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In the blood-soaked streets of Yharnam, Blaze Morvane—a scrappy anthro wolf hunter with more sass than survival instincts—stumbles into a nightmare. After a humiliating defeat by Vicar Amelia, the Church’s beastly matriarch, he finds himself at the mercy of her feral… appetites. What follows is a grotesque, sweat-drenched tango of claws, teeth, and explosive, otherworldly lust that leaves the cathedral in ruins—and Blaze changed. But when dawn breaks, he awakens, sore in every conceivable way, and clutching Amelia’s golden pendant. Now, with a trail of evidence leading into the city and a mob on his tail, Blaze limps back into the fray—battered, bemused, and buzzing with a beast’s borrowed heat. Bloodborne’s horrors just got a lot hotter.


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Next story on the list features Blaze's encounter with Vicar Amelia!

And what follows is a battle he had no chance of winning >:3





~Blaze and story are mine
~Vicar Amelia (C) FromSoft", "writing": "NIGHT OF THE HUNT\n\nBy: Blaze-Lupine\n\n*Content Warning:*\n\nThis story contains a lot of sex. Graphic, detailed SEX! Also some violence, but not sexual.\n\nThis work is for mature audiences only.\n\n**The Streets of Yharnam**\n\nThe air in Yharnam clung to Blaze's fur like wet ash, the stench of old blood and burning incense searing his nostrils. Moonlight slithered through the fog, casting the crumbling spires of the Healing Church in jagged silhouettes. His claws trembled against the grip of his saw cleaver - a weapon too heavy for his slender frame, its teeth still sticky from a half-hearted skirmish with a thrashing beast-priest hours ago. \n\nHe shouldn't have taken the contract. \n\nWhispers slithered from alleyways. Not the sane, trembling prayers of survivors, but the wet, gurgling pleas of things changing. Blaze's ears flattened as he crept past a lantern, its flame choked by black smoke. 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It howled, swiping. Claws raked his thigh, hot pain searing through muscle. Blaze staggered, breath ragged. The beast lunged again, pinning him to the damp stones. Its drool splattered his cheek, reeking of rot. He gagged, thrashing, as jaws gaped above his face - \n\nA roar split the night. \n\nNot the guttural cry of the wolf, but something deeper. Primal. A sound that vibrated in Blaze's ribs like a funeral bell. The werewolf stiffened, ears twitching. Then it fled, whimpering, into the shadows. \n\nSilence. \n\nBlaze lay shaking, blood pooling beneath him. The new wound burned, but the terror burning hotter was the source of that roar. It lingered in the air, thick as the fog - a presence older than the Church, hungrier than the scourge. Somewhere in the labyrinth of spires, gold clicked against stone. A pendant, perhaps, swaying from a clawed throat... \n\nHe ran. \n\nThe cathedral doors slammed shut behind Blaze, the echoes of the mob's tormented howls muffled by rotting wood. He slumped against the barricade, claws splintering the pews as he dragged them across the entrance. His thigh screamed where the werewolf had torn into him, blood soaking through the makeshift bandage. The air here was thicker - alive - with the stench of musk and sanctified decay. \n\nMoonlight bled through fractured stained glass, painting the altar in jagged hues of gold and crimson. Blaze's breath hitched. The scent hit him first: hot animal sweat, cloying incense, and beneath it all, the metallic tang of menstrual blood. His fur prickled. \n\nClick.\n\nA sound like bone chimes. \n\nHe turned. \n\nThere, in the shadow of the altar, something shifted. A massive silhouette unfurled - hunched, yet towering, its matted white fur glistening with oily sweat. Blaze's throat tightened as the thing stepped into the light. \n\nVicar Amelia's once-humane form had ruptured into a grotesque parody of motherhood. Her distended breasts hung low, leaking thin milk that dripped down her matted underbelly. The golden pendant around her neck dug into swollen flesh, its chain straining against her monstrous collarbone. Her claws - longer than Blaze's forearms - scraped the stone floor, each talon crusted with dried viscera. But it was her face that froze him: a mangled fusion of wolf and woman, jaw unhinged to reveal rows of yellowed fangs, yet still crowned by the tattered remains of a nun's wimple. \n\nShe breathed. The sound rattled the candelabras. \n\nBlaze raised his cleaver. The weapon trembled. \n\nAmelia lunged. \n\nHer speed defied her size - a blur of matted fur and reeking heat. Blaze barely dodged, her claws shearing through his sleeve. The impact hurled him into a pillar, stone cracking beneath his spine. Pain blazed through him. She loomed, her drool spattering his face as she sniffed him, nostrils flaring. Hot breath steamed against his neck. \n\nHe slashed upward. The blade bit into her pendulous breast. \n\nAmelia shrieked - a sound like a thousand dying choir members - and backhanded him across the nave. Blaze crashed into the altar, ribs snapping. Blood filled his mouth. She was on him before he could scream, pinning him with one clawed paw. Her weight crushed his hips, the heat of her swollen underbelly searing through his clothes. \n\nHer muzzle dipped, tongue - thick and ropey - dragging up his chest. It left a trail of sticky saliva that reeked of iron and spoiled milk. Blaze gagged, thrashing, but her claws tightened, puncturing his shoulders. She reared back, jaws gaping, and roared. \n\nThe sound liquefied his courage. \n\nHer free paw raked downward, shredding his tunic. Claws teased his navel, drawing beads of blood. Blaze whimpered, tail clamped between his legs, as she sniffed his exposed stomach. Her growl deepened, vibrating through his bones. A droplet of her milk fell onto his cheek, burning like acid. \n\nHe was prey. She was hungry. \n\nAmelia's jaws hovered over Blaze's throat, her drool pooling in the hollow of his collarbone. He braced for the bite, for teeth shearing through his windpipe - \n\nSniff.