Blood Moon Rising pt V

It doesn't take me long to discover where I'll be spending the night, somewhere safe, somewhere that will mask my scent, I like the fact that it's close by too, a kind of irony in the adage about keeping you enemies closer...


Mausley Emergency Room presents itself, bright and neon in the night, I see from the street that even at this hour the waiting room is heaving with bodies.. How to get in, get to the cold storage but give myself a couple of thrills along the way?

I head down the street, find a few side alleys, get into the dirtier side of town, there's my man, I could see him before I could smell him which is unusual but then he is wearing a green suit, thinks he looks sharp, pushing one of his working girls around “Don't you go holding money out on me bitch” is what I catch as she cowers back, he gripping her wrist in his left hand and drawing back the right for another pop. She is dressed lazily, raincoat over lingerie, high heels, stockings, just like every other hooker I lay eyes on. Her eyes are wide, fearful, she knows what's coming, a beating then back to work, relentless, the story of her nights.

He smells perfect to me, the musk of sex, the high sweet of scent of cheap drugs and liquor and underneath it, cordite, metal and oil, that's the smell I'm looking for.

I lope up and present him with a new target, stepping between the too of them, she doesn't look like she's going to thank me for it, probably realises it will only get worse if some jerk tries to be her knight in shining armour.

“Get the fuck out of my face dick” he spits the words over me “this ain't your business and you don't want it to be” he talks tough and I can sense he's ready to back up his words with action, his girl, now free of his grip, is backing off across the street, it's like a slow motion scene from a B western movie. I shoot her a glance over my shoulder, she catches my eyes, probably to implore me to let it go, in that moment she is mine, the mesmer has her, her shoulders drop and she stops moving, oblivious to anything but my will.

“try me” two words, softly spoken to my aggressor, no hint of menace, no steel or weight behind them, I don't need there to be any, I want him to try me..

He goes for his gun as I leap up to his throat, he's a good 6 inches taller than me so I'm climbing up his chest, my fangs out, hunting for flesh, I don't want this to be clean, no neat puncture marks this time. His right hand pulls the pistol from it's holster under his shoulder, we are way too close for him to do much more than pull the trigger and hope it hits me and not him.

My right hand is on his wrist, I'm aiming his gun into my chest for him, wide left, wide right, I don't need a bullet through the heart, not tonight at least, my left arm is over his shoulder as my fangs are ripping his throat out, bathing me in his hot blood, his colour is draining fast as his finger squeezes down on the trigger.

BAMPH, I'm almost thrown off him by the weight of the bullet ripping into my chest, my left arm holds fast to his back, I can feel his legs going, BAMPH, BAMPH “FUUUCKK that smarts you bastaaard” I am screaming into his face as I let his life blood wash over me, BAMPF BAMPH BAMPH, six holes in me now, small, sphincter like at the front, puckered and raw. At the back it is just gorey, gaping exits, my blood colouring my back as his is the front of me. Beautiful.

He drops in my arms, the gun clattering to the pavement, I reach into his pocket and pull out a roll of notes, peel off five hundreds and press them into my new toy's hand. “Get some decent clothes on and rent adjoining rooms at the Marriott, don't talk to anyone that you don't need to” She turns as if released from a straitjacket and walks off into the night.

I put my best “I've just been shot 6 times” face on and burst through the doors of the ER dept, I stagger to my knees, let a mouthful of blood fall to my already crimson shirt and then fall flat on my face.

People are screaming around me, running to help, running to hide, covering their faces, I love making an entrance. Orderlies get me on a trolley and are rushing me through to a cubicle, I'm convulsing, forcing blood out of myself through every hole I can find, fuck I love my life, they are being cool and efficient on the surface but I can smell the anxiety as they try so hard to save me...

I flat line almost as soon as they have me attached to the monitor, I let them try defib, it's like wiring your balls up to a light switch, painful but with that itch of pleasure running through it, you want it again but know it'll never get you off.

After battling valiantly with such a hopeless case they give up on me and I'm being wheeled down to the dead rooms, the charnel house, the sharp disinfectant smell blocking everything else, even I couldn't find me by scent down here! The bitter cold wraps around me like a blanket. They sign me over to some schmo on duty and he gets on with cleaning me up and stowing me away, John Doe tag around my toe. Maybe I'll think about what presses his buttons if he is still there when I decide to wake up, time to sleep....

Blood Moon Rising pt IV by Vampira

I can smell him. Thirty minutes upstairs in the loft where Jack lay sprawled with out a box – devoid of life, just death odor - which I easily recognize, I know an underlying scent. I can smell – HIM, and this was no underlying scent. I grabbed the opening of my blouse; seemingly in uncertainty, surely in an attempt to hide cleavage, but mainly to steady myself. The scent grew stronger; I was dizzy with the must of strong Alpha male. I just don’t run into these kinds of vampires often.

