THE HUNTRESS

It was a fair eve she thought as she walked down the rubbled street, her heels clicked against the hard ground a noise that could make one go insane if left with long enough. Solitary footsteps she thought it had always been this way�?ALWAYS. Many times she had wished to hear the heavy footsteps of another at her side but at this date and time it t’was not meant to be. The chill in the air filled her, little did she notice, slowly she reached up and grabbed the black leather clip from her hair allowing it to fall around her shoulders taking one hand to pull back the long tresses that fell across her face. She felt her nails/talons cut gently betwixt the strands of the red mane. She stopped and peered into a shop window and snapped her fingers so that she might see her own reflection, everything seemed in order her green eyes were glowing, not as much as she liked but she had not fed yet, hence the white pallor of her skin. Her eyes was always one of the first things her friends/victims noticed about her, always lined in a charcoal gray to make them larger even though they were her most dominant feature. Her lips she had painted this eve a crimson color to set of the pallor a bit. She took stock of her choice of dress for the eve, the black suit fit snuggly, with the low scooping neck revealing her ample breasts and buttoning at her waist tightly. The skirt coming a few inches above the knee enticing but not to sluttish. She ran her hand slowly over the black hose, silk and shear to the touch and then to her heels.  The stiletto black heels shown as if they were wet. She fiddled with the anch ankle bracelet and rose back up placing the cross carefully between her breasts, taking one last look and then proceeding on in her hunt.

She walked passed a vendor selling fresh flowers, jasmine filled her nostrils and a small grin passed over her lips. As she walked she felt the many heads turning and the eyes upon her, it was nothing unusual a bore if to be truthful about it. It was as if the world did only contain thirty-one flavors and she had tasted them all. She stopped at a little outside café and sit at the table ordering a coffee black, she encircled the cup with her hands feeling the warmth from it. She watched as the lovers walked the street hand and hand how she wish she could have something like that �?.Something special. Sighing she began to walk, still she had not fed and the thirst was getting almost unbearable, her throat ached with dryness, and her stomach got sharp pains every few moments. Once she had desired and loved the hunt now it was a part of life, or her unlife whichever one may choose to look upon it. With these feelings consuming her she had not noticed she had walked out farther into the suburbs of the town, she took notice quickly. Nothing smelt out of place she had none of the bad feelings that had always helped her in her road to nowhere. Then she noticed a car and a few people standing around it. It looked to be a family. Her ears perked up hearing the heated exchange between the tall, lanky blond to HIM. She saw the woman place the second child in a car seat and with a raised voice she informed him I’ll be back in a few days, I just have to have this time to myself. He looked down at the driveway under his sneakers and as he raised his head to where the ball cap didn’t cover his face so much she got her first look at him. The look upon his face was one of sadness and rage a mixture dangerous but not directed at the one he looked to for in the deep brown eyes she saw more pain with a twinge of love. She backed into the shadows and watched him stand there and watch the car creep away. He took the worn cap and threw it to the ground and she saw a few tears slide down his face as he turned to open the door and disappeared inside.

She sat for what only seemed to be a few moments but suddenly she saw the lights to what appeared as a back room she guessed a bedroom flicker on. She looked at the time of her diamond and jeweled encrusted watch as the hand struck exactly midnight. The light went out and suddenly a pain struck her hard one of those gut aching pains. She looked at the window, for some reason she thought of shape shifting into a bat and flying back into town, but before she did she just had to get another look at him. She had felt warmth from his being unlike any other. She stepped stealthily to the window the drapes were closed so she eased the window up a bit and they began to blow, forgetting that this mortal might feel the chill of the wind she stood there. He lay on the bed his knees bent over the end of it his sneakers still on, his faded Levis, which fit snuggly showing off his trim body up to the denim shirt, which was splayed open showing his creamy skin and his ever so inviting neck. She took a whiff and smelt a mixture of sweat, a salty mixture, which she would decide later, was from the tears on his face, rum, and she could smell his blood. OH gawd how she smelled it, she felt the warmth, heard the gush as it carried through his veins. She even noticed the vein in his neck, which throbbed with each breath. He did not move. She did not move. Finally, she made up her mind that she had to touch him. By now she knew he was out like a light, as her grandma would say. The rum had gotten the better of him. Like a mist she slithered through the window and approached the bed. The smell was even more intoxicating. She took her hand slowly running it over those soft lips and then tracing them down his neck and to his chest. She felt his ragged breaths and started breathing in a rhythmic fashion along with him. Her mind started to scream at her TAKE HIM! Her heart ached and longed for him, his beauty was almost too much to behold. The containment of her desire quickly diminished, she bent slowly sticking her tongue out from her mouth lining THOSE lips, careful not to prick him with her fangs. A kiss she thought that is all I ask then I shall leave you to go feast on another. As she did so he jerked suddenly and her fangs met his lips and a trickle of blood dripped slowly into her awaiting mouth. His eyes opened and he looked at her in a glazed over state. See me she thought see me as I see you, but as she looked into the brown eyes she saw the pain and the sadness and the words finally escaped his throat although slurred she understood them perfectly. Go ahead kill me, I can take no more. Her undead heart felt as if it would burst right open and spew forth the blackness from inside. I mean you no harm she stopped stumbling for his name. T-T-T-TODD  he stuttered. I mean you no harm Todd. For the first time he looked up at her. His eyes widened and as they did she turned to leave. No, don’t, she heard him plead. She turned back to him, you do not wish my presence it is not what you need. He extended his hand. Like under a spell she took it knowing she needed to leave.

