Hunter and Prey (Closed)

[DracnKitten]

The kindredhissed as she was cornered. For lack of ability to keep her weapons with the Hunter she now found herself relatively defenseless. Hatred could be seen on her face as it contorted in anger. She neither wanted to die, or be captured, but if it was one or the other . . . .

She charged the Hunter like a madwoman, expecting to find that he would remove her head without a thought. Instead she felt aheavy blow to the head and her vision swam. She felt herself hit thr ground hard, the taste of her own blood in her mouth as she fell unconscious.

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It was light when she woke. She found herself on a stoneworked floor, the masonry ages old- but not nearly so old as her. Her long black hair fell about her shoulders as she tried to move and, getting onto her knees, found herself chained to the floor. Heavy shackles of iron gripped her wrists, ankles and even wrapped around her throat, holding her down. As she pulled against them she quickly found that they could not only be iron, for she could not break them, and she felt anger rise within her.

She let a scream of anger break through the silence, looking out the small windo high on the wall to judge the time of day. The sky was grey and gloomy. the same as it was every day here, and she found that she could judge neither time nor place by the light given from the tiny bullethole.

She looked at the small gloomy glow the light gave the flor in a small circle about 10 feet away and hissed at teh light, as if to chase it away. Suddenly she threw her head back and let out another shrill cry, "WHERE AM I!?"

 

[Mhorashty]

A quick wash of flame...

The was a quick hiss, followed by the emergence of cupped fire in the Hunters hand. He lowered his head and took a drag on the cigerrette which ignited with a stolem fire all it's own, now. The quick illumination brought to the man's face showed a very rough, hardened face. "I hope you've got good flexibility. See that small dot of light on the ground. As the day grows longer that dot of light will slowly creep further and further towards you till it either hits your flesh and begins to burn... or with your body contorted out of the way it harmlessly hits the wall."

The Hunter was beginning to enjoy this. It took him a while to track and trap this particular leech, but finally she was his. He took released the smoke and blew it towards the beam of light, watching the smoke lace through the light. He then moved closer towards her and took another drag on his cigerrette. "Your trapped in a nice, safe place.. miles from anyone who will accidently find there way down here.. no free meals for you. You will have to earn every drop.. or.. or you can simply let yourself die of starvation... though I imagine that could be possibly worse than if you were human."

He tucked his silver cross into his shirt, he didn't need to keep her back yet, the chains were doing that all on there own. He made sure to bleed her a little before chaining her just to ensure that she didn't have any way to strenghten herself.. or pull any of her other tricks. He'd been learning everything he could about these creatures for nearly two decades. Ever since his family was slaughtered before his very eyes when he was 9 years old. He'd dedicated his life to destroying them, so far he'd managed to kill a dozen of them.. this was the third one he had captured.. but the other two didn't last three days. He wondered how long she would last...

 

[DracnKitten]

The slight woman hissed again, straining agist the chains as if to get to hi, her fangs were bared in a threat- what little good that did. And, as if the day would proggress within seconds, she had her eye on that light.

"I will kill you human, I swear I will." Her words came out in a low and angry growl, and her eyes were aflame. For being a cile creature of death she had unusual features. Though her skin was fair like the others, her features were more delicate, her body slight. She stood only 5'2" and has a small frame. Her eyes were a blue that pierced th darkness and almost gave off light.

"Release me and I might let you live." There was no fear in her voice, only hate, and anger, for the way she was being treated. It was humans who were supposed to face subjugation at teh feet of her kind, not the other way around. Still, she felt tired and weaker than she should. She wanted to lay down and rest, to feed, to do anything but kneel here at the feet of teh most vile and useless piece of trash on the planet.