\n\nHer wet nose pressed against his sternum, inhaling sharply. Blaze stiffened. The claw pinning his chest retracted, not to strike, but to drag a single talon down his stomach. It split his belt like parchment. \n\n``Oh, come on,'' he croaked, voice cracking. \n\nThe beast-vicar tilted her head, ears twitching. Her growl softened into something low, almost... curious. The tip of her claw hooked into the waistband of his trousers. Blaze's dark humor warred with terror as she peeled the fabric apart with surgical precision, shredding it to ribbons without grazing his skin. Cold air hit his thighs. \n\n``Well,'' he muttered, staring up at the cathedral's crumbling ceiling. ``If I've got to check out... what a fucked way to go.'' \n\nAmelia ignored him. Her nostrils flared at the scent of his fear - and the involuntary twitch of his body betraying something sharper beneath. A rumble shook her chest, not a snarl but a purr, discordant and guttural. Her tongue lashed out, broad and fever-hot, dragging from his navel to his ribs. Blaze jerked, a strangled laugh escaping him. \n\n``N-not ticklish, you overgrown - ah!'' \n\nShe pinned his hips with one paw, her claws dimpling his flesh as her muzzle nuzzled lower. Her breath scalded his inner thigh, the heat of her swollen underbelly pressing against his leg. Blaze's claws scraped stone, his ears flat. ``Y-you're kidding me. Is this - are you actually - ?'' \n\nThe tip of her tongue flicked against his cock. \n\nBlaze's voice died in a choked gasp. Amelia's golden pendant swung above him, glinting as she huffed, her milky breath reeking of iron and spoiled sacrament wine. Her tongue coiled around him, not to devour, but to taste - rough papillae scraping his shaft as she explored his length with predatory slowness. \n\n``Fuck,'' he hissed, torn between revulsion and a traitorous throb of arousal. ``Fuck, fuck, this isn't - nngh - this isn't happening...'' \n\nAmelia's claws flexed, drawing blood as she dragged him closer. Her other paw ripped the remnants of his tunic away, baring his chest. She loomed over him, her distended breasts swaying, leaking droplets that sizzled where they struck his skin. Her muzzle curled in a grotesque mimicry of a grin, fangs glinting. \n\nThen she mounted him. \n\nNot yet penetration - her bulk was too vast, her intent too savagely patient. Instead, she ground her swollen vulva against his thigh, the fur there matted with heat-slick arousal. Blaze's claws dug into her flank on instinct, blunt nails catching in clotted fur. She roared, the sound vibrating through his bones, and bit the pillar beside his head. Stone crumbled. \n\n``Okay! Okay, Jesus - '' \n\nHer hips rolled, deliberate and crushing, smearing his leg with her fluids. Every thrust pinned him deeper into the cracked altar, her weight driving the air from his lungs. Blaze's dark laughter returned, hysterical at the edges. ``S'pose - hnn - should've stayed... with the mob...'' \n\nAmelia paused. Snarled. \n\nThen her claws seized his wrists, yanking them above his head. Her tongue slithered up his neck, over his jaw, and into his mouth. The taste was too much, and Blaze groaned as the dripping appendage explored his maw.\n\nAmelia's tongue withdrew from his mouth, leaving Blaze gasping for air that reeked of her bestial musk. She released his wrists, claws trailing down his chest to circle his hips. Her breath hitched - a wet, guttural purr - as her gaze locked on the flush of pink flesh emerging from his sheath.\n\n``Oh, hell no,'' Blaze muttered, ears burning. ``C'mon, don't - don't stare at it - ''\n\nHis cock twitched under her scrutiny, fully unsheathed now - a lean, eight-inch curve damp with precum. Amelia tilted her head, nostrils flaring. To her, it must've looked pitiful: a fragile, trembling thing dwarfed by her clawed paws. She gripped the base, her talons encircling him like a vice.\n\n``Fuck!'' Blaze arched, claws scraping stone. ``T-too tight - hnng - you're gonna pop it - ''\n\nAmelia ignored him. Her thumb - blunt and calloused - rubbed the swollen knot at his root. Blaze's protest died in a choked whine. She growled, low and resonant, as precum beaded at his tip. Her tongue unfurled, fat and glistening, to lap at it.\n\n``Nngh - fuck - !''\n\nThe sensation was obscene. Her tongue's texture - sandpaper-rough, searing hot - scraped his shaft with relentless precision. She worked him slowly, base to tip, each upward stroke coaxing another thick droplet from his slit. Blaze's hips jerked, but her claws held him immobile, forcing him to endure the torturous rhythm.\n\n``H-holy shit... you're... really into this, huh?'' he rasped, voice fraying.\n\nAmelia's only answer was a rumble that shook the altar beneath them. Her free paw groped his balls, claws retracted but pressure unyielding. One finger was easily able to cup both testicles. Blaze's laugh dissolved into a moan as she massaged the taut sack, her tongue now swirling around his crown.\n\n``Y'know - ah! - if you wanted a - a snack - ''\n\nHer jaws snapped inches from his face, silencing him. Saliva dripped onto his chest, sizzling where it touched his fur. Amelia's golden pendant swung wildly as she redoubled her efforts, tongue slithering beneath his shaft to probe his perineum.\n\n``Christ - !'' Blaze's tail thrashed. ``Th-that's not - hnngh - not a fuckin' lollipop - ''\n\nShe growled, impatient, and bit his inner thigh - not deep enough to maim, but sharp enough to draw blood. Blaze yelped, his cock twitching violently in her grip. Amelia lapped at the wound, and then dragged her tongue back to his groin, lapping up the mix of blood and precum with a shuddering groan.\n\nHer hips ground against the altar, her own arousal slicking the stone. The fur between her legs was parted, swollen folds glistening in the moonlight. Blaze's gaze flicked there - then away, his face burning. ``Nope. Nope. Not lookin'. Not thinkin' about how - hnng - how that's gonna fit - ''\n\nAmelia's claws tightened. She released his cock abruptly, leaving him throbbing and exposed. Before Blaze could react, she seized his hips and pulled him forward. Her muzzle pressed between his neck and shoulder, hot breath scalding his fur as she sniffed along his spine.\n\n``Oh, nononono - ''\n\nHer tongue delved lower.\n\nAmelia's claws sank into Blaze's hips, lifting him like a doll. Her haunches straddled his torso, her monstrous weight pressing him into the altar until his ribs creaked. The heat radiating from her vulva was furnace-like, a wet, primal musk choking the air. Blaze's cock stood rigid against his stomach, glistening with her saliva - pathetic compared to the swollen, dripping gash hovering above him.\n\n``Oh, fuck me,'' he wheezed. ``Literally.''\n\nShe snarled, impatient, and slammed down.\n\nBlaze's vision whited out. Her walls burned, clenching around him with vise-like pressure, but the stretch was laughable. Amelia stilled, head cocked, as if waiting for... more. When none came, a guttural growl rippled from her chest. She lifted her hips, his cock slipping free with a lewd shlick, and stared at the meager length glistening between them.\n\n``Y-yeah, sorry to... disappoint,'' Blaze rasped, tail thrashing. ``Not exactly packing a - hnng!''