Clutching my blouse, I could feel my nipples tighten, and for a moment I’m excited. I made my way down the stairs that I would never walk again, past the decorative sconce, fine copies of medieval art, down the carpet in the middle of the stairs. It might as well have been a gloved hand that pulled gently on my wrist. I am in control, yet I allow the raw, fierceness of Vampire Lord atrocity to have its way with the moment … to quicken my blood within my being, push out goose bumps, sweat upon my brows, face aglow, knees shivering, fangs glowing, breathing trapped, heart hammering, having lost my mind … I was mesmerized by the aroma in the corridor … the boy just had it going on like that … and I am in control of the moment.

The smell was overwhelming, it beat out death, and the doorway ahead signified the night and the hunt. I inhaled one long breath and opened the double paned security door.

The first thing that hit me … HIM. The second thing was the sight of the girl seated on my bench. With her head lowered she appeared to be studying her fingers. I approached her, slowly, unsteadily, still dizzy from the sexual impasse that was with me in the corridor. Still she did not move.

I walked right up to her and put my hand through his aura that surrounded her. I’m loathing of Vampire’s claim on a gift, or otherwise. I raised her up, ignored her stench and focused on the glaring puncture marks on her pale neck. My eyes roved over the teeth indentations barely raising her skin. I could see the whelp his tongue left, the silver lace of his saliva and his lips must have stopped right there and there – and Oh my gawd, I wanted her, not her, but where he was with her. I commanded her to look at me … her eyes, ebony, tingled.

I ache.

She demurred as I bent towards her, licking her lips as she waited. I waited. Controlling the beast, I was pulled to her – I might have squeezed her too tightly. My lips quivered as they grew closer to her, dripping saliva, whispering heat – I might have scratched her quite deeply. My mouth’s mold would mark her, over his, both of us, just me. Darting my tongue across her raised tissue, I tried to become his fangs, wanted to be part of this child, tried to get in her, wanted to be her – I might have frightened her badly. I made no new marks except for where my bottom teeth held her in place and I took from her, gave to her – I might have killed her slowly.

She dropped from my embrace, snapping like an accordion; knees hit first, waist bent, bosom reached forward. And then I saw the card. Jack of Hearts, poor Jack.

Blood Moon Rising pt III

Before I slip secretly into the night I need to ensure that there is no ambiguity, you must understand that Jack was not some act of random violence, but a message. I'm anything but subtle and I have a delicious idea.

Casing the trendy bars and clubs on East side I spot my target, pretty little thing, almost ethereal, long tousled hair slipping over her eyes and one of those gossamer dresses under a Steve McQueen leather jacket, how very chic.

Even before I stepped up to her she was smiling at me, I'm just her type, she's a prom queen pretending to be a rock chick looking for a bit of rough before running home to daddy. I'm looking as rough as they come, ripped jeans, once white t, unkempt and unshaven, going for the wolverine look that they all love right now, poor kid didn't stand a chance, especially once I'd given her my lupine smile and fixed her with my mesmerising eyes.

Hailing a cab I dragged her in the back with me and slipped the driver a crumpled 100, "Pleasant View memorial gardens, no questions" fixing his eyes ahead my man pushed his foot to the floor and sped us into the night, she giggled and cooed and I nibbled her neck, never knew what hit her as I extended my upper fangs and punctured her pretty white skin. I love all the flavours you get, the stories they tell you, whether it’s a dusty old fart note from an octogenarian or the pestilential bile of a disease riddled bum, hers was sweet, sweet and light, I knew it when I first scented her, dancing on my tongue like motes of light, still a bit of innocence and hope in there, gutsy, warm and adventurous, those were the emotions that hit me as I took a deep draught of her, I could feel her excitement on my tongue. I let the crimson trickle down and pool in the dip by her collar bone...

Dragging her from the cab at the gates, she stumbles, in the throes of the torpor, I point her toward your favoured bench "just go and sit there sweetheart, someone will be along for you in a spell", I thrust a playing card into her hand as she walks off, puncturing the middle of it with the elongated nail on my pinkie. The face of the card flashes at me in the moonlight as she walks away... Jack of Hearts

I turn and jog into the gloom, time to find a place to sleep.

Blood Moon Rising pt II by Vampira

The wrought iron benches glistened in the waning moonlight, illuminating the single leaf let loose from the overhanging tree. I would sit here for a moment; I always did.

Claws retreating, I felt relaxed under the glow of the red beams. I had left my stockings in the apartment, my last pair of Berkshire Lace. That was just another reason to go back. But not now, Jack would be in the throes of wailing, oozing pus and swelling up. I did not wish to see him in this state, only amorous, supine and willing.

He wanted a car, a red ‘machine’ he called it, and he promised to make the night memorable – and he had. He had yield his mortal body to my constrained appetite going beyond what any other human ever had, earning his car and ensuring other goodies later on. When I caressed his neck, I sensed in him a need, an utter willingness to be taken - how come, for the umpteenth time I thought, how come they couldn’t all be like him?