 

[Mhorashty]

He laughed as he took another drag off of his cigerrette, coming closer still. He knew the lenght on those chains well. He had scars from the first two times, this one would be different this one would break. He blew the smoke down into her face as she strained against the bonds. "You think your the first of your kind I've caught? Do you think your the first to make that threat to me? As you can very well see I'm still standing before you.. if you look closely on the floor you may find the remnants of your kind litered on the floor. I tried to do a good job of getting the ash up.. but it's a little hard."

He smiled, watching her. She was a bit more delicate in appearence than the other two... but from what he could find out about her she was nearly twice as old as either of the others had been. "If your lucky.. you'll be dead by sundown. If not you might make it past the three day mark. That's what I'm hoping for personally."

 

[DracnKitten]

The slight vampire hissed and pulled away from teh smoke coughing some. She had the unusual habit of breathing, unlike most of her kind, something left of her life before . . . . while not even memory of life remained for her. She seemed to try to jumop off the floor a the same time, the idea of her destroyed brethren beneath her hands and knees.

"Get- Get me off of them!" It was a shrill cry. She still watched the light, she wasn't fond of the idea that it might come close to her, nor was she fond of the idea of trying to evade it.

She lunged again, this time the chains creaked as she pulled at them, trying to reach him. She only fought for another moment before the weariness began to show. She ahd not fed for days before she had captured, and he had bled her. The nbeed for her to feed was far greater than that he would have experianced with the others. She seemed to lay down nd close her eyes in teh same moment, but it did not last long.

She opened those pale eyes again, lifting her head, though conserving the energy of her body.

"Let me free, Hunter." She spat the last word. In her kind the humans had no names, but the Hunters stood apart with a title.

 

[Mhorashty]

He laughed in her face as she spat the last word at him. The creaking of the chains had worried him slightly, but they held true. He would have to re-anchor them sometime soon. He was pretty sure the neck restraint would out last the others, but he inwardly scolded himself for not rechecking them before putting her in them. He crouched down near her tired, collapsed form. "You will call me Master before all of this is said and done. I promise you that. You will be nothing more than a trained pet to me." He stood up slowly and turned away from her. He pulled the cross back out and watched the faint silvery glow come as he turned back to face her.

"Pets need no clothing. Rip all of your garments off and I will give you a reward this time tomorrow morning. If you do not, you will starve yet another day." He took another step closer, the shining becoming brighter. He was affecting her two fold, using the blessed, faith backed cross to make her retreat from him, and also trying to humiliate her and make her realize something. He was trying to make her realize that she was nothing to him. Nothing but a pet.

"Perhaps if you move quickly, along with your food reward I will move you from the ashes you'll be covered in."

 

[DracnKitten]

She had cried out in anger at the idea of calling a human Master, and in turn fear at the sight of the cross. She had backed away from him with speed and agaility until she found herself against the wall, trembling. She had turned her face from the cross, and still she could not negate the pain and fear it brought upon her. And the idea of food! She trembled as much out of anger as she did fear and humiliation as she began to rip at her clothes as if in a frenzy.

First she tore at her chest, turning the fabric, once fine, into rags that dangled from her flesh, the skirt quickly following. She wore no underclothes, and her feet were bare. Before long she found herself naked before him, the tatters of her clothes beneath her, seperating herself from the ashes in only the smallest of places.

Quickly she tried to gather them under her, to lay atop the fabric rather than the cold stone. She wanted nothing to do with the ashes of the departed. She tried not to look at him as she did, hissing in anger and pain, tears in her eyes.

"I did as you wanted!" She screamed, "Put way that wretched symbol! Be RID of it!!"

 

[Mhorashty]

He smiled darkly, watching her frantic action. He tucked the cross away into his shirt, the light of it dying away slowly. He crouched down infront of her nodded, "Good Job, Pet. Tomorrow you will have food. I will even consider moving you to a different spot. Be sure to keep your eye on the light. I'd hate like hell to lose you know. You seem so promising."