\n\nHer claw seized his shaft, squeezing. He yowled as she yanked, stretching his flesh taut, as if trying to pull him into something worthy of her bulk. The pendant around her neck clinked furiously.\n\n``N-not detachable, you lunatic - !''\n\nAmelia roared, spittle spraying his face. Her hips snapped down again, this time grinding against him with violent force. The friction was agony and ecstasy - her over stimulated walls milked him ruthlessly, but his knot refused to catch, his length barely grazing her depths. She rutted like a beast in heat, each thrust cracking the altar beneath them, her claws raking stone into powder.\n\n``J-jesus - I'm not the - ah! - the problem here!'' Blaze choked out, nails scrabbling at her sweat-slicked thighs. ``Y-you're built like a - hnngh - a fuckin' cathedral - ''\n\nA particularly brutal thrust stole his breath. Amelia's muzzle dipped, fangs grazing his throat as she snarled, her breath reeking of blood and frustration. Her paw gripped his cock again, not to torment, but to guide - angling him upward into a spongy ridge that made her shudder. Blaze's hips jerked involuntarily.\n\n``O-oh - there? Really? Y'could've just - fuck!''\n\nShe pinned his wrists, rolling her hips in a crude, grinding circle. The new angle dragged his tip against that swollen cluster of nerves with every downward slam. Amelia's howl shook the rafters, her milk leaking in rivulets onto his chest. Blaze's humor dissolved into ragged moans as she rode him with single-minded fury, her need transcending his inadequacy.\n\n``C-close - I'm close, you mad - ah! - bitch - !''\n\nAmelia's jaws snapped shut inches from his face. A warning. She wasn't done.\n\nThe beast's fangs punched through Blaze's abdomen with a wet crunch. He screamed - or tried to - but her jaws clamped shut, pinning his pelvis in a cage of serrated ivory. Hot blood flooded his throat. This is it, he thought, claws scrabbling uselessly against her muzzle. Gonna die as a fucking chew toy - \n\nShe released him. \n\nBlaze collapsed, hands clutching the ruin of his midsection. Blood oozed between his fingers, but... no pain. Worse - a tingling, like maggots writhing under his skin. He gagged. ``Wh-what did you - ?'' \n\nAmelia loomed above him, panting. Her golden pendant glowed faintly, its fractured surface leaking a viscous black fluid that sizzled as it hit the altar. Blaze's bloodstained fur began to twitch. \n\n``Oh no. No no no - '' \n\nHis spine arched violently, vertebrae popping like firecrackers. Claws erupted from his fingertips, black and hooked, shredding his remaining flesh. Blaze howled - a sound that warped mid-cry into a guttural roar as his jaw unhinged, teeth lengthening into fangs that pierced his own tongue. \n\nStop stop stop MAKE IT STOP - \n\nMuscle swelled beneath his fur, splitting his skin in gory seams. His ribs cracked outward, forming a barrel-chested frame to match Amelia's grotesque proportions. She watched, head tilted, as his legs snapped and reconfigured, paws tearing free of his boots to become clawed monstrosities. His hair was now a wild pink mane that flowed behind him.\n\nNot me NOT ME - \n\nThe worst was his cock - no longer a vulnerable pink curve, but a thick, bestial shaft, knot swollen and tip dripping. Amelia snarled, nostrils flaring at the scent. Blaze tried to crawl backward, but his body wasn't his anymore. His thoughts blurred, drowned under a tsunami of primal hunger. \n\nKill. Mate. Bite. BREAK - \n\nAmelia lunged, pinning him with newfound parity. Her tongue dragged up his transformed chest, lapping at the blood clotting his fur. Blaze's growl echoed hers, involuntary. His claw - his claw - sank into her flank, not to fight, but to pull her closer. \n\nNo no no nonono - \n\nShe mounted him properly now, her heat scorching his thickened length. This time, he fit. Blaze's last humane thought flickered - God, I'm hard - before the beast's instincts swallowed him whole. \n\nAmelia's jaws clamped around Blaze's throat - not to kill, but to claim. Her hips rolled, sheathing his bestial cock in one brutal thrust. The fit was perfect now, his swollen knot stretching her entrance as her walls pulsed with feral hunger. The altar splintered beneath them, its consecrated marble reduced to rubble under their clawed grips. \n\nBlaze's thoughts frayed like old rope. Mate. Breed. Ruin. The words echoed in his skull, drowning out the last whispers of his humane mind. Amelia's milk dripped onto his chest, mingling with the blood oozing from their wounds. She rode him with frenzied abandon, her claws raking furrows into his ribs, her roars shaking dust from the rafters. \n\nNo - stop - \n\nThe thought dissolved as she bit his shoulder, fangs piercing muscle. Pain and pleasure fused into a white-hot throb. Blaze's hips snapped upward instinctively, driving deeper, his knot catching on her rim. Amelia howled, a sound that shattered the remaining stained glass. Shards rained down, slicing their fur as the cathedral trembled. \n\nShe wouldn't let him cum. \n\nEvery time his thrusts grew erratic, she'd pin him down, snarling, forcing him to endure the agonizing drag of her heat. Her tongue lashed his muzzle, coercing a submissive whine from his throat. Good pet, her growl seemed to say. Mine. \n\nBlaze's claws tore into her haunches, drawing rivulets of thick blood. Amelia rewarded him with a punishing downward grind, her swollen clit rubbing against his pelvis. The scent of their mating hung heavy - copper, musk, and the saccharine rot of old hymns. \n\nBreak me. Break me. BREAK ME - \n\nThe plea was pure instinct. Amelia obliged. \n\nNot humane. Not wolf. Just meat - \n\nA pillar collapsed nearby, its crucifix shattered by their violence. Amelia's rhythm stuttered as her own climax neared, her snarls sharp and desperate. Blaze felt her walls flutter, felt her milk spray across him like boiling rain. Still, she denied him release, her claws digging into his knot to keep him teetering on the edge. \n\nThe cathedral's ceiling groaned. A chandelier crashed beside them, candles igniting pools of blood. Amelia roared, her orgasm ripping through her in waves, but she didn't stop - couldn't stop. The scourge demanded more. \n\nBlaze's vision blurred. His thoughts narrowed to a single, searing truth: \n\nShe'll fuck me until this whole damn church buries us. \n\nAmelia's claws slipped. \n\nA split second - Blaze seized it. \n\nHis transformed muscles surged, throwing her off with a snarl that ripped through the cathedral's last intact window. She crashed into a pew, splinters exploding like shrapnel. Blaze loomed over her, saliva dripping from his