The moons red glare shifted across my naked legs, I could feel the breeze brush my short hem slightly and creep along my parted legs. Just one more minute, hell 5, I wanted to lounge in my favorite spot. The wrought iron benches had been a major selling point, and the over hanging tree made it perfect. The second selling point was its proximity to food; a trauma hospital and two large graveyards with one of them belonging to me. There were more things to be had than Jack in his gothic jungle and the availability of food, but I’m happy with what I got.

It was time to leave, my legs had become antsy and more leaves were falling from the tree, signifying a cold blistering night. I looked up in the window and I could see the built of Jack playing against the shadows of the sheers. He knew me well. I blew his silhouette a kiss and hurried into the night.

As luck would have it, my graveyard seemed bare of its usual traffic; they too indulged in the bounty across the way. I stood, perfectly still, statue like, and I listened to the low hum of the earth. I could feel its cadence, like a drum beat, the rhythm, like a slur. All is well.

Across the sky, blood patched everything under the moons’ glow. Hidden in the shadows, the food chain shifted and transformed with the light, making capture tedious. Vampires, if seen, were often a lighter colored mist before evaporating, other creatures blended in as lines and curves. Humans were simply targets. I flew freely in the air, piercing it rather than parting. My body, as a compass, automatically guided me towards the source of food on cruise control, for the most part - I was in it for the ride. But I loved flying, it was one of my simpler pleasures, and as I bee-lined towards the battle grounds, I began to pick up a wealth of discord. This was nothing unusual on this side of town; we all had to live together. I shook off the sensation of sizzling, being watched, a current - I would be careful. I always am.

The night rolled out like an action movie with me needing to feed and fulfilling those desires easily. I chose my victims carefully, bit swiftly with little ado and drank deeply stopping just before they lost consciousness. In this manner, it was better to take out a group of 2 or 3, and be done with it, but one couldn’t always tell what kind of night they would have.

I was with my last mortal, a favorite, and all this time, he still didn’t expect me. Juan Pritchard, lay naked, face down in the bed – I had to shut his mind off, and in the end make him forget, because he was a fighter. I straddled him and placed my hand in the middle of his back, pushing him into the down comforter, pushing him until he heaved a soft purr, pushing blood up to his neck. I could feel my body tingling slightly, electricity, there was no mistaking it.

… and I let the electricity touch me, it slow-boiled my blood, rippled gently in my belly. I rocked with it. My handprint seared Pritchards’ back causing it to whiten around its circumference, his jugular was engorged. I could still smell his waking fear; I could feel my body sweat as the electricity flittered across my nipples like raw wire. Feeding became a heightened need, NOW! Yet, my body was inert … this gave me pause. And then it was gone, too quick, but it was gone.

I tore into Pritchard’s neck, falling flat against his hard body, I listened to his heart thud and I sucked blood through the gaping hole. This was the last time that he would serve my need.

I needed to get back to Jack.

As soon as I landed upon the bench, I knew something was wrong, in-fact, it was before that. I looked quickly up at the window, saw nothing and bounded up the stairs by twos - I almost went threw the outer door before taking out my keys.

I could smell death as it hurled its way down the stairs to me. I met it. This time I went under the door as mist.

I ended up on the balcony by the time it was over with. Having nearly healed from the wounds I inflicted, Jack sprawled beautifully, except for the obvious hole in his chest. His eyes said nothing, stared nowhere, the color of Levis. I sat perched on the ledge like a gargoyle; the events that led up to my being here now, ruminated. There really wasn’t anything, nothing I could sink my teeth into. That was funny, I didn’t smile. Someone would have to pay, simply put. Damn, two good humans in one night. I’m sure Jack thought of me as his bloody body bid farewell – I would’ve liked to have seen that.

Blood Moon Rising

New in town and hungry to make my mark I’ve been quietly watching, waiting with the patience that immortality brings, stalking you across your hunting grounds as you nibble and nurture your favoured bleeds, ravish and ravage those who get in your way. Sure you go about things quietly and cleverly, covering your tracks with intelligence and grace but I know you, you are a big noise in this town, you call the shots, those who know of you are either in your thrall or in fear that their name will be the one to spill across your lips.

Why shouldn’t it be so, look at you, you move like a panther, lithe and untroubled by the trips and traps of mortal flesh, your face is so fair, what man would not stumble over his words in your presence, your eyes, flashing like my beloved northern lights, holding back the rage of centuries.

So, you have to be the one, if I am to make anything of myself in this place, it has to be you, Vampira, you and no other. Too many times I have had to flee this place or that, too young, too impetuous to know how to comport myself with dignity, making a mess of my kills or extending the hunt too far, the terror in my prey eliciting a beautiful fury more potent than any lust or passion.

So, how to announce my arrival to you? Take something beautiful, something you cherish, take that one thing and destroy it utterly? You need to know I have arrived, that I am here to make things hard for you where once they were easy.