He finished the cigerrette and flicked the burning ember into a corner. He couldn't help but have his attention drawn to her more womanly features. He stared for a moment and then came back to himself. He would find a way to work that into his torture as well. He knew more about his quarry now, she disliked the remnants of her own kind, she hated the cross and the light but those were both kind of obvious. "Now, in order for me to move you tomorrow I'm going to expect you to either start or end your statements to me with Master. Good luck getting any sleep until sundown." He gave a sinister chuckle and walked away from her. He walked over towards an adjacent wall and through the door. He bolted, chained and locked the door. He then placed a cross through the door handle. He never liked sleeping when these creatures were here. But he needed his rest, especially if he was going to stay alert and keep control of the situation.

 

[DracnKitten]

The woman hissed and gave a horrible cry as he left the room. It was a cry of anguish and anger. Her eyes were locked on the foor for a long them, then on the light. Throughout teh day she found herself dpzing off, each time fighting to come back to consciousness. She shook off weariness as the light came close to her and began fighting her chains.

Her assumptions had come true. Even in her weakened and weary stae she was stronger than the bonds on her ams and legs. She had released herself from all but the collar a quarter of an hour before the sunlight reached where she had lay. By then she had already moved her bed of clths away from the light- as far as she could possibly get, and had laid down to sleep. She knew she was safely out of its path.

Still, sleep did not come to her. Instead that human's words lingered, taunting her. SHe spit at teh idea of calling him Master, a lowly human. He could not have been alive a tenth of her life and yet here he thought he could control her. As she lay her head upon her arms she felt a sensation as close to tears as she could remember, and she realized that she woul dhave no choice. She knew she could not handle laying upon the ashes of her dead breathren- no matter how much she disliked them when they had been 'alive' - and she certainly had no love for her kind.

She also knew that she did not want to stay in this room. Perhaps he would move her to a room without bolt hole. It was unlikely but she could hope - if hope was even a word she knew.

Finally, as she let herself drift into some semblance of sleep, she decided that she would call him Master, if only long enough to be fed and moved. Once she was strong again she would be able to over come him and she would be free.

Her anger was fed by the idea that she had seen the hunter nearly a week before he had captured her, and in her wisdom of years, and a bit of vampiric senility, she had let him live thinking him smart enough to leave one such as her alone. She knew now she should have killed him.

 

[Mhorashty]

Later

The Hunter sat up in his room, surrounded by crosses. He barely remembered life before this. Before becoming a Vampire Hunter, a Scourge of the Undead. He sighed after doing a little bit of reading, as well as updating his notes and his personal journal. He drifted off to sleep himself...

Later

He awoke with a start hours later, the nightmares he'd been having still continued even with that leech chained down in his basement. He wouldn't be happy. At least not until he destroyed them. Until he destroyed them all. He got up and got himself a shower.

After the shower had warmed him to his very core he got dressed and went down into the kitchen. He pulled a pint of blood out of the fridge and went to the door, the locked, chained, and bolted door. He took a minute to go to his supply closet and pull out one of his pistols. It wasn't his preferred weapon, especially against these creatures but it would slow her down enough if needed. He hadn't really expected any problems from this one.. but better safe than sorry.

He unlocked the door and opened it, he stepped in, pulling the heavy door shut behind him. He flicked a light switch, a soft electric buzz filled the silent room. He was simply surprised to see the creature had freed herself of all but one of his chains. The neck restraint. "You might be stronger than I have imagined, Pet."

He would certainly have to go buy stronger chains... He thought about just cementing the chains into the floor. He smiled devilishly at her, and held up the chilled pint of blood. He was dressed in a nice pair of tan slacks and a black button down shirt. His nearly polished bold head reflected some of the light, he kept his dark cool eyes on her, never letting her have a moment unwatched. She was dirty, dirty from the ashes.. she would certainly need a bath.. but that could wait for another day or so. He'd let the harsh reality of her situation sink in for what he hoped would be another nearly sleepless night.