elongated jaws, his cock throbbing with a need that transcended thought. \n\nFuck you. Fuck your church. FUCK YOUR RULES. \n\nAmelia scrambled to rise, but he was faster. His claws sank into her thighs, spreading them wide. Her roar of protest morphed into a guttural keen as he slammed into her, hilt-deep, the force cracking the stone beneath her spine. \n\n``Mine,'' he growled - or the beast did. The word was mangled, half-syllabic, but Amelia understood. \n\nShe thrashed, fangs snapping at his throat, but Blaze's jaws closed around her pendant chain. Yank. The relic snapped, clattering into the shadows. Amelia froze, a whine escaping her - vulnerable, terrified - before Blaze's hips began to piston. \n\nNo finesse. No mercy. \n\nEach thrust tore a scream from her, her claws gouging furrows in the floor. Blaze's knot swelled, stretching her obscenely, but he didn't let it catch. Not yet. He dragged himself out, tip glistening, only to ram back in with enough force to lift her hips off the ground. \n\nYou wanted a beast? HERE'S YOUR FUCKING BEAST. \n\nAmelia's milk sprayed in erratic arcs, her breasts heaving. Blaze's tongue lashed out, lapping at the mess, the salt and rot of it fueling his frenzy. She tried to bite him again - he retaliated by sinking his teeth into her shoulder, blood flooding his maw. \n\nYes. YES. BLEED FOR ME. \n\nHer walls clenched, a feeble attempt to milk him, but Blaze withdrew entirely, leaving her dripping and snarling. She lunged, but he caught her throat, pinning her against the altar's wreckage. His free paw gripped her swollen clit, claws pricking the sensitive flesh. \n\nAmelia's howl shook the crumbling walls. \n\n``Beg,'' Blaze rasped, his voice a ruin of what it once was. \n\nShe didn't. Couldn't. But her hips bucked, desperate, her own need overriding pride. Blaze smirked - or the ghost of Blaze did - before slamming home one final time. His knot lodged, locking, as his release erupted in hot, pulsing waves. \n\nAmelia's climax followed, violent and involuntary, her claws shredding his chest as she screamed. The cathedral's remaining pillars groaned. Dust rained from the ceiling. \n\nBlaze collapsed atop her, both beasts panting, twitching, still joined. \n\n...what...am I... \n\nThe thought flickered, distant. Amelia's tongue dragged across his muzzle - not affection, but challenge. Her hips shifted, reigniting the burn. \n\nThe hunt wasn't over. \n\nAmelia's claws twisted in Blaze's spine. \n\nHe barely registered the pain - not with her hips slamming against his, her walls vice-tight around his knot. She'd flipped their positions again, her monstrous strength pinning him face-down into the blood-slick rubble. Her jaws clamped the scruff of his neck, fangs piercing fur and flesh as she yanked him backward with brutal precision. \n\nPop. \n\nHis knot slipped free, glistening. \n\nShove. \n\nShe impaled herself again, taking him to the root. \n\n``Ghhk - !'' Blaze's snarl dissolved into a wheeze. The drag of her heat was torture, her clit grinding against his knot with every savage thrust. She wasn't fucking him - she was fucking herself on him, her claws raking his haunches to spur him deeper. \n\nToo much. Too much. TOO MUCH - \n\nThe cathedral's last pillar gave way. Stones rained down as Amelia rode him harder, her howls mingling with the thunder of collapsing masonry. Blaze's claws scrabbled for purchase, but she gripped his hips, forcing his knot to stretch her with every withdrawal. \n\nPop. Shove. Pop. Shove. \n\nOver stimulation burned through him. His cock ached, swollen and raw, but Amelia's rhythm never faltered. She bent low, her tongue slithering into his ear canal as she roared her climax, walls fluttering around him. Blaze's own release surged - \n\nShe bit his tailbone, her long neck giving ample leverage. \n\nPain detonated like a supernova. Blaze came violently, his seed flooding her in hot, pulsing jets, but Amelia didn't stop. She milked him dry, then kept fucking, her own orgasm rippling in endless waves. His knot swelled beyond reason, locking them together as she collapsed atop him, their combined weight cratering the floor. \n\nStone, wood, and stained glass rained down. A chunk of ceiling crushed Amelia's back, but she barely flinched - too consumed by the aftershocks clenching around Blaze's ruined cock. He couldn't scream. Couldn't move. Could only feel as she lazily ground her hips, milking the last dregs of his sanity. \n\n...kill me... \n\nAmelia's tongue lolled, panting, her golden pendant's remnants glinting in the firelight. Somewhere beyond the rubble, the night's hunt raged on - screams, gunfire, the tolling of a dead bell. \n\nShe rolled onto her side, dragging Blaze with her, still knotted. Her claws absently combed through his matted fur, not tenderly, but possessively. A low growl rattled her chest: \n\nMine. Again. \n\nBlaze's last humane thought flickered - *fuck you* - before the beast's exhaustion swallowed him whole. \n\nBlaze awoke to the drip of holy water seeping through the cathedral's shattered ceiling. His fur was gone. His claws - normal again, though caked in dried blood and something sticky - trembled as he sat up. \n\n``Oh, fuck me sideways...'' \n\nHe was naked. Spectacularly naked. His body ached in places he didn't know could ache, a constellation of bite marks and scratches mapping every inch of his skin. The altar lay in ruins, but the real horror was the trail - thick, pearlescent streaks of cum splattered up the cathedral wall, through a hole in the roof, and out into Yharnam's predawn gloom. \n\nAmelia's pendant sat in his palm, still warm. \n\n``You've... got to be kidding me.'' \n\nA snort escaped him. Then a chuckle. Then full, wheezing laughter that echoed through the wreckage. He laughed until his ribs screamed, until the last of the beast's heat faded from his veins, leaving only a faint, feral hum beneath his pulse. \n\n``Alright, Amelia. You win.'' \n\nHe stood, wincing, and limped toward the door. The blood moon still hung low, painting the city in rust. Somewhere in the distance, a mob's torches flickered. Blaze smirked, clutching the pendant. \n\nHis cleaver lay in the gutter outside, untouched. He grabbed it, tested its weight - lighter now, or maybe he was stronger. A howl echoed from the rooftops. Not Amelia's. Something smaller. Hungrier. \n\nBlaze adjusted the pendant around his neck, its gold glinting against his bare chest. ``C'mon then,'' he muttered, striding toward the mob. ``Let's see who bites first.'' He smirked, his fangs glinting in the moonlight.\n\n~THE END~\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "NIGHT OF THE HUNT

