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.”