward they'd return and pursue their own perverse brand of pleasures as she moaned and begged until he finally, perhaps, granted her the release she'd crave.

He then turned his thoughts to Deliah and wondered if she'd had the opportunity to deliver his message yet. He knew that she was still alive, he could 'feel' her as he could all of his when they were close enough, so he knew if she had Rhys hadn't killed her. His last check with the cut out answering service he employed via overseas connections so there'd be no direct link to him had no message from her so that was a bit 'up in the air'. Perhaps he'd check on her later on tonight if she still hadn't called to see what had transpired, if anything. Rhys may not have gotten home yet afterall. If that was the case he'd have to take her out and guide on on a hunt so she could feed.

Another sip of his brandy and he smiled as he watched the sun sinking behind the tall buildings. Night was coming. Night his own special time as it has been for centuries.