 

[DracnKitten]

The undead woman looked up at him, most definitely groggy, but when she saw the blood she sat up on her knees expactantly.

It took her a long moment to realize that it wouldn't be quite so easy, he wasn't just going to hand the blood over. She cursed her face and gfought the urge not to spit. She wanted the blood- needed it- and she wanted out of this room. She tried to make herself look humble as her stomach churned.

"Did you sleep well . . . . Master ?" The word was cut and it was apparant that she was loathe to say it.

 

[Mhorashty]

"My sleep was as restful as ever, pet. I'm guessing you tore those chains up in your sleep huh?" The sarcasm dripping from the second part of that statement. He walked around her slowly, circling her, inspecting her. "I think I like you on your knee's pet. What do you think?"

He looked at the broken lenghts of chain and frowned slightly. It did trouble him that she was able to find a way to break free of four of those bounds. He wondered if perhaps feeding her was a mistake. She couldn't have too much strenght left in her or she would have broken the last bond... he really did not want to test the theory. Next time he would have to be a little more careful about coming in too see her. She may be able to break the last bond and be laying in wait for him.

He licked his lips as he stared at the soft curves of her body. She was certainly attractive. He wondered if the creature that had damned her thought so as well. Did ones appearence even matter to these night fiends? He was unsure..

He stepped closer to her. The pistol in his hand, the blood in the other. "Do not make me regret my decision to feed you pet. What I now require from you is, I want you to crawl forward, until the chain is taut. Then I want you to get on all fours with your head facing the wall. Then I will present your meal to you. You will keep both knee's and one hand firmly planted on the ground. Do you understand?"

 

[DracnKitten]

Anger flashed in the woman's eyes. She had never been ordered to do anything by anyone, not even her sire. The one demand he made of her got him killed in his sleep. Still, that blood looked so good, and if she waited another day she wouldbe so lightheaded she wouldn't be able to think correctly.


"..... Yes . . . . Master" SHe felt like she might choke on the title every time she spoke it, but still . . . anything to get out of this room. As she moved onto her hands and knees she felt, for the slightest moment, her breasts hang low before her. They were still as round as supple as they had been when she was a 23 year old human. A large 34 C they matched her hips perfectly. She had not be chosen, like the others her age, for a strait body with no real gendery traits.

She moved forward until she strained against the chain, her hands and feet squarly on the ground as she face the wall. She held back a hiss, and for a moment wondered how long she could hold her temper. Her head was stil held high, though it had a tendency to drop from being tired and weak.

"And my name is Alura, Master." Again the word nearly choked her.

 

[Mhorashty]

He stood behind her, admiring her backside for a moment while she adjusted her position and spoke. His gun hand lowered, he pressed the cold, uncaring pistol against her vagina and slowly ran it up along the curve of her ass, a small laugh echoing from him, "Your name is inconsaquential to me, Pet. You are not a person. You have no rights. You are nothing. You are a slave, pet. Do you understand?"

He dangled to bag of blood just above her head, waiting for a responce from her. She would recognize her place in this situation or she would not be fed. Even him feeding her was going to turn into a humiliating experience for the Vampire Slave who's name he now knew to be Alura.

 

[DracnKitten]

Alura started to move away from teh cold pistol, a small sound emitting from her, thenshe dropped her butt just enough so that she wasn't touhing it but she hadn't moved from the position required of her.

She could feel the anger well up at her, and the moment she had her blood she would jump on him. He was close enough now, and she had the speed. She didn't care that if she failed she would be left in the room again. If he was smart he wouldn't leave her in it in any case, or she'd have worked that collar loose by morning.

She looked up at the blood, her eys narrowed, "Yes, Master. I am nothing but a worthle slave." She hissed the words with hated thick in her voice.