You have a treasured feed, a mortal plaything, easy for you to set him up in that beautiful loft apartment, you probably smiled at the gothic overtones in which he decorated it, obviously eager to please his mistress. Poor Jack, did he really know what you were getting him into? Each night you dragged him to ecstasies that mortals should not know as you drained the life from him, he thought your blood drinking game just some baroque element of your dark love play, did he truly know what he was giving you, what you were taking from him?

The apartment was such an easy target, leaping softly from the neighbouring block I landed on the roof. Why would one secure their roof access when they are the only ones who can reach it? The doors shattered so sweetly, just one punch from my rock like fist, he stood inside, staring, open mouthed as the glass sprayed across the wooden floor to his feet. I am sorry to say that your beloved stood there in slack jawed disbelief, a fit young thing wasn’t he? I imagine you had directed him to spend his free time working out, 6’2? 6’3 maybe? A hard, taut body with beautifully defined muscles and drum tight skin, so delicious…

I strode towards him, easily, with a swagger, no hint of menace, how he stuttered and stammered, then steeled himself and threw a mighty paw toward my face, do you imagine he thought much of himself, brash and bold, revelling in the might of his physique? He was quick too, for a human of course, he moved easily on his feet and his blow came close to connecting, ha, close… but not close enough.

It was then he realised he was dead, my left hand brushed aside his blow as if it were a troublesome fly, my right snaked toward him with blinding menace, no fist, straight fingers, driving into his chest, a sickening crack, his sternum shattered by my force, my fingers closing around his heart, the terror in his pale blue eyes. Oumph! I withdraw my hand and there is this delicate sucking sound coming from his mouth "whuah, whuah, whuah" his last breaths, the snap of the cardiac muscles as I pull his life from him, such a beautiful thing, four pumps, eight chambers, seventy two beats per minute, so beautiful. Poor Jack, his little pumps were hammering at about 140, do you count the beats as I do? Do you delight in the speed that terror elicits? A tug, a twist and the apartment is sprayed crimson, I can see the fire in his eyes receding as I devour his beautiful organ, do you imagine he thought of you then, my love?

What shall I take from you next? You will know pain by my hand, pain and loss. I vanish into the night, this is your world, not mine, but there are places for me to vanish, dark crypts in disused cemeteries, the city morgue, playing at being a cadaver in their cold rooms, find me if you can, before I find you….