By: Blaze-Lupine

*Content Warning:*

This story contains a lot of sex. Graphic, detailed SEX! Also some violence, but not sexual.

This work is for mature audiences only.

**The Streets of Yharnam**

The air in Yharnam clung to Blaze's fur like wet ash, the stench of old blood and burning incense searing his nostrils. Moonlight slithered through the fog, casting the crumbling spires of the Healing Church in jagged silhouettes. His claws trembled against the grip of his saw cleaver - a weapon too heavy for his slender frame, its teeth still sticky from a half-hearted skirmish with a thrashing beast-priest hours ago.  

He shouldn't have taken the contract.  

Whispers slithered from alleyways. Not the sane, trembling prayers of survivors, but the wet, gurgling pleas of things changing. Blaze's ears flattened as he crept past a lantern, its flame choked by black smoke. The cobblestones beneath his boots glistened unnaturally, as if the city itself were sweating fear. A doll's shattered face stared up from the gutter, porcelain cracks mirroring the fissures in his resolve.  

A scream ruptured the silence - humane, but only barely. Blaze froze, tail bristling, as the sound twisted into a lupine snarl. Shadows pooled in the courtyard ahead. Something crunched there, rhythmically, like a dog gnawing marrow. His pulse hammered in his throat. Turn back. Hide. But the scent of blood - thick and coppery - dragged him forward, compulsion overriding sense.  

The courtyard was a charnel house. A werewolf, its pelt slick with gore, hunched over a mangled corpse. Ribcage splayed open like wings. Organs glistening in the moonlight. Blaze's stomach lurched. The beast's head snapped up, yellowed fangs dripping. Recognition flared in its eyes - prey.  

He swung the cleaver in a wild arc, the blade catching the beast's shoulder with a hollow thunk. It howled, swiping. Claws raked his thigh, hot pain searing through muscle. Blaze staggered, breath ragged. The beast lunged again, pinning him to the damp stones. Its drool splattered his cheek, reeking of rot. He gagged, thrashing, as jaws gaped above his face -  

A roar split the night.  

Not the guttural cry of the wolf, but something deeper. Primal. A sound that vibrated in Blaze's ribs like a funeral bell. The werewolf stiffened, ears twitching. Then it fled, whimpering, into the shadows.  

Silence.  

Blaze lay shaking, blood pooling beneath him. The new wound burned, but the terror burning hotter was the source of that roar. It lingered in the air, thick as the fog - a presence older than the Church, hungrier than the scourge. Somewhere in the labyrinth of spires, gold clicked against stone. A pendant, perhaps, swaying from a clawed throat...  

He ran.  

The cathedral doors slammed shut behind Blaze, the echoes of the mob's tormented howls muffled by rotting wood. He slumped against the barricade, claws splintering the pews as he dragged them across the entrance. His thigh screamed where the werewolf had torn into him, blood soaking through the makeshift bandage. The air here was thicker - alive - with the stench of musk and sanctified decay.  

Moonlight bled through fractured stained glass, painting the altar in jagged hues of gold and crimson. Blaze's breath hitched. The scent hit him first: hot animal sweat, cloying incense, and beneath it all, the metallic tang of menstrual blood. His fur prickled.  

Click.

A sound like bone chimes.  

He turned.  

There, in the shadow of the altar, something shifted. A massive silhouette unfurled - hunched, yet towering, its matted white fur glistening with oily sweat. Blaze's throat tightened as the thing stepped into the light.  

Vicar Amelia's once-humane form had ruptured into a grotesque parody of motherhood. Her distended breasts hung low, leaking thin milk that dripped down her matted underbelly. The golden pendant around her neck dug into swollen flesh, its chain straining against her monstrous collarbone. Her claws - longer than Blaze's forearms - scraped the stone floor, each talon crusted with dried viscera. But it was her face that froze him: a mangled fusion of wolf and woman, jaw unhinged to reveal rows of yellowed fangs, yet still crowned by the tattered remains of a nun's wimple.  

She breathed. The sound rattled the candelabras.  

Blaze raised his cleaver. The weapon trembled.  

Amelia lunged.  

Her speed defied her size - a blur of matted fur and reeking heat. Blaze barely dodged, her claws shearing through his sleeve. The impact hurled him into a pillar, stone cracking beneath his spine. Pain blazed through him. She loomed, her drool spattering his face as she sniffed him, nostrils flaring. Hot breath steamed against his neck.  

He slashed upward. The blade bit into her pendulous breast.  

Amelia shrieked - a sound like a thousand dying choir members - and backhanded him across the nave. Blaze crashed into the altar, ribs snapping. Blood filled his mouth. She was on him before he could scream, pinning him with one clawed paw. Her weight crushed his hips, the heat of her swollen underbelly searing through his clothes.  

Her muzzle dipped, tongue - thick and ropey - dragging up his chest. It left a trail of sticky saliva that reeked of iron and spoiled milk. Blaze gagged, thrashing, but her claws tightened, puncturing his shoulders. She reared back, jaws gaping, and roared.  

The sound liquefied his courage.  

Her free paw raked downward, shredding his tunic. Claws teased his navel, drawing beads of blood. Blaze whimpered, tail clamped between his legs, as she sniffed his exposed stomach. Her growl deepened, vibrating through his bones. A droplet of her milk fell onto his cheek, burning like acid.  

He was prey. She was hungry.  

Amelia's jaws hovered over Blaze's throat, her drool pooling in the hollow of his collarbone. He braced for the bite, for teeth shearing through his windpipe -  

Sniff.

Her wet nose pressed against his sternum, inhaling sharply. Blaze stiffened. The claw pinning his chest retracted, not to strike, but to drag a single talon down his stomach. It split his belt like parchment.  

``Oh, come on,'' he croaked, voice cracking.  