 

[Mhorashty]

He glared at her from behind as she moved herself away from the pistol. He withdrew the pistol from her backside, in a single fluid motion he spun the pistol in his hand and brought it down hard against the back of her skull. He was very displeased, displeased with her actions, displeased with her verbal responces. He watched her reel from the blow and followed it with two swift kicks to the ribs. "You aren't worthless, bitch. Your a slave, that much is true, but your worth quite a bit to me. You aren't eating tonight afterall." He took two steps away and flipped the gun around again, turning towards the wall he fired off two quick shots. Peircing the wall in two more places, causing two more shafts of light to fall in, one directly on her naked form.

"Rest well, leech. Maybe your tune will change by nightfall. After eight more hours of starvation."

 

[DracnKitten]

Alura screamed, first at the pain from the bow to the back of her head, then the kicks, then the light that now shone on her flesh. She jumped away from it and for a moment looked as if she might sob.

"No, Master! Please feed me!" She put her hand over the place the light had touched as if making sure there was no hole thorugh her, and she looked up at him with large eyes. For a moment she actually looked as if she were afraid instead of angry. It was teh first crack in her demeanor since she had awoken to find herself in this prison.

She truly was afriad, for that oment, of not feeding, of the light, of the sudden wrath. She had thought that she was saying what he wanted to hear. Now she realized that she had misjudged him, and she would have to change her approach. With that realization her fear turned to cold, calculating hate again.

 

[Mhorashty]

"Enjoy the day. Hope you can manage some rest, Pet." He walked towards the door, he put his hand on the door knob, turning for a moment before exiting. He fired another shot off.

This time the shot tore into her thigh. He pulled open the door, and walked through it. She was tough. That much was true. But he saw the fear, saw the break in her mental defenses. He couldn't pinpoint what had caused it exactly but he was sure he could inspire such fear in her again.

He slammed the door shut, locking, bolting and chaining the door once more. He slid the crucifix through the old iron handle and walked back to the fridge, tossing the blood back in. He would have to run out to the hardware store and get some bigger chains, and some cement. He would then re-fortify her chains in a new area. Another day locked down in his hellish torture chamber.. maybe not full day. He wasn't sure yet. He holstered his gun and grabbed his jacket. Then off to the hardware store he went...

 

[DracnKitten]

Alura screamed again, putting a hand over her thigh, and as she hears him barring the door she flet tears come to her eyes. in nearly a thousand years of existane as the creature she had become she had never cried. Now she found the feeling of tears on her face enough to make her want to scream in anger.

She lay herself down on the ground. With having not fed for nearly a week the would was slow to heal, and she lost more blood. Now she knew that she would be light headed and unable to fight against her binding. SHe also knew that, by no choice of her own, she would be downright meek when he returned with the blood.

She let her head lay against teh dust of those that had been here before her and for a moment she wished to be with them, nothing but dust. Her nature, however, would not allow her to just give in so easily. If it had she would have crawled into the daylight by now. Instead she was forced to move to avoid it with eah passing hour.

 

[Mhorashty]

Hours Pass

He had spent much time shopping at the hardware store, buying new "tools" for toying with his new captive. He returned to his home and moved to his auxillarily torture chamber. For many hours, even down in her little hole, the sounds of construction could be heard. Something loud that sounded like a jackhammer, tearing holes into something. Many footsteps, all following the same route. From what she could only assume to be the front, or back door, to what would be her new hell.

By dusk his task was nearly complete he just needed to allow the concrete to set.

 

[DracnKitten]

Alura found that even if she had wanted to sleep, and the light hadn't been stopping her, she would have been unable to. With her heightened sense of hearing the dounds of constrution nearly set her on edge, giving her a rattling headache.

She pulled at the last chain, testing it. She wanted so badly to be free of this- but there was one good thing. She could sense now, from having heard him enter and exit so many times, just exactly whre the door out was. If she could over come him for even the slightest moment she would be free of him.

She decided that even after all he had put her through she would not kill him. Rather she woud get as far away from this place as she could. She wanted nothing to do with him once she was free. She owuld, instead, send someone else to kill him. Perhaps one of the werewolves . . .