The Hunt

The streets of the city glisten from the early evening rain, reflecting the yellow street lights back toward me, small moons nestled in the puddles, the heat of the night still unbearable, causing trails of steam to rise from them into the night air.
I crouch high in the breeze amidst the shadows of the rooftops looking down upon the passing of the night, revellers spill from bars, the noise a brief intrusion, the heat from their bodies a flare against my vision, I feel their emotions ride up to me, passion, lust and joviality mixed with traces or bitterness and sorrow. Sirens wail infrequently, cats call, released from the tiresome daylight hours of cosying up to those who feed them, at night they become killers, feral beasts stalking the alleys and parks with only death on their minds, the most efficient killers designed by nature.
The dark clouds that thus far kept the sylvan moon at bay part, I crouch lower and observe as a figure, with feline grace, flits across my field of vision, darting into an alley where moments before a drunken reveller stumbled. No natural killer this, but unnatural, no burst of heat visible from her body, no slow, stilted mortal gate, she is as I am, nightwalker, blood drinker, agent of the dark, my wait is over.
I leap down from my eyrie, landing quietly on both feet, left hand outstretched for balance, its fingertips brushing the ground as my knees and hips absorb the impact of a leap that would have burst a normal man apart. Tonight, for effect if for nothing else, I am wearing black, canvas jeans, black converse trainers with the offset white flashes, and a tight “no fear” T-Shirt, the irony of which is not I assure you lost, the clothes hug my form, making movement easy, unencumbered, none of the ridiculous posturing of my ilk who insist on donning capes or velvet suits to add the drama of their appearance.
I assume a nonchalant gait as I cross the street, a walk that whispers “I am not here, you do not see me”, nothing suspicious to arouse casual glances, just invisibility to any but the most focussed of gaze. I sweep from the insipid street-light back into the darkness of the alley, there they are, the reveller appearing to be in a dead feint in her arms, she bent over him, perhaps to the casual audience attempting to revive him with a kiss.
I make no sound but still she hears me, or perhaps senses me, lifting her head toward me, toward the light at my back, a wide smile, the most tempting of lips, full, scarlet red, her flesh pale but with pink flowers blooming on her cheeks. Her fangs are out, blood drips from them, and surges violently now from the twin gashes that are exposed in her prey’s throat. She releases him and he drops, as only a body bereft of power to it’s muscles can, thumping to the ground with a sickening thud.
She is poised to leap, hands before her, long fingernails painted expertly are now bared as talons might, bent at the waist, hunched to protect her vital organs from the attack that she expects me to make, feral hisses in the place of words, every inch of her is taut with expectation. The air is thick with the tension, we both feel it, the adrenalin seeming to ebb and flow between us, ready for fight, flight or both as required.
I force myself to appear relaxed, arms folded across my chest, leaning back against the wall, I allow my dark eyes to fill with calm, let it radiate out toward her, lacing my voice with honey, even, measured, no hint of threat “Calli, isn’t it? Don’t you find feeding on those nearly comatose with drink less, well just somehow less than it should be?”
She straightens now, my charm has not captured her, she is too strong for that, her defences too high, but her resolve to rip out my throat is weakening. Her fangs recede and her tongue flicks to her lips, removing the last traces of her now forgotten victim. Calli drops her hands from their aggressive pose. I notice the slender wrists, long fingers ending in those darkened nails, in this light it is hard to make them out, black, no a crimson red of course, this matches the dress that both hugs and accentuates her figure, a short skirt, loose flowing, cut to mid thigh, she is wearing boots that climb to her knee, leaving an inviting swathe of pale, tempting flesh between the two. The dress is bodice cut in the top, her figure does not need flattering but it does so anyway, hips, waist, breasts, perfect curves, just a hint of cleavage at the low cut collar, I feel my heart quicken and wonder if she is working a glamour on me, in the same way that I had hoped my words would enchant her.
She speaks and I am enraptured, I thought that I had mastered the art of producing words that brush against senses as velvet might brush over your lips but I realise that I am an amateur in her presence “What would you suggest I do lord? He was available, I was hungry, I get so very hungry” her tongue appears again, pink, inviting, it moistens her lips, damn she is good, I can feel myself falling, a fatal mistake. I steel my resolve, letting her gentle perfume wash past me, resisting the tendrils of excitement, want, longing and need that probe at me.
“Blood tastes much better when spiked with adrenalin not beer, why don’t we hunt together?” I flash a glance over my shoulder “I spotted a couple of guys running into the park a few minutes ago, I got the feeling they were escaping the sirens, I’m sure we could track them down, they’ve enough fear pumping through them to provide a real kick”
I can see that I’ve got her interested but she is still hesitant “Why don’t you just take them alone, surely you can handle them?” at this I flash my strongest smile, dark eyes twinkling, just a hint of the menace and the power that lies behind them “Oh I don’t know, I thought I might need your help to pin them down… but if I’m honest and I would never lie to you Calli, I want you there because the hunt and the feed arouse me.” She allows a small smile this, that alone is enough for my heart to add a beat, she hears it and seems to like the effect she is having on me. “Calli, I’ve been watching you hunt every night for a week now, every tingle that has run down your spine has been my eyes feasting on you, alone we are just killers, hoovering up the detritus of humanity that we find on the streets, I want you to give my existence meaning”
I catch a look in her eye that I can’t decipher, understanding maybe? Does she feel the need, the longing too. Human lovers are so fragile, disposable, fickle with no idea of the things that drive us, is she as tired of that as I? “I don’t expect you to trust me yet, two minutes ago we could have been at each others throats, fighting over a kill like dogs over a bone, surely we are more than that?” I turn my back on her now, throwing words over my shoulder to her “I’m going into the park to feed, if you want to kill me do it now, an eternity without you at my side would be worse than the hell I’m destined for, if you want to join me, join me, it could be the ride of our lives”
She steps forward and I tense for a moment, waiting for the blow to the back of my neck or the straight fingered punch that will split my spine and penetrate my chest… it never comes, her arm slips across my back and shoulders, she pulls close to me and matches my stride, I can feel that this is hard for her, hard to trust he whom she should fear or fight. But she breathes, forcing it to be slow, step, breath, step, breath. My arm snakes around her perfect waist, I revel in the sensation of holding one so powerful this close, my face turns to hers and our lips meet, cautiously, briefly. She tastes of sweet copper and smells of excitement, this will be a good night, the very best.