The beast-vicar tilted her head, ears twitching. Her growl softened into something low, almost... curious. The tip of her claw hooked into the waistband of his trousers. Blaze's dark humor warred with terror as she peeled the fabric apart with surgical precision, shredding it to ribbons without grazing his skin. Cold air hit his thighs.  

``Well,'' he muttered, staring up at the cathedral's crumbling ceiling. ``If I've got to check out... what a fucked way to go.''  

Amelia ignored him. Her nostrils flared at the scent of his fear - and the involuntary twitch of his body betraying something sharper beneath. A rumble shook her chest, not a snarl but a purr, discordant and guttural. Her tongue lashed out, broad and fever-hot, dragging from his navel to his ribs. Blaze jerked, a strangled laugh escaping him.  

``N-not ticklish, you overgrown - ah!''  

She pinned his hips with one paw, her claws dimpling his flesh as her muzzle nuzzled lower. Her breath scalded his inner thigh, the heat of her swollen underbelly pressing against his leg. Blaze's claws scraped stone, his ears flat. ``Y-you're kidding me. Is this - are you actually - ?''  

The tip of her tongue flicked against his cock.  

Blaze's voice died in a choked gasp. Amelia's golden pendant swung above him, glinting as she huffed, her milky breath reeking of iron and spoiled sacrament wine. Her tongue coiled around him, not to devour, but to taste - rough papillae scraping his shaft as she explored his length with predatory slowness.  

``Fuck,'' he hissed, torn between revulsion and a traitorous throb of arousal. ``Fuck, fuck, this isn't - nngh - this isn't happening...''  

Amelia's claws flexed, drawing blood as she dragged him closer. Her other paw ripped the remnants of his tunic away, baring his chest. She loomed over him, her distended breasts swaying, leaking droplets that sizzled where they struck his skin. Her muzzle curled in a grotesque mimicry of a grin, fangs glinting.  

Then she mounted him.  

Not yet penetration - her bulk was too vast, her intent too savagely patient. Instead, she ground her swollen vulva against his thigh, the fur there matted with heat-slick arousal. Blaze's claws dug into her flank on instinct, blunt nails catching in clotted fur. She roared, the sound vibrating through his bones, and bit the pillar beside his head. Stone crumbled.  

``Okay! Okay, Jesus - ''  

Her hips rolled, deliberate and crushing, smearing his leg with her fluids. Every thrust pinned him deeper into the cracked altar, her weight driving the air from his lungs. Blaze's dark laughter returned, hysterical at the edges. ``S'pose - hnn - should've stayed... with the mob...''  

Amelia paused. Snarled.  

Then her claws seized his wrists, yanking them above his head. Her tongue slithered up his neck, over his jaw, and into his mouth. The taste was too much, and Blaze groaned as the dripping appendage explored his maw.

Amelia's tongue withdrew from his mouth, leaving Blaze gasping for air that reeked of her bestial musk. She released his wrists, claws trailing down his chest to circle his hips. Her breath hitched - a wet, guttural purr - as her gaze locked on the flush of pink flesh emerging from his sheath.

``Oh, hell no,'' Blaze muttered, ears burning. ``C'mon, don't - don't stare at it - ''

His cock twitched under her scrutiny, fully unsheathed now - a lean, eight-inch curve damp with precum. Amelia tilted her head, nostrils flaring. To her, it must've looked pitiful: a fragile, trembling thing dwarfed by her clawed paws. She gripped the base, her talons encircling him like a vice.

``Fuck!'' Blaze arched, claws scraping stone. ``T-too tight - hnng - you're gonna pop it - ''

Amelia ignored him. Her thumb - blunt and calloused - rubbed the swollen knot at his root. Blaze's protest died in a choked whine. She growled, low and resonant, as precum beaded at his tip. Her tongue unfurled, fat and glistening, to lap at it.

``Nngh - fuck - !''

The sensation was obscene. Her tongue's texture - sandpaper-rough, searing hot - scraped his shaft with relentless precision. She worked him slowly, base to tip, each upward stroke coaxing another thick droplet from his slit. Blaze's hips jerked, but her claws held him immobile, forcing him to endure the torturous rhythm.

``H-holy shit... you're... really into this, huh?'' he rasped, voice fraying.

Amelia's only answer was a rumble that shook the altar beneath them. Her free paw groped his balls, claws retracted but pressure unyielding. One finger was easily able to cup both testicles. Blaze's laugh dissolved into a moan as she massaged the taut sack, her tongue now swirling around his crown.

``Y'know - ah! - if you wanted a - a snack - ''

Her jaws snapped inches from his face, silencing him. Saliva dripped onto his chest, sizzling where it touched his fur. Amelia's golden pendant swung wildly as she redoubled her efforts, tongue slithering beneath his shaft to probe his perineum.

``Christ - !'' Blaze's tail thrashed. ``Th-that's not - hnngh - not a fuckin' lollipop - ''

She growled, impatient, and bit his inner thigh - not deep enough to maim, but sharp enough to draw blood. Blaze yelped, his cock twitching violently in her grip. Amelia lapped at the wound, and then dragged her tongue back to his groin, lapping up the mix of blood and precum with a shuddering groan.

Her hips ground against the altar, her own arousal slicking the stone. The fur between her legs was parted, swollen folds glistening in the moonlight. Blaze's gaze flicked there - then away, his face burning. ``Nope. Nope. Not lookin'. Not thinkin' about how - hnng - how that's gonna fit - ''

Amelia's claws tightened. She released his cock abruptly, leaving him throbbing and exposed. Before Blaze could react, she seized his hips and pulled him forward. Her muzzle pressed between his neck and shoulder, hot breath scalding his fur as she sniffed along his spine.

``Oh, nononono - ''

Her tongue delved lower.

Amelia's claws sank into Blaze's hips, lifting him like a doll. Her haunches straddled his torso, her monstrous weight pressing him into the altar until his ribs creaked. The heat radiating from her vulva was furnace-like, a wet, primal musk choking the air. Blaze's cock stood rigid against his stomach, glistening with her saliva - pathetic compared to the swollen, dripping gash hovering above him.

``Oh, fuck me,'' he wheezed. ``Literally.''

She snarled, impatient, and slammed down.

Blaze's vision whited out. Her walls burned, clenching around him with vise-like pressure, but the stretch was laughable. Amelia stilled, head cocked, as if waiting for... more. When none came, a guttural growl rippled from her chest. She lifted her hips, his cock slipping free with a lewd shlick, and stared at the meager length glistening between them.