She didn't care.

 

[Mhorashty]

He knew it would take at least a day or two, maybe even three for the concrete to fully cure. Between the bullet wound, the lack of food, and being bled prior, he hoped she wouldn't be strong enough to work that last bond free. He would have to make sure the only time he went down there was during the day time, so at least then even if she did try to escape.. she wouldn't make it very far. He went into the kitchen and began making himself dinner...

Later That Night

Around 3 am, he finally decided to go and make sure she was still where she belonged. He brought both his pistols this time, and made sure his cross was visible outside of his shirt. He knew as long as he kept a bit of distance between them the holy fire that usually ignited the cross should either be at a minimum or totally extinguished. He undid the locks and pulled open the door slowly, his gun pulled and ready for anything. Slowly he reached for the light switch and turned it on. He would do his best not to give away any details to her about where she would be going or what time of day it was.. it would be best for her to be confused and worried, he felt.

 

[DracnKitten]

Alura was once more laying upon the floor. She had forgotten her rags and found herself laying against the remains of her blood siblings. SHe didnt' care anymore.

Her eyes slowly lifted to the Hunter as she lay motionless. Her breathing was soft and slow. If she had been a human it would be easy to read from these things how long she had left of life. Her eyes fell back down, parallell to the ground, as he stepped further into the room.

The chain that had been the last restraint was broken, but he would no longer need it to keep her close to teh ground. Not so long as he withheld blood. Her hands were laid flat against teh floor and she held the uncanny resemblance to someone listening to footsteps in teh distance. Though she was free she still lay very near to where she had been bound, having no energy left by the time the links had finally given way.

She had used every last bit of what she had to free herself, and now she found that she couldn't even stand, let alone attack.

"Good morning, Master . . . . " The words held some semblence of the elegance she usually spoke with- but that had been absent since her capture. Her voice seemed almost sorrowful.

She did not ask about blood. She didn't have the energy, even if she had the will.

Her eyes clsoed even as she tried to speak, as if she could no longer do two things at once.

 

[Mhorashty]

Greetings Pet

As he neared her, he kept both pistols trained on her. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she spoke to him. "Good morning, Master . . . . " She said as he approached. Had he done it? Was his task accomplished? Was she broken? He couldn't believe it. He had used most of the psychological tortures that he'd known, but could this have actually worked? He had picked up a few books about torture while he was in town, as well as certain other titles that had interested him. He'd barely even had time to crack them open.. and she was already calling him Master.

He put one of the guns up, clicking on the safety and the holstering it. Meanwhile, he kept the other one trained on her. He would not give her an inch. Not yet anyway. "Greetings, pet. You seem awefully dirty. All that ash and blood and dirt coating your precious pale skin. Seems you really need to be cleaned up." He stepped closer, keeping a wary eye upon her as he inspected the last bond. Clearly broken. Worked apart over time. She did that with the last bits of strenght she had in her undead form.

He shook his head slightly and crouched close to her. Keeping the pistol still on her. He stared at her dirty, pale, beautiful form. Beautiful? She was an undead, unhuman, monstrosity. How could she be beautiful? He stood swiftly. "I see you broke my last chain. It seems they weren't good enough to hold you. I'm very impressed.

 

[DracnKitten]

"I'd have done more than that had I fed." Her voice was weak, but it held enough venom to relieve him of any ideas that she was broken. "If you want any mor eof a challenge . . . . you had better feed me, Master, or I'll die before sunset." Itw as matter of fact. SHe didn't know, or rightly care at the moment, if he had plans for her.

She would have been free if it had not been for the compelete lack of strength she had. It was a chore to lift her head and look at him, but she did anyway. Her hair fall around her on the floor, coated with ash, its color dull now.

"I wouldn't suggest feeding me before moving me though . . . . "

There was a bit of cold humor and a warning in her tone.

"I might just have to kill you."