We walk slowly, bodies together. It feels good to hold someone like this, one who does not shiver at my touch or paw and fawn at me out of gratitude or mindless devotion, we walk as lovers might, casually passing beneath the dark arch of the park gate. Here we separate, we know the routine, there is a trail to find, the hunt is running. I prick my ears, standing silent in the darkness, blocking out the sounds of the city behind me and focussing forward into the night. She has them first, crouched low, breathing deep through her nose, turning her head this way and that as the breeze shifts, her flaming tresses tumbling about her shoulders as she suddenly catches their scent.
“They are down by the lake, a copse of trees, one of them is hurt, bleeding” I scan the night ahead, the darkness is as twilight to me, a shifting landscape of shades, the copse a small block of inky impenetrable black. She is right of course, I can smell the blood in the air now, a prickle of excitement runs through me and I set off down the hill at a lope.
Calli is waiting for me as I pull up at the edge of the trees, no hint of exertion, calm and unruffled. I can hear them breathing inside, shallow, ragged breaths, trying hard not to be heard against the still night air. Silently we slip inside and immediately are upon them, they are slow to react, even for mortals, the first distracted by the gunshot wound in his leg does not see me until my hand closes around his throat and lifts him bodily from the ground, his companion faring no better, eyes rolling back into his head, terrified as Callis bestial visage materialises, fangs and talons bared, raking and tearing at the flesh of his throat, a surge of blood splashes to the ground at his feet, a whimper and he is no more.
I turn my attention back to the one in my grasp, he is kicking feebly against me with his good leg, but in his hand a dull flash of metal, he stabs forward frantically, surely realising it will avail him nothing, the blade bites into my chest, glancing from my sternum and off in the flesh of my breast, pain rifles through me, but it is just steel. I look quizzically into his eyes and let the terror wash over him, baring my fangs and drawing his throat down toward my mouth, for a moment his legs continue to kick, then he just hangs from my grasp, inanimate as I let the life that was his surge through me.
Tossing the lifeless body aside I move toward Calli, as beautiful as I found her earlier, she is as divine now as any angelic image, her skin pale as alabaster but flushed full at the cheeks. I can feel the vitality pumping through her, radiating outward and washing over me. My heart hammers in my chest as I reach forward to her, bringing her back from the rage, the tips of my fingers glide under her chin, brushing gently, tenderly at her neck, twining in amongst the hair at the back of her head, she does not attempt to pull back as I move toward her, my eyes lost in hers, green, brown, amber, shifting impossibly, mesmerizing.
I feel a rush of heat and my mouth is pressed to her lips, lips I could die for, so full, a perfect red, painfully dark against her pale, pale skin, warm and moist, I find myself questioning if the heat is from the kill or the same heat of passion that I find rising through me. Suddenly she is attached to me as if I am her life support, teeth gnawing at my lower lip, tongue probing into my mouth, her hands at my back, sharp nails digging painfully into my skin, pulling us together.
Without thought I am returning her passion, my tongue runs the contour of her lips, grazes across her teeth, flicking in and out of her mouth, one hand still caresses the back of her neck, the other plays up and down her spine, fingers strong but their touch light. Pressed together she can feel the excitement growing in me, my arousal obvious by the uncomfortable bulge in the front of my jeans urging to escape.
I let a gasp escape my lips and try to pull back from our embrace “Not here, I have a place, not far” I close my mouth to hers again, one last lingering kiss and then pull away, grasping her hand and pulling her behind me into the night.
The journey to the apartment either takes seconds or agonizing hours it is impossible to recall, what I do remember is pushing the door shut and turning to face her, fire flaring in her eyes, flaming hair tumbling down her face, each sharp intake of breath from our run causing her perfect breasts to rise, fall, rise, fall so appealingly in the tight corset like cut of her dress. I force myself to close my eyes, breathe in slow slow slowly, composing myself, forcing down the urge to pounce on her and tear her clothes off with my teeth and claws...
“I'm being an appalling host, shall I fix us something to drink?” Whuuumph! The flat of her palm slams against my chest, momentarily winding me, I'm staggered by the speed she moves “fuck a drink Will, I suggest you show me the bedroom!” Her face is in my face again, breathing too fast, her lips against mine, I stagger back into the door as she kisses me hard, her hands pulling manically at the front of my jeans.
I sweep her into my arms, she can only be 5'3, 5'5 at the most, we tend to be light for our size too, lean muscle rather than bulk, a racial oddity, cradling her, one hand under her knees and the other around her back, my lips, tongue and teeth at her neck, I mount the stairs at pace.

I smile wide at Calli as she drops lightly onto the bed “I do have a coffin, but that's for sleeping, I'm quite a traditionalist” she leans up on her elbows to watch me as I kick off my shoes, slowly pulling my t-shirt up to reveal a torso criss-crossed with scars, the evidence of tonight's fracas is an ugly red tear across my chest, my muscles not over developed, just taut, firm, all of the strength emanating from the shoulders down. I casually unbutton my jeans, my excited cock springing forth as I push them down and step toward her.