``Y-yeah, sorry to... disappoint,'' Blaze rasped, tail thrashing. ``Not exactly packing a - hnng!''

Her claw seized his shaft, squeezing. He yowled as she yanked, stretching his flesh taut, as if trying to pull him into something worthy of her bulk. The pendant around her neck clinked furiously.

``N-not detachable, you lunatic - !''

Amelia roared, spittle spraying his face. Her hips snapped down again, this time grinding against him with violent force. The friction was agony and ecstasy - her over stimulated walls milked him ruthlessly, but his knot refused to catch, his length barely grazing her depths. She rutted like a beast in heat, each thrust cracking the altar beneath them, her claws raking stone into powder.

``J-jesus - I'm not the - ah! - the problem here!'' Blaze choked out, nails scrabbling at her sweat-slicked thighs. ``Y-you're built like a - hnngh - a fuckin' cathedral - ''

A particularly brutal thrust stole his breath. Amelia's muzzle dipped, fangs grazing his throat as she snarled, her breath reeking of blood and frustration. Her paw gripped his cock again, not to torment, but to guide - angling him upward into a spongy ridge that made her shudder. Blaze's hips jerked involuntarily.

``O-oh - there? Really? Y'could've just - fuck!''

She pinned his wrists, rolling her hips in a crude, grinding circle. The new angle dragged his tip against that swollen cluster of nerves with every downward slam. Amelia's howl shook the rafters, her milk leaking in rivulets onto his chest. Blaze's humor dissolved into ragged moans as she rode him with single-minded fury, her need transcending his inadequacy.

``C-close - I'm close, you mad - ah! - bitch - !''

Amelia's jaws snapped shut inches from his face. A warning. She wasn't done.

The beast's fangs punched through Blaze's abdomen with a wet crunch. He screamed - or tried to - but her jaws clamped shut, pinning his pelvis in a cage of serrated ivory. Hot blood flooded his throat. This is it, he thought, claws scrabbling uselessly against her muzzle. Gonna die as a fucking chew toy -

She released him.  

Blaze collapsed, hands clutching the ruin of his midsection. Blood oozed between his fingers, but... no pain. Worse - a tingling, like maggots writhing under his skin. He gagged. ``Wh-what did you - ?''  

Amelia loomed above him, panting. Her golden pendant glowed faintly, its fractured surface leaking a viscous black fluid that sizzled as it hit the altar. Blaze's bloodstained fur began to twitch.  

``Oh no. No no no - ''  

His spine arched violently, vertebrae popping like firecrackers. Claws erupted from his fingertips, black and hooked, shredding his remaining flesh. Blaze howled - a sound that warped mid-cry into a guttural roar as his jaw unhinged, teeth lengthening into fangs that pierced his own tongue.  

Stop stop stop MAKE IT STOP -  

Muscle swelled beneath his fur, splitting his skin in gory seams. His ribs cracked outward, forming a barrel-chested frame to match Amelia's grotesque proportions. She watched, head tilted, as his legs snapped and reconfigured, paws tearing free of his boots to become clawed monstrosities. His hair was now a wild pink mane that flowed behind him.

Not me NOT ME -

The worst was his cock - no longer a vulnerable pink curve, but a thick, bestial shaft, knot swollen and tip dripping. Amelia snarled, nostrils flaring at the scent. Blaze tried to crawl backward, but his body wasn't his anymore. His thoughts blurred, drowned under a tsunami of primal hunger.  

Kill. Mate. Bite. BREAK -  

Amelia lunged, pinning him with newfound parity. Her tongue dragged up his transformed chest, lapping at the blood clotting his fur. Blaze's growl echoed hers, involuntary. His claw - his claw - sank into her flank, not to fight, but to pull her closer.  

No no no nonono -  

She mounted him properly now, her heat scorching his thickened length. This time, he fit. Blaze's last humane thought flickered - God, I'm hard - before the beast's instincts swallowed him whole.  

Amelia's jaws clamped around Blaze's throat - not to kill, but to claim. Her hips rolled, sheathing his bestial cock in one brutal thrust. The fit was perfect now, his swollen knot stretching her entrance as her walls pulsed with feral hunger. The altar splintered beneath them, its consecrated marble reduced to rubble under their clawed grips.  

Blaze's thoughts frayed like old rope. Mate. Breed. Ruin. The words echoed in his skull, drowning out the last whispers of his humane mind. Amelia's milk dripped onto his chest, mingling with the blood oozing from their wounds. She rode him with frenzied abandon, her claws raking furrows into his ribs, her roars shaking dust from the rafters.  

No - stop -  

The thought dissolved as she bit his shoulder, fangs piercing muscle. Pain and pleasure fused into a white-hot throb. Blaze's hips snapped upward instinctively, driving deeper, his knot catching on her rim. Amelia howled, a sound that shattered the remaining stained glass. Shards rained down, slicing their fur as the cathedral trembled.  

She wouldn't let him cum.  

Every time his thrusts grew erratic, she'd pin him down, snarling, forcing him to endure the agonizing drag of her heat. Her tongue lashed his muzzle, coercing a submissive whine from his throat. Good pet, her growl seemed to say. Mine.

Blaze's claws tore into her haunches, drawing rivulets of thick blood. Amelia rewarded him with a punishing downward grind, her swollen clit rubbing against his pelvis. The scent of their mating hung heavy - copper, musk, and the saccharine rot of old hymns.  

Break me. Break me. BREAK ME -  

The plea was pure instinct. Amelia obliged.  

Not humane. Not wolf. Just meat -  

A pillar collapsed nearby, its crucifix shattered by their violence. Amelia's rhythm stuttered as her own climax neared, her snarls sharp and desperate. Blaze felt her walls flutter, felt her milk spray across him like boiling rain. Still, she denied him release, her claws digging into his knot to keep him teetering on the edge.  

The cathedral's ceiling groaned. A chandelier crashed beside them, candles igniting pools of blood. Amelia roared, her orgasm ripping through her in waves, but she didn't stop - couldn't stop. The scourge demanded more.  

Blaze's vision blurred. His thoughts narrowed to a single, searing truth:  

She'll fuck me until this whole damn church buries us.  

Amelia's claws slipped.  

A split second - Blaze seized it.  