  He patted the bed beside him. She sat down, and noticed he was not a small mortal, although lean his height was very nice. He was at least a foot taller than she, probably around six foot or so. His brown eyes turned to meet hers and he leaned in returning the kiss she had began a few moments ago. NO, please don’t she plead with him. I need you he whispered. She had never heard those words spoken to her before and a single tear slid down her face. He wanted her, she needed him. Her lips instinctively began to meet his every move, her hands traveled down his chest taking the shirt from his body and throwing it to the floor. She stood in front of him between his knees looking down on him. His hands now steady roamed over her jacket and began to undo the buttons at the waist and with that freeing her breasts into the moonlight glow that shone through the window of the bedroom. She heard the little intake of breath, as he looked her over. Her nipples were taut and longing for his touch. He playfully took one in hand between his thumb and forefinger and began rolling it. She looked down on him her eyes now glowing bright red with blood lust too far to ever come back now. She reached down slipping her skirt to the floor leaving her garters and stocking heels and bracelet not to mention the cross hanging between her breasts. She knelt before him and took each sneaker off then reached for his black leather belt undoing it along with his jeans and sliding them from his body taking notice he was now bare and vulnerable and very very excited. His hand traveled down her abdomen then to her soft plush mound teasing her until one finger slid inside the hotness that now consumed her entirety. She spread her legs wide allowing him freedom for more of his hand as he plunged in and out of her she grinded in motion with him now feeling the breeze from the window herself and the moonlight once again on her skin. She then placed one leg on the bed the stiletto heel daring to pierce the blanket with its six-inch dagger of a heel. He knelt before her and began to lick the inside of her thighs. She threw her head back with a deafening moan. He licked his way up to her and proceeded to flick his tongue over her already swollen enraged clit. He would take his time making her suffer then plunge it deep into her hot channel giving her momentary satisfaction then the torturous flicking of the tongue would began again. She pulled his hair plunging him again and again inside her. Finally grabbing both of her hand’s full of hair and pulling him to his feet. She turned lying on the bed and beckoning him with her finger he slowly crawled to her as their tongues enter twined once more she felt his hands part her thighs as he slipped between them. His hand gripped the base of his shaft as he ran it up and down the length of her gash. Her clit pulsating she screamed out each time he rubbed over it. Finally, with one swift thrust he entered her, it was time and she knew it. He began to thrust like a mad man trying to kill her, she felt him go so deep she lost her breath feeling his cock loosing all control. Feeling the thick hot precum oozing out of him into her then pulsating once again madly. She began to moan over and over again. Her inner muscles began to consume him whole she felt him began to shudder and as he did so she grabbed his neck turning it swiftly to the left and pierced his skin. She wanted to savor this one. His skin almost burnt her he was soo hot. Her fangs then pierced the remaining two layers of skin as the blood slowly trickled. He suddenly screamed out as he did so his blood gushed into her mouth as he filled her with the hotness of his exploding member and she drenched them both with her own juices. The blood splashed hotly against the back of her throat as she screamed out along with him. She began to suck at him harder and in her mind she had already decided I shall take this one as my own, he will be the other set of footsteps he will be my special one and just as she was going to finish the embrace an image flashed from his mind to hers. She saw the car and the small face that looked back out of the car. The blood immediatly ran cold and she abruptly stopped. He was weakened but with liquids and rest he would recover with only a bruise on his neck. The brown eyes closed as he lay there motionless and she stroked his face once more using all of her powers to erase the pain that filled him so and the image of her. She could not leave him with nothing, so out of her little bag she pulled a ring with a gold cross and placed it on his hand and whispered I will come to you in many forms all you must do is fantasize and I will be there. She shape shifted into a mist and disappeared into the night after tucking him in.

A few months later there was a nice spring breeze blowing as she walked down the street again and she felt his presence and there he stood looking at the vendor cart with the smell of jasmine heavy in the air. She walked by him and smiled as he tipped the cap and continued to walk her long lonely journey to nowhere.