”Time to get you out of that dress I think” my voice is calm and measured but she can hear my heart thumping in my chest, see clearly the flush of passion that is running through me. I kneel on the bed at her feet and start by slowly unbuckling her boots, letting them glide across her calves as I ease them off, my fingers gently kneading into her flesh where they have been fastened too tightly, I pause to kiss each of her feet in turn, the ball, the arch and finally a small nip from my teeth as my lips surround the protruding bone of her ankle.
I slide my hand up her legs now, revelling in the silk soft flesh, my fingers lingering at the backs of her knees, the touch of my fingers so light, almost imperceptible, drawing circles in her flesh. She is observing me intently, still resting on her elbows, my hands leave her knees now, gliding up the outside of her thighs, around the perfect curve of her buttocks, riding her skirt up as I catch it under my fingers. She raises her hips slightly to allow it to continue unhindered, up to her waist, her stomach, her breasts, she drops her hips back down to the bed and raises her arms as I slip it up above her head.
Calli is revealed to me now, my pulse quickens as I realise that the image that I have painted in my mind does not come close to matching the reality of her incredible form, her milk white flesh, sensuous, inviting, the curves between her hips and waist, her stomach slightly rounded, feminine, beautiful, her breasts perfect orbs, not overly large, ample is a word that leaps unbidden to my mind as I drink her in with my eyes.
Slowly I hook my fingers under the straps of her thong and draw them down her legs, pausing once to plant a single kiss on her delicate flesh as she wriggles to release the material that clings to her moist skin, I cannot help but draw and hold the deepest breath of her, am transported by her scent, musky, animal, powerful.
I move back up her now, flesh on flesh, trying to keep as much of my body in contact with her at all times, my hands are running over her body, fingers and nails scratching lightly, my mouth seeks her breasts, the firm nipples, stiff with blood, inviting my lips and tongue to caress them, my hands running the contours of her breasts, over her ribs, circling round her waist and down around her shapely bum, lifting her gently as I swing my body round to rest, kneeling between her thighs.
My tongue is upon her now, 3 short, sharp licks pointed like an arrow, then I relax the muscle and let it loll languidly across her, my mouth wide, encompassing her, her hands close around the back of my head and push me close to her, I am lost in that moment, hopelessly entranced by her, my tongue and lips working rhythmically to the beat inside my head, the heat on my face, the taste of her, the smell of her, filling me completely, my hands pressing at her upper thighs, holding her open to me. I delight in the sensation of running my tongue over her, taking in every subtle texture, I am enthralled.
In the distance I can hear her voice, is she calling my name? I'm on another plane, caught in the utter ecstasy her, my entire being dedicated to the task of coaxing her forward with my mouth, my tongue, lips, fingers, every rivulet of pleasure that she feels is amplified ten fold and surges through me, I feel the skin of my member swelling beyond pleasure, never felt so engorged with blood, with lust. Her fingers are curled tight in my hair now holding my head with such force and I can hear her now “Fuuuuuck yes”, feel a wave of energy run through her body, it is almost a physical thing, still holding me tight, not moving, neither of us moving, the entire world seems to be holding it's breath as we bask in the glow of that shared orgasm....
I draw myself alongside her in the bed now, a sheen of sweat coating the warm glow of our bodies, my lips search for hers again as our eyes meet, no guarded mesmer present now, no pending attack, no defence but still I am lost in them, deeper in her grasp, I am hers.
“How many lifetimes have I endured Calli, to know you now, to know such beauty has existed and been denied me for those ages. To know you now makes a mockery of my past endeavours, to know you now is everything I have been and anything I will yet be”
We are kissing passionately again, my hands amongst her hair, my lips upon her face, butterfly kisses raining down, needing to lay their touch upon every inch of her, her forehead, eyelids, nose, those fabulous cheekbones, lips so full, they shout “vigour, passion, love” to me, I am drawn to them, am so aroused, each time I meet them with my own lips and tongue I am greeted with the lightest, sweetest scent of her breath, reaching out and ensnaring me again and again.
I am kneeling astride her now, my knees tucked gently in at the curve of her waist, I lean back, the most lascivious smile dancing upon my lips, my eyes sparkling with mischief. My fingers begin their dance upon her again, starting between my legs they draw faint lines in the flesh of her stomach, not light enough to be tickling, not firm enough to be scratching, just tiny arcs of lightning, working out from the centre of her belly and up under her ribs, along those ribs, as my fingers pass I bend double and unable to resist snap tiny prickling bites across her rib cage.
My hands continue their exploration of her, under her breasts, following the curves inward to her cleavage and then out again tracing lines to her armpits, a wriggle as my touch is too much, Calli is ticklish, this I shall remember! Up to the dip of the collar bone, again a kiss, a bite here, feeling the bone between my teeth, my tongue flicking into the gorgeous hollow behind. My hands again, floating over her breasts, barely touching, a swell of blood, hard nipples pressing into my palms, fingertips now trace decreasing circles toward those swollen buds, exciting and teasing her with my touch by turns.
Calli lets her tongue push between her lips now, moistening them, enticing me, I cannot take my eyes from her perfect mouth, I could die for that mouth, any word that would fall from the lips my command to fulfil, her eyes hold me fast, drawing me in, she speaks, voice soft as snow but hard as ice at once “I want you inside me”, she feels the effect her words have upon me instantly. I am immortal, yet in so many ways just a man with a man's desires, some ties that bind cannot be broken. I thought it impossible for my engorged member to grow any further with desire for her, there can be no blood left in my brain, all other organs must be starved, my entire body is instructing me to do as she wills.