His transformed muscles surged, throwing her off with a snarl that ripped through the cathedral's last intact window. She crashed into a pew, splinters exploding like shrapnel. Blaze loomed over her, saliva dripping from his elongated jaws, his cock throbbing with a need that transcended thought.  

Fuck you. Fuck your church. FUCK YOUR RULES.

Amelia scrambled to rise, but he was faster. His claws sank into her thighs, spreading them wide. Her roar of protest morphed into a guttural keen as he slammed into her, hilt-deep, the force cracking the stone beneath her spine.  

``Mine,'' he growled - or the beast did. The word was mangled, half-syllabic, but Amelia understood.  

She thrashed, fangs snapping at his throat, but Blaze's jaws closed around her pendant chain. Yank. The relic snapped, clattering into the shadows. Amelia froze, a whine escaping her - vulnerable, terrified - before Blaze's hips began to piston.  

No finesse. No mercy.  

Each thrust tore a scream from her, her claws gouging furrows in the floor. Blaze's knot swelled, stretching her obscenely, but he didn't let it catch. Not yet. He dragged himself out, tip glistening, only to ram back in with enough force to lift her hips off the ground.  

You wanted a beast? HERE'S YOUR FUCKING BEAST.  

Amelia's milk sprayed in erratic arcs, her breasts heaving. Blaze's tongue lashed out, lapping at the mess, the salt and rot of it fueling his frenzy. She tried to bite him again - he retaliated by sinking his teeth into her shoulder, blood flooding his maw.  

Yes. YES. BLEED FOR ME.

Her walls clenched, a feeble attempt to milk him, but Blaze withdrew entirely, leaving her dripping and snarling. She lunged, but he caught her throat, pinning her against the altar's wreckage. His free paw gripped her swollen clit, claws pricking the sensitive flesh.  

Amelia's howl shook the crumbling walls.  

``Beg,'' Blaze rasped, his voice a ruin of what it once was.  

She didn't. Couldn't. But her hips bucked, desperate, her own need overriding pride. Blaze smirked - or the ghost of Blaze did - before slamming home one final time. His knot lodged, locking, as his release erupted in hot, pulsing waves.  

Amelia's climax followed, violent and involuntary, her claws shredding his chest as she screamed. The cathedral's remaining pillars groaned. Dust rained from the ceiling.  

Blaze collapsed atop her, both beasts panting, twitching, still joined.  

...what...am I...  

The thought flickered, distant. Amelia's tongue dragged across his muzzle - not affection, but challenge. Her hips shifted, reigniting the burn.  

The hunt wasn't over.  

Amelia's claws twisted in Blaze's spine.  

He barely registered the pain - not with her hips slamming against his, her walls vice-tight around his knot. She'd flipped their positions again, her monstrous strength pinning him face-down into the blood-slick rubble. Her jaws clamped the scruff of his neck, fangs piercing fur and flesh as she yanked him backward with brutal precision.  

Pop.  

His knot slipped free, glistening.  

Shove.  

She impaled herself again, taking him to the root.  

``Ghhk - !'' Blaze's snarl dissolved into a wheeze. The drag of her heat was torture, her clit grinding against his knot with every savage thrust. She wasn't fucking him - she was fucking herself on him, her claws raking his haunches to spur him deeper.  

Too much. Too much. TOO MUCH -  

The cathedral's last pillar gave way. Stones rained down as Amelia rode him harder, her howls mingling with the thunder of collapsing masonry. Blaze's claws scrabbled for purchase, but she gripped his hips, forcing his knot to stretch her with every withdrawal.  

Pop. Shove. Pop. Shove.  

Over stimulation burned through him. His cock ached, swollen and raw, but Amelia's rhythm never faltered. She bent low, her tongue slithering into his ear canal as she roared her climax, walls fluttering around him. Blaze's own release surged -  

She bit his tailbone, her long neck giving ample leverage.  

Pain detonated like a supernova. Blaze came violently, his seed flooding her in hot, pulsing jets, but Amelia didn't stop. She milked him dry, then kept fucking, her own orgasm rippling in endless waves. His knot swelled beyond reason, locking them together as she collapsed atop him, their combined weight cratering the floor.  

Stone, wood, and stained glass rained down. A chunk of ceiling crushed Amelia's back, but she barely flinched - too consumed by the aftershocks clenching around Blaze's ruined cock. He couldn't scream. Couldn't move. Could only feel as she lazily ground her hips, milking the last dregs of his sanity.  

...kill me...  

Amelia's tongue lolled, panting, her golden pendant's remnants glinting in the firelight. Somewhere beyond the rubble, the night's hunt raged on - screams, gunfire, the tolling of a dead bell.  

She rolled onto her side, dragging Blaze with her, still knotted. Her claws absently combed through his matted fur, not tenderly, but possessively. A low growl rattled her chest:  

Mine. Again.  

Blaze's last humane thought flickered - *fuck you* - before the beast's exhaustion swallowed him whole.  

Blaze awoke to the drip of holy water seeping through the cathedral's shattered ceiling. His fur was gone. His claws - normal again, though caked in dried blood and something sticky - trembled as he sat up.  

``Oh, fuck me sideways...''  

He was naked. Spectacularly naked. His body ached in places he didn't know could ache, a constellation of bite marks and scratches mapping every inch of his skin. The altar lay in ruins, but the real horror was the trail - thick, pearlescent streaks of cum splattered up the cathedral wall, through a hole in the roof, and out into Yharnam's predawn gloom.  

Amelia's pendant sat in his palm, still warm.  

``You've... got to be kidding me.''  

A snort escaped him. Then a chuckle. Then full, wheezing laughter that echoed through the wreckage. He laughed until his ribs screamed, until the last of the beast's heat faded from his veins, leaving only a faint, feral hum beneath his pulse.  

``Alright, Amelia. You win.''  

He stood, wincing, and limped toward the door. The blood moon still hung low, painting the city in rust. Somewhere in the distance, a mob's torches flickered. Blaze smirked, clutching the pendant.  

His cleaver lay in the gutter outside, untouched. He grabbed it, tested its weight - lighter now, or maybe he was stronger. A howl echoed from the rooftops. Not Amelia's. Something smaller. Hungrier.  

Blaze adjusted the pendant around his neck, its gold glinting against his bare chest. ``C'mon then,'' he muttered, striding toward the mob. ``Let's see who bites first.'' He smirked, his fangs glinting in the moonlight.

~THE END~

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