I ease backward down the bed, my legs slipping between hers, parting them gently, on my knees, her thighs warm and soft against mine, I am barely able to control myself, the desire to become one with her is all I know and that knowledge is warm and encompassing, there is no other life beyond this moment.
Her hands are on me suddenly, one encircling me, nails into flesh already stretched to breaking point, pain/pleasure so fucking amazing, drawing me to her, the other around my back, pulling me forward, her legs bent up at the knee, opening herself wide to me, willing me to become part of her.
I feel the head of my penis connect with the flesh of her lips, a heat like fire, so incredibly wet, she holds me tightly, allowing me no opportunity to take control here, slowly, so slowly she rubs the tip of me upward, parting her lips, over her clit, holding me straight up so that the sensitive underside of my head is right against her, she thrusts forward lightly with her hips, a look of total concentration on her face as she exerts more and more pressure, together with the most subtle movement of her hand upon me, millimetres only but every tiny stroke exaggerated by the sensitivity. Stroke, stroke, stroke, wriggle, fuck, fuck fuck she is amazing, too amazing, this is going to make me explode, she knows she has me, the look on her face is utter delight as she manipulates me, on, on, on... though the beads of sweat on her brow show that the effect is working both ways, it is taking every ounce of self control for her to continue.
I must act, I lean forward, burying my face into her, my mouth at her neck, fangs extended, a gasp as they prick, and gently penetrate her, the ecstasy of the drawing of blood , both to drink and to be drained, is immediate, I feel her shudder beneath me, her breath quickens for but a moment.
Her hand relinquishes it's iron grip upon me now, she shuffles slightly up the bed, pushing down on me as she does so, once again her lips part as I glide between them, Fwuh a soft puff of air escapes my lips, the texture of her is upon me, surrounding me, enveloping me and drawing me in, her soft flesh yields before me, caressing me, enticing me, all of the sensation seems to be focussed at the head but I can feel her now surrounding my shaft, deep, deep, deeper I push so slowly into her until I can push no more, my brain is gone now, there is just a core of being, somewhere at the base of my spine, below my stomach, can't quite grab it with my mind, it is shifting, growing, glowing and pulsing.
I rock forward now and the pubic bone above my cock locks over her already aroused clit, I see her eyes widen slightly at the unexpected suddenness of that sharp sensation, as if jabbing repeatedly at a button marked PLEASURE that is wired into her brain. I am as deep as I can be inside her, no deep thrusts, no pumping, just that.. rock forward, pressure, pleasure, rock back, no pressure, pleasure, forward, back. Each slight shift moves me just a tiny amount inside her, I can feel the head of my cock deep, deep, deep pressing lightly against her cervix, as I rock she is tightening imperceptibly around me, sucking at me with her muscles. My balls are being squeezed between us, so tight is my body to hers, our sex is the fulcrum, we fit together perfectly, made to be together in this way.
The heat rises from our bodies, rock, rock, forward, back, deep, deeper I feel her sharp nails clawing at my shoulders, my back, digging hard into my buttocks, my muscles tense, absorbing the pain, letting her draw bloody gashes across the back of my body. There is a rhythm to our movement now, faster, more urgent, her teeth are biting at her bottom lip, eyes locked to mine, daring me to look anywhere else but I cannot, I will bathe in her gaze, there together, as it should be.
The force of each forward motion now carries a small ripple of force up her body, as it reaches her breasts it jolts them up and they offer the most arousing bounce as they return, that image catches in what is left of my brain, so incredibly sexy that I feel the bright glow in my core suddenly flare “I am here” it shouts to me, there is nothing I can do now, I feel the inexorable rise of that flare, it shoots tendrils of fire out across my body before shrinking, tightening, pulling every part of me back into it's centre until I become nothing but it, will not find myself again until I allow it to explode within me.
All control is lost now, the rhythm of the rocking motion forgotten, my hips start to fire back and forth like the crazed piston of a machine, deep thrusting motions that draw me to the very edge of her before pounding back as deep as it is possible to be, the briefest of pauses before triggering again, pressing her back into the soft material of the mattress.
I feel it then, the explosion of light inside me, burning through me, tearing me apart, I am deafened and blinded by it, it feels like arcs of white fire are bursting from me, I feel my cock swell inside her as I am consumed by my orgasm, it feels like the head of my twitching cock is being held fast by a score of mouths, their tongues flaying across it, rivulets of pleasure flying through me.
Her nails are still deep in the flesh of my buttocks, she pulls me forward, rocking me back over her one last time, my vision clears to see her pupils dilating, a warm red glow suffusing down from her neck across those perfect breasts, she is holding me tight to her, breath coming in short ragged gasps. I feel a sublime glow suffuse me, it is just nothing, as if there is nothing in the world, but we two, there, clutched together, bathed in the sweat of our endeavours, blood, from her scratches welling down my back just as the 2 trails of crimson trickle from the twin puncture marks at her neck, pooling in the dip of her collar bone.
I kiss her again now, long, languid, slow, breathing her breath, wanting the warm glow that runs through me to run into her, to hold us both in it's steady, enveloping blanket.
I speak then, as I wrap my arms close around her shoulders “If it is possible for a creature such as I to love Calli, then love you I do, without you there is only darkness, be mine always.”